0 comments/ 126984 views/ 5 favorites Birthday Party By: Karen S This isn't a long story and certain parts of it have been altered, including the name of my friend, but it's basically true although I can hardly believe it myself as I tell it to you. It was my husband, Paul's, birthday and, although not a significant number was celebrated in our normal manner, dinner out and then on to a quiet little bar for a few drinks. We went into our local town to a restaurant we had used before which was as good on this occasion as it always had been. As an aside, although it has little bearing on what happened, I dressed, or rather undressed for the occasion, wearing a light summer dress with nothing, (and I do mean nothing), underneath. It is a fetish of Paul's that I sometimes wear no bra or pants when we go out and, as it was a celebration, I indulged him to the full. The dress was long but very light, with thin straps over my bare shoulders so that there could be no doubt that I was bra-less. Little white buttons held it together at the front, buttons who I had undone to mid thigh so that it fell open to reveal my tanned legs when I walked or sat down. But as I say, apart from making me feel really sexy and uninhibited, my dress sense isn't really what this is all about. The place was fairly busy so we had to sit on the high stools next to the bar which caused me some trouble as my dress stubbornly wanted to fall open to crotch level, encouraged by Paul insisting I undo just one more button. Anyway, after a bit of careful arrangement, I remained decent, but the bottle of wine we had already consumed and the chasers we were following it with were gradually making me carefree anyway. The barman was quietly trying to see down the front of my dress, much to Paul's satisfaction, especially when I gave in and leant forward to get something out of my bag so that he was given a complete view of my tits as my top fell away from my body. For his part, Paul was eyeing the talent up as usual, when he tapped my knee and pointed out a friend of ours, Eva, who was with a three or four other women at a table in the corner of the room. She looked as merry as we were and it wasn't long before she spied us and, with a smile and a wave, excused herself from her friends and came across to talk to us. Now I should explain that Eva is very attractive, blonde and petite with a lovely figure and exuberant personality to match and she threw her arms round each of us in turn as she reached the bar. She was dressed in tight jeans and a strappy top and looked as ravishing as she had always been. We asked each other how things were and what we had been up to, and had been talking for about ten minutes I suppose when her friends came over and said they were calling it a night. They were just some of the girls that worked in the office with Eva and they'd been out for a few drinks to celebrate one of their number's promotion. Eva said she would stay on with us for a while as she hadn't seen us for some months, and anyway Paul had bought us all another drink. The evening wore on and the barstool was getting uncomfortable with so little between it and my bum, so eventually we decided to call it a night too and go home. Of course none of us were fit to drive but we decided from the start that we would get a taxi back and, with Eva's friends gone and her lift with them, she said she would share the cab with us. Anyway the taxi duly arrived at our front door and, as we were still finding things to talk about, Eva accepted our invitation in for a cup of coffee and some more wine. By this time we were all getting fairly drunk and Eva was doing her old routine of flirting with my husband, more so when she found out it was his birthday. He was lapping it up of course and pouring it on himself as well with comments like 'we were the only two girls he wanted at his party' etc. "Well if we're having a party then we've got to have party games," Eva said loudly. (Believe me, the noise and laughter were not proportionate to the three people at 'the party'.) "What does birthday boy want to play?" she went on. Without a moment's hesitation he reached into the draw in the coffee table and pulled out a pack of cards. "Strip poker!" he shouted. "Nooo!," we chorused back. "We can't play poker" "All the better then, but ok, you choose" he persisted, shuffling the cards. "What about that game we used to play on when we went away for the weekend with you and Ewan? And what's more where is Ewan?" he said looking round the room as though the man in question had been there but had just left for a moment. (Ewan was Eva's long suffering husband who's ideal evening was a night in front of the TV, which is exactly what he was doing that evening too. What a fool with a lovely wife like Eva!). "Ok, you're on," we said together, although at this moment I suddenly became acutely aware that, even including shoes, I was wearing exactly three items of clothing. Now you realise why my lack of underwear was significant. To underline this Paul looked at me with a knowing smile and said, "I deal and jewellery doesn't count," and looked pointedly at the buttons on my dress. The game started noisily and I could almost detect Paul's anticipation and excitement at what he hoped would come. He's good at cards too so after no more than four hands, Eva and I had both lost our shoes and Paul was still fully clothed. From now on I'll describe events hand by hand. Paul had lost the deal and with it the fifth round and made a great show of unbuttoning his shirt and slipping it off like a male stripper to the applause and laughter of Eva. I was also getting really excited but also more than a little nervous as only one lost game separated me from complete nudity – if I dared go through with it. "How far are we going?" I said, hoping I sounded brave, as Eva dealt the sixth hand. "All the way", they both cried together and, added Eva, leaning over and putting her arm around me seductively, "I hope you've got plenty on under that dress," knowing full well that at least I wasn't wearing a bra, "because my pants are almost non-existent." If only she could have known! It was funny but now I almost wanted to lose and have to reveal myself. Big deal you might think, for after all the other two players were my husband and my best friend, who was a woman anyway. But that wasn't the point. The thought of being naked when they were dressed was exciting and erotic and I had the feeling that this game was becoming much more than about playing cards. This time it was Eva who lost and not to be outdone she put on an even more sensuous stripper act as she slipped off her top and stood with her arms in the air to reveal a lacy white bra. Drunk or not this was getting very serious and the sexual tension was almost tangible as I read Paul's mind. - The next hand might result in him getting to see Eva in just her bra and pants, or me completely naked. The next one after that and he might get to see Eva's tits, and the next one….? Of course the inevitable happened: I lost. Paul sat back in his chair grinning from ear to ear knowing I had nothing beneath my dress, while Eva clapped her hands and laughed. I put my head in my hands and feigned despair but Eva got up and pulled me to my feet and pushed me into the centre of the room. My heart was thumping as I slowly unbuttoned the dress from the top, first revealing my naked breasts as I leant over to reach the lower buttons. "That'll teach you never to go out without your bra on," Eva laughed, rolling back in her chair. I finished undoing the buttons; holding the dress together with my hands but letting it slip to my waist to completely show my breasts. How aroused I had become was no secret now, as my nipples were dark and erect. Both Paul and Eva went silent as they detected how turned on I was becoming but even Paul didn't fully expect what was to come as I stood in front of them and gradually lowered my dress to the floor in as sensuous a manner as possible. You see, as a birthday treat I had fulfilled a long-standing dream of his and completely shaved my pussy. I dropped the dress from my hands and looked at their faces. "What do you think?" I said bending one knee demurely and putting my hands on my hips in an exaggerated model's pose. I could see that they were both stunned, Eva on realising that I had been naked under my dress all night and Paul because not one blonde pubic hair remained on my now obviously moist cunt. I broke the silence and knelt on the floor beside the table in a vain effort to conceal my aroused state. "Come on, you're not getting away with this," I said picking up the cards, but they must both have seen the moisture which I could feel welling up between my thighs. "Who's going to be next to lose their clothes?" "Ah but what happens if you lose again?" Eva said, recovering her wits. "We'll have to think of a forfeit," Paul said "Yesss!" hissed Eva and almost grabbed the cards across off the table as I dealt. They both leaned forward with renewed anticipation and once again the birthday star got away with it; Eva lost this time. It was our turn now to clap and laugh but she never hesitated as a she slipped off her jeans and stood in front of us in nothing but a lacy white thong that matched her bra. Paul was nearly bursting out of his trousers by this time and he kept moving about to relieve the enormous erection that he quite evidently had. I was desperate for him to lose and take his clothes off, but for all his bravado I was sure he would chicken out in front of the now nearly naked Eva. But he of course he didn't lose; Eva did again. This time she made an even great show of stripping, holding her bra in place with a hand cupping each breast after undoing the catch, then with a flourish, throwing her arms up in the air with a shriek to reveal her breasts completely. They were gorgeous; Paul couldn't take his eyes off them as they jiggled and swayed slightly with her excited movements. And it was clear that she was VERY excited too as her nipples stood out like two hard thimbles. Things were getting to fever pitch now and I could smell the warm, musky aroma of my own sexual arousal that even my perfume couldn't conceal. "He's got to lose soon," Eva said in my ear, leaning over so that her naked thigh was against my shoulder. We had almost forgotten the rules by this time and had no idea whose deal it was so I picked the cards up and threw them round the table, keeping my arms high and allowing my breasts to sway in front of the other two as I did so. I didn't know quite what I wanted to happen really. Paul's threat of a forfeit had put an excited knot in my stomach as I knew that he was fairly drunk and very excited, enough of both to demand something outrageous, and I knew I would probably do whatever he asked. For one delicious moment I thought the time had come and I had lost again, but once more it was Eva who had the losing hand. Paul threw his fist in the air in triumph and demanded the removal of Eva's pants. He couldn't believe his luck; he was going to get to see the lovely Eva as naked as his wife already was. But Eva rose to the challenge and thought she saw a way to stop him winning so easily; she never did like to lose. "You said the next hand was forfeits," she cried and crossed her hands theatrically across the small, lacy, white triangle that was the only thing that stood between her and exposing her womanly charms to a man who was so obviously desperate to see them. I could see he was about to argue but he then also saw the possibilities of the situation. "Ok," he said with a lascivious grin, "a forfeit it is, and I get to choose. You've got to passionately kiss the person on your left." Now whether he genuinely got his left and right mixed up or did it on purpose, I don't know. I'm sure he wouldn't have passed a chance to snog Eva and get to feel her tits in the process, but I was the person on Eva's left not him. It took a moment for this to sink in but when it did Eva and I doubled up with laughter. Paul sank back in his chair with a groan, his chance of getting Eva naked gone without even the consolation prize of a French Kiss and a furtive grope, but things were about to outstrip his, and my, wildest dreams. "Come on," Eva said pulling me to my feet, "forfeit time," and she put her arms over my shoulders and touched her lips to mine. It was a strange feeling kissing another woman who was as nearly as naked as I was, and after tentative peck we stepped apart a little. We had both been conscious of our naked breasts brushing against each other and I was a bit surprised at how pleasant I had found it. Paul started to say that the kiss was supposed to be passionate but he needn't have bothered for we put our arms round each other and kissed again. Eva gently parted my lips with hers and I felt the tip of her tongue enter my mouth. It was nothing like a man's kiss but was much more subtle and gentle. Her mouth was smaller and softer yet she demanded a response and I submitted. We opened our lips wider and explored each other more deeply with our tongues, teasing and playing with each other. At the same time we pressed our bodies together from the hard, aroused tips of our nipples, down our flat smooth bellies to the firm roundness of our womanhood. I was conscious of Paul getting up and standing behind Eva, then I felt his hands brush against our hips and the thin material of her thong slipping down past her thighs. He was stripping her anyway and I felt her step back a little and kick them from round her ankles even though she never took her lips from mine. Then she pressed herself back against me and I felt the soft curls of her pubic hair against the ultra sensitive skin of my own smooth pussy. We ended the kiss and stepped back a little as Paul ran his hands over our bodies. He slipped his hands between my thighs and I parted them to allow him full access. Then he turned his hand round and touched Eva's most intimate region and she in turn parted her thighs a little and I could tell he was slipping his fingers inside her. Then he glided them back up to her firm, round tits and then back down again; his hands left no part of either of us unexplored. By this time I had lost control and so had Eva. She sank to her knees so that her face was level with my breasts and took one of my erect nipples between her lips and gently sucked it until I thought it would burst. I closed my eyes and concentrated all my senses on that one swollen tit and the wonderful things she was doing to it. Then I felt Paul come up behind me. I could feel that he was naked as well now and his prick was ramrod hard against my back. His hands came round and cupped my breasts, lifting them so that he was supporting them for Eva's pleasure. He gently removed the one she was still sucking from between her lips and offered the other one to her, which she accepted with equal willingness. Then she gave this one up too and slowly kissed her way down my belly until her mouth brushed the firm round mound of my smooth pubis. I looked down at her face and saw her inhale deeply, taking in the damp, musky sexual odour that was escaping from between my legs. She took my hands and lay down on the carpet, pulling me down with her before resuming her exploration of my body. I looked up to see where my husband was. He was lying back in one of the chairs watching us intently, following every move of Eva's tongue over my body and slowly stroking his prick. He was wanking as he watched us, as though at a sex show. I felt wanton. I wanted to do something really outrageous to please him so I gently pushed Eva on to her back and turned round so that we were in the 69 position with me on top. Still stroking the length of his huge erection, he sat forward in his seat so that he could see me lower my face to Eva's cunt and run the tip of my tongue along the length of her vaginal lips. Eva groaned deeply with pleasure and I felt her raise her head to repay me in kind. My pussy was super sensitive without the protection of my pubic hair and Eva's tongue had a devastating affect. She ran the tip of it from my lower belly, along the length of the wet, swollen lips to the curve of my buttocks which she held in her hands, before retracing the line of wetness she had created and inserting it deeply into my vagina. Paul had performed oral sex on me on many occasions, it's something I particularly enjoy, but it was nothing like the exquisite sensation of a another woman's tongue and I couldn't have stopped myself cumming even if I had wanted to. I had the most intense orgasm I had ever experienced and Eva pressed her face in to my dripping cunt and actually sucked the wetness out of me as the spasms wracked my body. She was an expert. I had lost track of everything by this time and am almost ashamed to say that I had forgotten my husband, so immersed was I in my own pleasure. It was only when I felt his hands gripping my waist and raising me away from Eva's lips that I became aware of him and realised what he was going to do. I was now on my knees, doggy style, my face still close to Eva's perfumed pussy, with Paul kneeling behind me and straddling Eva's face. He was going to fuck me from behind with Eva watching from below us just six inches away. His prick seemed bigger than I had ever felt it but I was so wet after Eva's attentions that it slipped smoothly in for the whole of it's swollen length. I let out a deep contented sigh before Eva put her hands on my head and forced my face back against her cunt. I was in ecstasy and experiencing what seemed like one long orgasm, but I wanted to please and satisfy her as much as she had me. I had never made love to a woman before, I don't know if Eva had. Licking a girls vagina is just something I had never even contemplated before but I wanted to do it now as expertly as she had done it to me. I explored every crevice with the tip of my own tongue, tasting the subtle flavour of her cunt before seeking out her clitoris and teasing it until she screamed with the unbearable pleasure of it. As she did so Paul shafted me with increasing force, bringing on yet another orgasm in me. Then he pushed it in as far as it would possibly go, further into my belly than he had ever been, and stopped moving. I heard him tell Eva to lick him as he was on the point of shooting his load and wanted her to bring him off by licking his balls. I pulled my lips away from between her thighs and looked back between my own legs, and sure enough she was doing as he asked, running her tongue through the hair on his balls, back round behind them to that ultra sensitive spot that any man will tell you lies behind them. I could feel his prick harden and swell even more before he eventually burst inside me and both Eva and I felt the massive pulsing spasm of his orgasm, me through my swollen, wet pussy and her through her tongue which was now pressed up against the point where his shaft disappeared inside me, further stimulating my exposed clitoris with the tip of her tongue at the very moment Paul was ejaculating deep inside me. After he had spent himself inside me we remained in the same position for a few moments until we collapsed on the floor together exhausted. Paul and I lay either side of Eva, our faces level with her pubic hair, which was now wet and matted. Eva was lying on her back; still moaning with pleasure as Paul smiled gave me a disbelieving smile across her body. We'd just had a threesome – we'd had sex with another woman. He had watched me give her oral sex. I don't think either of us could quite believe what we had done. Maybe we should have felt embarrassed or ashamed but I know I didn't and I could tell by the look in his eyes that he didn't either. And to prove it he leant across her smooth tanned stomach and kissed me long and deeply, obviously enjoying the taste and perfume of Eva's sex second hand from my lips. Birthday Party My car crunched to a halt on the gravelled driveway, and I turned off the purring engine. As I opened the door, I was confronted by my grandmother at the entrance to the grand house before me. "I'm so glad to see you!" she cried, running towards me. "Everyone's here already, you're the last." I didn't even want to be there, but I felt I had to. You see, my grandmother is a rich woman, inheriting my grandfather's wealth, and not being poor herself, she was able to afford a huge mansion on this grand estate. It was her 75th birthday, and she had invited some guests for a party. I was led inside. I knew almost everyone there. My parents, my uncle, aunts, cousins, great uncles, lots of people. There were only a few people I didn't know. They seemed to be related as well. There was an old lady, about the same age as my grandmother, and a middle-aged man and woman. I was told that the woman was a good friend of my grandmothers, and the man and lady were her daughter and son. They apparently also had a daughter, but she was nowhere to be seen. Soon, the dinner tables were set and we were led into the great hall, a large feast lay out before us. Now, you've probably seen these sorts of things in movies, but this really was a feast. I took my place next to my parents and looked over. The man and woman sat there, an empty seat next to them. I shrugged. Must be the daughter's, I thought. We began to eat. Not long after we had started though, I saw something that took my breath away. A young woman walked into the room, about 20. She was about 5'10", with long legs and shoulder length black hair. Her eyes were blue, and she had large, voluptuous breasts, about 34d by my reckoning. She was dressed in a loose, black gown that meant I couldn't get a proper look, but she seemed slim, and I couldn't believe how hot she was. She promptly sat down on he chair opposite me, and gave me a quick smile, revealing her perfect teeth, before turning to her mother. Maybe this evening wasn't going to be so boring after all, I thought. I spent most of the meal engaging in conversation with the people around me, and risking quick glances at the girl on the opposite side of the table. Soon, the meal was over, and we proceeded to the hall for a dance. Now, I'm not much of a dancer, but I enjoy watching other people dance, so I sat and drank some of the punch. I was engrossed in the fluid movements of the current dancers when I felt a hand on my shoulder. I looked up to see a perfect, flawless face looking down at me. It was the girl. "Hello there," she said, smiling. "You look lonely, mind if I join you?" "Not at all," I replied, infatuated. "Thanks," she chirped, sitting down. We began to converse on many different subjects. I found out her name was Sara, and she was 21. She had been dragged here by her parents, like me, and was very bored. She danced, however. "Do you want to dance?" she asked me. "No thanks," I replied. "I don't dance very well." "Never mind," she said, grabbing me by the hand. "You'll enjoy it anyway." I was unwillingly dragged on to the dance floor, and she began to sway rhythmically. Before long I had picked up the tempo of the dance, and wasn't doing that badly. Then, she started to really turn me on. I don't know if she meant to do it, but if she did, it was working a treat. First, she tossed her long hair back over her shoulders and closed her eyes. She let out a slight moan, and I couldn't help but think that I wanted to make her moan. Also, she began to move closer to me as the beat of the dance slowed down. This was not out of the ordinary, as the other couples were doing it too, but I really enjoyed it. Then, however, as the other couples remained close and dancing, she pressed herself right against me, her large breasts squashed against my chest. I was lucky that the bouncy material of her gown didn't allow her to feel my huge erection. She moaned again, and then the music stopped. Instantly, she opened her eyes, smiled another of her stunning smiles, and pulled me back to the sitting area. "That was fun, wasn't it?" she asked me, cocking her head slightly. "Yes, I have to admit it. It was rather fun," I answered. The rest of the evening passed with more dances, and every so often she would drag me up and repeat her performance. I eventually started to realise that it wasn't deliberate; it was just the way she danced with me. Soon, the evening started to break up. Some of the older people began to leave, wishing my grandmother farewell. I got up to leave, but then I realised that my parents and everyone else were staying. "What's going on?" I asked. "Oh, sorry, we forgot to tell you," my mother replied. "We're staying here tonight, so that we can get away early to the show tomorrow." Oh yes, the show. We had to go to a flower show with my grandmother. "Don't worry, it's not just us. It'll be a bit more sociable, you're grand mother's friends are staying too." My heart leapt. That meant Sara would also be staying. We all went into the living room after everyone else had left, and began to drink coffee and play cards. People began to go up to their rooms, and before long it was just Sara and I left. We talked for a little while, and then decided to clear up and leave. We walked into the hall and ascended the stairs. When we reached the top, we walked to our rooms, and were shocked to find that they were across the hall from each other. I said goodnight, and began to turn away when I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned around and Sara was looking at me quite shyly. "Em," she said, embaressed. "I need to ask you a question." "OK," I replied hesitantly. "When I was… erm… dancing, did I make any… erm… noises?" "Well you did moan softly, but I ignored it." "Oh god," she whispered. "I'm so sorry. I always do that when I'm enjoying myself, people find it, disturbing." "Oh, I didn't find it disturbing," I comforted. "You didn't?" she replied, slightly more cheerful. "No. In fact, I felt almost pleased. Pleased that I was making you enjoy yourself… so much." She threw her arms around me. "Thankyou!" she cried. I smiled. She pulled her head back and looked deeply into my eyes. Our faces began to move slowly but surely towards each other, until our lips brushed slightly. The kiss then began much more passionate, driving our tongues into each other's mouth. She moaned again, but this time wasn't bothered about it. I reached out and opened the door to her room, and we both stumbled in. I shut the door as quietly as I could. And put my arms around her waist, pulling her closer to me. I reached around the back of her dress, and, sweeping her lovely hair out of the way, found the zipper to her dress. I began to undo it, and the gown began to slide off her. With a rustling sound, it fell to the floor, and she was left standing in her underwear. I had a clear view of her breasts now, and I noticed that they were large, probably about a D-cup. She was slim, however, and beautiful. She pushed me back against the wall and removed my tux, bit by bit, until I was standing before her naked. I picked her up and pushed her onto the bed, slowly making circles on her stomach with my tongue. Her abdomen twitched and rippled. I slowly moved up, and licked her cheek. She moaned and squirmed. I re-initiated the kiss and we assaulted each other's mouths for a few minutes. Eventually, she pushed me off and got up. I was left watching her as she began to dance again, this time far more seductively. She swayed her hips and reached around her back. I heard a clicking sound and she slowly pulled her bra off, allowing me to see her voluptuous breasts. She then climbed back on top of me. I reached up and thumbed her nipples, and she moaned, before I spun her round. I began to lick her again, pausing to suck on her every so often. When I reached a nipple, I would spend ages just circling it, before finally running my tongue gently over it. Eventually, I reached down and slowly removed her panties, kissing her thighs as I went. When I had fully got them off, I threw them across the room. "I think that there is something I ought to tell you," she said. "What?" I asked. "I'm a virgin. More than that, I've never had an orgasm." "Wow," I replied. "You didn't even masturbate?" "No." She shook her head. "Then you need to be shown what you missed out on. I instantly began to kiss her thighs again, and I approached her dripping wet pussy. She began to moan more often now, and when I finally reached her clitoris, she was already almost at orgasm. I sucked on it for a few seconds, and the she screamed quite softly, and came. I continued my licking, sucking routine and soon she had had two more orgasms. She was really enjoying this. "Have you ever had anything enter you before?" I enquired. She looked back at me, gasping with pleasure and shook her head. I thought it was about time she did then, and pushed a finger inside of her. She moaned loudly. I pushed another inside of her, and she moaned even louder. I couldn't fit a third in; she was that tight. I moved the two that were in there in and out rhythmically and began to suck once more on her clitoris. My other hand reached up and began to thumb her right nipple, which also provoked a good response. Before long she had a massive orgasm. I relented and pulled away, climbing back up on to her. She looked up at me with pleading eyes, turning from the sweet girl at the party to a sex lover very quickly. "Please, fuck me," she whispered. Wow, she really is hot, I thought. She reached down and grabbed my cock, giving it a few pumps with her hands; her long nails lightly rubbing the head as they pulled away, now it was my time to moan. I position my head at the entrance to her pussy, and began to push in. She gasped. I slowed, and the renewed my push, getting slightly deeper. I pulled out and attack again, this time I was almost halfway in, my 7-inch member straining. Suddenly, I hit an obstacle. Her hymen. I looked at her. She nodded. I pushed into her a little more and she cried out in pain, some blood trickling onto the sheets. Her cry quickly became one of pleasure, however, as I was now all the way in. I pulled out and began to pump into her. She met my strokes with movements of her hips. I moaned. She moaned. We were both building up to a massive orgasm. I rested my body on my elbows and used my hands to brush away the hair from her face. I kissed her and licked her cheek. She replied with a similar manoeuvre. I felt myself about to climax and began to pump quicker. She also began to move her hips quicker, and by the increasing noise of her moans, I realised she was going to cum soon, too. "I'm gonna cum!" I said, gasping. "Me too, baby, me too," she replied, also out of breath. I pushed myself back up onto my hands, and she began to wriggle and squirm beneath me with the pleasure of it all. Then, I exploded. My cum shot out of my cock, deep into her pussy. Her own juices began to seep past my member as she came too. "Oh go, I'm cumming!" she cried. "Fuck, this feels so good!" I came with her for ages, until we were both dry. I pulled my cock out from her and settled down next to her to sleep. "We'll definitely be doing that again later," she whispered as I fell asleep. Birthday Party During conversations, Cindy had spoken of a fantasy that involved meeting several strangers at a party and then letting them do what they wanted to her. She said she had seen an advert on the internet for a party called "Greedy Girls". It was to be an occasion whereby the ladies could show off a bit and let a few men enjoy them. As it was Cindy's birthday as well and she had yet to receive a birthday treat, we answered the ad and were informed of the time and venue. I let her decide what she wanted to wear; knowing that whatever she picked would look great. She went shopping on the Wednesday and returned later that evening with a bag of goodies. She refused to let me see what she had bought though and told me to wait until the Friday night. Friday night came and Cindy got showered and dressed and put on some make-up. We drove to the house about an hour away and parked up the car nearby. On arrival at the house, our hostess, Emma, met us. She was an attractive brunette about thirty and she wore a tight figure-hugging blue dress. We introduced ourselves and entered. There were four couples there already and a number of younger males, aged between 20-25. The living room was a fair size with a number of three and two seater sofas scattered around. The women were all dressed in a variety of sexy outfits, some quite conservative but some others revealing quite a bit. Cindy took off her black raincoat she was wearing and I saw what she was wearing for the first time. She had bought a new shiny, silver dress that came down to mid thigh and just exposed the lacy tops of white hold-up stockings. It clung to her figure and looked fantastic. She wore a small sparkly pair of shoes. We all introduced ourselves to the others in the room and sat down. After a while Cindy started chatting to a group of three males; Rob, Jamie and Nathan. She sat between them and I could tell the conversation was getting more heated and hornier. She was laughing and giggling and occasionally one of them touched her legs or breasts. She loved the attention, even though a couple of them were quite shy. The other couples in the room were also sitting now in their own small groups. One of the guys dared Cindy to show her stocking tops, which she did. She was quite flushed and I could tell it was turning her on. Her erect nipples could be clearly seen through her thin dress. They openly groped her and Cindy pretended to push them away, laughing. She opened her legs a bit more and then said, "Touch my knickers." She had a tiny pair of black PVC knickers on. Rob placed his hand on her pussy and rubbed the shiny material. "You can all touch me if you want to." The three played with her as she sat back a bit opening her legs a bit more for access. She told Nathan to take her boobs out and let the others see them. He pulled her dress down a fraction and released her neat breasts. Cindy's nipples were hard and poked out. She leaned over and started to kiss Nathan. He took her left breast and played with it. The others took turns to kiss and play with her. One by one she unzipped their stiffening cocks and ran her red painted fingernails up and down the shafts, stroking them into full erections. Cindy looked at me and asked me if they could take her upstairs to one of the bedrooms. Other groups had disappeared to the bedrooms as well. She gave me a stern but playful look, meaning that I had to sit and watch her get pleasured. The three put their cocks away again. "Lets go upstairs then," she said. Cindy went up the stairs first with the men behind her, hitching her dress up a little bit; she exposed her bum, encouraging them even more. Cindy found a bedroom free. There were about five in the house as it was quite large. A large king-size bed was situated in the room, against the back wall with red satin sheets on it. It was tastefully decorated and lit with a few lamps beside the bed itself and on a chest of drawers on the opposite wall. She sat down on the bed and Nathan, Rob and Jamie stood near her as Cindy waited to see what would happen next. Undoing their trousers, the males took out their dicks again and masturbated slowly. Cindy beckoned them forward and lowering her head a bit, took them in her mouth one by one, tasting them as they hardened. One of them held her head and pushed her down onto his cock. Cindy took his full length in her mouth as her lips stretched around the base of his thick tool. She decided to stop before they came too soon and climbed onto the bed and lay on it. Cindy smiled and asked them shyly, who wanted to go first. Jamie removed her little PVC knickers and went down on her, licking her pussy. Cindy moaned slightly and arched her back. Nathan and Rob knelt either side of her head and offered their cocks for her to lick and suck. She nuzzled the bulbous heads and kissed their balls. It really looked as if she was loving every minute of being pampered by these strangers. They swapped over and all licked her soaking pussy, even turning her over and licking her from behind. Her arsehole was exposed and Rob licked her, probing with his tongue. Cindy gripped onto the covers as her treat continued. Nathan rolled her onto her side and made to enter her from behind. Cindy told them to put condoms on but Nathan ignored her and slid into her for the first time. She gasped as he went all the way in and pleaded with him to pull out and put a condom on. He ignored her pleas and pushed into her again. Nathan lifted her leg up and held her open so the others and I could see her taking his prick. She turned her head round and kissed him on the lips as he fucked her. Rob lay in front of her and placed his stiff erection into her mouth and she sucked on it greedily, gripping his bum to get more of him in. The three all took turns to make love to her, holding her down over the bed and fucking her as she begged them to put rubbers on their cocks. They roughly entered her again and again, taking her from behind as she knelt on the bed and sucked one as the other rode her. Jamie played with her tits, rubbing his erection on her swollen nipples, smearing his pre-cum over them. Cindy rubbed her clit as they each took turns to use her. Nathan turned onto her side again and fucked her, pulling out to the tip of his cock and plunging in again. Occasionally he would pull it out and rub the thick head of his cock against the entrance of her arse. Cindy told him not to tease her and said, "You can put in me if you want, just be gentle." Nathan pushed his bell-end against her bum and slid inside her slowly, forcing his whole length up. Cindy breathed in short, sharp breaths as her bum relaxed to accommodate his full length. She told the others to move closer and as Nathan slowly built up a rhythm, she sucked them off, sometimes even managing to take them both in her mouth. Rob lay down in front of Cindy and kissed her, placing his cock inside her pussy. The two moved in rhythm in and out of her, filling both her holes. She kissed them both alternately whilst they played with her boobs. The three changed round and all had a go of my wife as I watched. Cindy was in heaven and it was so sexy. After ten minutes of this, Nathan speeded up and emptied into her tight bum, depositing his cum deep inside her. Jamie quickened and came shortly after Nathan and came in her pussy. Nathan rolled off and Rob climbed onto Cindy and pushed his bursting erection into her bum, pumping her arsehole as Cindy came again and again. She spoke to Rob, telling him how much she wanted his cum in her arse and being a dirty bitch telling them all she wanted to them to take her again and again. Rob came seconds later and jetted hot cum in her bum-hole as she moaned with pleasure. Cindy told the three to go and have a quick wash and clean up and come back through. They returned five minutes later and Cindy ordered the three to stand in front of her and wank. She knelt in front of them and played with her nipples pulling and squeezing them as the three coaxed their cocks back to full hardness. About one minute later they were rock hard again and, she kissed and sucked their dicks, rubbing them over her face and neck, enjoying being the centre of attention again. Occasionally she would lick their balls and wank them slowly, teasing them until the three were near bursting point. Only one was circumcised, and she slid her hand up and down the shafts, pushing their foreskins over the bulging heads. Rob said he was close to coming and Cindy motioned him to come over as the others moved out the way slightly. Wrapping her lips around his head and looking into his eyes, Cindy gripped his prick and massaged it, tugging at his ball-sac until he orgasmed strongly, cumming in her mouth. The others weren't far off and Cindy took Jamie next and did the same with him, swallowing all his spunk. Nathan came quickly and gouts of sperm erupted from his penis, showering her face and neck. Cindy put her red lips over him and caught the last spurts in her mouth. Cindy told me to come over and she took my cock and wanked me slowly, asking me if I had enjoyed watching her with her boyfriends. I told her it had been incredibly horny watching these strangers use my wife like a slut. At that I started to cum and my pent up balls exploded over her tits as she milked the last of my spunk from my balls. Cindy said that she had loved her special treat and hoped it wouldn't be long until she could perform again. Birthday Party The card was simple.... "Happy Birthday Kate. We're having a party and you're the guest of honor. Come to the Marriot Hotel, Suite 23 at 6:30 pm. Dress comfortably."..."P.S. On your birthday..of course." You laughed as you read it. "Will there be cake and a clown?" you asked when you called to thank me for the invitation. "Yeah, I will be there and I will get a cake. Do you want Barbie decorations?" "Smart ass" you laughed. You weren't sure what to expect when you dressed to go that day, but just to be safe, you wore your blue dress. It would look good no matter how casual or formal the party was, you thought. Your husband knew you were going to join some friends. You had invited him to attend, of course, knowing that he wouldn't, and you were now ready to go. You parked near the lobby and found the suite. I opened the door and welcomed you in. The room was decorated with balloons and glitter streams. The bar was stocked with champagne and wine. Food was setup on the breakfast bar. A cake sat at the end of the counter. Everything was ready. You sat down as I prepared a drink for you. "How many people will be here? Who is coming? When will they arrive?" You were full of questions. I laughed at you and said "Relax, I promise this will be a night to remember. That's all you need to know. Trust me." You frowned overly dramatically and said "Now I am really worried". You relaxed more then and took a drink. I sat near you and we talked about Yankees and maple sugar and trees. A few minutes passed and then we heard a knock on the door. I opened the door and three guests came in. Actually they weren't guests, but the entertainment I had arranged for the night, but I told you they were friends of mine and that your usual friends would be here also. They introduced themselves. Ed was about 6' tall and was muscular and had a shaved head and a couple of tatoos. Elle was tall and very muscular, but yet still feminine with flaming red hair. Julie had long curly hair, almost the same length and color as yours. I introduced you and they all gave you hugs and birthday kisses. We sat around and drank and ate little sandwiches and hors d'oeuvres and got comfortable. They were clever and funny and we all enjoyed ourselves. You sat on the couch and I sat next to you. Julie sat on the other side of you and the others found chairs. Time flew by as we drank and relaxed more. Elle and Ed went into the other room together, and in a few minutes we could hear them making passionate sounds. I went to see what was happening and I saw her sitting on his lap as they kissed and felt each other. I came back laughing. You and Julie next crept in to see also and came back whispering and grinning. We sat back down and snickered about them, and we were jealous, I know. Julie was very animated and as she talked and laughed, she would touch your hands or brush your legs as she gestured. It seemed innocent and you weren't upset by it. It was natural then when she was telling a story and after the punch line she hugged you tightly and kissed your cheek as sort of an apology for it being so silly. She left her arm there and when you didn't object, she very carefully slid closer to you when you were facing me. When you turned to her, she smiled at you and looked directly into your eyes. That made you a little uncomfortable and you looked away. I found a good station that played old disco music and we all laughed at my choice. Julie asked me to dance, and I declined. She looked pouty and begged me, but I still refused. She stood up and took your hands and pulled you up and said "OK Mister partypooper, we'll show you how to get down with your own bad self." You were laughing as you danced. I got fresh drinks and then went to the bedroom to make some calls. Actually I watched from the crack in the door as you two danced. After a couple of fast songs, the disc jockey played a slow smooth couple song. You started to sit down but she insisted you dance with her. You were hesitant, but she grabbed you and pulled you to her and led. You put your arms around her neck as her hands held your waist. You slowly circled the floor and I could see by your expression that you were confused and more than a little excited. I could also see that her hands had moved down onto your ass and she was gently feeling your buttocks. Your breasts were against each others, and soon she kissed your neck. You didn't flinch, but only turned slightly. She kissed you again and this time she moved across to your cheek and softly kissed you there. Emboldened by your acceptance, she pulled you tighter against her. You were now dancing with your legs between each others. She squeezed your ass and pulled you tighter against her, then leaned forward again and kissed your lips. I saw your eyes close as you opened your mouth welcoming her. Your head tilted as you pulled her to you too. Your lips crushed together, your tongues played against each other. You held each other tight as you rocked slowly in your embraces. The song was long and you were caught up in this new experience. Her hands felt your ass and carefull lifted your skirt until she could feel your panties. She cupped her hands full of your ass and let the skirt fall back down over her hands. My cock was hard and I was very excited as I watched. I could imagine the condition your pussy must be in. I tried to stay quiet as I watched. You now felt her ass and your kisses were more passionate. The music ended and the station was playing commercials now, but you both stood there feeling and grinding against each other, lips and mouths locked together. I quietly went back in and walked up behind you and pressed my body against your back. I reached around to Julie and pulled her tighter. You were startled at first and started to separate from her, but I held you tight. My hard cock was against your ass. We three stood for a minute. Our bodies tight each against each other. Then she backed up a little and I felt your breasts and began to squeeze them and cup them in my hands. She unbuttoned your top and pulled it open. Your hands reached back to hold my legs as you pushed your ass against my throbbing cock. She looked at your wonderful full breasts and pulled your bra down a little. Her lips sucked at your nipples and she reached around you to unfasten your bra. The cups slipped forward and your breasts spilled out. She immediately began to hungrily suck and kiss and lick them. Her hands were busy feeling and massaging and fondling and playing with your breasts. I reached under your dress and caressed your legs and then moved up toward your stomach. My hands crept up your inner thighs and when I came close to your crotch, I felt you move your legs apart. My fingers reached between your legs and rubbed up against your pussy. My hands were soaked from the wetness dripping out of your panties. Your head was back as she worked on your tits and I worked on your pussy. It was time to lay you down so we could really please you. I removed your dress and panties and bra and led you to the bed and helped you get positioned across the bed, in the middle. Your legs were off the edge. As I knelt down between your legs, you bent them at the knees and rested your feet on my shoulders. I kissed your soaking pussy, covering it completely with my lips. I sucked your cum out and swallowed it. UUMmm, so good. My cock twitched and jumped from the thrill of having your pussy. I was excited more than I could ever imagine, and I was eager to show you how much I wanted you by pleasing you beyond any pleasure you had ever known. I held your lips apart with my fingers as I licked between them and probed inside you. You were very wet and hot. You pushed your hips up to raise your pussy to me. I licked you slowly, savoring your musky taste, being sure to get every drop of your lubrication that I could. Your scent and taste drove me on. I was responding to some primeval urging that told me to eat your pussy. And I did. I sucked your lips dry. I tongue fucked your soft tunnel. I nibbled and sucked and flicked and licked your hard little clit until I know it felt like bursting. It was so swollen and engorged and was dark red. As I held it between my lips, I could feel it throbbing. I eagerly devoted all of my passion to your pussy, seeking to touch your most sensitive areas, and to bring you to the brink of climaxes over and over and then to let you crash through with your orgasms. You thrashed and rolled and heaved against my face and hands as I worked and played with your wonderful pussy. When I finally looked up, I saw that Julie was lying next to you sucking and playing with your breasts. Ed and Elle had come into the room and they were standing at the end of the bed watching. I thought my cock would explode then. As I continued licking and tongue fucking you, I couldn't take my eyes off of you and them. Elle climbed on the bed and she began to fondle and suck your breast near her while Julie played with the other one. Your face was red and your eyes were wide open as we attended to you. They were so hot for you, that they both would take turns and stopped sucking your breasts and moved to your mouth and kissed you with deep tongue kisses. Your arms embraced and held their heads to you everytime. Ed was stroking his cock as he watched. My cock was past stroking. I knew if I touched it then, I would shoot my cum all over the floor beneath me. I didn't need any more stimulation. Soon, the girls leaned over you and kissed. As you watched them, I am certain I felt your juices flowing heavier than before. You were soaking my face. I had to speed up my licking to drink up all that you were leaking. And when they started kissing they moved next to you so that their legs were right against your chest and sides. You reached between their legs and began to explore their pussies. You had never felt another pussy besides yours before that moment, and your fingers eagerly traced along their slits and you cupped your hands under their pussies and felt their protruding lips. You slipped fingers inside and felt around and then you rubbed hard across their vulvas and then probed again inside with two fingers each, curling them so they would pleasure their sensitive interiors. And you were caught up in this moment of wild, uninhibited passion, and pulled your hands back and licked and sucked your fingers dry of their juices and then thrust them back into their hot pussies and scooped up more of their rich nectar. You were insatiable and worked their pussies over frantically. Julie was rocking and moaning as you fingered her, and she broke away from Elle and leaned down to you and kissed you hard. Then she sat up and swung her leg across your chest and leaned forward, placing her open and dripping pussy right over your mouth. You wasted no time raising up and licking her pussy. You kissed her deeply and mimiced everything I had done and was doing to your pussy. She rocked on your face and pushed her hot wet cunt against you and your ate her up. Your hands grabbed her waist and you held her pussy in position so you could treat yourself to her delicious womanness. She moaned and then screamed with joy as you ate her out, and when she calmed down, she moved away and Elle climbed on your face. You were wild at the prospect of another new pussy, and you started sucking and licking hers with abandon. You held her tight against your mouth and drank out her cum and she rode your face, grinding her cunt against you as Julie did. And you made her cum quickly too, and she moved away. You looked down at me, with the most lustful, animal eyes I have ever seen. You were a bitch in heat and need more. You had broken free and were on the hunt now. I stayed with my self-appointed duty and saw you motion for Ed to come to you. He took Elle's place and his hard cock went right to your mouth. You sucked it all the way in in one move and you held him tight in your throat. He began to pump your mouth, his cock ramming in and out with rapid strokes and I watched as your lips stretched around the shaft. The girls were back on your breasts as they watchd you sucking him off. You were so hungry for his cock. You licked and sucked it and gulped air when you could, in efforts to keep his cock in your mouth. He held your head and fucked your mouth hard and fast. You mumbled incoherent words as he worked you over. I saw him stop and push one last time and I saw your cheeks collapsing as you sucked his cum out and drank it. He pulled his cock out and shot the last few loads on your lips and into your open mouth. He gently slapped your face a few times with his cock before he climbed off of you. You lay there with the biggest smile on your face. A look of debauched lust and wanton whoriness. I believe at that moment you would have fucked anything. I had stopped eating you by then and I stood up. You expected me to climb on you and fuck your face too, but I had other plans. I helped you up and had you rest in a chair for a few minutes while I got you a drink. When you were refreshed, I took you to the couch and bent you over the back of it. I pushed your legs apart with my feet, and I placed my cock between your legs. I rubbed your pussy with it and gently slapped it against your vulva and then between your labis. Then when you were getting wet again, I pressed my cock into your slick pussy until my balls were against your ass. I pulled back and began to fuck you deeply, with long smooth strokes in and out, over and over, causing you to breathe faster and to moan and beg for more. Then I speeded up and fucked you faster and faster and harder and harder. My cock slammed into you as hard as I could. I held your hips to brace you as I pounded your pussy. My cock filled you up and I could feel you tight around my cock. And then I slowed down and stopped. I led you around the couch, and called Ed to come over and lie down so you could sit on his cock in my place. Your cunt was stretched and soaking and you easily slid over his cock when you sat down on him. You fucked him in that position for a few minutes. Then I went behind you and pushed you forward so you were lying on him. I massaged your buttocks and teased your asshole and then took lube and worked my finger into your ass. I got more lube and soon had two fingers in you. You looked back to see what I was doing next. I went in front of you and fed you my cock. You sucked it greedily and covered it with saliva. When I was harder, I went back to your ass and pushed my fingers back in you and circled them around slowly, stretching your muscles and relaxing them in preparation. Soon, I was satisfied, and I pressed my cock against your asshole and pushed slowly. Little by little, my cock entered you. I stopped frequently as massaged your muscles to keep you relaxed, and then resumed my pushing until most of my cock was inside you. Your ass was so tight around my cock. I know you felt full with his cock all the way in your cunt and mine deep in your ass. I pulled back and started slowly setting a pace as I stroked in and out. Ed joined me and we both fucked you. You lay flat down on him and allowed us to use you this way. And we fucked you steadily for a few minutes and then we both speeded up and you raised up a little as we tore into you, fucking you harder and harder and harder. We bounced you between us as our cocks plowed into you and reamed and rammed your poor pussy. And after a few frantic minutes, we both pumped our cum into you. Your ass and pussy gaped open when we moved away, and our cum ran out as you lay sprawled on your stomach. They cleaned up and dressed and as they were leaving, they came to you and kissed you and wished you a happy birthday. You were exhausted and could barely say good bye. When they were gone, I helped you up and held you in my arms and kissed your cheeks. You smiled feebly at me and lowered your head onto my shoulder, and leaned against me to rest. I held you like that for about an hour, and then I roused you. You took a shower and got dressed and soon were ready to go home. I took you to the door and held you again and kissed you. "Thank you for the best birthday ever", you said. "It was my pleasure", I replied. "Happy Birthday. I'll see you next month, and, oh yeah, I'll be bringing a couple of my friends too. I want to watch them fuck you". You were very tired, and didn't say another word, but I could see from the little gleam in your eye and your smile that you liked the idea. Birthday Party My friend Paul organized a surprise birthday party for me inviting friends of mine who I thought he didn't know. I think first I'll tell you about how he made the contacts to do it and then about the birthday party itself (which as you probably guessed involved my birthday suit). A few weeks before the party, I was talking to Paul on the phone and mentioned that I had hurt my ankle in a soccer game and that it was swelling. He wanted me to go to the emergency room, but I didn't think it was necessary. Paul's a nurse, and I should have listened to him, but I just wanted to believe that the problem would go away. The next morning I could hardly walk, so my roommate answered the door when it rang really early. To my surprise it was Paul, who'd flown down to take care of me. He looked at my ankle and said, "Girl you're off to the doctor." He called some contacts, got me an appointment, and carried me to his rental car. There are three of us girls in a three bedroom house, and Paul spent his three days with us shocking and entertaining my roommates with his constant nudity. After our return from the doctor he walked naked to our only bathroom to take a shower, and he never wore clothes in the house again. My roommates Cindy and Sandy acted shocked the first few times, making a point of looking away, giggling and telling him he should get dressed, before progressing gradually to watching him without comment and even to openly flirting with him. I know that they totally liked what they saw. Cindy did get naked in front of Paul once, also using a shower as a pretext, but drawing it out for a few minutes, standing and talking to Paul naked. When I came out of the bedroom and saw what was happening, I thought it was pretty funny, but she lost her nerve and got dressed. I had never been that comfortable running around naked in front of my roommates, so most of the time Paul was naked with three clothed ladies, loving every minute. I know because he was even more ferocious than usual in bed. The last night he was there, the three of us were sitting on the couch watching a DVD on the couch while naked Paul played with himself from time to time, nothing consistent which you might call masturbation, but just an occasional stroke, enough to keep him half erect. The film was getting boring and Cindy who was on Paul's right said, "Why don't you just do it Paul? It would be more interesting than this film." He said maybe he would later. Cindy reached over and put her hand on his upper thigh, which Paul pretended to ignore, while Sandy and I watched. Then her hand moved to his balls followed by one upward stroke on his unit before moving back to his thigh. Of course, Paul was now totally erect. Sandy reached across me and wrapped her hand around his erection, looking at me apologetically. I got up with my crutches and told her to go for it, sitting down across from them. Paul can get a hand job from me anytime, but I knew this would be special for him, if the girls had the nerve to go through with it. And they did. They took turns just giving him a little touch on his shaft or balls, teasing him until he told them to please just finish him off. They both worked on him then until he started to tense and breathe hard, eventually producing a huge load, which the girls dutifully cleaned up. So this is how he met my roommates who, I later found out, gave him a visitor list for a surprise party on my birthday. He arrived the afternoon before my birthday, stripped naked, and then proceeded to help my roommates get the place ready for the party. Although none of them would tell me what was going on, it wasn't too hard to figure that they were preparing for guests, and since my birthday was the next day.... On the afternoon of my birthday I was trying to figure out what to wear even though I still hadn't been "officially" told what was going on. Paul said don't bother and showed me the invitations he had sent, entitled birthday (suit) party. At the bottom it said: "Dress code: casual. The birthday girl will be naked." I just gasped. He had sent this to my friends! He and my roomies were expecting me to go through with it! Oh my god! I was already embarrassed and nothing had even happened yet. But I knew I didn't have a prayer. Paul always gets his way because he figures out what I secretly want but am totally too embarrassed to actually initiate myself. Plus he had my roommates on his side. No way I'd get out of this. So that night I stood in the entry way bare-assed naked as one guest after another arrived, since Paul had absolutely insisted that I meet them all at the door. (He had gotten dressed for the occasion.) Most of the girls giggled and seemed a bit shocked and puzzled. A few of the guys looked me over like I was a center fold, and some congratulated me on my daring. Some others were a bit sheepish, not knowing what to say or where to look. It didn't take long for all of them to accept that I was just going to be naked for the whole party. With time, encouragement and a few margaritas, my own embarrassment diminished maybe a little bit. But God! Every encounter with a guest was a new problem. What did they think of me now? What were they going to say about this. How was I going to be able to relate to them? Eventually the party wound down, and people started to leave. Several guys wanted pictures with me, but I refused. It's going to be hard enough to live this down. My roommates both had dates, who stayed, and we all ended up naked in the Jacuzzi. Definitely another story! Birthday Party I am such a good Pet for Master. For His birthday, I propose we find someone suitable to join us. Perhaps just the one session, or maybe longer if we like her. Because He is so pleased at my suggestion, He tells me that I can help pick her out, although He of course will be in charge of the specifics of courting her to our session. I tell Him I would like someone younger than me, a college girl. Preferably one with pale skin and dark hair, in shape but a soft body. We choose one carefully. I like her. She is excited about the prospect, but she won't know all the details until the actual session. I blindfold her when she gets to our predetermined spot, a rented cabin. I tie her to a chair. She was instructed to arrive wearing a white cotton dress, no panties, flat shoes, and a lacy bra of her choice. I restrict her ankles and wrists. Master allows me to do this because He feels she may be more at ease if she can feel my soft breasts sliding over her trembling body, hear my quiet, slow breathing in her ear as she is tied. He is right and is amused to see her lean in and attempt to nuzzle my neck at one point. He steps in at this: "No, you don't get to touch my Pet yet. First we have to discuss the rules." Now that she is properly bound, He removes her blindfold. She is able to really look at us for the first time since arriving. I am wearing black heels, sheer black thigh high stockings, black lace panties and a matching bra, a black collar, and my hair is pulled back into a high ponytail. Master is also dressed in black; corduroy pants, button down shirt. She can't keep her eyes off of Him. It pleases me to see her watch Him so hungrily; He is my Master and worthy of so much worship. He explains to her that I am His Pet, and what a good Pet I am. I have knelt at his side at this point and am enjoying the gentle strokes I am receiving in accompaniment to this speech. He continues by explaining my idea for His birthday: to have someone join us, that we chose her. She looks thrilled. He tells her that there are a few rules if she would like to participate. First, should she choose at any time to stop or leave, she should use the safeword. We would be disappointed if she did, but not half as disappointed as she would be because of what she would miss out on. Second, she would answer only to slave while in the room. Her eyes flicker to my place at His feet and He reads the unasked question in her eyes. "She has earned the position of Pet," Master tells her, fingering the collar at my neck, "Look at her, doesn't she deserve it?" The slave nods. I look up at Master and he nods an affirmation. I get up from my place and walk slowly to her. I lean in and whisper in her ear. "You answer 'Yes, Sir' when Master speaks to you, slave." Punctuated by a long, slow lick starting from her earlobe. "And you will call me ma'am. Do you understand?" "Yes," she whispers. Mmm, I purr quietly and glance at Master over my shoulder. He nods to me again. "Close your mouth," I tell her. And then I smack her across the face; not hard as she is fresh and unused to pain, but enough to get her attention. "What?" I question her again. "Yes, ma'am," she replies. "That is much better," I smile and plant a lingering kiss on her lips before returning to Master. He tells her that His Kitty is going to show her how kind and gracious Master can be if the slave will only listen and obey. And that all pain will be rewarded with pleasure. There is a table across from her. He tells me to lean over it with my feet spread wide and my arms clutching the sides, my chest laid flat and my face turned so I can see the slave. Master brings over the riding crop. He slides my panties to my ankles. He strikes me until my ass is a beautiful bright red. He watches her reaction to my stifled cries. She looks both scared and excited. When Master is finished, He flips me over, being careful not to brush the stinging flesh against the table, so my wet pussy is facing Him. He hooks my feet over each of his shoulders, kneeling, and instructs me to look at the slave. Then He tells her that this is Pet's reward for taking punishment so well. That He is saving His cock for later. I lock eyes with her as I cum on His tongue. He dips His fingers into me and walks over to her. He instructs her to lick them clean. "Doesn't my Pet taste delicious?" "Yes, Sir." I have slipped my panties back up, but the red marks Master has made are still visible; she can't keep her eyes off of them. He tells her it is her turn to play now. He unties her wrists while I kneel at her feet and untie her ankles. She remains seated though, with me at her feet. Master tells her He would like her to experience how good His Pet is, how well He has trained her. He slides her dress up and tells me to lick her until she is close to the edge, but not to let her cum -- yet. I move in between her knees and place my hands on her thighs. "No, Kitty," Master moves my hands and places them behind my back, "I said to lick her, you will use your hands only when you are told to." "Yes, Master," comes the muffled reply from His very good Pet. It doesn't take long before she is arching her back and moving forward into me. "That's enough, Kitty, stand up." When I turn to face Him, Master kisses her wetness from my face as we listen to the slave whimper for more. By now His cock is more than ready, and He is growing weary of waiting for attention. Master tells her to get up from the chair. It takes her a moment to register His command. "Close your mouth," I tell her. And I smack her face. Harder than the first time, she should be learning by now. "Stand up. Master doesn't like to repeat Himself." She gets shakily to her feet, moving so He can take her place in the chair. Master tells her to kneel at His feet. This she does quickly. He tells me to come to His head, to slowly, gently, take out His glorious cock and present it to the slave. I run my hands down his chest and unzip His pants, leaving them buttoned though. I free His sex from the boxers underneath. She looks hungrily at it, inches from her face. "Mmm, Master, she looks so hungry," I purr in His ear. He agrees that she does, and tells her that she can feast on His cock if she would like; otherwise He is sure that His Pet would be more than happy to do the job for her. We both watch as she lowers her mouth onto His waiting length. I kiss His neck and lick His ears as she sucks Him. At one point, I walk around behind her and pull her hair back into a ponytail like mine. "So you can see better, Sir." She doesn't stop worshipping His cock while I do this. We are pleased. He tells me that she is good; that we have much to teach her, but she has potential. I kneel beside her and flick my tongue alongside hers, running up His length and over her lips. Master is ready to fuck someone now. Because it was my suggestion, and He is such a good Master, He asks me if I would like Him to fuck me or the slave first. I can see in His eyes that He would like to try out this new pussy. And I am a very good Pet. "I want to watch you fuck the slave, Sir." He kisses me passionately and tells me what an amazingly good Kitty I am. He tells her to get up on the table, ass on the edge. He moans as he slides into her for the first time. She is young and tight. Master is eager to fuck her hard, but the table is metal and she keeps slipping backwards. I climb up behind her, slide my legs around her, serve as an anchor. From this vantage, I can slip one hand down to her clit and the other up to her neck, tilting her head back so I can kiss her. "Do not let my Pet feel neglected," Master hisses in her ear as He pounds away at her. She is able to slide one hand back towards me and I angle myself so she can reach my sex. We play like this, Master fucking her tight, wet, cunt, she and I strumming each other's clits until we are sopping wet and she has begun to scream. He smacks her with no preamble. "Shut up," He tells her. He pulls out of her. She whimpers her apologies, thinking it was her cries that made Him stop. "That's right, you need to be quiet, do you hear Pet making all that noise? I can't fuck you like this anyways, it's too wet." Master looks at me. I slip off the table and immediately kneel at His feet. I take Him in my mouth and begin cleaning him off, preparing Him to fuck again: His Pet or the slave. "She tastes different than I do," I tell Him. We glance at her, exhausted and a fucking mess, still on the table. "Pet, I think she needs a moment. Would you like my cock now?" "Yes, Master, yes I would." He bends me over the table, similar to when He took the crop to me, right next to her prone form. He fucks me hard. The kind of fuck that leaves His Kitty sore for days afterwards. The slave couldn't take it, but this is what He trains His Pet for. The slave is fun, but this is really what He needs. He feels me ripple and clench over His cock before He hears me thank Him and smacks my ass sharply for the delay. A good Pet always thanks her Master for her pleasure. "Thank you, Master," I cry out as I cum again. We fuck furiously until she seems to regain some composure and appears to want some attention. She slides under my chest; I help by pushing up on my arms, giving her freer access. She manages to pull off my bra and kisses my breasts with intensity. I arch back into Master as her teeth find my nipple, her hands caressing my stomach. "I think she is ready to play again," He whispers in my ear. He tells her that she will get fucked again, but that first Master thinks she should thank His Pet for suggesting that we include her in the first place. She agrees. He looks at me, "How would Kitty liked to be thanked?" I hesitate for the briefest moment before sliding entirely onto the table and opening my legs to her. "Yes, ma'am," she answers before crawling to her place between my knees. Master watches for a moment: her face, lips, tongue, in my sex. My eyes closed, back arched, fingers in her ponytail. Then He walks to the head of the table and tells me: "Kitty, this is my birthday present, not yours, open up." He has such a good angle from which to lower His cock into my waiting mouth; how deep He can get. And what a glorious view of the slave thanking His Pet. When He is thick and hard and satiated, Master allows me to enjoy the slave on my own for just a moment longer. Then He pulls her up off of me by her ponytail and licks her face clean. "Such a messy, messy slave." I roll on my side, luxuriating in the warm afterglow, watching for now. Master takes her back to the chair. He sits in it and has her sit astride Him, facing away from Him. He tells her to lock eyes with me. Then He tells her to do the work. The slave needs to fuck her Master. She does for awhile, but she is exhausted and not used to strenuous sex. Master is slightly annoyed at having to do the work for her, but she feels so good. And He is slightly frenzied between feeling her and watching me touch myself on the table, watching Him fuck her. Master wants to fuck someone hard again. He gets her out of the chair and onto the floor on all fours. He is slamming into her. But she is so tired. She cries out the safeword. I get off the table and go to her. I purr in her ear. "It's okay, slave. Master can be very rough sometimes. You can watch the rest, you've done so good." I lay her down and kiss her repeatedly. She apologizes. I shush her and tell her I will not repeat myself again: she did very well, she can watch now. We will not make her leave. I ask Master if He would like to take my ass now that the slave is tired out. Without a word, He directs me to the floor, down on all fours, and claims my ass. He fucks me hard and rough like He wanted to fuck her. And when He cums, He gushes it over my bare back, still arched from my final orgasm. Master dips both hands in it and presents one to each of us to lick clean. "One for my Pet and one for the slave. You were both such good girls today."