Backdoor Birthday Treat?

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Birthday’s lose their shine in your 30s. And I feel a little guilty admitting it, but I’d rather just carry on with my day as normal instead of making a fuss. I don’t get excited by presents anymore, I have what I want, and I don’t enjoy all the attention and all the drama. Like this year. I was taken out to dinner by my family, and as much as I love them all, they’re exhausting.

I’d already had a shitty day at work, then Dad drank a little too much and got fractious with a waiter, Mum told the same stories from my childhood I hear every year, and my brother’s kids, my darling niece and nephew, cried and complained throughout the meal. It wasn’t exactly a birthday treat, more like a birthday chore.

When we got home I was drained. I had a throbbing headache, and all I wanted was to curl up on the sofa and watch my favourite film in peace and quiet. But then Melissa got on the sofa with me, she kissed me, she gave me that look, and I knew she had other intentions.

I tried to fend her off gracefully. “Sorry Mel, I’m knackered. I don’t think I’m capable right now.”

She didn’t let that stop her. “You’ve not heard what’s on offer yet.” A grin tugged at the corners of her mouth.

Intriguing. I could just about manage to lie prone on the sofa as she sucked me off. Hopefully that was on the cards. “What do you have in mind,” I said. I looked down at my crotch, then back up at her. “It is my special day. And after the one I’ve had, I think I’ve earned a little treat.”

Melissa’s grin spread wider. “I think that can be arranged. I’ve been planning a little something actually.”

I sat up. “Do I get to come in your mouth? Or on your face?”

She laughed at me. “Even better.”

“It doesn't get better than that darling.”

Melissa got up off the sofa. She turned her back to me as tugged her jeans open. She pushed them down to her knees, her black lace knickers came next, then she bent forwards and arched her back to show herself off to me.

God, what a sight. Melissa's legs were slender and supple, her waist narrow, but her hips curved out into the gorgeous swell of her round, thick bottom. My cock stirred in my jeans.

I saw the hint of Melissa's pussy as she bent forwards a touch, then I noticed something else between her plump arse cheeks. My heart leapt up to my throat when I realised what it was. Mel looked over her shoulder at me. “You want to come somewhere else, birthday boy?”

Sweet Jesus. “Fuck yes.”

Melissa held her hand out to me and I leapt up off the sofa. Suddenly all that fatigue and malaise had vanished, a birthday excitement
like old rose up to replace them. Melissa kicked her jeans and knickers off and we ran to the bedroom like two horny teenagers who were alone at long last.

We fell onto the bed together, kissing and pawing at each other. It didn’t escape my notice though that Melissa had prepared, I saw the tube of lube and her vibrator already standing on her bedside table. I wondered how long she’d been wearing that plug too, probably throughout my birthday meal, maybe even longer?

Mel tore my clothes off as she kissed and groped me, she felt excited already, hot and eager, and I didn’t hold back either. Melissa was breathing hard, she made sighing and gasping sounds as I squeezed her breasts and her arse, as I rubbed her sopping pussy. Melissa must have had this on her mind all evening I guessed, that plug inside her, it must have been turning her on for hours.

She rolled over onto her front and raised herself up on her hands and knees with her glorious bottom pointed in my direction. I’m an arse man, a bit of a connoisseur, and trust me when I say Melissa’s derriere is sweet perfection. Its plump and round and full, but firm, it’s smooth, flawless, the sight of it never fails to make my heart beat faster and my cock harden in seconds.

Melissa arched her back like she was doing yoga, she showed herself off to me to maximum effect. The fake jewel in the base of her butt plug glittered in the low light of the bedside lamps.

Mel looked over her shoulder at me again. “I can’t wait to have you inside me.” She said it with such need in her voice it made my stomach tighten and my cock throb.

I took hold of the plug, I pulled it towards me a touch, watching it stretch Melissa, making her moan. I pressed it back into her and she groaned a low growl of pleasure. I turned and twisted it gently inside her and Melissa wriggled and dropped her head and moaned louder.

Melissa's pussy was flushed and slick below the plug, her lips looked gorgeous and plump squeezed between her thighs. My hand moved to her pussy without thinking. I stroked Mel and her noises came with more urgency. I spread her, I pushed a finger into her warm, wet pussy and she groaned loud enough to make all the hairs on my body stand on end.

The barrier between pussy and rectum is surprisingly thin, and I could feel the butt plug in Melissa’s arse through her pussy. I rubbed and pressed it as I finger-fucked her, and Melissa whined and moaned louder, she pressed herself back against me. I slid my thumb down between her silky folds to find her clit as I fingered her; she jerked and groaned deeply as my thumb slid over the swollen tip of it.

I pushed a second finger into Melissa, I twisted and turned them inside her; I pushed and pulled that plug, I turned it around in Melissa's arse. I stroked her clit with the pad of my thumb, and she writhed and gasped and made noises that got my rigid cock pulsing.

Melissa glanced back at me over her shoulder, her face was red, contorted in pleasure. She looked me directly in eyes as she explained in graphic detail what she wanted me to do to her. She told me to slip that plug carefully out of her arse, to lather my dick in lube, then to slide it into her, to push it in all the way. She told me to fuck her from behind, she said she needed it now, she couldn’t wait any longer. She might have been saying that to turn me on, but f

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Written by darkcherrycollective
Cargado March 8, 2021
Notes Birthday's lose their shine as you get older. Unless you're offered what you really want.
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