Chapter 21: Happy Birthday to You

On one Saturday morning, Layla was playing the piano while sitting in my lap. Actually, it was not a real solo because I accompanied her. I played on her pussy, setting the rhythm while gently rolling my hips back and forth to move my cock in and out of her well stuffed ass.

When her orgasm was in the horizon, she played the happy birthday tune. I gripped her ass and moved her to the music. She continued playing the tune until she came, completely losing her concentration. She banged her hands on the piano as her asshole contracted repeatedly around my cock. I bounced her ass hard on my cock throughout her orgasm.

She panted as she relaxed in my arms, her ass deeply impaled on my thick shaft. Every once in a while, Layla moved her ass a little to remind herself she was securely pinned on my shaft and to keep my cock hard.

"Monday is the thirtieth birthday of a close friend of mine," she said as I lazily petted her wet pussy. "Her husband is on a delegation to negotiate trade matters in Israel. I would really like it if you could keep her company. I will give you a present to her and drive you to her house. Is that okay with you?"

"If that means anything to you, I will do it," I said.

"Thank you," she said, bobbing her ass up and down on my hard cock. "I will arrange everything and take you there on Monday."

I shoved two fingers up her soaking pussy and sat back to enjoy the ride.

Layla showed me some pictures of her sexy friend. She told me her friend was a little uptight, but she did not want her to spend her birthday alone at home.

On Monday morning, Layla came herself to pick me up and drive me to her friend's house. She handed me a wrapped gift as I prepared to get off the car.

"What is it?" I asked.

"It is a sexy dress," she said. "Good luck!"

I smiled and walked to the door.

Seconds after I rang the bell, I was face to face with pretty Manal.

"Happy birthday, Madame Manal," I said. "I am Naser, sent by Madame Layla."

"Thank you," she said, smiling brightly. "Please, come in."

We sat down and chatted in the living room. Manal was in a long, sleeveless flowery dress that had a slit reaching up to her left knee. When she crossed her legs, they were exposed up to her knees. She smoothed her dress to cover them. She looked five foot six with a slender waist, C or D cup tits, and a pronounced, round behind. Her brown straight hair flowed down her shoulders. Her beautiful brown eyes and sweet face exuded innocence and mysterious charm. As she talked, I found myself thinking of an exciting way to stretch her lovely lips.

She was expecting me. The drinks were waiting for us on the table.

"This day must feel proud to be the birthday of such a sweet, charming lady," I said. "I am very glad to have the chance to wish you a wonderful birthday."

"Thank you very much," she said, blushing slightly. "That is very kind of you."

"I know you are not twenty years old, but my eyes are telling me otherwise," I said. "You must have found the elixir of permanent youth."

"Thank you," she said. "I am flattered."

We chatted about general issues and laughed. She was a good talker and did not lack a great sense of humor.

"How do you think of relations with Israel?" she asked, moving to politics.

"I must say you are very attractive," I said.

"What does this have to do with my question?" she asked, blushing slightly.

"It has to do a lot," I said. "Without your husband being out there, I would never have this great chance to meet charming you."

"You are very sweet," she said. "It is a great chance for me, too."

"Do you want to dance?" I suggested, changing the subject.

The lady hesitated to answer.

"Come on," I said. "It is your birthday. You got to have fun. You know I would never forgive myself and Madame Layla would kill me if I could not show you a good time."

I stood up and took her hand, pulling her up.

"Let's just sit down and talk," she said. "I enjoy that, honest."

"I am sure you will enjoy dancing even more," I said, moving toward the sound system.

I set up the CD player for a quick song, to get us going, followed by a series of slow ones. I acted as if I did not notice her tits jiggle to the music as we danced to the quick song.

As we danced slow, I kept on whispering sweet compliments into her ears, letting her relax and move closer. By the third slow song, I had my arms around her waist and she had hers around my neck. I massaged her back gently, making her relax some more. Her tits pressed gently into my chest, her head lay against my shoulder and my bulge threatened to bump into her crotch at any time.

She gasped when I cupped her ass with my hands. I let my hands stay still there.

"Have I ever told you that you have a fabulous behind," I whispered, squeezing her cheeks ever so gently.

She let out a low moan and pushed her crotch into mine. I felt up her ass tentatively, grounding my crotch into hers gently.

"Do you know what I would do to your hot behind if I had my way with it?" I whispered, kneading her ass gently. "I would treat her as it has never been treated before."

The lady ground her crotch gently into my hard bulge as she listened to my hot banter. When the song ended, I walked her to the sofa for a short break.

"Why don't you open your present?" I suggested, handing her the box.

She did. It was a blue stretch minidress. She stood up and held it to her body.

"You can go inside and change into it," I said.

She went upstairs and in a couple of minutes stepped down the stairs. The short sleeveless dress hugged every curve and bump in her body, exposing her legs up to her upper thighs. I let out a wolf whistle that made her blush.

"Perfect," I said, standing up. "As sexy as a supermodel."

I made her turn around to model it for me. Her underwear was clearly outlined by the tight fabric.

"Do you see?" I said, pointing to the outlines of her underwear. "You can't put on underwear under this dress. Why don't you go upstairs and remove your underwear?"

"No, I can't do that," she said. "I can't wear this skimpy dress without underwear."

"Yes, you can," I said. "You are not going out like that. You are at home and you are the birthday girl... You should feel sexy and happy. Go ahead."

Manal went upstairs for a couple of minutes, then was back without underwear. When I saw the outlines of her nipples, my cock pulsed with desire.

"Yes, that's it," I said, running my hand down her waist and behind to make sure she was naked underneath. Then, I took her hand in mine. "Let's dance some more."

Wrapping my arms around her waist, I danced with her. I stroked her back, slowly working the hem of her dress upward. Squeezing her tits against my chest, Manal humped her crotch gently into mine.

Soon, my hands were on her ass. I traced up and down the crack of her ass through her dress. Cupping her round ass cheeks, I kneaded them, pulling her dress further up. Then my fingertips touched the bare flesh of the bottom of her ass. She shuddered at the mere touch and thrust her crotch into my hard bulge. I thrust back into her.

I pulled her lower ass cheeks apart, spreading her crack open, then let them close. Manal breathed heavily. I ground my crotch circularly into hers as I let my fingertips explore her ass crack. Apart from gasping in delight, she did not react negatively to my digital advances. Actually she pushed her ass against my fingers. I found the center of her anal pucker with my middle finger and applied light pressure to it as I moved my fingertip around to let her wrinkled opening relax. With a little push, my middle finger popped in her ass to the first knuckle as I sucked on the side of her neck. She let out a long sigh.

"I want to eat you out," I whispered, gently moving my fingertip in and out of her ass in very short strokes. "I want to lick you until you come inside my mouth."

"We can't do that," she whispered in a weak protest.

"In your birthday, we can," I whispered back. "We won't be doing anything bad, anyway. You will set back and relax while I kiss you. It is a nice way to have a little fun. Come here."

I popped my finger out of her ass and made sure she saw me when I sucked my fingertip.

"You are very tasty," I whispered.

I walked her to the sofa and sat her down. She did not resist when I worked her dress the rest of the way up her hips and nudged her knees apart. Her bald pussy was moist already.

"Your juicy pussy looks very delectable," I said softly. "It is hot and ready to be eaten."

Holding her upper thighs with my hands, I thrust my head in-between. I started with gentle, wet kisses that made her squirm and moan. Then I explored her pussy thoroughly with my tongue, savoring her taste. The lady humped my face lustfully, moaning and murmuring unintelligibly. I sucked on her pussy lips gently and sipped her oozing juices. I tongue-lashed her clit into extreme need, occasionally lapping up her overflowing juices.

While sucking gently on her hard clit, I raised her legs and pushed her knees against her chest. I pulled my head back and looked at her totally splayed ass, smiling at the little pink pucker. Her pretty anal opening did not at all clench when it was exposed. It was obvious it had wrapped itself around hard cock more than a few times. As my cock pulsed, I really hoped to add a few more times of my own.

"Now I am going to have my way with your gorgeous ass," I said. "I am going to eat it raw."

She only gasped and shuddered.

Pushing her feet against the back of the couch, I teased the backs of her knees with my tongue tip. Manal shuddered. I licked around her anal pucker, moving so close to her puckered flesh but not actually touching it. Then I proceeded to give her round cheeks a teasing tongue bath. She gasped and trembled continuously.

I guided her hands to her ass and had her pull her firm round cheeks apart, leaving no doubt to what was the focus of my attention. Her asshole spasmed as I looked it in the eye. And when I touched it lightly with my tongue tip, she shuddered. I licked up and down her anal crack and soaked it in my drool. Her educated asshole relaxed and soon was sucking gently on my tongue whenever I was not sucking on its sensitive perimeter.

I wiggled my middle finger within her soaked pussy. Then I worked my dripping finger gently into her wet asshole. In it went, up to the third knuckle.

"You take it up the butt, don't you?" I said, slowly working my finger in and out of her ass.

"Yes," she whispered.

"It is a marvelous ass," I said, moving my finger around within her. "Only a dead man would see it and wouldn't want to fill it with hard meat."

I gently sucked on her hard clit while giving her ass a slow finger fuck. Her pussy juices flowed freely. I reached a little down occasionally to lap them up. Then I worked my forefinger into her pussy and pumped both holes for a while, getting my forefinger soaked with her juices. Next, I moved it to her ass and pumped her rectum with two fingers.

She moaned softly and humped back as I finger-fucked her ass and sucked on her dripping pussy. With my free hand, I fished out my hard cock and stroked it slowly, anticipating replacing my fingers with it. I rotated my fingers within her ass and worked more drool inside her rectum. Meanwhile, I pulled out my emergency lube container from my pocket and unscrewed it open. Then I applied a coat of butter to my hard cock.

Raising my head up, I started rubbing her clit with my thumb while pumping her ass. I looked at her face. Her eyes were closed.

"Manal, baby," I called softly. She opened her eyes. "Do you want me to put it in your ass for a little while?"

Her eyes begged me silently for it but she could not bring herself to say it.

I arranged her so that her head rested on the armrest. Holding her ankles with my right hand above her head, I placed my right knee on the couch and my left foot on the floor. With my left hand, I guided my glistening cock head to her puckered opening and pressed gently.

"Yes," Manal grunted when the head popped inside her.