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Happy Birthday Ch. 1

By: nasty1



My Sister's name is Emily. She's 21. What a BEAUTIFUL young lady she is. 5ft 6in., blue eyes and brown hair. Slim waist and long legs. Her breasts are pretty small, but her ass makes up for her chest. It has that slight curve that would drive any man wild. Today was her Birthday. Since she is 21, I took her to the bar. I'm 22.

"Happy Birthday, sis" I said as I clinked our beer bottles together.

"Thanks. I'M SOOO glad I'm 21. I can finally legally drink." My sister was a rebel and had been drinking for years.

"Just don't get TO wasted. Hangovers suck."

She smiled at me. Don't I know it." Emily took a long swig of her Heineken.

"WOW there." I took a gulp of my own beer. With that, my bottle was empty.

I glanced at my watch, it was 9:30. "It's getting late. You better drink that last swallow so we can get out of her. My sis and I were alone tonight because my parents had to go out of town. You never know, these my get interesting, I thought.

My sis glugged down the rest of her alcohol. "Done."

So I paid the tab, and we left the bar.

"I better drive." I grabbed the keys from her as she was about to open her door.

I walked to the driver's seat and hoped in. As my sister slammed her side, I hit the ignition. "We're off." I peeled out of the driveway and buckled my seatbelt. I was a bit peeked, so I was glad our house wasn't far away. 5 minutes. 

"Thanks, bro. This was great of you," she exclaimed as she leaned over and kissed my cheek.

MAN! I hope she couldn't see my erection.

"What's that bulge in your shorts, Bob?"

SHIT! "I, uh..UM, it's..."

"It's ok. You don't have to be ashamed. So you find me HOT! That's fine."

I gazed stupefied at my sis and she was smiling. Finally home. THANK GOD! I pulled in the driveway, shut off the car, and opened the door. I ran to our front door and suddenly felt something tickle my ass. I turned around, stunned, and my sister was seductively staring at me. FUCKIN' KEY! OPEN UP! At last I turned the knob and went inside. Dragging Emily inside, she groped my ass, and before the door was even shut, kissed me, HARD AND PASSIONATE! No sisterly kiss this time.

I too grabbed at my sister's ass. Her flesh was everything I hoped it would be. Soft and bouncy. I was SO aroused when her ass giggled with my exploration. My erection was pressing right at my sister's pussy. Finally, our kiss broke. "I WANT YOU SOOO BAD!"

"Me too, she panted, trying to control her breathing. Then, in an instant, her hand was grabbing my cock. "OH, I NEED THAT! she insisted. Her fingers were slowly unzipping my fly. With that exercise out of the way, she hooked her claws in my Jeans and frantically pulled them down to my leg, were I helped kick them off. Then, she hoisted my boxers off. My cock was centimeters from her pussy. My sister licked her lips. "UM, that looks delightful." 

I grabbed her shoulder straps, and her Blue dress fell to the floor. She looked FABULOUS naked.

Without hesitation, my sibling bend down and licked the pre-cum from my dick.

"Oh, yeah. Lick my cock. Suck it, whore."

She twirled her tongue around the shaft, and in a quick instant, swallowed my entire member. 

"Oh, yeah. Such my cock, sis. Make me cum I your dirty fucking mouth. NASTY SLUT!" Emily was making loud noise with very suck of my entire rod.

SLURP! SLURP!! SLURP!!!

"YES! SUCK ME! I ordered.

My sister's hands were on my ass, to steady herself. Her fingers were lightly caressing my flesh. Then, with a finger, she pushed it in my orifice.

"OH, FUCK. NASTY CUNT! MAKE ME CUM, WHORE!!!" With those harsh words, I unloaded a wad of sticky filth down her throat. "FUCK...AHHH!" When the last drop of film spilled from my cock, I pulled my limp dick out of her mouth.

"Lick my pussy." My sister's birthday was going to be a wild trip for both of us.

To Be Continued...

Happy Birthday Cher



He had been planning this day for a long time. Finally it was here. Although everything was in place, he had no idea how it would actually go, and his stomach was turning over and over with the anxiety of the situation. It was high risk; it could be high reward. Then again it could turn into a nightmare. Part of him was happy that it would soon be known, one way or the other. The other part of him wished the day were forever in the future so he would never actually face the moment of truth. His pulse raced and he was constantly checking his watch, only to find that a mere two or three minutes had passed since his last check.

He finally stepped out of his car, closed the door behind him and pressed the remote to lock the doors behind him. The sound of his own footsteps seemed very loud to him as he walked across the parking structure toward the door marked 'Elevator'. He knew no one was looking at him, but he still made a conscious effort to look more composed than he felt. He considered it practice for later on, when he knew he would be struggling very hard to maintain that composure while meeting her in person for the first time.

They had met quite by accident on the internet a couple of years earlier. They were both happily married and neither was looking for anything more. Over time, their friendship grew and took on a different twist. They delighted in pushing the other person's envelope of comfort in terms of what things they were willing to talk about or questions they were willing to ask or answer. It was a game. The rules of the game were simple... no matter what the other person asked, the answer must be completely honest. Eventually, the game in some moments turned toward sex. Questions about the tastes of the other person, their fantasies, even actual experiences. On a few occasions, they would even write elaborate erotic stories for each other and send them via email.  

When he asked her a few weeks ago what she wanted for her birthday, she kept to the rules of the game, and she answered him honestly. 

As he rode down in the elevator, he wondered if she would show up or if she would get cold feet at the last minute and back out. He wondered if he should back out. Or maybe he should meet her just long enough to say that he was too nervous to go through with the rest of the day. That's nonsense, he decided. The day is laid out in a way that will give plenty of time to determine whether this will feel natural or not. If the latter, both of them would realize it and agree to end things at that point and part as friends. 

He stepped up to the 'Will Call' window and paid for the tickets. He took the second ticket and slipped it inside an envelope he had brought with him. The envelope had another piece of paper already in it. After placing the ticket into it, he sealed it and handed it to the person behind the counter. "The person I am meeting will be here shortly. She will ask for this ticket using the name on the outside of the envelope here. Please just give her the envelope. Thanks!" 

The woman behind the counter looked at the envelope marked "Cher" and nodded that she understood. "OK" she said. "Enjoy the afternoon."

He then walked to the entrance and handed his ticket to the man at the door and he walked down the hallway to the right and disappeared through the door.

About 10 minutes later, a woman in her late 30's walked up to the window and asked if there was an envelope left for Cher. The woman behind the counter said there surely was, and handed the envelope through the window. Cher's fingers were shaking just a bit as she tore open the envelope and took out the contents. She had been looking around the area to see if she could spot anyone who might be him. Someone watching the counter, someone looking out toward the road or the garage, but no one she saw could possibly be him. Her attention went back to the items in the envelope. There was an admission ticket and a small white piece of paper. The paper had a small hand drawn map and a few words of instruction. They said to merely go through the entrance turnstile and then walk down the hallway to the right and enter the first door on the left side. It said to look for the most dominant piece of art in the room, and then to sit on the bench across from it and he would find her.

She walked down the hallway and as she entered the gallery, she saw that it was a large room filled with Renaissance masterpieces. There were probably a dozen Monets, a large bronze ballerina statue by Degas, and numerous other paintings she found familiar. At one end of the hall, however, was a soaring painting by Renoir that commanded your focus immediately as you walked into the room. She stood admiring the pictures for a moment before walking slowly toward the large Renoir. She decided that before she would take the seat she was instructed to use, she would get a close look at the brush strokes and read the panel that described the work. She agreed with the card. - The focal point of the picture for both the subjects in the picture and for us as the viewers, was the girl. The man she was dancing with had her 'dipped' slightly over his left arm, and although his eyes were covered from our view by that straw hat, he was clearly entirely consumed with being in her presence at that moment. 

She took a few steps backward and sat on the bench, still taking in the picture, when she heard a soft voice from behind her. "What do you think of it?"

She resisted the urge to snap her head around to see him immediately and instead kept looking straight at the picture and answered in a voice as quiet as his own. "I love it. I need more time with it to really take it all in, but I love it." With that, she turned her head slowly and smiled a smile that melted him on the spot. 

She turned her head back to the painting and she heard him say, "Take your time. I will be right here."

As she sat there and just continued discovering the painting, he walked around the bench to take a seat alongside her. He reached out and slid his hand into hers and intertwined his fingers with hers. For a few moments, they just sat quietly and tried to settle into the moment and into the moments that were ahead of them. 

As they strolled through that room, they each talked about what they liked and which pieces had no effect on them. They walked from there to several other galleries with items from many different periods and places in the world. They spent hours pointing to things of incredible beauty and accomplishment, and they started to see things through the eyes of each other. They touched and they laughed and they felt a bond of trust and friendship and admiration for each other the longer they were together. 

After a couple of hours, he said, "Cher, I am going to guess I am not the only one who is getting a bit tired of standing and walking. What do you say we move on?

"Sounds like a GREAT idea. I wasn't sure how to tell you that I loved this, but I am getting a sore back and sore feet at this point"

They walked out and as they came to the elevator, he said to her, "Were you able to you park up on level 4?

"Yes" she answered.

"Good. Then I think what we'll do is have you follow me out of here and we can leave your car at the next stop if we continue on to other places, but it will get really expensive to leave it in here all day."

"Sounds good. Don't lose me then since I don't know where I'm going"

"Not a problem. I would not think of losing you. I think you're starting to figure that out."

She said nothing but smiled to herself because he was absolutely right.

The cars pulled out of the structure and turned right, heading east. She followed him for about a mile and he turned left onto the Parkway. A couple of miles further and he had his left turn signal on once again. They were turning into the parking lot of a Shopping mall / Hotel / Convention center complex. He pulled down a row that was only a short distance from the convention center entrance and then pulled into a parking space that had an empty one alongside it. She pulled into the other slot and they both stepped out of their cars. 

He walked around his car and stepped close to her as she stood in the open doorway of her own car. "I was thinking it might be nice to have a glass of wine or something next at the hotel bar. It's very nice. What do you think?"

She readily agreed. It was a very logical next step. She certainly could use a drink and liked the thought of just sitting at a table across from him for a little while and talking in a normal tone of voice instead of the whispers in the museum... getting to know him a little better hopefully. It gave her a little longer before she had to face the inevitable moment of truth.

They walked into the building and followed the signs to the hotel bar. He had been right, it had a nice ambiance. They chose a table away from the bar itself so they could talk privately. The place was almost completely empty since it was only 2:30 in the afternoon. The bartender walked over to them and asked to take their order. When he walked back to the bar, they sat in the silence for a moment and just looked at each other. The moment stretched out as each searched the eyes of the other. Both wondered what they were doing here. Neither ever pictured allowing themselves to be in this situation. Each wondered how far the other would allow it to go. Each wondered how far they would allow it to go. Both found that so far everything seemed right about the decision to finally meet and neither was sure how to feel about that. 

After what seemed a very long time, he cleared his throat and asked, "What was your favorite thing this afternoon at the Museum?" 

She was slightly relieved that the tension was broken, but she was not sure she wanted to beat around the bush all afternoon either. She decided to turn the tables on him a little bit and push a button or two. "Well, I liked the Impressionist gallery really a lot. I was mesmerized by that first painting where you had me meet you. I also really liked a few of the American painters from the turn of the century. But my favorite thing of the afternoon was when you took my hand into yours. That was very sweet." With that, she allowed her arms to lie on the table top with her hands more than halfway across the table, palms down, showing a fresh coat of polish in bright red.

He had noticed the polish earlier, of course. He did not mention it, but he knew it was done for him. She did not normally wear any nail polish and this afternoon her hands looked very sensual. He took the cue from her and reached across when she was done speaking and took her hands once again into his from underneath. "I had not seen the polish before I took your hand back in the museum, Cher, but I certainly noticed shortly afterward that I was not the only one who had done some prior preparation for this day. I am touched by the gesture, but you didn't need to do that." 

"You might find another surprising thing or two before the day is over... One never knows"

"You certainly know how to capture my attention. I will be sure to pay full attention!" He laughed softly.

The bartender came back to the table with their drinks. They lifted their glasses, touched them together, then looked into each other's eyes once again over the top of their drinks and said almost in unison: "To us. To today."

They both smiled and their gaze never wavered from the other as they took their first sip after the toast. He looked down and realized that he had never let go of her right hand. Everything just felt so right at that moment. So right and so natural. He mused to himself whether she might be wishing he had let go of the other hand so she could use her right hand. Typical man, he thought. Doing things that work for you and never considering if it is unnatural for the lady. Things like kissing a shorter woman... It must suck to have your neck craned upward like that but they never mention it. Or dancing. They must feel like it is backwards...plus they need to somehow anticipate where you are taking them and they need to get there without falling over... plus holding hands... the guy always puts his hand over the top and forces her to take that more submissive grasp from underneath. The few times he had his hand held the other way; it felt terribly awkward... Did ladies feel that way all the time? Was this another one of those times? Suddenly his train of thought was broken when she spoke.

'What are you looking at? Is something wrong?" 

"No, not at all. I was just getting off on a tangent of thought." He let go of her right hand with his left and feigned using both hands to fix his collar for a moment. When he came back, he took both of her hands and then let go with the left so she could use hr right hand again. She didn't seem to care one way or the other he decided. 

They sat and started talking about many things for a good half-hour or so and had finished their drinks. The bartender came around and asked if they wanted another. He looked across at her and said it was up to her. She said she didn't want another so he passed on it as well. The check was requested and the bartender went to tally it up. While he was away, Cher asked, "Was that OK, or did you want to stay for one more?" 

He replied, "Well, if I decide I want anything else, I did bring a little picnic basket to the room and it has a few things in it."

"Sounds perfect" she said. You really did think of everything didn't you? "

"I hope so, but if I didn't we'll have to try and get along without it. Of course, there is a certain convenience to using a hotel that is attached to a shopping mall." 

"Cher, seriously, there is something I have to say at this juncture. I really did select this place because if you are at all uncomfortable about spending the next few hours behind a closed door with me, I am perfectly OK with just hanging out with you... we can shop or do whatever you want to do... as long as we're together, I'm cool."

Her heart was pounding as she faced the question. She knew that if she stopped and thought about it any longer, she would talk herself out of it. She had already made this decision when she agreed to meet and she made it again when she bought the sexy garments she was wearing underneath her blouse and skirt today. She made it again when she painted her nails this morning and when she gave herself that little spritz of perfume earlier today. She had been teetering during the afternoon a little because she had expected something different; more direct. The fact that he had left her instructions piece by piece on where to meet him had left her very unsure of what would transpire, and where. He surprised her a bit by wanting to spend most of their time together just talking and getting to know her in a way very different than they way she THOUGHT he wanted to get to know her. 

The events of the day were at once very wonderful and very scary. Wonderful because she was prepared to have this afternoon be all about the lust. She had made a deliberate decision to allow herself just this one afternoon of carnal lust outside her marriage and she was not going to have any expectation of anything outside of the purely sexual. Instead he had spent the time he could have been screwing her brains out, getting to know her brain and getting to know her heart a bit more. Scary because now that things went this way, she was starting to care more than she wanted to and she was not sure she wanted to proceed. The stakes had actually gone up by the way that the afternoon had gone thus far. All these things were going through her mind, but she answered quickly.

"Let's be alone."

"OK then. Follow me. The elevators are over this way." He led her down the hall a short way and around a corner. He pushed the 'Up' button and the doors to one of the elevators immediately opened. They stepped inside and turned to face the closing doors. The silence was deafening, but the thing that broke the tension was that when the doors closed, they were the highly polished chrome, which acts as a mirror. They found themselves looking back at themselves and the whole thing had an aura of irony to it that they could only laugh at. By the time the doors opened again on the 26th floor, they had enjoyed a hearty laugh at their own expense and he had put his arm around her and given her a reassuring hug. She nestled her head against his shoulder as he did this, and she could sense his own reassurance at her gesture. 

They walked out of the elevator arm in arm and followed the signs to room 2601. It was all the way at the end of the corridor. He swiped the card in the lock mechanism and the light flashed green. The door opened and he motioned for her to lead the way in. She did so and as she came all the way into the room she was very pleased with what she found. The room was in the corner of the building so there were floor to ceiling windows on two sides of the room. The view was absolutely beautiful. The poster bed was gorgeous and was topped off with a very romantic canopy. On the bedside table was a large spray of fresh cut flowers and an ice bucket that had a bottle of champagne protruding out of it on a perfect tilt. A pair of crystal flutes was alongside. A portable 'boom box' had been placed at one end of the desk in the room and a few CD's were lying alongside it.

"I didn't know what kind of music you liked, so I brought a few different things," He said. "Why don't you do the honors while I pop the champagne?"

"Everything is absolutely lovely. I love it all. Can you get over this incredible view?" she said as she walked over to start looking through the music choices.

"I know. I had to get this room when I saw that view. I checked out several places. I wanted this to be as special as possible"

She found a CD of soft music that she selected. Most of the songs were love songs from the past 15 or 20 years and there were some she really liked so it seemed a perfect choice. She turned it on and then turned to find him walking toward her with a flute of golden bubbles in his hand. He reached the glass to her and she took it from him. He lifted his own and once again they clinked their glasses very lightly together and then locked arms to sip the champagne. 

Naturally they both nearly spilled, as this is trickier than it looks, especially when one is nervous already. But once again the humor of the moment helped ease the tension a little bit. He smiled at her again and then walked over toward the window and pulled the sheers closed on one side of the room, then the other. The room was still filled with plenty of light, but they were no longer visible to anyone who might be looking toward their window. 

He took her hand and led her to the side of the bed. As she stood there, he began to slowly unbutton her blouse. When he finished undoing the final button, he slowly lifted the blouse away from her shoulders and allowed it to slide down her arms. The camisole she was wearing underneath it was breathtaking. He could not take his eyes off of it and how magnificently she filled it out. He reached out and very lightly traced the back of his fingers along the straps and the lace edge, which ran across the top of the garment. His hands then traced their way down to the skirt. He unfastened the clasp and the zipper. He held the top of the skirt in both hands and rather than letting it drop, he slowly slid the skirt down her legs while holding onto the top. This meant his head was making its way down her body and as he reached the floor with the skirt, he was at eye level with a very sexy pair of panties covering an equally sexy pair of pantyhose with the French cut look to them. 

Through all of this, he never spoke and neither did she. However, a low appreciative moan did escape from him and she knew that she had him really turned on at this stage already. They had made a pact beforehand not to speak during the sex. Also, they were not to kiss, and not to have actual intercourse. It was a sort of mixture of an experiment and a Bill Clinton type rationalization of not technically having made love afterwards. 




Happy Birthday Cher



He held the skirt for her as she stepped out of it. That was when he noticed that she had changed her shoes since she had come into the room.. She now was wearing a very sexy strappy sandal with a modest heel and a strap that tied around the ankle. , He could see through the stockings that her toes were painted to match her fingernails. She, of course, knew all about his foot fetish and her choices were perfect. She was as sexy a sight as he could possibly imagine standing there before him. He looked up to her from his squatting position and he gave her an appreciative smile and mouthed a 'Thank you', and 'Beautiful' to her before standing back up to drape her skirt across the back of a chair. 

He took her face into his hands and traced his fingers across it several times, stroking her hair and her cheeks and her ears and then he started to lightly glide his fingers along her neck and her throat, then downward to her shoulders. When his hands came to rest on her shoulders, he pushed her back onto the bed slowly and carefully. The bed was magnificent and she noticed that she was not at all cold. He had apparently turned the heat up in the room so that he could leave her above the sheets without making her uncomfortable. The bed felt luxurious to her, and she really loved looking up at the canopy while she lie there on her back waiting for what was to come. 

He reached over and started positioning her arms with her hands palms up and out to the sides and slightly raised so they fit onto the bed. He helped her lift her legs to the center of the bed. When he could see she was in position, he began by touching his fingertips to her own. He started running his fingers down from the inside tips of her fingers all the way down her wrists, arms, underarms, shoulders and neck before returning to begin the trip again. The touch was impossibly light and the feeling was causing her to shiver a bit as the most sensitive spots were crossed. 

She closed her eyes and just anticipated and relished the touch as it moved on her. She was feeling herself getting very aroused but also nearly tickled by this technique. Each time his hands came down to her underarms and her shoulders, she hoped that his hands would continue down to touch her breasts. She felt herself trying to will his hands to where she needed to feel them. Perhaps he felt her need, perhaps he was just moving on naturally, but just as she was about to grab his hands and lead them, he finally progressed downward in his exploration of her body. His hands slid down and over her ample breasts and he then cupped them both and held them firmly so he could feel their fullness and weight. He began to knead and rub her breasts over the pretty camisole. His hands slid so smoothly over the material and he liked the feel as much as she was enjoying being touched by this man. 

She felt him move his hands down now and along her sides. He kept moving down over her hips and along the sides of her legs all the way to her ankles. He circled under the heels of her shoes and along the bottoms and then up over the sides and along the tops of her feet. He slipped his finger under the straps and rubbed her feet slightly with his fingers as he proceeded up the tops of her feet back towards her ankle. As he reached the ankle, he flattened out his hand to wrap around as far as his rather small hands could reach. He slid the hands slowly up the front of her legs in this manner until he touched the leg openings of her new panties. He slid his hands up under the openings and then circled them outward around her hips and then her derriere as he followed the openings as far as he could without turning her over. 

He kneaded the cheeks of her ass through the pantyhose and started to slide his hands back down her legs from the bottom. He went all the way back down her legs with his trailing fingertips giving just slightly more pressure than the leading edge of his palms. As he reached the ankles, he removed his right hand from her left leg and he used both hands to wrap complete around her right leg. He lifted the leg slightly and sat on the bed and placed her foot on his leg to keep the leg slightly elevated. He then proceeded to slide both hands up the length of her lower leg, massaging her sensuously as he did. When he reached her knee, he bent her leg at the knee, moved forward a bit so that her foot could stay on his leg, and continued massaging her leg with both hands upward to her thigh. 

As he massaged her thigh, his hands grazed the panties ever so lightly. She knew that if she did not have the pantyhose and the satin panties covering her, that she would have been able to feel his touch just then, but this way she could almost not tell for sure. His hands were traveling back down her leg now, and she prayed that he would repeat this with her other leg. Of course, he did just that and as he came up her left leg and approached her thigh, she could feel the juices freely flowing now from her pussy. She wondered if there was any visible wetness that had soaked through both layers yet. She did not worry about it, quite the opposite, she knew how much that turned him on and she figured that if it had happened, it would just make his ravishing of her move forward more urgently. Right now, she wanted that to happen. 

This time, as he circled and massaged her thigh, his touch came all the way up to her pelvis. His hand was millimeters from her pussy as he lingered much longer this time encircling the very top of her leg several times. The slight pressure was just enough to cause her own flesh to move slightly against her clit and she moaned softly as it did. He retreated back down her leg again and the intensity of the massage lessened a little bit as he did. When he reached the bottom, he went back to having each hand on a leg and he came back up the front of her legs with his fingers to the outside and his thumbs tracing their way along the inside of her legs. She had parted her legs as best she could as his hands moved up her legs. He slowed slightly as he reached thigh-high. He continued slowly moving his fingers higher, over the top of her panties when reached them, but he allowed his thumbs to meet dead center between her thighs and he dragged them along the crotch of her panties making a deliberate, firm contact with her in the place she desperately needed him to touch. 

He continued up her body with his hands, but as they came up the camisole, he had looped the bottom of it with the crook of his thumb and he lifted it as his hands came up her body. He kept moving up along her arms and soon the garment was partly covering her face as he was working it off of her. She was moving herself a bit in an effort to help him get the camisole slipped off of the first arm. They were successful and then she shifted to help him with the second arm. Her face was still covered by the half-removed camisole when she felt him touch the arm that they had just finished with. He wrapped something soft around her wrist and then went to slip the camisole the rest of the way off of her. 

She realized immediately that he had her left arm tied up and she was working her mind a million miles an hour to comprehend and react to the development. He freed her head and her right hand from the garment in one swift movement and she was relieved that she could see again. However, he did not let go of her right arm as he slid it free of the camisole. Rather, he held it for a moment and wrapped the same soft item around this wrist as he had done on the other. She looked with a bit of panic to see that he had used what looked like a pair of felt and fur-lined cuffs on her that attached to themselves with Velcro. These were tethered to the posts on the bed and although she had a fair amount of movement, she was definitely unable to completely escape.

She looked at him and he took her face into both of his hands and he mouthed the words "Trust Me" to her as he looked directly into her eyes. She gave him a look that let him know that she was making a giant leap of faith and that if he did anything to betray that trust, things would go very badly for him when this was over. It was a needless threat. He had only her best interests at heart and would never do anything that crossed the line with her, especially when she was in a vulnerable situation like this.

He moved down to the end of the bed and he picked up her foot once again. This time he kissed her feet a little bit while still in the shoe as he worked the ankle tie with his fingers. After he had managed to untie the sandal, he lifted it off of her foot and he kissed her foot a few times before lifting the other foot to repeat the process. After he set the second foot back on the bed, he started kissing his way up along her legs, alternating between them as he moved up. When he got to the top of her legs, he continued up and kissed her stomach and her ribs and then he kissed around the edges of each breast and upward to her shoulders. He moved in to her neck and he assaulted her neck with a barrage of hard, passionate kisses and light nibbling. He slowly moved his kisses downward and came to her breasts. She was pulling hard against her restraints as he worked his lips and his tongue over her nipples. He cupped each breast as he worked it and he watched the passion on her face as he devoured her breasts while she could only watch and strain to free her arms so she could wrap him up closely to her and drive his face into her completely. 

He moved his kisses downward further and when he reached the panty line, he moved across it, kissing her repeatedly, each time just an inch or so to the left or the right of the kiss before. After a few minutes, he reached out and slid the panties down her legs. As he pulled them off of her, he held them up so that both she and he could see the very prominent wet spot that had formed in the crotch. The panties were a pretty color of red, but where her juices had soaked through, they had become a dark garnet shade. He smiled and he lifted them to his face. He took in the aroma for an instant and then he darted his tongue out so that she could see him touch it to the fabric and taste her on it. 

The low moan that escaped his lips told her how much he was enjoying this. He set the panties aside and then turned to the bed to check out what was beneath them. He looked at the pantyhose and he absolutely loved what he saw. She had become so wet, that not only was the panty area soaked though, but a little of the adjacent area actually glistened as the moisture was flowing outward and down her legs. He started working the pantyhose off of her, sort of rolling and pulling as well as he could under the somewhat clumsy circumstances. After all, she was able to lift her butt a bit to help him, but she was very limited to how far she could move around with her arms still restrained. He managed to work the hose completely off of her in a couple of minutes and then stood back to just admire and relish the picture of her lying now completely exposed to him in all of her glory.

As he came back to the bed, she expected him to get back to bathing her body in kisses, now that the rest of the barriers had been removed between his lips and her skin. Instead, he started rubbing her foot. The feeling of having the foot rubbed was heavenly, she had to admit. In fact, it felt so relaxing that she didn't mind the interruption of her progress toward the climax she had been building to a few minutes before. As she closed her eyes and gave herself over to the wonderful sensations of having her foot massaged, he stealthily encircled her ankle in another felt cuff. He was already wrapping the second one before she fully realized what he had just done to the first. 

He continued with massaging the second foot, but of course, she was consumed with the thought that she was now completely restrained, both hands and feet. The cuffs on her feet were attached to some sort of bar, which had a large loop in the center and that, in turn was tied to the center of the footboard of the bed. She started to protest, but he looked up at her and touched his finger to his lips to remind her of the pact. She decided not to say anything just yet, but to go along for now and at least enjoy the foot massage and find out what comes next.

She did not need to wait long. Soon after he finished working her soles and toes and the balls of her feet, he came around to the side of the bed and he reached underneath it. He reappeared with what looked like a very large makeup brush. It had that very soft look to it, but it was several times larger than any brush of the type she had ever seen. "No, don't" she said, breaking the pact with the words.

"Shhh", was all he said in reply. He moved toward her torturously slowly and touched the brush to her forehead. He started to brush her cheeks, her eyelids, her lips, and then down to her chin and jaw line. He continued lightly working the brush down her neck and then outward across her shoulders. The sensation was very unusual and she was being driven nearly insane by the complete lack of control over the sensations she was being subjected to, but so far it did not exactly tickle and she was very grateful for that. 

As he came around the shoulder and back up the underside of her arms, things changed drastically. Now the feeling was both profoundly erotic and extremely ticklish. She did not know which sensation was more powerful or which to try and focus on, but the ticklish was beginning to win out. She writhed and struggled to try and break her arms free, but she was going nowhere. She said to him "Please stop, I can't stand this, it is too much". He only replied with a smile and a "Shhh". She finished with "I will say just one last thing. Payback is a bitch and you'd better remember that!". 

"I am counting on it," was the reply.

The brush came back down her arms and she nearly screamed as it passed under her armpits on its way to her breasts. He painted the breasts in ever-smaller circles and he watched as she twisted up her face in hysterical laughter from the tickle torture. There were times he had to back off a little bit to allow her to catch her breath, and each time she shook her head and whimpered "No" as he started up again. She nearly went insane the first time he touched the brush to her nipples. He spent a good deal of time experimenting with varying pressure and techniques there. When he had finished there, he continued down her body tickling her ribs and her stomach and then her legs with the brush. 

He came back up and lightly brushed all around the pubic area, but stayed away from any direct touch of her clitoris. He played a bit with the backs of her knees as they were another hot spot and eventually he made it all the way down her legs and even brushed across the tops of her feet. He got off the bad and came around the back and stood facing her as he brought the brush into a very light contact with the very tip-tops of her toes. She had a look of extreme concern on her face as he eyed up the soles of her feet with that brush in his hand. This has already been so extreme, but she honestly wasn't sure she could stand this on her feet. 

He looked at her and he turned the handle of the brush so that the bristles disappeared up inside of it. She was so relieved that he was going to spare her. 

That was when she saw him turn the brush over in his hand and hold up the other end. The smooth metal handle of the brush was quite long. Although it was wide enough at the brush end to allow the brush to be stored inside; it tapered off to a rather fine point at the top. It was no less pointed that a ballpoint pen or a rat tail comb on that end. To her horror, she realized that he was not stopping, but merely changing his tool for her feet.

He proceeded to use the pointed handle to "draw" on the soles of her feet and she completely lost it. She was laughing uncontrollably and was unable to speak. She pulled on the restraints so hard that she thought that surely she would break the headboard. She simply could not budge from her predicament. He moved up and down the length of each sole many times. He would draw on the heels to allow her some level of respite and then move back to the center of her sole or across the balls to drive her right back over the edge. This went on despite her breathless pleas for probably a good ten minutes or more. At last, he seemed to be putting the weapon away for good. 

She came slowly down to earth a bit and was able to catch her breath. Her sense of touch, on the other hand, was still on total overload. Her body was quaking with little adrenaline induced tremors. She knew if he touched her anywhere right now, the sensations would be too intense to even enjoy. 

She watched as he picked up the small bag she had carried with her when she came in. This is the bad she used to smuggle in the sandals. He had a hunch there was at least one other thing hiding in there. She was about to admonish him, but he found it and brought it out before she could say a word. He held her vibrator up as he set the bag back down. She was beyond feeling embarrassed or shy about his knowing it would be in there. She was completely out of fight at this point and ready for whatever he was about to do next. She desperately hoped it would lead to an orgasm, however, because she was teased and denied long enough.

He turned the base and the vibrator started to hum in his hand. He smiled and reached down with it and touched it to her cheek. She shivered as he did that. He lifted it off and then touched it to her in several other places around her body. He traced her palm with it and slid it down the insides of her arms, he touched her torso in many places and he watched as her reactions gradually became less jerky in the post-ticklish phase, and began to be more normal. He walked down to the foot of the bed once again and looked as though he was going to start assaulting her soles with the vibrating toy now, and she knew that would set her off again. Instead, he lifted the bar that her ankles were strapped to and he grabbed it in both hands. 

It was then that she noticed that the chrome bar had some holes along its length. He pulled the bars outward and the bar opened wider, and her legs along with it. A button ratcheted along the holes and kept the bar from being shortened again unless someone pressed the button in. He now had her feet spread apart fairly wide. He was not causing her to stretch or have any discomfort, but she was splayed out spread eagle and he had complete, unfettered access to her. That was for sure.

He set the bar back on the bed and picked up the vibrator once again. He touched it to the inside of her left knee and he slowly, but very deliberately guided it along the inside of her thigh. He was looking at her pussy as he approached it and it appeared as if the outer lips of her pussy had completely opened themselves up and exposed her clitoris and the inner lips in an effort to pull the nearest object inside. He swore he could actually see it pulsing and contracting as he approached with the vibrating shaft. As the object finally made its first contact with it's target, she immediately started to climax and let out a long, loud cry of release. "Ohhhhhh, Ahhhhhh, Uuhhhhhh, Mmmmm, God, thank god, oh my god, its about time, mmmmmmmmmmm, Uhhhhhhhhhh, Oh my god, Ahhhhhh, yesss..." It went on for over a minute and he watched her face the entire time. It was a beautiful and amazing thing to see the intense pleasure and release. It was so erotic that he was sure he was going to climax himself just from watching her. 

He never backed off, but rather he kept the vibrator in contact with her pussy, moving on and off of her clit to give a slight relief, but never losing all contact. After a few minutes, he tipped the shaft down and he gave a very slight upward push. The tip of the dildo immediately disappeared inside of her and her pussy muscles started to work the rest of the length inside of her without his having to give the slightest push. She just continued to contract the muscles around it and suck it up inside of herself as he watched in awe. He held the very end of it to help keep the best angle for her since she could not use her own hands, but that was all. He marveled as she continued to have one long, explosive orgasm after another... never releasing her clutch of that shaft. He watched as the juices literally poured out around the sides of the vibrator. He caught as much of the sweetness in his hands as he could and he brought his hands to his mouth to once again taste her. He licked every drop he could from his fingers as she watched him. The sight of that just caused her to launch into yet another orgasm as she imagined his tongue licking her directly instead of this indirect way. 




Happy Birthday Cher



After he finished licking his hands clean, he reached back down and grabbed the end of the vibrator. He gently started to pull it back out of her an inch or so, and the worked it back in again. He repeated, going a bit further this time. He kept doing this until he was pumping most of the length of the silicone cock in and out of her at a furious pace. She thought she had finished climaxing for the day about 2 orgasms before he even started licking his fingers, but now that he was fucking her madly with this cock as she lie helplessly splayed before him, she felt the mother of all climaxes building inside of her. She was afraid he might slow down soon so she decided to let him know that his work was having the desired effect. "Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh" she started to pant as the cock fucked away at her over and over. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, here it comes, don't stop, don't stop, don't stop... Oh yes... FUCK ME, FUCK ME, FUCK ME WITH THAT THING, FUCK ME HARDER, OH... Myyy... Godddd... Keep going..."

The thrashing and the screaming before him was now not only unlike anything he had ever seen before, it was beyond the intensity of anything he had ever heard of before and beyond anything he though a person was capable of. He just knew that he had to keep thrusting that dildo as hard and fast as he could until she started to back off. The orgasm went on for several minutes. She screamed for him not to stop the entire time. At one point he literally saw juice come flying out of her pussy looking very much like a man ejaculating. She actually squirted it so far that his arm had drops halfway to his elbow. Eventually, the screams died down to a whimper and she was biting and licking at her lips instead of crying for him to keep going. He slowed down in accordance with her descending pace and eventually he slipped the vibrator out of her. 

He immediately moved to release her from the ankle and wrist restraints so she would not stiffen up and so she could get comfortable again. She rolled into a fetal position as soon as she was released and she just lie there trembling for a long time. She kept her eyes closed and just sort of hummed quietly to herself. 

He covered her with a light blanket. As she recovered on the bed, he just sat alongside her and stayed silent until she was ready to speak. He touched her shoulder over the blanket a time or two just to let her know he was there with and for her. 

At least 5 or 10 minutes passed. She reached a hand out from under the blanket and touched his hand and pulled it to her lips. She could smell her juices on his hand as she kissed it and smiled up at him.

"Happy Birthday" he said to her, finally speaking.

"Thanks" she said. 

She began to sit up in the bed and the look in her eyes went from the dream-like state they had been in since she opened them a few moments before, to a look of fire and mischief. "I hope you are not hungry, because you won't be leaving here for a LONG time, lover. I told you payback is hell and you are about to find out just how bad it can get! From this moment on, you are not to so much as question, much less resist, anything I tell or motion for you to do. ... From now on, we are playing by MY rules! 

(to be continued?)