Erotic Birthday Surprise
Birthday Surprise
The day he was having was not a good one. He had just blown the big deal. The client hated his proposal and he had only himself to blame. He had spent more time trying to keep the girlfriend who left him yesterday, than he spent on his job. He had stayed up all night simply staring at the blank spaces in his apartment that used to belong to her. Today, he was alone, his job was in peril and it was his fucking birthday.
His secretary Mrs. Shendish came into his office. The look of disdain on her face did not bode well. She glared at him for a moment and spoke:
"Your friend, Mr. Landers has delivered your birthday present". She grimaced. "It's waiting for you outside". She looked at him as if she didn't really want to show him his "present". Then she begrudgingly opened his office door a little further and behind her was a gorgeous, busty blonde.
He stood and already felt a twinge in his shorts. Good old Landers. He swore he would rent a stripper for a birthday present. He was a man of his word. Mrs. Shendish saw the look in his eyes, rolled hers and told him she was leaving for an early lunch. She slammed the office door behind her and he could hear her stamping off into the down elevator.
There he was. Alone with his birthday present.
She didn't say a word. She undid her coat and the twinge in his shorts became a hard-on. She had nothing on but high-heels, stockings and a red waist-cincher. She let her coat fall to the ground, took a pin out of her hair and the blonde curls fell onto her creamy, round breasts. She reached up and took him by the tie. She backed him up to his couch and pushed him down onto it. Then she got down on her knees and began to unzip his fly.
"Um…" He asked, barely able to speak as her red lips kissed the tip of his cock. "Is this how strippers usually start out"? She grasped his woody with her hand and smiled up at him:
"I'm not a stripper. I'm a call girl". She got up and squatted over his rock-hard pole. She slid her cunt down on it, shoved his face in her breasts "Happy birthday, whispered in his ear. Then she grabbed his balls and began to bounce".
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The day he was having was not a good one. He had just blown the big deal. The client hated his proposal and he had only himself to blame. He had spent more time trying to keep the girlfriend who left him yesterday, than he spent on his job. He had stayed up all night simply staring at the blank spaces in his apartment that used to belong to her. Today, he was alone, his job was in peril and it was his fucking birthday.
His secretary Mrs. Shendish came into his office. The look of disdain on her face did not bode well. She glared at him for a moment and spoke:
"Your friend, Mr. Landers has delivered your birthday present". She grimaced. "It's waiting for you outside". She looked at him as if she didn't really want to show him his "present". Then she begrudgingly opened his office door a little further and behind her was a gorgeous, busty blonde.
He stood and already felt a twinge in his shorts. Good old Landers. He swore he would rent a stripper for a birthday present. He was a man of his word. Mrs. Shendish saw the look in his eyes, rolled hers and told him she was leaving for an early lunch. She slammed the office door behind her and he could hear her stamping off into the down elevator.
There he was. Alone with his birthday present.
She didn't say a word. She undid her coat and the twinge in his shorts became a hard-on. She had nothing on but high-heels, stockings and a red waist-cincher. She let her coat fall to the ground, took a pin out of her hair and the blonde curls fell onto her creamy, round breasts. She reached up and took him by the tie. She backed him up to his couch and pushed him down onto it. Then she got down on her knees and began to unzip his fly.
"Um…" He asked, barely able to speak as her red lips kissed the tip of his cock. "Is this how strippers usually start out"? She grasped his woody with her hand and smiled up at him:
"I'm not a stripper. I'm a call girl". She got up and squatted over his rock-hard pole. She slid her cunt down on it, shoved his face in her breasts "Happy birthday, whispered in his ear. Then she grabbed his balls and began to bounce".
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posted by Erotica at Monday, February 13, 2006
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