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Birthday Wish

By: Moonlight_33



Tucking a stray hair back behind her ear, Lisa checked her watch for the tenth time in five minutes. She tried hard to relax, but this was the first party she had been invited to since she was officially divorced, and she really wanted to make a good impression. She hated to be late for anything, and for some reason, it seemed more important than normal to be on time tonight.

Seven-fifteen, and the baby sitter was late. Taking a deep breath, Lisa tried to relax. She had no real reason to be on time; it was not like she had a date, or even any prospects, but as the sun set below the horizon, she found herself becoming more and more excited. Perhaps it was just that a good night out, with no kids and no husband, was just what the doctor ordered. 

A loud knock on the door snapped Lisa back to attention. She had been so engrossed in her thoughts that she hadn’t heard the sitter pull into the drive. Releasing a breath she didn’t even know she’d been holding, she answered the door. Nick had watched the kids for her on a number of occasions, when she had business to deal with and needed to tend to matters that were hard enough without someone hanging off her skirt asking to be taken to the potty. 

“Sorry I’m so late, Lisa. My damn car wouldn’t start.” She could see he was genuine in his apology, and having seen his car, it was easy to believe. Nick was twenty-two, ten years Lisa’s junior, and used babysitting as a means to supplement his meagre income while he put himself through college. He was not what most people would consider handsome, but there was something about his eyes that always caught Lisa’s attention. Added to that, he was great with her three young children, and an all round nice guy, Lisa found it almost impossible to be cross with him for being late. 

“That’s ok, Nick. Better late than never, right?” She gave him a warm smile, and when he smiled back, she wondered why she had never noticed the dimples in his cheeks before. They made him look almost cute. She shook off the notion of any such ideas. He was much too young for her, and certainly would not be interested in a woman of her age and baggage. Picking up her handbag, and the bottle of wine for the birthday girl, Lisa headed for the door, pausing to give him instructions he already knew, and to take another opportunity to appraise him in a slightly different manner then she had previously. 

Before she managed to say a word, he was rattling off all the things he knew she was about to say. “The phone number to reach you is by the phone, the kids are bathed and fed, and can watch television for another half an hour, Kim will need a diaper change, and Brad still has to clean his teeth. You’ll call in a few hours time just to check if they are ok, which you know they will be, and you’ll home before midnight.” He smirked at his own cleverness, and then added: “Now be a good girl and go and have some fun. I don’t want to see you back here before three a.m., and if you’re sober, be prepared for a good lecture. You look terrific, by the way.”

Lisa was a little stunned. It had been quite some time since she had been passed a compliment, and she wasn’t at all comfortable with it. “Thanks, but I really don’t think I will be that late. I’m a little too old to be out partying all night.” She hadn’t realized until then just how low her self-confidence had become. 

“Too old, my ass. I bet you could out-party women half your age, and do it with style. You look hot, and don’t let anyone tell you any different. Any man with half a brain would be thrilled to show you a good time.”

Lisa had to really laugh at that. “That’s part of the problem Nick, most of the men that want to show me a good time only have a half a brain.” It’s amazing how a laugh can break an awkward moment, and this was one laugh Lisa was grateful for. “I’ll be back before dawn, and I wont call to check. You have my cell phone number if you need me. Goodnight, Nick.” She heard his “Goodnight, Lisa” through the door as she closed it behind herself. He really did have a pleasant voice. Why hadn’t she noticed it before? With a shrug, she headed for her car, and Fiona’s thirty-fifth birthday party. 

Lisa was about to apologize for being late when she realized she was one of the first to arrive. After giving Fiona a quick hug and the bottle of wine, Lisa found herself a comfortable chair and a stiff drink. She wasn’t much of a drinker as a rule, but tonight she was in the mood for something a little wild. She felt the need for a little adventure; needed to break a few rules and take a few chances, rebel against all the ties and responsibilities of day-to-day life. As the night progressed, however, and the other guests arrived, she soon realized that if she were looking for a wild night, this party was not going to provide it. 

By the time they all sat down to a rather decadent dinner, Lisa realized she was the only one there that was single, and the other women made it more then obvious that their husbands were right off limit. Lisa tried not to take offence at this, as taking another woman’s husband was the last thing she had on her mind. She had been the recipient of such happenings in the past, and would never wish such circumstances upon anyone else. Still, the whole situation did leave her feeling like a spare wheel.

As Fiona blew out the candles on the cake, Lisa made her own wish. Closing her eyes and opening her heart, Lisa wished for all the things that would make her life complete again. When she opened her eyes, she was relieved that Fiona had blown out all of the candles in one breath. Otherwise, the wish would never come true. By nine-thirty, Lisa was bidding Fiona and the other guests goodnight and heading to a video store close to home. Perhaps Nick would overlook her arriving home so early, and sober, if she presented him with a few good movies and some ice cream. 

Nick was lying back on the sofa, textbook in hand, and the stereo playing softly in the background. Lisa had snuck in so quietly that when he looked up and saw her leaning over the sofa about to snatch away his book, he quite literally jumped. “Geeze, Lisa! Talk about giving a man a heart attack!” He quickly straightened himself up and restored his good humor. “The party that bad, huh?”

“Well… let’s just say, I got the DVD’s and ice-cream, so you can get the plates and chocolate syrup.” She handed him the tub of ice cream and presented him with her selection of DVD’s. 

He ran an appraising eye over them, gave her a nod of approval, and headed for the kitchen, but instead of returning with ice cream, he appeared waving his car keys. “Can’t have dessert without the main course, and I have just what we need at my place. I’ll be right back.” Before Lisa could say a word, he was out the door and backing down the drive. 

With Nick gone for a few minutes, Lisa took the opportunity to change out of her party clothing and take a quick shower. As the warm water washed over her body, she could see her reflection in the partly steamed over mirror. Her breasts were still high, and nicely formed, her stomach was a little podgy, but she had a nicely trim waistline. Her ass and thighs could use a little toning up, but on the whole, she didn’t look too bad. 

Covering her hand in a creamy lather of soap, she began to wash her body, running her hand slowly down over her shoulder and along the length of her arm. Her hand brushed against her breast in the journey, her dark nipple coming to life sending a message through her entire being that could not be ignored. Turning her back to the shower, the warm water cascading over the back of her head and down the gentle curve of her spine, she re-lathered her hands and brought both of them to her aching breasts. Cupping them full in her palms, she began to knead and massage them, rubbing the sensitive points between her fingers, and then pinching them gently. 

The feelings that surged through her body were something she had been denied for far too long, having told herself she could live without such pleasures. With her left hand still caressing her breasts, she slid her right hand down over her stomach, her fingers lingering for a moment in the soft down of her pubic hair. She was in no mood to tease herself, she needed release. With her thighs still pressed together, she slid one soapy finger between them, running it along the length of her pussy lips and shuddering a little at the unexpected intensity of clitoral contact. 

Lifting one leg onto the edge of the tub, she opened herself up to her own exploring fingers. The water from the shower had washed away the soapy lather, but she needed no such lubrication now. Her pussy was wet, liberally coated in a silky cream of its own making. She slid her finger deep inside herself, not wanting to linger. Nick would be back soon and she needed her release badly. Still pinching and squeezing her nipples, she slid two fingers deep into her aching pussy, moaning softly at her self-induced pleasure. She could feel her clit hard and pulsing against the palm of her hand as she slid her fingers in and out of herself, her hips rocking gently in time with her probing. 

Lisa could feel her climax there, waiting just beyond her reach, and she knew she needed something more. Moving her hand lower, she slid a third finger inside her creamy depths, pushing deeper and harder into herself. Her other hand moved quickly from her nipples and began to inflict the same tender attentions upon her now throbbing clit. It was all she could do to keep her balance in the tub, leaning back against the wall for support, turning to allow the streaming water to beat down upon her breasts and nipples. 

Harder and faster, she began to probe herself, her fingers reaching for her G spot while she pinched and rubbed hard against her clit. Faster and faster she worked, plunging and groping, pushing and rubbing, working her body until at last she was there. Biting down on her bottom lip, she tried to stifle the sounds of her long overdue pleasure. Her pussy walls pulsed and contracted about her fingers. The cream of her orgasm ran down over her hand as she slowly withdrew it, letting the fingers of her other hand linger a little longer on her still throbbing clit. 

She stood there for a moment, basking in the combined sensations of the warm shower and her intense orgasm. It was then that she remembered Nick. He should have well and truly been back by now, and was probably wondering what was taking her so long in the shower. Would he suspect what she was doing? She found herself blushing a little at the thought, almost hoping that he did know. The thoughts seemed a little wicked, but she was a woman after all, and still very much alive. Stepping from the shower, she dried off, wrapped herself in a towel, and peeked out of the bathroom door. 

Nick was nowhere in sight, and she thought perhaps he hadn’t come back after all. The thought left her feeling a little disappointed, until she heard his soft voice singing along with the stereo, and her spirits brightened considerably. Ducking across the hallway and into her bedroom, she was suddenly stuck with a new dilemma. What was she going to wear? She didn’t want to seem too presumptuous, or desperate, and didn’t want to look like a haggard old housewife either, so she settled on her satin pyjamas and matching dressing gown. It was feminine and elegant, without making her look desperate, and was still comfortable. Perfect.

The smell of pizza soon answered the questions as to what Nick had raced home to get, and awoke yet another appetite, this time for food. While Nick finalized the reheating of what were probably the previous night’s leftovers, Lisa put the first movie in the DVD player and scanned through the previews. The pizza arrived just in time for the opening credits, and she was surprised to find it was of the frozen variety, not the leftover kind she was expecting. She took a hungry bite and smiled, “My compliments to the chef.” 

Nick just laughed. “Nothing but the best when I’m entertaining my Lady Boss.” 

“Hey, hang on a moment! I got the DVD’s and ice cream, and when I am home, I can take care of the kids, so just who is entertaining whom here? I suppose since you got the pizza, and heated it up, it makes us even.” They both laughed, and even though it was meant as a joke, it cleared up where they stood with one another. When she was home, he was off duty, so they could both relax and enjoy one another’s company.

About halfway through the first movie, Lisa found herself becoming a little bored. It was a good movie, but she had had such expectations for the evening, and none of them had even come close to becoming a reality. Nick sat at the other end of the sofa, with enough room between them for another two people, and Lisa was beginning to think it was for the best that they kept that distance. Getting off the sofa, she headed for the kitchen, and the ice cream, but before she had the second scoop in the bowl, Nick was behind her giving her instructions on how he liked his ice cream placed just right in the bowl so that the chocolate sauce didn’t all vanish to the bottom. 

Lisa gave him a cheeky look, dipping her spoon into the container and lifting a large scoop of the frozen condiment to her mouth. Slowly she ran it across her lips, sucking a little into her mouth and trying her best to be dramatically sexy and funny. The whole plan backfired, though, when the ice cream fell off the spoon, landing squarely down the front of her pyjamas, leaving trails of white, creamy milk all over her dressing gown, as Lisa squealed from the sudden chill down her shirt. Nick, in his haste to come to her aid, pulled aside her dressing gown and reached for the front of her pyjama top, pulling a little too hard and popping several of the small buttons, leaving Lisa bare-breasted and milk-coated before him. 

With startled realization, Lisa blushed red and pulled her top closed. She wished she had been bold enough to stand there and let him feast his eyes on her breasts, but her self-confidence didn’t stretch quite that far. 

Nick placed his finger beneath her chin and lifted her face to meet his. Their eyes locked for only a heartbeat before their lips met in a hungry kiss. His hands covered hers; opening the front of her shirt to reveal to his hungry eyes her ice cream covered breasts. Without a word, he set to licking away the sweet cream, the tip of his tongue following the thin streams all the way down her chest to where it melted into the fabric of her pyjama bottoms. Lisa’s hands rested lightly on his shoulders as he followed another trace of ice cream back up her stomach, stopping at the lower edge of her breast, sucking tenderly on the warmth of her flesh. 

Lisa felt an involuntary shudder as the sensations raced through her body. The heat of his breath after the chill of the ice cream was turning to fire on her flesh. His hands embraced her thighs, pulling her tight against him as his hungry mouth turned its attention from the ice cream to an even sweeter delight. His tongue toyed with her nipples for just a moment before sucking them into his mouth one at a time, darting back and forward between them, trying to devour them in even amounts. A soft moan escaped Lisa’s lips, and she knew there was a new hunger within her that no amount of ice cream could satisfy. 

With a shrug of her shoulders, the dressing gown and pyjama top fell to the floor, leaving the top half of her body exposed to his ravenous lips. On his knees before her, his hands firmly on her ass, he licked and kissed every inch of her chest, breasts and belly. Lisa was helpless in his embrace, all of her senses lost in the passion and heat of the moment. When he moved his hands over her hips and slowly began to slide her pyjama bottoms down her legs, she thought her knees would crumble beneath her. 

As if he could read her mind, he pulled the pants free of her legs quickly and tossed the clothing to one side. He pulled her harder against him, pressing his cheek hard against the front of her satin panties as he embraced her. He could smell her, the sweet aroma of her showered orgasm, the subtle scent of lavender soap; it was a combination he could not resist, and hungered to taste. 

Standing before her, he led her to the table, pushing the chair out the way and laying her back. His eyes met hers and they knew there was no need for words. Slowly, he ran the backs of his hands over her cheeks, across her shoulders, down over her breast, pausing for a moment to circle her hard, dark nipples. With almost painful slowness, he continued down her body, along her slender waist, until finally he met with the only thing that now stood between him and her fragrant delights: her panties. 

Taking the lacy edge in his teeth, he slowly pulled them free of her, stopping to kiss and nibble her thighs every few inches. He took them as far as her knees, and then ran the tip of his tongue back up the path he had just travelled. He wanted to taste her, devour her very essence, but there was no rush. He brushed his face against her soft pubic fur, burying his nose deep in the crevice at the top of her still-closed legs, breathing deep her womanly aroma. He returned to her panties, sliding them the remainder of the way off her legs and tossed them aside. 

Kissing his way back up her legs, nipping and licking, he opened her slightly to his gaze. He could see the moisture glistening on her lips and the tops of her thighs. She was a woman, ripe and ready for the taking, but he would not take her yet, not until she was ready to burst with the passion. Sliding her back a little, he lifted her feet to the edge of the table, spreading her knees wide opening her up to him fully. 

“Oh God, Lisa, you are so damn beautiful!” The fire in his eyes told her that he meant every word, and there was something in the way he looked at her that made her feel more beautiful then she had in her whole life. Running the tip of his fingers up the inside of her thighs, he brushed them over her fur-covered mound, watching for her reaction. The touch was so light, yet sent shudders racing through her whole body. She was ready, so very ready. With one finger, he parted her glistening lips, feeling her moisture and heat as he slowly slipped it inside her. 

Lisa tipped her head back and moaned softly at the penetration of her body, and as he added a second finger, she found herself almost begging his for more. Her back arched, and her pussy reached for him, trying to take more of his fingers into her warm depths. Slowly he worked his fingers in and out, marvelling at the way her body responded to his touch. Taking them slowly from her, she whimpered a little, like a child denied her candy, but he had more to give her, much more. 

He worked his fingers over her clit, pinching it between his fingers, stretching it and allowing it to slip back through his fingers. Her hips lifted, gyrated and rolled until he could contain himself no longer. With a low growl, he was upon her, his lips and tongue covering her sweet vagina. Lisa cried out with the suddenness of his lusty attack, digging her fingers deep into his dark hair and pressing his face harder against herself. His tongue pushed deep inside her, lapping and slurping at her creamy offerings, then darted over her clit, sucking it hard between his lips then letting it settle again. 

Placing his mouth squarely over her clit, he began to suck hard, rubbing his tongue roughly over her tender nub as he did so. Lisa’s hands clutched for the edges of the table, holding on for support, not wanting to break the breath-taking attachment he had formed with her body. Her mind swam thought the sensations, lingering on the edge of heaven until quite unexpectedly, he slipped two fingers back into her. The impact was instantaneous. Nick sucked harder, pushed his fingers deeper, working her body until there was no chance of return. 


Birthday Wish



"Happy birthday. You have successfully blown out all of your candles. Now I will grant you one wish." 

The words bubbled from her lips. It was the best possible gift she could have given him. There would be no rules tonight, no backing out. Anything he wanted, she would give him. She even knew what the wish would be before the words escaped his mouth. 

"I want to be in control. And I mean every aspect of the evening, from how you look to what you say and what happens at any given moment. Any insubordination will result in punishment. Do you understand?" He eyed her curiously, not sure if she knew what she was getting herself into.

"I understand and I accept your terms. This night is for you. I will grant your wish." She returned his curious gaze with a devilish grin. 

She had been waiting for this night all of her life. She wanted a reason to do all those things she wasn't normally allowed to do. As much as she hated to admit it, she did live by society's standards, even though her soul longed to cross the lines into the taboo. She had always wanted to stretch the boundaries, feel the ecstasy of pleasure with pain, and do all of those "naughty" things that her girlfriends had giggled about or scoffed at. This was her chance and she was going to take full advantage of it. Even if he did not think of them first, she knew how to subtly get the suggestions into his head. He would think he was imaginative and forging a new trail down the sexual experiences in their relationship. Little did he know how far she had already gone and how much further she would go, but he would find out tonight, at least partly.

She had always been the good little wife. She did what was expected of her. She made sure the house was clean and that she always looked impeccable. In addition, she made a good living and could cook like a professional chef. She had always enjoyed sex and had never turned her husband down, but she had grown restless, though and was ready for something new. There had been a few indiscriminate meetings in her past, but nothing like what she was hoping for tonight. He did not know of those men or how they made her blood race, nor would he ever. She was not in the mood to destroy her marriage, but a girl has to wander occasionally.

His first instruction was to take a long hot shower and completely shave her body. The water was scalding hot. It made her body tingle and her skin turn red. She lathered her body from head to toe. She took great care in shaving her legs and pussy. Her skin was as smooth as a baby when she was finished. After the shower, he had instructed her to apply an apple-scented lotion. Again, she obliged. She took her time primping herself for their night, carefully applying enough make-up to look exquisite, but not enough to look obvious. She then curled her long, blonde hair and put it into a nice twist to keep the hair off of her neck. He loved the lines of her neck and she intended to show them off. 

When she finally came out of the bathroom, she found her evening's attire on the bed. He had laid out a black satin bustier, a black garter, black thigh high stockings, a short black skirt and a sheer silver top. She looked to the floor and saw her favorite black stiletto heels. "Ha, ha. No panties. He must have quite an evening in store for us," she mumbled quietly. She dressed slowly, synching up the bustier so that her ample 34D breasts nearly overflowed from the top. She smoothed the stockings over her long, lean legs and hooked them to the garter. Next, she shimmied into the skirt and slid the low cut top over her head. With the shoes on, she looked herself up and down in the full-length mirror on the closet. Wow, she sees herself every day, yet now she even amazed herself. He had great taste when it came to picking out her clothes. Everything flattered the body she worked so hard to keep up. Finally, she put the finishing touches on by adding a pair of simple diamond stud earrings and a diamond pendant necklace. 

"Are you ready for me?" she called to him. There was no reply at first, so she moved toward the door. Just before her hand reached the knob, it started to turn. She took a step back and froze.

"You look beautiful, but there is one last thing." He said smiling as he came into the room. He handed her a small brown paper bag. She opened it with wonder. Inside was a pair of black satin thong panties and a small vibrator. "I want you to turn the vibe on, place it inside you, then slip the panties on." 

"As you wish, Master" she replied. It took no time for the vibrations running through her body to set her on edge. Every nerve ending tingled with pleasure. With everything in place, they left. It was a beautiful night and she could smell the roses from the garden as they got into the car. She did not dare ask where they were going. She wanted everything to be a surprise and besides, she knew not to speak unless spoken to. She closed her eyes and tried to relax as best she could. Each bump in the road caused waves of ecstasy to surge through her body. 

They arrived at a nice, quiet restaurant. Heads turned as she walked into the room. Again she was reminded of how stunning she looked that night. Dinner was pleasant, but rather uneventful. The only thing worse than the suspense was that she could not do anything with the heat radiating from her pussy. She could already feel the thin material between her legs was entirely soaked with her juices, but there was nothing she could do to stop it. She was more than ready to leave by the time the bill came.

Back in the car, she took a chance and spoke. "Thank you for dinner. It was lovely." She shot him a small smile, hoping she would be rewarded for her submissive behavior. She was rewarded well. He unzipped his pants as he replied. "You are welcome. Now I want you to suck on my cock. You will not stop until you are instructed to do so. You must have some part of your mouth in contact with my cock at all times or you will be severely punished. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Master" was all she could say before he grabbed her by the back of her head and shoved him into her awaiting mouth. He was hard and hot and she could taste the pre-cum on the tip of his throbbing member as soon as he entered her mouth. She started by sucking softly at first, then with more force until she heard him moan. Then she swirled her tongue around his head while bobbing up and down on his shaft. She went back to sucking when he grabbed her by her hair again to hold her in place. His cock started twitching as she swallowed the cum that shot into her mouth. She knew better than to let a drop escape from her lips. He released his grip and allowed her to regain her composure. She noticed they were in a parking lot outside an unmarked building. She did not recognize it or even the part of town they were in. While she was looking around, she felt his hands at her neck. He was removing her necklace. In its place, he positioned a black leather collar. It was connected to a long silver chain. "Wow, he is really getting into this," she thought and a small smile crept onto her face. 

"Let's go," he instructed. She got out of he car and waited for him to take his place at the leading end of the leash. He led her into the building. It was dark, but her eyes adjusted quickly to her surroundings. She didn't really know what to expect, but this was not it. The room was mostly empty. There was a large padded table in the center of the room, complete with tie downs. There were also various bars and chains suspended from the ceiling with shackles affixed to them. The floor was hard wood, with the exception of a few pillows and carpets randomly placed. There was another door at the other end of the room, but other than that, there wasn't much else. 

"Are you sure you are ready for this?" It was really quite sweet that he was so concerned about her. 

"Yes. I am willing to do what ever you wish, Master"

"Then you may remove the vibrator from your cunt now." She cringed at the word. She hated that word more than anything else. He was testing her again and she failed the test.

"Do not show an emotion other than pure lust and adoration for me, bitch! You are here for that reason only and I will not stand for anything less." With that, she slapped her across the ass with the end of the chain and pushed her to her knees. She was still in shock from the harshness of his words and the sting on her ass when she noticed the door open. Four people emerged from the hidden room, two women and two men. They were all completely nude, except for the masks they wore. Tonight, they would know her, but she would not be allowed to know them. It didn't really matter, though. She could tell they were beautiful. The men had hard, long cocks, at least 7 or 8 inches each. The women had full, perky breasts that weren't as nice as hers, but then again, most women's weren't. The women were also cleanly shaven. 

He pulled her to her feet and led her to them. She could feel her juices running down her inner thighs as she stood up. They all met at the table. He watched as the women undressed her slowly, taking extreme care not to move too quickly. They knew what he wanted to see and they were going to give him quite a show. They caressed each part of her body as they removed the clothing, lingering around her nipples and pussy a little too long. Once she was completely nude, the men took her hands and led her to a set of chains hanging from the ceiling. She did not fight as they shackled her wrists and ankles into place. 

"In order for you to truly know pleasure, you must first know pain. I do not want to be unfair, so I will allow you a safety word. Any time you utter the word, I will stop. What do you want the word to be?" 

"You know my word, but I doubt you will ever hear it." She wanted to sound as defiant as possible. If tonight was going to be what she really wanted, she would have to test him as well.

"Very well. We will see." Before the remark was out of his mouth, he delivered the first of many hits. At some point he had gotten his bag of tricks from the back room. The first hit came from a flogger made of soft leather. It was flexible, so the tips caused the most pain. She gasped, but did not cry out in pain. He repeatedly smacked her with the toy until her skin glowed with a pink hue. She loved the way every nerve was on full alert. She could feel the air move before the whip landed smartly on her bare skin, she could feel the tingle of the small perspiration droplets as they made their way down her spine. 

After what only seemed to be a few minutes, he stopped. One of the girls, the petite one with red hair, walked up to her. The young woman produced a long peacock's feather and lightly dusted her stinging skin with the tips. The light touch almost tickled. It caused her dew-covered flesh to relax just a little. Her breathing slowed and she opened her eyes. She was able to release her tight grip on the chains that suspended her and flex her arms just a bit. That is when he knew she was ready for the next step. Before she knew what was happening, she felt the next series of lashing commence. The nice, soft flogger was gone. In its place was the rigid staff of a riding crop. She cried out in pain this time. The shock alone caused half of her fright. 

He paused after the first hit. The younger of the two men approached her and affixed clamps to her erect nipples. She could not deny how much she was turned on by the event so far. Her husband took the opportunity to play with the clamps by tapping the end of the crop to her nipples. Each slight movement sent shock waves through her body. Her pussy was now flowing with her sweet juices. Her knees were becoming weaker by the minutes. With each swat, the small amount of light in the room grew fainter and more distant. This time, the beating seemed to take forever. She knew the welts were already beginning to surface. The, they stopped. 

The other girl, the pretty brunette with the large tits approached her this time. She carried a small bowl and washcloth. The bowl contained perfumed oil. It smelled of a mixture between vanilla and baby powder. The sweet girl took her time slowly rubbing down each inch of the sore body. The men removed her arms and legs from the shackles, picked her up and carried her to the table in the center of the room. 

"You have done very well, my dear. You have withstood the depths of pure physical pain and you will now be rewarded, but please do not think the pain is over. This next phase is when we mix pain with pleasure. You will want to cry out for things to stop, yet beg for me to continue. Again, if you truly wish for all to end, just say your safety word." He was trying to remain in control, but he wanted so badly to push her over the edge. He had been able to get away with more than he had ever hoped and was ready to push the envelope even further.

"If I could stand that, everything else will be easy, " she replied hotly. On one hand, she loved every second of the evening, but on the other, she was unsure where things would end up.

By now she was tied down to the table. At least the restraints were not as confining as the shackles. The soft leather allowed her to move without the chaffing marks left by the metal. The nipple clamps were still in place and the two women took their place at each side of her. At the same time, they caressed each breast with their hands and mouths, pulling at the clamps, flicking their tongues across the exposed flesh, sucking and rubbing with wild abandon. "This was pain and pleasure at its finest," she thought, but she was wrong. No sooner were the words forming in her mind than each man took their place beside her legs. The first one began rubbing her clit with his fingers, creating small circles around the flushed pink skin. He continued to rub in larger and larger circles until he was slipping his fingers into her dripping wet cunt for a few seconds before pulling them out and paying attention to her clit again. The second man forcefully pushed his finger into her ass. There was no lubrication other than her own juices that had leaked from her pussy. The sudden action made her stiffen quickly, and then realizing that only increased the pain, she relaxed again. As he pumped his finger in and out of her tight ass, he added a second finger, then a third. The two men stretched her more than she had ever been stretched before. She wanted to cum so badly. She ground her hips into the hands that tried so hard to please her with pain. She arched her back to bring her nipples closer to the waiting mouths. Then it stopped.

She opened her eyes to she her husband next to them. hH must have motioned the group to stop. He removed the nipple clamps and sweetly kissed each nipple. They were red and fully erect, more so than she had ever seen before. 

"Roll over."

She did so with out hesitation. He knew how much she loved this position. Being on her knees, her hips grasped tight and a rock hard cock slamming into her. She was ready for it. What she was not ready for was the younger of the two men climbing under her. He lay on his back and pulled her onto him. Her pussy was still dripping, so he slid into her easily. He was larger than she was accustomed to so he had to push himself into her slowly, pulling partially out a few times so she could adjust. Once he was in to the hilt, he lay still. She wanted to rock herself to ecstasy, but she felt movement behind her. She dared not turn to look. She knew what was coming, the other man. Her husband had talked many times about women who could take on more than one man at a time, but he had never asked her to do it. She didn't know what to expect and she was getting nervous. 

At least he had some kindness in his heart. She could tell the man had lubricated himself. She felt the pressure as he slowly pushed himself into her ass. She screamed as he pushed farther into her. She was already full from the cock in her pussy and now she was being pushed more. As much as she was in pain, though, she was also in exquisite pleasure. The men started rocking her back and forth. As one cock slid out of her pussy, the other was sliding into her ass. As that one slid out of her ass, the other slid into her pussy. The rhythm was hypnotic. Soon, the men were still and she was rocking herself to orgasm. No matter what her husband would have done at that point, there was no way to stop her. She pushed harder and harder. Rocking faster and faster. Sweat dripping from her skin, making it glow in the dim light. The sounds of her breathing got louder and louder, moaning, gasping, grunting, pleading for more and more until finally, she let out a scream that could have raised the dead. Her pussy and ass clenched around the big, fat, hard cocks. The men couldn't help it either. Her cunt massaged their throbbing members into an explosion of cum. 

She collapsed onto the man beneath her. The man on top of her moved off of the table and the other man lifted her slightly and slid from beneath her.

"Are you ready to give up?" he asked quietly. She never was able to continue after a really great orgasm and he had bet on her answer, but he was wrong.

"I'm just getting started, Master," she replied sarcastically. Her breath was still coming in heavy gasps, but she was not going to give up, not for anything. "You've shown me pain, you've shown me pleasure and pain combined. Now show me pure pleasure."

"It is not your place to demand, wench. I will give as I wish. If you are finished playing my game, say the word and all will be done. Otherwise, shut your fucking mouth. I told you before. I will only accept respect and adoration from a cheap cunt like you. Now, I will ask again, are you ready to give up?"

"No, Master. I am your humble servant and am here only to do as I am requested." This time she knew to play the game right. She knew she was getting all she could have hoped for tonight. She was tired of fighting to make it go farther than he would have pushed. She was ready for the next step and she could now trust that he would not disappoint her. And he didn't.

The two women moved from their silent place next to her head to between her legs. They had pulled her back onto her knees so they had free access to her messy, dripping pussy. They took turns licking the cum as it ran from her cunt and ass. Their tongues expertly swirled and probed into her, cleaning every last drop. She was moaning and panting again in no time. The petite red head stayed where she was as the brunette moved into place at her face. She climbed up onto the table and opened her legs in front of the bound woman. The tired woman instinctively dove into the warm, sweet heaven that lay in front of her. Though she had never tasted another woman before, her husband would have never guessed it. She too licked and probed her tongue like an expert. She alternated between pressing her tongue onto the other woman's clit, rotating in circles and sliding her tongue deep into the musky, cleanly shaven pussy. She was shocked at how much she enjoyed it. She didn't know if it was the evening's previous events or if she had always had some secret desire to eat another woman's pussy, but she loved it. The red head between her legs was returning the favor as well as she was giving it. She also had the freedom to use her fingers, so she slid them in and out of the woman bound helplessly to the table. 

Once the brunette was ready to cum, she grabbed the head between her legs and pressed hard into it, grinding, moaning, rotating her hips in time with the tongue swirling around her clit. She exploded into the waiting mouth. She was promptly licked clean and then removed herself from the table. 

Next came a cock. It was hard and ready to be sucked. There was another one beside it, so the bound woman took turns sliding tem into her mouth. They each grabbed her by the hair and fucked her face for the few moments they got and then switched. All the while, the pretty little red head kept lapping away at the pussy in front of her. 




Birthday Wish



Michael is coming home tonight. He has been away for so long. We have not had any contact for almost a month. I have been so lonely for him. He called and said that he would be home around 8. He instructed me to dress in my black heels and my red teddy with the black lace—we would be staying home. 

I took my time preparing for his arrival. Because there has not been any contact with each other, I did not have permission to cum for this duration of time. I have been so lonely and frustrated for him. I took a long bath, making sure that I shaved my pussy smooth for him. I wanted to taste him, feel him inside again. It has been very hard to not release the frustration that has been built up over the last month. However, I know that I can not. My master will ask if I had been good—and I will be able to say yes. 

When Michael walks in the door, I catch my breath. He looks so good. I really have missed him. I go to greet him—he motions that I stand in the middle of the room. I stop—he walks near me and bends low and kisses me gently. I want so much more from him. The kiss is too short. He breaks it off and begins to walk around me—stopping behind me, he leans into my ear—

"Was my slut good while I was gone?"

"Yes sir, your slut was good."

"No unauthorized masturbation, slut?"

"No sir. I did not please myself once."

With this answer, Michael takes his hand and begins to move his hands up my arms. My skin begins to tingle. "Good. There was not any use of our toy?"

"No sir, no use of the chocolate dream."

With this response, his mouth lowers onto my neck and he begins to trail kisses as his hands move up to my breasts. "Good girl!" You did not have any sex with your husband?" 

"No sir. There was not any sexual activity with him." With this answer, Michael moves a hand under my teddy and touches my wet pussy from behind (no panties in this outfit). 

"That is very good." He begins to play with my clit as he speaks to me. "Did you miss me?" 

"Yes sir. Very much sir."

"UMMMM, good. Did you learn your lesson?" 

"Yes Sir. My lesson was that when you issue an order, under no circumstances should it be broken. I am to control my body when I am not with you, sir. Sir, I belong to you—and no one else, sir." 

With this answer, Michael groans and slides a finger inside my cunt. I moan—to have him touch me again—I am ready to explode. "Princess, you have learned your lesson well. I have a wonderful reward for you." I know that I have pleased him—he calls me princess when I have earned it. 

With this, Michael moves away and tells me to wait right there. I stand in the middle of our living room. He goes back outside for a few minutes. When he returns to the house, he has brought me a vision of perfection. She is amazing. She has gorgeous red hair and a perfect body. I have to take a deep breath. She is breath-taking. I about came when I saw her. 

Michael walks her over to me and introduces her as Nina. Nina is wearing the exact teddy as I am, except hers is black with red lace trim. She has on red heels. I look at her and then back to Michael. He knows that I am thrilled. He also knows that I am twice as wet now than when he left me. 

"Nina has never been in a threesome, princess. She has never tasted pussy. She is here as a reward for your behavior. She is now going to taste you. You are not to move. You will not cum until I give you permission. Do you understand?"

"Yes sir. Thank you, sir."

"Nina, please get on your knees and kiss my princess' pussy. She will taste so good to you, that you will not want to stop." 

Michael gave our new lover instructions. Nina kneels before me and places her hands on my thighs. She moves them under my teddy, pushing it up to my hips. She pulled my hips closer to her face. She looks up at me—not quite sure if she should do this. "Nina, begin." Michael instructs her. 

As her mouth tentatively kisses my soaking pussy—I look at Michael. He has a smile on his face. "No moving princess."

I feel her lips just brush my pussy lips so gently. She tentatively pokes her tongue out and gently licks at my wet slit tasting her first pussy. Michael watches as Nina licks up and down my pussy-- gradually opening up my lips and probing deep within my hole with her tongue. Nina begins to nibble at my clit and as she gains confidence, Nina's mouth begins to get coated with my hot juice.

The flick of her tongue over my clit is like a flash of fire through my body. It has been so long since I had cum. I start to moan. Nina begins to lick my clit quicker. She pushes her face into my wet cunt harder. I want to pull her in further—but I am not allowed to move my hands. I am not allowed to arch my hips—to attempt to push myself closer to her.

I look at Michael—begging with my eyes for release. The feeling of her tongue—buried in me, flicking, licking, is like no other. It is enough to push me over the edge. I keep my eyes focused on Michael as he moves behind me. He pushes the straps of my teddy down. The teddy falls to my waist—he then wraps his hands around me and begins to massage my nipples with the palm of his hands. I can feel his hardness in the small of my back. This sensation added into the rest of my body is so overwhelming. 

"What do you want princess?"

"Please, Michael." I barely can speak. I am concentrating so hard on not losing control. "I want to cum for you." 

Nina is continuing to suck and lick at my pussy. Michael and his hands are creating havoc for my body. I want to—I need to let go and get some release. "Please?" I begin to beg for release. "Please sir. I can't hold back anymore." I can barely breathe. I am losing focus on my task. The sensations of Nina's mouth assaulting my pussy and Michael teasing my nipples almost to torture have my legs weak. If Michael was not supporting me, I would've fallen down. 

Michael knows that I was at my breaking point. My breath is coming quick and short and he can feel my body tensing. Finally, I hear the words whispered in my ear, "Cum princess. Cum hard for me." He only has to say it once. The moment he gives permission, my body begins to tremble. The waves of relief, pleasure and delight flow through every inch of my body. I scream "YES Michael!" My knees buckle as Nina sucks and licks every drop of my orgasm; as it covers her face. Michael's arms are the only thing holding me up. 

As my orgasm begins to subside, Nina removes herself from my cunt and sits on the floor. She is breathing heavy. My teddy falls to the floor. Michael holds me until I can breathe normally again. He lowers me to the floor in front of Nina. As my mind begins to refocus, I lean over to Nina and begin to kiss her. "Thank you." I whisper on her mouth as I deepen the kiss. 

Her mouth is soft. I enjoy the taste of my pussy juice on her lips. I dive my tongue inside of her mouth. Our tongues intertwine. I can continue to taste my juices in her mouth. She moans loudly as my hands begin to move up her legs. I make sure that I kiss her until I cannot taste myself anymore. 

As I break the kiss; I gently push her onto her back and lower my mouth to take one of her nipples into my mouth. I have to remove the straps of her teddy to gain access. Now hers sits on her waist. I place one hand on her other nipple. I begin to suck and lick the one in my mouth and tease the other by rolling it between my fingers. My other hand moves to touch her pussy. She moans as my finger rubs up against her slit. I slowly begin to slide my finger in and out of her. She is moaning louder—arching her hips—suggesting she wants more. 

I lower myself to her beautiful cunt. OH! She has this perfect triangle of red hair right about her pussy. She is really perfect. I look back at Michael, and see him watching us—removing his clothes. God he is so perfect for me.

MMMMM! I return to the vision in front of me and take my tongue and begin to move it up and down her. Barely touching her, my tongue begins to torture her--starting at her clit—moving slowly down to her slit and back up. She smells so good--musky and sweet. I slowly reinsert a finger into her hole. She is breathing really heavy and little gasps are escaping her lips as she raises her hips again, wanting more. The scent of her is amazing. 

I slide another finger into her. Two fingers begin to fuck her as I take her clit into my mouth and begin to suck hard—pulling and teasing with my teeth. She begins to buck harder up into my mouth. I want her to cum hard on my face. I really want to hear her scream. 

I can not resist—I get another finger wet with her juice and move it lower—towards her ass. I can tell when I touch her that this will be a first—she tightens her body and clamps her legs. I hear a quiet "NO!" I gently begin to massage her—using her wetness as lubricant. I dive my tongue into her pussy—trying to get her to relax more. 

She is moaning again—forgetting about everything but my assault on her pussy. As she begins to raise her hips again, I quickly slide a finger into her most private hole. She again begins to resist. But I am persistent. Slowly I begin to fuck her ass as I move my mouth back to suck her clit. Finally, the two sensations are too much for her. 

"YES! DON'T STOP! PLEASE FUCK ME!" I slide another finger into her ass—and begin to fuck her faster and a bit rougher. She begins to buck on my mouth more. Her hands come down and push my head into her pussy more. She begins to cum—hard. I lick her juices as I continue to finger fuck her ass. She has two or three orgasms. I catch all her juices in my mouth. 

I remove myself from her and look over at Michael. He is sitting close to me on the floor—stroking himself. My poor lover, he has been neglected so far. Our eyes meet as I begin to move toward him. I straddle his lap, and slowly begin to take in his glorious piece of chocolate. I lean in and kiss him—he loves to kiss me when I have another woman's pussy on my mouth. 

I lower myself onto his long cock. He fills me immediately. I sit there for a moment, adjusting to him again. I moan into his mouth. "I have missed you so much sir." With this, I begin to slide my pussy up and down his shaft. His hands are guiding my hips. In this position, he can reach my nipples with his mouth, and he lowers his mouth to my right nipple. He knows that I get crazy when he sucks my nipples while I am fucking him. "And I have missed you princess," he says as he takes the nipple into his mouth. 

A big moan escapes from me. I begin to fuck him harder and faster. God, I love how he feels inside of me. Michael's hand begins to massage my other tit and nipple. He knows exactly how to enhance my orgasm. I begin to grind on his cock. "Yes Michael! Yes Michael! I want my cunt juice to cover your chocolate cock! Please sir!" 

Michael removes his mouth from my nipple and looks at my eyes. "Do you want to cum princess? Ask me for permission—you feel so good. Tighten that pussy around my cock. Good girl. Ask!"

"Please sir, let me cum on you. I want to taste my juices on your cock. Please Michael! Please!"

"Yes." With this one word, Michael has released me again. He lowers his mouth back to my nipple and sucks hard as I begin to release my juices a second time this evening. Again, I scream his name "YES MICHAEL!" I feel the cum release from my body and I tighten my pussy walls tighter around him. "YES Michael! YES!" 

"AHH! YES!" I ride him harder and faster—taking him in all the way each time I come down on him. 

"Cum princess. Yes baby! Good girl!" He holds me tight as my orgasm moves through my body. I feel the tremors run through my body. OH! How I have missed him!

Poor Nina. For this short time she has been left out. I motion her to move toward Michael and me. I remove myself from Michael and lower my mouth to cover his cock. I love to taste myself on him. The mixture of his pre-cum and my juices are wonderful. I motion for Nina to join me in giving my lover the pleasure of two giving him a blow job. 

She tentatively begins to lick the length of him. My orgasm has covered him; Nina starts to take him into her mouth. I am massaging his balls—firmly and gently. I let Nina try to take him—she cannot. I move my mouth to suck on his balls and let her begin to stroke him. Up and down she moves her hands—I finally have enough, I need to take my lovers dick into my mouth and suck him. I slowly begin to slide my tongue around his width-circling around as my mouth lowers over his head. 

Michael begins to rub Nina's pussy as I suck on his manhood. I move down and take him all in. He even fills me this way. I can hear Nina's breath changing—I know the torture that Michael will put her through. I deep throat my lover over and over. I move my head faster and faster—fucking him with my mouth. I know his body so well, I know when he is close. I move away and begin to stroke him with my hand—faster and faster—I push Nina's head down to catch his cum. 

As Michael's body stiffens and he moans, he shoots his load at the same time he brings Nina to her next orgasm—as he shoots it into her mouth. "Don't swallow it love—I want some." I tell her. As Michael unloads all of his cum, Nina does the best she can to collect it all in her mouth. She cannot hold it all—so I begin to catch what she can't. As Michael is done, I engage Nina in a kiss—I move my tongue into her mouth so that I can share his cum with her. I scoop it out with my tongue and swallow my lovers cum. 

Nina swallows her share and I begin to kiss her deeply again. I really enjoy kissing her. I pull her close to me—so our naked bodies are touching. I pull her on top of me as I lay back down on the floor. She is so hot. My hands roam over her body—she really is the perfect match for Michael and me. I break off the kiss and tell her to turn around—I want to eat her pussy again. She moves so that we are now in a 69 position. 

As she lowers her cunt onto my face, her juices from Michael's hand job are still there. I begin to lick this up. I pull her hips closer to my mouth. I do love the sweet smell of her. Michael has moved closer to us and encourages Nina to begin to eat me out also. I begin to lick her from her clit to her slit—up and down. She begins to copy each movement I make. I move my hand to her pussy and pull her lips apart and sink my tongue inside of her. She grinds back into my face—burying my nose into her sweet smell. 

She lowers her head back to her task on my pussy and she again begins to mimic my movements. I know that Michael is watching and getting hard again. He is going to fuck our pretty lover while I suck her pussy. I am just getting her ready. I quickly move my tongue to flick back and forth on her clit as I slide two fingers into her hole. I begin to fuck her again. She slides a finger into me—and matches the rhythm that I set. She is good at pussy eating. I begin to feel her tense up—she is ready to cum again—"MMMM." I moan into her pussy. Michael is ready—he gets behind her and begins to push his large cock into her pretty pussy. I hold her lips open for him. She stops and takes a deep breath. 

Michael takes his time entering her. He is large and some women can not handle him. He removes himself and begins to slide more in this time. Nina is squirming—she is really having a hard time taking him in. As he removes himself again, I begin to suck on her clit. He sinks the rest of his cock into her. She cums immediately. I suck her juices up as Michael begins to fuck her. 

Our pretty lover has no idea how many times she is going to cum now. I love the feel of his cock entering her pussy while my mouth is there catching each move. I can taste her on him as he comes in and out. I take my finger and massage her clit as he fucks her harder. I can also massage his balls as he moves in and out of her tight pussy. Michael and I are good at this—this is one of our favorite things to do. He fucks her—she cums again and again—and I get to taste all of her juices. 

Michael is ready to cum again. Nina has had so many orgasms, that she forgot about my pussy. She is screaming and begging for more. It is time—Michael's strokes into her pussy become harder and longer—he will shoot that cum right into her inviting pussy—and I am going to suck it back out of her.

She screams again as Michael gives a final push into her—he unloads his cum into her. I am sucking her clit this time—her orgasm is almost violent. Michael's cum is dripping onto my face along with her juices. I lick all of it up. As Michael removes himself from her—I stick my tongue back into her hole and suck out as much of his cum that I can. Nina cums again-a bonus for me. Now I get more pussy juice mixed in with my lovers cum. "MMMMMMMMMM." There really is nothing better.

Nina collapses and is exhausted. Michael goes to get us a drink as Nina becomes composed. She tells me that she has never experienced anything like this. She is very happy that she came. However, she must be leaving. She cannot handle any more tonight-but she would love to come back. I get her number and give her ours. As Michael walks back into the room, Nina kisses him and says "Thank you." She gets her teddy on and leaves. 

Michael is confused—that was only the first round. He can go all night. I went to him and took the wine he had brought and told him that "not every woman can handle you all night love. "

He leans down and kisses me—properly this time—deep and passionate. When the kiss is broken off, he takes the wine and places the glasses on a table—he picks me up and carries me off to bed. In the bedroom, Michael fucks me—reminding me why I belong to him and no one else. As we drift off to sleep, Michael wraps his body around mine and whispers "Happy Birthday love."

I have never been happier.



Birthday Wish



Blindfolded, with my hands cuffed to my thighs with Velcro-straps, I had no idea where I was going, and I was nervous, to say the least! I knew I'd be safe, that wasn't the problem; my loving husband, and sometime Dominant Master Scott, was the one who had "kidnapped" me. He meant me no harm. In fact, this was my birthday gift. The one that I had asked for. We had talked about this particular fantasy, in detail, many times since we'd gotten into BDSM, and now it was becoming reality! That is why I was nervous.

It started out as the customary birthday celebration; a cake with fifty glowing candles, some gorgeous gifts lovingly picked out by my thirty two year old husband, and a "Happy Birthday" kiss. Then, "oh, I almost forgot this one," he said nonchalantly.

Opening the small package Scott handed me, I knew instinctively that it was something special. It was a Wish Keeper. An ornate silver tube, with a small azure gemstone, on the end of a silver chain. The tube screws open, and inside that is a tiny scroll, where one is expected to write down her wishes, and keep them close to her heart. Oh, it was beautiful! I thanked my husband with a million tiny kisses, and then opened the scroll, trying to decide what to write on it. But something was already on it!

"Kneel," said the familiar handwriting.

I looked up at my husband's smiling face, and blushed. The best way to get me hot, he knew, was to make me kneel before him. I obeyed his written command immediately, kneeling with hands behind my back, face turned up, and eyes downcast, and he ran his fingers gently through my long cinnamon hair. Then he told me what was in store. He gave me a million opportunities to back out, by using our safewords, before blindfolding me, cuffing me, and putting me in the car. But I wanted this! No... I needed this!

Stopping the car, Scott got out and came around to open my door. He helped me out of the car, and attached a collar and leash to my neck. Following behind him, I heard him unlock and open a heavy door, and we stepped inside. The room had a pleasant odor of roses and sandalwood, and I detected the unmistakable scent of leather. I could tell that we were not alone. Even though I had known beforehand that there would be other people involved, this still made my heart beat faster, and I moved in close to my Master for comfort. I was getting into the moment, and I would anticipate nothing.

Holding me in his arms, Scott kissed me deeply, and whispered in my ear, "This is it, my love. The day you have been waiting for. Do you still want it?"

"Yes, Sir," I answered with a wavering voice, and he kissed me again, making my knees weak, and my pussy wet.

Uncuffing me, my Master started stripping me of my clothes; my last shield against the strangers in the room. My heart raced. I've been nude in front of my husband a million times, and I'm perfectly comfortable. But, God, I was about to be naked in front of who knows how many people; complete strangers, for all I knew! Since quitting smoking twelve years ago, I'd put on a bit of weight, and I get a little self-conscious about it. And now I was to be exposed for (I imagined) dozens of pairs of probing eyes. "You are so beautiful, my pet," my Master's voice came huskily in my ear, and from that instant, I lost my self-doubt, and I felt sexy. I was... I am sexy! And when I felt those eyes upon me, from all directions, I didn't want to hide anymore. I wanted to show off my wonderful, curvy body; my lovely round breasts, and my delicious plump ass. And when it was completely uncovered, Scott kissed that curvy body all over, nipping with his teeth those places that make me wiggle. With his touch, every nerve was coming alive, and every tiny kiss felt like fire, and every nibble was electricity coursing through my body.

Ordering me to raise my hands, my Master chained my wrists to a bar, high above my head. Similarly, my ankles were bound to a spreader bar, so that I could not close my legs. And I was completely helpless. I felt the first sting of my loving Master's flogger on my soft buttocks, and he followed that one with several more He whipped my back and my thighs, and my ass tenderly, and lovingly, at first, just allowing me to enjoy the sensations. Very gradually, the whipping became more and more intense; the sting of the suede flogger coming ever harder and faster, and in due course I was panting, and crying out with every stroke of the multi-stranded whip. Oh, it was wonderful! My skin became hotter and hotter under Scott's loving torture, and I was writhing with erotic desire.

I felt his hand between my thighs, and my husband slipped two fingers easily into my dripping wet cunt. Grinding my pussy into his hand, I wanted more, but he stopped all too soon. Feeling his fingers press against my mouth, I parted my lips, and he had me tasting my juices. Mmmmm.

Someone else stepped up to us, and Scott moved away. Then I felt a strange pair of hands on my skin. They were rough, like raw wool, but they were gentle nonetheless. "Are you ready to learn what pain is about?" asked a voice I didn't recognize. I nodded. "Speak up," he commanded calmly.

"Yes," I said as loudly as I could muster (which wasn't very loud, I'm sure), "hurt me!"

And pulling my head back roughly by my hair, he kissed me on the mouth, forcing his tongue between my lips. I felt his kiss from my head to my toes, and back up to my clit, and I returned it with equal passion. Breaking the kiss, this unseen man took over where Scott left off. He used a riding crop, and he showed no mercy! He started with my backside, beating my already tender ass soundly. My screams came from deep inside me, and shook the very walls, and I thrust my ass out, so that my mystery man would have a good target. Moving around in front of me, he used the crop on the front of my thighs, and breasts. He was a bit more gentle on my tits, but Oh, the pain was exquisite! I cried out again, as he smacked my inner thighs, and purred when the crop lightly touched my hard clitoris. Holding onto the bar above me for support, I leaned back, spreading my thighs as wide as I could, while he whipped my pussy with the riding crop. Each stroke of the crop hit just the right spot, and I was screaming in pain, and filled with lust.

And I was flying. There's no other way to describe it. It was so unreal. Colors swirled around in my head. My body was no longer solid, and I was all spirit, and pleasure, and pain, and desire, and sex. I was barely aware of another presence behind me. While this man beat my pussy, a comforting feminine voice whispered in my ear. "We are going to put you on your knees now, dear. But first, I have something for you." With that, I felt the pinch of clamps being placed on my perky nipples, and I hissed through clenched teeth. The bar above me was lowered, and I was gently guided to my knees by the loving hands of the woman who had whispered to me, and I felt her leather-clad hands gently caressing my sore ass. WHACK! I cried out, louder than ever, as her thick wooden paddle connected hard with my very tender, red-hot ass cheeks. Again and again, she spanked my ass with her paddle, and I cried out with every stroke. She paused a long time between strokes, so my ass never became accustomed to it.

And while she paddled me, I felt a cock pressed to me lips. Without thinking, I took it into my mouth, and he grabbed my hair, pulling me away. "Did I give you permission to suck my cock?" he asked simply, twisting my hair in his hands.

"No, Sir!" I said quickly, and the paddle stung my ass again.

He released my hair, and pressed his cock to my lips again, and like a good girl, I waited this time for his orders. "Lick it," he said simply, and I licked it from balls to tip, and back again. I pleasured him with my tongue, as best as I knew how, all the while the woman behind me was slamming her paddle against my sensitive ass.

Another man stepped up to us. It could have been my husband, but I wasn't at all sure. He took off my nipple clamps, gently massaged my nipples, and then put the clamps back on. I think he loosened them, because it didn't hurt quite as much this time. He tugged on the clamps, and I moaned loudly, and then his hands were gently caressing my back. Someone slipped a rubber butt-plug slowly into my ass, and a voice told me that if I let it go, there would be trouble. I clamped down with my sphincter muscles, to make sure that didn't happen, and the man whose cock I was licking ordered me to open my mouth. He pushed his cock in, and ordered me to suck him off, which I gladly did.

Now, at least three sets of hands were gently massaging my skin, another playing with my tits, and tugging on the clamps, while the woman behind me paddled me harder, and I was fucked furiously in the mouth. With my hair gripped in his hands, this man savagely thrust his cock in and out of my mouth, and I did my best to take him all the way in. Soon, groaning throatily, he came in my mouth. I felt it hit the back of my throat, and I swallowed as much of his cum as I could, but I felt a lot of it drip from my lips, and down my chin. Immediately, his cock was replaced by another, thicker, but shorter, and someone else was fucking my mouth. My moans muffled by the hard cock in my mouth, I felt someone kneeling behind me, and another cock was sliding between my dripping wet pussy lips, and a set of fingers was gently rubbing my clit. I felt a tongue at my chin, as someone licked the semen from my face, while my mouth was being fucked. "Are you enjoying yourself, dear?" asked the lilting feminine voice, and I nodded. Oh, God, what an understatement! I was in Heaven! No. Not Heaven! No Angel had ever flown so high, as I was flying then!

Breathing heavily, and shaking violently, the man behind me came in my love-tunnel, and someone else took his place. And the man in my mouth came, and I swallowed every drop of his semen. Then I smelled the delicate musk of a vagina, and my head was pushed down and I started licking her pussy. I licked and sucked, and made her moan, and she came in my face as yet another load of hot white sperm shot into my cunt.

I honestly can't tell you how many times I was fucked that night, how many cocks were in my cunt or my mouth, or how many times these men came on me, in my mouth, or in my pussy. A wild guess? Four men, besides my husband? And that gentle Dominatrix who paddled my ass so tenderly. But it could have been an army. And I was the center of attention. I was the birthday girl. I'm sure my ass saw more than 50 smacks, but I won't complain.

Time had no meaning, and I took all of the pain and pleasure that was offered for an all too brief eternity, and it all came to a crashing crescendo! With hands all over my body, and a hard cock in every orifice, I rose higher and higher from the material world, and my flesh shivered with rapture. I think I screamed, when my climax came, and my cum flowed from my body like white rapids on a mighty river. And I nearly passed out from the sheer ecstasy.

Barely cognizant, I felt the tender kisses from our party guests, as they bid us farewell, and the woman whispered in my ear, "I'll see you around, dear." They left the room, and Scott unchained me, dressed me, and helped me back out to the car. I wasn't allowed to remove my blindfold until we got home, where we took a nice hot shower together, and then cuddled in front of the television, until it was time to go to bed. Not really paying attention, I don't know what we watched. I just snuggled close to my darling husband, basking in his love.

And I never asked who was in that room with us that night. That was a part of the fantasy.

Next month is Scott's birthday, and I've got something special planned for him.



Birthday Wish



Lisa parked in the driveway of Luke's house. It always seemed bigger on the outside, but she smiled knowing that she was spending her first night at the age of 18 with him, even though he was 25. He had always been kind to her, always knowing that he had to wait for her to turn 18 before anything got too serious, and tonight was the night he could finally have her. She got out of the car, and went up to the door, knocking loudly. From inside, she could hear Luke's voice calling out, "Come in!" in his usual tone.

"Hey there Lukie Pie! Guess who's finally 18?" She called in, smirking at the ideas that were going through her mind of what they would be doing tonight. Luke came out of the kitchen, wearing his normal cut off t-shirt and shorts, smiling. "Well, look who decided to show up for some fun tonight," he said, eyes inspecting her body. She wasn't necessarily fat, but she filled out her body well enough to have slight curves. "I was wondering when you'd show up."

"Well, you know my mother. She's a light sleeper." Lisa laughed as she walked over to Luke, embracing him. She could feel his manhood through his shorts, and she shuddered at the feeling of it rubbing up against her freshly shaven vagina. "L-Luke, I want you. Right here, right now." Lisa looked up at him, her cheeks red and her eyes wide. Luke looked at her and smiled.

"I have a special present for you tonight, Lisa," he said, as he looked over her, as two of his friends came in from behind Lisa, grabbing her arms and legs. Lisa gasped and tried to look behind her, unable to see the two men behind her. 

"L-Luke..."

"Shh," one of the men said from behind her. "We aren't hurting you. This is your present for turning 18." One of the men started to kiss her neck as the other started to take off her shorts, and Luke came up and took her shirt off, leaving her in her pink bra and panties. She tried to fight it, but soon she was softly moaning from the kisses assaulting her neck, watching Luke as he reached around and unhooked her bra. 

As her bra hit the ground, Luke went onto his knees and started to suck on her already hard nipples, looking up at Lisa. The man who wasn't kissing her neck pulled her panties down, revealing her shaved pussy. He slowly started to rub it, feeling her get wet as she moaned louder with each breath. Before she knew it, she was on the floor, with Luke and the two men pulling their pants down, revealing their throbbing cocks. Lisa gasped and looked at all three, envisioning them penetrating her in all of her holes. She sat up and took the middle man's cock into her mouth, slowly taking it all in as she took the other two cocks into her hands, slowly rubbing them. She could hear all three men moaning, as she moved around the three of them, taking each cock into her mouth, tasting all of them. She then stopped, and looked up at the men. "Fuck me please."

Luke and the two men looked at each other and smiled, as Luke put Lisa on all fours and got under her. One man went behind her, and the other went in front of her, as all three entered her at the same time. Lisa was overcome with a high level of pleasure, as she could feel all of them equally assaulting her tight virgin holes. As she moaned onto the man's cock in her mouth, she could feel Luke and the man behind her starting to intensify their thrusts, making her moan louder. Was this all a dream? There was no way this could really be happening to her.

Soon, all three of the men switched, so Luke was in front, and the two men were fucking her pussy and ass. Lisa had tears streaming down her face from the pain, but she was moaning with pleasure as all three men moaned louder than ever, and came inside of her. Lisa's eyes opened wide as she took all three loads, swallowing Luke's hot load, and feeling the hot, sticky goodness flow into her pussy and asshole. The men pulled out, and Lisa collapsed on the floor. Before she passed out from the pleasure, she could hear Luke whisper in her ear, "Happy birthday."



Birthday Wish - All Girl Party!



THIS STORY IS 100% TRUE AS ARE ALL STORIES BY THIS AUTHOR!

All I can say is WOW! Actually I can say a lot more than that and that's why I'm here; to tell my story to all my sexy friends. The 29th of March is my birthday. And two of my best girl friends gave me the most amazing gift; them! All to myself, all night long! How is that for friendship! 

The plan was to go to Rachel's house for some girl fun! Now Rachel has been very horny since her husband left on deployment a month ago. She was way overdue for some fun. Angel is my other friend whose husband is out of town for two weeks and also was incredibly horny. 

Angel and I arrived at Rachel's house around 8:00 and immediately relaxed into our girl night. Wine was pouring, sly sexy smiles were everywhere and girl chat was the start of the evening. While Rachel had me open gifts, Angel was preparing chocolate fondue. When all was ready, we moved into the living room and gathered around the coffee table. I love chocolate! Especially when you're sharing it with girlfriends.

Now to set the stage, Rachel is wearing a short sundress, Angel is wearing black dress pants with a sheer button down top and I'm in white pants and a low cut top. Next thing I know, Rachel comes out with matching tops like Angels. Rachel quickly strips out of her dress and puts on the top. Angel and I are staring stunned at her sexy body. I've tasted this girl many times and I still stand in awe of her sexiness. 

Not wanting to be the only one not it the sheer top, I quickly changed as well. The heat of the moment was getting to all of us....of course it could have been the wine too. Either way, tops and clothes started coming off not too long after they went on. And believe it or not, with the hotness of the moment and the sexual tension so thick you could flick your tongue out and taste it, we sat around naked and chatted for about 15 minutes more. Something about being naked and hanging out with girlfriends seemed so natural and relaxing. Now guys, no offense, would have pounced us the moment a tit got flashed. But with women, we are more relaxed and sensual.

After staring at these two sexy creatures for awhile, I couldn't take it any more. I jumped up, stood over both of them, held out my hands and said, "I need both of you. Now!" Not want, but need. My body was aching for this. It had been all week! Don't get me wrong, Jason takes good care of my sexual needs. But knowing all week that I was going to have these two sexy ladies all to myself was excruciating. 

Anyway, back to the good part. I led the way to the bedroom, where Rachel had stripped everything but the sheet off the king-sized bed. Perfect, lots of play room! We all crawled up on the bed and I lay between them. Their intention was to make me the center of attention all night since I was the birthday girl, but I was having none of that. See Rachel and Angel had not been with each other intimately. Hell, they didn't know each other long before they planned this girl's night for me. I had already tasted and been with both of these sexy creatures. So it was a thrill for me to see them discover each others bodies. 

I moved out of the middle and put Rachel in the middle. I wanted to taste her. I had to make her moan with ecstasy. Out of the three of us, she has been the one going without intimate contact the longest. As Rachel leaned in to kiss Angel, I separated her legs and lightly licked her labia. Her sharp inhale and moan with delight told me that she needed this. Long slow licks from her ass to her clit made this sexually frustrated creature twitch with delight. 

With Angel kissing her petal lips and perky breasts and me aggressively attacking her clit, it wasn't long before Rachel was riding the wave of a much needed orgasm. Not wanting to stop, I remained attached to her swollen clit; making her twitch and moan with an extended release. With her skin flushed red at her neck and breaths coming in quick gasps, I knew this creature had released the sexual tension she had been harvesting for a month. 

While she was coming down, I told Angel that she had to taste this sexy pussy. Angel dove at Rachel's soaking pussy while I kissed her waiting lips. Angel must have been working her magic because once again Rachel was cuming with loud moans and full body twitches. I love the fact that Rachel cums easily. 

Now you would think that Angels tongue was tired from vigorous pussy licking, but no! The next thing I know, I'm flat on my back with a huge grin on my face. Angel licked at my pussy lips gently and then separated them to find my labia slick with juices. These sexy ladies had me so wet I almost dripped. 

While Angel got her fill of my pussy, Rachel was sitting back caressing my body. On no, this won't do! I grabbed Rachel and told her to sit on my face. So she straddled my head facing away from Angel, so that when I looked up I saw her sexy tits and gorgeous face. I LOVE THIS POSITION! I wrapped both of my arms around Rachel's hips and buried my face in her soaking pussy. 

While vigorously attacking her clit with my mouth, I ground my chin into her dripping cunt. This dual motion sent Rachel into another fit of moans and twitching. She tightened all the muscles in her body and let out huge gasp as the orgasm swept over her. She rolled off of me and collapsed in exhaustion. Angel, the poor darling, was getting a numb tongue and told Rachel to make me cum.

Rachel latched on to my clit and sent a shock through my body. Angel thought she was going to sit by and watch, but I told her to get on my face like Rachel just was. Since Angel is a bit shy at times and relatively new to bisexual fun, she got this cute smile on her face. Almost as if she didn't know what to do. 

When I got her into position and started grinding my face into her dripping pussy, she tensed and moaned aloud. This is not normal for her as she is generally quiet during sex. Angel is like me in a lot of ways; it takes work for me to cum. But there is something about a person (man or woman) who moans aloud from what I'm doing to them that makes me hotter. 

Having Angel moan aloud from my grinding her pussy sent me over the edge in a huge way. I gasped for air, bit the inside of Angel's thighs in ecstasy and bucked my hips wildly for what seemed like 10 minutes. This was heaven! I didn't want it to stop. I could have stayed in that position all night. And I so wanted Angel to cum on my face. But she lay down and relaxed for awhile while I caught my breath. Damn this was fun!

Now Angel was the only one here who hadn't cum all night! Rachel dove between her legs and had this sexy girl gasping in no time. Rachel got her pussy while I attacked her perky tits and sexy mouth. Soon enough the torture of riding the edge of an orgasm, she was begging for a break. 

While taking a breather, Rachel grabbed her camera and shot some sexy girly group photos. At that time, Rachel's son woke up and needed feeding. While she was doing that, Angel broke out a new toy she bought me for my birthday. The phallus was shaped like two fingers and they rotated while a nubby thumb looking thing vibrated. She impaled my soaking pussy with this toy and turned it on high speed. Wow, it vibrated every part of my pussy. In no time I was having another mind blowing orgasm. I like my new toy! She also got me a bullet which has massive vibration. Got to love girlfriends who buy you sex toys!

The night was far from over. We all went out the living room and munched on more fondue. We took some sexy pics while lying around naked. It was great to just sit there and be girly and sexy. 

After we told our respective spouses later about what happened, they didn't get it. Of course, guys go-go-go all the time, while women just enjoy being around one another. Since it was about 2:15 in the morning, it was time to call it a night. Angel and I said our goodbyes with promises that we'll do girls night about once a month! YES!!!! 

Once home, Jason was up and waiting. And I mean up as in hard as a rock! It wasn't long before Angel and I were taken to the bedroom and quickly stripped naked. 

Knowing that Angel needed a good fucking and a mind blowing orgasm, I lay on my back, spread my legs, laid Angel face up between my legs and told Jason to fuck her pussy good! Yea, like he was going to argue. Jason entered her soaking pussy and proceeded to pound her nicely. Jason was holding onto my thighs as Angel held onto Jason. It was as if he was using my body to push himself deeper into her. Mmmm...very sexy moment. 

A few more positions later, I realized that I needed to break out the bullet. I wanted Angel to scream with release and we were not going to stop until she did. I handed her the bullet and watched as she teased her clit. Jason fucked her pussy and watched her face intently; looking for signals as he puts it. As Jason pulled out and sat back watching Angel, I retrieved my glass dildo. Jason inserted the cold glass into Angel and watched as I did as she reached the edge. 

Knowing it was going to take a hot cock to push her over, Jason replaced the glass with his hard cock and pounded Angel until she yelled out, arched her back and gasped with release. Yes, this sexy creature is a sight to behold when she orgasms. Jason couldn't hold back any longer. He flipped Angel over on her side and pounded her until he released all his hot cum into her still twitching pussy. This was all very sexy to witness. We all fell asleep with exhaustion and contentment.

All I can say is I have some fucking awesome friends and an even better husband! While it was not this porn movie type night, it was one of the best birthdays I've had in a long while. Sitting around being girls, being naked, being sexually satisfied over and over again by sexy girlfriends is my idea of a perfect night! I hope to repeat it again and again. Oh yea, that's right.....we said once a month we'd get together. We'll start a club.....PEA's = Pussy Eaters Anonymous. Of course we won't be trying to cure our pussy eating habit, we'll be feeding it; to each other!




Birthday Wish



His efforts we soon rewarded as sweet orgasm swept through her body, forcing her to writhe and convulse on the table before him. Never had he seen a more spectacular vision. Lisa was lost to the most intense release she had ever experienced. It seemed as though the pleasure would never end, and just when it began to subside, a new pleasure exploded within her. Nick had opened the front of his jeans, spread her legs wide, and thrust his ample length of manhood deep into her with a single thrust, holding it deep inside her until she had a moment to catch her breath. But a moment was all he would allow before he was thrusting into her, driving into her without mercy, filling every wondrous inch of her womanhood with all the ferocity of a rutting bull. 

His hands hooked beneath her knees as he pulled her closer to the edge of the table, driving himself into her again and again. Lisa held tight to the table top, pulling herself down to meet his thrusts, urging him to greater heights of passion and heat. She could feel him swelling within her, feel his need growing for his own release, and without warning, she was there again, wave after wave of sexual ecstasy pulsing through every cell in her body. Over and over, he thrust into her, his cock exploding, pumping deep within her, filling her with the pure essence of his manhood. 

Slowly, he lay down against her, spent and panting, his head cradled by her breasts as she stroked his sweat-covered brow. She had always looked upon Nick as a boy, but tonight he had proven just how much of a man he truly was. 

Wrapped together in a blanket, they watched the movies and ate the ice cream, delighting in one another’s company and the new closeness they had discovered. It was then that Lisa remembered the wish she had made at Fiona’s party. Perhaps this was not exactly what she’d had in mind when she made her wish, but then, one should always be careful what they wish for, because they might just get it……. If they are very lucky.



Birthday Wishes



Already the bubbles were starting to die out on me as I lay in the deep tub, though the water remained hot. I sighed and shifted slightly on the slick surface, letting my bottom feel the lingering bath salts. All around me wafted the scent of sweet pea and honey, my favorite smells. 

As I shifted the water lapped at the very tips of my nipples and I glanced down. Some of the bubbles had pooled on my firm, tear drop shaped breasts and the large, rosy areolas. Silver dollar nipples, he’d called them and I’d laughed at the silliness. He always made me laugh. There’s nothing sexier than a man who can laugh in bed, or make you laugh in bed. 

I was torn between lingering in the soapy water and finishing my preparations for the evening. He’d be here soon and from our last conversation, my birthday present was going to be incredible. I shivered in the warm water thinking of his hands on my slick naked body, his hair sliding over my tits. I felt my flesh grow warmer at the thought of all the things he’s promised me. When I moved again, my breasts came out of the water and the cold made them pucker even more. 

Damn. At this rate I’d never make it until he got here. I sighed and decided I’d had enough of the bath. I wanted to be ready when he arrived.

I pulled the lever to drain the tub, stood up quickly before I could change my mind and grabbed the towel. Steam had filled the bathroom and made my upswept hair curl even more around my face and neck, as the steam curled around my wet skin.

When I was dry but still damp I dropped the towel, the perfect time to add moisturizer. There were more than half a dozen choices on the wrought iron shelving; lotions, creams, body butter…and of course, oil. I caught myself reaching for the body oil. My hand stopped. For a long moment it hovered over the little bottles. I had a…well, not a fetish about body oils. I could get aroused without them. But there was something about the oil sliding over my body, the slick heat of it, that did something to me nothing else ever had. If I chose the oil I knew what would happen. I would become so aroused my cunt would, literally, drip with juices. 

Then, I imagined him coming in and seeing me, watching me rubbing the warm, slick oil over my flesh and a stab of lust so strong jolted through my body my clit grew instantly, painfully hard. I bit back a groan, and bit my lower lip.

And my fingers closed over a small bottle of oil. I didn’t know which one I’d chosen and turned it over in my hand. Cinnamon-vanilla. From experience I knew it was a delicate scent, the cinnamon just a hint, and the vanilla as smooth and balmy on the nose and the back of the tongue as fresh cream. I pulled out the stopper and my eyes, as fascinated as a child’s waiting to be handed a sweet, watched the thick liquid pour into my palm. 

I set the bottle down carefully and began with my neck. The feel of the thick oil was lush, erotic, and thick. A droplet escaped and ran down my neck to the hollow of my throat and pooled there. If I turned, just slightly, I could see myself in the full length mirror hanging on the wall behind the door. My eyes went nearly closed, and slitted, at the sight of my neck arched, and my hands with their blood red, manicured nails sliding down my skin. Already my breathing had grown deeper. My nipples were as hard buttons, almost aching with painful need. 

He was standing in the doorway, watching me. He wore only his jeans, and nothing else. His gorgeous blonde hair was hanging over one shoulder nearly to the waistband of his jeans. I could see the thick erection pressing against the material. He licked his lips, a wet motion, and whispered, “Don’t stop. God you’re beautiful when you touch yourself.”

His voice in my head made me sigh, and I began smoothing the oil down my right arm. The motions had become languorous, and my own lips were wet from licking them constantly, mouth slightly parted. My skin gleamed and the scent of the oil filled my nose. Scooping up the tiny drop in the hollow of my neck, I started on the left arm. 

I could so clearly see him standing there, watching me, that the intensity of the fantasy rocked me to the bone. I wanted him, so much it had become a painful ache in my cunt. I needed his hands on me. I needed his mouth, his voice, his scent. 

My fingers were so slick picking up the bottle wasn’t easy. I lifted it by the top and upended it in the hollow between my firm breasts watching the light play on the thick oil as it slid down my body to my belly button. I set the bottle down on the sink.


Deliberately avoiding my breasts I took my right thumb and smoothed the oil down my sternum to my belly button. Then, I used my right hand to caress my stomach and the left to rub the slick oil into my upper chest. As I did, my oil slick arm brushed against my aching, puckered nipple. 

“Oh, God.” I groaned it as the tight hot sensation snapped, like an electrical line someone had yanked, all the way down my body to my clit. Moisture pooled in the folds of my now aching, swollen pussy lips. My toes curled up the feelings were so strong. 


Before I finished myself even before I’d touched my tits and cunt, I moved my hands down to my stomach and began smoothing the glistening oils over my flat stomach, my hips, and even a little over my upper thighs. I’d used too much, but it didn’t matter. It only added to the thick sensations pouring through my body now. 

My hands moved back and my eyes almost completely closed, I started smoothing the oil over the tops of my buttocks.

“No. Not like that. Get some more oil. And turn around.” The sound of his voice whispering the instruction to me was so clear in my head my eyes went closed with need.

I reached for the bottle, focused on it with slitted eyes, so I wouldn’t break the fantasy. I poured a generous amount into my palm, set the bottle down, and rubbed my hands together. Then, I turned around putting my back to Him.

Slowly I smoothed the oil over my buttocks. Then, I smoothed it down my upper thigh.

“Spread your legs for me, just a little,” he whispered voice thick. I didn’t hesitate to obey. “God yeah, like that.”

I bent over more to smooth the oil down my leg, my knee, exposing myself to him, and heard his breath catch and suck in. My own breath was none too steady now. I slid my hands down, down, over my calves and bent even further. 

“You’re beautiful cunt is so wet it’s dripping….glistening and sweet. I can’t wait to lick it up like cream. I can see your clit almost throbbing it’s so hard and swollen. Don’t stop,” he growled, thick and deep with need.  I groaned deep in my throat as my puckered, aching nipple brushed against my thigh. He was right. My clit was swollen and so hot it was almost painful. As I moved my slick hands to my other leg and ankle I felt moisture slide from my aching cunt to the very inside of my thigh. The mixture of the steamy room, the feel of the oil on my body, the fantasy of him watching me, was too much. 

I slowly rose, smoothing the oil over my knee and thigh, then my hips, biting my lip to stop myself from whimpering. 

“Slide your hand around and into the cleft of your ass,” he commanded. I did, without hesitation. “Lower. Bend over, just a little, so I can see. Perfect. Rim the pucker with you fingers. God yes.”

I heard material sliding and falling and knew he was shedding his jeans. But I dared not look. The sight of his thick, hard cock would have sent me over the edge. If he was touching himself I would have lost all control. 

“Lower.” I slid my fingers lower and felt the skin of my lower cunt, waxed smooth and now, even more thick with moisture than the oil. “Use your fingers to spread it apart. I want to look at your pussy spread open for me and dripping with sweet juices. That’s it.”

I whimpered and my knees shook so badly I had to put my free hand out to brace myself on the cabinet. I stayed there, bent over, cunt spread for his eyes, literally shaking and whimpering for his touch, for several long moments. My nipples hurt now, and needed to be touched, pinched, and caressed. 

“Please,” I whimpered, barely above a whisper, and heard him chuckle. 

I could barely stand when he said, “Stand up, yes. Now turn around and pick up the oil.” I did, trembling, and ended up knocking it over on the sink and the oil trickled out in a pool of creamy of liquid. I gasped at the mess, but he only commanded, “Scoop it up in your fingers. Rub it into your breasts, but don’t touch the nipples.”

Eyes slitted I looked down and cupped my full, aching breasts using all my fingers to rub the oil into the firm mounds. My nipples were hard as little pebbles and sticking straight out, begging for attention, for touch. I couldn’t bear it anymore.

“Use your forefinger to slowly rub the oil into the rosy tits, but don’t touch the hard nipple. That’s it.” I whimpered again, staring down at myself as I worked my oil slick fingers around the silver dollar nipples. “Now, touch your hard nips, gently.”

I cried out as the sensation rocked down my body to my cunt and nearly sent me to my knees. Just that light touch of oil and hot finger on the tips of the hard buttons made my clit throb and more moisture pool in the already swollen, aching folds.

He growled out, “Now pinch them in your thumb and forefinger. God yes, like that. Harder. Pull them out for me. Jesus that’s beautiful. Don’t stop, baby. Pluck them for me. Make them feel so good.”

I went down on one knee, undone but unable to stop obeying his commands. I was so deep into the fantasy now I was whimpering out loud and pleaded, “Please, God…I can’t…

He walked toward me, gloriously naked. His cock was thick and straining, sticking out almost straight from his body and swaying with his movements. He’d flung his long hair over his shoulder. Just the look in his eyes almost undid me. I had to take my hands from my nipples or come right then, without my pussy even having been touched. 

He stared down at me, that beautiful cock throbbing inches from my eyes. My mouth watered at the sight of the thick, swollen length, and the little droplet of moisture starting to seep out. I actually swayed toward him, licking my lips, hungry for a taste.

“Not yet,” he whispered, grinning with pure male satisfaction. “Get up.”

It was painful to move but I did. My whole body felt tight and swollen and aching with need. I had to use the cabinet as a brace.

“Sit up here.” He touched the small cabinet, really a dresser, with a hard marble top.

I slid up on the cabinet and gasped. The marble was cool, but against my very wet, swollen cunt it felt almost like ice. The sensation of the cold on my incredibly hot pussy lips almost undid me and I whimpered again. 

“Sit back, back to the wall. Yes, like that. Pull your hips down.” He sighed out and shook his head sending his hair over his shoulder as a sweep of blonde silk. He seemed to be having trouble speaking himself now and I felt a burst of pure, feminine satisfaction that I was affecting him as much as he did me. “Put your hands on the back of your thighs and spread your cunt for me again. I want to see all of it. 

I was in danger of sliding off the cabinet completely with my firm ass slick with oil. There was a towel folded on the side of the cabinet and though it endangered this incredibly fantasy I quickly slid it under my hips. 

“There. Better.” I nodded and he knelt in front of me. He took his hands and positioned me better. I had my legs up, my cunt fully exposed, and my hands on the back of my thighs holding them up. 

He looked up at me and commanded. “Slide your fingers into your cunt folds and hold them apart. Oh yes, like that.” With his hands on my hips and the back of my buttocks and my left hand on the back of my thigh, I used my right to spread my pussy for him. I was so wet my fingers were dripping and getting a grip to hold them apart wasn’t easy.

“Run your fingers around those swollen lips and get them nice and juicy for me. Caress them for me while I watch, but don’t get near your hard little clit.”

I did as he asked, and the sensations were incredible. I was groaning now and my eyes closed, head thrown back. 

“Rim that aching cunt hole with your finger. Deeper.” I cried out loud and wanted so badly to be filled it had become almost a burn in my deepest regions. 

Just when I thought I couldn’t bear it anymore, he took my hand in his removing them and slid the sopping went fingers into his mouth with a burning, deep groan. His hot tongue rolled around my fingers, lapping, and then sucking up my juices. 

“God your cunt is so sweet. Do it again for me, and get them nice and wet.”

I put my fingers back to my cunt and looked down. I was caressing myself for his eyes, and then, slid just the tip of my finger into my aching cunt. 

“Oh yeah, push it deep, get it sopping wet,” he growled, his eyes fully focused on the motion of my finger sliding deep into my eager pussy. “Take it out. Now..” I whimpered and did it. “Put it in your mouth. I want you to taste how sweet you are.”

I’d never tasted myself before but I didn’t hesitate. The liquid was thick, even thicker than the oil, and creamy. But to me it didn’t have a taste, really. 

“Pinch your nipple when you do that.” Bracing my leg on the edge of the cabinet, I reached up with my left hand and took my nipple in my fingers. “Pluck it and pull on it. Fuck yes. God you’re making my cock hurt. Don’t stop playing with your tits. Finger yourself again.”

I slid my hand down my body pausing to pinch my other nipple and heard him groan. He was driving me insane, but I could say the same of him. I’d never seen him so aroused. His face was flushed, eyes heavy lidded and glassy with need. 

After only a moment I slid my right hand back over my oil slick stomach and into the dripping folds. I caressed them, careful not to touch my aching clit. I slid my fingers over the swollen folds, pulled at them, teasing him, before sliding my fore and middle finger just to the very edge of my aching, eager cunt hole.

“Deeper,” he breathed.

I slid my forefinger into my cunt and whimpered, remembered to play with my nipples and pulled it between my fore and middle finger, plucking at the oil slick tip. I groaned loudly at the sensations, the heat, and the tight slickness of my cunt. I was dripping with moisture now, and felt a droplet slid down my cunt to the pucker of my ass.

“That’s it, make it feel so good for me, baby.” He reached out and touched my cunt with his forefinger. I gasped and squirmed at the sensation of his larger, hotter finger touching mine, touching my pussy. 

He slid his finger deep inside me, stretching my tight heat and I cried out. “God you’re so fucking hot you’re burning me,” he growled. “Push it in and out, slowly.”

I did, and his finger slid deeper, caressing my finger while I pleasured myself. I was groaning now, almost rocking in the cabinet. My right finger went deeper, touching his, moving faster now as I finger fucked myself. My left hand went back to my left nipple and started pinching and pulling it, stretching it out. 

“Oh, God, Oh, I’m going to come, please!!” I half screamed it. More moisture dripped out around our entwined fingers and slid downward. I was so hot it was like a burning coal inside me. 

He took both our fingers away, denying me. I cried out and squirmed, needing it, needing more. I needed to come so bad it hurt. 

Standing up he grabbed the back of my thighs. His hair fell over his chest and his mouth was parted. His cock throbbed and I reached for it. With a low growl, almost animal, he caught my hand. 

“Not yet,” he rasped out. He pushed me back and slid my right hand back down to my pussy. “Pull it apart. Wide apart so your pretty little clit hurts. Fuck yes.”

I squirmed and whimpered, begging him without words. He positioned the swollen head of his cock against my cunt hole and slid in just the head. I almost died. 

“Oh, God, please, please.” I stared down at the sight of his throbbing cock, only the head inside my slick tight heat.

“Please what?” he demanded, a low, rough whisper. He throbbed and I cried out. “Tell me what you want.”

I whimpered the words as he shifted his hips, caressing just the very inside rim of my cunt. I was burning now, burning so hot I couldn’t bear it. I thought I’d go up in flames. “Your cock, inside me…”

“Where?

“In my pussy, please…” He was going to make me beg and I didn’t care, as long as he fucked me, deep and hard. “Fuck me, please….fuck me…”

He grabbed my right hand and slid it over my dripping cunt, around his cock. His cock was so hard it felt like iron wrapped in thin, soft silk. When he finally drew my fingers away they were sopping wet. He put my right hand to my tit and growled, “Pinch it, hard, spread your cunt juice on your tit. Put your left hand on your clit and pinch it. That’s it, make it burn for me. Pull on that throbbing clit for me. God you’re cunt is so fucking tight and hot you’re going to burn me up.”

I obeyed almost mindless with need now. He was almost beyond control now, I could sense it. He grabbed my thighs and pulled them apart as far as he could and leaned over taking my nipples and my fingers into his mouth, sucking, and lapping at the cunt juices, flicking my painfully hard nipple with his tongue before sucking at them both. The sensations of cold air as he sucked and his burning hot tongue…

“Ohh! Ooh God, I’m going to cum…Oh, God!” I screamed it, head going back. 

“Cum for me. Come hard, baby,” he growled around my nipple, and nipped it, just lightly, with his teeth sending shooting darts of incredible pleasure though my whole body. “That’s it, scream it.”

I screamed once, low and hard, and he rammed his cock inside of me, deep, hard, fast. So hard he slammed into my core unable to get any deeper. He filled me to the very brim, filled me so deep and thick it was almost painful. My whole body flew apart with sensations. I was screaming, incoherently, body bucking, head back, throat stretched as I mindless plucked my clit and nipple and came for him.

“Fuck YES!” he screamed and pulled half way out.

I sobbed and writhed and looked down. He slid back into me deep and hard. I sobbed out, “Yes, fuck me, fuck me, I’m coming so hard, oh, God, I can’t stop coming …”

My cunt convulsed so hard it was nearly painful. I cried out again as he moved inside me, never quite leaving me, using hard, shallow thrusts. I whimpered and sobbed, almost crying at the sensations. I couldn’t catch my breath.

He jerked me up and pushed me against the door grabbing my mouth in his and sliding his tongue into my mouth, holding me against it somehow. My arms and legs went around him, clinging to him. Our bodies slid together, slick with oil, heated. He growled into my mouth and rammed into me, again and again, deep and slick and thick, filling me to the very brim.

His hand went down and scooped up my moisture, held it to my mouth. I took it, blind with need, sucking his fingers, lapping at my own juices. He rammed into my again, holding me against the door, his hand under my firm bottom. His mouth went back to mine, sharing the thick hot juices.

I felt his thumb slide to the pucker of my anus, slick with oil and cum, and push at it. I cried out and tried to ram him deeper. 

“Hold on, baby, hold on,” he growled and shifted so he could hold me under my ass with both hands.

He slowed his thrusts, teasing me. His thumb rimmed my anus then started to slide in. I cried out at the tight, hot sensation that seemed to pour through me like a current. Every thrust of his cock inside me was so hot and thick and tight it made me burn. I couldn’t bear much more. 

Finally, my own need, the oil and my juices, made his thumb slide deep into my anus, stretching and filling me. His fingers wrapped around my cunt lips, around his own cock, holding me up so he could feel himself sliding into me and at the same time, use his hand to hold me against the door. 




Birthday Wishes



“Oh, Jesus, Yes, yes,” I screamed head moving, hips bucking for more.

His thumb moved inside my anus, caressing it. He forced my hand down to my clit and growled, “Pinch it for me, hard. Fuck yes. Fuck you’re going to make me cum so hard…”

The thrust grew deeper, harder, if that were possible. I was crying out, incoherent with need and pulling and pinching my clit frantically. My nails scored his shoulder and he thrust into me, once, twice. He pushed as deep as he could, and I felt him throb inside of me, violently. The sensation of his fingers on my cunt lips, his thumb in my anus, his cock thrusting into me over and over…It was more than I could stand. 

Now his head was thrown back as he cried out, pulled out to the head of his throbbing cock and rammed into me again. “Scream it, baby. Scream for it…”

“Fuck me,” I sobbed. “Fuck me…Your cock feels so goooood, I can’t…I’m going to come again…I can’t…stop…Ahhhoooohhhhhhh, I can’t….”

I couldn’t breathe anymore. His mouth came down on my nipple and bit it lightly, sucked it, and it sent me over the edge. He rammed in and out of me, as I came, screaming. I went blind and my whole body shook and trembled. I could feel my anus tightening and squeezing his thumb as he moved it inside of me, somehow. It was most incredible thing I’d ever felt. 

I heard him scream, “God your coming so hard…so hot…Fuck I’m going to cum…I’m going to cum, I can’t stop…”

He rammed into me one last time, held himself deep inside of me, filling me with his throbbing heat, and I felt him throb so hard it was almost painful. His hips jerked as he screamed. God help me, I felt him coming inside of me, coming so hard I could feel the hot spurts of liquid as he came. His legs went out from under him and he hit the floor taking me with him. I bucked and writhed on his throbbing length, head going down. I buried my face in his shoulder and bit down, keening with my orgasm. 

I came back to myself in the bathroom. I was sobbing lightly and my first and middle finger were buried deep inside my still convulsing cunt. My other hand was on my nipple, but not plucking it now, just caressing it. My forehead was on the mirror, cool against my skin. I couldn’t believe how hard I’d come, how good it had felt. I was trembling, my legs weak, and my body shivering with the intensity of my orgasm. 

“Fuck that was beautiful.” 

My head jerked up and I half screamed in shock. He was standing in the doorway of the bathroom. And from the look of him he’d been watching me for some time. He’d shed his pants and shirt and stood there, naked, caressing his incredibly hard cock.

I felt my face burn so hot it almost brought tears to me eyes. My mouth was hanging open. I couldn’t speak if you’d hit me. Hell, I think I stopped breathing. I couldn’t believe he’d been standing there watching me. How long had he been there? 

He smiled as he walked toward me. There was a glistening drop of moisture seeping from his cock.

“Now it’s my turn,” he whispered and took the back of my head drawing my mouth to him. “And put your fingers back into that delicious little cunt.”

Shock gave way to pleasure and I put my hand back to my cunt. I slid my mouth around the throbbing head lapping up the glistening juice, and groaned.



Birthday Wishes



I rolled up the windows to the sleek, black, sexy car. My husband sat next to me as I drove. His Carhartt jeans hung perfectly on his hips, and his long sleeved green shirt hugged his chest and biceps. Even with sunglasses on, I could tell he was sneaking peeks at me. I adjusted myself in the leather seat, causing my black skirt to rise up my legs a little farther. My shiny red tank top clung to my full, rounded breasts. He loved it.

"So, hunny," I asked with a wink in his direction, "what would you like for your birthday?" He smiled and ran his hand up my freshly shaven leg. I wanted to make his night special for him.

"Dinner was wonderful, sweetie. Thank you," he said as he kissed my neck. I wanted him so much. His kissable lips felt warmly wonderful. "How much longer is our son at your parents' house for?"

I winked. "All night." My husband smiled as he removed his sunglasses. The Fall air was crisp as we exited the car. I made to sure to NOT pull the hem of my skirt back down. I glanced back at him and saw him checking my ass out. I pulled him into the house and to the living room. His balance was a little off, thanks to "a few" bottles of beer, and 2 double belly shots off me of straight Jack Daniels.

His nice ass his the couch cushion. "I'll be back in a minute, baby," I said with my bedroom eyes on. I leaned in and kissed him, tasting the trace of JD on his lips. I ran my fingers over his brush cut chocolate brown hair. His emerald green eyes sparkled in the moonlight. I made sure to bend over at the waist as I turned from him to take my shoes off. He got a great view of my ass -- especially since I "just forgot" to put on panties ... or even a thong.

"You're killing me!" he yelled from the living room. I smiled as I strutted into the bedroom. A few moments later, I came back to him wearing a very short silk black robe. This piqued his attention. I ran the top of my tongue over my upper lip as I let it fall open and off my shoulders. It hit the floor revealing a slinky, naughty, hunter green piece of lingerie. A pale lavender colored thong rested on my hips. My husband smiled and exclaimed, "I can see right through that thing!"

I straddled his hips and cupped his face in my hands. His hands ran down the outside of my body. He loved my curves. I leaned forward so he could get a full view of my breasts. I could feel an erection forming in his jeans. I teasingly grinded my hips against it as I pulled his shirt off. I ran my hands over his delicious chest and through the slight hair on his chest. His sporty cologne filled my senses. 

I trailed my fingers down to his jeans. His button came undone, and the zipper was soon to follow. He sighed with a smile. His head rested on the back of the couch. I smiled at him, "Anything you'd like specific, babe?"

My delicious husband playfully pulled me close to his face. He gently pulled my hair, causing my head to go back. I smiled. Sometimes, I liked it a little rough. He whispered close to my ear, "Do you really want to know?" I nodded as best I could. "Can I have anything I want?"

"It's your birthday, sexy," I swooned. His smile grew in size. So did the bulge in his jeans. "Tell me," I pleaded. My husband wasted no time in ticking off his birthday wish list.

"I want my cock sucked. I want to watch you touch yourself. I want you to ride me cowgirl style. I want you to make me come hard," he requested, counting on his fingers.

A tall order to fill! I'm always up to my husband's sexual challenges, I thought. I smiled as I slid down his body, my knees hitting the plush carpet. "Well, you ARE the birthday boy," I said, my voice filled with ecstasy. He smiled as he got his first wish.

He felt so hard as I wrapped my lips around his full erection. He let out a sharp gasp as he gripped the couch cushion. I sucked him gently at first, then harder. He ran his fingers through my long, auburn colored hair, and begged me not to stop. He gently encouraged me to remain there. I flicked my tongue against the head of his cock, which made him give out a low groan with a smile. I added an up and down motion with my hand as I continued to suck him off.

At the slight taste of salt, I removed my mouth, but kept my hand there. He was enjoying the "perfect" grip around his erection as I continued to stroke it -- just the way he liked it; a nice, firm grasp. I leaned forward, causing my breasts to round out. I purposefully let them hang against his erection. He smiled as he dropped his hands to touch my breasts. I bit my bottom lip as he gently played with my nipple. That turned me on, and he knew it. I finished my stroking tease and pulled him to the bedroom.

I could feel his strong hands slide up under my naughty lingerie to caress my ass. "Any chance I can play with this tonight?" he asked, a little eager.

"Maybe," was all I said as I pushed him onto the bed. His tall frame bounced on the mattress. I laid next to him as I pulled him to his side. He ran his hand over the inside of my thigh. I was already dripping wet, and he noticed. He slid his finger past my thong and inside me, hitting my G-spot perfectly. My body shuttered at the feeling. He got me even wetter.

He kissed my lips, and then trailed it to my breasts. As he sucked my nipple through the lingerie, he continued to slide his finger inside me. I wanted him at that moment, but figured I should make his other birthday wishes come true. He pulled his lips back up to mine. I let him feel that I dropped my hand to my thong. Keeping it on - to tease him - I began to touch myself, rubbing in the most perfect spot.

He smiled and groaned as his emerald green eyes trailed down to my thong. "I could watch that all day," he said, breathlessly. The added pleasure of his finger made me practically gush with excitement. I smiled, but I could feel myself getting close to coming. He recognized that tense up and asked, "You're close, aren't you?" I nodded and began to pull my hand out from the thong. Gently, he guided his back down. "Please don't stop," he begged as he slid out of his jeans and boxers. He looked amazing naked! He knelt down and playfully pulled me to his hips.

I kept rubbing myself, getting wetter for him. He leaned forward and said, "I want to feel you come right on my cock."

"It's your birthday," I returned. Slowly, he slide his hardened, perfect erection inside me. I've never had that much of a full feeling with anyone but him. The entry alone almost made me come. With this added full pleasure, my rubbing intensified in an up and down motion. His smile grew much wider as he slowly began to thrust into me. It didn't take long before I could feel my muscles tighten around him. I groaned his name in a mind blowing orgasm. I was proud of him -- he didn't come. After I regained my senses, I asked, "So, how about that cowgirl style?"

He made the "mistake" of rolling onto his delicious tummy, leaving his nice ass up for me. Quickly, I swatted his ass but not hard enough to cause pain ... just a sexy tingle. "Oh, babe. Please don't stop. You know I love to be spanked." I smirked and bit my bottom lip. I playfully swatted him again. He smiled and asked for more. I decided NOT to. Instead, I ordered him to sit up against the headboard. He did. As I leaned forward to kiss him, I slid my tiny thong off.

Slowly, I slid him into myself, dripping with excitement. My husband slid the cups of my lingerie down, revealing my breasts. He smiled as he gently caressed them and then pinched my nipples. I rocked my hips back and forth, enjoying the feel of his cock. He wrapped his warm hands around my hips and guided them back and forth. His breathing became heavier, I could feel, as I ran my hands over his chest. My G-spot was certainly getting a treat!

I began to sweat slightly as he pounded into me. He was getting excited as he began to beg me not to stop. He slid one of his hands around and cupped my ass. He loved to play with that. I spread my knees wider and took him deeper into me. I could eel his fingers trace my ass. He filled me up so much! He was enjoying his birthday greatly. 

He leaned forward and sucked both my nipples at once. The sensation was mind shattering. He continued to pound upwards into me. He pulled me close to his chest. He smelled so good. My breaths became harder and quicker. I began to groan his name and grind against him.

Suddenly, he tensed up and screamed my name. I felt a warm release inside me as I grinded against him. A shiver ran down his body as he realized I was coming, too. My inner muscles gripped his erection and perfectly squeezed every drop out of him. He leaned his head against the headboard, spent. I kissed his ear and whispered, "Happy birthday, sweetie."

He smiled and sighed. Wrapping his arms around me, he blew me a kiss. "Yes, it was!" he answered. "Hell, if I get this on my birthday, what do I get for Christmas?!"

I just smiled, winked, and kissed my husband.



Birthday Wishes



I had just turned the age of 21, though my youthful appearance credited me to all the years of at least 18. It was a beautiful day, the temperature mild for summer with a soft breeze, and fluffy white clouds dotting the sky in a picturesque quality. My thoughts turned little beyond the beauty of the day, and the final lock of childhood that had been shed by the monumentality of the day. 

I reveled in my freedom by going shopping with a good friend of mine, reliving the nostalgic joy of the toy store before continuing on to the mall. It was there that I was greeted by a gaggle of my friends, who carried out a deceptive plan of tortuous amusement for the day. By the time I was free from their clutches, I looked no better than the age assumed by many when first meeting me. Bangs newly trimmed and hair tied back in pigtails, twin ribbons capping them made of soft pink yarn that was about as wide as a magic marker. A dark blue plaid skit that was crisply pleated and came close to touching my fingertips, accented by a light weight blouse that was short sleeve and a dark blue blazer. To top off the appearance, my friends added dark blue knee socks and dark brown loafer shoes.

I have to say, at the time, it was quite amusing for me, since afterwards, when I left them; I went to the package store to grab a bottle of wine for my boyfriend and me to share with a quiet dinner. I had asked to be allowed the privilege of buying the wine because of the day, giving him the task of cooking up something delicious. The wine I selected was pomme vert, a favorite of mine when I was allowed to sample wines through my college years. I have to admit, the cashier had a good laugh at me after checking my I.D., but I cannot really blame him since I knew I had to look a little ridiculous dressed as a schoolgirl and buying some expensive wine.

I hurried out of the package store, a blush staining my cheeks from having turned away from a blatantly lustful stare of the man once he realized I was ultimately fair game. I guess, because of this, I really wasn't watching where I was going and was so surprised when I found two uniformed cops standing directly before me on the wide sidewalk, the cruiser parked behind them on the street. Blushing and mumbling a soft apology for almost walking in to both of them, it took me a second to realize both wore identical stern expressions that made me feel a twinge of alarm.

When asked to see the contents of the bag I carried, I offered them the bottle of wine covered in the brown bag. I don't think the blush left my face, as both officers looked me up and down after giving a glance to the bottle. While I watched, the cops turned to each other and one gave a nod of silent communication before stepping behind me and capturing one of my wrists. I heard his deep voice behind me as the cool metal of handcuffs closed in around my flesh just beneath the heel of my hand.

"We're going to take you in for booking. Underage drinking is a crime in this town."

Shaking my head I tried to glance over my shoulder as my second hand was captured, my purse pulled from my fingers. Not able to get a clear view of the officer behind me, I turned to the one before me. "Officer, please, this is a mistake. If you look in my purse, you'll find my driver's license. It clearly states that today is my birthday and that I am of age to purchase alcohol."

The officer just gave me a dubious expression before I heard the zipper and rustle of the other officer behind me as he checked the contents of my purse. It was to my surprise when he gave a snort of slight amusement before the zipper was closed again, exasperation tingeing his voice this time as he spoke.

"I've seen better fake driver's license on the back of cereal boxes."

I was so stunned by his comment that I meekly allowed myself to be lead to the cruiser and helped inside, my purse tossed next to me on the back seat. Sitting there, I watched as both officers got in the car, noticing for the first time that both were pretty fit, perhaps in their mid-thirties and about average height for a guy in this area. Nothing too descriptive of them that I might use later when I filed charges, I thought to myself as the car was pulled from where it was parked to enter the lane of traffic.

The two spoke softly to each other, ignoring me, as the police scanner bleeped in and out between cars and the station. I knew the station was only a few blocks away and perhaps that kept me from panicking in my situation. After all, when I was allowed my one phone call, I'd be able to get my parents in and then this would all be one big joke to be remembered in the years. However, as the surrounding area grew less and less familiar to me, I realized that the officers were not taking me to the station.

Swallowing hard, I acted on impulse, using my bound hands to catch hold of my purse and pull it towards me, fumbling a little with the zipper before pulling my cell phone out and dialing my parents' number. After pushing send, I tried my best to cover the earpiece with my fingers, doubting that my actions would be much appreciated by the two officers before me.

I wasn't expecting the loud beep my phone let off, its own personal way of saying that there was no service in the area. The driver glanced back with his rear view mirror as his partner turned around to watch me.

"What was that?" the driver asked.

I felt the heat fill my face, as I blushed, trying to act innocent, though I knew I had never been good at lying.

"Nothing."

I don't know what I was expecting but the officer seated in the passenger seat turned to his partner, speaking in a low tone.

"Pull over."

The driver did just that and before I knew it, the cop was out of the passenger seat and opening the door to the side of the car where I was seated. I lifted my chin, trying to show a false bravado I couldn't even fathom to feel. With ease, he picked up half emptied purse, seeing the trail of items lead behind me. He pushed me forward and grabbed the cell phone from my hands, his gaze turning to the officer who had opened the other side of the door without my noticing.

"Are you looking for trouble?" The cop holding the phone asked.

I felt a burst of anger fill me at the question. How dare he?! I thought to myself. Here I was, arrested by these two men, on false charges, not even being taken to the police station and yet I was looking to cause trouble. I glared up at him, not even thinking to hide my anger towards the two of them. Seeing it, the officer reached out and, with his hand, flung my purse and all its contents out of the cruiser and onto the ground.

I was so shocked; I fell back on the seat, sliding down onto the floor of the car as I tried to push back a little from the angry officer. Still, it was not the one I was watching that spoke next, but the one right behind my head.

"I think we should teach her a lesson, Peters. What do you think?"

From my vantage point, I could clearly see both of the officers, though only one at a time. Peters, the one before me, gave a nod, his hands resting on her hips. The unnamed officer grabbed my arms and yanked me from the car, dragging me to the front of it. I could see clearly now that we were in the outskirts of the town, which was basically all country. There was a house in the distance but it was hard to see and I doubted anyone was home yet, considering it was the middle of the week and still early afternoon.

I wasn't sure what to expect, wondering what kind of lessons cops taught delinquents when bad-mouthed them on their way to the station. For all I was guessing, it came to quite a shock as my blazer was ripped open, along with the delicate blouse, exposing the delicate white bra that cupped my breasts and bare belly. Both jacket and shirt were pulled down my arm to rest with my hands. I could feel myself trembling as I was forced to lay down over the car, unable to move to get away as my legs pressed into the face of the car and my bare torso was pressed into the very warm hood.

Closing my eyes, I tried to ignore the embarrassment of being bared before the two men, tried to ignore the heat that was seeping into my body and making me squirm from discomfort. I knew my skin would be pink when I was allowed back up again. I one of the officers fumble with the back of my skirt as the other held me down by my neck. The back of my skirt was lifted up and tucked into the waist of it, baring the delicate bikini bottoms that matched my bra.

I tried not to whimper as I felt two warm hands come to cup both of my ass cheeks, the heat of his hands seeming extremely to the cool skin of my back and legs. I could feel myself sweating as I tried to breath, the heat of the car beneath me making it a little harder for me to do while the hand on the back of my neck tightened as if in warning. Like I could do anything to stop them, I thought. 

The hands on my buttocks slowly began to knead into my flesh, fingers sliding into the leg holes of my panties to push and prod into my actual skin. I could feel my body responding to it, my muscles easing as warmth spread through my loins. I had always enjoyed such attention when in this position with my boyfriend and while my mind shouted for the men to stop, my body reacted naturally, my nipples hardening beneath the bra while I slowly began to grow wet.

Neither cop seemed to notice my discomfort as my feet were kicked shoulder width apart and the panties slowly pulled down my thighs. I shivered, my muscles clenching as I wiggled on the hood of the car, feeling the satin of the panties lightly caressing my skin. The slap I received on my ass made me gasp, as the words were growled to me from one of the officers, though I didn't know who.

"Don't move."

Growing still again, I bit my lower lip, feeling the hands leave the panties right at my knees, the fabric biting into my skin a little from the stretch position. The hands slowly slid up my inner thighs, massaging gently the higher they got until fingertips lightly grazed on the bare lips of my pussy. I swallowed the moan of humiliation as I closed my eyes, feeling the fingers climb higher to rub the inner joint of where my thighbone joined my pelvic bone.

The fingers at the back of my neck slowly began to knead as well, sliding along the base of my head to start there, while the fingers between my thighs slowly applied pressure to my labia, slowly forcing the two to part as my juices began to leak out onto the hands there. This time, I did moan, knowing that my secret had to be discovered even as I was slowly being put at ease by the hands against me. The fingers continued to slowly rub my lower lips, parting them to pay each special attention, moving from the front of my pussy to the back where the cheeks of my ass were once more massaged.

By this time, I was getting pretty aroused and relaxed, not so much as concentrating on the heat the still burned into my skin or even my surroundings for that matter. So, it came to quite a shock for me when the gentle hand at my neck once more tightened in a hard hold, and the hands left my ass to deliver a several sharp slaps. I screamed through each one, tears running down my flushed face as one after another was delivered to my upturned ass. My hips bounced on their own accord, partially from the impact of the blows, partially in hopes to avoid the abuse that I knew deep down could not be avoided.

When the spanking stopped, I gasped for breath still crying as my hips rocked back and forth, my ass feeling as if it was on fire. I was not given a moment's relief as the hands that just finished abusing my bottom now slid between my spread legs to part the lips of my pussy and rub firmly into my clit. A shudder ran through my body at the sudden jolt of pure pleasure that went through my body, my hips continuing to jerk back and forth against the fingers.

My entire mind was centered on the fingers that teased me between my legs, feeling the juices of my body begin to coat the top of my thighs, I was so wet. With the hands still playing with my body, the idle slaps of the officer holding my neck kept my hips rocking firmly back and forth. I whimpered, trying to pull away from the torture of the fingers pinching and rubbing my clit while my ass was once more set on fire. I couldn't stand it, I felt as if I was going to explode, I ached so much from arousal.

Just when I thought I couldn't handle any more, I came, my body jerking against the front of the car as two sets of hands spanked me, one set holding me down by my neck while spanking my ass, the other exposing my clit at it two was spanked. I cried and sobbed as I writhed, feeling the flow of juices cover my thighs. The hands slowly stopped the light beating, the hand on my bottom massaging gently as I tried to calm down. I was oblivious to the world around me, my eyes closed and the weight of my body now mostly held up by the hood of the car.

For a while, I just accepted the touches, my mind dazed and floating. It wasn't until I felt the set of hands once more open my pussy that I grew alert. Opening my eyes, I stared unseeingly into a mass of trees, feeling the fingers playing over my sensitive clit, slowly pulling the hood back. The breath in my lungs hitched as I heard a soft chime while the hands between my legs fumbled. I didn't know what was happening and with myself in such a position, I was frightened beyond belief.

The sudden feel of ridged pressure firmly gripping around my clit like nothing else I felt, made my hips buck as I tried to move away in protest, unintelligible words rising to my lips. A hand came to cover my mouth as warm breath stirred my ear, offering firm sounds to help calm and hush me before it was explained that a clamp was being set to my clit.

That, I could tell. The pressure was building and whatever hung from the bottom, a weighted bell I think, rang from the movement of my hips, gently tugging and squeezing my clit in such a way that I felt that I need to cum immediately or urinate, or do something. The hand slowly slid away from my mouth as I was reduced to whimpers, my hips grinding into the hood of the car.

Once more my mind was oblivious to what was around me. I gave no notion to the fact that my neck had been released, as hands gripped by hips and I felt something nudging between my pussy lips to slowly push into me. My eyes opened wide as gaped in silence, feeling a thick cock slowly beginning to fill me, my bucking hips held firm though the slight shift in motion helped further the appendage deep into me.

Closing my eyes, I moaned, giving in to what my body needed and silence the protestations of my mind that this was wrong. The bell chimed with each thrust into me, the pressure on my clit causing my inner muscles to constrict over the cock buried in me. It felt like paradise, the motions gentle and smooth, my body easily becoming soaking wet.

The officer dropped his hands from my waist to grab my ponytails. Up until this point I had forgotten about how I had been dressed. Pulled back, forced to hold my upper body up, I groaned as my hair was used as a handle, his hips slapping into my already tender ass as he pounded into me. His balls connected with the bell countless times, making me shudder and gasp as the tiny ornament was forced back and forth, to and fro, causing such feelings in my clit, that I had an orgasm without warning.

The scream I gave was raw as I tried to catch my breath, hearing the man behind me grunt and groan, enjoying the twitching feel of my pussy around him, clamping and pulling as my first orgasm lead into my second, the clamp on my clit keeping me right on the edge.

The pounding increased further until the hands yanked my head back entirely, forcing my body to arch almost painfully as his hips pinned mine into the car. I could feel the hot, stick ropes of his cum jet into me, filling me up before I was released and allowed to lie down once more on the top of the car.

Moaning softly, I tried to calm down, the little weight swaying gently, keeping me from actually attaining my goal. My ass once more felt as if it was on fire again, though not so bad as when the hands had spanked it, the flesh very tender. My scalp hurt too, and I wished that I had use of my hands to stroke it and help sooth the pain.

As I lay there, I felt hands once more on me, gathering up the cooling juices from my thighs, teasing the lips of my sex once more, slowly circling the clit so that I whimpered and squirmed. I could hear the soft laughter behind me, blushing as the officer enjoyed the torture he was giving my body.

His next actions surprised me, as I felt hands part the cheeks of my ass and a wet fingertip slowly rub into the rosebud of ass. I whimpered louder, trying to fight it, but the missing set of hands came to hold my neck down, gently petting my hair. I felt tears gathering in my eyes as I squeezed them shut, the gentle pressure unnerving even as it was pleasurable.

I hated having my ass played with by my boyfriends, it felt wicked of me for enjoying it and I despised the man now for finding out that I did enjoy the attention. The finger never really forced its way in but rather slowly exerted pressure as it rubbed the ring of muscles. Slowly I could feel my muscles give in and allow the finger entrance. I moaned as I felt the finger begin to saw in and out of me, pushing more and more into me until it was totally in.

I sobbed softly into the car, my hips rocking and twisting with the actions of the officer behind me, feeling the finger deep in my bowels massage the flimsy wall of skin that separated my pussy from my ass, feeling a little full.

My feet were forced wider as I felt his knee push between my legs, his hips pressed against one side of my hip as the cop shoved his thigh firmly against my pussy. Moaning, I felt myself stroke against the wool material, giving a gentle friction as my juices and cum leaked from me, wetting me further. I fought myself for a moment, trying to resist the urge to hump against the leg pushed against me, before giving in.

I felt like a slut as my hips eagerly wiggled and slid up and down the expanse of leg that I could, a finger buried in my ass, fucking me. The tiny bell chimed now and again but I didn't care, wanting only to give in to the desire I had longed for, for so long. I moaned and cried out as I came against the officer's leg, a small smile touching my lips as I felt the finger slowly pull from my ass.

As the leg withdrew, I felt the clasp of my bra be released, the straps on my arms pulled down before I was pushed more onto the hood of the cruiser and turned onto my back. Peters stood near my legs, one hand pulling my legs up towards my chest, which the cop standing beside me, helped hold up as Peters wiped his finger clean on my panties.

"Dirty little girl, aren't we?" Peters asked as he grinned at me, his hands pulling my hips down towards the front of the car before he opened his pants, his hard, long dick popping free of its restraint as he pushed his pants down a little. Removing the clamp from my clit, he handed it to the other officer, who pocketed the object.

Looking at him, I blushed as I saw the smirk on his face, his hands holding my lower calves so that my body was doubled over. Peters rubbed the tip of his cock between my wet lower lips, coating himself before rubbing against my rosebud. Whimpering, I shook my head, my face flushing with red as tears began to form.

I watched him laugh at me, giving a sharp slap to my ass before leaning forward to speak, "Don't ever think to deny me."

With that, he slid his cock up and buried himself hilt deep into my pussy. I screamed, my hips bucking, but it was no good as he grabbed my hips and pulled me down until he could lay over me, his weight helping to pin my legs down as he fucked me rough and hard. The rough texture of his pubic hair rubbed against the tender flesh of my clit, my hips jumping at the feel, lifting myself further for his thrust.




Birthday Wishes



From the spanking, the previous fucking, and the masturbation, my body was so sensitive that it only took a few minutes before I came around his dick, panting and crying out like a slut. I could see his smiling face framed between my legs as he once more coated his finger with my juices before sliding it in my ass again. Shaking my head, I moaned, and tried to move against him as best I could, which really wasn't much.

Pinned as I was, I could feel every inch of him pushing a pulling inside me, his finger wiggling around, making me squirm and moan. I came again quickly, feeling my juices wet his skin and slide down the cheeks of my ass to help coat his finger more. Feeling him pump faster and faster into me, I watched his flush face, his gaze intent on me.

"That's right little slut, keep cumming. Squeal like the little piggy you are. You're such a bad girl enjoying my finger up your tight ass as I fuck you."

I blushed at the words, shaking my head as I squeezed my eyes shut, but the words did the trick, orgasming so hard that I passed out just as he began ejaculating inside of me.

When I woke, I was slumped against the side of my house, hidden by the bushes that trimmed the front of the house on either side of the door. The smell of alcohol was over powering on me and looking down, I saw the empty bottle of wine with my purse on either side of me, my clothes messy and very wrinkle. Stumbling to my feet, I wondered what had happened, if I had dreamed up everything about the cops.

Grabbing my purse, I unlocked the door and hurried inside, thinking to shower before my boyfriend got home. When I went into the bedroom, I tossed my purse on the bed then removed the blazer, tossing it along side. I paused in the motion of unbuttoning the blouse as I heard the soft jingle come from the bed.

Slowly, I walked to it, picking up the jacket and searching first one pocket and then the other. In the second pocket I found the tiny clamp that had been put on my clit, a note attached the charm. Opening it, I felt a blush unexpectedly rise to my cheeks as I read the words.

'Happy 21st Birthday. Hope you enjoyed your ride home. Remember, don't drink and drive. – P. & S.'

Removing the note, I stuffed it into the journal I kept near the bed before tucking the clamp inside my panty drawer next to my vibrator. Giving a small smile, I stripped down and quickly showered before hiding away the dirty clothes from my boyfriend and picking up my journal. Opening up to the clean page, I wrote the date before starting off with my story.

'I had just turned the age of 21, though my youthful appearance credited...'



Birthday Wishes



I'm writing to share with your readers, of which I have been for 2 years, a true story about the most passionate night of sex I've ever had. For the sake of your readers, I am a 29 year old, 5'4" brunette with a slender figure and 36-B breasts tipped by dark, excitable nipples.

About three months ago it was Austin's (my husband of just over 5 years) 30th birthday. I planned a night that neither he nor I will ever forget. The evening started with a candlelit dinner and cocktails at a downtown restaurant in the city. After dinner I drove him to the next stop on his birthday adventure, a local gentlemen's club. I could see the excitement in his eyes as we walked up to the front door. 

It was still early, so there was no cover charge and the place was far from crowded. A handsome gentleman led us to a couple of chairs near a small stage where a tall, long legged blond was dancing, wearing only a g-string. A waitress was waiting and ordered our drinks as second, barely dressed woman strolled over, plopped down on Austin's lap and started talking. It was obvious he still didn't know what to think. I leaned over and told him to look around and pick out his favorite dancer – for his birthday, I was going to buy him a lap dance. He suggested that I pick for him, smart move on his part.

As I scanned the room, a redhead, wearing black, see through lace leaned over and asked me if I wanted a dance. She was gorgeous and Austin always had a thing for redheads. I gave her a twenty and told her to dance for "that guy," pointing to Austin. 

Within 15 seconds from the start of the next song, the redhead was wearing little more than a dental floss g-string that left little up to the imagination. Her hands drifted over her naked body, spending most of the time circling her hardening nipples, pausing every now and again to give one a little pinch. Then she started to climb my man like a pole, touching herself just inches from his face. Even I was getting aroused watching her, close enough for Austin to lick if he only stuck out his tongue. She was facing me now, backing and gyrating her crotch ever closer to Austin's face. I'm sure he could smell her. The redhead looked at me with hungry eyes and licked her lips, her hands again rubbed her breasts. She slipped one finger into her mouth and used her own saliva to wet her nipples which now glistened in the dim light. I suspected this part of the dance was not directed at Austin.

When the song ended, the redhead asked if I wanted a show, which I did, but declined. When she left Austin thanked me and after ordering a couple more drinks left to go to the men's room. When he got back he was being followed by 2 dancers, one blond and one brunette. The next song was starting just as he sat down and the 2 girls began to disrobe one another, their hands exploring each others bodies, with their hands and even their tongues. The expressions in their faces were erotic and I looked down to notice my nipples, unrestrained by a bra, were hardened and poking at my blouse.

The dance seemed to last forever, I can't remember ever being this horny. I though of Austin's dick - hard as a rock, tipped with glistening pre-cum. The song changed, but instead of dressing and moving on the 2 split up, the brunette began dancing for Austin, and the blond came over to me. I was nervous and excited, my body shuttered with anxiety as her blond hair brushed my face. I had forgotten all about Austin, my focus was on the woman climbing all over me and my throbbing pussy. Her breasts were in my face, nipples erect as she dry-humped by leg. I was wearing a skirt and could feel her juices on my leg. One of her nipples barely brushed my nose, accidentally I figured, but then she brushed it against my lips, not once, but several times. Finally I let my lips part and she guided her nipple between my open lips. Instinctively, I opened further and engulfed her hardened nipple into my mouth and then circled it with my tongue, but only for a second, because she quickly pulled it out and turned around. 

I glanced at Austin, who was enjoying the brunette's dancing abilities, then my focus returned quickly as the blond had her pussy just inches from my face. I could smell her faintly and it turned me on even more. I could see her juices beading on her pussy lips as she moved them up and down, in circles and occasionally bumped my face. Her hands were on my thighs, supporting her weight, one hand was slowly sliding up my skirt. Her hand was so close, I knew she could feel the heat of my pussy. It moved ever closer and then brushed my soaked panties. I almost climaxed right there, but she wasn't finished. One finger pushed my panties aside while another slid between the lips of my aching pussy. I moaned uncontrollably, but only for a second. As quickly as she had pulled her nipple from my hungry mouth, she withdrew her finger, stood up and began getting dressed. 

The song and dance were over, but just before she left, she slid her finger, still wet with my juices into her mouth and with her other hand slid a finger into her own pussy, all the while looking right at me. I had several more drinks and we both enjoyed a few more dances before getting up to leave. 

Austin was in better shape than I was to drive home. We had barely left the parking lot before I started rubbing my breasts and pinching my rock hard nipples. With one hand I reached over and began to free my husbands throbbing dick, softly stroking it up and down. I had never seen so much pre cum tip his member and leaned over to suck it from his dick. But it was only a tease – just for a second, just like the blond had done to me. I told Austin he had better find a hotel then turned my attention to my own needs. 

I unbuttoned my blouse for better access to my highly sensitive breasts, Austin could barely keep his eyes on the road as I rubbed and tweaked my nipples. My second hand I slid into my panties and began to gently massage my aching pussy. My panties were drenched – never had I felt this wet before. I still needed more and quickly removed my panties. I tried to tease myself, but only seconds passed before I had 2 fingers inside pumping and rubbing my g-spot, while my palm stroked my clit. 

Austin had found a hotel and was pulling into the lot, the bump of the curve almost sent me over the edge. Austin got out and hobbled to the lobby to get us a room. For me, 2 fingers just wasn't enough, I needed something deep inside me! My eyes fell on the cars stick shift. It seemed too big, but right now I feel like I wanted someone to drive a truck into my pussy. I straddled the stick shift and then lowered my throbbing pussy onto it. It was big, a hard plastic ball on top of a 6 inch rod. Slowly I slid up and down the shaft while pinching my nipples and rubbing my clit. In less than a minute, an amazing orgasm swept over my entire body like an avalanche. But I still needed more, I began sliding up and down faster when the car door opened and Austin stuck his head in. 

Seeing what I was doing, he began to suck on my nipple and gently massage my asshole with a finger. I climaxed a second time – this time my moans had attracted the attention of other guests in the parking lot. Laughing we ran to our room. Where Austin ripped off my clothes and threw me onto the bed. He went right for my pussy sucking and licking the juices that were flowing like a fountain. That was how I had my 3rd orgasm. I still needed him inside me, so I rolled over, grabbed his throbbing hard-on and shoved it into my pussy. He lasted about 5 seconds, before filling me with his cum and collapsing on the bed next to me.

Did he think I was done...? I still needed to be fucked hard! I reached for his dick and began to lick the cum and my own wetness from it. As I sucked it deeper into my mouth, I felt it grow and soon it was hard enough for my aching pussy. I pulled Austin on top of me and he thrust his manhood deeper inside of me than that stick shift would reach. He pushed my knees up to my ears and fucked me harder than he had ever done. This time his stamina was amazing, I climaxed again. Austin rolled me over and slowly slid his wet dick into my ass. He'd fingered me there before, which I'd enjoyed, but this was a whole new experience. Maybe he needed something a little tighter after the stick shift loosed my cunt. Slowly at first, but increasing in tempo he thrust in and out, I rubbed my clit and pinched my nipples. This time we came together, both screaming with pleasure.

We had sex on and off through the night, sometimes he started while I was still sleeping. My orgasms didn't come as hard or as often anymore – I was too sexually exhausted, but it felt wonderful to be filled with cum and just let it drain onto the sheets.

Maybe Austin will take me back there for my 30th birthday next month and maybe the blond will be there too.



Birthday Wishes



I pumped my vibrator deep into my wet cunt. I was dreaming of the one man I wanted, but couldn't have. "Oh God Tony," I told myself, "Fuck me just like that." I've been talking to Tony for mouths now. I wanted him so bad I could almost feel him here with me. The one problem, however, he was over a thousand miles away and I couldn't have him. Just as I pulled the dildo out of my dripping wet pussy, I heard a grunt on my computer. I had almost forgotten he was on the web-cam with me. We recovered and got our cloths back on.

"When are you going to get here?" I asked him my birthday was coming up and I had asked him to come up to see me. "You still haven't told me if your coming up for my birthday or not."

"I told you already, I don't think I can Devi." He truly looked disappointed with his own answer. "I have to work, I've been trying really hard to get the time off, but it's not looking good." And with that, we said our good nights and depressed I switched off my laptop.

My birthday was in three days, on a Monday, but had taken the weekend off to celebrate. I just moved to the city and was not looking forward to the lack of people I had here to party with me. I was turning 25, but still couldn't wait. I got to the bar and saw a few of my friends packing up to leave.

"What the hell?" I asked as they turned to leave "I didn't think I was that late. Only a few minutes"

"Oh you're not late," Autumn told me "we just thought you might like some time by you self. We'll party another night." They didn't seem mad or upset in anyway. So I wasn't sure what to think. That's when I had to double take. The first time I glanced, I could have swarm I saw Tony there. I looked down, think it was just my friends leaving making me more pissed then I thought and was now seeing thing. I looked again and sure enough, there he was. 

Tony, in person, was sitting at the bar, starring at me with an intense look in his eyes. I couldn't believe it.

"What in the world..." tony put his lips to mine. I had been waiting for that for months. Warmth spread through me like I was set on fire. It was the first time we got the opportunity to touch. I had to say that the web cam didn't do him justice.

"I've been trying to work this out for months now Devi." He whispered lightly in my ear. "All your friends knew about it." He took my hand and I couldn't help but feel the wetness grow between my legs. He led me through the door and down the street to the hotel. It took everything we had not to grope each other in the lobby and the elevator. We got to the room and barely made it in the door before cloths were flying across the room. I pinned him to the wall and sucked the lobe of his ear.

"I've been waiting for you for so long." I whispered in his ear. His hands drifted to my breast and he pinched my nipple. I moaned lightly.

"Me too, baby." I dropped to my knees and released his hard cock from his boxers licked the precum from the tip. It tasted better than I dreamed. Tony wrapped his hand in my hair with encouragement, as I began to swallow as much of his 9 inch dick as I could. I continued to slide my mouth down the shaft and worked the tip with my tongue. 

"Devi, baby, you do that so good." I continue to deep throat his cock. "Oh I'm going to cum!" he began to vibrate as he unloaded and filled my mouth. I sucked him clean. 

Still hard, he pulled me up and I wound my legs around his waist. He carried me to the bed and buried his face in my pussy, fucking me with his tongue. "Oh god that feels so good." I couldn't believe he was here with me. The fantasy of it fueled the passion I felt for him. "stop." He looked up at me slightly confused. "Come here." I whispered. He moved up to my face and I kissed him tasting myself on his face.

I opened my legs further and let him slide into me. I felt so full. I moaned as he thrust deep into me. His mouth never left mine. I had never felt such passion. I wanted to scream, but he wouldn't let me pull my face away. He fucked me until he felt my pussy tighten. He finally released his hold on my mouth and screamed as he grunted and came deep inside me. 

He collapsed beside me. "How long can you stay?" I asked him in between breaths. 

"I'm only here for tonight. My flight is at noon." 

"Well then we can't waste any time." We spent the rest of the night making love and worshiping each other. The next morning I took him to the airport, we said our good buys and he left.