0 comments/ 43009 views/ 2 favorites Birthday Treat By: KissingMarriedWomen I wrote this story in 1998, and it is set in the 70s, hence the mention of 'records' etc. I haven't updated it. I notice I have a habit of ending a paragraph with three dots, as in a Mills and Boon novel. Well, H.G. Wells used a lot it too, so I'm in august company. ==================== It was my birthday, and I wasn't going anywhere. My girlfriend, with whom I had been living for over two years, had last week walked out on me, accusing me (wrongly, for once) of infidelity. The university where I was doing postgraduate work was on vacation and most of my friends were away. I was feeling depressed and completely unfestive. As far as I was concerned this was one birthday that could go uncelebrated. It got to about 8 o'clock, and I had just fetched a bottle of whisky and was about to see how much of it I could get through, when the doorbell rang. I could have ignored it, but I didn't. Outside stood two girls from along the road, Melanie and Hannah. 'Happy birthday!' they chorused, presenting me with a large card and a bottle of wine. 'We thought we'd give you a birthday treat. Come on, we're taking you out for a drink.' I should describe them before we get too far into the story. They lived a few doors along the street, both with serious boyfriends, in a rented house. All four were students of one sort or another, and I saw them occasionally, sometimes together, sometimes separately. Although I fancied both girls, their relationships seemed too strong for me to attempt anything. In appearance the girls were as different as possible. Melanie was tall, slender, very black (I think she was Nigerian), with very short frizzy black hair. Hannah was from Finland, and opposite in looks - shorter, curvy, very pale skin and long straight ash blonde hair. But they had some things in common - both were attractive, sexy, fun and open-minded. I lusted after them both. They also dressed differently. Tonight Melanie wore a green T-shirt that highlighted her almost conical breasts and big nipples, and a full-length cheesecloth skirt (cheesecloth was very much the fashion then) and sandals. Hannah wore a white silk blouse that showed off her lacy bra, and a short cream skirt with tan nylons and high heels. Suddenly the bottle of whisky lost its appeal. 'Where's Paul and Mick?' I said, referring to their respective boyfriends. Melanie made a face. 'Oh, they're both in London for the big match. Left us all on our own.' She looked at Hannah and they both burst out laughing. I didn't see the joke. 'Come on then,' said Hannah. 'We're missing valuable drinking time.' I recalled that both girls - and their boyfriends - had something of a reputation for the quantity of alcohol they could put away. I grabbed some money and locked the door, and we strolled down to the local pub. I had always got on well with them both (perhaps because I had never tried to make a pass at either), and we were very much at ease. We all drank pints, and I rapidly realised that if I tried to keep up with them I would end up unconscious and perhaps miss the fun. I slowed down, wondering if a few subtle signals that I was receiving from Hannah were just in my alcoholic brain or hints that she might be available. I didn't want to risk being unable to rise to the occasion. In fact (this may also have been the alcohol) both girls seemed more flirtatious and sexy than usual. Hannah excused herself to go to the toilet and we watched her curvy ass wiggle its way across the room. 'She's lovely, isn't she?' Melanie said, half to herself. 'Mmmm,' I said, still gazing at her legs. 'She's wearing them specially for you, as a birthday treat, you know.' 'What?' I said. Melanie was looking at me with an amused expression. 'The stockings and suspender belt, of course. You don't mean you haven't noticed?' I shook my head. I usually can spot such things. Melanie laughed. 'You ought to pay more attention to your companions!' I was confused. I thought I had been paying attention - I hadn't looked at another girl in the pub all night. Why should I when my two companions were so attractive? 'She's coming back,' Melanie said. 'You'll see them now.' Hannah sat down opposite me and Melanie immediately said to her, 'He hasn't noticed. Go on, show him.' Hannah grinned and raised the hem of her miniskirt. I saw the lacy tops of her stockings and the white lace suspenders on her crossed thighs. It was delicious indeed. 'Part of your treat,' she said, simply, and pulled the skirt down. I turned to Melanie. 'And what are you wearing for my treat?' She looked at me with big dark eyes. 'Nothing,' she said seriously, and then laughed. 'Here, it's your round.' When I had fetched more drinks, somehow the conversation had turned to other things. Later, I had had enough to drink and the girls were getting tipsy, their speech slurred. I suggested that we go home and have some coffee. We staggered out into the street and I ended up between them, an arm round each one. They hugged me, partly for support, but the pressure of their hips against mine was full of promise. I let my hands stray downwards to cup their buttocks, and realised that Melanie had been right when she said she was wearing nothing as a treat for me. Under the thin skirt she was naked and pantieless. Hannah, on the other hand, was girded with suspenders and lacy panties, as my exploring fingers could detect. We ended up in their house. Hannah immediately dashed upstairs to use the toilet, Melanie shouting to her to hurry up. Then suddenly Melanie and I were in each other's arms, and kissing frantically, her fat muscular tongue forcing its way into my mouth. I let my hands roam freely over her slim body, just as hers were doing to me. We gripped each other's buttocks and strained our loins together, compressing my growing erection painfully against her pubes. She broke the kiss, gasping. 'I want you deep inside me tonight,' she growled. I responded by plunging my fingers into the cleft of her buttocks and sticking my tongue deep into her mouth. 'Which hole?' I grunted, and she gave a shudder as she got my meaning. 'All of them!' This was going to be a birthday treat indeed. Her hot lissome body and exotic aura were exciting me dangerously. I knew I had to have her soon... Hannah came down the stairs and we separated. If she had seen us embracing she gave no sign. Melanie dashed upstairs to relieve her bursting bladder, and I followed Hannah into the kitchen. 'Mmm. what would you like?' she said. 'Tea, coffee, chocolate - or something more adventurous?' The purr in her voice, if it was not just drunkenness, made me think that she too was trying it on. 'What did you have in mind?' I said, and put my arms round her gently from behind. To my delight she twisted round and put her arms round my neck, her curvaceous body flowing against mine. We kissed open-mouthed, our tongues fluttering against each other. 'How about ...' she whispered, her lips touching mine '... some hot juice?' 'Is it ready to drink?' I murmured, and she chuckled. 'Oh yes, ready and waiting.' My cock swelled hard into her stomach, and she writhed against me. Wow, I thought, two girls hot for me at once. How could I choose? I heard Melanie coming downstairs and we separated. I said that I'd like some coffee, and Hannah winked at me. My bladder was giving urgent signals too, so I left the girls making coffee. When I returned they were both in the lounge, sat on the settee with space for me between them. I started to sweat a little as I sat down, my thighs touching theirs. They both leaned against me with little sighs of contentment. How could I possibly go for one without upsetting the other? We listened to the record they had put on, and I put an arm around each of them. Both began to touch my legs softly. Gradually my hands worked their way down until I was stroking their thighs - in Melanie's case through her thin skirt, in Hannah's case her nylon-clad skin. They relaxed further, giving me better access. I felt like I was about to enter heaven ... My fingers rode up Hannah's thigh, taking her skirt hem with it, finding the lacy top of her stocking, stroking the hot smooth skin above. I reached the hot soft lace of her panties without any complaint ... Meanwhile my other hand had pulled Melanie's skirt up until most of her long smooth black legs were exposed. She shifted so that her back was against the side of my chest and opened her thighs, letting my hand fall into the warm space between them. I stroked upwards until I confirmed without doubt that she was wearing no panties - the hot, soft hairless petals of her cunt were open and defenceless beneath my trembling fingers. Hannah twisted round so that she was kneeling on the settee and facing me. Her mouth nuzzled into my neck and my hand slipped almost of its own accord into her crotch. I pulled her panties to one side and touched her lips, feeling her soft hair matted with juice. She shifted her knees apart to allow me better access... With growing disbelief I slipped a finger of each hand between the lips of each girl, analysing the different textures of their folds and fluids. Melanie's clitoris was hard and slender, Hannah's spongier and fatter. Both elicited moans of delight when stroked. I rubbed them equally, interested to see who would cum first. Certainly from the growing amount of noise that Hannah was making she seemed to be about to win the race. Her juice was flowing out of her under gravity and running down my hand. Melanie had her hand on my wrist and was guiding me to her most sensitive spots. Hannah gasped into my ear, 'Oh yes, I'm going to cum, yes, oh yes ....', but suddenly Melanie gave a little cry and her body went rigid, and then began to jerk up and down under my fingers. Hannah bit my neck and squeezed her thighs together, and I felt her spasms radiate outwards from her clitoris. I continued to rub both little nubs until I was sure that each girl's orgasm had run its full course. They slumped against me, breathing deeply and almost purring. The feel of two girls cuming in my arms simultaneously had inflamed my cock to bursting point, and I would have touched it if I hadn't still had my arms round them. But they must have realised how I was feeling, for they sat up and slowly unzipped my trousers, drawing out with their long slim fingers my aching cock. Both gave little sighs of contentment when they saw it rise to full height under their caresses, and together they bent forward to kiss it... To have two hot wet mouths sliding along my shaft was unbearably lovely. It was all I could do not to cum. I stroked their backs and heads and tried to think of quantum mechanics in order to control myself. It was impossible, their lips and tongues knew exactly what to do for maximum stimulation. I felt a hot bubble of pre-cum ooze its way out, and they pounced on it with little cries of delight. 'Uh, girls,' I said hoarsely, 'I'm going to cum all over you if you keep this up.' They giggled, but reluctantly sat back. Both had full, glistening lips and fire in their eyes. 'We don't want that to happen - yet,' Melanie said, smiled, and began to take off my shirt. I was powerless to resist, and soon I was sat naked between them, my cock pointing rigid at the ceiling. I took the initiative and undid the buttons of Hannah's blouse, and she sat there and let me undress her completely, moving slightly when I wanted to slip her sodden panties off. She was beautiful naked, her pale skin glowing with sexual excitement. Her neat blonde bush was dark with wetness. I turned my attention to Melanie - she was quicker to undress because she only had two items. The T-shirt went over her head, exposing her proud firm breasts, and the skirt unwrapped, letting me feast my eyes on her hairless cunt with its exotic wavy black lips. I could hardly believe this was happening to me. Hannah grinned at her friend. 'Who's first?' 'God, I want you both,' I groaned. 'If only I had two cocks.' 'We know what to do,' Melanie chuckled, and sat back. With practised ease Hannah squatted over her, holding onto the back of the settee. Their cunts, almost touching, gaped pinkly at me. 'There you are!' I plunged my aching cock into one of them. It happened to be Melanie's, and it was the hottest, firmest, juiciest cunt I had ever been in. I wanted to spend the rest of my life there, but I knew Hannah would be jealous. I withdrew and entered the other tunnel. It was as hot and firm and juicy, and I knew that I wouldn't be able to choose which I preferred. I held Hannah by the waist and pistoned in and out of them both, one stroke in each, trying to detect differences in their shape and texture, the way their muscles clutched at me. I was going at it strongly, my cock finding its way almost automatically, but every so often I would miss my aim and try to enter one of their anuses (or is that ani?). Melanie giggled. 'That's for later,' she said, and reached down to hold my slippery column and direct it to the right holes. I realised that she was selfishly giving herself more strokes than Hannah, but I was too far gone to do anything about it. Both girls were moaning with pleasure every time I entered them, a very gratifying noise. I looked down and saw that both were rubbing themselves with two fingers, their hands touching in the narrow space between their pubes. In disbelief I saw their fingers swap places, Melanie's black parting the pale lips of her friend, while Hannah's white fingers slipped between Melanie's coal-black labia. The sight was so erotic that I felt myself begin to cum. But Melanie felt the increased hardness and quickly did something with her fingers at the very base of my cock. The orgasm magically receded. That was some trick! I continued to ram into them alternately while they rubbed each other, and before too long they both started to make high-pitched noises and I felt their cunts quivering around my cock. God, they were both cuming together again! Again it was too much for me, and I felt myself losing control. Again Melanie's fingers pressed down hard onto my root, stifling the eruption, even while she was shuddering through her climax. They subsided and I watched the glistening juices flowing out of them onto my cock. I gave a tremendous groan of lust. Melanie giggled. 'I think he wants to cum, don't you?' 'Mmm, I expect so,' laughed Hannah. 'Shall we let him?' 'Oh God,' I groaned. 'I'm going to burst!' They laid me on my back on the rug, and knelt on either side, their asses by my shoulders and their heads over my hips. Hannah had fetched a hair-band to keep her long hair out of the way. I started to dabble my fingers in their gaping cunts - one white, one black, both deep pink inside - but the things they were doing to my cock made it hard for me to control my fingers. One girl would take it deep into her mouth while the other sucked my tight balls, then they would swap places, licking their way along the shaft, nibbling my solid column. I felt two slim fingers sliding around under my buttocks and wriggling their way into my asshole. Somehow they knew how to screw my sexual tension up to unbelievable heights without actually letting me cum. I was writhing and moaning on the floor, while they did incredible things to my poor aching cock. My fingers fluttered around in their soft slippery petals, but I couldn't concentrate enough to give their clits the attention I wanted. It seemed like I had been on the point of cuming for days ... My cock was being held vertically in their hands while their lips and tongues roamed over my enormous swollen purple glans. I felt the mother of all orgasms building deep in my balls, and gave a loud groan. This time they didn't stop, and the fire rushed up my pipe and into my swelling column and burst out like a volcano. I watched in disbelief as a gout of white cum shot three or four feet into the air and then splattered down onto Melanie's head. They just kept on licking and sucking my glans as spurt after spurt burst forth, some of it splashing onto their faces, some being caught in their eager mouths, some escaping to arc up and fall onto their hair and onto my thighs and stomach. I seemed to have an inexhaustible supply, and they obviously meant to extract it all ... I lay exhausted, gasping, my body still throbbing as my cock twitched with the ebbing orgasm. Hannah and Melanie, their faces streaked with white, grinned at me, and then to my astonishment began to lick and kiss each other's faces, cleaning my cum off each other. They even sucked it out of each other's hair! I watched dumbfounded... 'Did you enjoy that?' Hannah asked when they had got every splash cleaned up, including the ones on my stomach and legs. 'Oh God,' I said, 'That was the best treat I've ever had.' 'Oh, we're not finished yet,' Melanie said, smiling. 'That was just the warm-up. Wasn't it, Han?' And they laughed delightedly. They stood up and put an arm around each others' waist. 'Now we're going to go upstairs and get ready. You come up in five minutes, OK?' I could only sit back and gawp at them. I waited what I thought was five minutes and then went up, wondering what they had in store for me. The light was on in one of the bedrooms, and the sight that met my eyes made me stop dead. On the floor was an enormous mattress, covered in a shiny red cloth (which turned out to be thin rubber). Melanie and Hannah were lying on it, their limbs entwined, writhing slowly in a sensuous embrace. Their bodies glistened all over and a huge bottle of oil stood by the mattress. Their intermingled white and black bodies resembled an enormous curvy chessboard. My cock swelled quickly and painfully at the most erotic sight I could recall. 'Don't just stand there,' said Hannah throatily, reaching for the bottle of oil. 'Come on in!' I almost dived on top of them and she poured the warm oil liberally over me. Quickly I became as slippery as they were, and we slid and rolled over each other like eels. Their hands were everywhere, and any inhibitions I had ever had were wiped away as we massaged each other in exotic places. I closed my eyes with the extreme pleasure of the sensations as their oiled skin slid across mine, and then, realising that I was missing the beautiful sights of their bodies writhing around mine, opened them again. My cock and fingers penetrated any holes that came near, and I felt the girls opening up my only available hole with their fingers. At one point I realised that I was buried up to the hilt in Melanie's anus; I had slipped into her so easily that neither of us had noticed anything unusual. Later, out of the corner of my eye, I saw Hannah reach onto the floor and grasp a bunch (just like bananas) of dildos, which soon became oiled enough to slip into any orifice that was handy. In fact they were so slippery that it was hard to pull them out again. My anus was permanently filled by what felt like an enormous column, which the girls took turns to pump and rotate, and they themselves kept a dildo in each hole, so that I had to take it out if I wanted to fuck them anywhere. It was hard to tell (not that I was trying) exactly when and how many times they came - they both made so much noise in their ecstasy that the climaxes were somewhat drowned in the overall sounds of gasping, slurping, crying and sucking noises. Fortunately my first draining orgasm had blunted my sensitivity a little, so that I was able to avoid cuming despite the mind-blowing stimuli. Eventually, though, I found myself pumping furiously in Hannah's delightfully tight little anus, and realised with a twinge of sadness that I was about to cum. Melanie, who was lying on top of me pumping a dildo into my anus and squeezing my balls, realised it too, and whispered in my ear 'Go on, fill her up! Harder! Pump that spunk into her!' I did, with a tremendous shout. My anal muscles clenched fiercely around the dildo as Melanie gripped Hannah's slippery hips and with a fierce thrust of her own body forced me deeper into Hannah's ass. The cum blasted out of me like lava again... Birthday Treat As my still fat cock slipped out, Melanie grasped it and began to rub. 'My turn now,' she said with hunger in her voice. Hannah twisted round, smiling, and took over 'my' dildo, and to my amazement I felt myself growing hard again. Melanie lay down and lifted her taut gleaming buttocks at me, and Hannah guided my solid cock into the luscious hole between them. The black girl milked me expertly with her anal muscles while Hannah massaged my balls and anus. I was putty in their hands. I could feel the dildo in Melanie's cunt as a hard unyielding rod lying against my cock, separated only by a thin membrane. Not believing what I saw, I watched Hannah slide another dildo in beside the first, then she did something to the base and a vibration surged out and enveloped my cock. I heard Melanie scream as she climaxed, and I observed myself almost detachedly as my cock swelled painfully and a third fiery but almost dry orgasm ripped through me. We all collapsed on the rubber sheet in a mess of oil, sweat and the cum that had leaked from Hannah's ass. The girls lay one on either side of me, carefully removed the dildos from each other, licked them clean and began to finger each other gently, their arms lying across my hips like two snakes, one white, one black. Soon they had brought each other to another climax, while I lay between, shell-shocked. We dozed for a little while, the girls lying slippery against my sides. 'Uh, do you do this sort of thing often?' I asked hesitantly. Hannah chuckled. 'Mmm, as often as we want.' 'Usually with an extra guy,' said Melanie. 'Neither of them likes to be left out.' I had difficulty getting my mind round the concepts. 'You mean - Paul and Mike and you two - ' Melanie nuzzled into my armpit. 'Usually. If one of us is away, or doesn't feel like it - ' 'You always feel like it,' put in Hannah. ' - or sometimes we just pair off. But we like to be one big happy family!' 'Wow!' was all I could say. 'Hey, don't think we do it every night!' Melanie wriggled against me. 'Don't we?' said Hannah. 'When was the last night we didn't do it?' Melanie giggled, and was silent for a while. 'Hmm, was it that day last month ...' and they both burst out laughing. 'Well, can we help it if we get horny?' 'And do you often ... well, invite extra people along?' 'Sometimes ... if we're feeling extra horny! Or if the lads are shagged out!' 'Can I put my name down?' They looked at each other critically. 'Well, has he been good enough?' 'Mmm, we haven't done the last bit yet.' 'No. We think you ought to rest for a bit, get your strength back for the rest of your treat.' 'You mean there's more?' 'Might be ... later.' They began to stroke my head and face gently, and to my surprise I must have drifted off into a dose. Well, I had had some strenuous exercise. When I awoke I was on my back on the warm, oily mattress, and the girls were gone. I tried to move and realised that my ankles and wrists were tied with something soft but strong, so that I had very little freedom of movement. I was effectively helpless, naked and spread-eagled, ready for whatever their wicked imaginations could dream up ... Birthday Treat To me, you are the sexiest woman alive. As I look upon you standing in your Basque and stockings I strain against my underwear. I adore your face, your eyes alive with sensuality and your soft full lips. I adore your hands as they caress my body, sending shivers of ecstasy through me. I adore your legs, your toes painted and your feet encased in heels, decorating your sexy calves and oh so smooth thighs, leading up towards sexual bliss. Your full breasts are made to be played with; sucked licked and fondled, tongue flicking around the sensitive tips, strong hands kneading porcelain flesh. Your pussy - shaved, neat, impossibly tight and deliciously sweet. Your ass, I could discuss for weeks at a time, touch for months and worship with my mouth for millennia. It is so soft and round like a ripe peach. I love feeling it in my hands, feeling its smooth contours as I stroke its curves with my cock. I love the roundness of your ass-cheeks. I touch myself as I contemplate cupping you, one side at a time as our tongues entwine. I squeeze your ass, appreciating its voluptuous beauty and hiss into your ear that you are the sexiest woman alive. I drop to my knees so that I am level with your glorious pussy and slowly turn you around. Now my prize is before me and I am overcome with lust. I slowly kiss and lick my way around your ass, alternating from cheek to cheek as I titillate your little pussy with my fingers, toying with your clitoris, working my fingers in teasing, light circles towards and away from your sex. I drag my tongue over your ass from top to bottom and back, delighting in the shape of you. I can feel your excitement blossom on my finger as I embolden my exploration of your delicious pussy, opening your lips and gently tracing my finger along their insides. I cover your pussy with my hand and savour the heat emanating from inside. You feel hot to the touch, a metaphor for the passion contained within. My index finger, glistening with nectar from your sex is poised between your lips. I gently glide in between your labia and into your pussy. As you draw in a breath sharply I can simply stand it no longer and softly kiss your asshole. A light touching of my lips to your perfect asshole becomes a slow, luxurious kiss, coating you in my saliva as I lick around and inside you and your perfect ass. My cock throbs as the privilege of my reward occurs to me. I am eating your ass - your perfect ass. You snigger at my perversion, while my stimulation you persuades you to put up with my pathetic behaviour, making muffled sounds of pleasure as the cheeks of your backside envelop my face. My finger is now sliding in and out of your pussy in a slow, regular rhythm, never quite going into you at the same angle twice, and varying in depth as if making some map of your inner form. I can hear your breath becoming heavier; feel your body respond to me with heightening pleasure. "What a freak you are you are" you say, stepping away from my face and out of my grasp. You decide to indulge me a little and walk slowly over to the bed, away from me. From my knees, I gaze transfixed by your ass, swaying hypnotically, dancing seductively with your hips as you move with authority, your natural femininity accentuating the movement. You look over your shoulder and quietly tell me to get naked and get on the bed. I hurry to obey; thinking of the treat in my mind's eye. I lie on my back and my cock wiggles back and forward as it sticks up into the air. You tell me to close my eyes and as my eyelids come together heightening my awareness of my other senses. I hear the sound of a drawer being opened and items being retrieved. The next thing I know, each of my wrists in connected by a handcuff to opposite corners of the top of the bed. I grin at the kinky predicament I find myself in. This annoys you and you tell me "I wouldn't be so happy if I were you, you have no idea what I have in store for you!" You place a blindfold fashioned from items from your underwear drawer over my eyes and give my nipple a hard twist. I wince with pain and buck my hips upwards. You take my balls in your hand and close your fist firmly around them, warning me that you will give them a proper squeeze if I don't stop thrashing about like a wimp. I decide I had better keep still and nod quickly, the earlier grin on my face now a distant memory. Unbeknown to me, you break out in a sexy, satisfied smile as you release my balls from your fist. Despite my unease at how vulnerable I feel, my dick remains rock hard, betraying my excitement. There is silence for a moment, and you say "I am going to get a glass of wine. Try not to play with your cock too much while I am gone, oh wait -- you can't. Back soon. You seem gone for a very long time, I hear your heels clicking on the kitchen floor as you fetch your wine, and you seem to be taking your time, going into the day room, then back to the kitchen, strolling around perhaps. I then hear you opening the door to the lounge and entering. My cock twitches as I know full well the busy road outside our lounge window with its currently open blinds. I imagine some guy walking past and glancing in to see you in all your splendour. Your voluptuous body poured into your Basque and legs stocking covered. I imagine you turning to face him, your eyes meeting, but instead of covering yourself and fleeing the room, there is a moment of realisation - a moment when you realise you want him to touch you. I can see you now, opening the front door and taking him into the lounge without so much as a word said between you, sitting him down and dropping to your knees to please him with your mouth. Sliding your full lips up and down his shaft and looking him in the eye as you coat his cock in your saliva. You make appreciative sighs and coos of satisfaction as you savour his tool as you would a desert at an expensive restaurant. He takes you again and again over the couch, stretching your pussy with his rough fucking of you, your nails clawing at the material of the sofa as he pounds relentlessly in and out of you. You invite him to do you in the ass and he obliges, curling his fist around your hair and using it to hold your body in place as he slides his cock in and out of your beautiful ass, fucking you hard as you moan like a whore for his cum. You do not even bother to close the blinds. You are getting shagged senseless by a man you have just met and never even spoken to, in full view of the busy street outside. Whether it is the thought of being watched or the thought of me listening in on the action, or simply due to the skill of your mystery lover, you climax loudly and with great intensity. And all the while I lie restrained and blindfolded upstairs, my ears the only source of information on the particulars of your consensual ravishment. I am snapped out of my trance by the sound of your shoes on the stairs once more. You enter the room slowly and set something down. I feel the bed shift as you mount it and you kiss me on the lips, the rich taste of wine emanating from you. Your tongue tastes of warm red wine. I suck it, savouring the taste. You ask me if I want a drink and I nod. A second later your mouth is on mine again, wetter this time. As our mouths connect, you force your tongue inside my mouth, releasing a trickle of delicious wine into my mouth. I swallow and give breathless thanks. "I must remember to close the blinds in the lounge next time," you giggle "I wouldn't want to cause a car crash now by distracting some driver, would I?" You are arranging things in the room I think. I hear you moving about, your heels making a surprising amount of noise, even on the carpeted floor. "Seeing as your birthday is coming up soon I am going to give you a bit of a treat," you say slowly and evenly. "I hope you enjoy your gift, I'm sure you'll agree it has been wrapped beautifully." I nod eagerly in memory of your unbelievably sexy underwear, which to my torment remains lost to my sight. I hear the sound of water, and feel you mount the bed, kneeling with your legs astride mine. I can feel your naked ass on me and it feels divine. My cock is suddenly very warm - it feels like you are washing it with a very warm cloth. It feels heavenly. The soft material of the cloth is softly traced over my balls and up my shaft to the head. You squeeze the cloth as you reach the tip and hot water cascades down the length of my cock. I let out a low groan of pleasure as you continue to coat me in warmth. You hang the cloth over my dick and say something about a tent that I don't quite catch. "I'm afraid that as lovely as you found that, it was only the preparation for what comes next," you purr. The cloth is removed and the cooler air in the room rushes over my cock. Before I can react, you grasp my cock at the base with one warm hand and with the other, place an ice cube right on the tip of my penis. I buck and try to move but the combination of the handcuffs and your body pressing down on my legs hold me still. You work one hand rapidly up and down my shaft, roughly masturbating my cock while the other pitilessly pushes the ice cube down, compressing my cockhead. The mix of pleasure and discomfort is exquisite, with your warm hand exciting my shaft while the cold ice torments my sensitive and previously warm cock tip. As the seconds pass the ice all becomes too much and I begin to lose hardness, shrinking in your hand until you stop wanking me. You make an irritated sound and remark that I am ungrateful and pathetic, saying that all I have to do is lie there and remain hard while you give me my present. If I was not tied up, horny as hell and humiliated by your callous, icy touch, I could have seen the futility of the situation - the impossibility of remaining hard given the onslaught of ice administered to my cock, I would have realised that you knew what you were doing -- taking control of me, toying with me. But in my predicament, I instead offer my insistent and repeated apologies to you, asking for another chance. After much pleading, you seem to calm down and say "OK, it is your birthday; I suppose I can forgive you that minor indiscretion. Maybe you can properly make it up to me later. I'm sure I can think of something" I breathe a sigh of relief that not only am I out of the doghouse but it seems like our sexy game will continue. "Hmm, what next," you playfully ask yourself...." "Oh! I know. How about I play with my pussy for you? I bet you would like that?" I begin to say that I would love that as the thought of it turns me on immeasurably but you carry on talking. "I can use my big vibrator if you like? I know how you fantasise about me using it on myself. The only thing is that you are not exactly inspiring me at the moment. The sight of a flaccid man tied to a bed doesn't fill me with lust and a longing to finger-fuck and toy myself to oblivion." I begin to panic at the thought of my evaporating fantasy when I hear the unmistakeable sounds of fucking. Some woman is moaning, crying "Deeper, deeper, harder, your big black cock is so much better than my husband's" and a male voice is grunting in a deep American drawl. I quickly realise that you are watching some porn on your computer and this is confirmed as I hear the first of many of your whimpers of pleasure as I presume you begin to explore your body. "That's better now - much more stimulating material for a horny girl," you say "Let me fill you in on what is happening in the movie." I ask if you can remove my blindfold but you flatly refuse saying that you have no intention to have me gawping at you and ruining your fun. My cock is already hard again as you describe the action to me. "He has her bent over a couch and has his cock buried in her pussy. I can't believe that she can take him all in, he is massive. She is a cute little slut, tits like missiles and a tiny little ass but she can fuck. You would like her Baby she has the sexiest high heels on and that is all that she is wearing. To be honest though, when you have that much black dick in you, clothes are not really necessary." You continue to describe the action, all the while getting more aroused yourself. He dominates her, forcing his cock into her tight pussy and keeping her in ecstasy as he drills her continuously, not giving her the time to rest between orgasms, which it is plain, there are several of. As you toy with yourself, you describe the minutiae of detail you can see from the prettiness of the girls feet and toenails, pushed up behind the back of her head by the athletic fucking she is receiving to a vivid description of the man screwing her senseless, from his muscled torso to the size and apparent fullness of his balls to the length and girth of his rock-hard tool. It is obvious that you find him attractive and the size of his genitals seems to have a mesmerising effect on you. I hear the unmistakeable hum of a vibrator and you give a short gasp as you touch the silicone cock to your clit and savour the intense stimulation. You explore your inner and outer labia, varying the path around your pussy to mimic the action on screen. The porn-whore on-screen is now being eaten out by her black lover, his long tongue flicking rapidly at her clit one minute and the next sucking the folds of her pussy into his mouth. He extends his tongue into a long point and slowly slips up inside her. She goes crazy, throwing her head back and shuddering as his serpentine tongue explores the inner contours of her pussy. You copy the action, sliding the vibrator into yourself and working it in circles inside so the vibrating tip stimulates all around the inside of your sex, in between moans of pleasure, you tease me mercilessly. "I really need fucked baby. With you all tied up, I need to think of an alternative. Maybe I could give the man on the computer a call. I bet if I tried I could find him. Do you think he would be able to take care of me? " I shout that I am dying to fuck you and plead to be untied and implore you to come over to me and ride on my dick. Whether or not you hear me, you continue with your teasing. "I wish I was in the place of that porn whore, getting fucked every day by cock after cock. What a lucky girl she is. He has stopped licking her now baby and is going to fuck her again. He is much bigger than you are and probably a much better lover too. By the size of his balls he will fill her up to the brim when he shoots his cum in her." As the fucking resumes on the screen you pound the vibrator in and out of yourself in time with the on screen action, all the while continuing to describe the way her pussy stretches around his cock as he thrusts in and out of her in long strokes from almost fully out to fully inside her, invading her with such speed that his balls slap off her ass. You come with an intensity that fills me with powerful conflicting emotions. The feelings of humiliation at my wife fantasising about being another man's plaything - his fuck slut and the extreme arousal of hearing you explain all this in graphic detail while I am tied up and blindfolded, unable to see you fuck yourself to orgasm. Your climax subsides and I sense your face close to mine, you are panting heavily after your energetic session with your vibrator. You kiss me on the lips and your hand drops to my cock. You lightly encircle the sensitive head and rub my pre-cum into the tip. As you do this, you whisper in my ear - your composure already regained. "My vibrator is dripping wet and I'm afraid it can't go back in its bed like that. Open your mouth and lick it clean. You should be grateful to it, it does a better job than you do!" I reluctantly oblige, licking the cock-like object clean until I can no longer taste you on it. You quickly shove the vibrator in my mouth, laughing as you do so. I choke as the vibrator hits the back of my throat but manage to spit it back out onto the bed having cleansed all your delicious cum from its surface. You hold my cock in your hand and spit on the head causing me to moan as I feel your saliva dribble down the side of my dick. "I am going to make you cum sweetie" you state in a matter of fact tone. "But I am going to dictate exactly how and when it happens, you see I have the power to give pleasure to you in quantities that will make you worship me forever like a puppy would its master (you start to masturbate me on the head of my cock). I can make you cum so hard you will pass out, but I also have the ability to stop this pleasure on a whim and make you beg for mercy with my cruelty" (you slap the head of my penis abruptly causing me to cry out in pain) "You see what I want form you is to have a discussion about our relationship and what I mean by that is I am going to tell you what is going to happen and you are going to say yes my angel, anything for you. I imagine that with this set-up here today in this room, you will listen to me with the attentiveness and responsiveness I deserve and that you can otherwise lack. Do you understand?" At this you bend my cock back on itself so it is almost touching the bed sheets. I strain against the restraints but unable to move and in pain, pant my agreement to your condition. You reward me by taking my cock into your mouth for a series of slow, luxurious sucks, cooing in appreciation of how good I taste. On each down-stroke you scrape my cockhead off the inside of your cheek on the way to the back of your throat and as you finish each upstroke you rapidly flick the tip of my penis with your tongue causing me to shudder. As you reach the head of my penis for the final time you suck extremely hard so that when your mouth leaves my dick an audible pop is produced. With this sound still hanging in the air, you begin to speak. "So, baby, there are basically 3 conditions that you are going to agree to tonight. The changes these conditions bring about will be permanent improvements to our lives that I know you will come to appreciate. By the way, all this is all being videoed so if you try to back out, then don't be surprised if the part with you sucking on the vibrator finds its way into the mailbox of everyone you know." This makes me feel uneasy but at the same time very aroused at how sexy and dominant you are behaving. I mutter a quiet "OK". "Condition number one is that from now on you will be doing the lion's share of the chores round here. I will still be involved but purely in the role of an inspector. It will take you some time to get up to standard but with effort you should be able to manage it." With the earlier warning about video evidence still ringing in my ears I quickly agree to the condition. You respond with a curt "Good". Then I hear you reaching into the bedside cabinet for something. "I bought us some baby oil this afternoon. It is apparently very good for giving naughty massages. I saw this video where a girl covers her guy's dick in this stuff. It is so slippery." You state. "She keeps him on the brink of cumming for the whole video then leaves him unsatisfied. Doesn't that sound like fun?" "Please don't do that to me" I beg. After a moment, you start pouring the oil over my cock and murmur ever so softly "We'll see..." As you massage the oil into me, I gasp at the sensation. You hold my dick stationary at the very base and use your flat palm to rapidly rub my cockhead talking as you do so. "This is a good one apparently. You won't get enough sensation to come but you won't get soft either. Apparently it is a favourite of women known as Masturbatrixes. Do you know what they are? A Masturbatrix is a dominant woman who specialises in masturbation-related tease and sexual torture. Fascinating, I think. " I don't know what to make of your statement but your knowledge of the technique is correct. Your rapid palming gives just enough pleasure to maintain my erection, which both frustrates me because I want to come desperately but excites me due to the degree of control you possess over my body. As you continue the teasing and pleasuring, you apply more and more of the baby oil to me, soaking my cock. I can feel it running down my stomach and between my legs. I let out a groaning sigh and once more become aware of the porn sounds in the background. I can't say for certain if the sounds have been playing all along but your teasing, extremely sexy behaviour made me oblivious to it or if they were absent for a time and you have just put on another movie.