Birthday

You know what day it is. Be ready when I get home.

It took John three times to read the text. He couldn't seem to stop his hand from shaking, and the words danced in front of his eyes. Finally he took a deep breath, and after sitting down for five minutes his hands had stilled. He glanced up at the clock. 3 o'clock - he had almost three hours. Still, best to start now. He headed toward the bathroom.

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John fidgeted on the couch. The second text had been waiting for him when he got out, having finished his enema and washed thoroughly. It was slightly longer than the first.

6:15. Have a beer ready for me on the couch with the game on. No clothes or no lube - your choice. DON'T close the curtains.

He glanced at the door anxiously. His anxiety came from the last instruction - the bay windows were wide open to the street. With the angle someone just walking by couldn't quite see him, but if anyone got closer they'd see him sitting naked on the couch. He couldn't help himself from looking every few seconds, and every time he moved he felt the plug twist inside of him. Finally he saw lights pass and turn into their driveway, and finally relaxed. Surely she'd close the curtains before... something happened.

He heard her come in through the garage and drop her purse in the kitchen, then she walked into the living room. She hadn't taken her boots off, and each click of her heels as she walked sent a thrill up his spine. Then she paused in the doorway, and as always the sight of her took his breath away.

She stood well over 6 foot, but he knew three inches of that were her boots. Without them, she was still four inches taller than he was. She was tanned, dark haired, and voluptuous - he knew her tits weren't natural, but he'd never cared. As always, his eyes moved down to her crotch, and he marveled again that she looked looked entirely normal, with no hint of what was hidden by her skirt.

She calmly surveyed the room, then walked toward him. "Hey, bitch." she said calmly, eyes taking him in. John felt himself flush. "I'm glad you got my messages. Stand up. Turn around." He got up, and had barely turned when he felt her hand on his head. She forced him down, and he only had a moment to try and relax himself when he felt her hand on the plug. She pulled it out without ceremony, causing John to yelp involuntarily. He flushed a bit deeper as she sniffed it. "Good." She then shoved it back in, making him yelp again, and then she walked over and picked up the beer. She collapsed onto the couch, sprawling out, and picked up her beer. Taking a long drink, she turned her attention to the game John had on the TV, grabbing the remote and unmuting it. John glanced disinterestedly at the screen - hockey wasn't really his thing, but she seemed engrossed.

The slap on his ass was unexpected. John yelped again - he really wished she wouldn't do that. He turned and looked at her - she was back into the game, but she spoke after he turned. "I'm watching this. You should know what to do - now get started." She leaned back, spreading her legs almost obscenely. John hesitated - god, she hadn't done anything with the windows - but she turned her head toward him. "Are you really sure you want me to tell you again? Really, really sure?" He gulped, then shook his head. "N-no. It's fine".

He got down on the couch, sitting next to her. He didn't bother asking what she wanted - he knew well enough - and he moved his hands to her skirt, trying to remove. It was hard though - she didn't bother shifting her weight, and he struggled for almost a minute trying to pull it down. Finally she rolled her eyes, pushing him off impatiently. She stood up and stripped out of her skirt and panties in one smooth motion, then sat back down into the same position. And John was left staring at... it.

Her cock lay against her leg. He never could get used to seeing it on her - she was half-hard, and already bigger than he was. At full mast she was slightly over 10 inches, double his size. She glanced over and saw him staring, and sighed. Her hand came out and curled around his head - he yelped for the fourth time as she pulled him roughly toward her lap. Her other hand gripped her cock, pointing it up, and he barely got out a "Wai-!" before she shoved it into his mouth and held him down. He struggled, trying to ask her to slow down, but the hand on his head was unrelenting and he could feel her starting to grow in his mouth. "I told you what to do." She panted, keeping him still as she got hard, grinding slightly into this mouth. "This is the last time I help you tonight, understand? After this, if you fuck up I'm not going easy on you. Do you understand?" He tried to nod - he'd given up struggling, it wouldn't do him any good anyway. He was working now on the only thing that would save him - relaxing his th

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