Her Master's Birthday Gift

She stared at her phone. "I'm with the rugby guys tonight- can you be here in 30 minutes?"

She had plans but she cancelled them- immediately. She rushed upstairs to dress in something short with bare legs, she knew what he liked by now. She wanted to look even better knowing that it was his birthday this week.

She entered the bar shyly. He watched her awkwardness for a moment, enjoying her momentary discomfort, before catching her eye and signalling her over. She slid into the table beside him, smiling around at his friends, before her eyes sought out his, hungrily. 'Happy birthday,' she whispered.

His friends were curious, or maybe just polite. They immediately engaged her in conversation- asking about her work. It was a topic she loved to talk about and these guys clearly had no clue what her clinical job comprised. She was explaining, getting more and more passionate, when an unexpected hand slid between her legs, opening them gently. She stopped mid-sentence and glanced at him.

"Keep explaining," he told her. His tone was light- no-one would suspect that he had now started to stroke gently around her vaginal lips, teasing her. She was soaking wet and already finding it hard to maintain concentration. She swallowed and did her best to pick up her train of thought again. She had just started to regain her story when his finger plunged deeply inside her- fucking her. She gasped and clutched her drink tightly.

This time he leaned in and whispered a command just for her. "Keep talking. I want to see how well you can do."

She nodded and tried her best to articulate herself, but as his fingers found all her spots, she was soon stuttering and losing her words. She forced herself to keep talking, and just hoped that she was making sense. The guys were watching in fascination- suspecting but not quite believing what was happening.

Finally he nodded. "Well explained. Come and get another drink."

He pulled her by the hand but led her past the bar, opening the door to the accessible toilet and pulling her in. "Do you have another birthday present for me?" he asked her.

She dropped to her knees. "Please let me pleasure you." He smiled at the note of begging in her voice. He had been patient with her but he had taught her to value this- to beg for it and appreciate it. She had finally learned.

"You may," he told her. He groaned as she took him in as deeply as she could, gagging slightly but not resisting as she had in the beginning. He was rock hard and after a few minutes of letting her please him in her way, he took over. He buried his hand in her hair and set a new pace, using her roughly. She struggled to manage but she wanted to please him more than anything else and it paid off. She heard his words of approval and felt his hand on her head.

Back at the table, the guys made plans to leave. They were heading on to his house. She started to say her goodbyes but was stopped by his grip on her wrist.

"You're coming with us," he told her. She gulped but nodded.

The party continued at his house. About ten guys now... and her. She sipped on a drink in the corner and chatted to one of the friends. He watched her from the sofa as she listened attentively, smiling and making quips. She was friendly and seemed to have finally relaxed.

He stood. "Meka, come here," he commanded her.

She looked up, startled, but did what he said. His voice had been loud enough to quieten the room. Everyone watched- wondering what was happening.

Slowly he removed his belt. Her eyes widened- was he going to use this on her in public? They still hadn't had time alone together in private- she didn't know how she would cope.

"Turn around." She obeyed, heart beating fast. Would he bend her over? Expose her? What if she couldn't handle it?

But instead, she felt the unexpected weight of the belt around her neck, felt it tighten. She closed her eyes- this was one of her deepest fantasies- ever since he had whispered it to her as something he wanted to do to her- but she hadn't expected it to be in full view of all his mates.

"Kneel," he ordered and again she obeyed.

She was aware of the guys watching. Her cheeks flushed and her eyes dropped to the floor.

"Follow me," he strode to the center of the room and she crawled after- her humiliation growing with every passing heartbeat.

He stopped at the coffee table. "Get on it." She looked at him, unsure of how to carry this out. He grabbed the collar and helped her up, positioning her as he wanted, kneeling on the table on her hands and knees. He stroked her head again, almost tenderly.

"Stay," he told her firmly. "Until I tell you otherwise." He stroked the length of her back, smiling as she shivered at his touch, and buried his fingers inside her. He pulled at her clothing, exposing her ass and her breasts. He squeezed her nipples and she cried out, surprised. Finally he took a blindfold from his pocket and covered her eyes. Then he stepped back." She ached for his touch- he had turned her on and left her... but for what?

Her heart was beating furiously as one of the friends stepped up. He was quicker- there was no preamble as he grabbed her hair, yanking her head back and buried his fingers in her. He was rough but he managed to bring her close to the edge all the same. She was aware of all the eyes on her- watching her response.

Just as abruptly as he had started, he stopped. Another guy took his place immediately. This one moved her legs apart to expose her clit. He knelt behind her and placed his tongue on her. She heard laughter around the room at her reaction. She was panting and pleading him to let her finish, when he too, frustratingly, stopped just short.

The next one circled her asshole. Her breathing quickened as she suspected what would happen. His fingers teased her first, then she felt the tip of his dick nudging against her entrance. Before she could fully comprehend this, a second dick was nudging at her mouth- forcing her to accept it. Now there were hands everywhere- the guys were teasing her nipples, and taking turns to force her to suck them. There were fingers inside her again, drawing to orgasm. Sperm spurted inside her mouth as someone finished, and more splattered her back and behind as the guy fucking her ass came with a groan. Soon she was covered- it was all over her- in her hair and on her face.

Finally they stopped edging her and forced her to orgasm hard. She was so humiliated at how her whole body quivered and the cries they drew from her lips. The guys laughed. Suddenly the new game was how often they could make her cum. She was exhausted but they forced her to orgasm again and again. She was exhausted, physically and mentally.

But no one had fucked her pussy. He must have told them not to. That was reserved for him- for the first time, at least.