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Birthday Fun

By: miffy



As you walk in the door I slap your face 

"How dare you, you bastard, you know that when you go out you take me with you. You do not pull anyone without me being there to enjoy it. Get down on your knees." 

You kneel before me surprised at this change of roles but loving it.

"I'm going to do to you what you do to me, you cunt. By the end of this you will be worshipping me like you make me worship you." 

I slip a leather collar round your neck and attach a chain to it.

"Come on doggy, follow mistress like a good doggy."

I walk in front of you my stiletto heels clicking on the stone floor. I open the door to the cellar. 

"Go down the stairs backwards. I want you to look up at me while you do it."

As you start to work your way backwards down the stairs you obediently keep your eyes on me. I take off my silk blouse revealing a black leather peephole bra and as my skirt drops to the floor you gasp appreciatively at the long black leather boots and lack of panties. Once you're at the bottom of the stairs I command 

"Stay."

and you obey. 

I walk slowly down the stairs your eyes on me all the time. I pick up the chain again and lead you over to the wall.

"Good boy, now sit and stay."

I love having you obey my commands and have to stop myself from asking you to roll over or play dead. I sit on the large oak chair, casually putting a leg over each arm, spreading my pussy open for you to see. I still hold the long chain loosely in one hand. 

"Strip."

And I watch as you slowly undress, I gasp with pleasure as I see your hard cock released from your jeans, 

"Good boy."

I say with a smile once you are naked. I walk back towards you and as I get close your hands come up to touch me

"Bad boy."

I say slapping your hands away. I lead you closer to the wall and pull you to your feet with the chain. Pressing my body hard against yours I take each hand in turn and slip them into the manacles on the wall. 

Once you are chained up I walk away to appreciate your helpless state. I am so wet I'm surprised it's not running down my legs. I return to the chair and collect the nipple claps and a long leather strip. I return to you swinging the leather strap as I go.

"How bad were you?"

"Very bad." you whisper.

"Good."

I reply as I bring the strap round hard against your stomach. God the noise it makes turns me on so much. 

I take another swing at you and enjoy watching the welt rise across your chest. I run my hand over the wound and lean down to kiss it. You taste so good I work up your body to your neck. I nibble gently and then using my incisors bite down hard letting out a gasp of pleasure as I break the skin and leave two beautiful puncture marks. It feels so good I do it again and again working down to your nipples. They are so erect and feel so good on my tongue.

I stop myself from drawing blood there and instead attached the nipple clamps, running the leather strap between the rings attached to them. As I walk away the leather tightens pulling your nipples out. Once I at back at the chair I resume my previous position. 

"Watch me"

I command unnecessarily as you haven't taken your eyes off me yet. I lay the end of the strap on my thigh and start to run my hands over my stomach and up to my nipples which are protruding from the peephole bra. I roll my buds between my fingers, leaning back and enjoying myself. I can't wait any longer and take my hands to my hot wet pussy. I start to rub myself taking the ends of the strap in my masturbating hand so with each stroke your nipple get pulled and then released. 

"So did you pull?" I ask.

"Yes." you say breathily.

"Who?" I demand.

"The blonde." you reply.

My heart nearly stops we've had our eyes on her for weeks ever since she had worn a sheer pink top through which we could clearly see her huge brown nipples. 

"What did you do?" I am dying to know.

"Kissed her and got my mouth on her gorgeous tits" you willingly tell me.

The speed of my strokes are increasing now as I imagine watching you with one of her tits in your mouth 

"And?" I have to know more.

"I still don't know if she's a collar and cuffs blonde as she was completely bare like a child but I still shoved my fingers inside her pussy" I do the same to my throbbing sex as you describe it

"God she was sooo tight in, out, in, out again and again. Until I could feel her on the edge.." (which was about where I was) "then I pushed hard against her g-spot until I felt her orgasm pulling my fingers deeper and deeper into her" 

I cry out as my orgasm over takes me and I lean back letting the waves wash over me. I look up and smile at you 

"You will be punished" I promise

I walk back to you and tie a blindfold round your eyes, release you from the manacles and remove the nipple clamps.

"On your knees again, dog" I command

You suddenly feel the whip of a cane against your arse as I lay into you again and again with all my strength. You cry out in a mixture of pleasure and pain as the skin starts to rise in response to the beating. I stop and you hear my heels click as I walk away from you. As I walk back you try to imagine what will happen next.... 

I take hold of the chain which is still attached to your collar and walk round behind you. You can feel the cold of the chain across your back as I grasp your buttocks with both hands and pull them apart. Then you feel the coldness of a dildo pressing against your arsehole. 

"I'm gonna fuck you like you fuck me" I whisper, horse with excitement. I slowly press the strap-on harder and harder into your tightness. God what a turn on penetrating you. I start to move in and out, pulling on the chain to increase the pressure on your throat. The leather ties of the strap-on are rubbing against my clit and arsehole as I fuck you harder and faster working for my pleasure, holding your hips as I slam faster and faster into you.

"Oh God" I moan as the chaffing leather turns me on higher and higher, watching the dildo going in and out of you. As I cum I push hard into you and you cry out as your orgasm overtakes you. I release my hold on the chain and slowly pull out of you.

Immediately pressing my wet tongue against your sore stretched hole. Licking you as you relax. I look down to see your cum on the stone floor.

"Lick it up you dirty bastard" I command and you willingly comply. 

Once it is all clean I take your face in my hands and kiss you deep and hard loving the taste of you. 

You pull away and look deep into my eyes.

"Thank you" you whisper.

"Happy Birthday" I reply.

Birthday Fun



Sonja admired herself in the mirror. She was just turning 40 and though she had always felt a bit self-conscious about her appearance, she felt that all in all she did look pretty good after all things were considered. After all, she had given birth to 3 children, the last just 4 years ago. Her face, though rounder than it was in the past, still had the same pretty features. She was blessed with a near perfect complexion that didn't require much make up. In fact, quite often she didn't even bother putting any on. Her blonde hair still cascaded down around her face and onto her shoulders just as it had done for the last 16 or 17 years. 

Sure she could stand to lose 20 or 30 pounds, her stomach was no longer flat and taught but soft and somewhat rounded. Her ass and thighs were a little too big and wobbly for her liking, but her husband was always telling her that she was far hotter now than she was when they had met when she was 25. And his actions did seem to support that. David still constantly made passes at her as though they were a couple of teenagers. He was always complementing her and was still very amorous towards her. Perhaps now more than ever.

"Trust me honey, men prefer women with some curves on them, and you've got some wicked curves!" he always said. "You're reading too many women's magazines. It's women that judge women too hard, and I'm sure they're just jealous because they're not as sexy as you are."

Sonja cupped her breasts and hefted them. She didn't like that they had a bit of sag to them now; that and the fact that her nipples no longer pointed to the heavens above. Sure they were long, thick and dark (just they way her husband liked them), but somewhere along the way her 34c's had fallen victim to gravity! 

'I guess that's what happens when you breast feed 3 children, and occasionally one husband,' she thought to herself.

"Honey, are you sure I still look sexy?" she asked her husband, who was lying naked on the bed, watching her intently. She saw his reflection in the mirror nod it's approval. His stiff penis seemed to agree with him! "Do you just tell me that to make me feel good, or do you really mean it?" David gave her that look of exasperation. He hated that she doubted him. David was 10 years her senior and loved to watch her getting dressed, undressed, clothed...it didn't matter, he just loved watching her. She always caught him out of the corner of her eye checking her out, and she did like that. It's good to feel wanted, but he was her husband after all, and she felt it was his duty. What Sonja really wanted was for other men to validate her husband's desires for her. Not that she wanted to sleep with anyone else; she just wanted to know that they wanted to sleep with her.

Sonja moved into their ensuite so she could take care of one more detail. Getting her shaving gear from the cabinet, she smoothed the gel into her legs, and then onto the mound between her legs. She always kept it trimmed nice and short but would shave it for special occasions. Tonight was one such special occasion. It was her 40th birthday and she wanted to feel as sexy as possible. Sitting on the edge of the bathtub, she deftly moved the razor over her legs until they were silky smooth. Then, positioning her mirror just right, she did the same around her pussy. She found herself getting quite aroused, as she always did at this point, but did her best to put it out of her mind. Sonja wasn't sure what she thought of her pussy. She hadn't really seen any others to make a fair judgement. She had only known a few men, and they seemed to like it just fine. David sure seemed to enjoy it, and would spend as much time as possible licking and sucking away at her lips and clit, but sometimes she thought she was a little big down there as well. Three children had certainly made her lips much longer, darker and fatter than they were before, and David had always said she had the biggest clitoris he had ever seen. She didn't really like the way those parts of her protruded so prominently from her body, but once again David thought she had the prettiest pussy he had ever seen. Perhaps it didn't really matter anyway, because when all was said and done, they had a great sex life and she really enjoyed sex now more than ever! The sex just seemed, for her anyway, to be getting better and better.

Fighting back the temptation to masturbate, she rinsed herself off, grabbed a towel and headed back into the bedroom. David was literally straining to see what she had done. He finally saw what he had suspected all along, that she was completely shaved, and moaned his approval. Standing beside the bed, she lifted one foot up onto the mattress and then spread her ample lips apart for him to give him a perfect view of her clit and pussy.

"You like?" she said. She knew the answer, but she loved the tease. David nodded frantically; his penis throbbing against his belly it was so hard.

"Good, gotta keep my man happy." Sonja pulled away and went to her dresser. Glancing at her collection of perfume, she selected David's favourite and sprayed some on a kleenex before dabbing it on each side of her neck, between her breasts, around her belly button, the inside of her thighs, and then finally on the freshly shaved skin right above her clitoris. She drew in her breath sharply as the alcohol stung a bit, but the sensation only served to heighten her arousal.

"Your favourite perfume, now I'm going to need something sexy to wear." She looked through her lingerie drawer for David's favourite clothing. There they were, a tiny white lace thong and bra set (not very comfortable but she loved the effect they had on her husband), with matching garter belt and some white stockings. She watched her husband's unblinking stare as she rolled first one and then the other stocking up her shapely legs. Next came the garter belt. She carefully latched the garters onto the lace stocking tops before pulling up the tiny panties. David loved it when she put her panties on over top of her garters because that meant when the panties came off she would still be wearing her garters and stockings during sex. She turned a slow pirouette to show him how the rear string of the thong had disappeared between her rounded ass cheeks. Last but not least she slowly put on the bra, taking the time to tweak each nipple before she tucked them away behind the lace to make sure they pushed out hard against the flimsy fabric. 

She looked in the mirror again. Now she was feeling sexy! The colour and size of her nipples and aeriolae were clearly visible through the lace leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination. The garter belt sat at the top of her hips, hugging them tightly as they held up her stockings. Through the lace of the sheer tiny thong it was obvious that she was shaved right down to the wood. Her clit even made a tiny bump in the fabric, like some seriously misplaced third nipple. In her mind she looked like a woman who was open for some serious sex. 

"I guess I'll have to find something to wear over top of this now." She said out loud to herself as she retreated into the ensuite closet. What to wear? Something not too proper, but not too slutty. Just revealing enough to whisper 'I need to get fucked good and hard' without screaming it out. Sonja settled on a mid thigh length tight plum skirt and a cream coloured silk blouse; not see through, but the large outlines of her nipples would clearly be on display if she let the material pull taut across her breasts. She then finished off her outfit with a pair of white high heels that accentuated her shapely calves.

Sonja strutted back out to the mirror, hearing David moan as she came into his view. Perfect -- sophisticated yet sexy. Exactly the look she was going for.

"What do you think?" she asked David. "Good enough to eat?" 

Once again David moaned his approval. For once Sonja didn't question his answer because even she thought that she looked very sexy.

"Now are you sure you're going to be ok?" she asked as she picked up her purse. David nodded. She crossed to the bed and checked his gag, making sure that it didn't impair his breathing. She checked the restraints on his wrists and ankles...tight, but not too tight. Good. He wouldn't be able to free himself, but wouldn't lose any circulation.

"Ok, well, I'll be back in a few hours then. Are you sure you're alright?" Again David nodded. She leaned over, pulled the gag down and kissed him on the mouth and then promptly put it back. Giving his penis a parting squeeze, she turned and left the room, exaggerating the roll of her ass for him on her way out.

It was Friday night, her 40th birthday and the kids were at her parents for the weekend. This was a game that she and David had played before in the past. She would tie him up, get all dressed up and then go out for a few hours while his imagination went wild. Sometimes she would just go down to the basement and watch a movie quietly, sometimes she would go out for a drive, and the last time she had actually gone out for a drink at a bar. There was never any intent on her part to fool around on her husband, but she wanted to see if anybody would actually hit on her. That night one guy did, but Sonja had only stayed for one drink and then left him there. She had got all she needed. When she got back into the bedroom, she would always tell her husband that some guy had picked her up and they had crazy passionate sex in the back of their van, or in some sleazy hotel room or outside in some back alley.

The reality was that they both loved doing this. Sonja loved being in control, and David got really turned on at the thought of his faithful loving wife being unfaithful. At first she didn't understand why that would get him so excited because the thought of him having sex with another woman just made her angry. He couldn't explain it to her and she still didn't understand it, but she accepted it because she loved him and she enjoyed the fantasy just as much as he did. She even checked out websites about cuckolding to learn more about it and found all sorts of dirty stories that she incorporated into their fantasies. The sex afterwards was always unbelievable. The last time Sonja had five powerful orgasms as they played out their little sex game. 

Sonja wasn't sure what she was going to do tonight, but she did know that she did want to get out of the house. She wanted David to hear the door lock behind her, the garage door close and the car drive away. She grabbed her overcoat from the closet before loudly closing and locking the door. Driving down the street, Sonja allowed her free hand to travel down between her legs and subconsciously massage her lips and clit. Thank God it was getting dark out. She loved it when she was freshly shaven...it seemed as though her normally sensitive clit became hyper sensitive. Sonja drove around in a bit of a daze, not really paying attention to where she was going as she reached inside her panties and rolled her clit between her thumb and forefinger. 

'You'd better stop,' she thought to herself, 'before you get into an accident. It would be pretty hard to explain to the authorities why my naked husband is bound and gagged in the bedroom at home.' 

Sonja found herself driving pretty much her regular route and, before she realised it 15 minutes had passed and she was in front of the hotel where she had stopped in for a drink last time. She thought about it for a moment and then pulled into the parking lot. It wasn't the nicest place around, but it also wasn't a complete dive. She had came in last time because this bar was far enough away from home to provide some anonymity and she knew that none of their friends ever went in here. Once again there weren't very many cars in the parking lot, and she didn't recognise any of them. What the heck, she'd go in for a drink and see if anyone tried to pick her up. She found it better if there were some real details that she could incorporate into her story while making love to her husband after. 

After thinking about it for a few minutes Sonja finally decided to leave her coat in the car. Though she had never dressed this revealing in public before she was feeling more than a little daring. This behaviour totally conflicted with her conservative values, but her pussy was on fire, and when it was on fire it sometimes over-rode her normally conservative morals. Sonja locked the car and walked across the parking lot to the bar. Once inside, she quickly scanned it to make sure she didn't recognise anyone. It wasn't hard as there was only a handful of people, two couples at one booth, and another booth with 3 men in business suits at it. Sonja walked over to the bar, aware of the stares coming from the 3 men, sat on a stool and ordered a gin and tonic from the bartender. She didn't really get a good look at the men in the booth, and didn't want to do anything obvious like turn around to see what they looked like. They probably wouldn't even try to pick her up, probably just unwinding after a hard week.

"Excuse me, but are you waiting for someone or would you mind if I joined you?" Sonja's heart leaped into her throat as she heard the voice beside her not one minute after she had sat down. She turned to see a reasonably attractive man, maybe late 40's, fairly well dressed holding a drink. He was one of the men from the booth. Sonja noticed the wedding ring on his finger and then realised that he must have seen hers as well.

"Not at all," she managed to stammer. "I just stopped in for a drink." He smiled as he sat down and introduced himself as John. Nice teeth. They made a bit of small talk as they drank. John was in town on business for the week and was flying back home to Vancouver first thing in the morning. Sonja told him she just stopped in for a drink while she waited to pick up her husband at the airport later that evening. That gave her a perfect excuse to leave whenever she needed. More than once she had caught John's eyes checking out her breasts and her legs, which she had crossed to bring her hem up close to her stocking tops. John, though somewhat forward, was actually quite charming and Sonja was really enjoying the attention. Before she knew it she was on her second gin when John's associates came over to announce they were leaving.

"Ok, see you next month," John said as his friend winked knowingly and slapped him on the back. They obviously figured John had hit the jackpot tonight. Good! Now everybody would have something to talk about. Once his friends were gone, John suggested they move to a booth. Sonja was a little nervous about the time, but still had half a drink left, so she agreed. John took her by the arm and guided her to a booth in the far corner, pushing her in and then sliding in close beside her.

Sonja was a little alarmed at how aggressive John was once they were hidden away in the booth, but between the gin and her high state of arousal she was actually enjoying the attention. Draping his arm over her shoulders, John hugged her close and held up his drink in a toast.

"To absent husbands and their wives." Sonja thought it a rather odd toast, but picked up her drink, clinked glasses with him and drank. As she put her glass back down on the table the bartender brought another round. 

"Oh, no thanks...I can't stay and I do have to drive." She protested. 

"C'mon, " John begged. "One more drink. One more drink isn't gonna hurt anybody. One more and then I'll walk you out to your car. I promise."

"Well...ok...one more...but that's it." One more drink soon turned to two, or was it three? Sonja was starting to get worried about leaving because she was actually enjoying herself and feeling the gin. She had been here for about 45 minutes and David would be expecting her in about another hour or so but she would have to sober up before she drove. John's advances were very obvious by now. His body was now pressed tight up against hers and when he talked, he whispered into her ear, kissing her earlobes. His one hand dangled over her shoulder and 'accidentally' made contact with her right breast every now and then. His other hand rested on her thigh, squeezing it, massaging it, and stroking it as he kissed her neck. John was getting her very turned on.

Sonja watched in a detached sort of way as John's hand slowly travelled up her thigh. He reached the hem of her skirt and pushed it up til her lace stocking tops came into view. Sonja wanted to stop him, but for some reason she couldn't. John's hand travelled further and began to disappear under her skirt. She shivered as he touched bare skin. His other hand had found her nipple and slowly rolled it between his fingers. Man, he was good. John's left hand continued its journey up between her legs. She knew she had to stop him. She was a married woman after all. With three kids and a loving husband. John's hand reached her panties. She had to put a stop to this. There was no way she was going to let him touch her pussy. Sonja subconsciously parted her legs and pushed her ass forward on the seat.

"That's my girl. Ooo yeah, you are one hot little housewife. Why don't we take a quick run up to my room so we can take care of things, eh?"

"John...I can't...I'm...I'm a married woman." Sonja managed to spurt out as she ground herself against John's hand.

"And I'm a married man. That's what makes this all so perfect."

"No...I...I have to...leave." Sonja somehow found the strength to bring her knees back together and pushed John's hand out from under her skirt. John grabbed her hand and put it on his thigh and then pulled it up til it rested on his erection. Sonja's hand subconsciously squeezed it and travelled up and down it's length. Mmmm...very nice cock! He was about the same size as David. And David has a nice cock! David! Oh my God, she had to get home.

Sonja fumbled through her purse and pulled out her keys.

"John, this has been real nice and all, but I have to get going home."

"Home? I thought you had to go to the airport? Is this some kind of game you're playing with me?" John seemed irritated at catching her in a lie, especially after she had got him all excited. John didn't like cock teases.

"I...I meant the airport. You've got me so flustered I can't think straight." Sonja found her keys and waited for John to let her out. John didn't move, but instead snatched the keys from her hand.

"You're not going anywhere until you tell me the truth. And besides, you're too drunk to drive." She was too drunk to drive, but she knew she had to get out of there before something happened that she didn't want to happen.

"But I am telling you the truth. I have to go pick up my husband at the airport."

"I still don't believe you, but if you really need to drive there, you'll have to come up to my room to get your keys. I'm not letting you drive until you've sobered up a little." John stood up, dropped the keys into his pants pocket and then went to the bar to settle up. Sonja didn't know what to do. How was she going to get her keys back? David would be panicking soon.

"Well," she heard John say as he came back to the booth. "You coming or not?" Sonja was confused and felt as though she had little choice as she accepted his outstretched hand and slid from the booth. She noticed John's eyes watch appreciatively as her skirt once again travelled up over her stocking tops. She was scared, drunk and horny and needed to put together a plan to get home, and fast.

Sonja stumbled a bit and John's arm encircled her waist to steady her and stayed there as he led her out of the bar and through the lobby towards the elevator. She should have stayed for one drink and then left. What was she thinking? How many drinks did she have anyway? Four? Five? It didn't matter, it was too many.

"You're not dressed like a woman going to the airport, you know."




Birthday Fun



"Excuse me?" Sonja asked.

"I said you're not dressed like you're going to the airport."

"Oh, really." Sonja was somewhat amused at John's perception. Damned salesmen! "What am I dressed like then?"

"Well, from the moment I watched you walk into the bar, I figured you were looking to get laid. Garter belts. Stockings."

"You didn't know what I was wearing until later." She said, almost giggling.

"Actually, that's a pretty tight skirt you're wearing. I noticed the garters. And in my experience, a woman only wears garters and stockings for one reason." The elevator door opened and John led Sonja in, hitting the button marked 17 as he herded her into the corner with his body. "And that's to make a man horny, and Baby, I've got to tell you that you have me very turned on." 

John leaned into Sonja and kissed her on the lips. Sonja didn't resist as she felt she had to keep John happy in order to get her keys back. John's hand grabbed her ass and squeezed it before he slid it around front and began working it up between her legs again. Sonja decided she could take advantage of this to find out which pocket her keys were in and slid her hand down to John's crotch. All she had to do was grab her keys and then run. Her hand made contact with John's erection and without even meaning to she stroked it as John's hand once again found her panties. Damn that felt good! John's tongue brushed her lips and she opened her mouth, inviting it in. What was she doing? Get your keys woman! She felt some keys in his left pocket, but then she felt some in his other pocket. John's finger found the bulge of her clit and lightly traced circles around it. Oh my God...which pocket? Sonja's hips began humping against John's hand as her fingers found his zipper and pulled the tab all the way to the bottom. John moaned through her mouth.

What the hell was she doing? Get your keys she yelled at herself, but her fingers were already inside John's pants, searching for his cock, wanting to feel his hot hard flesh in her bare hand. Sonja's fingertips pulled down the waistband of his boxers and slipped inside and down. John's fingers had brushed aside her little thong and his fingers were now alternately rolling her big clit and plunging up into her as she humped him. Finally she found the base of his cock and encircled it, pulling it up so she could fish his head out through his fly to get a look at it.

The elevator stopped and the door opened. Sonja made no effort to stop what she was doing, too far gone to care if anyone was standing there. The waves of pleasure emanating from her pussy were far too intense to ignore. It wasn't until now that she realised her top was unbuttoned and her bra exposed; her thick dark nipples straining to push their way out through the constraining lace.

"What room are you in?" she asked breathlessly.

"1701," John answered. "Right and down to the end of the hall. Last room on the left."

Frantically tugging John's erection out through his fly Sonja led him out into the hallway by his cock. Not much longer than David's, but it was much fatter...just the way she liked them. Uncut too, with a big foreskin. Sonja hadn't seen a strange cock for a number of years and was glad that this one was so much different than her husband's. If you're going to get some on the side, it might as well be a nice one!

'Listen to yourself,' she thought as she dragged John down the hallway by his erection, lustily fondling his hardness. 'You're married and your husband is at home waiting for you while you carry on like some slut. Just leave. Get a cab. You can always get your keys recut.' John pawed at her ass and tits like she was some cheap whore.

'All you have to do is knee him in the balls, and when he's down on the floor, grab your keys and run.' It was actually a good plan. As horny as she was, she knew it would be a huge mistake to enter his room. Once she was in there, she knew there would be no turning back. She prepared herself to attack him when he was getting his keys out of his pocket at his door. He would be most vulnerable then, and with the way she was carrying on there was no way he would be expecting it. She was actually quite strong physically, and the more she thought about it, the more she knew she could do it. One quick knee to his balls, and then again to his head. She would kick him in the balls again when he hit the floor and then she would grab her keys out of his pocket and flee. She was actually getting a little sexually turned on at the thought of beating up a man.

They were almost there. John's cock was throbbing in her hand as she readied herself to beat the shit out of him and make her escape. Her top was pulled completely out of her skirt and waved behind her as her tits bounced in her flimsy bra. Knowing what she was about to do, she felt very empowered which made her feel even hornier. Maybe she would grab his wallet too...that might be kind of fun. No...just the keys. They reached his room. Sonja turned to him and looked at him. He couldn't take his eyes and his hands off her tits. Perfect! He wouldn't know what hit him. She checked out his cock one more time. Mmmm...what a shame she wouldn't get the opportunity to sample it because it was real fat...the kind of fat that would have a hard time getting into her pussy, but would feel real good once it was in there. Sonja decided she should give him one last kiss before she dropped him.

Pushing him against the door Sonja mashed her lips against his, their tongues entwining as she felt his hardness against her crotch. Opening her legs a little, she humped her clit against the thick cock. God that felt good! John's hands were on her ass, pulling her little skirt up. Oh God, she was close to cumming. She would bring herself off first and then do him. John picked her up and Sonja wrapped her legs around him as he spun her around to pin her against the door. 

"God...don't stop...I'm real close..." Sonja babbled as John's fingers pulled her thong aside. Sonja reached down between them and grabbed him, trying desperately to feed him into her cunt. She felt his big head against her clit and then, there it was, right at her gaping opening. John lowered her and she gasped as his thick head squeezed its way inside of her.

"Oh God...you're huge...fuck me...fuck my pussy with your big cock...I want to feel all of you in me." Sonja couldn't help herself. She needed relief and she couldn't care less who gave it to her. She would have fucked anybody at this point as long as they had a cock and a pulse.

What Sonja didn't realise was while he was fucking her with the head of his cock, John also got his card key out of his pocket and opened the door to his room. Pushing it open, John carried Sonja into the room, closed the door and then lifted her up until his cockhead was back pressing against her lips.

"Put it back in and fuck me...I want your whole cock in me this time...don't tease me any more." She begged.

"Take your clothes off you slut. I want to get a good look at you while I'm fucking you." He said, a little too smugly for Sonja. Just because she was acting like a slut didn't mean she was one. She slapped him across the face. John reeled back, shocked at the blow. Now's your time, just do it she told herself. Sonja advanced towards him and pushed him hard in the chest with both hands. John fell back against the door, wondering what kind of a crazy bitch he had picked up. He had never hit a woman before and didn't want to start tonight, but wasn't sure about how to handle her. 

For her part, Sonja was beyond horny. Between John teasing her with his cockhead and the physical assault she was committing on him her thighs were soaked with her juices.

"I'm not a slut," she yelled at him and slapped him again. "I'm a happily married woman and I've never done this before." This time she punched him in the stomach as hard as she could. John doubled over, winded from the strength of the blow. Grabbing him by the shoulders, she straightened him up against the door and kneed him in the balls as hard as she could. John screamed in agony and then crumpled to the floor in the fetal position, cupping his genitals in his hands as he moaned in pain.

Sonja couldn't believe the feeling of power that was surging through her body...through her pussy. She looked down at the man at her feet, powerless because of her. She had actually done it. She could have easily got her keys back at this point, but she was not done. Not yet. Sonja kicked him in the kidneys as hard as she could. John moaned in pain with the soft thud of her foot making contact. This was not over by a long shot! 

Sonja removed her shirt so it would not get in the way and then, after thinking about it, removed her skirt as well and then kicked off her shoes. Standing above him in her sexy lingerie, Sonja looked down without pity at the man writhing in agony at her feet. She nudged him over onto his back with her foot and noticed with some surprise that his cock was still hard.

"So you like this do you?" she said. "It turns you on to be beat up by a woman? That's good, because it turns me on too." Sonja lifted her foot and brought her heel down hard on John's balls. Again he moaned in agony. It would have been so easy for her to get her keys back now, but that was the furthest thing on her mind. She was having way too much fun. Leaning down, she grabbed a handful of his hair with one hand and then his hard cock with her other and tried to drag him to his feet.

"Get up so I can give you some more, you tease." She managed to get him to his feet and then forced him back against the door. Again her knee came up and caught him in the stomach, but this time she caught him before he could hit the floor again. Straightening him up against the door again, Sonja's hands went for his belt and undid it, and then undid his pants. They slid easily over his hips and fell to the floor. John's cock wasn't fully hard any more, but it was still nice and big. Sonja stroked it as she contemplated her next move. Pushing his suit jacket back over his shoulders and down his back it soon joined his pants on the floor. Her knee came up again and squared him right in the nuts again.

"You crazy cunt," he managed to yelled at her, but Sonja knew that he was powerless against her. She loosened his tie and slipped it off over his head and then grabbed his shirt and yanked hard. Buttons flew as she tore the shirt from his body. With one arm across his chest pinning him against the door, Sonja grabbed his cock again and began stroking it. With a few strokes it was hard again. Good. Sonja mashed her mouth against his, forcing her tongue into his mouth. John could do little to resist her and slowly his hands came up to fondle her tits as she pulled his boxer shorts down to where they fell to the floor, leaving him totally naked.

"So you like being beat up by a woman?" she asked him. John didn't answer. Sonja grabbed a handful of his hair and slapped him hard across the face with her open palm, leaving a large red mark. Again her knee came up and caught him in the stomach...Sonja was careful to not get him in the balls because she wanted to make sure he would be of use to her later. Pushing him back up against the door she gave him a right to the stomach, and then a left, and then another right. She wasn't sure how many times she punched him, but she was starting to get tired in spite of all the sexual adrenaline that was surging through her body. After throwing her last punch she left him slump forward against her where she caught him and then dragged him over to the bed. Spinning him around, she pushed him so he fell onto his back on the bed. He was no longer hard anymore, but she knew that it wouldn't take her long to get him there again.

John moaned in pain as Sonja removed her thong. Leaning forward, she took his head into her mouth as she stroked his shaft and massaged his big, swollen balls. My God, he was a mouthful! It was everything she could do to stuff him in past her lips. As she expected, John's cock was hard in no time at all so she climbed up onto the bed and straddled him, looking down at him between her lacy tits. Her nipples were bigger than she could ever remember and the lace was beginning to irritate them.

"Want me to take my bra off so you can see my tits?" she asked John.

"Yes...please." John wasn't sure how to respond without getting another beating, but desperately wanted to see them. Sonja liked that she had taught him some manners and reached behind to unhook the strap. Her breasts shuddered as they fell free from their restraint and she ran her fingertips across her thick nipples.

"What do you think? Do you like them?" she asked as she hefted them in her hands, lifting them up so she could lick her nipples.

"They're perfect...the most beautiful breasts I have ever seen." Sonja smiled at the answer and slowly sank down to her knees. Reaching between them she grabbed his cock again, lining it up with her neglected pussy. Mmmm, he was nice and hard and fat. She rubbed his head against her clit again and shuddered with the pleasure. Lining him up, she slowly lowered herself onto him, feeling the amazing girth of his head stretch the walls of her cunt like never before. She was really going to enjoy this. She began fucking him with tiny little strokes, careful to let too much of him into her until she had become accustomed to his thickness.

"Mmmm...you've got a nice cock...a real nice cock...nice and big and fat." Sonja had about half of him inside of her by now and fingered her clit as her pussy slowly engulfed more and more of him.

"Play with my tits...I like to have my nipples pulled..." John was happy to oblige her, afraid to do anything until he had her permission. Within a few more minutes she had all of him inside of her and was slowly rocking back and forth, enjoying the sensation of being completely filled up, feeling his cock pressing against her g-spot as she played with her clit. She was ready to cum, and didn't hold back at all as her whole body convulsed on top of John, her spasming pussy squeezing him so tightly that he knew he could not hold out any longer himself. As John's cock thickened even further with the advent of his orgasm, Sonja came again and again as the walls of her pussy got stretched even further apart, coaxing shot after shot of thick cum from John's balls deep inside her cunt.

Even after he was finished, Sonja stayed on top of him, rocking away on his deflating penis. While not hard, it was still more than fat enough to still give her pleasure, and Sonja was not quite through with John and his big cock yet. She knew the next round would go one much longer and she couldn't wait for it to begin.

"Hurry up and get hard again, baby," Sonja cooed to him. "Mommy's pussy wants another big load of your cum."

John couldn't believe this woman, one minute she was beating the shit out of him, the next she was fucking his brains out. And now here she was, still rocking away on him while she played with her clit and her nipples. He had to admit that as fucked up as she was, she was seriously sexy! He felt the familiar stirrings in his loin that told him he was about to get hard again. Good...he didn't want to piss this one off! There's no telling what she might do. Sonja felt him beginning to rouse inside of her and began gyrating her hips on him, expediting his arousal.

Sitting hard on him, Sonja ground herself down to get as much of him inside of her as possible and then encircled his waist with her hands.

"Ok, time to roll over. I want to be on the bottom this time." Leaning sideways, they rolled over so Sonja was on her back with John between her outspread legs. She encircled his hips with her strong legs and began humping against him.

"Fuck me baby...fuck me good and hard...fuck me with that big fat cock of yours..." Sonja left little doubt in John's mind of what was expected of him, and he set himself to task. Sonja loved lying back, feeling that huge cock ram into her, time and again. In no time at all she was in the throes of another orgasm. She was like a cumming machine tonight and couldn't get enough of John's big cock. She had another three orgasms when John announced his impending one. Sonja wanted it to go on forever, but her pussy was getting a little sore, and she did have to get home to her husband.

They came together again, John completely flooding her pussy with cum. Man, when he came, he sure came! Sonja wished she had the time to suck him off and let him cum in her mouth, but she had to get home to her husband. God, what would she tell him? It will be obvious that she had sex. She could shower and douche, but he would still know. And so would she. She had to tell him, but how could she? He would be expecting a night of sex, and frankly, Sonja wasn't sure she was up for it. Her lips would be all red and swollen after John's big cock. John looked down at her, almost reading her mind.

"Trying to think of what you're going to say to him?"

"Yeah, I'm going to have to tell him. My pussy is full of cum and all swollen from your big fat cock."

John grinned at her. "Your husband's at home, isn't he. You're not picking him up from the airport, so you can have a shower and do your best to clean yourself up before you go."

At that point Sonja broke down and cried. She was ashamed of what she had done, and told John the truth about her husband.

"Wow, that is some seriously kinky sex life you two have! I'll tell you something, though. From my experience, if that is what truly turns your husband on, I don't think he'll be upset at all about what happened here tonight. Just be up front and honest about it and see what his reaction is. I'll tell you exactly how to handle this."

Sonja listened to John and he did make sense, after all he did have an uncanny ability to read people...he read her perfectly...even better than she knew herself. He told her exactly what to do and say and what she should look for in a reaction from David. Satisfied with the plan, Sonja was ready to get going. John lifted himself off of her and slowly pulled himself out of her. Sonja wanted to keep him inside of her, but knew she had to get home to her husband. John lay naked on the bed, watching Sonja get dressed. As she was ready to go, John came up to give her a kiss goodbye, careful not to brush his leaking cock on her skirt. He handed her a card.

"What's this?" she asked.

"It's my card. My office number and email address are on there, so my wife can never check it. I come to town once a month, and if you're up for it I'd love to see you again. Tonight was incredibly weird, but I enjoyed every minute of it."

"Sorry for the beating. I hope I didn't leave any marks."

"Hey...to tell you the truth I actually enjoyed the beating, even though I was honestly more than a little scared. I never thought a man could be beaten and raped by a woman, but now that it's happened I'd have to say that was the best sex of my life and I'd love to see you again. And if you're not into the beating me up again, well I'd love to just get my big dick here into that tight little pussy of yours again. You are by far the best I have ever had."

"I actually got super turned on beating you up, but I'm not sure if I could do it again. It was kind of a spontaneous thing, but who knows. Anyway I better go. Thanks for the night and for the card...I might just call you." Sonja kissed him one last time and dropped to her knees to kiss his cock, tasting their juices on it. She couldn't resist and took him into her mouth one last time, but still couldn't get the whole thing in even though he was soft. Man, what a nice cock! 

Straightening up, she looked at herself in the mirror before leaving. She looked like she had been seriously fucked! With her bra in her purse, her breasts floated inside her silky top, her erect nipples clearly visible through the flimsy fabric. It would turn David on to no end to see her come into the room braless, knowing that at some point in time tonight she had actually removed it and flaunted her tits. She would also get seriously turned on walking through the lobby and bar of the hotel with her tits bouncing around so noticeably. Reaching the door, she turned around, blew John a kiss and left.




Birthday Fun



Sonja walked through the lobby, aware of the stares coming her way from the front desk and smiled at the two young boys behind it who were staring so intently at her tits. She entered the bar, knowing that the boys were checking out her ass and worked it to give them a nice show. She was starting to feel horny again, in spite of the fucking she just had, and couldn't wait to get home to David. She could feel John's semen slowly starting to seep from her pussy and became aware that not only did she look like she was just fucked, but she probably smelt like it as well. Sonja had never felt so sexy or desirable in her life. 

She walked past the bartender and flashed a smile at him. He flagrantly checked her out and nodded to her with a big smile.

"Come back any time ma'am, I'm always here," he said to her with a knowing wink. He was maybe 25 years old, big and black. 

'Hmmm,' Sonja thought to herself, 'I just might have to come back and get me some of that to see if what they say is true!'

Sonja got into her car and began her journey home. It would take maybe 15 minutes. It was now 11:30 and she had been gone for just over three hours. She hoped John was right. It all seemed to make sense when he was explaining everything to her, but now she actually had to confront David with the ugly truth, and she honestly wasn't sure how he would react. It was his fantasy, after all, for her to tie him up and then go out to fuck other guys. And he always got so turned on when she came home and told him how her pussy was full of some other man's cum and then sat on his face and then told him to suck it all out of her. But that was fantasy and this was reality. Sonja was truly scared and nervous, but for some reason she was also very horny. 

Her hand found its own way down between her legs to play with her clit and Sonja realised how wet she was. She was amazed at how much cum John had left in her pussy. Well, if this was truly David's fantasy, he was going to enjoy it! 

Sonja pulled into the garage and sat in the car, gathering her thoughts. Well, there's no sense delaying it, just go in and face the music and hopefully John was right.

Sonja went upstairs and stood in the bedroom doorway. David strained to look at her, his cock standing straight up. She knew from experience that he would have started getting aroused as soon as he heard the garage door opening. David's eyes widened as soon as he saw her and she wondered if he could already tell what she had been up to, if he was angry at her for being so late, if he was just glad to see her.

'Well,' she thought to herself, 'Here goes. Now remember, you're in control here. You're the master and he's your sex slave. Just keep the fantasy going.'

She walked towards him. He was looking at her wide-eyed. He noticed she was bra-less. His penis was throbbing. He could see her hair was all messed up and she looked really slutty. Well, it's now or never.

"Sorry I'm so late, but I've been a very bad girl tonight." She said. "I met this guy in a bar tonight and one thing led to another. Before you know it we're up in his room fucking like rabbits. His cock was so big and fat I completely lost track of time, I just wanted to fuck him all night long." It felt odd telling him the truth instead of some made up story. She reached down, untied and removed his gag.

"I...I started to get worried," David stammered breathlessly. "You were gone a long time tonight."

"I told you. This guy was hung like a horse. You're lucky I came home at all." The humiliation, along with the domination, was a big part of the fantasy as Sonja had found out through her research.

"How...how big was he?" Sonja could see that David had begun to suspect that maybe she was telling the truth tonight. He could no doubt smell the cum that was leaking out of her pussy. His cock was still throbbing. Good!

"About the same length, maybe a little bit longer, but he was at least twice as fat. And he sure knew how to use it. I fucked him twice, and would have fucked him all night long if I didn't have to come back here and baby sit you."

"I'm sorry for spoiling your birthday," David apologised.

"You should be, but I think I know how you can make it up to me." Sonja unbuttoned her blouse, showing her husband her bare tits. Her nipples jutted out like oversized pencil erasers. Next she reached up under her skirt and began tugging her panties down. They were soaked with cum. She threw them onto David's face. Surely he knew by now.

"I've got a pussy full of cum that needs to be sucked out. And then I'm going to need to get fucked. Your cock is looking a little small after what I've had in me tonight, but it'll do in a pinch. Unless another one shows up, of course. I invited a few other guys back here for a gang bang, but I'm not sure if they'll be able to make it."

Sonja climbed onto the bed and threw one knee over her husband, straddling his chest. She lifted her skirt and rubbed her clit and then plunged three fingers up inside of her, scooping out some cum. Reaching behind her with her other hand, she stroked her husband's cock. Good...still hard. She then took her cum covered fingers and showed them to David. Strings of John's cum hung from her hand. David did look surprised, but he was still hard. 

'So far, so good,' she thought as she lowered her fingers into David's mouth, forcing him to lick the cum off.

"My cunt is so messy and gooey with cum. I hope you're hungry, because I've got a lot of it in this cheating cunt." Sonja began inching up towards David's mouth. She was getting real horny.

"I've brought a nice big messy creampie home for you to eat." She was up to his neck now.

"Make sure you suck all of John's cum out me." Sonja's clit was rubbing his chin. She reached down with both hands and held his head in place and then lifted herself up a bit so he could see her pussy. He was wide-eyed, crazed with lust. Good.

"So what do you think of your slut wife and her cheating pussy now? Does it turn you on to see it full of another man's cum? Do you like the look of my big swollen lips, all stretched out by another man's huge cock?"

"You have the most beautiful pussy in the world. I'm such a lucky man."

That was all she need to hear as she reached between her legs to spread her considerable lips apart and then slowly lowered herself onto his mouth, pulling him up into her at the same time. She held him there securely, feeling his tongue swirling up inside of her, feeling the suction of his mouth on her as he cleaned the semen out of her pussy. The sensation was fabulous, and Sonja began fucking his mouth hard, rubbing her clit against his nose while his tongue worked away inside her. She could hear him gulp in breaths of air whenever he had the opportunity, but she was so aroused all that mattered to her was her own pleasure.

As she came in David's mouth for the first of many orgasms with him that night, Sonja remembered the card John had given her and made a mental note to send him an email tomorrow. Maybe next time she would bring him home and fuck him in the bed right beside David. Too bad he wouldn't be back for a whole month.

'Hmmm,' she thought to herself and smiled, 'there's always that big hunky bartender. Yes, I think he'll do just fine.'



Birthday Fun



This is a true story. This happened last July, but I never got around to writing it, so I applogize for submitting it so late. I wanted to give my girlfriend an awesome birthday in return for what she did on mine. Enjoy!



My girlfriend was turning 19 in late July, a year older than me, so I wanted to do something memorable. I couldn't think of any ideas until a brilliant thought came to me. What if I took her into the city for the weekend?

I quickly called my aunt, who happens to be the general manager of a hotel in the Chinatown district, and asked if I could book a room for the weekend by ourselves, being legal adults. She agreed and gave us the presidential suite free of charge, mostly because I worked for her over the summers. She also offered to send a limo to pick us up and drive us into the city. I jumped at the chance, and thanked her profusely. 

I called my girlfriend, Liv, and told her I wanted to take her out for her birthday next weekend and to pack overnight stuff. She got excited when I told her it was a surprise and I'd come pick her up next Friday afternoon. I had told her parents so they wouldn't be surprised, and they said it was a fantastic gift to give someone. The rest of the week flew by after that. I withdrew several hundred dollars from my bank account Friday morning, showered, and tried to kill the time until the limo showed up at my house. It finally pulled into the driveway at about 3 that afternoon. 

I said bye to my parents and walked outside, carrying a suitcase. The limo driver, a short, gray haired guy named Ozzy, got out and put my suitcase in the trunk. I held out the money for the trip but he refused. "Oh no, sir. Your aunt told me not to charge you for this." He had a strange accent, possibly Eastern European. 

Sweet, I thought. How much better can it get? If I only knew...

I gave him Liv's address and we arrived about 5 minutes later at her house. I got out and walked up to her door and rang the doorbell. She answered almost immediately. "Hey! Finally, I was about to call you. Where are w-" she stopped and clapped a hand to her mouth upon seeing the limo, her eyes filling with tears. 

I laughed and said, "I told you it was a surprise. Happy birthday!" 

Her parents came running and started laughing at her expression. Her mom said, "You're a very lucky girl Olivia, you've got a boyfriend who takes care of you," she motioned to me with a smile and a laugh. 

Her dad spoke up. "Have a great time guys. We're going away too so we probably won't see you when you first get back. And a big thank you from us," he said to me with a smile. They waved as we got in the limo and drove away. 

Once they were out of sight, Liv turned to me. "Holy shit! A limo?! I hope this didn't cost you too much!"

I smiled at her and said, "It's completely free. All of it. Including the hotel room I booked for us."

Her jaw dropped. "A hotel room? Jesus. But-? How-?" she was at a loss for words. I quickly told her about my aunt's offer and she almost cried. "I knew you treated me like royalty but this is well above and beyond being spoiled. How am I gonna repay you?"

I smiled again. "I don't want anything. As long as you approve, that's all. I take care of my special girl," I kissed her quickly. 

"You don't want anything?" she asked surprisingly. Then a mischievous grin and a very familiar glint in her eye followed. "There's absolutely nothing I can do for you? To you?" her hand slowly creeped down the leg of my shorts as she inched her face closer until our noses were touching. "Are you sure? I really want to thank you but I don't know how." She was now tracing circles with her fingers on my shorts, making them narrower and getting closer to my cock every time.

"I'm serious," I said, staring into her pretty hazel eyes. "A simple thank you is enough. Or-that works too," as she stuck her hand down my pants and started stroking my hardening dick. 

"I thought it might," she purred, pumping faster and inching her face yet closer so our eyelashes were touching. 

I groaned and sat back in the seat. I really hoped the divider separating us and the driver was tinted, not to mention the windows! 

Liv leaned in again and started French kissing me, jacking my cock simultaneously. She put the other hand on the back of my head and pulled me close. I was moaning into her mouth regularly at this point as my orgasm approached, waves of pleasure pulsing through me. She responded by shoving her tongue into my mouth to quiet me in case Ozzy heard. This was too much for me. I squirmed and came violently, drenching my boxers and her hand. I leaned my head back and closed my eyes, breathing hard. 

If that wasn't good enough, Liv withdrew her hand from my pants and slowly, never breaking eye contact, licked my cum off her hand. Sometimes I thought she was a girl with a man's sex drive and behavior. But that's why I loved her, and still do. 

"Thanks," I whispered weakly with a smile. "That was amazing."

She seductively swirled her tongue around her finger, licking off the last of my cum, and replied, "I insisted." She leaned in and kissed me hard one last time before taking a seat next to me and resting her head on my shoulder. 

I opened a champagne bottle and we had some, even though we were still underage, and we sat, chatting and laughing for the hour until we arrived at the hotel. 

Ozzy got out and opened the door for us and went to grab our luggage. He bade us goodbye, and reminded us he would pick us up on Sunday, before driving off. 

I knew most of the staff from working here. The receptionists welcomed me happily and checked us in. Our room was on the top floor. 

Liv gave a small scream as she saw the sign "Presidential Suite" outside our door and punched my arm in mock anger. "You told me you rented a room, not a fucking suite!" 

I laughed and put an arm around her as we entered. "I lied. I told you, for this weekend, you're like my princess."

It was an awesome room. There was a huge LED tv and a double kingsize bed ("All the better," Liv said with a wink). We had our own minibar, fully stocked, and fridge. The bathroom was full size and even had a jacuzzi and full size shower!

"I have a feeling we'll be getting to know this room very well," she said, looking around. "Particularly the shower and jacuzzi." 

We walked back to the bedroom where I found a "Do Not Disturb" sign and a note on the bed. It read:

Matt,

The room is free. Don't tell your parents! Hope you guys have a great weekend. My number is in the phone book if you need anything. The employees are under orders to treat you as VIPs. Enjoy, and please don't hesitate to ask for anything.

Sincerely, Your favorite aunt

P.S. The walls are soundproof. 

Liv looked at me with a smirk after reading and said, "Whaddya say we test that later?"

"Is that even a question?" I replied. "With one correction. Not later. Now." 

With that, I picked her up and threw her on the bed. She laughed in delight and pulled me down on the bed too, attacking my mouth furiously.

The sex was fast but still really good. I did her doggy style on the bed, still almost completely clothed. It's good we were soundproof, my thighs slapping against her gorgeous ass was incredibly loud. She finally came when I reached around and grabbed her boobs through her T-shirt, throwing her head back and arching her back. This made me shudder and groan, erupting too. The whole thing lasted little more than 2 minutes. We were both so horny! 

I zipped my shorts back up and lay down on the bed. Liv did the same, resting her head on my chest. We just lay there for the next 20 minutes, until Liv sat up. "I'm hungry. What are we doing for dinner?"

I stretched and sat up. "I have reservations for a nice restaurant, but that's for tomorrow. Tonight, I was thinking we could order room service and chill out."

"In other words, you mean, stay in and screw like animals," she corrected with a laugh.

I laughed too. "Pretty much. Where's the menu?"

The food arrived about 30 minutes later. Liv had gone to "slip into something comfortable." I ordered a BBQ chicken sandwich and Liv got a Caesar salad. The guy delivering the food, a slim, black guy in his 20s from Jamaica named Eddie, was overjoyed to see it was me, having worked with me over the 2 previous summers. We stood there talking until Liv walked into his line of sight. His eyes popped. I followed his gaze and gasped. 

Liv was wearing a thong and a skimpy lace bra. Her 34C tits were pretty much falling out. She winked and blew a kiss at him before walking out of his sight. 

I laughed and turned back to Eddie. He was in shock, hardly daring to believe his eyes. I whispered to him, "Could you grab us some booze?" and pressed a $20 into his hand.

"Of course. I'll bring it right up." He turned and hurried off. 

I turned to Liv and started cracking up. "His face when he saw you! Holy shit! I have a feeling he'll be looking for an excuse to come back." 

She picked up her salad and took a bite. "I've wanted to do that to someone for a long time. And it worked like a fucking charm! That's why I packed this." She motioned to what she was wearing.

The champagne arrived about 5 minutes later. Eddie's eyes instantly flew to Liv. "I'll give you back your $20 if you let me have 30 seconds with her," he said, half-jokingly. She ran her tongue across her lips and flaunted her tits and toned stomach, complete with a bellybutton piercing.

I laughed and replied, "Not a chance. Keep the money. You can buy yourself 30 seconds with a hooker."

He smiled. "You're right. Anyway, have a good night. Sleep well." He turned away and added in an undertone, "If you plan on sleeping." 

I snorted as I closed the door, hanging the "Do Not Disturb" sign on the outside, and picked up my food and the champagne, carrying them over to the bedside table. I unwrapped the sandwich and took a bite, and it was surprisingly good. 

But then I caught Liv's eye. She was sitting on a chair about 10 feet away, about to take a bite of her salad but stopped and stared right back with a familiar smirk on her face. 

It was like a spark ignited us. We both stood up and mashed our bodies together, kissing madly. I slowly ran my hands down her body, stopping on her perfectly formed ass and grabbing it. She moaned and pretty much tore my shirt off, running her hands up and down my torso. I worked out occasionally, not a lot. I wasn't ripped, but was nowhere near fat either. Slowly, agonizingly slowly, she kissed her way down from my lips to my groin and unzipped my shorts. She fondled my cock through my boxers and proceeded to drop them and my shorts around my ankles. I stepped out of them and she took me in her mouth. It felt great, better than her hand but not as good as her pussy. She had always been great at giving head, much to my liking. This went on for a few minutes, with a lot of tongue work and attempted deepthroating. Then I remembered it was her birthday, and I should have been pleasuring her, not the other way around. 

It was hard to overcome the urge to have her continue. It felt fucking fantastic. But I finally said, "Liv. Stop, it's my turn." 

She nodded and stood up. "Go on then. Undress me." 

With pleasure, I thought. Like she did with me, I kissed my way down her banging hot body, focusing on her boobs. When I got to her groin, I licked her through her thong, making her squirm and grab the headboard. I quickly got bored and took it off. I started with a finger, then two, then finally three. 

She was gushing juices by this point. Then I stuck my tongue in her, and it turned into fucking Niagara Falls down there. She only lasted another minute, biting the pillow to muffle her screams and thrashing violently. Her orgasm finally subsided, and she collapsed on the bed, her eyes closed and breathing heavily. She finally opened them after about 10 seconds and looked at me with a smile. She motioned to the bed and said, "Get your ass up here, right this second." 

I didn't need to be asked twice. She took my hand and stuck each of my fingers in her mouth, sensually licking off her own juices, before moving to my lips and kissing me heavily, pulling me down on top of her. She pulled away and whispered, "Wow, I taste pretty good," referring to her juices. 

I replied, "I know." With that, I resumed kissing her. Liv soon rolled over so she was on top, never breaking the kiss. She finally broke it off with an audible smack and groped for my cock, slowly inserting it into her snatch. We both moaned as it went in. Like I said, it felt nothing short of amazing. So warm and moist. Heaven. She went to town, moaning and gritting her teeth as she rode me. All I had to do was sit back, hold her waist, and enjoy the view. Neither of us lasted much longer. I finally pulled out about 5 minutes later and squirted into her mouth. 

We were both spent by this point. And starving from all the energy we just used, so we dressed and went back to our food, which we'd completely forgotten about, practically inhaling it. Liv turned on the tv and we watched a cheesy slasher movie for the next 2 hours, cuddling on the bed and kissing. At about 11 o'clock, she got the idea of going in the hot tub. Naked, of course. I'd expect nothing less, knowing what Liv was like. 

The hot tub was great. We must've sat in it for hours, talking and laughing and sipping beers and champagne, before having a good makeout session, covered in bubbles. It was nice having a girlfriend that was easy to talk to. We finally got out, still covered in bubbles, and dried off. We considered having sex again, but were both too tired. Much to my pleasure, she didn't pack pajamas and just went to bed naked, saying something about "easy access." I certainly wasn't complaining! I had packed pajamas but decided not to wear them and just follow her lead. 

The bed was very comfortable, but was even better with a sexy, naked chick in it with me. We didn't have sex that night, but tomorrow night would hopefully be very different. Instead, we just kissed goodnight once and were both out cold inside of 10 minutes. 

I woke up the next day feeling recharged and ready for more pussy. I rolled over to see if Liv was up but the bed was empty. I sighed and got out of bed and threw on my shorts from yesterday. She walked in about 10 seconds later holding 2 mugs of coffee. She was only partially dressed too, wearing the same thong and skimpy bra she wore briefly last night. 

"Damn," I said, eyeing her with a grin. 

"Good morning to you too," she replied with a smile, handing me a coffee. "Like what you see?" 

"As usual." I took a sip from the coffee. "Wow Liv, this is good! Did you make this?"

"Yeah. From scratch." 

"It's great! A girl that's beautiful and can cook, like you, is perfect in my book." 

"Awwww." She leaned in and pecked my lips. "You're so sappy, but I love you anyway."

"I love you too." I kissed her slowly and passionately for about 5 seconds before pulling away. 

She raised an eyebrow and said, "Well?"

"Well, what?"

"Aren't you forgetting something? Like what today is, perhaps?"

I thought for a second. I knew very well it was her birthday but wanted to tease her. "Uhhhhm, let's see.....Saturday?"

"Well, yes. But what this Saturday is? You know, a special day? One to celebrate?" 

"No, I can't say I know it." I paused and grinned at her expression, hugging her. "Come here. I'm fucking with you, Liv. I know it's your special day. Happy birthday!" I kissed her.

"Now you remember! Thank you! I thought you weren't going to, but I forgive you now," she said in fake anger. Then that notorious, mischievous grin appeared on her face. "Forgetting my birthday is a problem. You've been a bad boy, Matt. You need to be punished."

"Should I be turned on or terrified?" I asked.

"A bit of both," she replied with a wink, turning away. "Follow me." 

Not sure what to expect, I followed her into the bathroom. She turned the shower on and quickly unhooked her bra and dropped the thong around her ankles, kicking it to the side. She turned her head and winked at me out of the corner of her eye, opening the glass door and stepping into the shower. 

I just stood there in disbelief. Liv really was a saucy little minx, and still is to this day. After about a minute, the room was getting really steamy. I noticed writing appearing on the door. It took me a minute to make out what it said through the steam. Liv wrote, "Get your sexy ass in here and bang my brains out. I mean it." 

There was no arguing with that. I took off my shorts and walked over to the shower. I didn't even get the chance to open the door. I was reaching for the doorknob when it flew open and she pulled me inside, savagely kissing me, even biting once or twice. She liked kissing, but even by her standards, this was ferocious. I was so caught off guard I didn't kiss back. 

She noticed and pulled away with a smack, stared into my eyes, and said half-jokingly, "Are you serious? Have my lips taught you nothing? A year and a half of dating and familiarizing yourself with my mouth, and you dare not kiss back? And on my birthday too! Ohhhhh boy, you're in for it now! Let's try that again, shall we? Put your back into it!" It resumed, just as intense. Hot water from the shower was dripping off of our bodies and mixing with our saliva, but neither of us cared. We were too caught up in lip locking. She finally stopped 5 minutes later (literally) and spoke again, "Mmmmmm, you're getting good at this." 

"I learned from the best!" I replied and grabbed her ass, by far my favorite feature on her. Bad idea.

Her jaw dropped in mock disbelief. "Did I say we were done with making out? No? Didn't think so. So why the fuck would you stop? How dare you, Matthew! How dare you defy me! You said I would be treated like a princess this weekend. You've done a pretty good job of fucking it up! I'll be done with your lips when I say so, got it?" 

"Sorry," I said and leaned in to kiss her, but she stopped me with, "No, no, no. It's too late for that. Get on your knees and eat me! Now!" 

I obeyed, grabbing her waist for support. She squirmed and held onto the railing for support, her moaning increasing in volume. I kept it up until I thought my tongue would fall out of my mouth. I was lucky she tasted good! This went on for about 5 minutes until she came, screaming and thrashing. She moaned in approval and spoke, "Nicely done. My turn. This is your reward for actually obeying me for once. And doing all this for my birthday." 

She dropped to her knees and ravaged my dick. And I mean ravaged! She attacked with the same ferocity as she did with my lips, slurping and gagging on it. One of the messier blowjobs she'd given me. Liv really had serious oral talent, both with kissing and giving head. It felt so fucking good! I started trembling and felt that familiar warm sensation, indicating my approaching orgasm. Her tongue was unreal, the way it swirled around my cock and licked my nuts. By far the best hummer she'd given me. I groaned and held onto the wall as I blasted. Liv caught some of it and the shower took the rest. 

I thought we were done, so I opened the shower door to get out. My third mistake. Liv pulled me away and kissed me hard, slamming the door shut. She finally stopped and said, "I'm not done with you! I warned you not to defy me. Now you'll pay the price! As punishment, I want your cock in me. Balls deep. Is that clear?" 

"Crystal, babe," I said. 

She bent over slightly and grabbed the railing. "Well?! Don't make me ask you twice!" I paused and plunged it into the depths of her vagina. It's hard to say which body part of hers felt the best massaging my cock, between her hands, mouth, or snatch. I wasted no time taking it slowly. I went hard and fast. Her screams encouraged me. She was moaning and clenching her teeth constantly. They only increased as I reached around her and held onto her tits as I continued railing her doggy style. She'd apparently had enough of this position and turned around to face me. Without warning, she backed against the wall and pulled me in for another long kiss. Still lip locked, I stuck it in her again and slowly lifted her up by her ass. She wrapped her legs around me and continued taking it, her back against the wall, grinding her teeth and digging her nails into my back. This was tied for my favorite position, the other being when she rides me. 




Birthday Fun



After about 5 more minutes of this position, I felt another climax coming. Liv apparently did too. "Oh my god!" she said through clenched teeth and wrapped her legs even tighter around me, forcing me deeper. I sent her over the edge by sucking on her neck, trying to give her a hickey. She finally moaned, "Oh my god Matt, here it comes! Get ready! I'm CUUUMMMMIIINNNGGGG!!!! OHHHH FFFUUUUCCCKKKK!!!!" and exploded.

This was too much for me too. I groaned, "Oh god baby. Ohhhh. OHHHHHHHHHH!!!!" and squirted, giving her a cream pie. We collapsed on the floor of the shower, exhausted, water still pouring from the shower head, soaking us and cleaning up the mess again. 

I looked at Liv with a satisfied smile. "Are we done yet?" 

She nodded and smiled weakly. "I'm good now. That's enough punishment for you." We got out and dried off and got dressed. I was shocked to see the time. 12:00! We'd been at it for 2 hours! We ordered room service for lunch and spent the next several hours resting and watching tv. It was at this point that we had a heart-to-heart conversation, the deepest I've ever had with her, still to this day. 

I said to Liv, "Holy shit, that was intense!" 

She laughed. "I know. I was just about to say that. That'll teach you to forget my birthday!" 

"Uhhhhm, I don't know. What'll you do if I forget our anniversary?" 

She turned to look at me with a grin. "Try it. I dare you! That's just as bad as my birthday, if not worse!" 

"I wouldn't do that to you, baby. Trust me."

"I do. I trust you with my life. And my virginity. Remember your birthday?" We'd both lost our v-cards on my birthday last April. She gave me hers as a gift, hands down the best present anyone had ever given me.

"How could I forget? You had the sex drive of fucking Austin Powers that night! And today was just as crazy. Liv, I have to ask. I've never met a girl as horny as you. Or as willing to pleasure me. What I don't understand is why. Where the hell do you get your libido from?"

She was resting her head on my shoulder and watching tv as I said that, but muted it and sat up so we were at eye level, her expression dead serious now, instead of her usual mischievous one. "Haven't you guessed yet? It's perfectly obvious." I didn't reply, so she went on, "It's you. Ever since you asked me out, I've been head over fucking heels in love with you. Why else would I text you every day? Or give you my virginity? Or even agree to go out with you in the first place?" She paused and took a breath, still staring into my gray eyes with her hazel ones, and continued, "Two years ago, suffering through that French class, I knew I wanted you. I'd seen you around school before, and you struck me as quiet, but funny. I'd always thought you were a good looking guy. But then I saw you driving the flashiest car in the school parking lot. And I heard your band and what you could do with a guitar. From that point, I was sold. That was why I agreed so eagerly to go out with you. And that's also why I first kissed you that same day you asked me out, before we were even official. None of my prior boyfriends have lasted as long as you." 

I was struggling to take all this in, but still she continued. "And when you finally asked me, I never looked back. I knew you'd be there for me. If I closed my mind in fear or sadness, you'd get it open. And if I started to lose it, you'd hug me and pull me together again. You've been there for me to open up to, or as a shoulder for me to cry on. And I'd do the same for you. When you got your wisdom teeth out and your dog died, I was there for you to lean on. I've never been this deeply in love before. We've fought before, like all couples do, but we always kiss and make up, and it makes our relationship stronger. And look at us now, almost 2 years later and still going strong. That's love. That's all there is to say." She finally finished. 

I was about to cry. "Liv......that was beautiful. I don't know what to say. Wow." 

She smiled and hugged me. "No need to say anything. Except for 'I love you' of course." 

I took a deep breath and looked at her with teary eyes. "Liv, I want you to know, through thick and thin, through hell and back, I love you. Every fiber of me. You're my first girlfriend, and one of my best friends now. I can talk to you about anything, and you understand me. Again, from my soul and the bottom of my heart, I truly, deeply, love you." 

"Likewise," she said, and pecked my lips. With that, we lay there for a while, comprehending our conversation. We eventually got restless, so we left the hotel room and walked around the city, talking some more, returning approximately 3 hours later to get ready for our dinner reservations. I was wearing a collared shirt and a nice pair of jeans. Liv had on a button-down shirt and tight-fitting khaki pants, complete with 3-inch high heels. The restaurant was one of the oldest in the city. We both ordered the same thing, steak and lobster with mashed potatoes. It might sound like an odd combo, but it was fantastic, "Like Viagra for my mouth," as I put it later, which Liv found hilarious. The food and service were great, but I almost choked when I got the bill. Two lobsters, two steaks, two mashed potatoes, 4 drinks, and dessert cost me $200! But Liv was definitely worth it.

We arrived back at the hotel at about 8:30. I gave her my present once we got back to the room. It was a very sexy and revealing white bikini. She smiled and said, "It's great! But I can only wear this around you. If my mom ever saw me in this, she'd have a stroke!" 

We were bored, so we decided to go to the pool and try and burn off some of the food. Liv stripped in front of me and put her new present on. She shouldn't have bothered! It was covering the minimum amount of skin. I felt a stirring in my pants as I looked at her. Sadly, she couldn't walk to the pool dressed in that, so she threw on a pair of short shorts and a loose T-shirt. Lucky for us, the pool was deserted. Liv wearing the bikini was a sight to behold! Let's just say, it went to my head (you can decide which head I'm talking about). And when she got it wet, I discovered it was see-through! The pool closed at 10, so we eventually went back to the room to just chill out. I had been thinking about our whole heart-to-heart ever since she'd first said it, and I was more in love with her than ever. It's weird how that works. 

Needless to say, the sex we had that night was unbelievable, the best I've ever had. It was the single most passionate night either of us could remember. At least 90% of it was just kissing and caressing, with the remainder actual penetration. It was slow and unhurried, not like the fast and hard romps we usually did. Seriously, it lasted for 4 hours. We didn't last that long of course, we both lost count of how many times we orgasmed, but it was mind blowing. The mental connection between us was nothing short of love. In the past, whenever we fucked, it was focused on the quick, rough, over-in-3-minutes, rail-and-bail type of ordeal. Our deep, searching conversation changed all that. Liv finally collapsed on top of me, covered in sweat and breathing really hard, at about 3 am after an earth-shattering orgasm in the cowgirl position, and went straight to sleep. I lay there, expecting her to open her eyes and resume our lovemaking, but she started snoring gently. I smiled to myself and whispered, "Happy birthday," even though she couldn't hear me, and drifted into post-coital sleep.

I woke up the next day with her still on top of me, sound asleep, her boobs crushing into my chest. Gently, I rolled her off me and stood up. It was a shame that we had to leave today. She stirred soon after me and opened her eyes, instantly locking on me. She smiled and gestured with a finger for me to come over, saying, "You know what I want. Lie down." She proceeded to suck my cock briefly before mounting me for the millionth and one fucking time that weekend. We skipped breakfast and spent the whole morning screwing like there was no tomorrow, in every position we could think of. We spent the afternoon walking around and sightseeing, and stopped for dinner on the way back to the hotel. Obviously, we were pretty tired by the time the limo came later that day, at about 9 pm. She slept the whole journey back, her head on my shoulder. I was hoping to get road head as a thank you, but that didn't happen.

The limo turned into Liv's driveway about an hour later. I was awake but she still wasn't. Gently, I nudged her, waking her up. She yawned and opened her eyes, stretching. "We're here already? Wow. Why don't I remember the ride?"

I laughed and put an arm around her shoulder, squeezing it gently. "You fell asleep before we left the parking lot, babe." 

She smiled. "I was tired. I didn't know sex was that draining." We got out of the limo. Ozzy, the driver, had already brought our bags into her house. We said bye to him and I walked Liv up the driveway. Standing on the porch, I said, "Well Liv, it looks like this is goodbye." 

She replied, "You can stay the night if you want. My parents are gone for the weekend too, remember?. They won't mind, as long as we don't-" She paused and grinned mischievously, making fucking gestures. "I can't promise to abstain from that though." 

I laughed. "Jesus, Liv. I'm just a guy, not a fucking animal, for Christ's sake!"

"I know. Seriously though, I do need a break from being joined at the waist with you." 

"What about the lips?"

"Never." With that, she grabbed the front of my shirt and pulled me down for a long kiss. She finally pulled away, a strand of saliva hanging in the air like a spiderweb. "So, will you stay?"

I hesitated. I loved hanging out with her, but at the same time, I wanted to go home. My own bed sounded very tempting. And my guitar was calling my name. If I don't play it for more than a few days, I start freaking out and getting really agitated. I'd probably stay over anyway, but I felt like teasing her and making her persuade me.

She sensed this and begged, putting on an imploring puppy face. "Please? Come on. You know you want to. Pllllleeeeeaaassseeeee? Come on. For me. As your girlfriend. Your girlfriend with the sex drive of a fucking dinosaur." Her expression changed back to mischievous, and she leaned in close. So close, I could count the freckles on her cute nose. "I can make it worth your while," she breathed, caressing my thigh and leaning even closer. So close now, our lips were almost touching. I thought she was about to kiss me so I puckered up, but she noticed and stopped millimeters away from my mouth and said, "If you want more lip service, you'll have to stay."

I replied, being a wise guy, "You know Liv, I was always told to say no to peer pressure." 

Her jaw dropped and her hazel eyes narrowed. Her hand dropped from my thigh. She looked at me with a "what the fuck....." look. "Matt, this isn't peer pressure. This is your girlfriend talking. Would you seriously say no to this face?" she paused and pointed to her pretty face. "Or this ass?" she grabbed my hands and placed them there. She smirked as if to say, "I've got you now." 

I smiled, squeezing her ass. "Alright. You win. I'll stay." 

She beamed and opened the door, and we went inside. "Yayyyyyy!!!" 

I was left standing in her living room for a minute while she went to her room to throw on pajamas. My jaw dropped when she reappeared. 

She was wearing a spaghetti top that was way too small for her, stopping just below her ribs. With no bra underneath, so her tits were falling out. On her legs, she was wearing skin-tight yoga pants. On top of that, she was eating a banana. She locked eyes with me and stuck it in her mouth. She slowly ate it, never breaking eye contact. She finally finished, walking over to the couch and sitting down, and said with a wink, "I'm just warming up."

I laughed, sitting beside her. "I thought you said you wanted a break." 

"Yeah, from taking it in my pussy. I never said anything about my mouth," (I'm not making this up. She really talks like this, and has the libido to match). 

"Honestly, Liv. Sometimes I think you have a bigger sexual appetite than most guys." 

"Not really. You do this to me. I said I've been madly in love with you ever since we started dating. I'm just trying to please my man and do my job as the best girlfriend on the planet." She paused, turning away and breaking eye contact, "Of course, if you don't want a blowjob, I won't make you. I'm just offering." 

"Aw Liv, I didn't mean it like that!" I put an arm around her shoulder and squeezed her arm, feeling bad. "I'm just surprised. I can't picture a girl being this horny. It's usually guys. I owe you an apology. I'm sorry. I love you, you know that."

She turned her head and looked at me again, her expression serious (which doesn't happen to often, she's usually joking and friendly). "No, I'm sorry. It's just that I felt like I wasn't living up to your expectations. I thought my blowjob quality had gone downhill. I thought you weren't being satisfied. That's what I thought you were getting at. I was pissed off at myself for not giving 110% on my knees. I shouldn't have taken it out on you. You owe me nothing." There was a long silence as she looked away, lost in thought. Then she looked back at me and said, "I'm offering you another blowjob. Do you want it or not?" 

I smiled. "Of course. They're always fantastic! You're talented with your mouth, Liv. You could make a lot of men happy. I'm not gonna waste it." 

She smiled weakly. "Thanks. But right now, you're the only man I care about. As long as you enjoy it, I'll keep it up. It's as simple as that." 

"I do. You should have more self-confidence, babe. Look at you. You can cook. You've got a pretty face. Your body is smoking hot. You're athletic. And you have a great personality. Why do you think I chose to ask you out instead of the hundreds of other girls at school? I love you, Liv."

She smiled. "Thanks, baby. I love you too. And please be honest. My blowjobs haven't been lacking lately? I don't give you blue balls, do I?"

I laughed. "Liv! The shit you pull off with your mouth continues to blow my mind, even 2 years later! They sure as hell have not been bad! I couldn't have asked for a better way to get off!" 

She perked up. "Do you really mean that?"

"Hell yes, I mean it! I don't remember the last time I jacked off. There's a reason for that. I have you!" 

"Thanks, baby. I feel better now. One of my biggest priorities is making sure you get off when you want." 

"I mean it. Your mouth is better than my hands could ever hope to be." 

She smiled again, a genuinely happy one this time. I leaned in and gently kissed her and asked, "So, are we friends again?" 

She beamed and we kissed again. "You know it! You still want the hummer?" 

I smiled. "I'm good for it." She stood up, taking my hand. "Let's go. My room. Now." My eyes were glued to her perfect ass the whole time as we went to her room, like usual when she was in front of me. 

Needless to say, the blowjob was awesome. She really put her back into it (or mouth, in this case). We went to sleep after, both of us in her bed, spooning. 

We both woke up around the same time the next morning. Liv seemed to have completely forgotten about our conversation last night. She cooked breakfast for us. This was already a good start to the day, but she did it completely naked! She made eggs, toast, bacon, waffles, and pancakes. 

I walked into the kitchen, dressed and showered, and was greeted by her, naked except for an apron, flipping eggs. "Morning, Matt," she said casually. 

My jaw dropped and I stood there speechless. 

She noticed my lack of words and looked up, smiling. "What's the matter? Pussy got your tongue? Don't worry, that's after we eat. I'm not eating. I'm saving myself for a sausage buffet, if ya know what I mean," she winked. 

I still didn't say anything, trying to hide my boner. The food was great. For "dessert," as Liv called it, she poured maple syrup all over her boobs and toned, tanned stomach and made me lick it off. I'm not a big dessert guy, but this was awesome! Next came her pouring it all over my cock and licking it off. Her blowjobs were already out of this world but the syrup only made it better. She didn't miss a drop.

One thing led to another, and before I knew it, Liv was laid out on her back on top of the table, and I was banging her like my life depended on it. I finally came inside her, watching her rack bounce as she screamed in ecstasy. She finally sat up. Once again I was speechless. 

She saw my face and said with a grin, "What? Haven't you ever pushed aside the dinner plates to get some?" 

We watched movies for the rest of the day, until she finally drove me home. In my driveway, she turned to me and spoke, "Matt, I can't thank you enough for this weekend. I had the time of my life!" 

I laughed. "You're gonna somehow have to top all that shit for my birthday. Good luck." 

She smiled. "I'll think of something. Maybe I'll do a striptease or a lap dance. Or make a stripper pole and dance for you." She had done all of these in the past, and they were all incredibly sexy. 

"Am I boyfriend of the year now?"

She leaned in and planted a kiss on my lips. "The fucking decade. I love you." 

I got out and grabbed my bag. "I love you too. I'm sure I'll see you this week."

"Definitely. Almost all of me, in fact. Bye! Thanks again!" she backed out of the driveway and drove away, beeping and waving. 

The rest of the week flew by. I saw her every day, but nothing could top that weekend. That was definitely one for the books.



Birthday Fun



We were all out partying for your birthday, while you are back in town. We are all talking and laughing and having a good time at the club. It's loud so when I get close to you and whisper in your ear nobody thinks twice. I rub your crotch and tell you I want you. I wander off to the bathroom giving you the, "I'd be best for you if you followed me look." The second we get into the bathroom and the stall door closes, I drop to my knees, rip your pants open and start to pump my hands and mouth up and down your cock. You try to force it and I slow you down, making you savor every long stroke in and out of my throat. I continue to try to keep control, but you take over, after all it is your birthday. You jam your dick down my throat and fuck my mouth while I gag over and over from your length. Spit collecting in a pool between my feet. I stand up and you push me against the wall and hike my black lace mini skirt up and move my thong to the side. My heels give you just the right angle to get me off in no time. You fuck me fast and hard. Bring me right to the edge, but want me craving you later. You tell me to clean myself up.

We continue to drink and have a good time with everyone. We drove separate, so you and I take our own cars to a late night breakfast place and meet our close friends there for some late dinner after dancing. I don't eat much, not wanting a full stomach. I'm sure I would regret that later for what you seemed to have planned for me. Once we say our goodbyes and I'm heading towards my car you grab my hand and pull me towards your truck. You open the door for me and tell me we will come get my car in the morning. 

On the way back to my house I get fidgety. I'm so wound up from our bathroom escapade that was supposed to be for you. I reach over and unzip your pants. Once again you have me right where you want me, my mouth on your cock and me wet. The drive is only 15 minutes. Since you left me hanging, I'm going to work my best to do the same to you. Up an down, deep throating you as many times as I can to try to get you wanting me just as bad as I want you.

Once we park, you tuck yourself back in and give me a devilish smile. Luckily my roommates were ready for bed as soon as we all got home, so I wasn't going to have to wait a long time to receive what you had in store for me. We say our goodnights and head to the basement, telling them we are going to hang out for a little while before we go to our separate beds. They don't think anything of it. 

Once we get downstairs, I hear a click behind me. You locked the door behind you. Standing there staring me up and down, making me turn bright red. You know that I'm not usually the type of person to do sexual things with somebody I am not committed to, which in your eyes, makes me even more desirable. One word slips from your lips,

"Strip."

A command I dare not decline, although I'm not the type of person that takes orders either. You can tell I am thoroughly embarrassed by striping in front of you as you watch my every move.

"Come here."

I start to walk towards you, 

"No, on your hands and knees."

I stare at you with a face that says, really, I'm not doing that. The way you glare back at me makes me drop to my knees and not be able to keep eye contact with you.

"Open."

You shove your cock down my throat before I am ready. Fucking my throat for the second time tonight. Although I never had the illusion of control this time around. Once you are finished with that hole, you grab me by my throat and position me over the back of the couch. You take your pants off, already hard, and rub your cock up and down my opening. Teasing me by positioning your head on me like you are going to enter me but never do, and rubbing your cock on my clit. When you are satisfied with my squirming you slowly take me inch by tantalizing inch. I try to push back on you and you smack my ass hard. I whimper but try again anyway. Again a hard spank in the same spot, twice the pain. 

"Every time you move you will get spanked and we will start over."

All I can manage is a sigh. I know how stubborn you are and even though it is torture for you too, you will still put me through it just so I don't win. I lay there very still. You start again slowly pushing your cock inside my dripping wet pussy. By the time you get all your weight pushed against me a small moan escapes my lips, as if on cue, you pull back and hammer in. A loud cry is all I can muster before you grab my face with one hand over my mouth and the other around my neck using it as leverage to fuck me hard and fast. You are glancing around the room looking for something to tie my hands with. you notice my pink ass plug hanging out of my purse. I had told you I bought one for your birthday. All that did to you was make you want to bury yourself deep inside me and not stop until you found release, but you restrain yourself not wanting this to be over yet. 

You go retrieve the pink plug from my bag and walk in front of me to show me what you are planning. 

"Open."

You place the plug in my mouth, it is just long enough to keep me from breathing when it is all the way in. Once its sufficiently lubed up you hand it back to me. I look at you confused.

"In your ass."

I look at you deeply horrified. You smack my ass again for the hesitation. I try to stick the plug all the way in but cant quite get it. You tell me gently but firmly to get on my hands and knees. Face down, ass up. Taking your belt you tie my hands together behind me. The leather bites at my skin. You take the plug and work in into my ass. Another moan escapes me. As you rub my back, 

"Shh, relax. I have to get you ready to take my dick up your ass."

Without warning your cock is bottomed out in my pussy.

"Stay quiet."

You words have their own harshness to them, letting me know you are enjoying this as much as I am. You untie my hands and retie them in front of me so I can be more comfortable through this experience. Not being able to extend our torture any longer, you pull the plug out of my ass and position your cock at my tight opening. You very slowly and gently start to ease yourself into me. I appreciate the slowness as I stretch to accommodate your size. I clench, you pull me up by my hair so I'm kneeling in front of you. Pulling my face to the side, holing onto my chin. With my ear next to your lips, you whisper to me, still slowly pushing into me. Giving me time to relax and adjust, causing me to trust you even more. Softly kissing the side of my face. Once you have full access you pick up the harsher tone again. I am no longer under control of myself or reactions. You have to push my face into the couch to keep me from being too loud. You can feel my body tensing up for release so you slow your pace again. In and out, long meaningful thrusts. What you can't predict is I'm already too far gone and I cum anyway. You hammer away bringing me to a new level that I have never ventured to before. A violent orgasm from me is all you needed to push you over the edge as well. You pull out of me and turn me around. In a daze, all I know is I want your cum. I'm on my knees waiting for you, mouth open, make up smeared, tear stains down my cheeks. This time a wearily speak, 

"Give me your cum baby. I want it all."

As you finish into my mouth, I slowly suck up and down the length of you, savoring every last drop I can pull from you. You untie my hands and we fall to the couch, spent. My pussy and ass fucked open. My ass spanked until it's beat red, and every part of me exhausted. Looking at your sweat glistened chest and stomach rise and fall from your breathing satisfies me on another level. You lean in to kiss me, long and deep. I can't decide if it's a thank you, or a don't forget that's mine kiss, knowing its both. We get into a hot shower and clean each other up and playing a bit more. After getting pajamas on and you making fun of me for the way I'm walking, we lay down. Not being able to fight the exhaustion anymore, I pass out in your arms, completely satisfied and happy that I could give you a complete birthday.