Birthday - FFM

I’d chosen this hotel specifically because of the furniture, one piece in particular at that. Sturdy and covered in velvet of the darkest emerald, the wingback chair was a stark contrast to the rest of the suite which was neutral.

You find me draped provocatively over it, legs stretched out, my gown blending in with it well enough that it takes you a second glance to realise that I’m wearing anything at all.

You hold your hands out to me and I let you help me to my feet, standing still while you rake your gaze over me, before pushing you into the recliner chair beside it, flicking the bottom of it up as a song starts playing.

I rise slowly, raising my left leg to drape over your right shoulder, the gown slipping away from it, revealing the smooth skin and barely covered pussy to you. I start grinding my leg and pussy gently into your erection over and over, making you moan.

I lean into you, nibbling on your ear, a hand curling into your hair. “Relax, this is the best dance you’re ever going to get. Enjoy it.”

I pull your head down slightly, bringing it to my breast, letting out a soft sigh as you slowly, delicately tickle my nipple with your tongue as I continue grinding into you.

One of your hands comes to rest on my breast and I dip my head down, taking a finger into my mouth, licking and sucking on it.

You close your eyes, moaning softly, focusing on the sensation while I continue licking, sucking, grinding.

I raise my face to yours, breathing softly and you open your eyes as I press a kiss on your ear, peppering them down your neck and lightly touching my lips to yours, drawing away before you can deepen it.

You look into my eyes pleadingly, following my gaze down to your lap, noticing that your zipper is undone, the fly area open, exposing your hard cock.

You reach behind me, tugging at the pin in my hair, freeing it and feeling the locks tumble down over your arms.

I turn, my back to you, lowering first the right strap, then the left. Bending down in front of you, I lean back, my head on the edge of the recliner seat, giving you the perfect view down my chest as I slowly lower the gown past my breasts.

I rise up, rubbing my back on your chest, pulling the gown down my waist to reveal the matching suspender and g string set.

I lean backwards, resting my head against your shoulder, bringing your hands to my breasts, circling my hips, grinding my ass against your erection.

I lower myself into your lap, raising my legs one at a time and making a show of sliding the gown over one leg then the other before discarding it on the ground at your feet, leaving me in nothing but the lingerie set.

I turn, my chest to yours, “No touching,” I breathe into your ear, hands on your shoulders, pushing down to balance myself as I shift on your lap. Your hands fall from my hips with a soft sigh, you drop your forehead to rest against mine.

My hands move from your shoulders to your chest, fingers slowly unbuttoning your flannel while I tease you.

I grind slowly against your front, up and down, left and right, in slow, tantalising circles, listening as your breathing deepens, watching as your eyes darken.

You let a soft mewl of disappointment as I peel away from you, hands reaching for me, I smack your hands away and shoot you a smirk over my shoulder as I turn around and bend over shaking my ass in your face.

“sada možeš dodirnuti.”

“Hmm?”

“You can touch now,” I say as I sit up and slide down your body, back against your chest, my covered pussy just barely touching your erection.

Your hands find my thighs, running over the silk of my stockings, the strap on the suspender, up my side.

I move gently against your erection enough to tease you so you can feel me there, pulling your hands up, moaning at the feel of your rough hands fondling my breasts, pebbling the smooth skin as you roll a nipple between your fingers.

I grab your right hand, placing it on my waist then, grabbing your left, rest it on my thigh.

I nibble on your ear, whispering to you seductively, bringing your hands from where they sit to over my shoulders, leaning forward and putting my hands on your knees, standing in between your legs, grinding my covered pussy against your erection, smiling as I feel it grow.

I run my fingers along the inside of your thighs, moving my body further between your legs, rubbing my chest over your groin, looking up at you.

I barely notice as you slip the suspender from my waist or tug the gstring down, only catching on when I feel the pad of your finger against the entrance of my vagina.

I straddle one of your legs, pushing my pussy right up against your cock, grinding against you. One arm is wrapped around your shoulders for balance, the other traces through your chest hair to a nipple, tweaking and rolling it as I grind into your bulge.

“Your jeans leave nothing to imagination, Daddy,” I reach forward, lightly grazing the top of your left thigh, fingernails tracing along the ridge of your pocket, down beside the throbbing erection.

I look up at you through my lashes, trying “Do you like to be masturbated through your jeans, Daddy?”

You gasp softly and I reach my hand into your undone fly, squeezing your erection as the song ends.

I give myself a minute between songs and use it to try something different.

I guide you back into the chair, and reposition myself over you 69 style, my ass practically in your face, my nose against your erection.

The song starts up and I twerk each cheek in time to it, moaning softly when you grab my ass, picking up speed in time with the song. I reach behind and gently slap my ass invitingly, you take the hint and lay a hard, bare-handed smack firmly on the other ass cheek.

Your hands fist in my hair, pulling me towards you, arching me back against you and I settle into your warmth, resting on you for a moment before turning in your lap.

“I have a present for you,” I whisper against the shell of your ear softly as the song ends, brushing a lock of hair out of your face. “It’s waiting in the bedroom, but first you’ll need this.”

I pull a tie from the table beside you, tying it loosely around your head to cover your eyes, pulling you to your feet then leading you to the bedroom.

I sit you on the edge of the bed, hands at your sides, legs apart. Satisfied that you’re secured, I greet Montse in the doorway to the room with a quick peck to the lips.

Where I am tall and fair and blonde, Montse is the complete opposite: golden skinned and dark featured and all curves for days. She is attractive with stunning Mediterranean features; full, curly black hair and smouldering dark eyes and just oozes with an exotic sensuality.

Montse crosses the room to stand between your legs, close enough that your bodies are almost touching. Feeling the warmth, your hands instantly go to her hips but she smacks them away playfully and they fall to your sides as she straddles one of your legs, settling herself over your thigh, scooting herself almost impossibly closer to you and grinding, pressing her full breasts into your chest.

You let out a soft groan but otherwise remain impossibly still, your breathing deepening as she gets higher up your thigh, almost touching your cock. You don’t see it but she reaches a hand behind to me and I follow her wordless command, stepping over, sliding myself onto your other leg, grabbing your hands and placing them onto her hips where you grip.

I feel rather than hear the hitch in your breath as you realise what is happening and Montse leans toward me, turning her body to kiss me in a long, wet kiss that leaves us slightly breathless. I don’t realise she has slipped your blindfold off until I feel your arm around my waist, pulling my attention to you.

“Amor,” she murmurs, cupping your cheek with a hand; your head swivels to her. “Happy birthday,” she says sultrily, rolling her rs, grinding into you, pulling you down to her level for a large, open-mouthed kiss, smearing your mouth with what remains of her lipstick.

“What would you like, Amor?”

“You,” you whisper breathlessly. “Both of you. Now.”

Montse smirks, murmuring something about you being impatient and she drops her arms from your neck, kissing her way down your way. You close your eyes at the sensation as she slips off your leg to kneel on the ground at your feet, her hands pulling your jeans down and off your legs to gain better access to you. Your hands tangle in her hair, mussing it as she flicks her tongue in slow, experimental strokes over your hard, throbbing cock.

Satisfied you’re being taken care of for now, I slip from the bed to the kitchen, retrieving the cake along with the necessary serving items and a can of whipped cream.

By the time I return Montse has you almost impossibly hard, moaning softly as she continues bobbing away on your erection.

I set everything save for the can of whipped cream on your bedside table then stand behind Montse, urging her up and onto her feet, off your dick and she stands at the edge of the bed, panting slightly.

You watch, eyes dark and aroused as I brush the hair from her neck and to the side, kissing and nibbling the exposed flesh, drawing softy needy moans from her as I slide my hand down and around, settling on kneading one of her her perfect breasts and rolling her nipple between my fingers.

I shake the can of whipped cream with my other hand and spray it onto Montse’s other nipple, a perfect little white star against the tan of her chest and you lean forward, pressing your face to it, sucking and licking the cream off in smooth, talented strokes. We repeat it with the other breast and nipple.

You work each nipple three, four times licking around the areola, up and down over the sensitive peak, slightly wandering to the firm flesh of her breasts, taking them into your mouth and releasing them with a ‘pop’. Your arms come around her back, anchoring her to you as she giggles and squirms in your arms, moaning at each lick and nibble on her skin and sensitive spots.

My hand slides to her sternum as I spray the cream slightly higher over her nipples towards her collarbone, and you hold her in place, using your nose and cheeks to smear the cream all over her skin, over and between her breasts, up her neck to her chin, down her flat stomach to the line of her knickers.

I continue nibbling on her neck, harder now, trying to keep her somewhat still as you bend your head, licking her clean of the cream. Once she’s clean, wetness floods me as you kiss her passionately, your hands kneading her breasts, her small hands fondling your cock and balls.

I look up at you, meeting your eyes over the top of her head, they’re dark with arousal and you let out a soft groan as she fondles you particularly roughly.

I tug on Montse’s hair, pulling her face to mine and crushing my lips to her in a deep kiss. To her credit she turns with me, sinking into the kiss, her tongue battling mine.

I love kissing you but this feels so different. Her lips are more supple, skin silky here it rubs mine instead of your rough stubble, her moans and touches soft and lilting, stirring something in me.

My mouth teases Montse’s and she smiles against my mouth then shoves me onto the mattress, whispering to me in Spanish to straddle your face with my pussy. I let out a surprised laugh and do as commanded, curious to see what she will do next.

She takes the can and, shaking it, squirts it all over your chest and down your stomach to just before your cock.

She licks my way down slowly, your chest hair tickling her nose as she tongues over and down your body, stopping only once she has reached your cock.

Montse is mischievous but not much of a dirty talker, which I know you love, so I pipe up for her as your tongue is lapping my clit.

“You like my hands on your cock?” I ask, as she gently traces the underside of your hard, throbbing cock with a fingertip. You moan in response. “Wait until my mouth is on it. Sucking your shaft, licking the head of your cock, giving you head. You're in for a real treat.”

Montse punctuates every one of my words with a rub over your hard shaft, your eyes are closed and you’re moaning softly, muffled by my pussy and thighs.

Montse sprays the cream into her mouth and licks your cock from the base allllll the way to the tip, heavy on saliva and cream, the lubrication heightening the experience for you.

I rock on your face, moaning throatily as you tongue my g spot, hands gripping my hips roughly, anchoring me to you as Montse spreads your legs further apart, kissing your thighs, her loose hair tickling your balls and erection as she works her way all up and around your groin.

She pulls one of your balls into her mouth, swishing it inside her mouth before switching to the other one, stroking your thighs with her hands.

She tenderly licks your balls, using soft hot breaths to warm them, her tongue moving them around, her lips enveloping your entire sack up to the root of your hard, throbbing cock.

She drops your balls from her mouth, drenching her mouth with saliva and the cream still smeared over your cock and starting at the root, works her way up to the underside of the head of your cock.

She teases you with long, slow licks up and down your shaft before clamping her lips around the head of your shaft, fondling your balls with her hand, taking you deep inside her mouth.

She slowly bobs up and down in time to your panting, breathy moans, sliding her hands under you to squeeze your butt.

You buck your hips into her, face fucking her as she swirls her tongue around you, becoming firmer with her sucking, giving you a slow sloppy blowjob.

She lets go of your dick with a pop, stopping to tease you about something, hating to remove your cock even for a moment but knowing the dirty talk works on you just as much.

She returns to sucking your cock, and I am vocal with my pleasure. Montse is buried completely in your lap, your cock fully in her mouth and throat, your thighs against her cheeks.

Your groans are getting louder and louder, your breathing more desperate, she firmly works your cock, noticing your balls drawing closer to your thighs signalling your orgasm is imminent.

She hums softly at that, intending to milk you dry, licking and sucking ith increased force.

She suck faster, moaning more gutturally as she prepares to finish you off, her pace and intensity growing with each trip up and down your cock. she make loud slurping and sucking noises, feeling your cock tighten and shake in her mouth.

You start contracting, cock flexing as you are about to cum when suddenly Montse pulls away and you growl, frustrated as being cuckolded. You reach for her and she dances just out of reach of your arm, teasing you, wanting you to chase her.

She starts to play with her nipples, the other hand tracing the outline of her pussy through her knickers and I quickly roll over and off of you and you get to your feet, stepping behind her.

Your hand sweeps over her breast, squeezing, the other disappearing into her knickers, massaging the slick folds. I watch as her eyes close as she writhes against you, the sound of her long drawn out moans arousing us all.

She reaches behind to grasp your cock. Your eyes close as she strokes you and I bite my lip, enjoying seeing you like this, sinking into the moment while at the same time trying to remain in control.

The sight of you kneading her, the sounds you both make have me drenched, I watch as her mouth falls open, breaths coming in quick gasps, shuddering against you as she cums on your fingers.

You groan, kissing her throat as her hand milks you, edging you so close to cumming again and you push her face first into the bed, positioning her on her hands and knees.

I flip and slide underneath Montse, my mouth on her pussy, her mouth on mine. I move to rim her ass, lubricating it for you, moving my mouth away as you spray cream into her tight hole then spread her cheeks and enter her in a shallow thrust.

I tongue Montse’s pussy, dribbling saliva onto her clit and over the sensitive nub while your cock slips into her ass, thrusting away.

You moan at the tightness, the wetness, the sounds she makes, fully enjoying every second. You change it up every few thrust leaving hard, open handed smacks against her ass, reddening the flesh, occasionally sneaking a hand down to pinch at my nipples, making me wet, not that I need it, not at the moment.

I love watching you with other women.

I think it’s something you underestimate. I love to play (mostly, almost exclusively) with other women, and I love watching you with them, seeing you bring them to and over the edge. Just seeing you, hearing you like this with the exaggerated moans and authoritative commands has me on edge and dripping wet.

Montse lets out a long, husky moan as you hit a particular spot and her tongue flicks out to lick along my pussy, my back bowing and stomach tensing. Her mouth felt so soft and warm as she slipped her tongue between my folds, licking from the bottom of my pussy up the top. I watch as you dig your fingers into her hips, sinking into her before pulling out and slamming back in, she pushed her tongue into me in rhythm with you.

You drive into her from behind, her cries are muffled against my pusst but send a thrill of excitement shooting through me and I desperately jerk my hips closer to her, sucking in a sharp breath as her tongue slides over my clit.

She slipped two fingers inside me, massaging my inner walls while her tongue teased my clit. I let out a deep sigh and move against her mouth, sliding my palms over my torso.

You pick up your pace, plunging deeper inside her, the air filled with the sound of your hips smacking into her ass and out combined moans. Montse olts against my as you push her harder, pulling my clit between her lips and sucking and I tip my head back, moaning gutturally as I lift my hips and, desperate for release, come apart beneath her, jerking and moaning with the last spasms of my orgasm.

She finally let out a long moan and her body tensed against mine. "Oh god, oh god, oh god. Fuck. Fuucckk." Her limbs quivered, her harsh cries combined with the dull slapping of your thrusts.

Montse lets out a whimper as you hold her in place, almost bending her in half to finish and holding her there. Her mouth leaves my pussy as she focuses on riding out her orgasm, her body tensing tighter and she explodes, collapsing on top of me in a fit of shivering and heavy breathing.

You follow close behind, cumming with a groan, rolling from her and to the side, laying flat on your back.

I work my way up, pressing kisses against your body, turning so my back is to you as I straddle your hips. Your arms roam my back, encouraging me onto your cock and

I arch into you, and your hands slide from my back to gripping my ass, hosting me up higher so that your cock is aligned with my ass and, after a quick lubing I let the head of your cock into my ass.

Montse has taken my previous position on your face and you suck her clit, eliciting a series of moans from her. You groan against her at how wet and tight we both are, how good it eels and it takes all of my self control to not sink all the way down onto you, and I slowly take you in inch by agonising inch, slowly but firmly.

I roll against you, pushing my hips into you, trying to take you deeper, feeling your circle inside me, driven mad by the feel of your hard, throbbing cock filling me, pushing and stretching the boundaries of my inner walls,

You pull out slightly, before slamming all the way back in, making me whimper as you push on my g spot, then moan as we settle into a fast, rocking motion, getting quicker, more intense as our orgasms build.

Montse leans forward, using her chin to nudge my hair away from my neck, suckling on the sensitive skin there, bringing me over the edge as you use your low, authoritative voice to tell me you’re cumming and that I need to cum for you.

I feel the first pulse of your cock and squeeze my kegels in response, you cum with a series of groans as my tight ass milks you, squeezing and releasing uncontrollably, meeting every pulse of your cock with a contraction as I ride my orgasm out on your cock, squeezing every last drop off cum out of you, my orgasm made more intense by hearing the intensity and passion from you.

Montse and I roll off to either side of you, snuggling into your chest. We’re still, panting, remaining like that as we catch our breath.