Date: Thu, 18 Sep 2008 05:57:25 -0700 (PDT)
From: Sharon Pinder <pin121@yahoo.com>
Subject: the birthday gift

Warning:

This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit
sexual acts between women.  If this type of content offends you or you are
under the age of 18 do not read it.

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The Birthday Gift


Your birthday party had been great fun. We'd met some friends in our
local. We'd had a good laugh, and maybe drunk a little too much. But hell
it was your birthday. I hadn't known what to get you for the occasion; I
wanted it to be something memorable. But what? Clothes? I would choose
wrong. Perfume? You had a dressing table full.  Underwear?  To easy!  But
what? Then your eyes had lighted onto something in the pub and I knew! I
knew what I could give you, that would make you smile, make you happy and
that you would treasure.

That was a week ago, work had filled that gap, but finally the weekend had
come round again. I had to go out Friday evening and then on Saturday to
collect your birthday gift. At first you were annoyed that you were to be
alone for Saturday afternoon. But the promise of finally having the
birthday present you had moaned I'd not given you on the day, made you
forgive me to some degree.

I arrived home soon after six bearing a Chinese takeaway. We sat on the
sofa, side by side sharing the contents of the foil dishes and watching
some chic flick. I also had brought you a bottle of whiskey, and as the
evening passed by, the level dropped. You had never had a head for the
amber nectar, but that did not dissuade you from making it your tipple.

As the meal ended, we had headed to bed to finish the DVD. I finally saw
that the nectar I had brought, have its usual effect and you were asleep.
Now was the time to reveal my gift to you. I crossed to your dressing table
and from the bottom drawer removed the Velcro hand cuffs we often used in
our games. Bondage had always been your gift to our love making and I knew
how much it added you your enjoyment.

I looked down at you asleep on the bed and smiled. You were going to be
such a lucky girl. I unzipped your skirt and gently lifting your bottom of
the quilt eased it down and past your legs. Then I unfastened your blouse
and that to was soon draped over the chair. I knew you had worn stockings
for me, as that your standards in underwear would be as high as they ever
were. Black boy shorts and a matching bra, all of which needed to be
removed. I did however, for my own pleasure leave your hold ups in place.

Then easing you into the centre of the bed, I placed one handcuff round
your wrist and fastened it to the bed post. With in five minutes all your
limbs were spread apart and fastened to the beds posts. I looked down at my
darling girl, her shaven mound, her wonderful sensitive breasts and that
mouth made for kissing and sucking. You would so enjoy the next few hours.

I had to leave you for 5 minutes while I went to bring your present in from
the car, but the size meant if it was to be a true surprise it would have
to be left on the landing until I was ready.

I undressed myself and then sat beside you naked on the bed. You mumbled
something in your sleep, a slumber I now had to wake you from. A gentle
kiss and then admission of my tongue into your mouth made your eyes flicker
awake. The restraints stopped you from sitting up, a realisation that made
you smile, and respond to my kisses.

I sat back up and you smiled at me"you spoil your bad little girl" you said
falling so eagerly into our role playing. "I do try my sweet whore, but
first I have your birthday gift for you" I stood, my semi erection drawing
your eyes. "No" I laughed "its something better than that, something you
have often fantasised about. Then last weekend you pointed it out in the
pub, I could not bring you the item you spotted, but over the week I have
found an identical model". As I said this I crossed to the bedroom door and
rested a hand on the door handle. "What is it, please tell me?" you asked
the realisation that what ever it was would be sexual and part of our
fantasies dawning.

"My darling whore, I have chosen one of your presents with great care and I
hope it will offer you one of the best nights of your life" My hand started
to turn the handle then I paused. "No, we need a little extra spice" I
smiled as I walked to your chest of drawers. From there I removed a silk
scarf I had brought you on our first holiday. You looked at the soft fabric
and smiled, anticipating the care I had put into this evening.

As I turned the door handle I looked back at my darling, bound spread eagle
to our bed, your eyes masked under silk and your legs encased in silk. Your
shaven mound and your erect nipples. My own reaction stirred, but tonight
was not about me, it was about you, your fantasies and pleasure.

I opened the door and in the entrance stood a young girl. He age unknown
but I had selected her, hoping she was in her early twenties. She had long
blond hair that hung down to her shoulder blades, eyes that were alive with
the offering before her, and the longest legs you could imagine. They to
were encased in silk hold ups and her muscles accentuated by impossibly red
high heels.  Her slim body masked by a tight red dress, which plunged to
hint at the breasts they hid.

I held one finger to my lips as I signalled her to silence. I could hear
your breathing increase and with it with your anticipation. I could imagine
the sensations your pussy held. The wetness that was seeping from between
those lips, where shaven flesh awaited its first soft touch.

I took the hand of my gift and led her to the bed, the sound of silk legs
rubbing giving you the first hint of what I had brought for you. I had
spent the week seeking someone who was beautiful, bisexual and professional
for your first time. The dearest gift I had yet brought you but one I knew
would make you such a happy woman.

The gift sat by your side and she smiled own at you, a smile you could not
see or imagine through the silk blind fold. Her long red nails ran through
your hair, and you lifted your head into the touch. Then she leant down,
holding her hair back so the surprise would not be ruined by its soft
touch. She ran her tongue along your lips, making them moist and glisten in
her touch. Your lips parted at the kiss, and her tongue sank into your warm
wet mouth. The kiss was at first gentle and your tongues explored each
others touch. Then the power increased and you pressed your mouth into the
kiss. I could sense your arousal as I sat at the dressing table, watching
the scene before me,

The kiss was broken as she looked down at your breasts. The nipples were
erect as her red painted lips made first contact and sucked them in, the
blood rushing into the erections and expanding them to their fullest. You
groaned as her hand traced soft circles over your shaven mound. I stood and
walked unsteadily to stand beside the erotic scene before me. With my hand
I stoked my own erection, being gentle so I did not spoil my time. With the
other hand I slipped the scarf's knot free, and eased it of from you. Your
eyes blinked open looked at me then it dawned. If I was stood looking at
you, who....?

You raised your head and looked down, seeing the blonde hair held back, and
the beautiful girl suckling on your breasts. I smiled. "Happy birthday my
darling,"

You had always wanted to sample the pleasures of a same sex love and had
spent part of your birthday admiring the long legs of a red dressed blonde
at the party. While my gift wasn't the girl you had seen she was as close
as I had managed to find in the cities sex trade.

The gift looked up, and seeing your unmasked eyes, moved her mouth back to
yours. Her tongue reached for the tip of yours, which you pushed free from
your own lips so you I could watch as they made contact in the space
between you. Then you sucked her into your mouth and I saw you flex against
the restraints.

The kiss was at first long, and tender. But the passion increased as your
pussy was touched by those long nails. Your legs parted in reaction and I
saw her fingers seek your lips. You had always moaned they were too big,
but even you agreed they were all the more responsive for that. The kiss
ended and my gift stood so I could undo her dresses zip. The red material
cascaded to the floor, revealing impossibly pert and erect breasts, a slim
waist and a neat Brazilian style cut showing her blondness was real.

She smiled own at you then climbed onto the bed, straddling you around the
waist, her own wet pussy pressed against your tummy. She dipped a finger
between her own legs and then teased it round your lips.  Your lips parted
and you sucked the wet finger in, tasting her honey on off her finger.
Sampling your first taste of pussy and wondering if you would taste more
this night.

The finger was withdrawn and this time dipped into your pool of juices.
That was sucked into her mouth and she smiled. "I love the taste of virgin"
she smiled down and dipped once more into your pussy.

She leant down and suckled onto each of your nipples, gently biting them
and stretching them to their full reach between her teeth, before sucking
it into her mouth. I could see the lipstick marks around the nipple she
neglected for the moment, as sucked hungrily on the other nipple. She
lifted her head to kiss you fully once more.

The kiss was broken as she lifted her pussy clear of your tummy the wetness
making a bond with your skin. She raised it over and past your nipples. I
could see your eyes fasten on the hair on her mound as the pussy was raised
over your mouth. She held it a few inches clear, to afford your eyes their
first sight of the wetness, before it was lowered down to with an inch.
Your tongues tip tenderly touched her wet skin and caressed her lips. She
lowered her self farther to allow you to suckle on her lips. To suck it
into your mouth and to taste the fountain of her nectar.  Your hips started
to lift as I sensed the orgasm that this experience was bringing you, one
that was not even brought on by touch, but your virginity lost as a bi
sexual girl. As you became a true whore and I wondered what would wait when
my gift brought her tongue and her toys to your pussy. I wondered how you
would respond to your birthday gift and the price I had paid. I had agreed
that for this night you would truly become her whore. That you would offer
your services, free of charge to both your new lover and her girl
friends. A new life awaited you, one you had fantasised about and one that
I had brought to you, but one that you would pay the price for. A price I
knew you would not mind...

as ever feed back most welcome , plus any new ideas. thanks