5 comments/ 131316 views/ 5 favorites My Special Surprise By: getting_2_no_u I met her in a bar before last call. My wife was sleeping and I had been browsing the porn on the net. I was horny and decided to go get a beer before last call. I wasn't looking to cheat but when I sat down she came and sat next to me. Her name was Stephanie; she wasn't great looking but still quite attractive. I had trouble taking my eyes off her wonderful breasts. I would say 36c but she was wearing a push up bra and a low cut shirt. Needless to say I was so hard it hurt. She offered to buy the beer for me and it felt good to have someone pay attention to me so I let her. We chit chat for a while and then she said it. She asked if I wanted to go back to her place for a spectacular night I would never forget. I had never cheated on my wife before but she was persistent and as she rubbed the bulge in my pants I agreed. As luck would have it she lived across the street from the bar so we walked. I couldn't help but watch her breasts as we walked, I almost walked in front of a car, but she grabbed me and pulled me into a tight embrace and kissed me hard. Her tongue was wonderful and I couldn't wait to feel it on my nipples and cock. As soon as we got in her apartment she kissed me again and pulled off my shirt. She cooed when she saw one of my nipples was pierced. As she sucked my other nipple she tugged and twisted the nipple ring. The sensation was out of this world. I pulled off her shirt and the two most beautifully tanned breasts came into view. I couldn't wait so I buried my face between her tits and licked, kissed, and sucked them like they were the last breasts on earth. She quickly pulled my up and started to unbutton my 501's. Luckily I was without underwear that night. I am not well endowed but she worshiped it like it was the most wonderful piece of meat in the world. Her tongue was as wonderful as I had thought. I couldn't hold back and filed her mouth with my cum. I thought she had swallowed but when she kissed me she filled my mouth with my own cum. I had never tasted cum before but it was very erotic and I swallowed it all. She said it was good that I liked the taste of cum. I thought that was weird but just shrugged it off. She then said we should go to the bedroom. In the bedroom I noticed her four-poster bed was rigged with cuffs and pullies. She removed all my clothes and told me to lie down on the bed. It looked like fun so I said what the hell. First she cuffed my hands and then my feet. Then she pulled the ropes through the pullies and pulled both my hands and feet above my head. She then put a blindfold over my eyes. By now I was getting a little scared, but she made me forget my fear by stroking my dick as she sucked my balls. She slowly moved down to my asshole, her tongue was wonderful. I had never been reamed before but this felt extraordinary. I knew it wouldn't be long till I would cum again, I asked her to stop, as I wanted to taste her pussy. She didn't say anything but she did pull my legs further above my head. The nest thing I knew I felt something wet and warm on my asshole. It was lube and at least she kept it warm. I felt a finger push against my asshole, with all the lube it slipped right in. Once again this was another first for me, and first I didn't like it then it began to fell better. She pulled out her finger and inserted something else. I thought it was a dildo until I felt her skin against my thighs. I figured she had but on a strap on dildo. She fucked my virgin ass slowly. It was electrifying; with each slow stroke I got closer and closer to orgasm. She started fondling my balls and that was it I started to cum and moan. My cum shot strait into my own mouth. It tasted wonderful and was so erotic I couldn't stop cumming. She started stroking faster and was soon pounding me with all her weight. Then as soon as it started she pulled out I felt her climb up the bed, she took off my blindfold and there it was, my beautiful lady had a cock. It was covered in a condom; she pulled it off and stuck her cock in my mouth. I had never had a cock in my mouth but I wanted to suck her like no body else ever had. I felt her dick grow and suddenly she was cumming in my mouth. Her cum tasted different than mine and it was the best thing I had ever tasted, I sucked her till she was limp. She released my leg restraints and saw I was rock solid again. She said we would have to do something about that, using her mouth she put a condom on me and then coated my covered dick in lube. Then she startled me, as I entered her ass I felt a warmth and tightness I had never felt before. She rode me till I was about to come. She then climbed off me ripped off the condom and we sixty-nined until we both came in each other's mouths. I only saw her once more and then she moved to California. I try to eat my own cum at least once a day. Sometimes just by cumming in my mouth and sometime sucking it out of my wife's pussy after we are done. I do miss my wonderful woman with a dick... Maybe I will find another like her some day... My Special Surprise I am a submissive woman, twenty-nine years old. I have happily been with Robert for the last two years. He is the only man I have ever called "Master". We have yet to make the big plunge into marriage or living together, both of us enjoy our private space too much to give it up yet. I want to tell you about one time in particular. Even though I was far from virginal when we met, he has managed to show me many new things in the time that we have been together that I never would have thought possible. My Master had teased me often about how he felt that I would love to have a woman touching me and the more he said it, the more I denied it. I was, in my opinion, a typical woman. I feel that honesty is a good thing. I had already admitted to him the things that I found erotic. Those little stray ideas that we often really don't want anyone to know we have considered. Like when I told him of the few times that I had dreams where I was with a woman and she would be touching me or using a vibrator on me and I would be able to see her hands moving over me. I had admitted that in the dreams her touch was very erotic because they were small and painted unlike a man's and that generally a woman's hands would be softer and I didn't feel that would be a bad thing. "I have never acted upon it, nor did I plan to." I stated trying to make him see that it was not what I wanted at all, that it had only been dreams and not something I wanted to turn into a reality. However, he continued to question me and as all submissive type women do when confronted by their Master, I eventually admitted that the dreams I had, did in fact, turn me on. That admission furthered his sureness that I would enjoy it if only I would give it a chance. Eventually, he let me off the hook and stopped questioning me about my dreams or my thoughts of having another woman touch me intimately. I was relieved to say the least. I mean, parents who firmly believed that same sex relationships were "wrong" in every way raised me. If I had even told them I dreamed it, I am sure they would have freaked out on me. There was no way that he could have me enjoy that. Not if I was ever going to look at my parents again anyway. I forgot all about it actually, until he called me one day from work and said that he had something special planned for that night. He said that I was to come to his house at eight and to be ready for anything. The whole "anything" part of it teased me all day long for some reason. I kept thinking of possibilities...all of them erotic. It wasn't that he had told me to be ready for anything, he had done that before but this time it just affected me a lot more. Maybe it was simply because we hadn't had much of "his kind" of time together lately. When we met up over the last couple weeks there wasn't much time for the games that he likes to play with me, pretty much just us going out for dinner and back to his or my house for that intimate time alone where we would make love. As much as I hated the idea of a woman touching me, it did cross my mind a little, but I discarded that idea immediately. I figured I would just go to his house and he would have his pleasure in whatever way he wanted be it spanking me (he knows how wet that makes me) or maybe he would use the blindfold on me and tease me until I was almost crying for him to fuck me and let me cum. By the time four o'clock arrived and I was able to go home and begin my preparations for going to his house, I was sure that my panties were well on their way to dripping. I always anticipate our times together; wetness is usually always abundant when he calls to say that he wants us to meet up. Maybe that is another reason that we have yet to live together. It does truly make it much sweeter when life's mundane routines don't complicate things and you get that moment or night to share. I arrived home and grabbed a quick sandwich to tide me over, since from the sound of his voice and his orders, it didn't sound like dinner was going to be early in coming. I was impatient to finish my ham and cheese sandwich so that I could move on to taking my shower and shaving for him. Finally, by five I was able to get into the shower. The first thing I did was shave my legs and under my arms. He likes those areas freshly shaved for our meetings. I am more than happy to give that to him. The only part that we differ on is my pussy. I want it shaved so that I am able to feel him without padding, but he likes the bush to be full. He has had me shave it a time or two because he knows I like it better but I do try to keep it there for him. The sound of my cell phone ringing interrupted my shower. I always take it into the bathroom with me for some reason, just in case someone really needs to contact me. I dried my hands quickly and stepped out of the shower only far enough that I could stretch to answer. "Hello?" "Is that the shower I hear running?" Robert questioned. "Yes, sir." "Good, I am glad I caught you then. Are you finished showering or just stepping in?" "I was just finishing up shaving." "Very good. I want you to shave your pussy for me as well. I told you before to be ready for anything." "Yes you did. I will shave that too." "Okay, I will see you at eight. Don't be late." "I won't. Bye for now." "Bye." I stepped back into the shower and wondered about this new turn of events in him asking me to shave. I remembered the last time he had me to shave. He knew it would turn me on to do so and then when I got to his house he had a new pair of panties for me. They were silk, which he knew would feel good on my freshly shaved mound and he had handed me a small vibrator to put inside myself before going out to dinner. I had been so ready to cum by the time dinner was done that when he ordered dessert for us I about cried over the fact it would have to wait that much longer. As I lathered my pussy and began shaving it, I couldn't help but notice how swollen my clit was already and how good my own fingers felt upon myself. It was difficult not to let my body take over and bring myself to orgasm while I shaved; harder still when I rubbed some scented oil over my freshly shaved pussy to prevent any irritation. By the time I was finished shaving and washing my hair and body with my coconut-scented stuff, it was right at six-thirty. I still had an hour to go before it would be time to leave for his house. I could still feel my clit throbbing from being so aroused all afternoon since his call and more so since I had shaved and my fingers moving around over my mound had added their own brand of teasing. I hated knowing that I still had to wait for the release that was so near but wanting to show him what thinking of him had done to me, I wouldn't let myself touch my pussy again. I decided that I would wear clothes that I thought he would approve of. A little black dress that zipped in the back, form fitting so it would show the gentle swell of my breasts and then flared out at the hips to fall about mid-thigh. I decided on a black bra with the push up wires in them that would show off my small breasts to their best, Black silk thong panties and a pair of black sandal type shoes with small heels. After dressing and finding I had another twenty minutes or so to go before leaving, I settled on blow drying my hair and putting a light dusting of blush on my cheeks, figuring that I wouldn't need much makeup for what we were going to do. I noticed slightly, as I moved around, how good the silk panties felt on my newly shaved pussy. They seemed to slide against me, teasing me with every step I took. Done with that, it was now time for me to head out, so I rushed to my car and moments later was heading down the driveway, anxious to be at his house. The closer I got to him the more my pussy looked forward to his touch. I felt sure that he would know as soon as I arrived just how ready for him I was and that he would be pleased that he had teased me so well without touching me. I arrived at his house and opened the door as the clock in his hallway struck eight o'clock. I stepped into the living room and was greeted by him a moment later with a gentle kiss upon my lips. Though the kiss was a gentle brush against my lips, I could sense Robert's excitement the same as I knew he could sense mine. He paused for a moment then asked how my day had gone. I answered his questions and asked the same of him all the while trying to hide how impatient I was to see what the night would bring. I guess he finally realized how much I needed to know what was going to happen because after only a few more minutes he took my hand and began to lead me into the bedroom. When we entered his room, I noticed several things rather quickly. There were satin strips tied around each of the four bedposts and a sweater, that someone give to me that I hated, lying on the bed with a medium sized vibrator lying on it. The room was dimly lit, a lamp turned down real low by the bed and a few scented candles burning on the dresser. My body immediately responded to the promises the room made. However, I am not sure if I was responding to the things in the room, so much as I was excited by the fact that he had put so much effort into it for me. Robert ushered me further into the room, now seeming just as impatient to touch me as I had been all day waiting for his touch. In the center of the room, he paused and turned to me, wrapped his arms around me, pulled me close and kissed me. This kiss was much more thorough than the one in the living room had been; his tongue demanded entrance into my mouth and took full possession of it. His tongue seemed to seek out every hidden part of my mouth even as his arms pulled me closer to him, letting me feel the hardness of him against my stomach and causing me to groan in need for him. When finally he broke the kiss, I was left feeling empty, breathless, and sure that my panties were definitely wet now. I hoped in many ways that he wouldn't make me wait too long before taking me and making me his. He put his hands on my shoulders and urged me to turn around. I did so willingly, correctly assuming that he wanted to get my dress off by the feel of him tugging on the zipper. He slid the zipper down slowly, teasing me because I wanted it to be off quickly. I wanted to feel his touch on my body without clothes. I needed him to satisfy the ache that had been building inside me since his first phone call. When he finished unzipping the back of my dress, he slid his hands up my naked back sending tiny sparks of heat straight to my pussy. He paused at my bra and quickly unhooked it before continuing to slide his hands back up to my shoulders and then down my arms, taking my dress and bra with his hands. As I felt my breasts swing free of both the dress and bra, I took quick a quick glance down and noticed how my stiffened nipples pointed straight out as if they were seeking the cover that had once been there, or maybe just seeking out his touch upon them. Though I wouldn't have thought it was possible, my nipples stiffened even more as the dress continued lower, nearer my hands and my waist. I wondered for a moment if he would take the panties on the downward trip along with the dress and bra or if he would make me wait to be totally naked before him. I found out the answer soon enough, as my dress continued its decent and the panties stayed in place. Once my dress was off my hands and over my hips it fell quickly to pool around my feet and just as quickly I felt him step closer to my backside and his arms wrap around me. His right arm was strategically placed so that his hand cupped my left breast while his left arm went lower to put his hand between my legs. As his left hand cupped and rubbed my pussy through my silk panties and his right hand pinched and teased my nipple, his lips descended to nibble and kiss my neck and shoulder. I felt my orgasm nearing quickly and both wanted it to come and wanted it to wait so I would be able to savor it longer. He attempted to insert one of his fingers into my pussy through my panties and whispered into my ear, "Mmmm...I think that you are ready." It took all of my will power not to cum on the spot. When he next removed his hands from me, I groaned in both relief and frustration. Then he took my hand in his once again and led me closer to the bed, turning me so my back was to it and urging me to sit down. "Lay down." he stated simply when I had sat down on the edge of the bed. I laid back and it was then that I noticed something more about what toys he had prepared for tonight. Over the bed was a mirror actually, several of the small-mirrored tiles. I blushed slightly at the thoughts of what I would be able to see him doing to me but at the same time, it turned me on in an odd way to know that he wanted me to see what he was doing. I know that most women would find it uncomfortable to see themselves like that but for me, at that time, the excitement overruled all the self-conscious thoughts. The first thing he did when I was laid down where he wanted me to be, was take my right hand and tie it to the head of the bed, then he slowly walked around the bed to my left hand and did the same. He checked both to make sure they were wrapped tightly by the silk ties, but not so tight that they would begin to hurt. I found it interesting that I could see what he was doing and where he was while lying flat on the bed by looking into the mirror above myself. Next, I watched as he moved to the foot of the bed. I spread my legs slightly in an attempt to help him get me in the position he wanted. Instead of tying me then though, he climbed onto the bed with me putting himself between my legs. He bent forward and placed his mouth just above my panty-clad pussy and I waited for that first touch from his mouth. He wasn't ready for that though, instead he sat up and put his hands on each of my hips and slowly started sliding my panties down over my hips. I had to push my bottom up in order to assist him and then as he moved from between my legs I pulled them closer together. When he had finished removing them from my feet, I assumed my previous position hoping he would discard the idea of tying my ankles and just take advantage of what I was offering to him. It wasn't to be though since he looked at me openly displaying myself for him for a moment and then moved to begin attaching my ankles to the foot of the bed. As he pulled my legs further apart and I watched him tie one and then move to the other and pull it further out as well, I began to take notice of something else. The way I could feel my newly shaved pussy lips spreading open further, and I looked into the mirror overhead and really saw for the first time how exposed I was in this position before him. I could see the spread lips of my pussy and my clit poking out between them begging for attention against the darker backdrop of his bedspread. I found it both thrilling and embarrassing to be exposed to him in this way. When he was finished securing me and had me in the position that he wanted, he moved back around the bed, stopping at the head. "I told you to be ready for anything. Do you trust me?" He questioned. "Yes sir" I whispered. With that, Robert kissed me on the mouth again, once again taking full possession of my mouth with his tongue and I for that moment hated the ties that kept me from using my arms to pull him closer to me. When he broke the kiss, I noticed that in his hands he held a pair of earphones. I thought that was rather odd, since those had never been used before. It seemed like a strange toy to use but I didn't say anything as he moved to put them over my ears. The last thing I heard him say as he placed them over my ears was, "Trust me and don't object to anything or I will stop your talking as well". Then there was silence, complete silence for me and I shivered slightly in anticipation of what he may be doing around me. Then through the headphones came a classical song. I smiled at the thought of how surely he had stopped me from hearing sounds even as I wondered why he would want to. In the mirror over head I saw him moving toward the bedroom door and I started to call out to him and ask where he was going when I remembered that he had asked me to not say anything. I watched as he disappeared. Then I focused on myself in the mirror, spread out in the empty room. It was almost comical except for the fact that my pussy was so in need of attention that it almost ached and I couldn't relieve it. Robert returned after a few minutes, carrying a pair of scissors. There again I found that an odd choice of toys but I held my tongue in check and didn't voice it, deciding to just wait and see what he had in mind. I watched as he picked up the hated wool sweater and began to cut it into strips. I couldn't help but wonder what he was doing that for, but since I honestly didn't like it, I really didn't mind the fact that he was cutting it to pieces. I love sweaters, but when a friend of mine had given this one to me and I had put it on, I decided instantly that it had to go. The wool seemed to scratch against my back, causing it to itch. The longer I wore it the worse the itch became. Though since I had just put it on before coming here to see him, I told him how much I hated it and he agreed to let me wear one of his shirts home and to throw this sweater away. I wondered now why he had agreed to do so only to cut it up now. When he finished with his handy work with the scissors, he had cut out two square pieces of it and one rectangular strip. I looked at him questioningly as he moved himself around to where he was beside me, holding the cut pieces in his hand. He smiled knowingly at my confusion, and then proceeded to place one square over each of my breasts, and the rectangle over my shaved pussy. It took only a moment for the wool to start making my chest itch but I also noticed something more. Every breath I took caused the sweater to rub my already stiffened nipples and the rough scratchiness of the wool stimulated them even further. If I took a deep breath that made my tummy rise then the scratchy was also on my freshly shaved pussy. As that knowledge sunk in, so did the idea that the more aroused I became and the more my breathing increased the more self-imposed stimulation would be present. He leaned over quickly to possess my mouth again with his and when he stood up and I opened my eyes to look at him, I saw a woman's reflection in the mirror and gasped. Looking to him questioningly. I watched in the mirror, as she appeared to talk to Robert, and watched his mouth responding to her. I tried desperately to figure out what they were saying and I wanted desperately to know what she was doing there. The more they talked the more I had to will myself not to speak and the more I had to hold myself in check, the more my breathing speeded up causing the rough wool to scratch and tease against my sensitive body. At the same time I cursed its presence for teasing me, I was thankful that it shielded me from her view. As they continued to talk, and he seemed confident that I wouldn't start talking, he smiled at me and turned to face her, continuing their conversation with only occasional glances in my direction. Though I have no knowledge of how long they talked it seemed like hours. I resented the fact that she was there and I couldn't hear what they were saying. I felt as though they, especially Robert, were neglecting me. I wanted desperately for her to leave or to be able to hear them at least. I blushed every time she glanced in my direction, embarrassed that she should see me in this situation and when my master looked my way, I tried to plead with him silently to let me hear and/or get her out of the room. My Special Surprise Eventually, they both looked in my direction and while still talking made their way towards the bed. He sat down on my right side and she sat down on my left side and though I felt comforted by his nearness, and at being allowed to finally have him near me, I blushed to a deeper shade of red to also have her so near to me. I closed my eyes to shut out the sight of her sitting so near still fighting the urge to yell out for them to "stop" or to use the safe word that he and I had established long ago but that I had never felt the need to use. I strongly considered it now because I knew that if I said it, all of this would end. If I said "cardinal", she would leave. He would untie me and tonight we would spend our time talking about why I had said it. Don't get me wrong, I am not usually one to quit when Robert places a challenge, I have never before felt that I would ever need to remember my word. The whole idea of what could possibly happen with her in the room sitting so near to me dressed as I was, made me glad that he had insisted on me having a safe word. I mean, yes, I had dreams about it when I was younger, late teens, and they were great. Each of the dreams turned me on completely but that was fantasy. This was real and I really did not feel that I was ready to accept the touch of a woman...much less the pleasure she may bring. Then I remembered that Robert had asked if I trusted him, and admitted to myself that I really did. I wanted to make him happy, and if this was what he wanted then I wouldn't say my safe word unless I absolutely couldn't go through with it. As if knowing the conflicting thoughts running through my mind, I felt his hand touch my cheek in a comforting gesture. I opened my eyes, focused them on his face, then delivered a tiny smile meant to assure Robert that I wasn't calling it quits yet, and myself that I could do this for him. In the mirror overhead I caught a slight movement from the other side of the bed and glanced toward it in time to see the woman's red painted fingernails move toward my stomach, followed, of course, by her hand. I jumped slightly, tensing up from that first touch by her. Her hand just stayed there in that one spot and I began to relax while watching in the mirror overhead. I became somewhat fascinated by the sight of her red nails contrasting so strongly against the pale flesh of my stomach. The more she seemed to sense that I was relaxing the more her hand began to move. First her fingers and then her palm sliding back and forth slightly, and then eventually her hand was sliding all over my stomach. I became entranced watching her hand slide over my stomach and then it began to sink into my mind, how soft her hands were in comparison to a man's hands. The softness of her hands contrasted so strongly with the rough texture of his hand upon my cheek and the rough wool sweater pieces that were covering my breasts and pussy. Somewhat against my will, it all added up and I felt my body responding to everything going on. I am still not sure what made them realize that I was responding. Maybe I moaned slightly and they heard it or maybe it was simply that my breathing increased just a bit, but quite suddenly, Robert took his hand away from my face and laid it over my right breast. He then started rubbing back and forth, pulling the rough sweater with his hand over my sensitive nipple. Her caresses also became a bit more confident and she began to scratch lightly over my stomach with her fingernails. As Robert began to pinch and pull my nipple, she let her fingernails dig into my stomach a little more firmly, even leaving little white trails behind them that I was able to see in the mirror. Then she placed her other hand on my left breast and began to give it the same treatment as Robert was giving to the right while he put his other hand onto my stomach and began following her lead. I watched it all, the image of those four hands rubbing over me, pinching and pulling on my nipples, and them sliding the rough wool over my sensitive breasts. It was something I never would have imagined seeing, and very erotic. The more I watched and felt their caresses, the more I could feel my clit swelling once again. The now all too familiar ache deep inside my pussy once again started. I was both embarrassed and excited when Robert began working his hand from my stomach down lower toward my groin and groaned slightly when his hand began working the rough wool over my spread pussy. I could feel it teasing and tickling my clit and the more it did so the more my clit swelled and ached for a real touch. I saw Robert look toward her by the reflection in the mirror and then saw his mouth move as if saying something to her. Then she stood up and moved towards the foot of the bed. Again, I resented the fact that they wouldn't let me hear what was said but that quickly faded when I saw her climb onto the bed between my spread legs and holding the vibrator I had seen upon entering the room. I started shaking my head "no" and once again considered using my word when she pointed for him to look at me. I mean, having her touch my stomach and breasts, it was a whole other issue to have her poised between my legs and ready to give me pleasure. Especially considering how desperately I needed to cum and how easy it would be for her to push me over that edge. Robert smiled at me in that reassuring way, and then placed his hand fully over my covered pussy and began massaging me with firmer pressure. His free hand then pulled the rough wool away from my right breast and his head dipped down to take my nipple into his mouth, nibbling and then soothing with his tongue. He eventually tired of that and worked his way up my neck, kissing and nibbling in the same way while his fingers continued to work the rough wool around and into my pussy. Then Robert finally made it to my lips and took full possession of them. I never felt the rough wool or his hand leave my pussy but as his tongue darted in to search all the hidden corners of my mouth the vibrator was inserted into my more than willing wetness. As his tongue began to thrust in and out of my mouth so did the vibe thrust in and out of my pussy. I tried hard to not show them how excited I really was, I didn't want for her to know that the vibe was hitting all the right spots inside me, and that my pussy was begging now once again for release. I was determined that she wouldn't make me cum. It was bad enough that I was allowing her to touch me in this way for him to enjoy but I couldn't fully submit to her ministrations. When finally Robert broke the kiss, I thought for sure that it would be easier to hide my arousal. However, what I hadn't anticipated was that he would remove the wool shield from the other breast and then begin to massage and pinch lightly on both nipples while watching what she was doing with the vibrator. Then she reached with her free hand and began to use it on my clit using the pad of two fingers in a circular motion over my swollen button. I could feel myself nearing orgasm. Though, I was still trying hard to hold it back. The more I watched the things done to me through the mirror the more erotic the moment became and the more I wanted to let myself go. When I got to the point where I knew I wouldn't be able to hold back any longer, thankfully, they stopped. Robert turned to look at me and grinned, then reached up to take the earphones off my head, giving me back my sound before asking, "Why are you holding it back?" Somewhat shocked by the question it took me a moment think through the question and the possible answers that come to mind. Before I managed to come up with what I felt would be a good excuse, he continued talking. "I know you want to cum and I won't stop this until you do. Cum for her." I blushed deeply again, and nodded that I understand and I heard him tell her to continue. I noticed in the mirror that she was about to turn on the vibrator, which I knew would speed up the process of my orgasm when Robert said, "No, leave it off. Let her hear how wet she is, how badly she needs to cum." The woman laughed softly even as I turned an even deeper shade of red. If there is one thing I hate it is the sound of a vibrator inside my pussy thrusting back and forth. That wet squishing sound embarrasses me tremendously and Robert is well aware of it. I couldn't believe that he wanted me to hear what the two of them had caused my pussy to do, how wet it had become. She, however, didn't seem to mind at all and as she began sliding the toy in and out of my pussy, again I felt sure she knew a secret way to do it so that it would make the most noise possible. "See how wet you are?" my master questioned. I nodded and blushed again. "Cum for us then." Robert said as he went back to work on my nipples pinching and pulling them out from my body then soothing them only to do it again and she went back to work on my swollen clit. Once again, I was getting near my peak when they stopped. He bent down to suck and nibble on each breast, moving back and forth between the two and I closed my eyes in both frustration over her stopping and the pleasure his mouth was giving to my nipples. Then I heard her say, I want a taste of this, and before I could respond in any way, she used one hand to pull my clit hood back slightly and then used her tongue on my near bursting clit. Feeling the two mouths upon me was more than I could take in my highly aroused state, and soon after her tongue began touching me my body tensed up and the first waves of my release crashed over me and I felt my pussy grasping onto and then releasing the vibrator still buried deeply inside my pussy. Thankfully, she seemed to know exactly when to ease up with her attentions before it began to get sensitive enough to hurt me. They both let me come down slowly from my peak. I must have fallen asleep for a little bit after that, because the next thing I knew I had been untied and they were now naked. She was sitting in a chair by the bed and he was lightly kissing my chest and sliding his hands between my legs. I took in the sight of her sitting there in the chair naked. The first thing I noticed was her breasts. I saw some of the differences between our tits almost instantly. Her's were larger than mine, where as I am small by some standards, only wearing a "B" cup, I figured that she would probably fill a "C" cup. My nipples are a medium shade of brown and hers was a little darker. Where as some would consider my nipples to be puffy, including myself, her nipples were flatter and larger around than mine and her hardened little nub didn't stick out like mine did. I was still trying to analyze the difference between her tits and mine when Robert noticed that I was awake, he smiled and kissed my lips gently then said, "Good girl" and I am sure I glowed with pleasure over having made him happy with me. "Do you want to touch her?" He questioned. I instantly wondered if maybe he had noticed me looking at her, judging her and blushed slightly once again. I was also a bit shocked that he would let me choose. I wanted to say yes, because I felt sure that is what he would want, but being touched and actually touching were two different things for me, and I wasn't sure that I was fully ready to do the touching. I shyly admitted to it and was relieved when he said it was okay. She picked up the vibrator that she had used on me earlier, and began to tease herself with it. She would slide it up and down her slit and then insert just the tip inside herself, and start sliding it up and down her slit again. I wasn't sure how I should feel about her using my toy on herself. I found it both odd and exciting to know that she was fucking herself with the toy she had recently brought me to orgasm with. My master urged me to roll over and then lifted up on my hips, putting me into the doggy style position while facing her. He teased me with his cock much the same way as she was teasing herself. They seemed to be in perfect unison and as Robert finally pushed his cock all the way inside me, she did the same with the vibe. As he began rocking back and forth pushing himself in and out of me, so did she push and pull on the toy cock. When Robert reached around me and began to tease my clit with his fingers, her own fingers went to work on her own clit. I found myself also comparing her pussy with my own. The color of her bush, the thickness of her cunt lips, the way her inner lips spread open to allow the toy inside her. I had never seen my pussy as I was seeing hers so it was a short comparison, but I found myself turned on by the fact she let me see her in that way. As all of our passion grew, Robert surprised me with, "Tell me what you think of her pussy. What do you think of seeing another woman naked?" and I once again wondered if maybe he was reading my mind or noticing the things I was thinking at the very least. Caught up in the moment I knew that since I couldn't yet bring myself to touch her, I wouldn't deny him hearing what I thought of her. I couldn't let him down on two things. Therefore, I watched her closely and began, "I see her dark bush. It is wet where my toy slides in and out of her. The hair is slightly matted together on each side proving her wetness. Her clit is smaller than mine I think but it does look swollen. She is also red from her arousal." The more I talked of her and studied her, the more turned on I became. She began thrusting the fake cock in and out of herself quickly and I knew it had turned her on to hear me describing her. I also realized that soon she would reach her peak and so I continued talking, trying to help her cum even though I wasn't touching her. "The more excited she is the wetter her pussy gets. As she continues thrusting the vibe in and out of herself the more I can see the hair matting around it and the louder the little squishing noise becomes. I can see now why you enjoy that sound when fucking me with a toy, it really does show you how turned on I am." Robert also began thrusting in and out of me faster and I guessed he was also ready to cum. His hand between my legs began to rub me faster as well as urging me on to my own release. I heard the vibe making that annoying little squishing sound inside her pussy only it grew louder seconds before she called out her release and I watched as her pussy visibly contracted around the toy cock shoved deeply inside her pussy. The sight of her pussy throbbing around it turned me on enough to send me into my own orgasm where I was able to feel my pussy contracting around my Masters cock. As I cried out my release again, I felt him stiffen and swell inside me moments before his cock let loose deep inside my still contracting pussy. Afterward, she and I were able to talk a little bit and I learned that though she used to be submissive she was now what was known as a switch. She would play whatever part was needed. Depending on whom she was with and, most importantly, I found out that she didn't mind satisfying herself. She said she used to be in my position, not sure that she wanted to touch or be touched by a woman and her first time she wasn't able to go through with the touching either. When she left, my master and I went up to his room and laid down. While holding one another Robert asked what I had thought of the night's events, and I hesitantly admitted that I had enjoyed it. He asked if I would be willing to do it again and I admitted that I would but next time I wanted to hold onto the toy that was used on her. Robert laughed and assured me that it wouldn't be a problem if I were willing to do that. We fell asleep wrapped tightly in each other's arms and the next morning when we woke up we had a talk and agreed that I should move in with him full time. After all, since I had been willing to have other woman touch me to make him happy. There was obviously no chance of either of us moving on to someone new anytime soon.