The Birthday Present

by Lizzy Grey

“I knew you’d like it.” She heard him laugh as he slid his cock out and slammed it back into her so hard that she hit her head on the back of the bench. “Slags like you just live for a cock in your cunt.” Using her hips, he pulled out and slammed into her, quickly working up a rhythm. “Yeah. Yeah, you like that, don’t you? My cock in your cunt. Tell me you love my cock in your cunt,” he ordered but all she could do was moan. “Tell me.”

  “I love your cock in my cunt,” she said in a flat voice and he laughed and slapped her buttocks.

  He slammed into her for what seemed like hours. Was he never going to come? He withdrew from her suddenly and she looked around in surprise and watched him stroking his cock.

  “What are you looking at?” he demanded. “You’ve had a cock in your pussy.”

  “Fine.” She climbed down from the bench. “I’ll go.”

  “Did I give you permission to go?” He pushed her against the wall and kicked her feet apart. “You can go when I say you can go.” Kneeling down, he spat on his fingers and rubbed them on her clit, before sucking hard. Her legs almost went from under her and he made an exasperated sound. “Stand the fuck up.” Planting her feet firmly on the floor, she moaned as he sucked on her clit again, breathing and sucking, but just as she was about to come he stood up. Taking his erection firmly in his hand, he pushed it into her pussy and she cried out again. He rammed it into her, almost lifting her off her feet. “What do you like?” he demanded.

  “I love your cock in my cunt,” she repeated in a flat voice before adding, “please let me come.”

  “No.” He withdrew from her and she sank onto the bench, legs still apart and panting hard. “You’re a good fuck. But not good enough for me to let you come.” Standing back from her, he pulled off the condom, pumped his cock and spilt onto the floor at her feet. “Oh, fuck, yeah.” He dropped the used condom in her lap before doing up his trousers. Opening the door, he went out, leaving it open.

  From the bench, she watched him go before picking the condom out of her lap and dropping it onto the floor. Her pussy ached. It was sore from the rough sex and from not coming.

  “’You finished in there?” a young man with a blonde hanging onto his arm asked her and she saw him glance momentarily at her pussy.

  “Yes.” She stood up reaching for her panties, put them on, and left the booth. She went straight back to the bar and ordered a double vodka, knocking it back in two gulps. She still needed cock – a cock to be good to her – and let her come. They were all weirdos in here so, collecting her coat and handbag, she left Perfect Strangers, returned to the hotel, and went down in the lift to the nightclub. Leaving her coat and bag with the attendant, she gulped down another vodka at the bar. Feeling better, she went onto the dance floor. This, seemingly, was the easiest way to attract cock. The internet was useless.

  “Want to fuck?” a deep male voice shouted in her ear.

  “Will you make me come?”

  “Yeah, of course.” Her hand was taken and she tottered behind the tall dark-haired man as he led her to the gents toilets and into a cubicle. “We’re probably a bit drunk but who cares.” He smiled as he closed and locked the door. “It’s a bit small in here so maybe you could ride me, or something?”

  “Sounds good.”

  “Okay. Let me just—” He opened and pushed his jeans and briefs down and a large cock sprang out. That would do nicely. He pulled a condom out of the back pocket of the jeans, tore it open, and rolled it on. “Ready for action.” He grinned and sat down on the toilet seat.

  Usually, she would have just pulled her panties to one side but this time she let them drop to the floor and stepped out of them. Holding onto his shoulders, she straddled him and felt him position his cock at the entrance to her pussy. She smiled her thanks and sank down onto him.

  “Fuck, that feels so good,” she whispered and began to bounce on him. Her breasts were hitting him in the face but she didn’t hear any complaints. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” She moaned as she bounced up and down, feeling herself come. “I’m going to come,” she whimpered and he held her firmly down on him as they jerked against each other. Resting her forehead on his shoulder, she gasped for air, feeling his hands sliding up and down her back. “Thank you,” she said as soon as she could speak.

  “No, thank you.” She felt him laugh. “Your tits in my face and your pussy milking my cock, what more could a man want? I’m Sam.”

  She raised her head. “I’m Samantha.”

  He smiled. “I know. Confession time. I saw your profile online and that you were a regular here and in Perfect Strangers. I never thought I’d actually see you here, though, I thought you’d be there on a Friday night.”

  “I don’t come here the same day every week.”

  “Well, I’m really lucky, then. Ever fucked outside?”

  “Kind of,” she said, standing up and watching as he disposed of the condom. “I was fingered near the Embankment last summer. Let’s stay here?”

  “Okay. How about doggy style?”

  “Sounds good.”

  “I was watching you at the bar,” he said as he began to pump life into his cock. “You like your vodka,” he added.

  “I like vodka and cock. In no particular order. What do you like?”

  “At the moment,” he gasped as he continued to pump his cock, “the thought of my cock in your pussy.”

  “That’s what I like to hear.” She laughed.

  “So why the need to look for sex online?”

  “You first.”

  “I’m going through the divorce from hell and I need some pussy,” he explained.

  “I’ll be divorced soon.”

  “We’re both unlucky in love, then.”

  She shook her head. “I do have someone who loves me.”

  “Not your husband, obviously.”

  She roared with laughter. “Fuck, no.”

  “Do you love him?” he asked.

  “Yes,” she replied quietly. “Yes, I do. But he doesn’t know that.”

  “Why not?”

  She shrugged. “It’s complicated.”

  “Isn’t it always?” He smiled.

  “Yeah. It’s just my marriage, the divorce… he says he’ll wait for me.”

  “Does he know you’re fucking around?”

  “Yeah.”

  “He can’t be happy about it?”

  She leant back against the door and folded her arms. “You ask a hell of a lot of questions.”

  “Sorry.” He let his hard cock go and straightened up. Look. You want cock. I want pussy. Why don’t we make this a regular thing? Fuck buddies, or something?”

  “Fuck buddies?” she echoed.

  “We email or text each other when we want to meet up to fuck,” he elaborated.

  “We can’t fuck in here all the time.”

  “No, but there are the booths in Perfect Strangers,” he suggested and she shuddered. “What?”

  “I had a horrible time in there,” she told him. “He treated me like crap and wouldn’t let me come.”

  “I will always let you come,” he said softly. “And I will never get you to do something you don’t want to do, I promise. What do you say?”

  “Okay, we’ll give it a go.”

  “Good,” he replied, rolling a condom on. “Is the someone who loves you as big as me?”

  “No, he’s much bigger than you. I’d say he has the biggest cock in London.”

  “Oh, well, this will just have to do you for now.” He turned and bent her over the toilet and opened her legs with his hands. “Small cock is better than no cock at all,” he added and eased himself into her.

  “You’re not small,” she assured him. “Just not as big as Simon.”

  “Simon, eh?” He began to slide his cock nice and slowly in and out of her pussy and she smiled to herself. This was good. Soothing. “How often do you see him?”

  “Hardly ever. I can’t until the divorce.”

  “How did you meet?”
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  She laughed. “He was my birthday present last year.”

  “No way?”

  “Yeah, and I haven’t looked back since. He introduced me to cock.”

  “Did your husband know?” he asked.

  “We weren’t married then.”

  “So, why did you get married?”

  “Money.” She sighed. God, his cock was good. Almost as good as Jamie’s. “It was a mutual agreement. I play the perfect wife for him for a year and then we divorce and I get paid off.”

  “Will he stick to it?”

  “Yes. We signed a legal document.”

  “This isn’t exactly being the perfect wife.” He reached around to her front and fondled her breasts.

  “He’s away on business this week, and doesn’t care about me at all.”

  “Is that why you drink, too? You were knocking back that vodka like a pro.”

  “Like I told you,” she said irritably. “I like vodka and cock. Now, shut up and fuck me.”

  He laughed and increased his thrusts and she grabbed the cistern for support, blocking everything out except the cock in her pussy. She came with a long, low moan, and felt him jerk against her.

  “I think I’m going to like fucking you, Samantha.” He withdrew from her and she straightened up.

  “Let me give you my contact details.”

  “They’re on your profile,” he reminded her as he disposed of the condom.

  “Oh, yeah. Well, how will I know it’s you? There are probably hundreds of Sam’s out there.”

  “I’ll take a selfie and I’ll text and email it to you.”

  “Okay. Let’s go and get a drink.”

  “Well, how about you put your panties on first.” He grinned.

  Smiling, she reached down and stepped into them then pulled them up. They returned to the bar and he bought her a vodka and another bottle of lager for himself.

  “The next round is on me,” she said and threw back the vodka.

  “Well, give me a minute or two to drink this.”

  “Okay.” She waited but he drank the lager so slowly that she rolled her eyes and got a second round in. She threw back the vodka again and sighed happily. “That’s better.”

  “After all that,” he nodded to her empty glasses on the bar, “I think you’d better be off home now.”

  “Oh, okay.” She slid off the bar stool. “Don’t forget the selfies?”

  He smiled. “I won’t.”

  She collected her coat and handbag from the cloakroom attendant, tottered outside, and managed to get the second cab driver she asked to take her to the off license. She bought two bottles of vodka and, ignoring the lure of the alleyway, brought them home and drank half of one as she got ready for bed. Getting into bed, her smartphone vibrated and she reached for it. The message was someone from one of the websites asking her to suck his prick and she deleted it. Should she delete her profiles, she wondered. No, she concluded, Sam had got pussy and it was highly likely that she would never hear from him again.

  About to turn the light off, her smartphone vibrated again and she reached for it. The message was from Sam.

  Hey, Samantha. Here’s my selfie. Emailed it to you, too. Sam

  She opened the photo and stared at his face. He was handsome in a rugged kind of way but not a patch on Jamie and she sighed. Still, he had a biggish cock, and he knew what to do with it. Accessing the email, she opened the photo. It was the same one as in the text message, so she closed it and read the email.

  When can I see you again? When is your husband back? I want to meet you in one of the booths in Perfect Strangers. I promise I won’t hurt you and I will definitely make you come. Sam

  She smiled and clicked on reply.

  My husband is back on Wednesday so I can see you every evening including that one. I usually go out with friends on a Wednesday evening anyway so if I’m out when he gets back he won’t suspect a thing. He doesn’t suspect a thing, anyway. Don’t know what I’ll do when I’m back to Wednesday nights only. Some days my pussy just aches for cock. Samantha

  She clicked on send and waited for a reply. She received one in less than fifteen minutes.

  Every evening until Thursday sounds great. Meet me at the bar in Perfect Strangers tonight at ten and we’ll get a booth. When you’re back to Wednesdays only why don’t you get a vibrator? I know nothing can make up for not having a real cock in your pussy but you can use your imagination and I can visualise it working its magic and you coming. Sam

  A vibrator? She could have kicked herself.

  A vibrator sounds fantastic. Any suggestions? Can’t wait for tonight. What would you like me to wear?

  She had just entered vibrator into a search engine when she received a reply.

  As you love a huge cock in your pussy, try this one LINK I love your stockings and I know it’s a bit of a cliché but I do like leather, too. Can’t wait to slide my cock into your pussy again. Sam

  She clicked on the link and her eyes bulged. The vibrator was an enormous cock. She bought it immediately and clicked on reply to Sam’s email.

  Thanks for the link. Very impressive. Just treated myself. Hope it arrives by next Thursday. See you tonight. I’ll try and dress to amaze. Samantha

  She sent the email, put the smartphone on the bedside table, and turned out the light.

  She spent a leisurely three hours getting ready that evening and smiled at herself in the wardrobe mirror. She loved the leather dress and red platform shoes look. She loved her new makeup and hairstyle. She loved vodka and she loved cock. Life was good until next Wednesday and after that, there was her vibrator, which was on its way to her. She gulped down half the second bottle of vodka, checked that her lip gloss was still perfect, and put on her coat. Reaching for her handbag, she clomped down the stairs in the platform shoes and left the house.

  Her cab dropped her off outside Perfect Strangers, she went inside and left her coat and handbag with the cloakroom attendant. Sam was already sitting at the bar and she tapped his shoulder. He turned and his dark eyes bulged as they drank in her leather dress.

  “Fuck me.”

  “That’s the idea.”

  He laughed and helped her onto the bar stool next to his. “Vodka?”

  “You read my mind.”

  He ordered a double vodka for her and she knocked it back as his eyes roamed over the leather dress, down her legs, and to her shoes.

  “You look amazing.”

  “Thank you. And thank you for the link you sent.”

  “No problem. Shall we..?”

  “Yes.” She nodded and they went to a booth. Thankfully, it was two down from the one she had shared with ‘John’. Sam closed the door and frowned.

  “Did the bastard hurt you?” he asked.

  “A bit,” she admitted. “He went on a bit of a power trip.”

  “We don’t have to—”

  “No,” she interrupted firmly. She needed his cock inside her pussy. “It’s all right. It wasn’t in here. He was just a shit.”

  “Okay. Well, I think you’re sensational.”

  She smiled. “Shall I sit on the bench?”

  “Yes,” he replied, and she slipped her panties off, sat in the corner of the bench, and opened her legs invitingly.

  He pulled his cock out of his trousers, rolled a condom on, and climbed onto the bench. There wasn’t much room and she had to position herself under him leaning back on her elbows, but he entered her easily with a grunt and began to thrust. One of her legs began to rub uncomfortably on the back of the bench so she lifted it up and hooked her ankle over his shoulder. It allowed him deeper access to her pussy and she rested her head back savouring his thrusts, the movement of her breasts, and his thumb rubbing against her clit. She could feel herself coming and tried to delay it but it was no use and she shuddered against him, moaning as he thrust hard into her as he climaxed.

  She laughed and lowered her leg as he withdrew from her. “I think we need to make better us
e of the space.”

  “All suggestions are welcome,” he said, as he pulled the condom off and dropped it into a bin.

  “Well, you sit on the bench and I sit on you with my back to you?”

  “Sounds good.”

  She arrived home two hours later, her pussy still throbbing, and two bottles of vodka in her bag. Life was bloody good, she smiled, as she closed her bedroom door.

  On Wednesday afternoon, she opened her wardrobe, wondering what to wear that night. It was getting too warm for her long winter coat and large handbag, so she couldn’t bring a dress and makeup. Liz and Amanda would only tell her she looked like a flasher in the coat, anyway. She eventually settled on her A-line black dress and black court shoes. They would do for the afternoon, evening, and the possibility of encountering Marcus when she got home. He had given no indication as to what time he’d be back.

  Her vibrator had arrived that morning in a discreet cardboard box and she lifted it out, finding that she couldn’t quite close her fingers around it. She grinned, it was just like Jamie’s, so she named it after him. She put ‘Jamie’ back in his box and hid him in the bottom of her wardrobe.

  About to leave the house, she stared at herself in the wardrobe mirror, noting with a little disappointment that she looked completely respectable. It was just as well she didn’t have to attract cock that evening. Placing a small bottle of vodka in her clutch bag, and hoping it would be enough, she went downstairs.

  She met Liz and Amanda at a wine bar and ordered a glass of red wine.

  “You look amazing.” Liz smiled. “So much better than last week. How’s Marcus?”

  “He’s been up in Scotland for a week but he’s due home today.”

  “And you didn’t go with him?” Amanda exclaimed and Freya shook her head.

  “It was business – estate stuff – I’d have been bored to tears.”

  “So, what have you been doing?” Liz asked.

  “Oh, visiting Mummy and Daddy,” she lied. She hadn’t been anywhere near them in weeks. “Reading up on, ‘How to be a Marchioness for Dummies’, that sort of thing.”