As a college professor, I travel a fair amount to attend conferences, give 
talks, and do some consulting.  Once or twice a year, my wife Sarah will join me 
on one of these trips, especially if it is one in a fun place where my time 
commitment to work is minimal.

On a recent trip, Sarah decided to come with me.  I was being asked to give a 
speech to a conference being held at a very nice resort hotel and spa.  The 
group sponsoring the talk was paying my travel expenses and a small honorarium, 
enough to also pay for airfare for Sarah to come with me.  The best part was 
that my talk was scheduled for Friday morning, and then I would have no other 
responsibilities even though my room at the hotel was provided through Sunday.  
Sarah looked forward to taking advantage of the spa facilities and have a 
relaxing weekend.

Friday afternoon, after I completed my talk, Sarah and I headed to the indoor 
pool to take a swim.  The pool was almost empty, as the conference took up most 
of the hotel and most of the participants were still in meetings.  After our 
swim we got into the hot tub, which we both find a nice way to relax.  As we sat 
there, we noticed a woman walk into the pool area.  She was tall, probably 5 
foot 9 inches or so, and was full-sized.  Not fat, mind you, but definitely full 
of curves in all the right places.  While some would not find her attractive, 
she carried herself in a manner that exuded confidence.  I noticed that Sarah, 
who is bisexual, was also watching her quite closely.  We have a very secure 
relationship and quite often will admire women together.

She placed her towel on a lounge chair near the hot tub, and as she did, I got a 
better view of her.  She was wearing a one-piece suit that was cut quite high on 
the thighs and the top revealed quite a bit of her cleavage.  As she turned 
after placing her towel down I saw a sumptuous ass, one that many might consider 
too large but that was beautifully proportioned in my view.  I was quite pleased 
to see her heading toward the hot tub.

As she entered, she smiled and said hello to the two of us.  We smiled back, 
said hello, and left it at that.  She closed her eyes and placed her head back 
on the edge with a dreamy look on her face.  After a few minutes of this, she 
picked her head up, opened her eyes, and said, "Well, this certainly is 
relaxing."

Sarah replied, "Yes, it certainly is, we enjoy hot tubs whenever we get a 
chance."

The woman replied, "Yes, so do I."  She turned to me and said, "By the way, I 
caught your talk this morning, and found it very interesting."

I was surprised, and of course Sarah chuckled when she heard the woman say this 
(she always finds it amusing when somebody compliments me professionally).  I 
didn't know what to say, so just said, "Why, thank you."  Sarah, who is much 
better in social situations than I am, said, "Oh, so you're here for the 
conference."

The woman responded, "Yes, and by the way, my name is Mary."

Sarah said, "Well, you already know Bob's name, and my name is Sarah.  Are you 
here for the whole weekend?"

Mary said, "Yes, though I'm jealous that the two of you are getting to spend 
some nice time together."

I replied, "Oh, did you leave somebody behind at home?"

Mary said, "Well, to be truthful, not really.  I recently broke up with my 
boyfriend, so I wouldn't have had anybody to bring with me anyway."

Sarah said, "I'm sorry to hear that.  It's always a pain when relationships 
break up, no matter what the reason.  Bob and I have been lucky to have been 
together for a long time.  I don't mean to pry, but would you like to tell us 
what happened?"

Mary hesitated for a few seconds, looking first at Sarah, then at me.  It 
appeared that she was trying to decide if she could trust us, or whether it was 
even worth the trouble to go into the whole thing or not.  We waited quietly 
without pressuring her; Sarah was really just trying to be polite and making 
conversation anyway.

After about 30 seconds, Mary looked like she had made her mind up to talk.  She 
said, "I guess it just came down to personalities.  We really weren't that 
compatible, and even though we tried for a while to make it work, we realized it 
wouldn't."

Sarah asked, "What was the difference in your personalities?"

Mary hesitated again for a few seconds, as if she were trying to find the right 
words, and then replied, "I would describe it as both of us having quite strong 
personalities, and that made it impossible for us to be happy together."

Sarah responded, "Well that's certainly not a problem that Bob and I have.  I do 
have a strong personality, but he's pretty submissive."

When I heard that, I whipped my head around and stared at her.  The truth was 
that Sarah and I enjoyed quite a bit of dominant-submissive play in our sexual 
relationship, with her being the dominant one.  But we had never discussed this 
with anybody, and we rarely brought the role-playing outside of our sexual play.  
I was stunned that she would say this to a perfect stranger.  And not just a 
perfect stranger, but somebody who now knew me professionally.  Sarah caught my 
look out of the corner of her eye and just gave me a little smile.

I didn't know what to say, or whether I should even say anything at all.  After 
I got over my shock of Sarah's disclosure, I looked at Mary and saw no reaction 
at all on her face.  I couldn't tell if she didn't get what Sarah had said, or 
if it simply didn't impress her.  She said to Sarah, "Well then, you are quite 
lucky to have found one another and developed your relationship together."

Sarah replied, "Yes, we are."  I was still shocked into silence, and wasn't sure 
where this was all going, but decided the best thing to do was simply keep my 
mouth shut.  Sarah continued, "Bob and I have very few conflicts in our 
relationship because we both know our places.  He is always willing to do what I 
tell him, aren't you Bob?"  She turned her head to me as she asked this 
question, and all I could do was mumble very quietly, "Yes, Sarah."

Sarah responded, "I'm sorry, Bob, I don't think Mary could hear you.  Could you 
repeat that?"  I wasn't sure what to do at this stage; I was torn between not 
wanting to have our relationship brought out into the open in front of this 
woman, and wanting to obey my wife.  I guess my submissive side won out, and I 
replied more clearly, "Yes, Sarah, I am willing to do what you tell me."  I 
glanced over at Mary, and there was still little reaction.  She just had a 
slightly amused look on her face, like she was enjoying being a voyeur to this 
little show.

Sarah then said, "Mary, would you like to see an example of what I mean?"  When 
I heard this, I was stunned!  Sarah was actually proposing that Mary be allowed 
to observe us while we played.  At the same time I was stunned, I felt myself 
getting aroused in my swimsuit, but still couldn't believe this was happening.

Without hesitation, Mary said with a smile, "Sure, that would be fun!"  So Sarah 
said, "Okay, let's go then.  C'mon Bob.  Let's head back to our room."

I was in a fog, but didn't know what to do other than to follow along.  As the 
three of us got out and dried ourselves off, Mary said, "I'd like to just stop 
at my room and take a quick shower to wash the chlorine off of me, then I'll 
meet you."  Sarah said, "Sounds like a good idea, we'll do the same."

We left the pool and started walking toward our room, Mary following.  As we 
were walking, Sarah said to Mary, "What room are you in?"  She replied, "464."  
And Sarah said, "Great!  Right next to ours!"

When we got to our room, I closed the door and turned to Sarah and said, "What 
are you doing?"  She replied, "Oh c'mon, Bob, be a good sport and just play 
along.  Nobody's going to get hurt.  And besides, I want you to do this.  For 
me."  She got that stern look in her face, and I knew that I would be unable to 
resist her.  I just nodded meekly, and she told me that she was going to shower 
and then I would.  After she finished, I got into the shower, and I heard Sarah 
go over and open up the door to the adjoining room, and knock once.  

After the shower, Sarah, who was naked, told me not to bother getting dressed 
either.  I saw that the other door to the adjoining room was open, but did not 
see Mary in there.  Sarah instructed me to lay on the big king-sized bed on my 
back, and went and got our toy bag (which travels with us wherever we go).  She 
proceeded to tie my hands and ankles spread-eagled to the four posts of the bed, 
turned down the lights, closed the blackout blinds, lit some candles, and put a 
nice CD on the alarm clock/CD player next to the bed. 

A few seconds later, I heard Mary walk into our room.  She was a sight to 
behold, all 5 feet 9 inches of her, dressed entirely in red - a red lace and 
satin bra, matching panties, and a red garter belt holding up red fishnet 
stockings.  She was even more beautiful with her suit off then she was before.  
The outfit did a great job accentuating her curves.  Without saying a word, she 
pulled up an upholstered chair and placed it near the head of the bed.  She sat 
down in it and placed her feet up on the bed, not far from my head.  After 
smiling at me, she turned to Sarah and said, "Okay, I'm ready whenever you are."

It dawned on me at that point that she and Sarah must have had a conversation 
while I was in the shower.  Sarah turned to me and said, "We're going to do 
things a little differently today, Bob.  Turns out that Mary has had some 
experience as a Domme, and she's going to assist us."  I didn't know what to do, 
other than to simply say, "Okay."  

Sarah looked at me sternly and said, "Is that an appropriate response, slave?"  
I knew immediately I had made a mistake, and replied, "No, Mistress.  I should 
have said, 'Yes, Mistress, I understand.'"  Sarah replied, "That's much better, 
slave, but I think I may still have to punish you for that indiscretion.  And 
because there are two of us here now, you will refer to us as Mistress Sarah and 
Mistress Mary."  I looked at her and said, "Yes, Mistress Sarah," and then 
turned and said, "Yes, Mistress Mary."

Mistress Mary then said, "Okay, now that we've got that settled, let's get 
started.  Slave, I'm going to instruct you on what you will do to please 
Mistress Sarah.  Sarah, why don't you start off by sitting on the slave's face."  
Now I had never been involved in a D/s scene with another woman, and was not 
sure how this was going to work.  But I didn't have much choice in the matter, 
and I couldn't deny that I found the whole thing incredibly erotic.  So as Sarah 
straddled my chest and inched her way up my chest until her pussy reached my 
mouth, I decided I would simply comply.

Mistress Mary said, "Okay, slave, start licking."  I stuck out my tongue and 
began running it up and down Mistress Sarah's outer lips, which were very 
accessible because I often trimmed her pussy as part of my submissive acts 
toward her.  I went up and down both sides of each, and then moved to the inner 
labia, and performed the same action on those.  As I did this, I glanced at 
Mistress Mary out of the corner of my eye and saw that she was just staring 
intently at the scene.  Mistress Sarah was enjoying the oral ministrations, as 
she usually does, as I could feel her grinding her pussy against my face in 
order to get more of my tongue.  

Mistress Mary said, "Now start working on her clit."  I followed her 
instruction, remembering to pause and say, "Yes Mistress Mary."  I reached up 
with my tongue, assisted by Mistress Sarah's lowering her pussy even further 
into my face.  I began first rolling my tongue around her clit, and then sucking 
it, first gently, and then harder.  As I did this, I glanced over at Mistress 
Mary and noticed that she was very gently rubbing her hand over the outside of 
her panties, which were just noticeably becoming darker around her pussy.  It 
was quite clear that she was enjoying this scene.

After a few more minutes of working Mistress Sarah's clit, I could feel her 
building to an orgasm.  She came hard on my tongue, with her pussy juice leaking 
out all over my face.  I did my best to suck and lick it all up as she came down 
from her orgasm and her breathing returned to normal.

Mistress Mary then said, "Very good, slave.  You've done well so far.  But there 
is still more for you to do.  Sarah, I imagine you want to give your clit a 
rest, so why don't you turn around and let the slave work on your ass for a 
while."  Now I didn't know if the two Mistresses had talked about this or not 
while I was in the shower, but Mistress Sarah certainly knew that ass worship 
was among my favorite activities.  So as Mistress Sarah rose up and turned 
around facing my feet, my arousal was quite evident in the hard-on sticking 
straight up from my body.  I saw Mistress Mary looking at this also, with some 
amusement in her face.

As Mistress Sarah settled back down on my chest, Mistress Mary said, "Okay, 
slave, I want you to start by giving her cheeks a tongue bath.  If you do a good 
job, we may let you do more."  I began running my tongue all around her cheeks, 
alternating from the left one to the right, keeping them nice and wet with 
plenty of saliva to run along her cheeks.  I was in a state of euphoria and 
enjoying every minute of it.  The shame I had felt initially regarding this 
stranger knowing about my submissive side was long past, and all I could think 
about was serving Mistress Sarah.

I continued the tongue bath for what seemed like a long time; I was losing track 
of time as I concentrated on pleasing my Mistress.  I was getting a very 
positive reaction from her, based on the sighs and moans emanating from her 
mouth.  She would occasionally shift her position to direct my tongue to another 
part of her ass, but every time I got near her beautiful pucker, Mistress Mary 
would say, "Don't touch her there yet, slave."  I continued working on her 
cheeks for what felt like hours, but I would guess was only about ten minutes.

Then abruptly, Mistress Mary said, "Stop slave."  I immediately stopped, and 
Mistress Sarah leaned forward again.  Mistress Mary got up from her chair, 
unbound my wrists and ankles, and instructed Mistress Sarah to get up.  Mistress 
Mary then said, "Okay, Mistress Sarah, why don't you get on your hands and knees 
on the bed.  Slave - you get on your hands and knees behind her."

At this point it dawned on me that Mistress Mary had really taken over, and that 
my Mistress/wife was very quiet and all but following her directions.  I noticed 
the subtle difference in how she addressed the two of us - for me, a command; 
for Mistress Sarah, a suggestion.  Nevertheless, we both complied with her 
request, and I found myself peering at my wife's beautiful ass cheeks and 
pucker, the former both well lubricated by my saliva.  Mistress Mary then said, 
"Okay, slave, we still have to punish you for your lack of respect earlier when 
you addressed us inappropriately.  I will administer the punishment, and I want 
you to thank me for each one and ask for another."  I had no idea what the 
punishment would entail, but I meekly replied, "Yes Mistress Mary."

Mistress Mary was behind me, so I could not see what she was doing, but I heard 
her get up from her chair.  The rustle of lace and satin was a sound that could 
not be confused for any other.  After about ten seconds after the sound stopped, 
I felt and heard a large "whak" on my left ass cheek.  The slap caught me by 
surprise, propelling me forward toward Mistress Sarah's pucker.  I quickly 
recovered and said, "Thank you, Mistress Mary, may I have another?"  She 
replied, "Pull your head back, slave, I don't want you touching Mistress Sarah 
yet."  She spanked me again, continuing for ten hits, five on each cheek.  I 
could feel the heat rising in my ass, as Mistress Mary spanked me harder than I 
had ever endured from Mistress Sarah, who stayed on the bed the whole time, 
without moving or saying a word.

Once Mistress Mary finished, she said to me, "Very good slave, you have taken 
your punishments well.  I will reward you by allowing you to worship Mistress 
Sarah's asshole.  Stay on your hands and knees and lean forward."  Hearing that, 
and without hesitation, I leaned forward and began tonguing my beautiful 
Mistress's pucker, a spot that I adore.  The pungent smell and wrinkled touch on 
my tongue drives me absolutely crazy, and my cock responded accordingly as I 
began the gentle rimming of her ass.  I continued this, first running my tongue 
around the outside of the pucker, getting it nice and wet.  I then ran my tongue 
up and down her crack, from the point where it is first starts on her lower 
back, all the way down to her perineum, that lovely spot that defines the 
separation of her ass from her pussy.  Again I heard the sighs and moans of 
Mistress Sarah demonstrating that she was enjoying the act as much as I.  I felt 
her leaning backward slightly, trying to increase the pressure of my tongue on 
her ass, though I resisted the temptation to move closer to her for fear of 
igniting another round of punishment from Mistress Mary.

As I prepared to push my tongue into Mistress Sarah's asshole, I heard Mistress 
Mary moving behind me.  I heard some rustling, and then she moved back closer to 
the bed.  The next sound I heard was a kind of "pop," and then I felt something 
wet stroking around my asshole.  I realized that it was her lubed finger, which 
caught me by surprise, and I stopped what I was doing to Mistress Sarah.  
Mistress Mary responded by saying in a sharp voice, "Don't stop, slave - 
continue," and she administered a hard slap to my ass.  I quickly got back to 
Mistress Sarah's asshole, which had been well loosened up by all the attention I 
had been paying, and began pushing my tongue into her sweet-smelling crevice.

As I did this, I felt Mistress Mary's finger began to move from stroking my ass 
to entering it.   She rhythmically moved her finger in and out, an act that 
heightened my arousal and made it difficult to concentrate on my tonguing of 
Mistress Sarah.  Yet somehow I managed, almost in a daze, to continue pushing my 
tongue deeper and deeper in, as she pushed back to help me get in as deep as 
possible.  All this time, Mistress Mary continued pumping my ass, first with one 
finger and then with two.  And then she took her other hand, which was also 
lubed, and began ever so slightly stroking my erect cock hanging underneath me.

I felt myself building to an orgasm, and was mentally begging for her to 
continue so that I could have the release I so desperately needed.  I felt 
Mistress Sarah, who I knew could orgasm from my tonguing her ass alone, also 
getting closer and closer.  In my mind everything else had been blocked out; all 
I could sense - touch, smell, sound, taste, and sight - was my tongue in 
Mistress Sarah's ass and Mistress Mary's hands on my body.

And then it stopped.  Mistress Mary had removed her hands, and before the shock 
hit me, she reminded me, "Keep going slave."  I was frustrated as hell, but did 
my best to continue pushing my tongue in and out of Mistress Sarah's ass.  As I 
did this, I felt something pushing against my own ass, and I was relieved to 
think that Mistress Mary had taken pity on me and was going to continue 
violating my asshole.  But instead I quickly realized it wasn't her fingers, but 
a butt plug, that was going up there.  She pushed it in with a "plop", 
generating a quick burst of pain, followed by a sense of fullness that I had 
never felt before.  Somehow I managed, even in the midst of this new sensation, 
to continue tonguing Mistress Sarah until she finally came in a loud and violent 
orgasm, causing her to collapse on her stomach on the bed.

I stayed on my hands and knees, awaiting instruction from Mistress Mary.  She 
did nothing for a few minutes, just leaving me hanging there with a massive 
hard-on and a butt plug in my ass, and Mistress Sarah recovering on the bed next 
to me.  After about five minutes, she told me to get up and lie back on the bed.  
I said, "Yes, Mistress Mary," and did as she instructed.  She reattached the 
ankle and wrist restraints, pulling my arms and legs as wide open as possible.  
She then said, "Mistress Sarah, get up and sit on the slave's hard-on, facing 
his head."  I noticed the change in tone; she was now telling Mistress Sarah 
what to do, rather than making suggestions.  I think that Mistress Sarah noticed 
also, because she looked confusedly at Mistress Mary.  But given the mind-
blowing orgasm she had just had, and the stern look on Mistress Mary's face, she 
quickly got up and did as instructed, mounting herself on my still hard cock.  
The feeling was absolutely stupendous, having her warm, wet pussy surrounding 
it.  I started to move, as did Mistress Sarah, until Mistress Mary leaned over, 
grabbed one of my nipples in one hand and one of Mistress Sarah's in the other, 
and squeezed hard.  We both froze, in shock, as Mistress Mary asked, "I didn't 
tell either of you to move, did I?"

I knew what the right response was: "No, Mistress Mary, you did not tell me to 
move.  I apologize."  Mistress Sarah, however, was still confused about what was 
going on.  She looked at me, then back at Mistress Mary, who simply stared back 
at her, waiting for a response.  Mistress Sarah realized that things had 
changed, and slowly and quietly replied, "I am sorry also, Mistress Mary."

A small smile crossed Mistress Mary's lips, as a look of satisfaction crept on 
to her face.  Both Mistress Sarah and I stayed immobile, both of us just staring 
at Mistress Mary as she released our nipples and backed away.  As she did this, 
she slipped the straps of her bra off of both shoulders, and turned her back to 
us, saying, "Sarah, undo the clasp of my bra."  Again, both of us noticed the 
change in tone, as well as the dropping of the honorific "Mistress."  We 
realized that the tables had turned, but Sarah seemed mesmerized with Mistress 
Mary and slowly and deliberately reached up and undid the clasp on her bra.  We 
saw it slip off the front of Mistress Mary and drop on to the floor.

Without turning to us, she said, "I would tell the slave to do this next part, 
but he seems a little bit tied up at the moment, so Sarah, you will have to do.  
I want you to reach over and undo the garters from my stockings."  Again, Sarah 
complied, reaching over while not moving off of me and undid the garters on both 
sides of each stocking.  Mistress Mary then rolled each one down her legs, 
leaving them on the floor near her bra.  She then turned toward us, giving us a 
view of her voluptuous breasts for the first time.  Unharnessed, they almost 
seemed smaller than when they had been encased in her bathing suit or bra.  They 
were quite large, yet had very little sag for such a large woman.  Each was 
topped with a crimson red nipple, equal in proportion to the large size of her 
breasts.  And each nipple was surrounded by a mocha-colored areola, slightly 
larger in diameter than a silver dollar.

Both Sarah and I just stared at this commanding presence in front of us.  She 
stood there for about a minute, before she reached up and pulled down the garter 
belt, leaving her standing there in nothing but the red satin and lace panties.  
The anticipation was gut-wrenching, as both Sarah and I knew what was coming 
next but were powerless to make it happen any faster.  Mistress Mary bent down, 
and picked up the lingerie that had littered the floor.  She slowly walked over 
to the dresser, folded each piece very neatly, put them in a pile on top of the 
dresser, and then walked back to the bed.  She stood facing us, both of us still 
staring at her.  She spread her legs slightly, put her thumbs in the waist of 
her panties, and slid them in one motion down her legs.  We were presented with 
the most beautiful shaved pussy I have ever seen, with both the outer and inner 
labia hanging down and fully visible between her legs.  A few drops of moisture 
could be seen on her labia, confirming to me that Mistress Mary was enjoying 
this session as much as I was.  As much as I enjoyed the view, I could tell that 
Sarah was enjoying it equally.

Mistress Mary proceeded to pick up her panties, first slightly turning away from 
us, and bending at the waist.  This gave us a close up view of her full ass, two 
milky white cheeks surrounding a wonderful valley running from below her waist 
down and under her legs.  Her pink pucker was slightly open to us, presaging 
things that (I hoped) were soon to come.  She brought the panties over to the 
dresser with her other things, folded them and put them on top of the pile.  She 
then went into our toy bag, and got out a blindfold.  I was disappointed, 
because I didn't want to be deprived of the pleasure of looking at her, but I 
also knew I had no will to resist her.  She walked toward us, and I prepared 
myself by lifting my head from the pillow so she could get the strap behind my 
head.  But to my surprise, she looked at me and said, "No slave, it is not for 
you.  It is for Sarah."  

A look of surprise crossed Sarah's face as Mistress Mary placed the blindfold on 
her, adjusting the strap tightly across her head.  After completing this, 
Mistress Mary got on the bed, straddling my chest, facing Sarah.  I was 
presented with the enticing sight of her ass cheeks just a few tantalizing 
inches from my face, but I still knew enough not to move until given 
instruction.  I only hoped it would come soon.

I saw that Sarah, who was still impaled on my cock, was breathing quite heavily.  
Mistress Mary did nothing for a few long seconds, maybe 30, before she reached 
out and started lightly brushing her nails over one of Sarah's nipples.  It was 
hard for me to see what she was doing, since my view was still largely taken up 
by her ass cheeks right in front of me.  But by turning my head slightly, I 
could just glance at Sarah's breasts.  Now I know from experience that Sarah's 
nipples are particularly sensitive and responsive, and not surprisingly, they 
both began to harden and point toward Mistress Mary.  This caused Sarah to begin 
to move around on my cock again, gaining her a quietly, yet firmly spoken 
admonition from Mistress Mary:  "Don't move yet, my sweet."  Sarah immediately 
responded to the command, and sat still again.

Mistress Mary continued her work on Sarah's nipples, alternating between the two 
of them, and then began to more forcefully squeeze and pull on them.  As she did 
this she edged a bit further back on my chest so that her ass was less than an 
inch from my chin.  I began to catch her scent, a heady mix of the juices that I 
could feel flowing from her pussy onto my chest, as well as her succulent and 
sweet-smelling asshole that, even though she had just showered, still had a 
lovely smell to it.  I tried to mentally will her to slide back that last inch, 
so that I could reach that wonderful present in front of me.  But she stayed 
firmly in the same place for quite some time, teasing me with the treasures just 
out of my reach.

Sarah continued to respond to Mistress Mary's work, breathing harder and 
beginning to moan.  Mistress Mary again whispered, "Yes, my pet, you enjoy this, 
don't you?"  When Sarah didn't respond, Mistress Mary lightly slapped the side 
of her breast, saying "When I speak to you, respond to me."  Sarah came out of 
her reverie for a second to reply, "Yes, Mistress Mary, I do like this."  "Do 
you want me to continue, pet?", asked Mistress Mary. "Oh yes," was the response.

I saw Mistress Mary take one of her hands away from Sarah's breasts, and lower 
it down toward my cock.  Even though I couldn't see what she was doing, I could 
feel her begin to lightly stroke Sarah's clit.  As she did this, she scooted 
back just enough for her ass cheeks to make contact with my face, saying to me, 
"Okay slave, you know what to do now.  But remember, no moving anything but your 
head, and if you do a good job, you'll get a reward."  I didn't need any more 
instruction; I immediately began to give her cheeks the same attention I had 
paid to Sarah what seemed like hours earlier.  I lapped my tongue up and down 
and around each cheek, gently at first, then more forcefully.  I tried hard to 
raise my head enough so that I could get my tongue into her crack, but she was 
still sitting upright and denying me access to that part of her beauty.  So I 
contented myself with continue the attention to her ass cheeks.

Sarah was getting more and more flushed, her breathing rate increasing at the 
same pace as were the moans emanating from her mouth.  Mistress Mary continued 
her two-handed assault, one hand working forcefully over her nipples and the 
other more lightly on her clit.  Sarah was somehow managing not to move her 
body, much to my dismay, as I was hoping that her arousal would induce her to 
move enough on my cock to help relieve the tension I had been feeling there for 
some time.  I had nothing I could do other than continue the washing of Mistress 
Mary's cheeks with my tongue.

Mistress Mary then slightly adjusted her position by leaning forward just enough 
to bring her face closer to Sarah's.  She was quite a bit taller than Sarah, so 
the effect was one of her looking down on Sarah, but their faces were close 
enough together that she could reach down and kiss Sarah.  She forced her tongue 
into Sarah's mouth, which willingly responded by closing and sucking on Mistress 
Mary's tongue.  I glanced around Mistress Mary's ass every now and then to see 
this beautiful sight of my wife and our Mistress passionately kissing each other 
like neither had ever kissed before in their lives.

The other effect of Mistress Mary's position change was that it scooted her ass 
even further back towards my face, providing me access to her crack and asshole 
that I had been craving.  I immediately started lapping up and down her crack, 
earning me the gentle praise of, "Yes, slave, that's very nice," as Mistress 
Mary disentangled herself from Sarah's kiss for a few seconds.  I continued this 
up and down motion for a few minutes as the women continued their kiss and 
Mistress Mary continued her manual assault on Sarah's clit and nipples.  I then 
began to concentrate on her asshole, lightly rimming and teasing it with my 
tongue as I felt her wiggle her ass back just a bit further and lifting her hips 
a bit, providing me even better access to her.  That allowed me to begin to push 
my tongue into her pink, puckered hole.  I was surprised at how easily it gave 
way, much easier than Sarah's ever had.  I almost immediately found my tongue 
quite a ways into her asshole, and I had no trouble pushing it back and forth, 
feeling Mistress Mary's body moving in tandem with the action of my tongue.

Mistress Mary then again removed her face from Sarah's, and said to her, "Are 
you close, my dear?"  I didn't need to hear her response, and certainly couldn't 
see what it was because of the close-up view I had of Mistress Mary's asshole, 
but I knew from the way Sarah's body had been responding that she was right on 
the edge.  She must have answered affirmatively, because Mistress Mary then 
said, "Okay pet, you can begin to move up and down on the slave."  Without 
delay, Sarah began to pump her body up and down on my cock, finally beginning to 
move me toward the release I had been craving.  Simultaneously, Mistress Mary 
pistoned her ass back and forth on my tongue while she continued her work on 
Sarah's clit and nipples.

It couldn't have been more than a minute before both Sarah and I built to an 
incredible orgasm, both of us bucking wildly.  I tried my hardest to keep my 
tongue working in Mistress Mary's asshole, but found it impossible as the need 
to cry out overtook me.  My cries corresponded with Sarah's screams as the two 
of us came together.  Mistress Mary compassionately let us come down from that 
experience, lightly stroking Sarah as she removed her blindfold and gently 
running her fingers through my public hair.  She said to us, "You were both 
very, very good, and now I'm going to reward you."  I wasn't sure what this was 
going to entail, but I was hoping it wouldn't involve much attention to my cock, 
which was still incredibly sore from the long period of time which it had been 
hard and that crashing orgasm.

Mistress Mary turned around, facing my head, and scooted up so that her knees 
were now on either side of my head, rather than my chest.  She gently picked my 
body up so that I was sitting more upright.  She was on her knees so that her 
pussy was now right in front of my face, and she said to me, "Okay slave, I want 
to hear you beg for my pussy, and if you pay the proper tribute, I will let you 
put your well-exercised tongue to work there."  Now Sarah and I had never done 
anything like that, so I had to think quickly (not the easiest thing to do in my 
post-orgasmic state) to figure out what to say to her.  After a few moment's 
hesitation, I said, "Thank you Mistress Mary for the generous opportunity to 
lick your beautiful and erotic pussy.  Please do me the honor of allowing me to 
use my tongue to demonstrate my gratitude."

She responded, "That is good enough, slave.  Now get to work."  And I did, 
running my tongue up and down her shaved labia.  All I can say was that it was 
heaven - I had never gone down on a woman with a totally-shaved pussy before, 
and it was like no other sensation I had ever experienced.  Every fold, every 
bump, every square millimeter of skin was equally accessible to my tongue.  I 
felt like I could explore her pussy unlike any I ever had before.  I started by 
licking and sucking all around, trying to drink in her luscious pussy juices.  
Once I had managed to get most of them up, I then more luxuriously ran my tongue 
up and down her labia, outer than inner, left than right.

As I was doing this, Mistress Mary turned to Sarah, who had just been sitting on 
the side of the bed watching this whole episode, and said to her, "Sarah, come 
over here and begin to pay tribute to my ass."  Without hesitation, Sarah got up 
and positioned herself next to me, slightly bent over, so that she could get her 
face down to the level of Mistress Mary's ass.  Mistress Mary helped her out by 
leaning forward even further, and grasping the headboard.  Once she did this, I 
couldn't see what Sarah was doing because her head was hidden by Mistress Mary's 
body.

Sensing this, Mistress Mary said, "Oh you poor slave.  You can't see what your 
wife is doing to me, can you?"  I removed my tongue from her pussy for a second 
to respond, "No Mistress Mary, I can't."  And she replied, "Well, then I'll 
describe it for you while you continue to work on my pussy.  My pet is spreading 
my cheeks with her hands, and is lapping her tongue up and down my crack.  Ummm, 
it feels divine.  Has she ever done this for you, slave?"

I couldn't believe it; the one thing that I could never get Sarah to do for me 
was to use her tongue on my ass.  And here she was doing that to a perfect 
stranger we had met just a few hours ago.  I knew I had to respond, so I simply 
said, "No Mistress Mary, she has not."  And Mistress Mary said, "Well, that's 
too bad, because you are really missing something wonderful.  Now I feel her 
moving her tongue around my little asshole, just waiting to enter it."  I could 
picture what Sarah was doing, and was incredibly jealous that this woman was 
receiving the attention that Sarah had always denied me.  I continued to work on 
Mistress Mary, now beginning to suck on and lick her clit.  She responded by 
saying, "Yes slave, that's very nice.  You are doing almost as good a job on my 
pussy as my pet is doing on my ass."

In spite of the fact that I had just come a few minutes earlier, I felt myself 
getting hard again.  The thought of my wife tonguing the asshole of this goddess 
was too much to bear.  Mistress Mary chimed in again, "Oh yes, pet, that's very 
nice.  Stick your tongue deeper into my asshole now.  And you slave, keep 
working on my clit."  The two of us feverishly continued our work on either side 
of Mistress Mary, feeling her body begin to grind alternately first against my 
tongue and then back against my wife's tongue.  After a few minutes of this, I 
felt her body begin to shake, and moans start coming from her mouth.  The moans 
escalated into cries, the shakes into quivers, and in a matter of seconds we 
felt her come all over both of us.  It took her close to a minute to come down 
from the orgasm and remove herself from on top of me.

As she did, Mistress Mary looked at my hard-on and said, "Oh, look at the poor 
slave.  He is hard again and needs some attention.  I wonder what we could do 
about that?"  She removed the restraints again, and said to me, "Roll over on 
your side, slave."  As I complied, she remarked, "Oh, I forgot that you still 
had that butt plug in you.  How silly of me."  She said to Sarah, "Come help me 
over here pet.  Oh, and you will have to help me also, slave."  I had no idea 
what she was talking about, but watched as Sarah came over.

Mistress Mary took hold of the base of the butt plug, and began to move it 
around in a circle, saying to Sarah, "See what I'm doing, Pet?  I want you to do 
this, and also pull it in and out."  Sarah complied, and slowly began to pull 
the butt plug out of me.  It came out with a "pop", and then she proceeded to 
put it back in.  She continued this, occasionally giving it a turn while it was 
in me.  Mistress Mary then turned to me and said, "And now you, slave.  Give me 
your hand."  I put out my hand, and she poured some lube in it.  "Now start 
stroking yourself, slowly, slave."  I felt humiliated, as I'd never masturbated 
in front of anybody, even Sarah before.  But I did as she said, powerless to 
defy her.  I wrapped my hand around my cock and slowly started stroking it up 
and down, in a rhythm with what Sarah was doing to my ass.

The sensations from the two most sensitive parts of my body were incredible.  I 
felt myself building to another orgasm, and Mistress Mary could see this also.  
She said, "Very good, slave, now a little faster."  I did as she said, moving my 
hand faster up and down my bulging cock.  My mind jerked back and forth from the 
sensations in my ass to my cock.  Mistress Mary was saying over and over in a 
very low voice, "That's very good, slave, that's very good slave."

Finally, as I got close to coming, she changed her words, now saying, "That's 
right, slave, let's see you come for Mistress Mary.  Show me what a good slave 
you are."  I couldn't hold back any further, and as Sarah gave a solid push of 
the butt plug into my ass, I came, the cum shooting up over my hand and on to my 
chest.  It took me a few minutes to come down from all the attention, and for my 
breathing to return to normal.  Mistress Mary and Sarah just sat, watching me 
the entire time.  

I finally fell asleep, for what seemed like hours.  When I awoke, Sarah was 
naked and asleep next to me, but Mistress Mary was gone.  I checked with the 
front desk, who told me that the person in room 464 had checked out a few hours 
earlier.  We never did see her again, but I am hoping that I run into her again 
at another conference.










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