Birthday Boy 24

As I lay on the bed, I could smell the sweet musky scent of her skin. I could feel the heat of her body, and as her face came up to mine, I could feel her warm breath on my neck. She slid her hands up my arms, and pushed my wrists between the bars of the headboard, and slowly but deliberately fastened them together with the handcuffs.

She kissed me slowly and passionately, and smiled. "Happy birthday Cucky". She sat up so she was sitting on my hips. As I watched her, a pair of hands slipped around her waist, and then moved slowly upwards to cup her engorged breasts. The hands slowly but deliberately peeled down the lacy cups on the black basque and exposed her nipples. They looked huge in the soft light, and as the fingers encircled and then squeezed them, she let out a gasp, and a shudder went through her body.

Without mercy the fingers rolled and gently stretched her full buds, and she began to writhe and softly moan, whilst I could only watch in fascination.

One hand then moved down and released the tie on first one side then the other of her thong, which was pushed down to expose the slick and glistening beauty that was her pussy. Almost as in a dream, I watched a long finger trace along the length of her clitoris, as she became more and more animated in her arousal.

The fingers, first one, then a second, slipped inside, and began a slow but steady motion between her lips. I could feel her dripping on my stomach, as her head rolled around, her eyes closed in ecstasy.

Then, suddenly, she was pushed forward, and her face was directly above mine. She looked into my eyes, and placed one hand on either side of my head, smiling.

I felt the weight adjusting position on the bed, and felt a pair of knees pressing against the outside of my thighs. She gasped as the head of his cock began to stretch her open, but never broke eye contact.

"He's twice the size of you lover!" she said, "I doubt I'll be able to even feel you after this", and gasped as he slowly forced into her.

Once he had bottomed out, he gave her a moment to adjust, and then began to slowly work in and out, building up a rhythm. As I looked into her face, she rocked back and forward in time with his thrusts, and her breathing became short and urgent. She was clearly sopping wet as the strokes got faster the harder she dripped on my stomach, I could hear the sound of his balls slapping against her, and a soft slurping noise.

As the pace picked up, her head was pulled back as her grabbed her hair, and all I could see was her long neck and the underside of her chin, beaded with perspiration as he began to slam in and out of her with increasing violence.

"Stop!" she said suddenly.

"What's the problem?" came a voice.

"Take off the rubber" she said.

A moments pause. "Are you sure?"

"Yes. Do it. Do it now!"

There was a moment of fumbling, and then he reentered her and started to pick up the pace. She moaned, almost a wail, and began to shake, completely swept up in the moment.

"Come in me" she said, "I want you to empty your balls into me!" At the same time, her unseen lover let out a gutteral grunt, and slammed into her and held her firm whilst he pounded into her with ever increasing force. It was never going to last long. With one last massive thrust that made her cry out, he shot his load deep inside of her. They both froze, and remained motionless for a few seconds as the sensations rushed over them, and all you could hear was the laboured breathing. Then, as her assailant let her go and rolled off of the bed, she fell forward and was once more looking into my eyes.

"Oh dear Cucky", she said, "That felt very messy"! Then, with a wicked laugh she added "I hope you're hungry"!

She shuffled up the bed until her red and puffy pussy was glistening just in front of my face. I could smell the warm musky slickness of it.

"Open wide and put out your tongue," she said. As I complied, she reached down with two fingers and opened her slick lips, and at the same time, clenched her muscles. A string of white stickiness trailed down from her clitoris, as if on a string, and entered my mouth.