Birthday Massage

It’s my birthday and we’re having a lazy morning in bed.  After I open my cards and presents, we sit in pajamas drinking tea and chatting.  Then Mrs. Brit goes off to the bathroom.  I hear her having a quick “freshen-up”.  As she turns off the taps, I slip out of bed and follow suit.  When I return to bed she is nude, on her front and up on her haunches.  My eyes glide over her bum and up to her breasts. 

She looks coyly over her shoulder at me.  “What would you like next, birthday boy?”

Typically when she is waiting face-down on the bed, I would move to give her a massage, but today I say, “Well, as it’s my birthday, I think it’s my turn for a massage!” 

I hold my hard cock against my belly to lay on my front.  She grabs the oil and pours a liberal dose of it all over my back; I flinch at the cold feeling before she begins to rub it in and up over my shoulders.  I relax into the sensation of her loving hands.  She doesn’t rush.

“I love your hands,” I sigh in enjoyment, using the phrase she usually uses when I’m massaging her.  I hum my appreciation of her firm touch.  “That’s sooo good!  But, uh, I have bad thoughts about you, Miss.”

“Oh no, you are a good boy,” she replies.

“But I want you to punish my bad thoughts about my masseuse.  I have to confess I’m dreaming about your pussy.”

I reach down and pull out the black and red flogger from the bedside drawer.  She takes it and brushes the soft leathery strands across my bum.  I know that she loves using it on me.  It gives her a thrill and I love the sting.

She bends close.  “If I use this on you, it will make my pussy very, very wet,” she whispers in my ear.

“When you’re done with me, you’ll just have to soothe my red ass with all that cream then, Miss,” I answer with a smirk.

“I will have to do just that, sir,” she rejoins, lifting the flogger and pausing.  

That tantalising wait . . .

The knowledge that the thwack is coming . . .

Then the smack! It is a bit light and she knows it, so she follows it up with a second harder one.  There’s that beautiful link between pleasure and pain and my cock throbs.  I can see her face.  She relishes doing this; it makes her feel powerful and naughty all at the same time.  And it is flooding her, I know.  I love giving her this. 

To boost her confidence, I encourage her.  “Oh thank you, Miss.  That’s so good!” 

She brings it down again, and again, then brushes it across the cheeks, allowing the strands to slip between my thighs to tickle my balls, before withdrawing it to slap my bum again.  

After eight or ten stripes she looks hungrily down at my reddening ass.  “I fantasise about you too, sir.  You can have me if you like,” she says, lifting one leg to kneel astride me.  “Let my creamy pussy soothe that stinging ass of yours.”

She rocks her hips, grinding into my bum, the wet sounds giving away the extent of her arousal as she uses my bum to give herself pleasure. 

“Oh she loves that!” she sighs, referring to her pussy, spreading her own massage juice all over me. 

She moves off and sits down next to me.  I stop her.  “No, I want you on all fours, please.” 

So she crawls up the bed to make room and hovers over me.  I move between her feet, then lie on my back to gaze up at her glistening lips.  They are oh so beautiful, so very wet! I reach up and pull her hips down so she nestles her sweetness down into my waiting open mouth, and I lick her deep and slow. The sound of plentiful, sticky girl-cum is music to both our ears.  

She groans loudly.  I can tell she is already close as I drink in the milky results of her own arousal.  She’s so soft, smooth, and swollen and I nuzzle in, loving the feeling.  In response she begins to move her hips around, lifting her labia from my mouth and using my whole face for her pleasure, revelling in the feeling of using my nose to please her button. 

“I love using your face!” she cries out, moving her hips round and round, spreading her juices all over me, before settling her clit back into my mouth.  I suck and lick it until I sense I have it just right—I can tell by her yells of “Yes, yes, YES!”—then I repeat the licking over and over as her wails get louder and louder, her climax exploding in my mouth.  Oh that wonderful feeling of elation I get by giving this to her!  The erotic intimacy of oral sex is one of my favourite things!

When she can take no more, she pulls away, taking her pussy from me.  She rolls onto her back and reaches to take her inhaler, breathing in two puffs to recover from the tightness in her chest.  

But my thirst is not yet satiated.  I gaze at her pussy, inviting me to come and drink, so I settle on my front between her thighs and begin again to lap softly.  I know she is tender and the zing of her first orgasm still grips her.  I go slow and gentle, tasting the drips of her ecstasy on her swollen lips.  She sighs into relaxation and I lick over and over, unrushed and grateful.  When I feel her knees part a little more, her sexual fervour subsiding, I delve deeper, those tender lips easily parting to welcome my tongue inside.  And the juices there, so plentiful, sticky, and delicious, feed my thirst so freely.  It is a haven of cream enveloped in a tender cocoon.  I love it here and I pour my love and fervour into her. 

Minutes pass as I quench my thirst for this and she sighs over and over.  I move a little higher and hear her whimper at the feel of her nub being aroused again.  She takes my head in her hands.  I press the flat of my tongue firmly on her clit and she trembles at the sensation. 

“Yes, yes!” she moans, gripping my hair, holding tight. 

I press a little harder, moving just a little from side to side.  The pressure of my tongue on her is driving her crazy as I feel her begin to quake, her mouth releasing sounds of desperation.  The climax comes hard and powerful and her hips buck at the orgasm.  I revel in the moment.  I love doing this.  The wail that comes from her starts quiet but goes on and on, louder and louder, a long cry only interrupted by quick gasps to regain breath before continuing until she finally pushes me away, though I manage a couple of deep licks inside to take her plentiful honey into my needy mouth.

We both roll back on our pillows as she gets her breath back, and I start stroking my hard member.  She watches wantonly.

“Do you want to cum in my pussy or my mouth?” she whispers.

I love being inside her, but she is sooo good with her mouth; it’s a skill she has been using more in the past year, I am very lucky to say! I accept the offer of her mouth gratefully.

She kneels between my legs and bends down, her hair falling on my thighs and belly.  Her tongue licks the underside of my cock.  I am so aroused by my own oral-giving that it wouldn’t take much to tip me over.  She knows that and starts slow.  Softly she laps at my balls.  I sigh and relax into her gentle, sexy loving. 

When she finally moves to take me in her mouth, I have calmed a little, and I close my eyes to enjoy the pure dreamy sensation of her lips and tongue. Adding her hand, she gets me wetter and wetter, alternatively sucking and twisting her palm around the throbbing head.  It’s all slick and moist and my orgasm is building in her soft lips.  

I begin to groan, trying to hold back, but soon yell out and she responds perfectly.  Her mouth is so amazing and my cum spurts in her.  I can just barely hear her moaning over my own yelling.  The best orgasms are loud and I’m so grateful for an empty nest in this respect.  It’s all wonderfully messy in her mouth now and a second spurt of jizz adds to the lubricated hand and lips swirling around my cock.  Oh what a sensational feeling!  She keeps sucking and twisting and the orgasm goes on and on.  I howl noisily as a third dose of cum adds to the celebrations. She doesn’t stop her fantastic treatment until I tell her to. 

She sits up, wiping her face and hand, and says with a smile, “Happy birthday!”