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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."

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