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Hank's 30th Birthday Pt. 01

By: petertime



Hank had lived in Los Angles for just over 10 years, which wasn't that unusual. That he didn't work in the entertainment business, or even aspire to, was. He didn't hang out with actresses or models for the most part, which is probably what made being in a house full of sexy, topless women on the night of his 30th birthday even more spectacularly odd.

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Two weeks before, Hank was out for drinks with Clara. Clara was a friend. A good friend. A single friend. A very attractive friend. But not a girlfriend. It wasn't that they hadn't tried, they had dated for a few weeks a year or two after he moved to LA. But the chemistry wasn't quite right, and the sex was, well, the sex was awkward. Nothing bad, just a little off. He hadn't been comfortable asking for the stuff he liked in bed, and she hadn't been completely satisfied either. So they ended up just friends.

Hank sipped his beer as his attractive friend came back to the table. He looked her up and down, discreetly of course, and he enjoyed what he saw. A petite blonde, she had small breasts and fantastic legs that she wasn't afraid to show off, as her short skirt clearly demonstrated.

"So, what's the plan for your birthday" Clara asked. 

"Not sure there is one. Between you and my buddy Rick, that's all the real friends I have. Rick's out of town and he's taking me out for drinks when he gets back" Hank didn't seem too broken up about it though. Birthdays hadn't been a big deal to him for years.

"Well there is no way I'm letting your 30th birthday pass 

without a huge blowout"

Clara winked, and he wasn't sure if she was being playful or mischievous or what. He could never tell with her. 

"CLARA!" A tall, gorgeous brunette approached. Her long black hair hung just past her shoulders. Her skirt didn't show nearly the leg Clara's did, but it highlighted her curves. 

Clara stood and hugged the woman. "Anita! This is Hank" He smiled, and concentrated on maintaining eye contact with the beautiful woman. Not any easy task. Though her breasts might have been small, her top showcased them well. She smiled back, and made no secret of looking him up and down. It was pretty safe to say she was impressed with what she saw. 

"How'd that audition go?" Clara asked. 

"Ugh. Same old, same old. I'm starting to think it's time to give up like you did. Either that or get them done." She motioned to her breasts. "But then the committee would have to excommunicate me. Speaking of which, I better find them" With that she gave Clara another hug, Hank a wink and wandered off. 

"Committee?" Hank asked. Clare crinkled her nose up, in that cute way she often did. 

"Ugh, I hate that term. Long story short, Anita's an actress who's pretty sure her career would be doing a lot better if she had bigger tits" 

Hank smiled awkwardly. It was one thing to talk about a girl's breasts, (or "tits" as it were) with Rick or another guy, but with a woman? That always seemed odd.

"Anyway, her and a group of similarly small chested actresses call themselves the itty bitty titty committee. I hate the term." She took a drink of her martini and the moment just hung there getting more and more awkward until Hank finally asked the obvious question "Were you ever part of the group?"

"Not really. I mean, I like the girls alright, and god knows I've got the qualifications but the few times I went out with them, the conversation seemed to revolve around their lack of tits more then anything. How it was effecting their careers, their inability to find a guy, their sex lives. Worst part is, they're not wrong. I just couldn't take it being the only thing they talked about."

"What you mean they're not wrong?" he asked, genuinely interested.

"Hank, sweetie. Sometimes I don't think you're real." Clara shook her head in mock disbelief. "Woman with small tits are judged constantly. Actresses & models get it worse then most for sure, but all women get sized up based on how big their tits are. All of the time. At least in this town. Casting agents, job interviews, guys in bars, hell even other women. If you don't have at least a "C" cup, then..." she just kinda trailed off and then slumped her shoulders.

"Really? Breasts are breasts. Any size is good, if it's in proportion to the rest of a woman's body." Hank laughed. "I'd never have thought you need a support group for small breasts"

"A lack of support needed, more like it." Clara punched him playfully in the shoulder

"No, no I didn't mean it like that. I meant a group or a party, where no guys or large breasted women are allowed. Then would no one there to judge you."

"Yeah" Clara agreed, only not so playfully all of a sudden.

And that is what lead to the most spectacularly odd birthday he ever had. Clara took the idea and ran with it. And once she found out Rick had a pool, she got Hank to interrupt his vacation and call him to convince him to let them use his place for the party. Well for A party, Rick had no idea what THE party was. Neither did Hank for that matter. Not really. 

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On his actual birthday Hank ended up working late. Not a whole lot late, but he had to stick around an extra hour or so, then he got caught in traffic. By the time he got home from work, showered and over to Rick's it was almost 9pm. Clara had grabbed the key from him earlier, so between her being there and him confident no one was coming before 10pm, he wasn't feeling too rushed. When he pulled into Rick's driveway and saw the place was hopping, he was surprised. 

As he walked through the front door, and into the centre of the open concept home, he could see at least 30 women. All with a drink in their hand, all having the time of their lives and each and every one of them small chested. Lots of "A" cups. though a couple of "B"s seemed to have snuck in.

Clara appeared from the kitchen side of the place, and put a beer in his hand. 

"What the?" was all he could say.

"Crazy isn't it?!" Clara looked around. She was in jeans and a t-shirt, but managed to make it look amazing. "They started showing up at eight. I guess once they found out about the concept behind this thing, being fashionable late wasn't on the agenda." And with that, she turned to the room.

"Everybody! EVERYBODY! Hank's here!" Hank looked around. On top the 30 or so women in the house, there was at least 10 more out by the pool. Each better looking then the last. 

Clara hopped up on a chair as the group quieted. 

"We all know why we're here. It's Hank's Birthday, but it's also a place where we can just be ourselves!" There were cheers and a couple of woos. "No judgement tonight, no feeling bad about ourselves or our bodies." Everyone clapped. "And Hank, as a way of saying both happy birthday and thanks..." Clara grabbed the hem of her shirt and, in one fluid motion, pulled it over her head. 

Hank was in shock. She was completely topless in front of a room full of women. And while it had been years since he had seen them, her breasts were just as beautiful as he remembered. Her white skin was almost flawlessly creamy. She had reddish areola and big nipples. He blinked to make sure this was real. And then he caught movement. To his left. And his right. The entire room was moving. The short woman to one side was undoing her blouse, the tall woman to the other side, pulling off a t shirt. The, had-to-be-a-model in front of him looked straight into his eyes and smiled. Hank had no idea who she was, (or who any of these women were) but he returned the smile as she reached behind her back with both hands, forcing her chest forward, and untied her bikini top. The top fell to the ground, exposing her tiny chest directly to him. The woman just laughed and left it there. 

Clara grabbed Hank by the hand, and lead him into the corner of the kitchen. He looked at her, unable to speak. "The party was my idea, but this..." she motioned around the room and then to her own tits, "...this was the committee's."

"It's a fucking brilliant idea" Hank finally said. 

"The deal is pretty straight forward. You can look all you want. If you talk to any woman here tonight, you can feel free to stare at her tits all you want. Don't even worry about making eye contact. We're all okay with this. But..."

Hank heart dropped. He looked around. Never in his life had he seen so many beautiful women, let alone seen this many half nude. Of course there was a catch.

She directed his face to her "But, no flash photography. Hand me your phone." Hank handed it over immediately. She held it up for anyone looking to see, and put it in her pocket. "You're not to mention this to anyone after tonight okay? Most of the women here are single but not all. This just some harmless fun."

As far as catches went, that was more than fair. Just then, a tall, topless woman leaned between the two of them, her chest pointed to Hank. She reached past him for a bowl of chips on the counter and he had a close up look at her magnificent breasts. They were puffy but the nipples were quite small. She smiled at him, though he didn't really see her face, and walked away.

"So have another beer" Clara took the empty bottle from his hand (when had he even had time to drink it?) and handed him another. "Have fun, and Happy birthday!"

She spun him back to face the party and pushed him into the centre of the room.

Hank smiled and just stood there. In the living room, seated on couch and lazy boy were three women, late 20s, all topless and sharing a plate of cheese and crackers. The sliding door to the patio/pool area was blocked by a pair of brunettes chatting away, wine glasses in hand, their tits pointed at each other. A short blond women, in just bikini bottoms squeezed between them as she entered the house. For just a second, her lips were just inches from one of the brunette's nipples as she passed. Amazing. In another corner, a woman with blue streaks in here hair stood talking to one with equally unnatural red streaks. Both had heavy, dark makeup on, both wore ripped fishnet stockings, both had nipple piercings.

Hank just kept turning and turning. At one point he was talking to a woman, mid thirties, who had long blonde hair. As she spoke, she pulled her hair back with both hands, putting it into a pony tail. All Hank registered was her chest being thrust forward and a deep desire to lean over and suck on her nipple.

Clara reappeared, still topless, but now wearing short shorts. She asked what they were talking about, and when it became clear Hank was incapable of answering, she to Hank by the hand and lead him to the sliding door. 

"I think you're in overload. Maybe the pool with be a bit more comfortable." They pushed pass the wine drinking brunettes who were still deep in conversation. Hank couldn't help but notice the tiny beauty mark on the left breast of the one he was facing as he passed. He turned to the other woman, to compare. No marks there, but her nipples were erect. Maybe it was the night air.

Regardless of its effect on that woman's nipples, once outside, the night air helped clear Hank's head dramatically. 

"Better?" Clara asked, head tilted as she looked at him. 

"Much. That was, I mean this is..." he struggled to find the words "Things like this don't happen to guys like me."

"Sweetie, nothing's happened." She turned and walked to the pool as she talked. Did she say "yet?" Hank was fairly sure she said "yet". Maybe the night air hadn't cleared his head so much after all. 

He followed her over, as she sat at the edge of the pool, letting her sexy legs slide into the warm water. "I just have to..." Hank realized his tie was gone and his shirt was unbuttoned a button or two. When had that happened? He looked back into the house, to see a tall women waving back at him. She towered over the rest of the party, at least 6 ft but graceful, in black dress slacks with his tie around her neck and hanging between her nude breasts. Or tits? He was completely lost as to what he should be calling them.

With both pant legs rolled up, he joined Clara at the pool's edge, so he was between Clara and... Anita? Yes, that gorgeous woman he met at the bar a few weeks back. Her long legs already in the pool. Her black bikini bottoms seemed to be tiny triangles of cloth, held together with whisper-thin string, tied into little bows on either hip. Her suit, what little there was anyway, was still wet from an earlier dip in the pool. Her breasts were small and nipples were tiny, but seemed just right on her. 

"Hank! Thank you so much for this. It's so refreshing to just be able to not worry for once" Anita said.

"Thank me? Thank you." He could't believe he was getting thanked for hosting this. Rick would never believe him, which was just as well, as he would never forgive him for having this at his house without him.

"So Hank... I can't help but notice you've still got your clothes on." Hank turned to see a red head in the pool swim up to him, stopping just in front of him. Her hair was dark and wet, which made her vivid blue eyes pop. Her tits were water level, so the gentle waves of the pool lapped against her nipples, which the stood out in the night air. 

"You'll have to excuse Paula, she can be a bit forward." Anita placed a hand on his knee. "But she does have a point. Not exactly fair, all of us... well, not exactly giving a show but you know what I mean."

Hank looked around. The surreal-ness of the moment washed over him. He was the only guy at a party of gorgeous women who were all showing off their breasts for him.

"So? Do we get to see it?" Paula asked.

"Um, I don't think, I mean..." Hank was unsure of what to say. 

"I think Hank might be worried he will offend us." Anita said. "I suspect he has an bit of an erection."

"I wouldn't be offended." Paula responded, pinching her nipples "Look, I get erections too."

Hank looked. There was something odd, yet arousing to have a woman ask to look at her bare breasts so matter of factly. Paula seemed to have no shame.

"Um...no, I mean yes I have a... a..." He was struggling. And kicking himself for not being able to at least fake his way through this conversation like he usually did. Flirting he could do. Innuendo, subtext, that sort of thing, was no problem. This blunt sexual talk, he was unused to it.

"Sweetie" Clara chimed in. "You've had an erection since I took off my top 30 minutes ago."

Paula edged closer to Hank, her movement created small waves that hit his legs and splashed up ay his pants. Playfully she teased him. "30 minutes, That's gotta be painful. We should definitely take care of that."

"No. It's not that. It's just..." Hank finally sorted it in his head "Let's just say being around several dozen gorgeous ladies is a bit, intimidating." 

"Ah, I see" Anita smiled. Clara put a hand on his knee as she leaned over Hank, and whispered to Anita, as if he wasn't there "He's got nothing to be ashamed of"

"Hank!" Anita scolded him. "Are you really sitting there...

"Hard as a rock" Paula interjected.

"...worried that we're going to judge you? A party full of women, who are here specifically to escape the constant judgment we are usually subjected to? Are you actually suggesting that we, the itty bitty tittle committee..."

Clara groaned in mock disgust

"...would judge some one based on their size?"

Hank had to laugh. The logic was sound, at least so far as it went. "You have a point." And once he had conceded that, the ladies took over.

"Up, Up." Anita poked at him to raise his butt. He did so, enabling her and Clara to pull his pants and underwear down to his thighs. They pulled his shirt off, half undoing it, half pulling it over his head. At which point Paula moved in and pulled his pants and boxers clear off him. 

Free on its constraints, his cock bounced up and down. Clara was right, he been as hard as he'd ever been, for a while now. 

"Told you." Clara said with a smile. "Nothing to be ashamed of."

"Maybe he's got a hair trigger!" Paula stood in the pool smiling, his pants floating away behind her, where she had clearly just tossed them. 

"There's only one way to deal with that." Paula moved closer. Her face inches from his cock. 

Hank tried to defend himself "I don't..."

Clara shushed him as Paula wrapped her fingers around the base of his dick. "You just have to point it somewhere safe..." She looked up at Hank, He could feel her breath on the tip of his dick. "and then set it off." And with a wink, she engulfed his cock with her mouth in one quick movement, never breaking eye contact. She looked up at him with her stunningly blue eyes, holding his cock in her mouth.

Hank gasped, as he looked down at this beautiful woman, who he had just met, as she started to bob up and down on his cock.

"Happy birthday" Clara whispered, before slipping into the pool and swimming away.

"Yes" Anita said. He turned away from the sight of Clara's incredible ass, and back to the topless woman beside him "Happy Birthday" she said, before leaning forward for a deep, sensual kiss. 

Paula released his cock from her mouth, and began to lick it. Base to tip, up and down, down and up, again and again. He turned back to her, her eyes still wide and looking up at him. He moaned, and mouthed the words "Thank you". She dove back onto his cock, and with her mouth full struggled to say "Yuu welomthh". She made a few more noises that he guessed were giggles (it was hard to make anything out, not that he minded) before focusing on the task at hand. With a slurp she began to bob up and down again 

Hank leaned back onto his elbows. Breathing deeply and trying to prolong the experience. He wasn't lying when he had tried to say didn't have a hair trigger, but jesus, this girl could suck.

Anita sat and watched. Her body blocked him from view from most of the people inside, not that it mattered to most. Paula pulled her mouth off his cock, and wrapped her hand around it. She splashed a bit as she jerked him off.

"That's it" She encouraged him. "That's it. That's a good boy." She began twisting her hands as the stroked up and down his shaft. 

"You can unload. Go on. Right on me." Hank was in heaven. He loved dirty talk, but was always so hesitant to ask for it.

"Give it to me. Give Paula your huge fucking load, from this huge fucking dick." Paula's mouth devoured his cock once more, though this time she hadn't let go with her hand. She pumped and sucked and slurped his dick for all she was worth. 

He let out a low moan, she responded with an "Mmmmm" as if his cock was the most delicious thing she had ever tasted. If she was an actress like he suspected, she was putting on an award winning performance.

"Oh god" Hank leaned forward. 

"Yettth, yethh" she said, his dick still between her lips, as she masturbated him faster and faster. 

"YES" he yelped, and shot his first spurt into her mouth. She released the tight grip her mouth had held, but continued to pump. He shot a second and third load, this time onto her face. 

"More, more" she begged. 

"Oh god" was all he could say. He had never thought he'd actually give a woman a facial, and yet here was this red headed stranger literally begging for it. Another spurt hit her chin and dripped down to her tits. He finished with one last spurt, half hitting her chest, half hitting the water. 

She pumped him another time or two, to make sure he was completely empty, and leaned forwarded one last time to suck him clean. 

"That. Was. Amazing." He managed, as he caught his breath. Paula smiled, and sank underwater to clean his jizz from her chest and face. 

Anita smiled beside him, not saying anything as he recovered. He watched as Paula reemerged from the water, several feet away from him. She swam to the far end of the pool, climbed the ladder and it was only then that he realized she had been completely nude. She grabbed a towel from beside where Clara was sitting, chatting with another couple of topless women. Clara looked up at him, smiled and waved. 


Hank's 30th Birthday Pt. 01



Anita rose and looked down at him. 

"We should find you something to wear before it's time to go inside and get another drink. And then there are a couple of ladies I think you should meet."



Hank's 30th Birthday Pt. 02



Hank was sitting at the edge of the pool, his legs dangling in the warm water. At the far side of water, a sexy blonde slipped into pool, waist deep. Short and slender, her short hair done up in some way that it suggested it wasn't her everyday look. From her careful movements he suspected she was trying to avoid getting it wet. Her arms swung slightly awkwardly, bent at the elbows and lifted so that not even her hands touched the water. He continued to watch her as she laughed and was splashed by another blonde sitting nearby. His eyes wandered down to her bare chest. Her pink puffy nipples were quite large relative to her breasts. She was a "B" cup at most, but then again that could be said about any of the women at this party.

Somehow Hank had found himself the only guy at a house party full of attractive, small chested women who were not only okay with him staring at their tits all night, they had, en mass, taken off their tops to encourage it. It was, without a doubt, the best birthday party he had ever had.

The pretty woman in the pool waded out a little further from the edge, her chest still above water and her nipples pointed straight out. 

"Here." Anita handed him a large beach towel and motioned for him to get up. Tall, with long black hair and wearing just a tiny pair of bikini bottoms, she smiled and offered him her hand. Hank's eyes followed her hand up her arm and to her fantastic breasts. They might not have been very big, but they looked amazing. Her bikini bottoms were barely there, her legs; long and fantastic.

Hank suddenly became very conscious that he was completely nude. A fact that he also realized was ridiculous. To be nude and surrounded by so many gorgeous half naked ladies was something he could barely imagine, but to forget it was happening, WHILE it was happening seemed impossible. Yet that was his current predicament. Maybe it was old age (this being his 30th birthday) or maybe it was just the after effects of having just gotten the best blowjob of his life.

Hank stood and wrapped the towel around his waist. It was fairly secure and provided more comfortable modesty then his pants would at the moment. Currently they were floating along the top of the pool, and serving as an object to dive under for the 2 other women that had joined the blonde in the pool. He wasn't sure if they were completely nude or just topless, and he didn't have a chance to investigate any further before Anita took him by the hand back into the house.

A quick detour to the kitchen to grab drinks (Hank grabbed a beer, Anita a martini of some sort) and then to the living room. Anita sat on the right side of the couch. On the left side was another long haired brunette, Sandra. She was in black slacks and matching high heels. She seemed to be flat chested, but her long brown hair actually covered her breasts for the most part. She sat with air of confidence about her, talking to Marie, who sat furthest to left, in a large chair. Unlike Sandra's brown hair, Marie's was jet black, short and spiked. Her purple skirt was almost as short as her hair and her shapely legs were crossed almost drawing attention away from her b cup tits. Almost. Her aureolas were fairly small, but her nipples were thick and long.

Hank was still struggling internally. Despite being told it was okay to stare, it seemed rude. He had spent a lifetime trying not to stare at a woman's chest, yet here he was. Add to that, his gentlemanly habit of referring to them as breasts versus his animalistic urge to call them tits, and he felt a constant sense of awkwardness that wasn't like him. He didn't consider himself an alpha male by any stretch of the imagination, but he usually wasn't this lost.

Sandra scooted over to make room for him between Anita and herself. Hank sat down between the two topless women and introduced himself.

"So the big 3-0 huh?" Sandra asked "How are you handling it?"

"It's a bit surreal to be honest, kinda getting lost with... everything else going on tonight" The ladies chuckled at his discomfort.

"Well 30 was stressful for me, but looking back it was probably my best year" 

"You're over 30?" he asked. "Wow, I wouldn't have guessed that at all."

"Aren't you a sweetie! Clara wasn't lying about you at all."

"Speaking of," Marie interjected, "Did you hear about her last boyfriend..."

With that the conversation carried on normally. Well, as normally as it a group of half naked strangers could be. 

After polishing off his beer, Hank set his bottle down on the coffee table. Everything seemed to be going well when he felt Anita put her right hand in his right knee. It was under his towel. He wasn't sure how she had even done that but there it was. His cock twitched and an involuntary "uhhh" escaped his lips.

"What was that Hank?" Sandra asked, turning to him. As she spoke, she reached behind her head with her left hand, scooping her hair back behind her right shoulder. The upshot of this was her tits were in suddenly in full view and directly facing him. She was extremely flat chested but her nipples were quite large and erect. Not quite as long as Marie's but not far off.

Unsure of what to say, he just apologized."Sorry, please continue." Sandra smiled at Hank, watching his eyes as he stared at her tits. Hank gave his head a small shake and tried to focus on the conversation at hand, and not the hand at his knee.

Marie uncrossed her legs and leaned forward with her hands in her lap. Her upper arms framed her breasts, Hank couldn't help but take a moment to notice her nipples were also hard. 

Focus, he mentally repeated to himself. 

"So then my boss told me I needed to book Richards for the 10th, which I told her would be hard." With the word hard, Anita's hand moved up to his thigh. Hank's towel loosened and his cock twitched again.

"You okay over there?" Marie asked him.

They had to know what was going on he thought. It was not like Anita was being subtle. Her hand might be under the towel but her arm was clearly visible and her body was turned towards them.

"Yes, I'm fine." was all he could say.

"So it was going to be hard...?" Sandra prompted. 

"To get him to come, yes" Marie continued.

Hank might have taken notice of how much the women seemed to stressing certain words, if he hadn't been distracted by the fact that Anita's fingers had found the tip of his cock.

Despite the very thorough cock sucking he had gotten earlier, Hank's dick began to stiffen. A low murmur escaped from him. Both Marie and Sandra turned back to him, looking expectantly.

"Sorry, its just..." Hank struggled to explain himself.

"Yes, yes" Sandra dismissed him. "I can see Anita here has decided to have a little fun with little Hank there, but if you don't quit interrupting young man, we're going to have to move."

Hank had no idea if she was being serious or playful or what. Sandra was okay with Anita giving him a handjob right beside her, but wasn't okay with him making any noise? What the hell were the rules to this situation! So much for getting back a feeling of control, he was lost.

"Sorry." was all he could say before Anita wrapped her fingers around his shaft. She began pumping him slowly under the towel, the movements obvious to anyone watching. Marie smiled at him and resumed her story. "I had to find a way to make him come" 

Anita continued to pump, at a slow steady pace. His cock was a steel rod once more.

"I was wearing my yellow top that day."

"The really tight one you have? You feel comfortable wearing that to work?"

"Well my nipples poke out quite a bit, so I have to keep a jacket on."

Anita giggled. "Did to hear that Hank? Her jack it." She deliberately separated it into two words as her hand stroked down his shaft and cupped his balls.

"Yesss" he said. "I can, ummmmm, I can see how her nipples could be, prominent without a, ahhh, a jacket." 

Sandra laughed. Marie seemed to love the attention her tits were drawing. "So I took off my jacket." 

Anita's hand went back to his cock, which at this point was creating quite the tent in the towel. 

Marie continued. "... and made a video conference call, to see if he'd come."

The words weren't subtle but they really weren't meant to be. The ladies were clearly having a bit of fun with Hank. Anita most of all. Her soft hand continued to stroke his shaft, at a maddeningly slow pace. 

"So how quickly did he agree to come?"

Hank stifled a moan. The conversation would have been enough of a turn on, but Anita had tightened her grip on his now throbbing cock.

"As I thought, he was booked solid."

Anita sped up her stroking a little.

"So your tight top wasn't enough? Unbelievable. Hank, you have to see her in that top. Her tits look amazing in it."

Anita sped up her stroking a bit more while he tried to respond. 

"I'll bet." Hank stared directly at her tits, he couldn't imagine them looking any better then they did right then.

"Well, It's a tight top, but its not like my tits are huge. He couldn't see cleavage, just my nipples."

"But just through the shirt right? He couldn't actually enjoy your nipples the way Hank here seems to be." Sandra pointed out.

Anita slowed her movements again. Hank's breathing was heavy. How the towel was still covering his dick was anybody's guess. 

"I dunno about that. Is Hank really enjoying my nipples? I think he is just being polite."

"Hank" Sandra ordered him "Tell Marie here how much you enjoy seeing her nipples."

"uggh, I really, ahhh, I really like them." he struggled to say.

Anita tightened her grip further, and poured on a burst of speed while he spoke. It felt amazing, 

"Your, ahh, ahhh, tits are fucking, ahhh amazing."

He could feel things building. Then suddenly she released his dick.

Hank couldn't believe it. One moment there was a growing feeling of impending orgasm, the next nothing. 

"No need to be vulgar Hank." Sandra scolded.

"Sorry." he told her.

"Sandra, did you want a go?" Anita asked, pointing to his crotch. Sandra paused ever so briefly before deciding that yes, she did want "a go" at his penis. "What the hell. I haven't given a handjob in while, and I don't have a gift for the birthday boy"

"Let me make it a bit easier." Hank told her, and began to remove the towel.

"WHAT are you doing?" Sandra scolded him. 

Hank was taken aback. He had no idea what he had done to offend this woman. This incredibly sexy woman, who had, just seconds ago agreed to jack him off. 

"I was taking off my towel?" he half said, half asked.

"In front of Marie? She's married! Do you think it's appropriate to be showing your erect penis to a married woman?"

Hank didn't know what to say, he wasn't going to sort out the rules to this situation any time soon apparently. So he just sat there with the towel poking up from his erection. 

"Don't you think it might be a bit disrespectful? I can't imagine why you would think a married woman would need to see your... Rock. Hard. Cock." She lightly rapped on his towel covered dick with each word. 

"I'm sorry." he looked at Marie, who was trying hard to suppress a smile. "I didn't know you were married."

Sandra continued to verbal chastise him. "Didn't know? Her wedding ring is right there"

Hank looked to Marie's hand for the first time, sure enough there was a ring on her finger. 

Anita jumped in "To be fair, it's not like we expected Hank here to be staring at our hands all night"

Sandra smiled. "I supposed that's a good point." she began rubbing the lump in the towel "And he did apologize."

"For it's worth, I'm not mad." Marie added. "If anything, this is all going to make my husband a very happy man in a few hours"

"How so?" Sandra asked, tilting her head as if she had no clue what Marie was referring to. As Marie began to answer, Sandra's right hand absentmindedly found its way under the towel. 

"Oh well, you know...I'll probably jump his bones when I get home."

"Well of course I understand you meant sex" Her hand gripped Hank's shaft as she spoke. "But specifically, what will you do to him tonight, after all this." She waved one hand around, gesturing to the room, while the other continued to move up and down his cock.

"I, I don't know." Marie pondered "To be honest, with the mood I am in, I'll probably start with a blowjob."

"In the bedroom?'

"God, I don't know if I can wait that long" she crossed her legs, adjusting as she thought. "Maybe I'll text him from the car, have him open the door for me. Yeah, I'll tell him I need a hand with something so when he opens the door I can just surprise him in the doorway."

Sandra continued to stroke Hank's cock, almost as slowly as Anita had. Pre-cum leaked down his shaft and onto her hand. She couldn't see it under the towel, but she could feel it.

"I won't even put my top back on, I'll just run to the door as he opens it, push him back and get my lips on his cock as quickly as I possibly can."

Sandra continued her stroking as she spoke. "He'll love that. Especially if you make it loud and wet. Right Hank?"

She sped up her hand as he spoke.

"uhh, yes. Wet is, ahhh, good." he managed.

As soon as he stopped speaking, she resumed the slower pace.

Sandra continued "Do you deliberately slurp? I've always found guys like it when they can hear a girl really sucking away. Hank do you like to hear a woman as her mouth sucks on your penis?" Her hand sped up again.

"God yes." he moaned. 

"What was that? What do you like?" Sandra asked. 

"I, I like to, ahhh, hear a woman sucking on, oh God, my penis." 

Thinking was getting very difficult. Marie crossed her legs again, her short skirt rode up her thigh, revealing a hint of her panties and asked "What about eye contact? I'm never sure if I should be looking at my husband when his dick is in my mouth."

"Yesss." Hank said through his teeth. Sandra's stroking hadn't sped up that time, but she had begun to twist her wrist as she masturbated him. 

She asked him "Yes what? Hank, this beautiful woman just for advice on how to please her man, surely you can offer more help than just a yes."

Hank looked at Marie, her eyes were large and sexy as all hell. How hadn't he noticed that before? (A question quickly answered when he his gaze returned to her large nipples.)

"Ugg. Sorry." Sandra's hand was a blur again, her grip on his cock tight. "Keep your, ahhh, Ahhhh, keep your sexy eyes open and look..." It was hard to think in complete sentences, let alone speak in them. "Ahhh, I mean after you, get on your knees and, and, and look right up at him as you suck his, his, his..."

"Penis?" Sandra asked

"Yessss. Into your, uhhhh, mouth." Hank grunted, impressed he had been able to complete the thought.

Sandra's hand slowed once more, though she was still twisting whenever it reached the tip of his cock. "What else?" 

Hank began to answer to Sandra, "She should..." Sandra gave him a corrective squeeze. He turned back to Marie, who was fidgeting in her chair, her skirt riding higher than ever and her exposed panties beginning to show a hint of dampness.

"You should slurp as loudly as you can. Maybe...uhhh uhhh." Sandra's hand had stopped twisting but she was jacking him off faster than ever.

"Maybe even, mmmmm, make, noises like its...

"Like it's the best thing I ever tasted?"

Hank nodded unable to speak.

"What about jizzing?" Anita asked.

"Anita!" Sandra scolded her, even as she continued to pump Hank. "Such a vulgar word, but a good question. Where should Marie let her husband ejaculate?"

"On her tits?" Anita asked.

Marie pinched both her nipples, pulling at them. "My tits?" She playfully pretended to be shocked by the suggestion. "That'd be almost as bad as if I let him cum on my face!"

Hank nodded approvingly. His hips bucked to meet Sandra's hand. Anita's hand reached up, her fingers cupped his balls, just as Marie spoke again.

"Or should I..." she let go of her left nipple and put her hand to her face, whispering just loud enough for him to hear "...let him cum in my mouth?"

Marie sucked on her own finger and that was all Hank could take. He exploded. The orgasm was powerful and Sandra's hand didn't stop for a moment as he spurted into the towel. It felt like wave after wave of cum, though no one could see it.

"Ohhhhhh, yessssss" he groaned.

"Oh my, was that my fault?" Marie asked not so innocently.

"Heavens no" Sandra responded. "Hank would never think as to ejaculate for a married woman. He's too much of a gentleman to ever do that. He could however, stand to give a lady more of a warning if he is going to - was it jizz you said earlier Anita? - If he is going to jizz into a woman's hand."

Hank was spent. He could barely even apologize as Sandra removed her hand from under the towel, which she then used to wipe off her hand. There wasn't nearly the mess he had expected, given how his orgasm had felt, but of course it had been his second within an hour.

"It's okay this time Hank, but next time you are going to get your semen on me, I expect fair warning."

Hank was still trying to catch his breathe.

Wait, he thought. Did she just say next time?



Hank's 30th Birthday Pt. 03



Hank sat on the couch nude save for the towel covering his manhood, wondering what the hell was going on. To his right was Anita, She was gorgeous, with shoulder length black hair the same shade as her bikini bottoms. He presumed her bikini top was the same shade, but had never seen it, which was to say she was completely topless. Her breasts were small and her nipples tiny, but seemed just right on her.

To his left were Sandra and Marie, both also topless. Sandra was a brown haired woman, whose extremely flat chest did nothing to lessen the aura of confidence she exuded. Marie was a sexy woman with large nipples, which Hank had been staring at for several minutes. In fact he had been staring at them while Sandra, with a fair bit of help from Anita, had given him the hand job to end all hand jobs. 

Marie looked at him and sighed. Married to man not at the party, she had not participated, at least not physically. She stood up, pulled her skirt back down to cover her clearly damp panties, and excused herself. "I've got to get home. Thanks for the tips Hank."

Hank watched as she walked to the front door, her panties visible once again as she bent over to pick up her top from a pile of clothes near the door. She turned back to wave, giving him one last glimpse of her breasts before she slung her top over her shoulder and walked out the front door.

"She wasn't kidding about not putting her top back on, was she?" Hank said.

"Nope" Anita agreed, "But I have to say, there is no way is she letting her husband cum in her mouth tonight... there goes a lady who is going to get fucked something fierce."

Sandra chuckled. "Not that you aren't lovely company Hank, but I think I need to get a bit cleaned up." She held up her hand. She had wiped most of his mess on the towel, but her hand was clearly still a bit sticky from his jizz. She got up and disappeared to the bathroom.

"I guess I better get cleaned up as well" Hank stood and adjusted his towel. Anita looked up at him, and smacked his towel clad ass as he walked away.

It had been a hell of a party so far he thought and it was barely ten o'clock. He made his way through a group of women dancing, all of them naked from the waist up, including the tall one wearing his tie. It hung between her breasts like a pendulum, swaying as she moved.

"I'm going to want that back later" he told her.

She flirted back at him. "So you can talk? Good to know. We'll have to see what else you can do with that mouth of yours when we reach this later you speak of."

Hank just nodded and continued to the stairs. He still didn't remember how his tie ended up between her tits but he was finally feeling like himself again, and not the awkward teenager he had been acting like since Clara had taken off her top earlier.

In his defence its not like he had been prepared for a party full of attractive, topless women. And as much as he enjoyed the pool side blowjob, it wasn't until he had shot his load a second time that he regained control of himself.

Now to go clean up and then rejoin the party. He bounded up the stairs and the noise level dropped considerably. No one was to be on the second floor, he had been fairly clear about that to Clara. Rick was being super-cool loaning out his house for the party while he was out of town, but Hank didn't want to abuse that generosity. Plus the clean up would be easier if it didn't included the upstairs.

Hank jumped into the bathroom, gave himself a quick once over with a wet cloth and threw it and towel into the hamper. Shit, he thought to himself, should have grabbed something clean to wear before I cleaned up.

Opening the door he gave the hallway a peek to ensure it was empty before he stepped out, completely nude. He walked the few steps to Ricks room and opened the door. He was inside and halfway to the dresser before he realized he wasn't alone. Bent over, head deep in the closet with her short-short covered ass sticking out, was Clara. 

"Ahem" he mockingly cleared his throat. 

Clara spun around, eyes wide like she had been caught with her hand in the cookie jar. "Oh, Hank" 

"What are you doing up here?" The annoyance in his voice clear.

"I was just..." She shifted her weight to one leg and, with her arm behind her back, grabbed her left wrist with her right hand. It was clearly a calculated move as it forced her chest outward. It wasn't a huge chest, but the nipples were reddish and large and she looked amazing. This tactic would have been effective on even the worst of days, but it was even more compelling since she was topless and in shorts that seemed painted on.

Her whole demeanour created a sense of regret. Her pouty lips added to the effect. Hank knew exactly what she was doing but that didn't make any less sexy.

"I just needed a break."

Hank didn't move an inch. "You're not supposed to be up here. No one is."

"You're up here." Clara whined playfully. She was playing the victim well.

"You're not supposed to be up here." he repeated "You knew that."

Clara dropped the act "Gees, lighten up Hank. I would have thought a blowjob at the start of the night would have calmed you down."

He didn't give her an inch "Why were you in the closet?"

"I was looking for a joint. Okay? I wanted to get a little stoned and then maybe find you and fuck you as hard as I could. Maybe with those." She pointed to the bottom of the closet, where a pair of furry hand cuffs lay on the floor. 

"But those aren't yours." Hank was being deadly serious.

"Way to ruin the mood birthday boy. Fine. Forget it." Clara started to the door.

"DO. NOT. MOVE." He commanded.

"What the fuck?" She began towards the door again but he blocked her path. 

"Fuck off Hank"

"You don't come into my friend's house, you don't go through my friend's stuff and you certainly don't get to pretend like nothing happened when you get caught."

"Seriously Hank? What the fuck?"

He stepped forward and grabbed her by the hair on the back of her head. Tight, his knuckles against her scalp. She couldn't get away from him. It was frightening.

"You've been a bad girl..."

Suddenly she understood.

"..and bad girls get punished."

His voice was so stern. He had never talked to her like this, not when they dated, and certainly not since. She liked it. She liked it a lot. Her nipples stiffened and she could feel a heat between her legs.

"I've been naughty." She said with a wicked smile, crinkling her nose.

"You've been a bad girl..." he repeated "and you will be punished." 

She started towards the handcuffs. "Shall I get the..." 

"DO NOT MOVE" he commanded, tightening his grip on her hair, holding her head in place.

She stood perfectly still. Dropped her hands at her side, her tits pointing out, a growing wetness in her shorts.

"You will not move until I tell you to."

She had no idea where this Hank was coming from, nor did have time to think about it, but it was turning her on.

"Do you understand?"

"Yeah." she said meekly.

"Do you understand?"

"Yes." she said more clearly. 

"Yes what?"

"Yes I understand..." he gave her hair a tug "sir."

"That's better."

Hank let go, walked across the room to the dresser and found a pair of Rick's baggy shorts. He put them on, then walked over to the bed where sat on the edge and looked at Clara. 

She was quite the sight. Like a half nude soldier, waiting for inspection. His eyes roamed up and down her body. Her small but wonderful tits, her sexy legs, her fantastically shaped ass. The last time he had had sex with her he was barely out of his teens. It had been fun but awkward and more than once since he had masturbated thinking of her and how he had wished it had been.

"Come here" he told her.

She tentatively walked to the side of the bed.

"You have been a bad girl and what happens to bad girls?"

"We get punished, sir"

"Take off your shorts" 

She paused a moment, the look in eyes said she thought this would be fun.

"Yes sir!"

Then she began taking off her shorts. They were tight, and she had wriggle her hips to get them off. She slid them down her creamy white thighs and stepped out of them. She stood wearing nothing but a lacy pair of light blue panties. He motioned for her to lay over his knees. She climbed on to him, laying as cross his lap. She could feel his cock pressing against her midsection. 

"You've been very naughty." He spanked her panty covered ass. It wasn't that hard, but it harder then she had expected. She wriggled her ass playfully.

"Keep still"

"Yes sir" He smacked her again. 

"Ouch" she said, trying to keep in her role.

"You've been a bad girl."

spank

"Do you want to be a good girl?"

There was no answer. He spanked her harder.

"Oww." she said for real. 

"Do you want to be a good girl?"

Still no answer. He spanked her harder still. It stung.

"Yes."

Spank

"Yes what?"

"Yes I want to be a good girl."

Spank.

"Fuck, that actually hurts Hank."

Spank

"Do you want to be a good girl?"

"Yes I want to be a good girl, sir"

"And what do good girls do?"

"Umm, they don't sneak..."

SPANK

It was sudden, seemingly out of nowhere, and way harder than the ones before. Her ass started to turn red.

"Ow! Please, that hurts, sir"

"Then answer my question. What do good girls do?"

"Good girls don't..."

SPANK.

Clara's eyes began to tear up. This was more then she had been prepared for.

"Please Hank I'm..."

SPANK.

"Please sir. I'm trying. I don't know what you want me to say."

SPANK! 

That one was loud. She could feel his hand print on her ass cheek.

she whispered "Please sir, they'll hear us downstairs" tears building, she fought off crying.

Sound was a real concern. Hank knew noise did travel in this place. He had once come in from the pool to get a beer only to hear Rick and a girl going at it in this very room. Anyone near the stairs could likely hear the sound of his hand on her ass when he hit it hard enough. The entire party might, if things were quiet enough.

Hank rubbed her ass, comforting her. 

"I know. I know they will. But you're a bad girl and you haven't learned your lesson yet." He stopped his caressing and began to pull her panties down.

"No, please" she begged in a whisper.

Spank.

"I mean no sir." she quietly sobbed, unable to hold back the tears any longer.

Hank got her panties down to her thighs and laid his hand across both cheeks, as if to let her know where he intended to strike.

"What do good girls do?"

Clara's mind raced. Her face was wet and her pussy was completely exposed. She was turned on, but her ass cheeks already stung, she did not want him spanking her full strength on her bare bottom. He lifted his hand in the air. She searched for something to say to stall him.

"good girls, umm good girls..."

Spank.

"No!" she cried out. "Good girls don't..."

SPANK!

The tears were streaming down her face at this point, she had no idea what he wanted her to say. She wanted nothing more than to make it stop, but at the same time her pussy was on fire.

"What Do Good Girls Do?" He raised his voice, as well as his hand once more.

"Please sir." She begged between sobs. "I want to be a good girl for you." 

"Then stop telling me what they DON'T do and tell me, what do good girls do?"

He didn't even bother waiting for a response and spanked her once more. Her ass was candy apple red. It stung, he could feel heat from her cheeks as he caressed her once more. His finger brushed her lips, she moaned in a combination of pleasure and frustration. But the brief hint of pleasure ended quickly when he spanked her hard again, this time without warning.

Spank.

And then he spanked her bare ass hard five more times. Punctuating each word with a loud spank.

"WHAT?" 

SPANK.

"DO?" 

SPANK.

"GOOD?" 

SPANK.

"GIRLS?" 

SPANK.

"DO?" 

SPANK!

She sobbed. It hurt. It hurt so bad. Worst though was she didn't know the answer. She wanted to know. She needed to know. To make it stop. To make him happy. He raised his hand again. She sniffled, trying to hold in the tears as her mind raced, scratching at anything. At everything. She could sense his hand was about to drop. She was more turned on then she had ever been in her life, even as the tears were flowing down her face. She sensed movement. His hand was going to spank her again. There was nothing she could do to stop it. She couldn't take it.

Her mind screamed. 

Her voice followed.

"COCK!" She screamed as loud as she could. "GOOD GIRLS SUCK COCK!" 

All was quiet, whatever background noise there had been dropped away. Then gently, tenderly, he lowered his hand to her ass, rubbing it to soothe her.

"Sir." She whispered. "Good girls suck cock, sir."

He caressed her cheeks. "Yes they do, and you want to be a good girl right?"

"Yes sir. More than anything sir. I want to be a good girl. I want to suck cock, sir."

His finger brushed her cunnie lips again. She turned her head to face him for the first time since this whole ordeal had begun. She had stopped crying but the tears were still on her cheeks. They locked eyes. "I want to suck your cock, sir." and with that he plunged a finger into her wet pussy. She cried out once more, this time in pleasure.

Hank's finger twisted and turned as it entered and exited her tight, dripping hole. She bucked her hips as best she could to meet his finger, encouraging him to do it faster. Instead he pulled out completely. She whimpered, but he quickly began making his way along her lips and to her clit. He touched it gently, she moaned. 

"Yessssss." His finger slid back down and he reentered her with two fingers. Then three.

"Oh god" she grunted.

Hank's cock was hard again, even though she had shifted her ass up higher and she wasn't in contact with his dick at all anymore. It didn't matter, he knew he couldn't fuck her. Not yet. Not having already cum twice in the last hour.

Maybe later. 

Definitely later, but right now was all about getting her off.

"Fu... fuck me" she pleaded.

He spanked her ass again. She cried out.

"What did you say?" His fingers pumped back into her pussy.

"Pluh... please fuck me uhhhh, sir."

"Do bad girls get what they want?" he asked, pumping faster.

"No, ahh, sir."

"That's right. Bad girls don't. What do they get?" as he asked, his other hand traced a finger around her anus.

"Oh god, No!" she pleaded.

SPANK.

He pressed lightly on her butthole with a single finger, still fingering her pussy with his other hand. She did not want him to enter her there. She had never been interested in that, it was too obscene, too dirty. 

"Please, sir. no" she whispered.

"What do bad girls get?" he repeated. 

She knew the answer. She had already said it earlier, but to say it now, to allow him to do... that, it made her feel like a slut. She couldn't possibly allow it.

Except that her pussy felt so good.

And it wasn't like Hank was giving her a choice.

Oh god, she thought, am I actually going to let him do this? What is happening to me?

Hank was waiting for her response.

"Bad girls get punished, sir" she relented.

"That's right. They get punished." His finger tapped her at her anus, playfully. She steeled herself for his digit. This is it she thought, there is no going back. He is going to make me his slut.

"But you don't want to be a bad girl, right?" His finger stopped its tapping. His other hand however sped up.

"Ugghhh, no sir, I..." God, she was close "I want to be a good girl."

"And what..." As he spoke, he reached under, between her legs and played with her clit, all while still finger fucking her cunt.

"What do good girls do?"

"Good girls, ahhhh, suck cock, " She was so close. "Good girls suck cock, sir"

"So how will you become a good girl?" This was too much for her.

"I'll suck your cock sir. Oh god. OH GOD, I'll suck your fucking cock. AAAhhh, AAhhh, I'll do it, I swear to fucking god, I'll suck your cock in front of everyone at this fucking party, if you just LET. ME. CUM. AHHHH!" and with that Clara came. Wave after wave of bliss shook through her body. 

She was spent. Her arms stopped supporting her, her head collapsed onto the bed, leaving her arched over his lap, her ass still sticking up in the air. Hank rubbed her cheeks and she hummed pleasantly, contently.

The closest thing to a coherent thought in her at the moment was a sense of relief that she hadn't crossed a line that she would later regret.

*****

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Hank's 30th Birthday Pt. 04



Please let me know what you liked and what you didn't, after you've read this chapter. Enjoy... 

*****

Clara shifted off Hanks lap. Her panties still around her knees, she was spent. Hank stood up and looked down at the nude woman. In a night full of unbelievable things happening to him, this surprised him most. He had no idea where that dominant act had come from and he certainly had no idea what it was that he had wanted her to say while he had been spanking her. Her answer to suck cock had worked out fine though. Better then fine. 

He wandered over to the closet, where he saw that pair of handcuffs again. He bent down to grab them and in the corner of his eye he saw a second pair in a box. He peeked inside. Condoms, lube, a couple of videos and under those, a couple of joints. Clara's instincts were right, or least she had been looking in the right area when he had interrupted her. He mentally thanked Rick, and stuffed both pair of cuffs in a pocket of his shorts, and grabbed one of the joints and a lighter.

"Mmmmm" he heard from the bed. "What are you doing, Sir?"

Gone was the submissive Clara that he had spanked to orgasm moments ago, replaced by a playful version of her. 

"I think I said something about sucking a certain something." she chuckled. I'm not sure if you caught that earlier." 

"I'm pretty sure the whole party caught that." He replied.

Her laugh stopped dead and she covered her face with her hands, in embarrassment. "Oh god."

"Yeah. they probably heard you say that too." he said, smiling. 

Clara grabbed a pillow and playfully threw it at him. 

"Jerk. I guess if everyone knows already knows I going to, we might as well just get right to it"

"Not yet" He replied. Her nose crinkled in surprise. Was he actually saying no to a blowjob?

He climbed on the bed and showed her the joint. She smiled, took it from him and within seconds was taking a drag. He had a puff or two, she had another couple and then put it out. She was pleasantly buzzed when she asked him "Ready now?" 

He shook his head no, and pulled out the cuffs, showing them to her.

"Oh no sir, I could never do that." she mocked him.

"Oh yes you can." Moments later she was flat on her back, each wrist cuffed to the corner of the bed. Her blue panties still around her thighs, she made the sexiest "y shape" he had ever seen.

"Come over here." she said, raising her eyebrows suggestively. "I'm ready." She opened her mouth wide, ready for his cock

"Yes you are. But I'm not ready for you, not just yet." he told her, getting up from the bed. 

"What?"

"You didn't think your punishment was over did you?" he asked.

She was shocked.

"I'll be back in a bit, and when I return, I expect you to behave like a good girl."

"Seriously?"

"Do good girls question instructions?"

"But..." she tried. He looked at her sternly. 

"No sir." her mocking tone was gone and her submissive one had returned.

He waited. "And?"

"I'll be a good girl when you get back sir."

Hank closed the door as he left.

He stood at the top of the stairs and took a deep breath. He had no fucking clue what he was doing. He had just handcuffed one the sexiest women he knew in real life to a bed, nude and had walked out. He was also suddenly very aware the only thing he was wearing was a pair of shorts. He wanted to pop back into the bedroom and grab a shirt, but going back this soon didn't seem to fit the dominant, in-charge attitude he had been portraying.

If nothing else, he really wasn't ready for a blowjob. He still needed more recovery time.

That said, going downstairs was probably going to be weird. There was a house full to small titted, half naked women, most of which had probably heard him spanking Clara. It was hot as hell at the time, but now, well it was still hot, but he now had to deal with the repercussions. He took another deep breath, thought "fuck it", and bounded down the stairs like he owned the place. From the landing he could see the place was still full, though it seemed about half the party had moved out to the pool.

At the bottom of the stairs a woman with long black wavy hair and a nose ring stood talking with a taller black woman. A third woman approached, handing them each a wine cooler. Redheaded with vivid blue eyes, it was Paula, the wonderful woman who had sucked him off earlier that night. The pool had washed the cum off her face and chest, and while she was still topless, she had clearly found a pair of bikini bottoms to wear.

He smiled as he approached. 

"Ladies." they smiled awkwardly at him, the woman with the nose ring the only one managing a hello.

Hank had decided to continue pass them to the kitchen to grab a beer, when Paula grabbed his arm.

"Hank?" 

"Yeah?"

She looked his straight in the eyes, and with all the mock earnestness she could muster, she asked

"You know I'm a good girl, right?" A grin grew across his face.

"Yes, you're a very good girl." he agreed.

"Good, because I want you to know Lisa here is also a very good girl."

"It's true" the nose-ringed woman said before quickly taking a pull from the bottle, clearly embarrassed.

"Dianna on the the other hand is married."

"So married ladies aren't good girls?" he asked.

"Just on birthdays and Christmas." she said and all three ladies laughed. Hank chuckled politely. 

"What's Clara up to?" Paula winked at him.

"Um...she'll be down in a bit, she's just a bit tied up at the moment." he flirted back. And with that he excused himself. The innuendo was fine and all, but he seriously needed a few minutes to recover

Hank headed over to the kitchen where he found the tie lady standing, blocking the fridge. 

"Hey." he said.

"Hey yourself." she smiled

"Can I get a beer?" He asked.

She opened the door to the fridge, bent at the waist and pulled out a beer.

Her ass was fantastic. Her dress slacks highlighting the heart shaped curve of her ass, the faint outline of her panties just barely visible. Hank was tempted to give it a smack.

"Nope, this one is warm." she said to herself. "Let me find you a cold one."

Hank stood back and continued to enjoy the view.

"Aha." she stood up and turned around with a beer in hand, the bottle was wet with condensation. 

"This one might be cold enough." She said.

"It's all good, I'm easy," he replied.

"So is half this party..." she smiled "but you didn't hear that from me." 

She winked and continued. "We can't have the birthday boy drinking warm beer now can we? Let me just make sure this is cold enough for you." she lowered the bottle to her right breast and she gasped involuntarily as the cold glass touched her nipple. It stiffened immediately.

"I think it's good, but I should be thorough." She repeated her actions, this time with her left nipple, then asked "What do you think?"

"I think that is likely the greatest beer I'm ever going to have." he told her.

"Really? Then I am glad I spent so much time getting you the right one. Happy birthday." and then she twisted the cap off and handed him the beer.

"So..."

"So..."

Hank took a pull of beer.

"Would this be that later you spoke of earlier?" she asked.

"Could be. I've got a bit of free time at the moment." 

Hank wasn't entirely sure why he was flirting, besides the obvious, attractive topless woman is talking to me part. He still needed to recover and when he did, he had a woman literally chained to a bed waiting to suck his cock. And she was probably going to thank him for letting her do it.

"Well, first of all, I have to say you seem to have recovered well. I was worried for a bit there we had rendered you completely mute." She said.

"Nope, I think I was a little shell shocked, but I've recovered." he replied.

"What was it that loosened your tongue? If you don't mind me asking." 

Not sure how to answer he pondered for a moment. 

"Oh I see." she said "I suppose the question should have been who loosened your tongue? Have I scared you quiet again?"

"No no, nothing like that." Hank was feeling much more confident. 

He had been in this type of conversation before. "Then I was in shock, now I am simply evaluating before forming a response."

"Evaluating me? I would have thought the beer bottle stunt would have put me over the top. It would have with any other guy." she told him.

"I was evaluating the situation, not you." He said playfully. "And for the record, I'm not every other guy."

"So I see." She took the beer from him, drank a swig and rubbed the bottle over her nipples in a circular motion. "So...what's the verdict?"

He reached out, took the bottle back from her, and placed it on the counter. "I believe you wanted me to show you what else I could do with my mouth." He reached out to her hips, pulled her in close and kissed her. It was deep and slow. She returned the kiss, turning it passionate and heated. His hands grabbed her ass, she moaned softly as he pulled her against his groin. She reach down and grabbed his ass, pulling him even tighter. They made out for several minutes before she pulled back. She was a fantastic kisser. 

She licked her lips "Not bad"

He raised an eyebrow. "Not bad?!"

"For stage one, yeah not bad" She could flirt just as well as he could. 

"That was just stage one?" he asked.

"Did I not say I wanted to see what else you can do with that mouth of yours? Do you think so little of me that I wouldn't be thorough?" She grinned mischievously. 

"So what, pray tell, must I do with my mouth in stage two?" he asked.

She looked around. The house had mostly cleared out, everyone either out on the patio or swimming in the pool. The few others were in the living room, nowhere near the kitchen. She reach out and ran her hands through his hair. Her hand stopped on the back of his head, then she pulled him to her nipple.

He kissed it gently once. Twice, then swirled his tongue around her areola. Then he used his tongue to flick her nipple again, and then sucked it into his mouth. She held his head against her, encouraging him to suck harder. Then she guided him to her other tit. He licked that areola, then kissed the nipple. He sucked on it and she held him tight. He caught her with his teeth, biting just hard enough to hold her nipple in his mouth as he pulled away from her. Her tiny tit stretched out and up then bounced back as he let go. He repeated the act, but this time biting harder. She gasped in pain/pleasure. His stretching of her small breast hurt...but is also felt fantastic. He began alternating nipples between his teeth. Left, then right, then left again. His hand made its way up and cupped one breast while he sucked on the other. She pushed him away, out of breath. 

"So stage two complete?" he asked with awry smile.

"With flying colours" she admitted

"Dare I ask if there is a stage three?" he inquired.

"There is... it's the final stage, and the most important." She said as she looked around again. They both knew where this was going and while she had been willing to risk someone walking while he sucked on her tits, she wanted more privacy if he was going to eat her out.

And he was going to eat her out. 

"I'm going to guess the patio is a bad idea?" He said. 

"Yes, definitely. Stage three is very...delicate. It requires concentration. Focus. Otherwise you risk not completing stage three, and that would be...upsetting." she told him. 

"Well I wouldn't want to risk that." The two stared at each other for a moment. 

"Come on". He took a step back. Just past the fridge was the pantry. Or so she had assumed, he opened the folding door, and revealed a small laundry room. The floor was titled and clean, a basket of folded towels sat on the small table between a large front loading washer and a dryer. 

He closed the door as she stepped in, from the kitchen it appeared to be a pantry again. 

"I trust this is an acceptable location to initiate stage three?" She laughed. 

"Oh yes. This will do quite nicely."

He unfolded a towel and laid it across the top of the washer. 

He turned back around, she had kicked off her shoes and was just starting to unbuckle her belt. He reached out and stopped her. He dug his fingers over the top of her belt and pulled her close. 

"I believe stage three was my responsibility." Then, without looking away from her eyes, he undid her belt. Then the button on her pants. 

Then, slowly, he lowered her zipper. 

Only then did he break eye contact with her. He lowered himself down, kissing her tits on the way to her waist, and gently pulled her pants to the floor. She stepped out of them. He looked up from his kneeling position, her incredibly long legs were smooth and tan. Her tiny thong panties, a deep red. Her small, but pointed tits, amazing. 

She offered him her hand, and he accepted it, almost like in an old fashion dance, and he lead her the few steps to the washing machine. She stood in front of it, facing him. He lifted her by her hips onto the top of the washer. The towel was soft on her ass cheeks as she sat, her legs dangling over the edge. Slowly, he traced her outer thighs up to her to her hips. He hooked his thumbs around the strings of her panties and pulled them down her legs, he then dropped them to the floor. 

She shifted her knees together, her last chance at modesty. He placed a hand on either knee. He leaned forward and kissed her once more, then kissed each breast and then guided her legs open. 

She had shaved her hair into a landing strip. It pointed down to her pussy, which was damp, her lips puffy. She was completely and utter exposed to him. He lowered his head and licked. She shuddered. He licked again. Running his tongue up and down her lips. Her head fell back as he licked. She scooted forward to grant him better access. He dove his tongue inside her as deep as it would go. She tasted amazing. 

His tongue found her labia again, licking, pulling. Then he began to spell out the alphabet. "A" was two diagonal lines and a horizontal, across her pussy with his tongue. She moaned. He swirled his tongue around for a B, and so on, down the alphabet, his tongue roaming in unexpected and fantastic ways. Every so often he would graze her clit. When he did, it sent shivers through her body. 

"Don't stop" she said quietly. He hadn't planned on it. He licked away, and she repeated, louder. "Don't stop" He fought the urge to speed up, continuing to lick away at the pace she clearly liked. 

"OH GOD. DON"T STOP" She spread herself as wide as she possibly could, her long legs out, and up in the air. It felt like an obscene thing to do, but at the same time, it felt amazing. Then she reached down and grabbed his head, holding it there firmly with both hands. His mouth was against her pussy, his tongue licking back and forth and up and down, unable to go anywhere else. 

"DON'T YOU FUCKING STOP" She bucked her hips, fucking his mouth with all her might. "DON'T! DON'T! DON'T!" she wasn't even making sense anymore, all she knew was her pussy was tingling and the more she spoke, the more obscene the situation got, the closer she came to orgasm. "EAT MY FUCKING PUSSY!" she yelled as she came, his face awash with her fluids. 

There was almost a moment of panic when he realized he couldn't breathe, such was the force with which she held him against her. Eventually she let go of his head though, her body went limp and he stood up. She was spent, but even so, maybe because of it, she looked sexier than ever. As her breathing returned to normal, she called out to him "Not bad". He had to laugh.

When the two emerged from the laundry room, the was kitchen still empty. There were several more bottles on the counter...apparently some one had brought them in while they had been otherwise occupied. She saw this and blushed, knowing at least one person must have heard her, probably more than one. As embarrassed as she was, she didn't regret it and in fact made a mental note to be a bit a big more vocal in the future, if that was the kind of orgasm it induced.

"So what's you plan now?" she asked him.

"Well, I should probably clean up a bit, then I've got something upstairs I need to take care of."

"What? The party has moved outside. Any other guy would kill to be surrounded by half naked women, and you want to hide upstairs?"

Hank smiled mischievously. "I'm pretty sure we've already established I'm not like just any other guy"

And then a very naughty plan hatched in his head. Maybe he could have his cake and eat it too.

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Hank's 30th Birthday Pt. 05



It's come to my attention that in part 4 a character is left alone, handcuffed to the bed, which YOU SHOULD NEVER DO IN REAL LIFE. Totally irresponsible behavior, and while I'm tempted to go back and rewrite that (and I still may) I figured at the very least I'd point that out at the beginning of this chapter. This is total fiction, and not behavior that should exist outside of the imagination.

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Hank wasn't sure how he was the only guy at a party filled with sexy, small breasted women who had shed their tops. What began as a joke, a safe place for women with small tits to not feel judged, had turned into the greatest birthday party he had ever had. 

Hank knocked on the door to Rick's bedroom. He didn't expect him to answer as Rick was out of town, having granted Hank access to his home for a birthday party. Behind this door was a blonde beauty named Clara, the one he had effectively spanked to an orgasm earlier. He heard her call out a tentative, almost timid "Sir?". He stepped inside.

She was still on the bed. Of course she was. He had handcuffed each of her wrists to a bed post, so she couldn't have gone far. Each arm extended almost fully, she had scooted back a bit so the headboard propped her head up and she could see him enter. Her creamy white legs were bent, the soles of her feet flat on the bed, her knees high and wide. Her panties had slid back down her thighs a bit, though they did nothing for her modesty. As he approached, he realized the "landing strip" she had back when they were dating was gone, instead she was fully shaved. Her pussy completely on display and it was clear she was excited.

"Clara it's almost time." he told her.

"Yes sir" she replied.

"Do you remember what we talked about?" he asked. 

"Yes sir."

"Clara, we need to be very clear about what happens. So I need you to be completely honest with me."

She nodded. She didn't know where this was going, but so far this role play had been mostly fun, though her ass was still red from the spanking. 

"Do you remember why you were being punished?" he asked.

"Yes sir. I was being a bad girl." she admitted, half playfully, half submissively. 

"That's right, bad girls need to be punished. And do you remember what you told me?"

"Yes sir, I told you I wanted to be a good girl."

"That's right, and what do good girls do?" he asked already knowing the answer. 

Despite everything that had gone on, Clara was feeling a bit shy. Without being in the throes of passion, it was actually quite embarrassing to talk like this.

"Good girls..." she hesitated for just a second, "Good girls suck cock sir."

"That's right. So how will you become a good girl?"

"I'll...I have to suck cock."

"Sounds like you do remember our conversation from earlier. Okay, I have one final question, and it is very important you be honest. Before I let you become a good girl for me, I need to be extra sure, did you really mean everything you said before?" he couldn't believe he was going to do this. "You weren't being a bad girl and lying were you?"

"No sir. I really meant it. Every word." she paused, then repeated the words he clearly wanted to hear. "I want to be a good girl for you, sir."

"Okay then." Han turned towards the door "I'm going to go get everybody then"

"What?" Clara shouted. "No. What are you..."

She wasn't sure what he was talking about. Get who? She was ready to give him a blowjob, but not with other people around. It may have been a bit exciting to see Paula going down on him, but that wasn't the sort of thing she did. Not outside the occasional daydream anyway.

"What's the problem?" Hank asked. "You said you remembered everything we talked about."

"Yes, but..."

"And didn't you offer to suck my cock...in front of the entire party?" 

Her eyes widened and her heart raced. She had been close to orgasm when she had said that, she hadn't actually meant it.

"Did you say that?" he repeated

She looked at him with those wide eyes. 

"Did. you. say. that?" he asked. 

"Yes." she yielded. 

"Did I ask you to say that?" he asked.

Shit, she thought. This was getting worse for her. "No."

"Were you lying then? Were you being a bad girl?"

"No." 

"So are you lying now? I'm very confused Clara. Don't you want to be a good girl?"

"No. I mean, no I wasn't lying. But they'll... they'll see me doing..." she whispered "they'll see me."

"But we just talked about this. You said you were okay with this. You said you wanted to be a good girl for me." he said. 

"For you. but..." She was very conflicted. She was still horny but to go down on a guy in front of people seemed to big a leap. Then again she thought, it's not like she never fantasized about it and this was Hank, and it was his birthday.

Then she whispered... "I want to be a good girl."

Hank walked to bedroom door and opened it. A group of at least twenty, topless, small breasted women walked in and gathered around the bed. There was some murmuring, but no one said anything to Clara, who refused to look up at any of them. Hank climbed back onto the bed. The sexual tension in the room was incredible. 

"Are you a good girl, Clara?" he asked in front of all the spectators.

"Yes." she whispered. 

He looked down at Clara. "And what do good girls do?"

Clara looked at him and quietly spoke. "Good girls suck cock, sir."

"So you do want to be a good girl? In front of the entire party?" he asked.

"..."

"Clara?"

"Yes sir." she relented. 

"I need you to actually say it Clara."

"I... I want to be a good girl sir. I want to suck cock. I want to suck your cock, right now, in front of all these people." she admitted. 

Hank stood back up, removed his shorts. His cock was rock hard from the conversation. The two dozen or so bare breasted beauties continued to watch, several nodding approvingly when they saw his dick. "I can't believe she is going to do it" one said. "This is so hot" said another. They were quickly shushed.

Hank got on the bed. Standing with a foot on either side of Clara's nude body. She was trembling, but her pussy was wet, her feminine lips engorged. She was simultaneously more horny and more embarrassed then she had ever been in her entire life. He lowered himself, his cock erect and near her face.

"I need you to look up at me." he instructed her. 

"Yes sir." She looked up, the whites of her eyes wide. He lowered himself a bit more, she opened her mouth to accept him. With one hand he pointed his cock downward, the tip was just barely out of reach of her lips. He could feel her breath on his tip. 

"What do you want to be?" he whispered

"I want to be a good girl sir." she replied. 

"And what do good girls do?" he asked.

"Good girls suck coaaccggghhh" he plunged his cock into her mouth before she could complete the sentence.

Her arms bound outward, she could do nothing to stop him as he repeatedly, deliberately slid his dick into her mouth and down her throat. She gagged and he pulled out but before she could completely catch her breath he rammed it back in. 

"Ugggh" "Ackkk" A series of wet, sloppy noises emanated from her mouth. 

"Yes...that's it, that's a good girl." He encouraged her "Look at me." She tilted her head up as much as she could, his dick still in her mouth. Her eyes watering as they looked up at him.

"You're being such a good girl."

"Thaccchh yuufffff thrrrr" She responded, unable to articulate with her lips around his shaft, but trying anyway.

"Everyone here is impressed with what a good girl you are." He told her. 

Unable to turn her head as he continued to fuck her face, she instead turned her eyes as far to the left as she could. They were watering, so her vision was blurry but she could make out Anita and several other women standing, watching. Clara rolled her eyes away, ashamed. How was she ever going to talk to these women again, after this? After they had watched her sucking cock? After she had so openly submitted to this?

To her right were more women. She couldn't escape. They were everywhere. Her vision was blurred, but she thought she could make out Paula, who had a hand down her bikini bottoms. She wasn't making a show of it, but she was clearly masturbating.

Oh god, Clara thought. I'm a slut. I'm a fucking slut. She was ashamed, but that didn't stop her from squeezing her legs together, trying to rub her engorged lips. 

Hank continued to slide in and out of her mouth. Sometimes quick and shallow, sometimes slow and deep. At one point he had his cock as deep as he could get it without making her gag while her tongue slid in and out along the underside of his shaft.

He could feel a tingling in his balls. He didn't have to cum yet, but it was building. He pulled out and lifted his balls to her lips. She licked at them. Around and around and then sucked one into her mouth. "Mmmmmm" she hummed. The vibration made Hank gasp loudly. "Fuck, yesss."

Eventually he pulled away from her. She gasped, catching her breath.

"Clara, you're doing a great job so far. I'm going to need to cum soon, okay?" He spoke very deliberately.

"Yes sir." she nodded.

"When I do, you've been such a good girl that if you want, I'll cum in your mouth. Would you like that?"

She hesitated. She had another thought she didn't know how to share.

"What is it, Clara?" he asked.

"Maybe... sir, maybe to be fair to everyone here, you should..."

"I should what?" he asked tenderly

"Maybe you should cum..." God, why was this so hard to say? She thought. How am l still capable of being embarrassed? Everyone else here is half naked, they all just watched me hold a conversation with a man, while his cock was in my mouth. She couldn't explain her mixed emotions. 

Hank reached down and began stroking his cock. "Where Clara?" He whispered to her "Where should I cum?" 

"...on my tiny tits?" She closed her eyes as tight as should, the closest thing to hiding she was capable of.

"Why do you want me to cum on your tits Clara?" he asked.

"So...so everyone can see it." she admitted.

Hank grinned from ear to ear. He leaned in and kissed her passionately. His tongue found hers, he could taste himself on her. They made out for few moments before he broke off. He kept his face close to hers though, so close their foreheads touched. It created the feeling of privacy, even though everyone could hear and see them. 

Hank shifted back, raising his cock to her mouth.

"Okay, you just have to be a good girl for a few minutes more." Then he pushed his cock into her pursed lips. He grunted as he began fucking her face once again.

She bobbed her head as much as she could, no easy task with her hands bound as they were, but she wanted so much to make him happy. 

He reached down, held her head, and forced himself in deep again and again. She choked and gagged, the wet noises louder than ever. The smell of sex had filled the room, and had Hank looked, he would have seen more than just Paula was openly masturbating. Just when he couldn't take it anymore, he pulled his cock out of her mouth.

Clara's eyes were wide and she was out of breath as she leaned forward, pulling on the cuffs as she pushed her small tits forward. "Please sir..." Hank came with a loud grunt. The first shot actually went high. Several women gasped at the gooey stream of jizz that now lay forehead and hair. The second spurt however hit her tits. Someone clapped. Cum dripped off her nipple as the third splashed between her tits. 

"Yessss" he moaned.

It was an impressive amount considering it was the third time he had cum this evening. The ladies around the room were a mixture of impressed, shocked, and aroused. Everyone expected a bit sexual tension when the idea of being topless around one guy had been suggested, but no one had expected the party to turn into this.

Hank sat back on his heels, spent. Clara smiled and looked down at the mess of cum on her chest and she couldn't believe she what she had just done. It was the most erotic thing that had ever happened to her. Part of her hadn't wanted it to end. At the same time, with the moment of passion fading, the awareness of everyone still in the room staring at her was growing. That feeling couldn't end soon enough.

Trying to wrap her head around it logically, she thought; Everyone at the party is topless, so this isn't that big a deal. Then again, I'm the only one who gave Hank a blowjob in front of an audience.

She felt like a slut and with each growing second she looked forward to Hank unlocking the cuffs so she could disappear to the bathroom to cleanup, and then die of embarrassment.

Which he would do any moment now; 

Shit, what the fuck was Hank waiting for? she wondered. 

She looked at him, he hadn't moved. He wasn't even looking at her. He was, along with all the topless women in the room, looking at the doorway, where a very confused Rick stood. 

This was going to be interesting to have to explain.