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Birthday Sex

By: laurambell



We're celebrating my birthday late since he couldn't be with me on it. I am getting drunk. In his hotel room. I'm sitting on the bed, half naked, and downing all the vodka I can.

I set the bottle on the table and get off the bed. I walk over to where he is and sit in his lap, not facing him. I lean back, grabbing his hands and use them to touch myself. I move them to my breasts, making him squeeze them, hard. 

I grunt and start sliding them down my stomach to the top of my panties, making him slide his thumbs under them, pushing them down a little. Oh, I love when he touches my body. He feels good. By now, i'm grinding against him, once and awhile. 

I stop grinding and push his hands down to my pussy, holding him still when he reaches my clit. I rock against him. I adjust myself so my ass is pressing against his dick. but he still has access to my clit. 

I move my hands off his, putting them on the armrests of the chair for support. I start grinding against him again. He's getting hard. I lift up to adjust him, so his dick is pressing right against my clothed pussy. Now, I'm really grinding into him.

Making him rub me without being inside me. I'm getting wet. I can feel it. Wonder if he can too?

I push his hands away from my clit, getting up, I turn around and pull him up. I smile up at him. 

"Want to fuck me?"

"Helll yeah!"

"Then do it!"

My panties are now off, i'm completely naked and he's looking at me like he's going to devour me.  I LOVE that! Or fuck me to death. I LOVE that, too!

He pushes me onto the bed, as i'm scooting up the bed, he's making his way up me. Stopping at my pussy. I lay still as he flicks his tongue across my clit. 

Moaning, "Oh baby, that feels good."

He continues licking my clit before shoving his tongue inside me. I'm wet and getting wetter by the second. Gaining confidence as he thrusts his tongue in and out of me, I start moving against his tongue and I reach down to play with my clit, rubbing furiously and moaning.

I start moving faster than he can keep up with. So, I slow down, still rubbing my clit furiously. 

"I said fuck me. Please fuck me!", I say breathlessly.

He doesn't listen. Once they start eating pussy, it's hard for them to stop...  

He replaces his tongue with his fingers, using his tongue on my clit, so I remove my hand. My eyes are closed and I'm moaning louder than I usually do. I'm reaching down and shoving his head closer to me. 

"Ahh, god! Please fuck me!" "Are you listening to me?"

No movement other than what he's doing. 

"I will take that as a no.", I say with some force, since I am trying to breathe normally.

He finger fucks me hard and fast

Harder Faster

Ooh, and he goes deeper.

Faster Harder

AND

DEEPER!!

"Oh, please, baby..fuck me!"

He stops and starts moving up my body.. licking, kissing. 

FINALLY!

"Oooh, that feels GOOD!"

I reach down, lifting my hips, and slide him in me. My wet, hot pussy is now completely full.

"Ahhh! Holy hell!"

He kisses me, passionately. I taste myself on his lips and I continue kissing him..Licking his lower lip and sucking on his tongue before gently nipping it. 

At least he doesn't flinch away. He's had it happen to him before. He liked it. 

He's fucking me hard.

Harder Harder

My hands are on his sides. Gently digging into his skin. I'm moving against him just as hard, or attempting to. Lifting and lowering my hips. Over and over again. God, he really does feel good inside me!

Harder Harder

Harder Harder

He speeds up

Faster Harder

I grab his hips and force him down, forcing him deeper. 

"Oh dear god. Do not stop!"

He doesn't. At least he listens to THAT. 

"Oh yeah! Fuck me! Just like that" 

I'm panting and moaning between those kisses of his. He tastes good outside of having ME on his lips. 

I start rocking back and forth. Trying to flip us over. I want on top!

And on top I go! Wee! Oh, how I love to ride!

Sitting up, I move fast and hard. I slide down his hips which forces him even deeper. 

He moans! YES! YAY! 

Harder Faster

Harder Faster

Eyes are closed, I'm fucking him with all that I have. His hands are on my hips, helping, moving me faster and harder. My hands are on my breasts, grabbing..massaging. Hard then gentle. 

He moans again I moan.

That moaning of his is driving me harder, turning me on even more. Leaning down, I prop myself on my hands to spread my legs even wider, again driving him deeper. I kiss him, he kisses back. I nip his lip before grinding into him. 

My orgasm close. I can feel it. I can't hold it not that I really want to. I really want to cum on him. I want him to feel it..REALLY feel it. 

I can't sit up, if I do I will lose it. I drive ahead, breaking my limits just to give him this part. It pays off.

"Ohhhhhhh my god! I'm cumming!"

And, I do. Hard! There's no way he can't feel that. 

I'm pretty sure he already came. He kept going anyway. Oh, to be young again! Always nice to have a young..er lover. 

I'm slowing down to a stop trying to prolong the orgasm. Eventually it fades and I dismount. 

Laying on the bed, trying to catch my breath once again. 

"Breathe." I tell myself. 

Eventually, I do. 

"Holy hell, that was great!" 

I wore myself out and end up passing out for awhile. Which is fine, I really don't think he minds. He gets to play with me while I'm sleeping.. There's always next time. 

When I wake up, it repeats. Then, he takes me home unless he decides to keep me there. 

---The End.

Birthday Sex?



24th of November, my 20th birthday, and I was stuck in a lecture at uni.

Of course I wasn't going to focus. The term was drawing to a close and most if not all of our important exams were out of the way. I'm pretty sure nobody else in that lecture hall was focusing either.

So I took the time to think about what I seemed to be thinking about more and more these days - sex. I had just found myself a year ago as a lesbian, and was pleased at how I had also found my own androgynous style, while still looking good. I took care of my skin, and it had begun to glow a caramel brown just as it did when I was 15, my hair was cropped and though my makeup was light, it effectively accentuated my brown eyes. I had kept myself active and continued to eat right, and luckily I rarely gained weight. I looked good, if I could say so myself.

So why wasn't I getting any?

I looked round the hall, and, faithful to the numbers game, there were some pretty hot girls around, a fair few. Obviously they were all straight. Obviously I would never find the ones who I can actually date attractive. Obviously I was subconsciously planning on staying a virgin forever.

Finally the lecture ended, after many a frustrated glance at the clock, and I made my way back to my house across campus. I checked my phone and took it off silent, and I had gotten a few more birthday texts and a tonne of facebook updates. At least I still had my friends today.

I was tapping away at my phone, and had worked the doors to the flats at Greyburn (where I lived) a hundred times before, so I didn't even bother looking up when I open them. Unfortunately, on this day of all days, somebody else was doing the same thing.

After the collision, I looked up, shocked and quite embarrassed to see a rosy cheeked, pixie-looking girl expressing the same feelings, except looking a lot cuter.

"Sorry!" we both laughed.

And that should've been it. But we stood there for a couple seconds longer than necessary, and I could swear I caught her checking me out. The hallway suddenly became really hot.

In a flurry of sweet-smelling hair and skin, she swiftly left and went on her way, leaving me frowning in confusion for a few more seconds before I got on with my day. I still thought about her though.

That night my good friend and fellow gay Greta was throwing a flat party for me, and all I had to do was show up. I didn't even have to bring alcohol. It was great. Plus she had promised a trip down to one of the cooler gay bars out of town later on, as if I needed any incentive to get overexcited about a party.

When I arrived, all my favourite people were there, Boris, who had died his hair yet another colour and was looking outrageous as per usual, Nicole, my best friend from primary school to whom fate assigned the same university as me, and Pratik, a lad (the English equivalent to a frat boy), but the nicest lad you would ever meet. They all gave me presents - bottles of Malibu, music gift vouchers, rare DVDs, the works - and we all joined the rest of the party in particularly energetic drinking games. I was in good company.

A few rounds of Ring of Fire later, Greta brought someone in to the living room.

"Hey guys, Chris says she wants to join so pull up a seat for her. We can always do with another gay!"

Everyone laughed at Greta's somewhat loose tongue, and made space for this new girl to sit down. Wary of Greta's 'friends', I quickly looked up to see that Chris was none other than pixie girl.

In that split second, my plans of getting drunk and hitting Dice dissolved, and all I wanted was to talk to this girl. Part of me knew she was gay when I first saw her, and part of me was still going crazy with hormones and nerves.

She had thick muddy blonde hair, and after a better look, I noticed that her loose fit jumper hid a slim but beautifully proportioned body. She even had a nice ass. Thinking about her and how she had looked at me earlier made me forget what was going on in the room.

"Taylor, it's your turn, pick a card you div!" Pratik shouted out from the other end if the table, getting a bit too into the game if you ask me. Chris looked around and finally met eyes with me, and smiled one of those smiles that lesbians can't hide as she put name to face. She recognised me. I feebly smiled back and took a card.

30 minutes later, everyone had reached a comfortable level of drunkenness, though some more comfortable than others. Ring of Fire was over and I had been talking to Boris about the music in Dice for a while. I was drunk enough to get up and go find Chris. 

"Hey! Sorry again for the-" I motioned towards my head. 

"Psssh don't worry about it. How d'you know Greta?" Chris replied. She looked the slightest bit flushed, but wore it with a cheeky little grin that she always seemed to have. There was something cute and self-conscious about her, but also inherently sexy. 

"I met her at PrideSoc during fresher's, we've hung out loads ever since then. Are you guys hallmates?" I asked. 

"Yeah. I only came out to her recently though. She's trying to get me to come to PrideSoc now." She was standing really close. I admired how confident and comfortable she was.

"Don't go. It's shit. Just hang out with us instead." I was being too honest. Stuff just falls out of my mouth when I've been drinking.

She laughed.

"Don't tell her I said that though. Ooooh she'd kill me." I covered my back. Chris was still laughing.

We talked for a while about lesbian stereotypes and London life and TV shows and all sorts of random stuff. Her green eyes did this thing where they'd darken every time she wanted to say something she thought was mean, even though she was laughing. I figured she had quite a daring side. I wanted to grab her.

Greta joined us to say that it was snowing outside, so we probably weren't going to hit Dice's. She was worried that would ruin the party for me, but then she quickly observed I was having a great time with Chris. The party split into various groups of drunken shenanigans, and Chris, Greta, Boris, David and I ended up in Paula's room, youtubing funny videos and passing round a spliff that Paula had generously donated me for my birthday.

David eventually passed out drunk, and Greta and Boris went snowfighting outside. A lot was going on. Not that I noticed any of this.

"When and how did you know that you were gay?" Chris asked, grinning cheekily again. Her eyes were so expressive, I decided then that she could definitely be an actress if she wanted to. 

"When I was about 7, I had this really beautiful teacher. Miss Farringdon. And whenever I was alone with her, I'd stare at her cleavage, unashamed. For a really long time. This went on for a few years."

Realising that we were alone, Chris turned to face me, though we were still sat next to each other. I turned to face her, feeling her hot breath on my face. She took off her loose jumper to reveal a tight white and purple striped shirt, her pert breasts stretching it slightly, and her nipples were erect. She smelled amazing.

Her long eyelashes fluttered down as she leaned forward, looking at my lips. Her scent engulfed me. I couldn't breathe.

Slowly at first, then more vigorously we kissed, and took no time in shoving her tongue down my throat, holding my waist. I grabbed her waist too, then she broke off.

I looked at her full breasts, beautifully rounded globes poking out of her chest. I brought my hands up the sides of her torso til I was gripping the sides of her breasts, and pressed my thumbs against her nipples. Her eyes looked alarmed, she let out a small gasp and bit her lip. Massaging her nipples through the shirt I leaned forward and kissed her again, with the same vigour she showed me. She pushed her lower half closer to mine, she was writhing just a bit, and her pussy was boiling hot. I could feel her breath quickening through her heaving chest. She looked gorgeous, and the soft warmth of her mouth and tongue dizzied me. I started to massage and pinch her nipples a bit faster and, restless and moaning short whimpers, her breath quickened again. She pulled away, panting, and undid her jeans, quickly taking them off to show me what she wanted. I took off my t-shirt, and, kissing me hungrily, she unbuttoned her shirt and quickly unfastened her bra and mine. I momentarily worried about how far we were going when anyone could come in at any time not to mention the possibility of David waking up pretty soon, but she kissed me again and my thoughts disorganised themselves.

I pulled down her panties and looked at her pretty pixie face and body. She smiled quickly, then furrowed her brow with eager impatience. She was so perfect. Today was so perfect.

The room was filled with the smell of damp pussy, replacing the previous stench of weed. My mind was flooded with things I wanted to do to her. I wanted to kiss her everywhere. I wanted to bury my face deep in her pussy and make her twitch and grab me. Or we could just kiss. We could do anything.

Looking down at her pussy, I covered it with my hand, then slid a finger across the slit. She gasped, and it was so wet it made my hand slip faster. But she'd have to tell me what to do.

"Tell me what to do," I said to her.

"Finger me." she said through gritted teeth. I could see she really enjoyed sex. I didn't usually like it when people made sexy things sound so nasty, but I wanted her so bad I didn't care. I moved my fingers up and down to find her clitoris, and traced circles around it. Her pussy was flaming hot, and she let go a big puff of air. Her cheeks were getting rosier. I made sure I stroked every part of her slit to find out where she liked it, tracing circles, making different shapes. When I found a pattern she liked, her pussy pulsed and she started to grind it on to me. The shapes her body made were glorious. She looked at me and then at my hands with big, intense eyes. 

"Want me to go inside too?" She nodded, panting. I was getting really wet, she was almost too much for me. Her quiet, short moans became louder, she grinded a little faster and I sped up accordingly. When the time was right, I stuck fingers from my other hand into her pussy, and she moaned a deep, throaty sigh. Her beautiful tits were bouncing against the rest of her soft skin, and she dug her nails into the magazine lying by her side. Her eyes got bigger. She propped herself up, holding my neck and grinding onto both my hands, kissing my face and breathing heavily onto me. I was breathing faster too.

As she came, her voice cracked that beautiful noise, her muscles stiffened and her back arched. I kept going, I remembered someone once saying that was important. Her face was flushed and she tossed her hair. I couldn't believe I was here doing this with her. 

When she caught her breath she looked into my eyes and kissed me, softer and deeper this time, breathing into me, pushing her whole body against mine. I met her kiss with my own intense desire, tension piling up inside me. 

"Take off your trousers, I feel stupid." She laughed at me. I did as I was told. I would do anything to hear her moan like that again. 



Birthday Sex



"Hm hm hm, hm hm hm." Standing in the bathroom, fixing her hair, Samantha found herself humming the words to that ridiculous song. "Birth day sex, birth day sex." It was a silly song, but it was appropriate for the occasion. Birthday sex was definitely on her mind.

She looked back at herself in the mirror - *his* mirror. It wasn't her birthday; it was her Anthony's. And here she was in his bathroom, in his place, and he had no idea. Or so she hoped he had no idea; it certainly sounded on the phone like he had no idea. They had spoken no more than 20 minutes ago, and she knew he was on his way home. Tony sounded so heartbroken that - she had him believe - she couldn't be in town for his birthday. She had been away on business for two weeks, due back in four days from now, but managed to cut out and swing an early flight home to be with her lover, Tony Liu.

She smiled into the mirror at the thought of the word "lover." In their six short months together, they'd already established rhythms that left a certain ache whenever they were apart. Rhythm, she reiterated to herself, not routine. Nothing about their time together was routine; together, nothing felt boring. Everything was about taking chances, about letting go. If she was playing it safe she wouldn't be planning this surprise party of one.

The smile tempered. She looked at herself and saw an older face. The occasion of his birthday gave her an excuse to dwell on their age difference yet again. He was turning a mere 28 years young: a personal trainer by trade, a physical specimen in his prime. At her age of 33, her prime was fading; weight was staying on, skin was wrinkling.

Yet he didn't seem to mind at all; in fact quite the opposite. His favorite outfits of hers were always the ones that extenuated curves that weren't there 5 years before; and he lamented aloud whenever she applied even a stitch of make-up - don't hide your beauty, he always said. Didn't he know she used to be skinny? She found it hard to agree, but then, she knew she had to let it go, at least for tonight. Tonight was for him. 

Or was it? Because one thing age had given her she could appreciate - and lord how he helped her appreciate it - was an absolutely carnal libido. If tonight was just for him, what could explain the burning anticipation, the torrid butterflies in her stomach?

This she could readily admit to herself: she loved how her outfit felt on her body. It was a black dress - a little black dress - that left little to the imagination. It clung to her hips like a second skin, and she relished the sensation of the fabric strafing over her bra-less nipples. She also enjoyed the lace of the pair of black stockings rough against her thighs. Tall black heels elevated her an inch or two too, giving her a definite feeling of power. She liked feeling sexy, feeling 110% ready to ravish him.

So she wanted this very much, she decided. But was this what Tony wanted? After a long day at the gym, was he just going to want to come home and sleep?

Samantha had been gone back and forth in her head about this all evening, to the point she knew she was getting ridiculous. Sitting around Tony's place waiting for him was driving her silly, every scenario of how the evening could play out once he got home running through her mind. At one point, after she found herself staring at the kitchen counter, she'd taken her panties off; "easier access," she thought, "in case he simply wants to bend me over and take me right there." After 15 minutes of sitting around with no underwear, doubt set in and she pulled them back on.

That's how she'd found herself back in the bathroom, fussing in the mirror. And that's when she heard the sound of his key unlocking the front door.

.............

Tony took his time on the long march up the stairs. It had been a long day, and yet he wasn't in a hurry to get to his apartment. A wallowing trek really suited his mood. He had to prepare himself for another night without Sam.

She'd been gone two weeks but it felt like an eternity. They said absence made the heart grow fonder, but he didn't think it was possible to grow any fonder of her. He missed it all, from her wit, her intellectual acumen, her laugh, and her smile, to her demeanor: the way she carried herself, an always considerate but somehow still take-charge manner that extended into the bedroom (and only half the love they made was in the bedroom).

She was away in Florida for a work conference, but he knew how those conferences went - an hour or two in sessions, three or four hours at the club or hotel pool. He imagined how she'd look in her bikini, lounging about with little on. Sam was half-black, and the sun could change her complexion dramatically - from a pale brown into a delicious caramel. It made his belly burn just thinking about it, and thinking about how she was gone turned that pleasure into an ache. He'd laid in bed every night thinking about her, feeling himself, imagining the warmth of her soft parts against him, the small whimpers and moans she'd sound when they really got going. But memory was no substitute for the real thing.

Tony finally reached the door, unlocked it and entered, his mind resigned to another night alone. But something made him jump. A figure was walking down the hall towards him.

He stopped. It was Samantha. He knew as soon as he heard the words "Surprise! Happy birthday!" His heart immediately began racing at the sound of her voice, the void of loneliness filling over with joy.

She approached him quickly. He noticed she was in heels because of the sway of her walk closing the distance between them, and because they elevated her almost so their eyes were level. She held her arms out to him and they embraced in a deep kiss.

When the kiss was through he was still speechless. She looked into his eyes trying to get a bead on him. She could see a stunned smile on his face but he wasn't saying anything. "Hello?"

"Thank you." It was all he could stammer. He embraced her again and struggled to articulate his feelings. "I was so sad you wouldn't be here."

What a softy, she thought. Weren't personal trainers supposed to be incessantly gruff and hard-nosed? It was such a part of what drew her to him. "I caught an early flight back - sorry I didn't tell you on the phone."

"Don't be sorry!" He corrected her. "I really thought you'd forgotten my birthday."

"No way I could do that" she replied, her thoughts turning to the small gifts she had for him. She turned away, walking towards the kitchen, where a few presents and a single chocolate cupcake sat on the table. A full step behind, he didn't notice what was on the table. He was too suddenly taken in by what Sam was wearing.

She had on a short black dress, cut low in the back showing a large share of her upper back. The spaghetti straps were very thin, almost superfluous, clinging helplessly onto her bare shoulders. He noticed the garment was real snug around her waist too, extenuating the dramatic flair of her hips and accentuating the movement of ass as she walked away. The hem was just short enough to offer a peak-a-boo hint of lace surrounding her thighs where sheer black stockings ended. Those thick thighs that made his heart quicken, inspiring endless fantasies about how one might get between them...

Distracted, Tony didn't see Sam was lighting a candle. She turned holding a cupcake out to him, one single candle flickering, and began to sing Happy Birthday. His attention was torn between the lit cupcake, the melody of her voice, and the beauty holding it. He struggled not to stare at her chest, where the dress was cut straight across. Her breasts were too small and hung too low to muster cleavage, but he didn't notice it missing: the dress outlined her tits so snugly they still demanded attention.

He tried to concentrate his attention on her face. It was back-dropped by her long hair pulled back with a few tussling brown curls escaping. She had minimal makeup, which was exactly how he loved to see her: big brown eyes, striking enough without any artificial extenuation; freckles popping minus any cover-up. Her skin was a shade browner, evincing a tan she'd collected on her trip. And those pouty lips, specifically the thick lower one, currently curled into a mischievous grin.

From the dress to her face to everything - he swore to himself he had never seen her sexier. It was like she had scientifically determined how to most extenuate the lovely parts of her body that so turned him on. The sudden warmth in his groin was so strong it was painful.

She finished the song. "Make a wish," she said, urging him to blow. He didn't hesitate. He knew exactly what he wanted.

....

Moments later they were making out on the couch. Whatever initial guilt he'd felt in wishing for sex had been swiftly assuaged by the question Sam posed to him the second the candle had gone out: "What do you want now? Presents? Do you want to eat your cake.... or." She'd paused and smiled coquettishly. "Do you want to fuck?" Not only was she beautiful - the woman was a filthy mind reader.

Holding him in her arms now, Sam's blood was racing. It had taken all she had to be so blunt. The question still nagged her: was this what he wanted for his birthday, or what *she* wanted for his birthday? She wanted him so bad now her toes were tingling, but she still feared the question. The question didn't linger though, what with the signals he was sending through his tongue, tangling with hers, and his hands: squeezing her hips, smoothing over her back, fingers delicately tracing along the skin at the edge of her dress.

Reassured in the midst of their kissing, her fingers traveled to the waistband of his sweats - he had come home straight from the gym - and clumsily started tugging down. He broke the kiss and gasped her name. She took advantage of the break in the action to slink off the couch and reposition herself on her knees in front of him. She resumed pulling. He raised his hips off the sofa to make it easier. His cock was already hard and sprang free.

Glancing up, she could see he was lost in the moment. His eyes were one moment watching with fascination, as if they couldn't get enough of watching her descend on him; then closing as a groan of satisfaction got the best of him, causing his erection to twitch in front of her. That sent a pang right down between her thighs, causing her pussy to swoon. She loved the way his cock looked as her fingers reached out to touch it, lightly, to stroke where it was thick around. He could only groan again as his hips thrust forward. She knew what that meant. No more passive admiration - Sam took him in her mouth.

Immediately, he could feel everything in amazing detail: the swirl of Sam's tongue, the friction as her lips sucked up and down his cock leaving a trail of saliva behind. She tickled the tip for a while before finally taking him all in, to the back of her throat. The sudden sensation made his hips buck, causing her to gag.

"Sorry!" he said, ashamed at his inattention. "Issh okay," she managed to mumble back, mouth full of cock. She returned to sucking on the tip and wrapped her hand around the base of him where the spit collected and used it as a lubricant, working back and forth in unison with every bob of her head.

"Oh, God, Samantha," he groaned her full name. He was trying hard to stay ahead of the sensations, but god he could feel that burn at the base of his balls already building. He moved his hands to her arms - her soft, bare arms - in an effort to get her to stop, to move on to other pleasurable things. "Sam. Please."

Only half complying, she lifted her head away just far enough, before sweeping her delicate tongue in a complete circle around the head of his cock, then plunging her mouth back down again. He responded to Sam's tease with an insistent tug on her arms, and she finally let it go, standing up in front of him.

Tony looked her up from head to toe, admiring this goddess in front of him. His hands raced up her long legs, made even longer by the tall heels, over her thighs and up the skirt of her little dress, his fingers finding the elastic band of her panties.

Hooking a finger in on each side, he asked for permission.

"May I?"

She looked down at him, equally beaming.

"Of course."

He managed to pull them down about to her knees before she took over, completing with practiced ease the difficult task of working them over her heels - liked she'd done it before, because she had. She couldn't help thinking to herself, I should have left these off.

Totally naked at the waist, she moved to straddle him on the couch. He sat up, stopping her. "Do you want me to go down on you," he whispered. His mind raced at the thought of those thighs cast around his head.

"No, this is good," she grinned, pushing him back into the couch. "Very good." What a sweetheart he was. Putting her first, even on his birthday. After waiting all day she was horny enough to let him, too. But there was more than one way to get this woman off.

She climbed onto him, legs spread apart over his naked lap, and kissed him hard and deep. Her hungry mouth devoured his, their tongues entwining, and he grabbed her hips, pulling her into him. Her naked crotch grazed his aching dick and he realized why she hadn't needed any oral pleasuring: she was already plenty wet.

She broke their kiss with a gasp and sat up on her knees. They both looked down as she snaked one hand between them to guide his member to the proper spot underneath the hem of the little black dress, the little black dress that still hugged her sides, accentuating the curve of her bounteous hips.

The head of his cock poked in; she steadied herself against the back of the couch, a hand to each side of him, and sank down slowly. They moaned in unison as her weight came down on him, wetness enveloping him. Sam raised herself up, just a bit, then wiggled back down, repeating the process until he was buried in her completely, until he could feel the flesh of her full ass resting against his balls.

Tony leaned into her and pulled her closer, pressing himself in deeper, his mouth falling to her long bare neck. She clung to him with a whimper, eyes fluttering shut as he suckled at her. She was so damn sexy, he thought. His strong hands left her waist and crept under the sides of the dress, pushing the fabric up to expose even more skin, smoothing down over her naked hips to savor the contrast of thick bare thigh against the rim of the stockings: soft against coarse.

"You're so damn sexy," he repeated his thought as a whisper in her ear.

She smiled at his affirmation. This was the response she had wanted. All her fretting had paid off. He made her feel good about letting go. And she had to let go now - her body wasn't giving her any other option, the ache building inside her around his cock, demanding release. She had to move on it, to feel friction.

She rocked up, then down, focused on the new sensation of his penis gliding inside her, setting a rhythm. He sat back against the sofa and watched her. There was a look of overwhelming concentration on her freckled face, blushing red, eyes half shut. The superfluous straps of her dress fell limply off her shoulders, the slope of her modest breasts disappearing beneath the low cut of the dress. Bra-less, her nipples puckered under the fabric, reminding him of how sensitive she was there.

He leaned in again, peppering her neckline with playful nibbles. Her back arched in response, spurring him on. He gracelessly tugged the top of her dress down to reveal her brown breasts, hanging low on her chest, curving out like chocolate hershey kisses. He took her right nipple in his mouth, circling his tongue around the hard bud, eliciting the most erotic little whimpers out the back of her throat.

The movements of her hips became shorter, more demanding, and he did what he could to match with thrusts of his own. She fell into him again and his lips fell to her neck once more. He cupped her wide ass, a supple cheek in each hand, savoring the movement of the pliant flesh rising and falling as she rode him. The wetness of sweat and sex between them was coating their crotches, and he could feel the heat of it all on his finger tips.

His thrusts became more intentional, measured in speed and frequency by the signs she sent with little squirms and irregular panting, capped by a feint whimper that sounded like a cross between a laugh and a small puff of air pushed through her nose. 

"Oh....," she bellowed, tersely. "Fuck me."

Lord, was she ever close. He knew because she always cussed when she was on the edge. It started with her thighs twitching, then her whole body shuddering. In this moment he was all she knew, all she could feel: the pulse of his cock deep inside her, the tug of his lips on the sensitive skin of her neck, his fingers kneading her ass cheeks. It all combined until at last she gasped in release, waves of sensation flowing through her body. He continued to move with her until she was completely spent.

She stilled in his lap and initiated a big sloppy, demanding kiss with lots of tongue. Her lips were always sensitive after cumming.

At last she pulled back - she was being selfish, she thought to herself. It was his birthday, after all.

"Mmmm, who's birthday was it again?" she smiled back at him, flushed.

"Mine," he growled, squeezing her ass and thrusting forward into her playfully. His dick was harder than ever.

"Well, what do you want for your birthday...?" She looked into his eyes squarely and clarified the question. "*How* do you want it for your birthday?"

He didn't have to think long. He didn't have to think at all. He wanted to fuck her on her knees so he could crash into that big luscious behind.

"From behind. On the couch," he commanded.

She rose off of him and stood up. There was no sensation of loss when his dick slipped out; the anticipation of his favorite position was too great. She stumbled a bit stepping back, a delicious reminder that she was still in those tall heels.

He stood up off the couch too and stood back to watch her, stroking his cock with his hand, enjoying the feel of the sticky remnants of her juices coating its length. She proceeded to lazily crawl onto the couch, facing away from him: holding on to the back of the sofa, arching her back gracefully, her knees spread just so, her big, well-rounded bare ass poised in invitation - totally poised to fuck.

She looked at him over her shoulder, one eyebrow curved upward in question.

"Like this?" she asked through those perfect lips.

"Yesss," he growled.

Tony took a long look at the gorgeous body she was offering him. The black dress had been reduced to erotic lingerie, scrunched up on either end of her midsection. Her wide ass was framed like a picture, pale brown rounding out of the dress above, her thighs sheathed in the black stockings below, and the black heels jutting off her feet. Her business trip had left faint bikini tan lines cris-crossing her cheeks, but he quickly forget them the moment his eyes caught the pink hint of pussy lips peaking out beneath the terminus of her dark ass crack, glistening wet. 

The way he lingered behind her nearly made Sam self-conscious, but the sudden sensation of Tony's heavy cock entering her obliterated any such thoughts. They both cried out as he pressed into her. She could feel his strong fingers dig into her hips as she lifted her head and pushed back onto him. He began to thrust slowly, causing bolts of sheer delight to radiate out from where he was inside her; the height of the couch was perfect, allowing him to fuck her with measured ease. She wasn't about to come again, not so soon, but the sensation was still incredible, and she let him know, moaning with each of his languid thrusts into her, her big lips forming into an involuntary 'o' as she did so.




Birthday Sex



After pumping into her for a while, he pressed in deeply and leaned down to kiss her, her big butt pillowing up against him. Sam turned her head to meet his lips feverishly, bowing her back to improve his access to both ends of her body. She groaned again, now into his mouth, their tongues entwining desperately. He reached for a breast, hanging loose over the top of her dress, and fingered the little nub of her nipple, still stolid and firm, all the while gyrating into her with slow, short strokes.

The sloppy kiss ended and he rose back up, moving his hands to her hips, pulling her ass back against him hard and watching it shake.

"Oh god," he sighed to himself, leaning back even more and spreading her cheeks with his hands, just enough to admire the sight of his cock sliding in and out of her slickness. The skin of her crack was several shades darker than the rest of her ass, a dark transgressive valley that mesmerized him. It felt amazing pumping in and out of her, her inner muscles pulsing and contracting on his dick, her bulbous ass in full view, intimate details of her body revealed to him. It was too much.

"I'm gonna cum..." he groaned.

"Come for me baby," Sam cast back, granting permission in an almost commanding voice.

He grasped at the pliant flesh of her hips and pressed in as deeply as he could. The raging sensation of orgasm surged through him and he fell over her, draping her back and spilling into her. He could feel the hot cum spurt out and around his dick; her inner muscles hugged him tightly, milking it. He called out her name. It was like blowing out the birthday candles and knowing it was the best birthday cake you'd ever eat.

When it was over, he laid draped over her a second, loving the comfort of his flaccid penis lingering within her. He kissed her once tenderly on her bare upper back before pulling out with a sigh. Together they fell tangled on the couch.

Sam looked over him. He was spent. "Happy birthday," she grinned.

"Best birthday ever," Tony declared between breaths. "I love you."

Sam didn't hesitate to reply: "I love you too."

They lay there, in one another's arms, in exhausted afterglow. Together they talked, catching up on their activities while they were apart - and reaffirming how lonely each of them had been without the other. Then they held each other, smiling, enjoying the feel of their naked parts, wet and sticky from sex, rub against one another. 

After a few minutes of silent cuddling, Sam headed towards the bathroom to clean herself - Tony's cum had started leaking down her thigh. As she did, Tony's eyes trailed after her bare behind, each cheek shaking and creasing against her thighs with every step. He noticed the black high heels and black panties laying on the floor.

He sat back against the couch and groaned to himself. Happy birthday indeed.



Birthday Sex



A/N: Just a few little notes before I start the next chapter. First off, I just want to say thank you for the wonderful comments and feedback I've been getting. I'm happy to know that people enjoyed the story and, according to the numerous feedback I've received, want more. So, I've decided to post the rest of what happened. Secondly, to those of you leaving nasty and/or rude comments, please stop. I respect your right to comment on my story and I respect your opinions. However, that doesn't mean that I enjoy having people leave rude comments. I've had issues with nasty flamers and trolls in the past and wish to avoid a future incident. As a result, I will delete any comments that are rude and nasty. Thirdly, in terms of authenticity, please keep in mind that this is still technically a 'story.' I know that you can't be tight and still have an entire fist enter you. But, for the sake of the story, please pretend. It's erotica. It doesn't have to be 100% accurate and anatomically correct. It's purely for your enjoyment. Lastly, (I know. You're probably sick of my rambling by now, sorry) enjoy the next chapter! =) 

*****

I couldn't stop. Rather, I didn't want to stop. I just wanted him, and nothing would make me change my mind. 

*****

Over the last few months, Dr. F and I became lovers. The moment my classes ended for the day, I would be on my way to his office for a quick, nasty fuck. 

Not that he minded. More than anything, he loved to shove his hard, long cock into my tight, 21 year old cunt, which was always dripping wet for him. 

"Yes! Yes! Oh god, more!" I screamed as he drove his dick into me. He grabbed my ass and began pumping into my pussy even faster, getting closer and closer to coming. 

"Fuuuuuuuck!" he groaned as he shoved deep into me, shooting his load into my nasty little slut pussy. 

"Oh god," I moaned as I collapsed onto the examination table. He pulled out of me and turned me around so that I was looking up at him. Squeezing my breasts, he leaned down and kissed me hard on my mouth. 

"That was amazing," I breathed as I kissed him back. 

"Isn't it always?" he teased, giving me a playful wink. I chuckled and nodded as we both began to straighten ourselves up. 

"So, how was graduation?" he asked as he moved to sit behind his desk, which we'd just fucked on as well. I shrugged and took a seat. 

"Okay, I guess," I mumbled, earning another chuckle from him. It truly was amazing how easily we were able to revert to normal, almost as if the last 30 minutes hadn't happened. 

Suddenly, I gasped and my eyes grew wide as I remembered something. 

"Mom and Dad told me to invite you to my birthday party this weekend," I said before adding, "I honestly don't know why they're even having one for me, but I wasn't going to argue with them." 

"Aren't you moving away soon?" he asked and I nodded. "Well, that's probably why." 

"I guess," I shrugged and he sighed. 

"What?" I asked, noting that his face had changed. He looked over at me and said, "I think we should end this." 

"What?" I asked, immediately sitting up, unable to believe my ears. "Why do you want to end this? We have so much fun." 

Nodding, he continued, "I know we do. But, it's just not right. I mean, you're going to be 22 this weekend. You should be with a nice young boy, not an old man like me." 

Shaking my head, I quickly interrupted, "age is but a number. Besides, I don't want a young boy. I want a man. I want you." 

"I don't know how wise that is, my dear," he sighed at my words. With that, he looked away and began to type on his computer and, as he did so, asked, "by the way, is there anything specific that you want for your birthday?" 

Still staring at him, I replied in a confident tone, "your hot, juicy cock in my tight, young pussy," causing him to stop typing and look at me. 

"I'm afraid I can't do that, sweetheart. Is there anything else?" he asked and I gave him a naughty smile. Leaning closer, I dropped my voice and whispered, "your dick in my asshole and mouth." 

I could see his inner struggle reflected in his eyes and licked my lips, continuing, "I just want you to fuck me. Over and over and over until I can't do anything except lie there and moan." 

"Be careful what you wish for," he whispered back before he let out a groan as I raised my foot and stroked his crotch with it. 

"As if you don't wish for it too," I smiled back at him as I continued to fondle his dick through his pants with my foot. "I know you lie in bed at night, jerking your long, hard dick as you think about my young, dripping cunt and how tight it feels around your cock while you fuck my pussy." 

"This isn't right," he groaned to which I asked, "then why does it feel so right?" 

Twenty minutes later, I was straightening myself out again, and pulling my panties on as he put his dick back inside his pants. 

"Well, I think I should go," I said to him as I grabbed my stuff, "you know, while I can still walk." 

"This can't happen anymore," he said to me and I scoffed. 

"Too bad for you because I'm coming back tomorrow," I said before adding, "and I won't be wearing any panties." 

His face immediately changed and he came at me, pinning me to the wall. 

"Don't say things like that," he breathed as he kissed me hard, his hand dropping to caress my pussy. I groaned into his mouth as a delicious shiver passed through me before I pushed him away. 

"As if you could walk away from this," I said. Just as he opened his mouth to contradict me, I continued, "might I remind you that you have other patients, Dr. F?" 

With that, I gave him a quick peck on the lips and, making sure I looked normal, walked out of the room, leaving him standing there staring after me. 

"Thanks Jean," I smiled at his elderly receptionist as I headed towards the front door. 

She returned the smile and asked, "are you feeling better, dear?" 

Nodding, I replied, "much better. You know, Dr. F seems to be the only doctor who can treat me." 

She laughed and said, "it's because he's very good." 

At her words, I nodded and left, mumbling to myself, "you have no idea." 

"Can you get the door?" my mom yelled over at me as she grabbed the appetizers and began carrying them out into the backyard. 

"Sure," I mumbled before I made my way to the door. Opening it, I froze as I found myself staring up at Dr. F. 

"So you came after all," I said, giving him a smile, which he returned. 

"As if I was going to miss your birthday," he whispered as he leaned in and gave me an innocent hug. 

"What kind of hug is this?" I mumbled as I continued to hug him. 

"The proper kind," he said as we broke apart and I narrowed my eyes at him. 

"Are you still going on about that ridiculous notion of ending this?" I asked, watching as his face changed. 

Sighing, he replied, "it's not ridiculous. It's what is proper." 

"Even if we both know it's a load of shit?" I asked and he sighed before giving me a nod. 

"Unfortunately, it's what society expects from us and so it's what we have to do," he replied. 

"Bullshit. It's all fucking bullshit. Society has no right to tell me who I can and can't fuck. Or who I can and can't love and be with. It's my life," I angrily hissed before I turned and walked away, leaving him standing there. 

"By the way, the party is in the backyard." With that, I went up the stairs, heading to my room where I could vent out my frustration at him. 

About twenty minutes later, I emerged from my room, my mind made up. I wasn't going to give up so easily. 

No, I would show him that he couldn't walk away from what we had either. 

Feeling much better, I made my way back down to the party, a plan in my head. 

"There you are," my mother said as I entered the party. I gave her a smile and made my way over to her and my father, who was talking to Dr. F. 

"Have you said hello to Dr. F as yet?" my mother asked as she brought me over to him. 

"Ah, there's the birthday girl! Happy birthday, my dear. I can't believe you're 22 already. Such a beautiful young lady," he smiled at me as I approached him before jokingly adding, "I assume you have a million handsome young men fighting for your attention." 

I returned the smile, but, inwardly, I was glaring at him. Fine, two could play at that game. 

"Hello, Dr. F, how wonderful to see you," I smiled as I moved towards him to give him a hug, whispering, "too bad I want you," to him. 

As I hugged him, I pressed myself into his crotch. 

"Fuck," I groaned into his ear before I pulled away and gave him a smile, my eyes glinting wickedly. He returned the smile as well, but I could see the hidden passion and desire in his eyes. After all, I'd seen it a million times before. 

"Dr. F was just telling me that he's willing to offer her an internship in his office," my father told my mother, who immediately beamed. Both seemed completely oblivious to the heavy sexual tension between me and Dr. F, not that I cared. The more ignorant they were, the better it was for me. 

"That would be wonderful! What do you think, sweetheart?" my mom asked, turning towards me. I nodded immediately and, giving Dr. F a smile, said, "I'd love to work closely with you. Lord know I'm eager to learn. And who better to teach me than someone with your level of experience?" 

The moment I said the words, I saw the quick change in his face before he, still smiling, excused himself. After he left, I made my way around the party, greeting the guests before I headed back into the house, making some excuse about needing to get something from my room. 

Entering the house, I made my way towards the bathroom rather than my room. 

Looking around to make sure no one was there, I waited until the door opened and I saw him. Quickly, I pushed him and myself back into the large master bathroom, shutting the door behind us. 

"What are you doing?" he hissed at me and I smiled wickedly. 

"What do you think I'm doing?" I asked as I stroked his cock through his pants. "I felt it outside. Was that why you disappeared so quickly?" 

"Of course not. Don't be silly," he said. 

However, as he spoke, my eyes fell on the garbage and I saw some tissues balled up and shoved in there. 

"Liar," I breathed as I pressed myself into him. "You're such a liar." 

"Stop. This isn't right," he said as he gently pushed me away. 

However, I laughed at him before I replied, "stop being such a hypocrite. If it wasn't right, you wouldn't have been hard for me in front of my parents. Tell me, while you were talking to my parents, were you imagining bending their little princess over and fucking her wet pussy like the little fucktoy slut she is? Maybe fingering her ass while she moaned for you and slid up and down your hard dick?" 

He stared at me, unable to reply. With a wicked smile, I continued, "you're just as nasty and horny as I am. And, you secretly love it." 

As I said the words, I slowly unzipped the back of my dress. 

"You know you want me, Dr. F," I said as I dropped my dress, letting it fall into a pool around my feet. Unable to move, he merely stared as I walked towards him, naked. 

"You know you want my young, tight, 22 year old body," I said as I stroked his chest. "You know you love shoving your hard, big cock into my small, tight cunt." 

As I said it, I took his hand and placed it on my pussy. 

"Told you I wouldn't wear panties," I smiled at him. "Can you feel how wet I am for you? How badly I want you to fuck me?" 

That was all it took for him to part my lips and stroke my clit. I let out a groan and pushed myself into his hand. 

"Fuck me, Dr. F. Fuck me while my birthday party is going on outside," I breathed. "Fuck me like the nasty perverts we both are." 

"Oh god," he groaned before he pulled down his zip and let his cock out. "Why do you do this to me?" 

"Because, you're mine," I moaned as he stroke my pussy with his dick, "and I'm yours." 

"God help us both," he whispered before he began to slide his hard cock into my hot, wet cunt. 

"Fuck," I moaned as my pussy stretched for him. He grabbed my leg and held it up as he began to move. 

Wrapping my arms around his neck, I threw my head back and groaned as he fucked me, my groans masked by the loud music playing outside. 

"Come here," he whispered as he grabbed me and kissed me hard, swallowing my moans of pleasure. 

"Oh god, you feel so good," I moaned into his mouth as he began to walk while fucking me. We made our way towards the bathtub and he turned me around so that I was leaning down on the tub, my ass facing him. 

Spreading me, he pushed his dick back into my pussy and continue to move, his penis going in and out and in and out of my little slut pussy. 

"Fuck," I groaned, "you feel so good. Oh fuck." 

"Who's your daddy, baby?" he groaned down at me as I panted like an animal. 

"You're my daddy. Oh fuck, you're my daddy," I managed, "you're my fucking daddy." 

"Then moan for daddy," he said as he stuck a finger in my ass, "moan like the little cum slut you are." 

"I'm a little cum slut," I moaned as he fingered my ass. "I'm daddy's little cum whore. Oh fuck, I'm your little cum whore." 

He pulled out of me and I turned around. 

"Open your mouth, my little fuck toy," he said and I complied like the little bitch I was. He shoved his dick into my mouth and began to fuck me, his cock going down my throat. As he did, I gagged and the sound of his balls slapping my face echoed throughout the bathroom. 

Thankfully, the music had become even louder so I knew no one would hear the two of us fucking like animals. The very fact that my birthday party was happening while we were doing this filled me with thrill and made me even more horny. 

"Fuck," he groaned as I deepthroated him, "oh fuck." 

He let go of me and, looking down at me, said, "suck, baby." 

Immediately, I began to suck his dick, my mouth moving back and forth over his shaft while my hands played with his balls. Pulling away, I licked the tip and sucked on his head before I licked his shaft all the way down to his balls. 

Then, I opened my mouth and began to suck on one of his balls while my hand played with the other one. As I did, he groaned in pleasure before he pulled me up by my hair. 

I gasped in pleasure and he leaned down and kissed me, our tongues and saliva mingling. 

Then, he picked me up and carried me towards the toilet. The lid was down and he sat down before he pulled me on top of him so that my tits were pressed against his chest. 

"Sit," he said, motioning for me to slide down his cock. I did and moaned as my pussy stretched to take him in in a different position. Then, he began to fuck my pussy, moving at amazing speed as I continued to kiss him while his hands squeezed my breasts. 

He shoved his dick hard into my cunt and I let out a loud moan, throwing my head back in pleasure. 

"Fuck," he groaned as he continued to slide his cock in and out of my young, tight pussy. 

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. 

"Who is it?" he managed through the pleasure. 

My father's voice sounded from the other side of the door, asking if he'd seen me. 

"I saw her heading upstairs," Dr. F said as he rammed his dick into my pussy. 

"Thanks," my father replied before asking, "are you okay? You sound strange." 

"I'm fine," Dr. F mumbled as he sucked on my nipple, "I'll be fine in a few." 

"Okay. Take it easy," my father said before we heard him leave as he went to look for me. 

"If only he knew his little princess was in here riding your dick," I whispered to Dr. F as I began to move myself up and down on his cock. He gave me a naughty smile before he continued to suck on my nipple. 

"If only he knew how good his princess is at riding my dick," he said to me as he licked my neck, causing me to groan. 

"God," I moaned, "I'm so close." 

As I said the words, he picked up his speed and began to fuck me like a madman. 

"Me too," he grunted as he plowed his cock in and out of me. 

"God," I groaned, throwing my head back in ecstasy as he began to rub my clit, which was hard as a bud. "Fuck. Oh, fuck me like the little slut I am, Dr. F." 

He picked up his speed and managed to stand with me, holding onto me as he slammed his dick into me. 

"Oh god," I groaned as I experienced his dick even more, "fuck. Oh god, oh fuck. I'm going to cum soon." 

"Me too, oh fuck, me too," he groaned into my ears. He picked up his speed and I could feel my orgasm coming. 

"Oh fuck, oh fuck," he moaned as he shoved his cock into my cunt. "Oh fuck!" 

As he roared and shot his load into my pussy, I let out a moan and threw my head back as I orgasmed, my pussy clamping around his dick. 

"Fuck," I moaned as I placed my feet on the ground. I looked down and saw some of his cum dripping out of my pussy and onto the floor. 

"Looks like we made a mess," he said as he looked at his cum. I gave him a small smile and quickly grabbed some tissues and cleaned it up. 

"All better," I smiled at him before taking his hand and pressing it to my pussy. "Much better." 

He gave me a smile and proceeded to put his dick back inside his pants. 

I quickly cleaned myself up and, as he helped zip the back of my dress, he whispered, "happy birthday." 

Giving him a naughty smile, I asked, "is there a second part?" 

He nodded and replied, "but it's back at my office." 

"You know," I said as I looked down at my phone, "I have to get my friend from the train station. Of course, she isn't going to be here for another 30 minutes." 

With that, he nodded and moved towards the door. 

Opening it, he glanced around and, after making sure it was clear, walked out. 

A few moments later, I emerged as well. 

"There you are!" my mother said as I made my way back to the party. "Have you seen your father?" 

Just as I opened my mouth to answer, a voice called, "there you are!" 

Both my mom and I turned to see my dad approaching us. "Where were you?" 

Raising my phone, I replied, "talking to Sam, who needs a ride to the party." 

"I see," my dad replied before saying to my mom, "by the way, Dr. F just left." 

"Is everything okay?" she asked and my dad quickly nodded. 

"He said something about having to run back to his office very quickly. Apparently, he forgot the present at his office." 

"He didn't have to get her anything," my mom mumbled, to which my dad replied, "I know. I told him but he said it was special and he was positive she would love it." 

That was all I needed to hear. Clearing my throat, I said, "I'm going to go pick up Sam. I'll be back in an hour." 

"Oh fuck!" I screamed as Dr. F shoved his dick into my ass. 

"Happy birthday," he groaned down at me as he began to fuck my asshole. 

"Fuck," I moaned as I lay on the examination table, "this is the best present ever." 

"I thought you might like it," he panted as his dick moved in and out of my ass. The force was making my boobs move up and down, causing them to slap against my skin. 

Mounting me, Dr. F leaned over and, while still fucking my asshole, began to squeeze and massage my boobs, pinching my nipples as he did. 

"Fuck," I moaned in pleasure as I began to buck my hips, allowing his cock further into my ass, earning a grunt from him. 

"Fuck," he moaned as he picked up his speed and began to fuck my ass even faster. He suddenly sat back and pulled me down on his dick. Wrapping his arms around me, he continued to fuck my ass, his lips skimming along my neck, his hot breath making me moan and squirm. 

"Happy birthday, baby," he moaned as he picked up speed, getting closer to orgasm. "Happy birthday." 

As he fucked my ass, I could only moan and grabbed his hand, which I placed on my pussy. Understanding, he began to play with my clit and finger my cunt, causing me to yell out incomprehensible words of pleasure. 




Birthday Sex



"Fuck, fuck, fuck," he panted as we both got closer. "Oh, fuuuuuuuuck!" 

He shoved his dick into my ass with hard force, causing me to scream as he came in my ass. 

"Oh, shit," he moaned as he collapsed onto the bed. Exhausted as well, I collapsed on top of him, both of us breathing heavily. 

"Happy birthday, baby," he managed and I chuckled, "best present ever."



Birthday Shave w/Backdoor Finish



It began as any other day did for Chris. He woke up lying next to his beautiful wife Michelle after a night of cuddling close to her. He showered for the day and got dressed to go to work. He went over to the bed where Michelle was still asleep to tell her goodbye. As he leaned in he could see her lovely full breast peeking out of her silk top and he fantasized for a moment about taking her sweet nipple into his mouth and licking and sucking on it, but he knew he had to go. He gently kissed her lips to say goodbye and she suddenly pulled him in to a deep kiss with her tongue exploring his mouth. He instantly felt a growth starting in his pants as they passionately kissed each other. When they broke their kiss he looked into her beautiful eyes with surprise and she whispered "happy birthday baby." 

"That was certainly a great start to it," Chris said.

"It's only the beginning, we will celebrate it later and definitely put this to good use" as she slowly ran her fingers across the bulge between his legs.

Chris left to work feeling completely aroused and couldn't wait to get back home to his wife. Time seemed to move so slow as he got through the day at work. All he wanted was to get home. When 6 o'clock came he rushed home so he could continue to celebrate with Michelle.

When Chris entered his home he usually was greeted by his wife and they exchanged a hug and kiss hello. Today was different. When he walked in the house was quiet and Michelle was not there in the living room. He could hear some soft music coming from upstairs so he slowly made his way up to see what was going on. As he moved closer to the bedroom he started to smell a familiar aroma in the air. When he was just about in the room he knew what he was smelling, it was his shaving cream.

He walked through the doorway and there was the sexiest sight he had seen. His gorgeous wife completely nude on the bed, legs spread with a towel under her perfect ass, and shaving cream covering her pubic region. There was a bowl of water next to Michelle and she held a razor in her hand. She gave a devilish smile to Chris and said "I think you know what to do with this birthday boy."

Chris slowly approached the bed, still taking in the erotic vision before him. Michelle regularly shaved her sweet pussy but had let it grow for a week or so because she knew Chris had longed to perform the process for her. Chris's hand was almost shaking as he took the razor from her. "You better get that under control before you start down there."

Chris smiled, "Don't you worry babe, I won't let anything happen to this beautiful pussy."

He dipped the razor into the water and slowly began to remove the hair from her mound. Each stroke with the razor revealed a little more of her soft skin around her pussy lips. Chris cleaned every hair from around her pussy and down to her ass. He wiped away the excess cream with the towel and gazed on the bald sweetness before him. He bent down to kiss her between her legs but Michelle stopped him.

"Not yet baby," she told him, "let's get you out of those clothes."

Michelle slowly pulled Chris's shirt over his head stopping when it was covering his face. As she held it there she leaned in and took one of his nipples into her mouth. He moaned with surprise as she sucked gently. Michelle finished removing his shirt and moved her hands to the button on his pants. She opened the button and slid the zipper down. She pulled down his pants and underwear together and as she was pulling them off his large cock bounced up against her cheek. She looked up at Chris with lust and began to lick the underside of his dick. As she reached the tip she took the entire head into her mouth. She sucked up and down on him and Chris began to moan with pleasure.

Chris loved the feeling of Michelle's lips wrapped around his cock. She was excellent at giving blowjobs and knew exactly what Chris liked. He was trying to keep from erupting into her mouth but was very close to letting her taste his seed.

He reached down to her head with both hands and slowly guided her mouth from his cock. He brought her face up to his and kissed her. He let his tongue explore her mouth as his hands explored her body. Chris backed Michelle toward the bed until she fell back onto it. He spread her legs and began to kiss his way up her thighs to the shaved sweetness that awaited him. 

His tongue reached her outer lips and he began to lick up and down on each one. He started to poke his tongue into the inner folds of her pussy to try and taste her juices. As he plunged his tongue deep into her opening Michelle arched her back let out a loud moan of pleasure. Chris continued to probe the depths of her pussy and then moved his lips and tongue to her most sensitive area, her swollen clit. 

At first he just circled her clit with his tongue to tease her. He was kissing a licking all around her love button but refused to make direct contact. "You better stop teasing me or you aren't going to get your present," she told him. 

"What is it that you want my dear," Chris asked while smirking at her. 

"I want you to suck and lick my clit and make me cum on your face," Michelle pleaded. 

"Well ask and you shall receive," said Chris and he closed his lips around clit. 

Chris massaged her clit with his tongue getting her closer and closer to ultimate release. Chris knew Michelle was close to cumming so he decided to let her finish. He slowly inserted a finger into her opening and began to thrust as he licked. Michelle couldn't not take it anymore and began bucking her hips against Chris's mouth and screaming "don't stop, don't stop, I'm cumming, I'm cumming". He didn't stop and her climax made her whole body shake. He happily moved his tongue back to the warm opening of her pussy and began to suck at the juices that were flowing.

Chris climbed on top of his panting wife and placed the head of his dick at her warm hole. She reached around him and placed her hands on his ass and pulled. His full length plunged into her and his balls came to rest on her. The two looked at each other with pure joy as he began to move in and out of her. Chris believed that being inside of Michelle was the greatest feeling on earth.

As he thrust himself in and out of her wet shaved pussy he grew closer and closer to unleashing a load of cum deep inside her. Sensing he was close Michelle told him "time for your birthday present baby." Chris looked puzzled because what other present could there be then fucking this beautiful sexy woman that was under him. 

"What else can there be," he asked. 

"Well tonight, I want you to cum wherever you want." Chris couldn't believe his ears. He longed to shoot a big load of cum inside his wife's tight ass for so long. 

"Are you sure," he asked. 

"Yes baby, anywhere," she moaned. 

"I want to cum deep inside your ass," he said excitedly.

Michelle had anticipated that answer and reached over to the night stand to grab something. It was a small tube of lubricant that she handed to Chris. His eyes got big as he now knew this was actually going to happen. He pulled his throbbing cock out of her pussy and opened the tube. Michelle turned over on her hands and knees and presented her ass to him. Instead of applying the lubricant right away he decided to try and get away with one more thing since it was his birthday. He got down on his knees behind her and used his hands to open her thighs and expose her pussy. He dove his tongue in and tasted her sweetness again. As Michelle moaned from receiving another tongue lashing Chris slowly moved up closer to her tight backdoor. He slowly ran his tongue close to the small opening to see how she would react. So far she was just panting so he decided this was green light to keep going. He placed the tip of his tongue at her anal opening and began to lick. 

She was surprised he was doing this and was about to tell him to stop, but it felt so good she just let it go. Chris stood up and opened the bottle of lubricant. He squeezed some of it down the crack of her ass and began to rub it into her opening. He then applied some to his hard cock to prepare to enter her virgin backdoor. 

He placed the head of his cock in position and began to slowly push. There was a little resistance to his large member but soon her ass relaxed and the head was in. Michelle twinged a little at the pain but the pleasure that soon followed was enough to let him continue. "Oh my god Michelle, your ass is so tight around my dick, it feels so good". Chris began to slide his lubricated cock deeper and deeper into her dark unexplored cave of pleasure.

Michelle moved her fingers to her wet pussy and inserted two of them. Chris could feel the presence of her fingers through the thin wall that separated her ass and pussy. He picked up the pace of his thrusting and wanted so badly to fill her ass with the warm seed from his balls. He told Michelle he was getting close and wanted her to cum too. She removed her fingers from her snatch and focused on her engorged clit.

"I'm going to cum, I'm going to cum, please fill my tight ass with your hot load," is all Michelle could manage to say as the waves of pleasure took over her body. Chris grabbed a handful of her hair and slammed his cock deep into her and began to shake as his manhood erupted in orgasm. The cum flowed like a waterfall into her ass as she also climaxed.

Chris and Michelle both collapsed onto the bed with him still inside her. Both of them completely spent. Chris rolled off of Michelle and laid next to her naked sweat body. He kissed her gently and said "Thank You for the best birthday ever." 

She gazed at him lovingly and said "there is just one more thing," and she rolled over, reached between her legs and inserted a finger into her freshly fucked ass. She pulled out her cum covered finger and put it to her mouth. She opened her lips and licked the finger clean. Chris could not believe what he was seeing and with no explanation of how it happened his cock exploded another load of cum onto her beautiful tits.

Michelle slowly rubbed it in and smiled as she told him "Happy Birthday baby," and they both fell asleep in each others arms.



Birthday Show



"Thank you so much, Eddie," I said again with a sigh of relief. "If you couldn't put me up for the weekend, I wasn't sure what I'd do."

"Hey, no problem," she said. "But you remember our agreement."

I sighed. "Tonight I have to let somebody buy me a drink."

"You got it." Eddie's smirk was obvious, but even though I only looked a little chagrinned at that, the truth was the agreement could turn out to be problematic. But I didn't want her to know that it was anything beyond my own self-consciousness.

As she showed me into her apartment and directed me to the guest bedroom, my mind was awhirl with possibilities for ways I could get out of it. I knew that having me let somebody buy me a drink would be just the beginning to what Eddie wanted "for" me. For all she knew, I hadn't had sex ever since my birthday, and she was jonesing for me to get some action. She didn't know that Chris and I had hooked up, and I wasn't telling her or it would give the surprise away.

Getting Eddie to let me stay at her apartment over the weekend was instrumental in my plans. I allowed myself a small amount of resistance, so that she wouldn't become suspicious that I was up to something, but eventually gave in. I had a feeling that she would've let me stay at her place even if I hadn't agreed to her deal, but I didn't want to take the chance that she wouldn't. I wouldn't quite say I was submissive, but I did tend to agree to things I didn't feel bold enough to do, even if I didn't go through with them.

Eddie expected me to hedge, but I also expected her to dig her heels in and pull against my resistance. It was close to her birthday. I'm sure she was trying to give herself a birthday present of my getting some action. It was a strange friendship. Only recently did I realize her role as voyeur, though I don't know how it could have taken me so long.

"Well, come on and get dressed," she instructed me. "I'm taking you out to dinner before we go to the bar."

I hoped she hadn't planned anything at dinner, too.

"I picked something out for you. It's hanging in the closet."

"Do you realize how much of a dom you sound like?" I asked, opening the closet despite my comment.

"I don't see you complaining."

"There's free food," I joked and then looked at the outfit.

It wasn't anything slutty, I was pleased to see. Eddie did show some taste with how she intended to dress me. It was a deep purple collared blouse and a black skirt. A black lace bra and matching pair of panties were draped over the hanger.

"Um...thanks," I said, taking down the outfit. "This is actually pretty nice."

"Actually?"

"I expected you were going to try to drop me into some guy's bed. I thought you'd try to slut me up."

Eddie looked insulted by this, which in hindsight I realized it was rather an unfair supposition. "What? Oh, come on. It's true I want you to get some action, but do you really think I'd change you to get it?"

"Sorry."

But I shouldn't have apologized. An hour later, I was dressed in Eddie's hand-chosen outfit, feeling pretty exposed. Sure, the blouse was three-quarter sleeved, but the last button fastened just over where the bra clasped. I looked at my reflection in the mirror on the bathroom door and the wide play of pale-white skin. You couldn't see the black lace of the bra, but when I looked down at the bra-hoisted breasts, the tender flesh and delicate fabric, not to mention the hook-clasp of the front-fastening bra shone rather luridly. She at least wanted me to get felt-up.

I gathered the front of the shirt and tried to close it, thinking maybe I could find a safety pin, but it was too tight. It was amazing how large the bra and shirt made my breasts look, though they were nothing to write home about in actuality. There was no way that the shirt could close. It was completely flat, ungiving of any curves, and now I understood why.

And then there was the skirt. It was tight and went down to just above my knees, but no matter how much it covered in the front, there was an obscene slit in the back that ended right at my crotch. If I wasn't careful to take small steps, some lucky guy would get a great view of my pasty cheeks showing through the black lace of my panties.

The bathroom door swung open and Eddie walked out, smiling in approval. "Ah good, you're ready."

"Eddie, I can't wear this!" I said, dismayed. 

"Why not?"

"It's...uh...ah!" I said, for lack of appropriate words.

"It doesn't show anything," she told me, coming over and playing with the collar of my shirt. "They won't be able to see a thing unless they're right here." Her face was only inches from mine and she looked down. Her breath brushed the tops of my breasts, and I felt an odd excitement at it.

I clamped my hand over the crevice between my breasts. "Nooo."

"Pleeeeeease," she said, taking my other hand and hoisting it above her head and around her neck. "Do it for my birthday. It's classy almost-exhibitionism. You're not really showing anything, but they'll all wonder what you're not quite showing."

"But...ah...not at the restaurant," I protested.

"Alright, a compromise," she said. "We won't go to the restaurant. We'll just grab some bar food."

"How is that a compromise?"

She eyed me shrewdly. "Think of it this way. Wearing something slutty in a normal place is sluttier than wearing it in a slutty place, not that this is slutty...but you get my meaning."

I sighed and let my shoulders slump forward. "Fine. But here's my compromise. I am sleeping here tonight. And not with any strangers." 

"Oh, so if it's not a stranger, that's fine?"

"I won't know anybody," I asserted, praying that that would be true. "I only know you on this side of town."

"How about if I know them."

"No."

"Oh come on, you let that guy on the train fuck you."

I winced at that. "That was different."

"How?"

"It...I didn't...it's just different, Eddie!" Oh God, she really was trying to get me into some guy's bed, or get some guy into me. And though it wasn't as if Chris and I were dating, I didn't want to sleep with anybody else when our plan was to go into action tomorrow morning.

"Eddie please," I begged. "Please, please, please let me just go at my pace, okay? God knows I'm clamoring for sex, but I just don't feel comfortable with this."

She scrutinized me for a moment and then said, "Okay, only do what you're comfortable with. But...will you at least keep an open mind about...even just...making out? Lord knows you need it, girl."

"Alright," I conceded. "I'll keep it in mind. We'll see what happens."

I made sure to grab a coat before we left, though it was due to more than just the cold of the evening. The cold was a pretty significant point, though. The lace didn't offer much cover for my nipples, and I could tell that just the slightest hardening would be quite obscenely obvious.

The bar we went to was within walking distance, and Eddie gave me a spare key to her apartment, which lessened my unease. I wanted to stick it out as long as possible, for her sake, without ruining things for tomorrow. Having these added securities made me less likely to balk. Training wheels.

The evening was pretty young still, when we arrived. I saw several of the older crowd, taking the edge off the end of the workday with a few shots or a cozy pint. Some were gnawing on a bit of pub-fare. The sight of the food made my own stomach pinch me insistently. I didn't know how it could be hungry when I, myself, was so nervous. 

Eddie and I found a table and ate our dinners. I was conscious of the cool wood of the wood bare against the back of my legs, where the slit exposed them. And every time I reached for my drink or reached further than my plate, my cleavage pressed together. There was a sheen on my skin that pronounced the sensation. I was aware of that, too, the slight oiliness and the little bit of sweat from my nerves.

Every guy that walked into the bar, I imagined as a potential drink-buyer, and good-looking or not, it unnerved me each time. I ate a little too fast and the alcohol seemed to be settling in my stomach, rather than in my head. All in all, my nerves and the fare started me down an unsteady path.

I know I should've been thinking about Eddie a little more than I was, but by the time she had finished her food and ordered herself a couple more shots, I had worried myself into a rather sick state. 

"Let's move this up to the bar."

"Eddie, I'm not feeling too well. Can we do this another night?"

Eddie looked at me suspiciously, but I thought I noticed a hint of concern. "Here, knock one of these back. It'll settle your nerves."

I considered the amber booze in her shot glass and set my hand on my stomach. "I don't think—" I mumbled.

"Go on, it'll help, swear to God," she insisted. The shot glass was set into my hold.

"No, I—"

"Go on!" she repeated. "Don't think about it, just do it!"

She wasn't going to let me refuse, so I decided to have done with it. I lifted the tiny glass and threw the stuff into my mouth, and almost retched from the turpentine she called a drink.

Needless to say, that was the last straw, and after leaving my dinner in the restroom and dunking my face into a sink of cold water, Eddie took me back to her place.

"Honest to God," Eddie sighed as she undressed me and slipped one of her slinky negligees over my shaky body. "I've heard the phrase 'worried sick' but I never thought I'd see somebody actually worry themselves sick before."

"I'm sorry, Eddie," I mumbled, feeling relieved, wretched, and like a bit of a heel for ruining her night like this. But at least it kept me from doing anything with somebody when I had tomorrow to look forward to.

"Oh, don't worry," she sighed again. "I guess I've gotta take what I can get, huh?"

"I'll make it up to you, I promise."

"Shh, just forget about it, huh? I'm the one who forced you to wear that outfit and made you agree to let somebody buy you a drink. It was selfish of me. You just needed a place to stay! It was an unfair request."

"I'll make it up to you," I repeated.

"Just shut up and sleep," she ordered, covering my mouth with her hand. "I'll get you some ginger ale in the morning, okay? It'll help your stomach if it's still upset."

"Thanks," I said, my voice muffled by her hand.

***

When morning came, I was feeling much better and for the first minute or so, luxuriated in the feeling of the silk of her garment against my naked body. Eddie's sheets were soft and sleek, which felt beautiful as I moved my legs from side to side between them.

And then I heard Eddie moving around outside my room. There was a knock on the door and she called through, "Still feeling like shit, or are you up for some coffee?"

Before I answered, I remembered the day and my mission. I stole a glance at the clock and saw that Chris' ready-time had passed. He would be in position and waiting. Somehow I had to get Eddie out of the apartment and her question provided me the perfect opportunity.

"Uh...um, can't do coffee," I called back in a weak voice, hoping I could fool her well enough through a door.

There was a pause. "Yeah, guess you really got sick, didn't you? I heard you tossing and turning."

No, that would be my luxuriating in her bedding, I thought to myself. Aloud, I said, "Sorry."

"Oh quit apologizing," she said, not unkindly. "I'll be back soon with some of that ginger ale I promised. Get some more rest."

"'Kay..."

I fell silent and waited, listening closely to the sounds of the apartment. There was a pause outside the room, her footsteps heading away. The clack of a mug on a Formica counter. And then finally I heard the jingling of keys and the door shut.

The moment I was sure she was gone, I shot out of bed, feeling a little uneasy in my stomach still but otherwise ready for the day. My first mission a success, I would need to find the perfect spot for our plot to play out.

As Eddie had been showing me around before we went to dinner the night before, I had scoped things out. It had given me a fair idea, at least, where to look, which was good as I had very little time should things go the way we hoped. We needed to be highly visible while affording Eddie the cover she would want. At least I assumed she wanted it. The whole point of it was for her to have the peeping tom role, the stolen secret view of a private rendezvous. 

Mirror. Where had I seen a mirror? Obviously there was a mirror over the sink in the bathroom, but sometime yesterday, I had seen a rather notable mirror.

As I ran toward Eddie's bathroom, thinking that perhaps it had been there, a smirk started on my face. That's right. Yesterday I had been standing right here in the hallway, looking at my reflection on the bathroom door. Even if the bathroom had only a small mirror over the sink, we might still be able to use this to our advantage.

I took only a moment to stop and admire my pale body in the dark purple negligee and then stepped into the master bath. The room was large, as far as bathrooms went. The bathroom sink was set into a vanity counter, backed by an entire wall of mirror. And in the reflection as I entered the room, I saw a Jacuzzi set into a high tile foundation.

I hardly had any time to consider the perfect spot and angle of the door before the buzz sounded. It made me nearly jumped out of my skin. I took one quick, steadying breath before running back toward Eddie's front door and the com. I pressed the button.

"Hello?"

"Yeah, it's me." It was Chris' voice. It was low, but loud enough so that he must have been speaking very close-up to the speaker. 

"Come up, quick," I told him, pressing the button to unlock the door. 

The moment I was sure he had let himself in, I ran back to the guest bedroom and dug through to the bottom of my suitcase, where I had stashed a pile of condoms. I grabbed a handful and stuffed them into the top of the negligee as I reached in for one of those on-the-go teeth-brushers. I hadn't had a chance to brush the night before, nor had I that morning.

The little bead of freshening gel burst in my mouth and I tried not to gag at the cloying sweetness. I brushed with vigor as I hurried to the front door, eventually ridding myself of any sour taste left in my mouth. I was afforded a few moments to dispose of the plastic brush and check that a condom was well at-hand before the knock came on the door.

I opened the door and pulled him in quickly. "Did she see you?" I asked before I kissed him. It was with relief that I did it. Feeling his lips against mine was the assurance I needed to know that he was here. Finally.

After a moment of my voracious kiss, he pulled back and said breathlessly, "Yeah. She watched me press the buzzer."

I kissed him again, holding the front of his shirt tight in my fingers, making them hurt and go a little numb.

"Are you sure you're okay with this?" I felt awkward and jittery being apart from him, with so little time and so much to do, so I started to work his buttons.

"Yes," he answered, kicking his shoes off and moving us both into the room. "It's the strangest thing I've ever done, but I'd be lying if I said I wasn't turned on by it."

"Waiter-patron fetish?" I asked, leading him toward the hallway.

"You look totally hot." He leaned down to kiss at my neck, almost distracting me from our progression into the apartment.

"It's Eddie's."

"Wearing Eddie's clothes, getting screwed in Eddie's apartment," he breathed into my neck. The air was hot and wet beneath my hair. The words alone were enough to send a thrill through me, but the air made me pull a little harder on his shirt, shoving his hot mouth harder against my neck. His lips closed over my skin and sucked very lightly, his tongue making circles. 

"And spied on by Eddie." I stopped and pushed his shirt from his shoulders, dropping it into the hall. Behind him were his shoes and a sock. We would leave breadcrumbs to lead her to our secret carnal rendezvous. I could only hope she had followed him.

"Don't go too far until she's here," I whispered into his ear as he worked on his pants. 

"How will we know?"

"I don't know." His pants slid down his legs. We both stopped as he bent down to free his ankles from the fabric and slip his other sock off. I looked at the way the muscles in his back flexed as he did what he needed to. There was something erotic about it.

I reached out and placed my hands on his muscles, not pronounced, not gaudy, but lean and ready. His skin was warm and just a little moist. Maybe he would kiss and lick between my legs, the way he had before. I would see him like this, his back bare in front of me and his face hidden from my sight.

At the feel of my hand, he reached out and touched my calf. His thumb tapped against the hem of the negligee, causing the silken fabric to brush my skin lightly. I sucked in a shallow breath. My heartbeat quickened.

It was barely audible, the sound of a door closing, but I heard it. Chris' head snapped up, at first cocking to one side to listen and then facing upward, his eyes meeting mine.

She's here, he mouthed.

Are you sure you're okay with this? I asked noiselessly, thankful that I didn't have to speak aloud, as my heart had skipped in excitement. 

Yes, he whispered. The little bit of noise sounded as brash and bold as a man standing naked in the middle of a banquet room yelling out his answer. I let out a gasp, which turned into a whimper as his hand slid up my calf and touched the back of my thigh.

"Is there a place with a mirror?" he whispered.

"There's one in...ah...the bathroom," I breathed, gasping out when his fingers brushed the hollow behind my knee. My voice was louder than I had intended, but we had discussed earlier that we should make it sound as if we were looking for mirrors so that I could watch myself get taken.

He kissed the inside of my thigh through the silken gown and teased me with a finger running up between my legs before he stood and captured my mouth in another kiss. The urgency in the movement took my breath away. The voracity of his mouth on mine, the passion in the way he held me strong and tight, his penis' stiffness poking the fabric between my legs, and the knowledge that Eddie was most likely hiding at the end of the hall watching all this, was enough to make me lose all strength in my knees and buckle in his arms with a loud moan.

Chris' hand clutched the fabric at the small of my back, tightening it around my waist and stomach. Using it to pull and his body to push, he guided me backwards toward the bathroom. When we were almost there by my estimation, he took his lips from mine and hissed into my ear, "I see her looking. She's watching you."

He didn't say 'us,' he said 'you.' Though I was already heady with lust, this did register. She was watching me, watching me get carried off to have sex, and she wanted it. She wanted to see my sex, see his enter it, watch the movement of my body and the shudders that would go through me...

I shuddered just at the thought and let out a long, low noise as he licked the base of my throat. I hardly noticed the bathroom door pass by us, though a moment later he paused and turned us both around as he searched the bathroom. After only a moment, he noticed what I had, the wide counter of the Jacuzzi, where he set me down. I looked across and was dismayed to realize that the counter was too high and blocked the view.

"Chris, sh—I can't see," I managed, looking at my flushed face and the obvious hardened points on the chest of the negligee. 

He looked behind him and saw this, too. For a moment, he was at a loss, but he quickly picked me up again and set me down on the counter, right next to the door.

But Eddie, I whispered into his ear, hardly making a sound, knowing I had to be quiet or she would find out our plan.




Birthday Show



He pursed his lips and looked around us, then murmured in my ear, loud enough for her to hear, "Let me find something lower, so that I can pleasure you properly."

Pleasure me...I recalled the feel of his tongue inside me and shivered, noticing a pool of moisture gather at the seat of the gown. "Hurry," I moaned in his ear. "I'm soaking..."

He leaned down and captured a bit of my neck in his lips, sucking very lightly. "I'll be right back."

I was so weak for him that I had to lean back against the mirror. As soon as he left, I reached into the bodice of the gown and retrieved the handful of condom packages. They had been uncomfortable, poking at my skin. Now, I dumped them out on the counter. When I brought my eyes back up from depositing my horde, I caught the slightest of movements in the mirror on the door.

"Here." Chris reappeared from a door outside the bathroom, a small vanity chair in his hand. He set it down in the middle of the room. Once I was seated in it, he stood and swung the door in, so that the exterior mirror was facing me. Then, he walked back toward me and I watched his reflection kneel down beside me. The front of his boxer briefs were pointing luridly at me, as if it was staking its claim.

"Watch the mirror," he murmured in my ear, "and just relax."

As directed, I watched as his hands rose up. His left hand slunk around my back and settled on my shoulder, its index finger dipping down and burying under the strap. His right brushed lightly over my left breast. My tender, hardened nipple tweaked and sent a jolt of sensation into me. I watched my face, the puckering between my eyebrows and wide gape of my mouth as I gasped.

On his knees, Chris shifted behind me, but not before I noticed how much the bulge at the front of his underwear had grown. I tried to crane my neck to see around, but his breath hissed in my ear and his whispered, "Watch yourself...watch what I do to you," tickled the downy hairs on my cheek.

My eyes were drawn back immediately when I noticed a bit of pink in the reflection, right next to where my face was. My eyes snapped up in time to notice his tongue just a moment before the tip of it traced a fine line up my earlobe. I shivered and then gasped out again as his thumb thrummed my alert nipple under the purple silk.

His mouth nipped at my earlobe, just the very bottom, the soft bit surrounding my earring. His nose excited the short hairs at the edge of my cheek. Then his hand, the one on my shoulder, began to move, and my eyes went there. I watched him slowly slip the negligee strap toward the tip of my shoulder as his nose, mouth, and thumb continued to produce gasp after moan from their stimulations.

Teasingly, toyingly slowly, he removed first one strap and then the next, as his mouth worked at my ear, neck, and the edge of my jaw. I saw every movement of his lips and tongue, when I wasn't transfixed by his fingers slowly baring my body. 

Finally, the straps limp over my arms, his hands moved to the top of the bodice, to tug it down and expose my breasts to my view. "Don't close your eyes," he breathed before setting a trail of sucks and kisses down my neck and over my shoulder. The fabric was drawn down slowly. I felt it as I saw it, the shimmery purple slipping down the swells of my breasts and the hem of fabric grating ever so slightly on my nipple. I moaned loudly, the sound echoing off the tile and mirrors of the bathroom. I felt my head start to go back on instinct to arch myself into his touch and close my eyes to savor the sensation, but his command rang through my head and I made a noted effort not to break my gaze.

My nipples, hard and protruding like two firm erasers, popped out of the negligee's hold. My breasts, though not large, were still full for their size. I pictured them as peaches, especially when his mouth moved to the side of one and opened, as if to take a bite. I quivered as his mouth hovered, lips parted, eyes looking intently at them. I let out another loud noise, this one more like a plea. My head tried to tilt back again. I grasped the side of the seat and looked myself in the eyes, trying to convince myself I could keep my eyes on this show for the entirety of it. I wanted to see what Eddie saw.

The warm, wet touch caught me by surprise. As I had taken my eyes from his mouth, I hadn't seen his tongue creep out and press against the round side of my breast. It dragged up, slightly rough and dragging, almost sticking, to the skin. Then his lips came together and I felt him suck as the tip of his tongue swirled. I couldn't see the movement of his tongue, only feel it. He seemed to realize this, too, as he released me from his mouth and, instead, took me in his hand.

His hands and mouth continued over my chest, making me giddy and light-headed. He was careful in the angle of his head to keep his actions visible, and I had no problems voicing my pleasure. It was amazing how strongly I was affected just by watching, and even more so as I tried to imagine what Eddie was doing as she watched? Would she be touching herself?

My torso was bared, my whole front bathed by his tongue, when his hand dropped to my ankle. He pulled it to the side and gathered the hem of the night dress. Rather than draw it up slowly, he lifted it and draped it over my thighs, exposing my calves. I saw a gap between my knees leading into the darkness, where the air was hot and wet, and getting moreso as the morning progressed.

He ran his fingers up the inside of my right calf as he kissed my knee. Then he put a hand on each knee and spread them apart slowly, deliberately. In my hand, I caught the skirt of the negligee and pulled it back. I saw my glistening skin, the folds swollen and pink and practically dripping. He stopped pulling my knees only long enough to loop his left arm around my back and grasp my inner thighs. The sensation of being spread like this was fantastic, being exposed by somebody else's doing, at somebody else's whim. What would it feel like if Eddie did it? Her arms were strong and she had the command.

My legs were far enough apart that I saw a puddle beneath me, soaking the purple fabric and no doubt, the cushion below me. My lips were wide apart, the heavy desire making them gape luridly and expose the flaps protecting my entrance. The seam at the edge of them was oozing. I felt an ache deep inside and watched as a little drop dripped onto the seat.

"Watch my hand," Chris murmured into my skin as he kissed my thigh. His hand brushed up the tender inside of my leg. I shivered as it inched closer and closer. His other hand worked the other leg. His dry skin pulled at my moist as his hands drew closer together. 

They stopped at the top of my legs and pulled back a little to expose my folds. Then his index fingers slowly curled in, reaching for the drip of moisture. I shivered as I watched, anticipating the sensation, imagining the sight of being penetrated. I moaned out even before he touched me and heard my opening smack hungrily.

Then he touched me. His fingertips met and sunk ever-so-slightly into my folds, just at the base where my opening drooled. I whimpered and started to roll my head back before I caught myself. Keep watching. Instead of sink into me, as I expected, his fingers drew up, parting my wings and showing me the slick, sensitive skin inside. Halfway up, his fingers changed direction, pulling back the wings, pinning them to the inside of my thighs, leaving me open for us all to see.

It was a pink oval, the flaps a little darker on the edges, I assumed from all the rubbing against my panties or by my fingers or by my toys. The edges looked rough, even though I knew from experience, they were thick and plush and spongy. The pink turned vibrant going inward, the crevice like a wide pink valley between my legs. 

And just at the base of the valley was the entrance to my cave.

One hand moved above my mound, the fingers spread to pin me open. The other hand brushed down the skin, being careful to show as much as it could of what it was doing. The fingers inched closer and closer to my hole. It squelched and smacked in eager anticipation. I watched it fluctuate. 

His fingers reached the hole. All but one drew back to the hand, leaving one to point at the hole. Little dribbles ran to the seat, completely unhindered by my folds. I was as exposed as I could be. Anything could enter me, as he held me fast, as he spread me wide. I shouted out.

"Do you want it?" he whispered.

"Yes," I panted, very close to a sob.

His finger stroked the very opening, teasing it and making it reach out for him. I let out another gasp. "Please...please..." I begged.

"Keep watching," he instructed. Then the single finger dipped into the opening. I watched it disappear at the same moment I felt it inside me, moving a little bit at a time. I had felt his penis inside me before, and his tongue, and the way they pressed against my walls made me feel filled, a little more satisfied. But such a small object inside me, just his single finger, my walls hardly touched it. He kept it steady, didn't push up or down, to either side. I was crazed to feel more everywhere, but all I got was that one tiny tease, which was maddening and stimulating.

My hands were becoming numb, clutching the chair as hard as I was. I was hunched over. I was determined not to let myself look away and miss a moment, but I needed more so much, it was almost impossible.

His finger had completely disappeared, right up to the knuckle. I shouted out. My hips rocked forward. I moaned and shook. But no matter what I did, his finger never moved. 

But then it began to pull out, slowly as it had come. I let out a juddering moan of disappointment and felt my aching inner muscles clench, a fruitless effort to pull him back in and keep him there. The finger completely pulled out and I noticed it glistening with the moisture from inside me, right up to the very tip. It played around my forced-apart folds and my inner thigh and then disappeared inside me again, still not pressing against my walls, still maddeningly small and elusive, with just enough contact for my body to know he was there.

"Chris," I half-growned, half-cried. "Chris please. Please."

"Please what?" he murmured, his head to the side of my torso. He turned his face to my ribcage. I felt his hot breath on my side. His lips pressed against my damp skin.

"I want to...feel you...inside me."

"You can't feel me?"

"Hanh...not...what I meant."

The tip of his finger curled up just enough that it tapped the roof and I hummed, my head fighting to roll either forward or back as I tried to keep watch.

"Tell me what you mean," he says. "What do you want to see?"

The words formed in my head, my request. As they did, I pictured the meaning of the words in my mind and my walls squeezed in, trying to press against his finger.

"I want...you," I said, not brave enough to say the words.

"What part of me?"

"Y...your p—penis," I answered, my face going from flushed to red. "I unnnnh...I want to see your...penis p--penetrate me."

His finger pulled out again and the tip circled the opening. "You want my penis here?" he asked and moved the finger in and out a few times.

"Yes."

"You want to see it?" he whispered loudly.

"Yes!" I gasped, tearing one of my hands from the seat and grabbing madly for the counter, where the stash of condoms was.

His hands released me, a string of my wetness still connecting me to his finger. Then he stood and slipped out of his boxer briefs. It looked like a tricky ordeal, with his erection a large, hard obstacle. His hands clamped onto my shoulders then. I could feel my wetness on his finger, cold from the bathroom air, and smell the thick, tangy scent of my own arousal. His hands slid down and squeezed my upper arms. He lifted me up. My knees were so weak, I was hardly any help, but we managed it somehow.

The negligee was gathered at my waist, but with just a few nudges from his hands, it fell into a puddle around my ankles. One arm held me around my middle, and with his other, he lifted my hand grasping the condom wrapper to my mouth.

"Open it for me."

My hand quaked. I didn't want to waste time with this. I wanted him now. But a small voice inside me, the logical reason, reminded me that a small delay here could save a possible enormous inconvenience for the rest of my life. 

I watched as I opened my mouth just enough to put the wrapper's toothed edge between my teeth and I pulled down. The round, violet edge of the contents appeared and I could taste the grape flavoring as my lip brushed over it. I captured the edge between my lips, not wanting to puncture the latex with my teeth and nullifying the entire purpose of the thing. The spermicide was slick and the violet disc shone vividly against my pale skin.

Chris' lips lowered to my ear and he breathed into it, "You look so erotically amazing like that." It wasn't loud enough for Eddie to hear, but I know that my reaction was what he was aiming for, in the back of my mind I know, as every other little bit of me was so overwhelmed by him.

I gasped and the condom dropped from my mouth. His hand was waiting and caught it easily. He fingered it for a moment to figure out which side was which, and then slowly rolled it onto his stiff penis. I watched his skin get swallowed by the purple layer, knowing that soon, it would be the lips of my sex swallowing him deep down into its throat.

Finally he was sheathed, and with a breathed whisper of "Time for me to take you," he bent down and wrapped his hand around the back of my knee. My other knee was shaking, and I knew that were he not holding me tight, I'd have collapsed by now.

As he straightened, he lifted my knee. I kept my eyes on us. The back of my thigh had a few streaks of wetness that glistened in the bathroom's light, and the movement of the air seemed to chill it. His mouth returned to the crook in my neck and blew hot breath onto my skin, warming me. I still shivered, but now it was from the lurid scene of my legs being spread, my lips swollen, red, and gaping open. There were a few droplets hanging from them, threatening to drip onto my toes.

"Spread yourself wide open," he murmured. 

My left hand brushed down my stomach, through my tangle of curly dark hair, and to my mound. I dipped one finger in just enough to touch my clitoris and the pleasure stung up through my body in an amazing shock. My moan was almost a yell and I swallowed it before I could let myself roll over into climax.

My fingers slipped to the inside of my lips and as I drew my hand down, spread them. Then I caught my inner folds at the base and slipped my fingers into the warm, slick crevice, pulling them wide apart. 

"Now watch me push into you," he said, stepping to the side and turning slightly. His purple-wrapped penis pointed at my opening, possessively. He was going to take me, he was staking his claim.

I did not think about how we had practiced this position. I didn't dwell on how awkward the position was. What I thought about was Eddie's eyes, somewhere in front of me, anticipating the penetration I was about to experience.

He moved his pelvis closer to me and the bulging head touched the base of my labia and the edge of my opening. I panted out a plea and balled my free fist. His head slid up along my slit and between my widely-spread lips, then back down to the base. I touched it with one finger, pressing him into my opening. He moved forward again and, as soon as I was sure he wouldn't pop out, I took my finger away, leaving nothing in the way of the sight of him being enveloped by my body.

Chris pushed slowly in. I saw every inch but the last few disappear. His head pressed against the front of my walls. He pulled back out and I saw the purple coating glistening with my natural lubricant. He swung his hips forward and back a few times, very small movements, but rubbing in such a delicious spot inside me. Then he stabbed forward, hitting the furthest nook.

I let out another yell, my knee buckling. But his arm kept me up. Though my hand shook horribly, I was able to keep my lips spread, and he pulled out and swung quickly forward again. His lips nipped at my earlobe and he whispered, "Eddie just saw me plunge far up inside you."

His hips retreated again and my walls tried to cling desperately at him. The pressure built as he again bobbed a few times in that one spot and then shot forward. My hand was shaking so bad now, I couldn't hold myself open, so my other hand flew down and, each taking a wing, pinned myself as I clutched my thighs.

He started a rhythm, deep undulating thrusts interrupted every fifth or sixth by a g-spot massage. My moans became louder and more frequent and I felt my minute bit of control begin to slip away until I couldn't even clasp my thighs. 

"Nnnuh! I...oh Chris!" I keened, grabbing for the bathroom counter.

"Don't look away," he commanded, though I could hear his own control beginning to slip.

"I...I...uuunh...try," I managed. My body began to quake, and I noticed his hold became a bit unsteady. In result, he sped his thrusts, and his even movements became juddery. 

My hands clung to the counter and my torso was bent forward. As Chris' sweating body lost more control, I found ourselves turned and my raised leg being clamped against my chest, my knee in my armpit. His other hand grabbed at the counter beside mine and his thrusts, now coming from behind instead of from a skewed side-angle, punched deep, deep into me, so that I could almost feel him in my throat.

I lost all track of the room and of the situation, only able to dwell in the hazy, buzzing, electrified pleasure. The blood was rushing to my head. My moans had become one continuous long vocalization. 

And then I felt him spasm, and he shoot forward, not even stopping when he reached my deepest depth, carrying me forward a good foot. I shoved myself back against him and my walls squeezed as tight as they could, and our muscles pulsed and fluctuated. I felt him cum, though the condom kept him from filling me, and my own body shuddered and spasmed in orgasm.

Just as my orgasm began to abate, I felt a pinching on one nipple and cried out. I felt my fluids flood inside me. He had softened inside me and some of the liquid was able to dribble out, but he kept in me as long as he could.

Finally, the climax at an end, I collapsed. I had absolutely no energy left. The after-spasms were almost too much.

Chris slipped down beside me and rested his back against the cabinets. We somehow managed to raise me so that my back rested against his chest to ride out the last of the tail-currents. 

As our breaths slowed and I returned to myself, I heard a strangled moan coming from the hallway. Chris' and my eyes met in the mirror and then we looked out into the hallway. We saw, though just barely, a lock of hair swaying back and forth, and then heard another moan. 

Chris and I caught each others eyes again in the mirror and I smiled a very satisfied smile. My last doubt was banished; Eddie had seen every bit.



Birthday Skirt Chapter Ch. 01



It was my 18th birthday, and my older brother who moved away last year had sent me a gift. When I opened it I saw the most beautiful pink skirt. When I tried it on it came just above my knees, and had a vary loose fit to it.

My family had never been able to afford such luxuries before; we were one of the poor families in this region. My parents sent me to school in what I thought was the worst school this state had to offer. We never ate out, and often never bought new clothes for years.

At school I'm the best of the best, I manage to keep my grades higher than everyone else, not that it shows much. I keep my shoulder length red hair pulled back in a bun, and I always have my reading glasses on. At school I was known as the red haired girl, and nobody ever paid me much attention. Few guys ever hit on me, and since I knew their motives I simply stayed away. I was the good girl at school.

The morning after my birthday I went to school wearing my new skirt, I even swayed my hips a little as I walked. It felt good to know I was looking at my best, and a lot of guys noticed the difference. 

When I went to close my locker after retrieving my books, I accidently shut my locker right on the corner of my dress. I was trying to tug it loose, oblivious to my surroundings, when one of the teachers accidently bumped into me. Startled I dropped my books.

"I'm so sorry Kelly!" He stammered quickly

"Please don't worry about" I didn't care much; he was my favorite teacher MR. Blake.

I had momentarily forgotten my skirt was caught, and bent over to pick up my books. My skirt lifted up over my round cheeks, revealing it too plainly to my teacher. I heard of few people behind me laugh, and my face went red. I also noticed that MR Blake seemed to be trying to cover something in his pants. He walked away.

Even though I was embarrassed by what had happened, I felt a tinge of joy at knowing I had given the teacher whom I had a crush on an erection. But it didn't seem like my class mates would be letting me forget they had seen my ass any time soon. This also meant that everyone at my school would soon learn about my secret, I never wore underwear. It's not because I'm a slut or anything, but my family can't afford it. I've got away with it for years now, but it seems I've run my race now.

The next day in class I wore my skirt again, but I didn't feel all that great about it. Students where laughing behind my back. I tried to avoid their eyes and went straight for my locker. I was working the combination on it when I suddenly felt a vary cold hand touch my lower chest. I came rigged and couldn't move. Suddenly I felt my skirt being lifted up every so slightly, and another pair of cold figures slide their way deep into my pussy.

I closed my eyes, not believing what was happening. The fingers continued to slide in and out of my clit, rubbing it. I was scared. I closed my eyes, well aware that everyone, the school geeks, as well as the football team, they were all watching my getting fingered.

But I realized I was starting to enjoy it. I let out a soft moan, and grinded my pussy against his fingers. My classmates around me started to laugh. I turned around and saw that my capture was a member of the football team, though I didn't know his name.

I turned around to face him, and stuck my hips out, giving him a smile. I had never felt such a sensation before; being watched was the best part. I even hiked up my skirt a little to give everyone a view of the happenings. I found my self losing control over my body, but I couldn't help loving it.

The bell rang and the students began to scatter, even my captor left me to head to class. I stood there for a moment, alone in the school hall, my wet pussy burning for more. It was the first time anyone, even myself, had ever touched me there. And I was eager for more.



Birthday Slave



It was a game they got to play twice a year, and each of them spent a full twelve months dreaming up new ways for it to play out. "Birthday Slave" they called it from the onset three years ago, when a humorous conversation about giving the gift of absolute sexual worship took a turn for the very serious. Jason and Andrea always enjoyed a healthy and active sex life, even after 10 years together they still wanted nothing more then to please each other no matter what it took. Their tradition was an opportunity to pay a loving and playful homage to their better half.

The rules were simple, on their respective birthdays they could call upon the other for complete oral servitude...anytime...anywhere. Jason awoke on the morning of his 30th birthday and immediately began to harden at the plan he dreamed up for his day. Just four months ago he had crawled between his wife's legs four times in a single day. After being called into action first thing in the morning, in the shower after the gym, and on the sink in the ladies room at the upscale country club after dinner with her family he thought his job was completed. Even after exiting the bathroom to meet a line of angry women, sneering at the still shining wetness that coated his chin and neck, Andrea had still demanded his services one last time before bed, earning a sore jaw for his labor. He didn't complain, he loved it, they both loved it. Total devotion for a single day with no obligation to return the favor, although they often did.

Andrea awoke and their eyes met. She began to run her hand gently down his chest, intending to travel all they way to his manhood and begin her day of servitude right away, but Jason caught her hand just inches from it's destination and pulled it back up to it's starting position. "Not now" he whispered, still groggy from a full night's sleep, "I have plans for you today". Andrea rubbed her legs together with excitement. She didn't know where they would be or what he would direct her to do, but he was always dreaming up something new and exciting.

Most of the day went on as any other would. Andrea sat at her desk at work, occasionally glancing around the room, half expecting Jason to drop by under the guise of having lunch together but instead dragging her off to God knows where for his birthday blowjob. It was a fantasy that ran through her head every year, one day it was bound to happen, but as 5:00 rolled around it was evident that today was not that day.

She was always on her guard and ready for anything when Jason's birthday came around. They both were, that's what made it so much fun. The drive over to the restaurant for dinner was equally uneventful, as had been the time they spent at home getting ready, although it was plainly obvious he would be ready to go at any moment. It was almost painful to watch him pull his pants on over his obvious arousal. She wanted nothing more then to drop down and swallow it whole, but Jason continued to display mind boggling willpower.

Dinner was nice, they laughed, they ate, they split a bottle of wine, and just as Andrea was about to dig into her cheesecake dessert, Jason promptly told her to stop what she was doing. His look made it perfectly clear that it was time for Andrea to deliver what had been coming all day. She looked around the room, trying to guess where it would be. The bathroom was always an excellent choice, or maybe the ally out back. After several minutes of letting Andrea guess Jason finally spoke, "get under the table" he told her before leaning back in his booth seat with the cockiest grin she's ever seen. Their table was off in the corner, and the tablecloth was long enough to conceal her while she worked. Jason reached under the table and made a show of freeing himself from his pants under the minimal safety of the tablecloth. He was serious, and she would comply.

Andrea took a quick glance around the room, slipped straight down her chair and slid under the table quietly, hopefully unnoticed. It would be a shame if she had alerted any nosy diners who might be the type to pull the plug on their good time. She collected herself on her knees and finally faced what she had been waiting for all day, standing at full attention through Jason's open dress pants. With no telling how long they would have she wasted no time, spending only a few moments running her tongue all over her husbands cock before sucking it deep into her mouth.

Topside, Jason pretended to play with his iPhone, poked at his ice cream, and just did everything he could to keep his cool. He could feel the head of his dick bouncing off the back of Andrea's mouth, her tongue twirling around his shaft. This might not have gone on for much longer had the waiter not come over to check on them. Jason quickly assured him everything was fine and sent him on his way. 

Andrea did her best not to laugh at his stumbling words, muffled by the throbbing member filling her mouth. She wondered what he looked like up there, in view of the entire restaurant. Did he tilt his head back and moan when she dragged her tongue slowly from the base of his cock all the way to the tip? Did his eyes bulge wide when she took his full length into her mouth? She serviced him with a new fervor to challenge him not to give away the lover secretly crouched between his legs.

Jason's orgasm was close. His cock grew even harder and he seemed to be fighting the urge to buck his hips to match the rhythm of her bobbing head. She tightened her lips at the base of his shaft and pulled up slowly. She concentrated all her sucking on the head, quickly swirling her tongue around it while quickly jerking his shaft. The first spurt of cum hit the back of her throat hard. This was the real desert she'd been waiting for all night. She continued to work Jason's dick until her mouth was full, taking a moment to savor the taste and texture of his impressive load before swallowing it down.

Andrea poked her head out from under the table, she rested her head in Jason's lap and smiled, taking in the sight of her husband. He looked dazed and his face dripped with sweat. He glanced down at her, smiled back and handed her a napkin from the table. "You have a little something..." he whispered while discretely pointing to his chin. She touched her own and realized she hadn't caught all of his cum like she hoped she did. They laughed while she wiped her face.

Andrea straightened her dress and snuck back into her seat, then she saw it, the receipt from the check signed and paid for. "When did he...?" Half laughing and half mortified she couldn't even finish the sentence. 

"I think we should get going" Jason said sheepishly, motioning towards the exit. 

Did that woman just give her a dirty look, or did she imagine it? Why was Jason walking so fast? So many questions, what was going on over the table while she was on her knees pleasing her adoring husband? He would tell her as soon as they were alone for sure, and her head already spun with evil schemes for her birthday just eight short months away.



Birthday Slave Ch. 02



Chapter 2: One Year Earlier

Jason awoke suddenly, very startled. Instead of the plain white ceiling high above his head he was greeted by his wife's slick pussy just inches from his face. "Guess what today is you little bitch?!" Andrea barked down at his face straddled between her thighs. He thought for a second, and quickly remembered. "Happy birthday hun..." she pressed a single wet finger to his lips to cut him off. "You know what I want, now get to it". He did know, it was Andrea's birthday and he could not refuse her. She pressed herself to his lips and he compliantly began licking between her folds.

Every year on the anniversary of their births, the rules were simple: when you are commanded to go down, you go down, no is not an option. The not-so-secret part was they both spent a whole year looking forward to their day of slavery just as much as 24 hours of unquestioned pleasure.

Jason watched Andrea's breasts sway above him to the rhythm of her cunt grinding against his face. He tried to reach up and fondle any part of her body that he could reach but she quickly pinned his wrists to the bed. Jason could overpower her if he so desired, but it was her day, and his hands would stay where she wanted them. Andrea opened her eyes as wide as her groaning mouth and smiled just a little at the sight of her man pinned beneath her before shutting them tight and gritting her teeth as her orgasm steadily approached. Jason matched the waves of his tongue within her slit with the back and fourth motion she made up and down his face.

He felt her grip on his arms tighten...her steady humping came to an end with her clit pointed directly in Jason's direction. He locked his lips around the source of her womanly pleasure and sucked it into his mouth. Even with Andrea's legs nearly crushing his head, her screams were clearly audible. He savored the warm juices that dripped down his cheeks and into his mouth.

After what seemed like a beautiful eternity Andrea's body calmed, she released Jason's hands and climbed off his face to lie next to him. "Little bitch?" Jason asked with a raise of his eyebrow. She giggled loudly before answering, "sorry, I guess I got a little carried away".

There was no need to apologize, they laughed together and cuddled for a bit before Jason excused himself to shower before work. His wife, of course, wouldn't let even this mundane daily task go uninterrupted on her special day. The shower curtain slowly slid to the side and Andrea stepped in to join him. They kissed deeply and she whispered in his ear to get on his knees. He kneeled...she spread her legs and wrapped her hands around the shower head above her, he happily ate Andrea to her second orgasm of the morning as the warm water sexily cascaded down her body.

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They met with Andrea's parents at the restaurant after what had to be the most frustrating day Jason had ever had at his office. He spent nearly the entire day hiding his painfully engorged cock under his desk. Andrea, of course, couldn't help but periodically remind him that he still had a job to do with expertly taken cell phone pictures from under her own desk; and her short, revealing skirt.

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Dinner almost came and went without incident. Quiet conversation about family and friends kept the mood relaxed while Jason's mind raced at the thought of when and where his services would be called upon next. When the evening came to a close and Andrea's dad insisted on picking up the check, they all began to gather their things and Jason's heart beat a little harder knowing he would soon be back home and happily worshiping of the woman he loved.

Andrea said her goodbyes still standing at the table. "Jason sweaty, will you hold my purse while I use the ladies room?" Jason exchanged his own goodbyes with her parents and took the purse without much question. He followed her towards the bathroom...she turned as she approached the door and shot him an absolutely devilish smile...she took his hand and led him to follow her into the very public restroom. Andrea had this moment planned all day, she touched herself under her desk ever so briefly at the thought of it whenever she could sneak her had to her clit just for a moment.

Jason locked the deadbolt as soon as the door shut. They surveyed the territory, no feet under the stalls, they were alone, but for how long? The sink had plenty of empty counter space, Andrea popped up onto the marble surface and hiked her skirt to her waist. No panties, she hadn't been wearing panties all day.

She laid with her back against the mirror and her feet propped on the counter, legs spread as wide as she could. Jason hooked his arms around Andrea's thighs and paused, mesmerized, just for a moment at the sight of his wife in front of him. Her body quivered just slightly with the anticipation of a day spent yearning for this. Her pussy, the idol he'd sworn to worship, dripped a thin trail down her ass and already began to form a small puddle on the counter. Her chest rose and fell rhythmically, her head resting on the mirror, eyes closed, enjoying the moment.

No time to waste, Jason dove in with one long lick of her snatch and drove his tongue as far as it would reach. Andrea moaned deeply as he probed, and almost blew their cover with a blood curling scream when Jason slowly dragged his tongue to her clit and began frantically flicking and sucking the epicenter of the earthquake growing in her pelvis.

Andrea clamped her hands over her mouth in an almost futile attempt to catch her screams from escaping. Jason was an expert in overloading her senses but she had to keep herself under control, lest their fun be spoiled by any number of restaurant patrons just outside the door. She saw stars through her tightly shut eyelids and tried not to let her mind become overwhelmed with the pleasure radiating from between her legs, but lost all control with one glance downward.

Jason looked so dominant, even in this moment of total submission. His arms hooked under her legs and held her tightly by the waist. He looked up with his lips clamped tightly around her pussy and they locked eyes. Her whole body immediately spasmed, almost violently when she came, Jason had to hold her steady to keep her from falling over. She did her best to trap her cries of ecstasy in her hands, but a scream escaped...and then another...and then another.

How loud had she just called out? Neither of them were sure. Jason released her from his grip when she seemed stable enough to sit up on her own. He caught the sight of himself in the mirror behind her, his face as slick as the counter top his wife was sitting on. She pulled his sticky face to hers and kissed him deeply. "Good job, slave boy" she whispered to him. They laughed and kissed one more time before remembering that there was a very real chance they may have disturbed the entire restaurant towards the end of their adventure.

They quickly dressed and cleaned up the best they could with their limited time, Andrea couldn't help but feel just a little bad about the soaking wet counter top as they walked out the door. There was a line of maybe five or six people waiting for them to finish. She couldn't be sure, she just glanced to the side as they quickly exited the building, faces flushed red and trying not to laugh. They could barely speak through their laughter the whole ride home. Either out of nerves or some private humor nobody would understand but them, it was their only reaction they could muster.

The events of the their evening, in fact the whole day, played through Jason's head as they walked in the door to their home and prepared for bed. It was getting late and he had work in the morning. Sleep called his name louder then the bulge in his pants that would need to go unattended...for now. He cleaned himself up and exited the bathroom to find Andrea once again naked and spread eagle on their bed, clearly intent on not letting her husband turn in quite yet.

He looked at the clock on the nightstand...11:45...he was still at her mercy. He took a step towards her...she raised a hand to stop him in his tracks. "Strip, then you may please me" Andrea commanded. He did as he was told and slowly removed his shirt and pants. He pulled his throbbing cock out through the opening in his boxers and made a show of running his hand up and down the shaft as he approached the bed. Jason crawled to his wife's pussy one last time and watched her mouth open wide as he began to lick. Her pussy tasted sweet...her mouth looked accommodating...he found his second wind as he licked Andrea into a frenzy with just 15 minutes to go until he was free to take her as he wished.