Free Use Birthday

When I first met Dean on a little coffee date I had no idea how quickly my life would change. Dates turned into overnight stays and weekends away. We fell for each other fast and hard. Our visits became more and more frequent until it was practically every night. I had my own drawer of extra clothes at his place within a month.

I would finish work and drive directly to him. The moment I stepped through the door, he’d meet me with a deep, passionate kiss. He’d reach for my blouse, struggle to unbutton it, and pull up my skirt. He'd bend me over the closest solid piece of furniture, the couch, and take me from behind. Sometimes once, sometimes more. Afterward, I’d start making dinner for him. Standing in the middle of his kitchen, he’d play with me while I cooked; juices still flowing down my thighs from my welcome home.

Every night as we fell asleep he’d reach over and pull my hips to his. He’d be as hard as a rock and I’d push my bare ass back, grinding against him. Then he’d always whisper the same thing in my ear. “I want you.” I would instantly be soaking wet for him. He’d slide into me and finish in me over and over. He called it “filling me up”. I’d never cum on a man's cock until I met Dean, and maybe I’ll never be able to compare it to another. I’m his completely and he’s completely mine.

It was only a few months into dating when he asked me to move in. That’s when the flood gates really opened and our love making reached a new fervor. So much so that I started to “drown” so to speak. I began spending more time sore than not. I never believed in too much of a good thing, but the pain made it hard to enjoy each other by normal means. So to manage our insatiable lust, I started taking care of him with other parts of my body. And little by little we slowed down.

Don’t get me wrong we still fucked several times a week but for us this was a rut. That’s when I hatched a little plan.

Dean’s birthday was coming up and I decided to plan a special surprise for him to pour a little gas back on our smoldering flame. I decided that for the entire day he could use my body as much as he wanted. He didn’t even have to ask, in fact I hoped he didn’t. I started fantasizing about him pulling my hand to him and rubbing him wherever he wanted. I imagined him running his hands through my hair, grabbing it at the roots, guiding me to the floor, and unzipping his pants. I planned an outfit to be easy access for him so anything he wanted to touch was readily available. My biggest decision was panties or no panties?

But first to kick off the day and present the gift to him I decided to put on a little outfit and wake him up with a classic handjob. I knew I wouldn’t have to worry about him getting hard. His morning wood was as reliable as the rising sun. As I wrapped my hand around him he let out a quiet sigh of relief. I always loved when he did that. It's like the pressure has been building inside him since the last time I made him cum and the longer I wait the more **** he is for a release. I love being his release valve.

Soon, he started softly moaning and bucking into my hand. I could tell this first time was going to go fast. So I varied the speed of my strokes, toying with him. He could have me as much as he desired that day, but I wanted to make the first one special. I couldn’t let him cum too fast. I got up and positioned myself between his legs, briefly letting go of him. When my fingers met his member again, he gasped. I loved the feeling of driving him crazy, and his breathing got deeper and more intense. I felt myself getting wet and knew I wouldn’t have to wait too long to feel him inside me. However, this first time was completely for his enjoyment, so I ignored it to focus my attention on his throbbing cock.

I lowered the top of my lingerie and allowed my massive breasts to fall out. Dean’s told me so many times how he loves to watch them jiggle and bounce while I stroke him. Especially close to the end when I speed up to send him tumbling over the edge.

As I continued I felt his cock pulsing in my hand, and I could tell how close he was getting. I felt the tension building inside him, clawing to be released. His breathing deepened even more, and his mouth opened and his eyes rolled back as he laid on the bed. I felt his blood boiling inside him as he approached his first climax of the day. I started to wonder how many times he’d use me. I felt myself completely drenched and wished desperately that I could have him. I almost regretted my decision to dedicate my body to him. But I knew he deserved this. It was his birthday, and I was his birthday present. I knew I could have him the way I wanted him every other day of the year.

Now Dean was almost there. I sped up and switched hands, jerking him as fast as I could. My tits lightly bounced up and down as I struggled to keep up the pace. His cock was trembling. I imagined his load building inside of him ready to release for me.

And just like that, I saw his white sticky cum bubble up from the top of his cock. It dripped down the side of his shaft and onto my freshly manicured fingers. It was warm and thick. I gave a few final strokes to get the last of it out as he rode the wave of pleasure. Finally, I let go and ran one finger down the underside of him. This was just the beginning of a long, beautiful day.