The Birthday Gift

by Jojo Brown

  “Are you afraid?”

  “No, Mistress. I put myself in your hands, Mistress.”

  That really wasn’t the truth though. He felt scared—of the unknown—desperate, he also wanted to find out where this would lead.

  Four

  He could hear movement around him. It sounded as though she gathered up every whip she could get her hands on. Then, suddenly her hands were on him. She was on the table with him; he could feel her moving at his side. Her hand closed around his cock again, something was different this time though. It took him a minute to figure out what the difference might be.

  She had removed her gloves. Her warm skin sliding up and down his length felt like heaven. Moving again, she climbed between his legs. Both of her hands circled his cock and slowly pumped from the base to the tip. Sure this was not allowed, he truly did not give a damn.

  He fought the urge to pump his hips in time to her strokes; he hadn’t been given permission to join in on the act and didn’t want to risk the chance of her stopping. Unable to silence the low moans escaping his throat, he tried his best to be quiet.

  When the velvety smoothness of her mouth joined her hands he momentarily lost the battle for control. Her warm breath washed over his cock as she spoke, “Do you wish permission to assist in this?”

  “Yes, Mistress. Oh, fuck, yes, Mistress.”

  The tip of her tongue flicked across the sensitive hot flesh of his head before she answered him. “Fine. You can. But you may not speak. Moaning is fine; it is expected but no speaking. Is that understood?”

  Silently, he nodded his head. The deep throaty moan would have been all he would have been able to force out anyway, when her mouth closed on him again. He was sure he felt his cock hit the back of her throat as he thrust up into her mouth. Amazingly she didn’t choke or gag; she simply kept sucking him harder, deeper.

  She gave him the best blowjob he could ever remember getting. Her tongue flew all over his length, from the slit in the tip of his head all the way down to press between his balls. She sucked his balls into her warm moist mouth, twirled her tongue all over them and gently grazed her teeth over the sac holding them.

  When she drove her mouth down onto his length again, he desperately wanted to tell her how close he was, but didn’t dare speak. Instead he moaned, loudly, insistently, thrashing his blindfolded head back and forth. His ass slapped the solid table under him as he rammed his cock into her mouth with the unbelievably fast pace set by her.

  Grant’s hands clenched into two hard fists and his toes curled on the end of ramrod straight legs as he gave one last mighty thrust upwards. He exploded forcefully into her throat. His cock felt like it would split in two with the violent force of the spurts. He had never cum so hard in his life. He wished he could see her face. He felt her throat muscles convulsing as she swallowed as hard and fast as she could, but he was sure there must have been some spillage. He would truly love to see a drop of his seed on Mistress’s chin.

  He expected her to simply let his softening cock fall from her mouth as soon as he finished filling her mouth. He was wrong again. She kept sucking and licking him, not as hard as before, but definitely with an urgency about it. The shocks that ravaged his body as she manipulated his hypersensitive flesh were unlike anything he had ever felt. He had spent more hours than he could count watching his wife’s body convulse the way his was right then and marvelled at the way it felt.

  Unbelievably, Mistress manipulated him to hardness again within minutes. Way to go old man—three raging erections in one day! He doubted that this one would be as glorious as the last two, or last as long, but he was still proud of it.

  Mistress was on the move again. Instead of getting down from the table, she straddled him. For the first time, he realized that it wasn’t only her gloves that she had removed; she had become as naked as he was. With the firmness of her fingers wrapped around the base of his cock, he felt her sliding the head between her extremely wet pussy lips. He felt her jump and twitch as it traced over her hard clit and knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that she had been playing with herself while she sucked his cock. The thought of that stiffened his erection further and he felt it press harder against her clit.

  With a soft moan, she slid the bulbous head back, to her entrance and lowered onto it. She felt like wet velvet as he slid sleekly into her wet depths. She rode him, just as well as she had sucked him.

  She slid her hot pussy up and down his length. He hit against her cervix and slid out to hover at the entrance. He wanted to hold her; to dig his fingers into the soft flesh of her hips, pull her down onto him, force her up—he wanted to fuck Mistress.

  As though she had read his mind, she bent forward and loosed his wrists. “Do—not—touch—the—blindfold.”

  Her command came in throaty gasps as she continued driving her dripping pussy down onto him.

  Grasping her bouncing hips, he pulled her down onto him as he thrust up into her with more force than he knew he had. He held her down, fully impaled on him as she wiggled and squirmed. He could feel the tension in her and knew that she was close to explosion.

  Freeing her hips, he joined her in the vigorous thrusts. His hands closed on her bouncing breasts. Her nipples were like two small stones against his palms. He kneaded the soft flesh, pinched the nipples and drove his cock into her with super-human speed.

  The first tremors of her massive orgasm pushed him over the edge too. They exploded together in loud, gasping moans. She collapsed against his chest and lay there panting to catch her breath for a moment. Grant wrapped his arms around her, almost protectively.

  Definitely not what he had expected when he walked in the door of The House of Peril, he felt more than glad at what he’d found.

  Quietly ordering him to leave the blindfold in place, Mistress slithered off him and moved to un-tie his ankles. “You may speak freely, if you wish.”

  The only thing that came to Grant’s mind at that moment was that he wanted more, afraid he had blown it. “What will happen if Lady Peril finds out about this, Mistress?”

  “How would she, or anyone else find out? I will not say anything, and as you have not been given permission to do so, neither will you. Now stay as you are and count to ten. Then you may remove your blindfold, get yourself together and leave.”

  Five

  The drive home was the happiest Grant could remember in a very long time. He had expected to feel a tad sore after shooting his load three times in an hour, but his cock felt fine. In fact it felt better than it had in a long time. On a whim he stopped at the liquor store on the way home to grab a bottle of his wife, Sue’s favourite wine. He also bought a bouquet of flowers from a vendor outside the store.

  Pulling into the garage, he pushed the button on the visor to lower the door, picked up his purchases and headed into the house. He found Sue in the kitchen, looking resplendent as usual. He didn’t know how she did it. Over the past twenty-eight years she had raised four kids, nursed every sick stray they brought home, kept an immaculate house and ran a party planning business; and still she took the time to look her best when he got home.. Something he had obviously forgotten lately.

  “Well, this is a nice surprise. You haven’t brought wine and flowers home in about fifteen years.”

  “I know,” Grant shrugged. “It’s a special day and I thought we should celebrate.”

  “True, but you are the one who should be getting the surprises, not me. After all, it is your birthday.”

  “You’re right, but is there anything wrong with me wanting to share the celebration with the woman I love?”

  Taking the flowers from him to snip the stems and place them in the vase she had gotten out, Sue planted a quick kiss on his cheek. “Not at all.”

  He wrapped his arms around her and held her tightly to him. “I have been rather slack in the romance department lately and I wanted you to know how much I appreciate you. Do we have the house to ourselves tonight, as planned?”

 
“We do indeed. Matt is at Sally’s cottage with her parents and Elisha is spending the night at Brenda’s.”

  “Good,” he smiled reaching into his back pocket. “Then I have another little surprise for you.”

  When she saw the soft leather blindfold, her face was a mask of surprise and slight shock. “Are you saying what I think you are saying?”

  “I am saying that I think it is your turn to wear this. This afternoon was amazing, but I think you need to know what it feels like to have one of you senses cut off, too, Mistress. I’m just sorry we don’t have any whips or one of those boards around anywhere.”

  Pulling the drawer next to the sink open, Sue pulled out the whip—a gift from Lady Peril—and slapped it against her thigh. “I am sure you have some plywood around here somewhere that could be quite useful. I know how handy you are with all those tools you have out in the garage.”

  Pulling her to him, Grant kissed his wife deeply, taking the time to taste every inch of her warm mouth. When he finally pulled back he whispered against her gasping lips, “Thanks for the amazing birthday present.”

  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  “We all have fantasies, I just write them out!”

  Jojo was born in London, England in 1961 and brought to Ontario, Canada at the age of three. She has been an army wife, in Oromocto, New Brunswick, during her first marriage. She’s also been a farm girl all over southern Ontario, a waitress, seamstress, party planner, wedding coordinator and videographer, personal care worker and costume designer. Now happily settled with husband number two and three daughters, she enjoys the small town life. With so much quiet time to devote to her writing, she lets the muses take her where they may.

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