"What do you want for your birthday? The big one-eight," he asked, looking up from licking my pussy. I barely heard him, my head felt so light, my eyes were rolling back in my head... Total ecstasy. So I mumble, "Oh, God, just more of this. Non-stop this." He chuckled. "I'll see what I can do," and he went back to work.
About a week later, a courier knocked on my door. Simple brown envelope with just my name. "Damn, he wasn't kidding," he said. He winked and walked back to his car. I opened the envelope: tiny strips of black silk. Thigh highs, panties, and a sleep mask. I got wet just looking at them. There was a card: "18 for 18?" Time, date, location. My next door neighbor hired a courier to invite me to my birthday party.
When the time came, the next weekend, I took a looong shower, being very meticulous to shave evvverything. I slid into the panties and stockings, put the mask in my purse, threw a sundress over it all and headed over. He cracked the door slightly, looked me up and down and made a disappointed face. "A little overdressed, no? Dress off, blindfold on, meet me at the back door." I loved when he commanded me, and I was ready to obey.
When he opened the back door and took my hand, I was already soaking wet. I was surprised he didn't mention he could smell me. When we got to the dining room, he had me stop; I felt him put his hands on my shoulders, and he pressed his lips to mine. When I tried to kiss him back, though, he prevented me. "Behave." He slid his hands around my neck, and he snapped what felt like a collar in place. "Kneel," he whispered, and tugged downward on my new neckwear. As soon as my knees hit the floor, I heard footsteps heading my direction. I felt a rough hand grab my face. "Don't you dare close your mouth." That voice did not belong to anyone I knew. I panicked. I must have looked panicky, because I immediately felt hands on my shoulders: "Eighteen for 18, right?" My brain went nuts--was I seriously going to get fucked by 18 guys for my birthday?
I don't know how many guys there were really were. I know that when I finally took the blindfold off to go pee, it was morning. I was full of cum-- I must have swallowed 20-30 loads and I couldn't walk to the bathroom without a squishing between my legs. But that's not the point. That's not my confession. I stopped taking my birth control the day I got the package. I wanted to have his baby. I wanted to spend my whole life with him. I had no idea he wouldn't be the only one.
About a week later, a courier knocked on my door. Simple brown envelope with just my name. "Damn, he wasn't kidding," he said. He winked and walked back to his car. I opened the envelope: tiny strips of black silk. Thigh highs, panties, and a sleep mask. I got wet just looking at them. There was a card: "18 for 18?" Time, date, location. My next door neighbor hired a courier to invite me to my birthday party.
When the time came, the next weekend, I took a looong shower, being very meticulous to shave evvverything. I slid into the panties and stockings, put the mask in my purse, threw a sundress over it all and headed over. He cracked the door slightly, looked me up and down and made a disappointed face. "A little overdressed, no? Dress off, blindfold on, meet me at the back door." I loved when he commanded me, and I was ready to obey.
When he opened the back door and took my hand, I was already soaking wet. I was surprised he didn't mention he could smell me. When we got to the dining room, he had me stop; I felt him put his hands on my shoulders, and he pressed his lips to mine. When I tried to kiss him back, though, he prevented me. "Behave." He slid his hands around my neck, and he snapped what felt like a collar in place. "Kneel," he whispered, and tugged downward on my new neckwear. As soon as my knees hit the floor, I heard footsteps heading my direction. I felt a rough hand grab my face. "Don't you dare close your mouth." That voice did not belong to anyone I knew. I panicked. I must have looked panicky, because I immediately felt hands on my shoulders: "Eighteen for 18, right?" My brain went nuts--was I seriously going to get fucked by 18 guys for my birthday?
I don't know how many guys there were really were. I know that when I finally took the blindfold off to go pee, it was morning. I was full of cum-- I must have swallowed 20-30 loads and I couldn't walk to the bathroom without a squishing between my legs. But that's not the point. That's not my confession. I stopped taking my birth control the day I got the package. I wanted to have his baby. I wanted to spend my whole life with him. I had no idea he wouldn't be the only one.
