***Estimated Read Time:*** *8 minutes, 1752* words
***Tags:*** *[M4F] [MF] [her fucked from behind] [missionary position] [food play] [birthday sex] [fucked on furniture] [spanking] [narrative] [2nd person] [birthday sex] [cake] [have your cake and fuck on it too]*
*All characters in this story are 18+ years of age.*
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It’s your birthday, and I have a special treat for you.
Imagine, standing in the kitchen, naked, just as I instructed you to.
It’s been a wonderful weekend of celebration. Birthday dinner out with friends, drinks, calls from family. It’s been lovely, but now everyone has gone home and things have slowed down. It’s just us now.
You’re wondering what I might have planned, why I wouldn’t give up any other details for tonight. Why you had to wait naked. You’re pondering this in the kitchen when I enter, also naked, carrying a large cake with lit candles on it.
You can’t help but smile as I bring it over you to. Partly because of the birthday candles and partly because you have a good feeling you’re about to get your answer.
I say happy birthday, for probably the hundredth time today, and I tell you to go ahead and blow out the candles.
You lean over and do as you’re told, maybe making a birthday wish as you do, though you keep it to yourself. You’re not really sure you have room for much more dessert, much less a big cake like this.
Once all the candles are blown out, I set the cake on the table behind you. Taking you in one arm and pulling you close, I give you a nice long birthday kiss. The kind that says, I want you, you sexy, sexy animal.
With me up against you, it’s difficult not to notice how stiff my cock is. I break away from kissing you and dab some icing on the fingers of my free hand. You go to ask me what I’m up to when I bring my icing covered fingers to your lips to shush you.
You take the clue and gently lick my fingers before sucking icing off. I smile and tell you I’m going to give you a proper birthday fucking.
Even as your mouth is cleaning the last traces of icing off of my fingers, by your eyes I can tell I have your full attention.
Slowly pulling my fingers from your lips, I dab them in the cake again and this time bring the icing to your tits. I plant a little on each breast. Giving you another quick kiss, I break away and bring my tongue down to lick the icing off you.
I take my time though, dragging my warm tongue this way and that way. I flick it against your nipples and lap up some of the icing. I make a mess of the icing on your skin as I play. Running my tongue all along your chest, leaving you sweet and wet.
I bring my lips to your nipples and suck them a little longer. They didn’t both have icing on them, but I’m being thorough and giving them plenty of attention with my lips now. By your soft moans, you’re not going to complain about that.
Taking some icing with your own fingers, you dab some on your lips and tell me I missed a spot. I break from your tits and happily help clean your lips off with my tongue and lips too. It’s a very sweet kiss, though a little forceful. I make sure I get every last bit off your lips before breaking away a moment.
You go to dab some more icing on your fingers when I grab your arm and turn your body. Wordlessly, I pull you by your arms and push you over the table so you’re bent over in front of me, the cake right in front of you.
Still holding your arms, I bend over you and whisper in a husky voice, “Happy Birthday,” and you feel my hard cock sliding against your ass. “It’s time for the birthday girl to have her dessert.”
You lick your lips and ask me playfully what the cake was for, though you may have an idea already. Without replying, I force you down onto the table, tits first into the cake. One hand holds you down by your neck, and the other lines my cock up with your pussy.
I tease my head against your wet and eager pussy before starting to press in.
I tell you I’m going to fuck you like a proper birthday girl. That you’re going to be wearing this cake while I fuck you good and hard on the table. In reply, you can only manage to gasp and moan as I ease my cock in. Your torso covered in icing, the cake definitely ruined but you don’t care.
I slide my cock all the way inside you, then slowly pull it back out and hold so just the tip is still in. You look back just in time to see me raise my hand and bring it down to give your ass a nice hard slap.
I repeat this motion a few times. Pressing my cock deep inside you before pulling it almost all the way back out and slapping your ass again. Your cheek stings and the sound is sharp and loud each time. Each time I thrust a little harder, a little deeper, each time my hand hits a little sharper.
You whimper and moan as I hold you down and set the pace here. No wiggling your ass to stop me from pulling out, no moving your hips to avoid your birthday spankings.
I don’t give your ass a slap for each year, but I give you quite a few before I’m satisfied and ready to start fucking you hard.
When I’m finally ready to fuck you good, I pull out to the tip again and hold there but instead of slapping your ass again, I bring both my hands to your hips and hold you tightly. You whimper and wiggle your ass in anticipation as you feel me grip you tight and thrust into you.
My rod dives deep inside you and I start thrusting into you repeatedly, pulling and pushing you as I go. You’re pressed down against the table, it shifts under the motion but you hold on as I pound your ass. If the cake was ruined before, it’s a sweet mess now.
Your chest is coated in icing, with some of the cake along your stomach and on your neck too. Between the forceful thrusting of my hips and my arms pushing you down, there’s not much you can do about it.
You grip the table hard to brace yourself as I fuck you like an animal. Your mind is barely holding on as it is, just the sensation of being filled up and drilled hard. You can hardly think about how the icing got to your mouth, how it’s likely in your hair now. You’re just one burning hot mess on the table, being fucked good.
Waves of pleasure wash over your mind. Your body tenses and shivers with each release as I continue to pump you full of my cock, not slowing down as you cry out.
You’re a hot, sweaty, sticky, sweet mess when you finally feel me slow down and stop thrusting into you. You’re still moving your hips when I finally stop, your ass bouncing against me.
Finally, you slow your motions and catch your breath a little. You’re enjoying the break, the sensation still strong inside you, but you’re curious why I’ve stopped so abruptly. You feel me release my hands as I bend over your back, bringing my lips to your ear.
You feel my hot breath on your skin and you eagerly wait for what comes next. I tell you I want you to flip over for me.
Sliding out of you, I turn you around and help you sit on the table in front of me now. You can see I’m sweaty and breathing hard too, that my body is still very eager and ready to go more. You obediently get into position and watch me as I survey you.
I kiss you hard, pushing your head back with my lips, as I grab a handful of your ass with my hands. You wrap your arms around me and pull me in even harder there on the table.
Our bodies pressed against each other, the icing smearing over my chest now too. My cock lines up with your pussy and I break my lips away from yours.
I whisper happy birthday once again as I slide my cock into you from this position and hold you tightly. I pump you nice and hard as I lick icing off your chest and neck. My mouth nibbling at you as our hips work in unison.
You moan and gasp between licking icing off of me. I grunt and moan, pumping you as I work my hips. My stiff cock filling you up and dragging along your pussy before sliding back in deeply.
I bring my hand to your neck and press lightly as I work my cock back and forth. Your makeup from the day is a mess. Icing and tears and sweat and saliva mixed around. We’re going to need a long, hot shower after all this. But I’m not done with you yet, and even then, I might not be done pleasuring you, birthday girl.
My grip tightens, you hear me moan loud as sounds of pleasure escape my lips. Plunging my cock deeper and deeper with each thrust, your legs wrap around me and hold me tightly, pulling me into you even harder.
Your sensations are a little warm and fuzzy. You’re out of breath though I’m doing most of the work here. You’re cumming hard and you’re a little light-headed. Your body is warm and sore in all the right places.
You’re getting the birthday sex you deserve, being fucked nice and hard and raw. You’re covered in cheap icing but couldn’t be happier to be fucked. You know I’m happy to make you cum again and again as I fill you up.
Eventually, after quite a while longer, we both cum together and collapse into each other’s arms.
After a little more licking of icing and running lips over each other, we head to the shower to clean up.
I’m still feeling plenty frisky and you certainly don’t feel like there’s too much of a good thing when it comes to birthday sex.
Happy birthday, my dear.
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Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/kv8lgj/birthday_sex_for_the_birthday_girl_m4f_food_play
This is well written. Good job.