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Birthday Presents
By Beverley Anne Miles
We weren't a couple made in heaven. In fact Hannah and I were not even a
couple in the accepted sense.
When we first met ? introduced by a mutual friend ? we were both getting
over someone else. In fact I think we'd both been dumped on the same day, so
that gave us something in common. The other way we were similar was that
neither of us was ready to commit to another emotional attachment so soon,
but, Hell, we were both young and were physically attracted to each other.
Hannah was a great looking girl, with an attractive face ? big eyes, a cute
upturned nose, and full luscious lips surrounding a fuckable mouth. Her body
was perhaps on the lush side, with big breasts, and a well upholstered
bottom, separated by a narrower waist. And she loved to wear sexy lingerie.
How often do you meet a fantastic girl who insists on wearing practical
white cotton underwear?
As to me ? well I'm pretty average. Not too tall, fit, slim, and I'm told I
look OK. Good enough for Hannah anyway.
So we sat down together like sensible adults(!) to work it out. It didn't
take long ? we were both horny ? until we managed to come up with 'the
arrangement'. It went like this. We would not emotionally commit to one
another, we would not go out together ? except in a group with other
friends, and we would only get together for sex.
We both had needs, and it made sense to see to them. Then we went to bed
together.
The result was a fantastic relationship. We could both do what we liked,
when we liked, and we only got together to have sex. Very liberating. We'd
call each other up a couple of times a week, and let of steam. There were no
expectations, no need to talk about the day or whatever, we'd just get
together and go to it.
Usually, Hannah would like to suck me off to start us off. This would take
the immediate pressure off of my balls, and as she said, she got the
thickest load where it was appreciated the most ? she just loved a good
helping of cream. She was a great cock-sucker, one of the best I'd
encountered. Hannah would swallow the mouthful, then stay with it until I
was hard again, so that I could give her a good fucking.
Having initially relieved the pressure, I could usually fuck for a good half
hour or so before I came again, during which time she'd have several
orgasms.
We soon began to experiment ? different locations as well as positions ? but
it was always fun.
One day, between sessions, we got talking about fantasies. Sexual fantasies.
As I wasn't worried about scaring off a girlfriend, I gave Hannah the full
spec of what I wanted to try ? to fuck a girl up the arse whilst she was
tied up, gagged and blindfolded. Just thinking about and describing it gave
me the boost I needed, so I soon forgot the conversation ? but Hannah
didn't.
*****
My birthday that year was unforgettable.
I only got three birthday cards. One from my parents, one from my sister and
the other from Hannah. Hannah's just said 'See you at 7. Let yourself in.
You'll need these.' including a key ring, with three keys. One was a front
door Yale, but the other two looked like they were for small padlocks.
I arrived at her flat at five past seven that night, and getting no response
from the doorbell, let myself in with the Yale key. The flat was quiet and
dark, but a light came from under the bedroom door, and on the door was a
note: 'Cum In'
Hannah was on the bed waiting for me, and she'd remembered.
She was dressed in a black satin corset, tightly laced, with six suspenders
holding up her seamed black stockings. Her feet were encased in shiny black
patent pumps, with 6" stainless steel stiletto heels. She wore nothing else.
And she was tied to the bed, spread-eagled face down on the mattress. Cords
around her ankles and shoes were tied to the corner posts at the foot of the
bed, spreading her legs wide. Her wrists were locked to the top bed posts by
hand-cuffs. That's what the other keys were for.
Her long hair hid her face, but I lifted it out of the way at one side, to
see that she was gagged and blindfolded.
Perfect. She had remembered all the details, and looked fantastic.
And as it would be rude not to, it was time to take advantage of the
situation. So I quickly stripped off, then climbed onto the bed, to kneel
between her thighs.
I looked down to see her widely spread arse below my already raging dick.
Her buttocks were spread enough to see her rear entrance quite clearly, all
pink and tightly puckered. The sight of it was enough to drive me over the
edge, so I lost my first load to splatter it over her wide open crack and
rounded arse.
There was a tube of lubricant on the bedside cupboard, but as I'd already
inundated the area, it seemed a pity to waste it. So I scraped all of my
warm sticky cum into her crack, and began to massage it with my fingertips.
Probing, I soon found the entrance to the alternative tunnel of love, and
inserted my first finger.
Hannah moaned through her gag, and began to move under me, but she could
only wriggle from side to side, as the bonds held her quite firmly.
I was in as far as the first knuckle, so I pressed in further. Her sphincter
was wonderfully tight and her rectum gripping. All the way in, I then
withdrew, and began to finger-fuck her delicious arse. She slowly began to
relax beneath me, so I gradually introduced a second, and then a third
finger.
Hannah had stopped fighting the penetration, and seemed to be relaxing,
beginning to enjoy to the sensations. I on the other hand, was going the
other way, as my cock recovered from its first release, and began to stiffen
and grow again.
Like the rest of me, I believe my cock is fairly average, but big enough to
satisfy. Certainly no one had complained up till now. The thought of what I
was about to do inflamed and inflated me to my best size, about 7" shaft 1
1/2" across. It was going to be a tight fit.
So I pulled out my slimy fingers, and slopped the remains of my cream over
my knob. Supporting myself on my knees and one arm, I used my sticky hand to
aim my cock at the target. The large round end slipped between Hannah's arse
cheeks and nudged up against her sticky knothole ? it felt tiny against me,
but I didn't hold back ? my greatest fantasy was about to come true.
She felt my presence, and began to struggle in her bonds, but it was too
late, as I leant forward and used all my mass to force my way through the
tight ring of muscle. Hannah moaned through her gag as her arse resisted,
but suddenly the blockage gave way, and I surged in, to the sound of a
muffled squeal. Her muscle was clamped firmly around the underside of my
glans, so I wasn't afraid of being ejected as I adjusted my stance to
further my penetration.
Now on all fours, I braced myself again, and slowly pistoned some of my
length into her reluctant arse. She had broken out in a sweat and her
muscles were tense with the denial of my invasion ? her gagged cries of
complaint were muffled, but her shaking head was un-mistakable ? she wasn't
enjoying the situation at all at the moment.
But I didn't care?
I eased my cock back out until only the knob was still engaged, then shoved
it back in, further this time. A few more slow pumps, and my swollen balls
were snuggled between her buttocks as I filled her backside with my meat.
Then I lay down on her back, and whispered in her ear.
"Now's when it starts to get good. "
I began to fuck her arse. Slowly at first, but then her ring softened, and I
began to feel accepted inside, so I quickened my pace and lengthened my
stroke.
At first Hannah would try to move with me, to limit the stroke, but then she
began to relax and become passive to my buggery. After a while however, she
began to move her arse to counter my fucking ? lengthening the stroke ? and
at the same time she began to get noisier again, moaning with each thrust,
and sighing with each withdrawal. That's when I knew she was enjoying it,
and I could start to really let rip.
I changed my position again, and just became a brutal animal, heedless of
her needs. Because I'd already cum once, I thought I'd be good for a while
yet, but the fantastically tight sensations of fucking her arse overcame me
soon after, and I collapsed onto her as I shook and spasmed, whilst I
blasted her insides with my liquid love.
I climbed off of her, and unlocked one of her handcuffs, but I wasn't done
yet. I grabbed her long hair in my fist, and pulled her head up and to the
side, whilst I undid the strap around her lower face, and pulled the penile
gag out of her mouth. Quickly, before she could cry out, I slipped my own
cock ? still slimy with sperm ? between her lips, and let her minister to
her abuser.
She soon had it clean, shiny and renewed, so I pulled out, then leant down
and kissed her on the lips, before releasing her hair, and re-attaching her
hand-cuff to the bedpost. I didn't bother to refit the gag, but returned to
my position between her legs.
Hannah whimpered quietly when I replaced my cock at her rear entrance again,
but the cry when I inserted it was one of pleasure not pain.
I fucked her one more time from behind, then I finally released her bonds,
and lay myself on the bed. After she had stretched and relaxed, she returned
to me without instruction, and once again used her marvellous lips to bring
me to a final stand. She straddled me, and lowered her wet slit onto my
cock.
Hannah bounced up and down a couple of times to lubricate my rampant member,
then pulled off and shuffled forward a few inches, before sitting back down,
and impaling her well stretched anus on me of her own accord. Once she was
fully sat on my hips, she leant forward and kissed me, while I reached down
to grab the globes of her arse in my hands, and help her as she pumped me
dry for the last time.
****
Afterwards, Hannah admitted that although she had hated it at first, the
apprehension of helplessness, and the pain of buggery soon turned to extreme
pleasure.
However, she never let me penetrate her arse again.
About two months later, she told me that she wanted to start seeing someone
else, and as she wasn't going to 'two time' him, it was time for us to stop.
Naturally I was disappointed, but by then I had my eye on someone else
anyway, so it wasn't a disaster. It was probably one of the most amicable
break ups I'm ever likely to have, and yes, we did remain friends.
****
I'd seen Hannah around quite often, as we still shared the same group of
friends, but we had not been alone together since we split up, so I was
quite surprised when I got a 'phone call from her, asking me to come around
to her place. Her voice sounded slightly strange. Apparently she needed a
favour.
She answered the door looking delightfully dishevelled in lingerie, high
heels and with mussed hair. She took one look at me, and burst into tears,
so I immediately stepped inside, and took her into my arms for a hug.
It was probably the wrong moment, but holding her tight, dressed as she was,
turned me on, and I began to stir down below. I was always a sucker for
'damsels in undress', and she was wearing a particularly pretty matching set
of bra, panties and suspender belt in pastel floral print with lace trim.
With one hand I held her head against my shoulder, but my other went to her
slim waist, then slid down to her satin clad buttocks. I just can't help
myself.
"Hannah" I asked after she had calmed down a bit "Whatever is wrong?"
She looked me in the eyes, but shook her head and kept quiet as she pulled
out of my arms. Keeping hold of my hand, she led me into her lounge, then
began to explain as I sat down.
"I'm sorry about that, but it was a relief to see you. I'm fine now, but I
need a drink. Will you join me?"
I didn't need anything just then, but I could see that Hannah was still
distressed, and needed me to have a drink with her as much as she needed
one, so I said yes. She walked into the kitchen, then called out "Red wine
OK Joe?" I called back "Fine" and looked around the room. It didn't seem to
have changed since I was last here ? certainly no obvious evidence of a new
partner.
A minute later she came back in, large glass of red wine in each hand, and
joined me at the sofa. She gave me a glass, then sat down next to me ? close
? her stocking clad thigh against mine. I could feel the heat of her body
next to me, and felt myself hardening further, so I took a sip of the wine,
partially as a distraction, but also to try and relax me.
I didn't recognise the taste, although that was not really unexpected, as I
knew Hannah liked to shop around a bit and try out new brands, but I found
it tasted a bit, well, unusual. But not unpleasant.
"So" I began "How are you? And what can I do to help? You did mention a
favour on the 'phone."
"Oh I'm OK, really." she smiled "But I'm going through a bit of a patch with
Duncan." She placed her hand on my thigh.
"That's your, er, boyfriend?" I checked.
"Yes" She took a sip of her wine, then continued. "It's not like it was with
us. With Duncan, things are more serious. Intense. Anyway, his birthday is
coming up, so I thought I'd treat him ? you know ? like I gave you a treat."
I smiled, remembering that night, then took another sip of the wine.
"So I asked him if he had any fantasies, but he said he wasn't sure what I
meant, so I told him about your fantasy." I must have looked a bit startled
at this, but Hannah quickly added. "Oh don't worry, I didn't say who I was
with, or mention you. So he said he'd think about it." She paused.
"And?" I prompted.
"Well, when we met next time, he said he'd thought about it, quite a lot,
and he'd worked out what he wanted. But, he said he wasn't sure whether I'd
approve. He thought I might be disgusted with him and want to break up." She
had some more wine, then went on "He did tell me though. He said he'd really
liked the fantasy that I'd suggested. That's your fantasy. But he wanted an
added twist. The girl on the bed was to be a man ? a man dressed as I was."
I like to think that I'm pretty open minded, but that one got me thinking. I
must admit that my thinking was pretty cloudy, what with the proximity of
Hannah, the memory of fucking arse, and the wine, I was now extremely hard
down below. So I asked her what she did next.
"I, er, told him that I would have to think about it, so he left. That's
when I called you." Her hand moved on my leg, sliding up towards my groin.
"I was confused, and I suddenly realised that I missed you, and the fun that
we had together."
Hannah's hand had reached the bulge in my trousers, and she stroked my
length through the material. I shuddered with delight, and took a large
mouthful of the red to calm me as she undid my trousers to release me. She
put her glass down, and swiftly pulled my legs apart as she knelt down
between them, then looked up at me through her eyelashes.
"I missed this. His isn't like this." She announced solemnly, then bowed
down, and took my swollen knob between her lips. In less than I minute I was
unloading my sexual tension the only way I knew, and Hannah was taking it
all in. My throat felt dry, so I drained the glass, while she licked me
clean.
She looked up at me, noted the empty glass, and smiled. Then climbed up onto
my lap to straddle my thighs, and leant in to kiss me. Our lips touched and
I opened my mouth to the scent of my semen on her breath as she grasped my
head in her hands and pushed my head back. She was in charge of this kiss,
so I waited for her tongue to enter my mouth. I was completely surprised
when suddenly my mouth was filled with a warm sticky substance.
As I realised she had forced my own spunk into my mouth, she broke the kiss
and clamped a hand tight over my mouth, grinning. I explored the taste and
sensation of my cum with my tongue ? salty and sticky. Not very pleasant I
decided. Now I'll just lift her out of the way, and go and spit this lot
out?
"Now swallow!" she commanded.
'What!' I thought. This wasn't the Hannah I knew. But what was worse was
that I didn't pull her hand away and spit, but instead my throat contracted,
and the warm fluid began it's journey down my gullet!
I didn't decide to do that! What's going on?
"Oh good, it's working." announced Hannah, and she climbed off of me. I sat
still, contemplating the strong aftertaste in my mouth.
"Joe. Look at me." It was an order.
I did. Well why not. It was a nice view, and why I was here.
"I'm going to give Duncan his treat, and I thought it would be appropriate
if you were it? That is, you're the girl he's going to arse fuck. After all,
it's only fair. You did me!"
I was speechless.
Not that I didn't know what to say ? I had plenty of things I wanted to say,
starting with NO! ? but I couldn't actually say anything. It was like my
voice had been disconnected from my mind. Come to think of it, I was sitting
there passively, not getting up and walking out.
I was still looking at her when she confirmed my thoughts. "Yes. You've been
drugged. It was a little concoction that Duncan mixed up for me ? he's a
pharmacist by the way ? and it should make you nice and passive. Make you do
what you're told."
"And you passed the test, as there was no way you would have swallowed
otherwise, was there?"
I quietly raged inside the prison of my own body, but continued to sit
there, until she told me to get up. I followed her instructions to the
letter, undressing, then following her into the bathroom. Hannah smeared
hair removing cream all over my body, then just left me standing there for a
while. My skin began to itch, but there was nothing I could do to ease the
irritation, until she returned, and told me to get into the shower, and wash
myself clean.
This gave me limited control over myself, and I was able to watch as my body
hair all ran down the plughole, then she ordered me out, and wrapped a
towelling bathrobe around me, before leading me into her bedroom. On the bed
I could see a corset, wig and a few other items, but I was led to the
dressing table, and sat down. Over the next hour Hannah prepared me.
She started by getting me to slip out of the top of the bathrobe, so that I
was naked from the waist up. She dried off my chest, then put a large bra on
me ? a very odd sensation to have such a constriction about my chest. Then I
saw why. She had a pair of latex breasts to fit to me. Glue was applied a to
the back of the first, then slipped it into the bra cup, to get the position
right, and hold it in place whilst the glue dried. Then the other, after
which I pulled the bathrobe back up.
She spent a good half hour on my face, starting by plucking my eyebrows, and
finishing with a bright red lipstick. Before she finished my lips, I was
made to drink another glass of 'wine', to make sue I stayed quite relaxed
about the whole thing.
I couldn't see myself, but I was wondering.
Face done, I was made to take off the towelling gown, and the bra. My
breasts ? which felt heavy now ? were firmly fixed, but she went around them
again, fixing any loose edges, then blending the join with make-up. Finally,
she collected the wig from the bed.
Now I'm pretty thin on top, and usually have it all trimmed very short
anyway, so there was nothing to attach the wig to. So out came the glue
again, and it was fixed in place onto my skull.
At last, Hannah allowed me to look in the mirror. She'd done a good job, as
staring back at me was a big breasted woman ? from the waist up anyway. The
wig was long wavy brunette, falling past my shoulders, and my face was
unrecognisable ? and not unattractive.
The second glass of wine began to take effect, and I began to even loose
concentration on simple things, so had to be instructed to stand up, sit
down?
"Now the fun really starts." said Hannah, picking up the corset. She placed
it around my chest, then as instructed, I held it in place whilst she
started on the laces. The corset tightened around me, whilst I distantly
observed it in the mirror. There were no shoulder straps, so the line of the
top was a straight line across my back and breasts, starting at just above
nipple level. The front was long, extending to a point concealing my groin,
but the legs were high cut to allow me to sit, and the back was high cut, to
fully expose my rounded posterior. The laces were gradually pulled in,
pinching in my ribcage into a much thinner profile.
By the time Hannah stopped, my profile was pretty good. My half confined
breasts had ballooned upwards, whilst my ribs tapered in to a narrow waist,
which gave way to my unrestrained hips ? hourglass.
I was instructed to sit on the bed, then shear black stockings were rolled
onto each of my legs, before I stood again, so that the suspenders could be
attached. There were six, three on each leg: One at the front, another at
the side, and the last, longest, running over the centre of each buttock.
Sitting again, Hannah slipped a pair of shoes onto my feet. They were tight,
pointed, and had a ridiculously high heel. An ankle strap held them secure,
and I watched as the straps were padlocked shut.
I was done ? almost ? so I was led over to the mirror to regard myself. I
was a bit wobbly on the heels, but managed without falling over. The only
thing to spoil the view was my limp penis dangling below the front of the
corset. I was starting to recover my senses, and I regarded the image with
interest. I knew then that I'd fuck me, given half a chance, so what chance
did I have?
"Open your mouth, slut." Hannah ordered, so I complied, to have a leather,
metal and plastic contraption fitted over it. Hooks over my teeth held my
mouth open, and these were fixed to a ring around my mouth, which in turn
was connected to straps that were buckled tightly behind my head ? under my
wig. The last thing I saw, before I had the blindfold placed over my eyes,
was the gag. It was about 4 inches long, 1 inch in diameter, and very
realistically shaped like the end of an erect cock. It was held up for my
appreciation, before it was slipped between my lips, to fill my mouth. There
were two clicks as it was snapped into place on the mouth ring.
Darkness.
I was led over to the bed, and made to lie on it, face down. My arms were
pulled up, and I felt the metal of the handcuffs around my wrists. Both
secured, I was pulled down the bed until my arms were at full stretch, at
which point, I felt Hannah tie cords around my ankles, then my legs were
pulled out straight. Suddenly my arse felt very exposed, as my legs were
pulled apart.
I sensed Hannah moving around, then she straddled me, and after some
fumbling at my back, there was a slight easing of my corset. But it was only
a prelude to tightening it up for me, now that I was so conveniently
stretched out. It was already difficult to breath with the gag in my mouth ?
it just got worse. The corset dug into my flesh, and crushed my lower ribs
and stomach.
Finally, I felt something cold at my arse. I tried to tense, but it was no
use. A cold metal tube entered, then I felt the cold liquid injected ?
Hannah was at least lubricating me before my ordeal.
"Oh yes" she announced. "You look absolutely perfect. I think Duncan is
going to have a wonderful birthday! Now you just lie there and get some
rest, because it's going to be a long night."
Then she added "By the way, a couple of things you might want to ponder on.
By the time Duncan gets here, we pretty sure that the drugs will have worn
off, so you'll be able to enjoy and participate in the experience. Well
within a few tight limits anyway!"
"And one last thing. When I said I missed your cock, I wasn't lying.
Duncan's is fantastic, but it's hard work, because he's so big. I have to
stretch my lips just to get his knob in my mouth, and I'm always sore after
he fucks me ? although when he's in me I feel so full it's fantastic!"
"Come to think of it, I'm quite glad it's not my arse he wants to rape!"
I heard the bedroom door closed, and was left alone with my thoughts.
The End
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