Message-ID: <16944eli$9811061501@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: "Cyberdamsel" Subject: Birthday Gift Newsgroups: alt.sex.bondage,alt.sex.femdom,alt.sex.stories,alt.sex.stories.bondage,alt.sex.stories.moderated Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <70e93k$d9f$1@newsread1-mx.centuryinter.net> The Birthday Gift There was a card on the table when Chris woke for work. It was a birthday card and inside in her elegant hand had been written, " your present awaits, see you tonight." Gina was special, though he had only been seeing her over the last three months she seemed to know him inside and out, his deepest darkest secrets and fantasies. She was so in tune with him that sex was was more than just sex, it was an experience. Not only was she beautiful with long gorgeous legs and a tight ass, she was funny, intelligent and imaginative. So unlike the women he usually found himself attracted to. Oh, they were pretty enough but had as much passion as the clock on the mantle. Perfunctory, expecting him to perform for their amusement. With Gina it was a give and take thing. She gave as much as she took and so far it had been ablsolute sexual bliss. On the drive to work all he could think about was her cryptic message, "your present awaits". What was she planning? He hoped it would be a quiet evening and just the two of them, not with any of their friends they entertained from time to time. Damn, he almost went through the stop sign, better start thinking with the right head and pay attention to traffic. He squirmed uncomfortably, reached down and adjusted his balls and cock while he easily managed to keep the car on the road. The general office secretary handed him his messages on his way past her desk and said she'd bring him a coffee in a minute. He thought Carla looked extra nice this morning, that fushia colored silk blouse really went well with her blonde hair. Brightened up her face some, too bad those glasses perched on her nose seemed to hide most of it. He was lost in paperwork when she knocked gently, pushed open the door and came in. In one hand she had his coffee and in the other a contract he needed to sign. She came around his side of the desk to set the cup down and when she leaned across him to set it on the only clean area available, he could see the lacy top of her bra cup where her buttoned shirt gapped open at the v-neck. It was black and conjured up visions of matching panties. Her leg brushed against his and the heat it generated there was amazing. Carla had introduced Gina to Curt and at the time he had been thinking about asking Carla out, maybe he should have. He watched her leave, her perfume still clinging to his nostrils, and noticed what a great ass she had especially in that short skirt. He shifted in his chair again as that familiar bulge between his pockets appeared. He'd sure be ready to see Gina tonight. "Miss Harris on the phone for you, line one," Carla said with a slight laugh through the intercom. When he picked up the phone he could hear strains of Kenny G's Sister Rose playing in the background, the first song they had made love to. Gina's voice was sultry when she asked, "are you alone?" He told her he was and then she said, "good, unzip your pants and reach in there and let that big one out for me. Let me tell you what I want to do with it. I want to lick it from base to tip, savoring the phermones your sex gives off and then hugrily, greedily take your big cock in my mouth." He was pleasantly surprised. This was a first and he was thoroughly enjoying it. "Ok," he said, "it's out and my pants are at my knees just waiting for your beautiful lips." "Stand up," she said, "go to the copy machine and make a copy of that big cock for me, fax it to my office. I want to see what I'm dealing with here." It was too hard to walk with his pants around his knees so he slipped off his loafers and slid his pants in a heap under the desk. He had to lift his shirt in order to clear his cock for the copy machine, but he did as she said and then put the copy into the fax machine, dialed her number and pressed send. "It's here," she said "and just as big and wonderful as I remembered it. Now take it in your hand and think of my lips on it, my tongue lapping under the head while I suck and nibble." He didn't hear the door open, his back was to it and the phone was tucked under his chin. Carla cleared her throat and he quickly swiveled his chair under the desk and prayed she hadn't seen he was naked below the waist. Here he was with this tremendous hard on and his secretary was standing there in front of him. He had to say goodbye to Gina though he would surely call her back when Carla left. He noticed she wasn't wearing her glasses and he was more confident then. She asked if the contracts were ready for the mail and then she nearly bumped into the other office chair. "Where are you glasses? he asked, trying not to seem nervous. He thought her eyes were huge with them on but now he could see they were not only normal but a really brilliant green, like seafoam. As she squinted in his direction she said, "I took them off to clean the splash of coffee off the lens and it came out in my hand. Gee Mr. Frantz, I don't know how I'm going to work the rest of day, I'm really quite blind without my glasses." His left hand had absently went to his bare cock, as if to hide or protect it when she came into the room, now he found himself inperceptively stroking it. "Since it's Thursday Carla, I think you could take the afternoon off and go somewhere to get them fixed. I didn't know you were so helpless without them but this is the first time I ever noticed how nice your eyes are." Carla actually blushed then. Was so nice to see a woman who could blush at a compliment. Most of the women he knew were used to getting them and paid little attention when one was passed. The lecherous part of his brain, that part which resided somewhere below the navel and above the knees was wondering how Carla would be in bed, meek, mild, or wild? Well for the time being he'd not know because Gina was all he could or wanted to handle. "Thank you Mr. Frantz, I'll do that and be here bright and early tomorrow morning to make sure all the paper work is caught up." As she left she remembered the chair and skirted it more gracefully, then before closing the door she said, "oh, and you have a Happy Birthday." Darn, maybe he should have asked her if Gina told her what the big surprise was. Oh well, Carla probably wouldn't have told him. How did she know it was his birthday anyway? Maybe she had talked to Gina recently. He would have finished jerking off then but remembered an early lunch appointment in town. He'd better get straightened up and grab the contracting notes he'd put together to meet his client. At the restuarant all the staff knew Curt as he often had lunch there, business and otherwise. Today Sam was their waitress and far and above the other girls she was the best. Working her way through school, she was intelligent and definetly not like some of them he knew. Her almost black hair was shiny, she wore it back and with a wisp of bang. God she was tanned, Curt wondered if it was all over or if she had lines delineating that perfect ass and the v of her pussy hair from her slim trunk and long long legs. He could just imagine her pert little breasts with triangular white patches where the top of her suit would have been. Boy, Gina didn't know what she had started this morning, his 40 year old hormones were raging like a 17 year old. It was a long lunch but Curt was sure it would be lucrative. It was nearly 2:00 when he returned to the office and was excitedly emersed in plans for the new client when the phone rang. Without Carla out front the calls came directly to his desk. It was Gina and all she would say is, "Don't use the front door tonight, come in through the garage and go directly to the bathroom, undress and slip into the tub I'll have ready for you. Goodbye, see you then." The line was dead, she had hung up. Anticipation was already starting a rise in his crotch. He could just see her joining him in the oversized garden tub he had put in when he built this house, it was a bonus he got when they delivered the wrong tub to a client of his. He liked it so well he decided to keep it rather than eat the return shipping. It was molded in such a fashion that you could sit on the inside step, lay back and have a jet hit between your shoulder blades. Less than a cap full of bubbles and you had mountains of the white stuff. As he drove in at eight he noticed the lights were off. Pulling into the garage he saw Gina's white Mustang convertable in the far stall. He was getting more excited by the minute. Entering through the dining room he saw candles on the table were lit, off to the right was the master bedroom and bath. As he neared the bedroom door soft strains of Kenny G were coming out to meet him. The scent of gardenias assaulted his nose and candles were everywhere. On the dresser burned two barrel based candles, on the night stands, two more. As he went into the bathroom there were more surrounding the tub that had been drawn for him. He took off his clothes and slipped in to the warm enveloping water. Gina appeared from nowhere, she must have been either in the big walk-in closet or out in one of the other rooms. She had a thigh length satin robe on and it fastened with just a sash at the waist. When she untied it and let it slip over her shoulders he had to catch his breath. God she was beautiful, long and lean with a healthy all over tan. In her hand she had two glasses then produced a bottle of champagne from a chiller on the sink. After filling the glasses she got in with him. As they toasted his 40th birthday he told her it was the nicest he had ever had. "But my dear, she said, it has just begun." Setting the glasses on the edge of the tub, she positioned herself between his legs. Being at the oposite end she could just reach his crotch with her foot. She started massaging his balls, curling her toes around his cock as it rose. He was dying to have her there, to take him in her capable hands and pleasure him so. As if reading his mind she moved in front of him and grabbed his cock firmly. The water and oils in the tub felt like silk against his skin, as he touched her velvety body his hands slid effortlessly down her back to her bottom. He pulled her closer and they kissed a deep sensual kiss, their tongues doing a dance similar to what he hoped he'd be doing later in bed. She stroked his cock until it was totally erect. He laid back enjoying her ministrations and then she stopped. He saw her rise, her beautiful golden pussy in front of him and he knew he wanted to eat her right then and there. With her one foot on the step and the other in the tub he grabbed her close and buried his head between her legs. She was delicious, she let him work his tongue magic on her clit, then as the juices flowed he hungrily lapped them up, scooping her vagina with his tongue. When she moaned she sounded so sexy, so sensual it made him more aroused. But then she stepped out of the tub, wrapped one of his large fluffy towels around herself and handed one to him. "She wants to finish this in the bedroom," he thought. There was a black satin sleep mask on the pillow. He'd never seen it before but assumed it belonged to Gina. She told him to lay down and put it on. A chill went up his spine, more like a tingling as he followed her direction. "I'm going to tie you to the bed," she told him. "You don't have a problem with that do you?" His mouth felt dry as he answered he was hers tonight to do with as she pleased. "That's good," she said, "I'll need your cooperation." Once his hands were tied with a soft cord she told him to spread his legs, then she tied each foot at the ankle to the bed frame. He was slightly nervous at this point but after having been with Gina for 3 months he trusted her. Next thing he knew oil was being drizzled on his cock and balls. She slid her hand from base to head several times, then took both hands and massaged the head under and around. She took his balls one by one, massaged them gently. Her hands seemed smaller than he remembered, but what she was doing with them was driving him crazy. She got off the bed, or he thought she had but then no, he could smell her cunt as it was postioned over his face. "Eat, " she commanded him and he did. Something was different, the amount of hair, the smell, what was it? He couldn't lay a finger on it but relished having his tongue in her, her ass grazing his chest as she gyrated to his tongue lashing. She didn't let herself cum, but then slid off the bed. It was Gina's voice he had heard but it sounded disembodied. What was happening, was the blindfold disorienting him that much and the champagne, yes that had to be it. Suddenly his cock was held in a tight grasp as a ring was slid down it. Oh my god he thought, I can't cum with this on and she knows it ! She slapped at his balls playfully, just enough to make them sensative then placed them in a pouch. They felt very warm, so good. The drawstring was pulled tight and a little painfully. Then she went down on him, her lips seemed swollen, fuller somehow, every now and then she pulled the strings on the pouch, drawing his balls down painfully and his desire to cum would shrink away. She nibbled and licked until he thought he was going to cum or die ! He groaned, begging her to let him cum, "please take the ring off, let me cum !" "Not yet." was her reply. And with that the pouch was removed from his balls. She told him to lift his hips and a wedge of sorts was put under him, exposing his anus and lifting his privates higher. A lubricated probe about the size of his baby finger was being inserted into his ass. He was about to protest when the thing started to vibrate against his prostate. It felt amazingly good. Next he felt her holding on to his cock, stroking it firmly, making it incredibly harder, god if he could only see it, he'd bet it was longer than his usual 7". Then something was being put down his urethra, a thin object, kind of like a catheter only stiff. It too began to vibrate. This was erotic torture at it's finest ! It felt so good at first, but as his need to orgasm resurfaced it was almost painful. He begged her again, "please let me cum !" The rods stopped vibrating and were removed. She was massaging his cock again. "Arggggh", he moaned, "you're driving me crazy !" "You will cum," she said quietly "when you guess who is doing this to your cock now." He didn't register it at first, then it clicked, the different scent, the smaller hands, the fuller lips. They were all different women !!!!! "I haven't a clue! You must give me a hint !!" he said with exasperation. "Who makes the best coffee?", she said. "Coffee?" he drank maybe a dozen cups a day at different places, how was this a clue? He thought about Carla but then Gina made him coffee evey time she stayed over and not wanting to hurt her feelings he said, "Gina?" "Wrong ! Suck his dick now, until he guesses right !" Gina said with a laugh. The temptress began a sweet licking of the shaft, then running her tongue around the head she probed his hole with it. His mind drew blanks, and then he finally blurted out, "Sam ?" "Close but no bells, no whistles. One more chance!" Gina said. "Suck him faster, massage his balls and pull them down as they try to retract in orgasm." He was crazed now, it had to be Carla, but would Carla be here, doing this? Dear blind sweet assed Carla? "Carla" He screamed ! "Yes, clip the band from around his cock, no not you Carla, you're blind as a bat without your glasses." Both girls giggled as the ring was cut and he realized there was at least a third person in the room. He was still bound hand and foot. He wanted to take that mask off and see them, but he couldn't move. The wedge was removed from beneath him and then he felt someone straddle him. Her bare ass was on his chest, then she moved her wet pussy up to his mouth and Gina told him to eat but he knew it wasn't her. The voice sounded from off to his left. He did as he was told, but before he did he asked Gina if she was going to make him cum. "Not until you guess whose pussy you are eating," she said. I'll give you one hint, her legs are long and she can outdo anyone on the floor." On the floor, on the floor, what floor? Shoot he knew dozens of long legged women. "Please" he said, pausing just a moment from his most enjoyable task, "I need more than that." "She follows your orders and only brings you what you want," the voice of Carla this time offerred. "Geez," he thought, "I don't give any woman but Carla orders and even then I say please. She brings me contracts to sign and coffee but things I order?" His balls ached with the load they were carrying, he had been stimulated so many times today. Then it came to him, "Sam!, oh my god Sam?" The blindfold was removed and sure enough Sam's dark thatch was in front of his face. Gina moved to the side of the bed as Sam removed herself. Touching her well wetted pussy where his hot tongue had been. One hand was freed then. "Now your relief comes, Gina said, but not by our hand, or lips or pussy's." He looked up at her dumbfounded. Then she said, "Masturbate for us, while we watch. Take your cock in your free hand, go slowly or we will tie you back up." He was so excited by her commands, so excrutiatingly ready, but he went slowly as she said, feeling the sensuality build. All three girls moved closer to the bed, Sam had one long leg up on the side of the bed, her finger on her clit, massaging, then taking that same finger to her lips, licked the juices her body had created from her fingertip. Gina gave him her breast to suckle. Like a young hungry pup he took it and pulled at her nipple, she untied his left hand now and it went directly to her pussy and finding her erect clit he massaged it as well. He was nearing climax, the first contractions deep within him stirred. A drop appeared and soon he began to spurt but not before Carla covered the head with her mouth, greedily accepting the several mounting spurts of cum. He was in heaven. He lay back then with an enormous smile on his face. "Happy Birthday dear," from Gina's lips, then "Happy Birthday Mr. Frantz, Carla giggled," and finally from Sam, "Best wishes Curt." Cyberdamsel Stories What more. Go to my site at http://members.xoom.com/Cyberdamsel/ My site is free. No banners or anything else. 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