The Birthday Present Cunt

The pretty blond girl squeezed her way over to me. “Hey! Are you Jeff?”

“Yeah!”

“And you’re Monica’s boyfriend?”

“Yeah!”

“Happy Birthday!”

“Thanks!”

“I’m your present!”

“What!?”

“I said I’m your present!”

“What do you mean by that!?”

We were right in the middle of the frat party, next to the dance floor. The girl talking to me was holding a red cup of beer in one hand, and wearing a tight white knit blouse that bulged in ways I was trying to ignore. She stood on her toes and placed her mouth next to my ear, yelling to be heard over the music. She smelled nice.

“Why don’t we go over there?” she pointed to a quieter corner of the room, then grabbed my hand and led the way, pulling me after her across the floor. As we made our way across the room, I thought about this new turn of events. It was midnight, and I should have been back in my room with Monica, but she was out of town for the week on an archaeology field trip. Sure, she was missing my birthday, but we had agreed early on that we were going to put academics ahead of our relationship. Monica had said she’d give me my presents when she got back. I had planned to go to the party, mingle, get drunk, get pissed off at Monica for not being here, say things I’d regret later to strangers, stagger home, and pass out. I had proceeded smoothly to the mingling part, and was working on the drunk part.

The introduction of this pretty blonde suggested a few alternative endings to my evening, most of them bad for my relationship with Monica. Walking behind her, I was completely free to watch her body as she dodged and squeezed her way through the crowd. Holding my hand pulled her into profile, and I admired her body shamelessly as I walked behind her. She was in incredible shape, with long tan muscular legs and taut breasts that bounced slightly whenever she had to swerve to avoid someone. A couple of times she looked back at me and gave me a brief smile as she squeezed my hand lightly.

We reached the corner and looked at each other for a second in the dim light. I looked closely at her face and said “I don’t think I know you.”

She smiled at me quickly and said “My name’s Judy. I’m on the swim team with Monica.”

“And you had a birthday present from her?”

She paused for a second. Then she looked me in the eye and said “I *am* a birthday present from her.”

“What do you mean by that?” She couldn’t have meant what I thought she meant. She must have been here to give me a backrub or something.

“Here.” She dug into her purse and found a slightly crumpled, sealed envelope. She pressed it into my hands and said “Open it.”

The outside of the envelope was completely blank except for two typed words in the middle of the front side:

FOR JEFF

I carefully tore open the envelope. A single sheet of laser-printed paper was inside. I walked over to a window and read the message by the orange sodium light on the porch:

Dear Jeff,

Happy Birthday! I’m very sorry I wasn’t able to be with you today. However, I am giving you a present so that you won’t miss me too much this week. Your present is named Judy, and she is a good friend of mine from the swim team. Judy has been instructed to sexually satisfy you in any way you wish, at any time between today and next Friday. Upon your command, she will fuck you, give you blowjobs, and allow you to tie her up or do anything else to her that crosses your mind. The only limitations on what you can do are:

1. No permanent damage, of course. 2. No unprotected sex. 3. No bringing in other people. This gift is for you alone. I wouldn’t want to fuck other guys for your birthday, so I don’t see why my proxy should, either.

Enjoy! Control of your present began at the time you opened this envelope, and she is waiting for your first instruction. I hope you take the fullest advantage of your present, and think of me whenever you use her. I love you and can’t wait to get back from this dig to be with you again.

Love, Monica

My hands were shaking as I carefully refolded the note and placed it in my shirt pocket. Monica and I had brought other people into our sex play before, but never like this. We always talked about it and planned it out for weeks beforehand. Not only did it make the final experience more satisfying, but getting turned on from the planning was also a benefit. Until now, we were always together when we brought in someone new. As Monica put it, “We never fool around behind each other’s backs. We do it to each other’s faces.”

I looked at Judy again. She was standing next to me with her cup of beer, looking me straight in the eye. Maybe this was some sort of weird joke of Monica’s. We had enjoyed B&D before, and had discussed it with like-minded people, but I’d never seen or heard of Judy when we were playing our games. I held up the piece of paper and said “This says that you’re supposed to do whatever I want.”

“I know. Monica dictated it to me, and I typed it up. Anything you want, aside from those three rules.” I was getting nervous and hard at the same time. Monica had been my “slave for a night” a few times, but it was always just for the night, never longer. “Where are you going to stay for the next week?”

“Where do you want me to stay? I could sleep with you in your bed, or on your floor, or you could sleep in my room. My roommate won’t mind.” I was still looking for an excuse not to do this. I was on the verge of coming in my pants, and I didn’t always trust my judgment when I was this turned on. “Don’t you have class next week?” She shook her head. “Nothing I can’t skip. I did all my homework yesterday, and I can get handouts later.”

I couldn’t hold back. I smiled and shook my head in disbelief. “I guess I’m out of excuses then. Hold still, I want to look at you.” She stood up straight and I stared at her body again. This time I was in front of her and I made no attempt to hide my gaze as I slid my eyes down and back up her form. She was truly magnificent. Most college B&D types are humanities students, and they are generally out of shape, with the more attractive women being softly voluptuous. Judy was a swimmer, and her body was incredible, without a trace of unwanted fat. Rather than being large and soft, her breasts were small and tight, and looked like they would be resilient to my touch.

I had to test her obedience right there. I looked around to see if anyone was watching us, then brought my left hand to her breast. When my palm touched the fabric she almost recoiled, but stopped herself before she could pull away. She took a deep breath, and her breast pressed into my hand as her chest expanded. Still checking for onlookers, I began to massage her breast through her shirt in the crowded room. She was just as I had expected, firm and toned. I could feel her hard nipple under the knit, and gave it a soft squeeze. I looked at her face. She was red as a beet and chewing on her lower lip as she fought to keep control of herself, but she stared straight ahead into my face as I fondled her. I dropped my hand to her crotch and pushed in slightly. She spread her legs a bit, and I pressed my hand against her sex. She was very hot. I took my hand back and she let go of her lip as she breathed out.

“Go into the bathroom and take off your bra. I want to feel your naked breast under your shirt, then we’ll go.” She turned and left for the bathroom. I waited in my corner, trying to hide my huge bulge. My own sex slave! For a week! All my malicious thoughts towards Monica evaporated as I considered the possibilities. I’d have to pace myself, or I might run out of imagination by Monday. Okay, maybe Tuesday. I looked around to see if there were any other B&D people at this party. No one I knew was there except for Chuck, my old roommate. He was talking with some people I didn’t know, possibly members of the frat house. As I waited for Judy to get back, I stood and waved to him, until he saw me and waved back. I caught his attention like that twice more before she returned. Her white shirt hugged her loose tits tightly, and I could see the outlines of her hard nipples as she stood in front of me. She was holding another red cup of beer.

“Put your beer down.” I said. She did. “I don’t want you to drink anything this week, or take any drugs. I want you sober at all times. Okay?” She nodded. “Okay, now stand up straight.” I brought my hand back to her chest, and began to knead her breast again as I waited for Chuck to look at me again. I had waved to him enough so that he was certain to take another look to see what I was up to. Sure enough, he glanced my way as he talked animatedly with one of his friends. He gave me one look that placed me, then another look when he noticed that I was with a pretty girl. When he took his second look, I took my hand off Judy’s chest, then slid it under her shirt until it rested on her naked breast.

We were standing together closely and at an angle, so only a few people could see just what we were doing, and of those few people, only Chuck was looking. His reaction was classic. Whatever he was talking about, he stopped in mid-sentence and gawped as I tweaked Judy’s nipple in full view. He turned to his friends and tried to point us out to them, but I quickly pulled my hand from under her shirt and began to talk to her, just like any of the other couples that were near us. Chuck’s friends were trying to figure out what was going on, and Chuck himself looked like he was about to go insane. I couldn’t help laughing when I saw the expression on his face, when he realized no-one would believe him. Judy was smiling too, as she guessed at what I had just done. “Okay, Judy.” I said. “Let’s go.”

We left the frat house and walked to my apartment. As we walked, I put my hand in down the back of her shorts and rested it against her warm cheek. Judy made no objection, although she had to walk with an uneven gait to compensate for my hand. “So how did you get to be my birthday present?” I asked her.

“Oh, that?” She looked at me with an oddly sunny smile. “Monica and I were talking about our boyfriends, and she was telling me how you introduced her to bondage and stuff, and I was like, ‘Hey, I can do that!’ so then we started talking about stuff we’d done, and it just kind of came up.”

“What stuff did you do?” My interest was piqued. She just shrugged and said “Other stuff. I don’t tell people what I do with other people. It’s bad for my reputation.” She laughed. “Anyway, it’s better this way, because this way I’ll do what you think of, and not what you’ve heard I’ll do. That’s why you’re the master, right?” She poked me a little. “And why haven’t you called me slave, yet? Why are you still calling me Judy?”

“Slave seems too general. I can never identify with it. I need a name for you.”

“Well, then give me a name.” She said. “Something other than Judy.”

We walked in silence as I tried to think of an appropriate name for her. Judy wasn’t like anyone else I had topped. She had a way of acting servile without actually being servile. As a top, you were supposed to discourage that, but it seemed right for her. I rubbed her ass with my hand absently. Her gluts tightened every time she took a step forward. Monica swam to stay in shape, but she was nothing like this. I guessed that Judy swam competitively.

“Swimmer.” I said. She looked at me. “Your name will be Swimmer.”

She nodded her head and said “Okay.” I pulled my hand out of her shorts and gave her rear a hard swat before she figured out what I was doing. She yelped. “It doesn’t matter if you think it’s okay. I’m the master, and I decided the name. And don’t shout when I punish you. It’s bad form.” I gave her another swat for yelping, right on the upper thighs. She jumped a bit, but remained quiet. I placed my hand back in her shorts and we walked the rest of the way to my apartment.

As soon as we were inside the door I had her undress for me. She took off her clothes casually and left them in a heap next to the door. Once she was nude, she walked over and sat down on the couch next to me. I was at a loss for what I wanted to do first with her, so I told her to stand up and display her body for me. She stood and held her arms out, then turned around slowly so that I could view her from all angles. It was going to be a great week. Swimmer was a hardbody, and she looked like she could go all night and not get tired. By the time she completed a full turn, I had decided that the best thing to do would be to start out slow. I got up and had her follow me into the bedroom. She stood and watched me as I took my clothes off and lay on the bed.

Stretching out on my stomach, I told her to give me a massage. She climbed onto the bed and knelt next to me as she kneaded my back and arms. Running her hands lower, she moved to my ass, and I began to get hard as she grasped and molded my butt and thighs under her strong hands. Sensing my arousal, she slid her hand down and in to cup my balls lightly in her hand. Gasping, I told her to stop immediately. The massage was good, and I didn’t want to interrupt it just yet for sex. I told her to continue working on my legs. When she finished, I turned over and had her do my front. Swimmer’s technique was very different from Monica’s, and she felt exotic as she loosened up my chest and arms. I got hard again when she moved down towards my crotch, and this time I didn’t stop her when she took me in her hands.

“Just a hand job for now, Swimmer.” She nodded and stroked my cock, unafraid to hold it with a firm grip. Her free hand covered my testicles, and gently massaged them as she slowly fisted her hand up and down my shaft. A drop of pre-come leaked out of the tip, and she spread it over my shaft, providing lubrication to let her move her hand more quickly. Swimmer’s talented hands were too much for me, and I came quickly. With a loud groan, I spurted my come over my chest and stomach. When she had finished stroking me, Swimmer silently got up and walked to the bathroom, returning with a wad of toilet paper. She carefully mopped the come off my chest, then brought the wad of paper to her nose for an experimental sniff. She walked back to the bathroom to flush the paper.

When she returned, I said “That was an excellent hand-job, Swimmer. I am going to reward you by giving you your own hand job.” “You don’t need to do that, master…” “Sir is fine, and I want to reciprocate. It will also give me the experience of touching your beautiful pussy.” Swimmer blushed all the way down to her breasts when she heard me say that. I had her sit on her knees by my side, and open her legs. From this position, it was easy for me to place my hand between her legs and run my finger over her lips.

She must have really been enjoying the hand job she gave me, because she was very wet, and my middle finger slid inside of her easily when I probed her. As I pushed my finger inside, she began to flush deeply and clench against me as she fought to hold her position. Looking up, I could see her face and breasts were a deep shade of red as I moved my finger in and out. When I began to rub my thumb against her clit, she opened her mouth and began to breathe heavily.

Just when she was about to come, I pulled my middle finger out of her and rested my hand against her outer lips. I lay my index finger against my middle finger, then slid the two fingers back into her pussy. When she felt this increased size, she began to shake when I brought my fingers in and out of her. When I brought my thumb back to her clit, she twitched, then clamped her pussy around my hand as she came violently. Immediately she looked embarrassed, and she looked away from me as she thanked me for getting her off.

I was tired, and I had to figure out just what I wanted to do with my newfound slave, so I decided to call it a night. I told Swimmer to get under the covers with me, and we fell asleep together as I made my plans for the coming week.