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Paul's Birthday

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Been inspired to write a short story after some bad thoughts. Let me know what you think as a start...

It was coming up to my buddy Paul's birthday. Paul was a bit of a tragic figure. He dropped out of college when we were kids and got a job in IT, then when times got hard had to give up his apartment and move back with his parents. He's not in the best shape, dr1nk5 a bit too much, and personal hygiene isn't always up to scratch, but we'd known him for years - I went to high school with him and he'd introduced me to Louise all those years ago.

Paul was also not very lucky with the ladies. When we were younger we used to joke he was trying to remake The 40 Year Old Virgin, and since then he's barely dated at all. We've never discussed it, but I think he's still on track to remake the movie.

His birthday was coming up and Louise was insistent we get him a gift. She'd delegated the task to me and, after some thought, I came up with the perfect gift. On his birthday Paul came round, and the night went as usual. We got pizza in, put the little ones to bed and had a few beers. The three of us were making small talk for a bit until Louise asked me where his present was.

"I got him a great gift, babe. Just what he needs." I looked at Paul and grinned.
"Well, where is it?" She whispered
"It's not really a 'where', it's a 'what', really"
"OK" she fake-smiled. "WHAT is it?"
"Easy" I replied. "It's you"

To be continued...
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Pls. continue
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Louise and Paul both looked confused. "I don't understand..." Louise stuttered. I explained my thinking. "I thought, as a special present to Paul for his birthday, I'd let him, well, fuck you."

They both bristled at the last two words. Paul looked visibly uncomfortable, unable to form any words of protest or approval. Louise just looked shocked, rather than angry. "Can... I speak to you in the kitchen...?" She asked with fake politeness. "If you must. Won't be a minute, Paul. Make yourself comfy."

"What the fuck are you playing at!?!" Louise hissed at me once we were out of earshot.
"It's easy" I said. "I want you to go back in there, and fuck Paul."
"I can't believe you said that. I can't! I won't! I..." she stammered.
I stepped close to her. "You always told me you had a thing for him. Before us, you thought about him, right?"
Silence
"RIGHT?"
"I suppose..." she trailed off
"Then what's the difference? Go in there and make him happy"
"That was years ago. Now he's..." she couldn't bring herself to say she didn't find him physically attractive. She looked at the floor.
"You tell me you want me to be more dominant" I said as I put my hand under her chin and raised her gaze. "This is what it looks like. Go in there. And fuck him."
"But..." Louise pouted.
"No buts. You've told me you used to be quite the party girl before we met. Now show me." I spun her round roughly so she faced the kitchen door. I held her neck with my left hand as my right dove into her jeans. "You're even getting wet at the idea, aren't you, you little slut?"
Louise protested and pushed against me. "No, I..."
I whispered in her ear "Don't fucking argue with me, slut. Get in there and fuck him!" I pushed her through the door and back into the lounge. Louise stopped halfway across the floor.

Paul still sat there, looking confused and embarrassed. He started to stand up. "Listen," he began, "I think I should probably..." "Don't be silly. We've talked it out" I assured him. "Sit yourself down. Happy birthday. Louise...?" Louise pouted and stamped like a schoolg1rl. Tears welled in her eyes through anger and embarrassment. I pushed her to the couch and dropped her to her knees. I sat in the chair opposite.

"Now," I started. "take off Paul's pants" Louise shook her head. "Undo his fucking pants!" I repeated. Louise's mascara ran as she undid Paul's belt and pants, exposing the threadbare jockey shorts underneath. Paul looked down at Louise over his stained t shirt. He lifted himself as Louise removed his jeans. He couldn't help but grin.

Louise removed his drawers, revealing Paul's penis. He was uncut and his pubic hair was thick and matted. Louise slowly began manipulating it with two fingers with a look of barely concealed disgust. "Put it in your mouth." I told her flatly. She shot me a look of horror. "Do it." I repeated with no emotion. She tentatively licked the tip, barely suppressing the urge to gag. She closed her eyes tight, her mascara streaming now, and continued to try and coax an erection out of Paul. I told her to peel back his foreskin, which she did, revealing his dirty glans. He attempted to make excuses for the cleanliness of his cock, but I shushed him. "Louise will clean it, won't you?" By now she was no longer protesting, but had started softly sobbing. "Put it in your mouth, and clean it up" I instructed her. She wordlessly placed his flaccid member in her mouth. She sucked him once, then had to break away to cough and retch. "Once more. Until it's clean" I told her. "It needs to be clean before it goes in your little cooch." Louise looked at me stunned, but still had Paul's cock in her mouth. "Oh yes, babe. When I said fuck him, I meant fuck him". Her eyes closed again, more mascara fell.

By now Paul was erect, his eyes rolled back in his head. "She sucks a good dick, doesn't she?" I asked. He nodded his approval. Just you wait until you get in her pussy. You'll love it. In fact, let's have a look at the goods. Get up, slut."

Louise got to her feet. I pulled her over to by the TV, standing behind her once more, my arm round her shoulder. Her face was streaked with mascara now, but the sobbing had stopped. She had a look of steely defiance as she stared into the middle distance. "What do you think, buddy?" I asked. "Ain't she something?

Paul sat on the couch, his member twitching at the thought of having Louise to himself. He looked every inch the IT nerd; stretched, stained shirt, unkempt beard, pale legs. He struggled to pull himself upright. "She sure is" he panted as he reached forward. "Are you a boob man, or an ass man, Paul? I asked. He hesitated. "Uhhh, boobs normally..." he replied. "Excellent" I said, lifting Louise's t shirt to expose her bra. Paul approached slowly, almost breathlessly. "Touch them, buddy. They're yours for the night."

Paul slowly extended a shaking hand to touch Louise. Then, with a bit more confidence, he extended a second and grasped at Louise's breasts, rolling them around his hands and lifting them out of her plain gray t shirt bra. While he pawed at her flesh I once again dipped a hand into her jeans, probing and exploring her pussy, noticing that despite her protests she was soaking wet.

"She likes you, buddy!" I exclaimed. Louise shifted her weight and looked skywards, trying to hide her shame. "Look!" I said as I withdrew my slick fingers. I could feel the heat as Louise blushed. Paul grinned, obviously feeling much less self conscious. "Do you like being treated like a slut?" I asked Louise. She didn't answer. I pulled her ponytail, tilting her head up, and asking her again. "Do you like being treated like a slut?" "Yes!" she gasped. "Yes!" I held my grip on her ponytail while grinding her butt and whispering filthy things as she pushed back. "You like being passed around like a cheap whore? Eating strange dick, being manhandled by anyone?" Louise groaned in pleasure. "Thank me for making you fuck Paul. Thank Paul for treating you like the bitch you are." "Thank you for giving me to Paul. Thank you for showing me what I am, Paul"

"Do you want to see the rest?" I asked, but without waiting for a reply I undid Louise's jeans and dropped them, and her plain black panties, to her thighs. Paul took a long look at the slick, sweet, neatly trimmed hair around the first pussy he'd seen in real life. He reached for it but I stopped him.

"You know, I'm not sure you're good enough to be a real whore." I told Louise, who looked at me hurt. "I mean, jeans and a t shirt? No lingerie? Does that sound like a slut to you?" Louise looked confused. I whirled her around to face me and squeezed her face with my hand. "Why don't you go upstairs and make yourself into a proper whore?" Louise smiled. "Go turn yourself into the slut you are. Be a proper present". Louise pulled up her jeans and went upstairs to change. I motioned Paul to sit down on the couch.

"Another beer while we wait?" I asked.
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And some of my inspirations for this theme:









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Some more:









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In my mind's eye, the fourth photo in post 4 fits Paul to a tee !
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I brought Paul another beer, and moved to sit on the chair so we weren't facing each other. It was hard to make conversation with him half-naked, and it seemed like an age waiting for Louise to reappear. Finally we heard footsteps. Paul craned his neck to look at his slut for the night.

Louise stood on the stairs. She was nearly naked, but the devil was in the detail. She wore black platform pumps and hold up stockings, teamed with large hoop earrings, and a tight lace ch0ker around her neck.

"Not bad, slut." I told her. "Now get your ass down here and give this man his present." She swayed down the stairs and stood in front of Paul. He sat, almost paralysed with fear. He reached out to touch her, but I stopped him. "Hold on. You ever seen a woman touch herself, Paul?" "No..." he replied. "Looks like it's your lucky night. Lay down, whore. Show him what you've got." On hearing my words, Louise fell to the floor. I commanded her to lays on her back, and tuck her heels under her ass. "Now open your knees, slut. Touch yourself."

Louise's hand fell to her crotch and began to caress her clit. Paul lent forward to get a better look. His cock was hard again now, he was nearly drooling. Louise's hips began to rise and fall as she played with herself.

"You see, Paul" I said, "real life is much better than porn. Louise here looks quite respectable, doesn't she? But she's got a real fire in her skirt. Louise likes being called mean names, don't you, whore?" Louise nodded. "Before we got married, Louise used to fuck on the first date. Louise used to do it bareback with virtual strangers, didn't you? Tell the man." Louise looked at Paul "I used to go home with guys I just met and let them fuck me" she repeated. "She lets me touch her in the car while we're driving around. She's been for a ride down the freeway, stripped naked. You liked that, didn't you? Having the truckers looking at you? But she's real dirty in bed. Louise likes being stretched, don't you, whore? She likes having a whole hand in her pussy. Show Paul."

As directed, she slipped three fingers in her pussy. "Good girl." I moved closer and grabbed a handful of her scalp and gently pulled her hair. "Louise likes having her hair pulled, and her ass slapped. Louise likes the feel of hot cum on her tits." I bent down and whispered in her ear. "But Louise REALLY likes it when you play with her ass. She likes it when I lick it. She gets off when I slide a finger in it. But she loves it when I slide my cock in her tight little ass. "

By now Louise was red in the face, nearing orgasm. "But she's also got a party trick, haven't you, slut? Ever seen a woman squirt, Paul? I mean REALLY squirt, not that fake **** on the internet?" He didn't answer. "Watch this. Cum, slut. Cum for Paul." Louise's legs shook and she gasped, then groaned, as she expressed a puddle of cum from her pussy. "More" I demanded, and she worked her pussy faster until the puddle on the floor grew and grew. "That's enough, whore. Remember, this isn't about you. What do you think, buddy?"

Paul was sat, speechless, slowly massaging his cock. I returned to my seat and Louise continued slowly playing with herself. "Now Louise has had her fun, it's your turn. You know now she'll do pretty much anything. What do you want to try, buddy? What's the dirtiest thing you've seen in porn, Paul?"

Paul shifted on the couch and looked a bit embarrassed. "Well..." he started...
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Damn good tale of coercion within the marriage, along with hubby showing his dominant side. I do hope there will be more of this.
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Really hot. I had to do my MASTER's gross uncle. Disgusting and hot as fire at the same time.
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donna4blackuse:
Really hot. I had to do my MASTER's gross uncle. Disgusting and hot as fire at the same time.

Yes Donna, but when your Master commands that you do a certain thing, you don't quibble about it, even if distasteful, you show obedience and get on and do it. I remember reading your account of this, I was impressed then, i still am now. In many ways you're a shining example of an 'owned' married white woman and maternal parent, but her body definitely belongs to her black Master. Bryan is one very lucky guy! xx
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Kenny, I try and make sure he feels lucky.
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"Ummm..." Paul managed. He still looked uneasy as he shifted his weight a bit and removed his pants while gazing at Louise, who still lay on the floor in front of him. Almost absentmindedly, he slowly massaged his cock as he thought. He stammered "Would she..." before tailing off. "Don't ask me. Tell her." I said to him. "Can you...dance...? A bit...for me?" He volunteered. "I think you mean, 'dance, whore', don't you?" I corrected him. He nodded in agreement.

Louise stood and started slowly gyrating for us. Hands held high above her head, swinging her hips from side to side and slowly turning on the spot. Slowly she brought her hands down, caressing her tits, then her stomach and hips. I sat in the chair with a beer, watching the scene as Paul continued to jerk slowly. "Do you like her?" I asked. Again, Paul just nodded, transfixed. "You keep jerking like that you won't get to enjoy your present properly, buddy. Why don't you let her do it for you? Crawl to him, bitch."

On command, Louise dropped to all fours and slowly crawled towards Paul. She opened his knees and started slowly massaging his cock head for him. "Don't forget to work the balls" I called across and Louise dropped her head down to lick Paul's testicles. He closes his eyes and rolled his head back, groaning quietly.

Louise looked like she was getting into it now. Time to remind her this wasn't about her, and I had just the plan. "Hey, Paul, I've got an idea. You've heard of rimming, right? Wanna try it?" Louise sat upright and shot me a look of panic as Paul nodded slowly. "But..." "Don't argue, slut. Eat that man's ass." Paul moved to the end of the couch and lifted his legs, revealing his sweaty thighs and asscrack. Louise was visibly shocked and backed away. "Eat. His. Ass." I repeated. She shook her head.

I stood up and approached her. I gently cradled her chin with my hand "I can't... I don't want to..." she whispered. I shushed her, and told her it was alright. "I won't make you do anything you don't want to. It's not about what I want. It's about Paul." I said as I stroked her pretty face. She smiled through the sadness. I kissed her forehead gently. "Paul. Do you want her to eat your ass?" I asked. "Oh yeah!" Came the reply.

Louise started to sob at the thought. I explained the situation to her. "It's Paul's birthday. You're his present. Remember when you were young and got a present that was broken? How disappointed you were?" Louise nodded. "Right now you're the broken present. You don't want to ruin his birthday, do you?" Louise didn't respond. "You know when you have a special memory and you want nothing to ruin it? This is a special day for him. Do you want him to remember you saying no, or him enjoying his special day?" Louise said nothing. "Do you want him to have fun? You want him to show you how good you are at this?" Louise nodded as tears welled in her eyes. I got close, to whisper in her ear. "Then stick out your fucking tongue and lick his fucking asshole."

Still sobbing, Louise closed her eyes tight, poked her tongue out and 5tabbed it blindly towards Paul's ass. Her shoulders heaved and she pulled away gagging. "Again" I said, once she'd regained her composure. She repeated the manoeuvre, managing to stay longer this time before breaking away for air. "Again," I repeated, "and do it properly this time."

By this time was angry rather than upset. She glared at me with fire in her eyes as her mascara ran, and I told her to use the passion she now felt to complete her task. She attacked Paul's ass with gusto, spitting on it and eating at it hungrily. Her tongue was deep within Paul's colon as I showered her with praise. "There's a good girl. I knew you could do it. You're such a good slut". Paul groaned happily, holding his knees as my wife went to town on his ass. As I sat watching, I noticed Louise's hand was buried between her legs.

After a while I decided to switch things up. "What do you say we do this properly? You ready to fuck her, Paul?" Paul swallowed hard, and nodded furiously...
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Not Louise at work 1









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Not Louise at work 2









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Not Louise at work 3







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Not Louise's mascara









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Louise is a lucky girl!
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