The Birthday Gift

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The Birthday Gift

Part 2

My birthday had been such a special time. I had received some wonderful gifts, but none had been as sensual as the night I explored my bi sexuality with the whore. My husband had even spiced it up with telling me that I was to be her whore. It had added spice to the evening, and the tale had played its self more than once through my fingers as I lay in my bed. To lie there in the dark, the sound of his gentle breathing, my nightdress hitched up as my fingers explored and replayed that night’s event.

John and Mary were old friends of my husband. He’d known John years and been best man at their wedding. I had always got on with Mary but we’d not been the best of friends. I’d finished work, which on a Friday is always the high point of the working week. We were to meet them at a local club, a private club at which we were to be their guests.

I had treated myself to a short red dress, one very much in likeness to the one worn by my lesbian lover on that night a month ago. I had even laid out to have my hair cut and I felt liked a million pounds.  We were, of course late, well I am a woman and it’s my right to be late getting ready for an evening out.

John and Mary were already sat at the table, located in a corner of the plush dining room. Every table was occupied and we wound our way through the tables towards our friends. They looked up as we walked up to the table. Mary smiled and complimented me on my dress. The boys sat on side of the table and I shuffled around to sit next to Mary.

It hadn’t been a bad evening and we’d eaten well. The conversation had been fun and we had imbibed well. Mary and I had chatted quietly to between ourselves, and the men had done likewise. We were sat there drinking brandies, and quietly talking.  Mary looked across the table and smiling asked what I had been given for my birthday. She wondered if my husband had managed to find that special gift he’d been seeking. I was a bit taken back to think she knew what he’d planned. I sat there feeling my cheeks turn red as she was told that yes the number she’d provided had proved useful.

Mary smiled, said she was pleased she’d been able to help and then she asked to be excused, as she needed the ladies. As she stood, she leant close to me and I heard her whisper that I “looked good enough to eat”, and then she was whispering to my husband. She gave me one more smile and wound her way across to the ladies. John asked if we wanted a “top u” and left for the bar.

“How could you tell her? “I asked my husband. He smiled and said that she had pushed for him to carry the idea through when he first mooted it to her. She even had a copy of the DVD recording and had said how much she enjoyed it. My face reddened and I was for the first time lost for words. “Now my darling she has paid for your services and asked me to have you follows her to the ladies.” I was shocked and knew we would bed arguing over this once we were home, which wouldn’t be long after this revelation. A fantasy was one thing but that was private and I could not forgive him for humiliating me. He smiled at me and reached across to take my hand. I tried to pull it away, but he held on to it tight. “You seem to realise I wasn’t joking about the whore idea. She has paid for your services and should you decide not to provide what she has paid for” he patted my hand” well she wonders how your DVD would look on You Tube”? My face reddened as my anger evaporated into humiliation and subjugation. “Now my darling off you trot, third stall as you go in” He patted my hand.

As I stood John sat back down and he took my husbands hand, placing it between his legs. I was stunned as I watched my husband face turn red. Then he undid the zip to John’s trouser and slide his hand in. His macho image had been shattered. John smiled and assured me “you don’t think this was all his idea?  He may pretend he is the brains behind the fun you have had, but he isn’t the one who works the stings. He just does as we bid him, after I took a peak at his works accounts. TUTT...now run along Mary paid good money for you” and with that he watched as my loving husband paid homage to John’s erection.

My marriage in tatters, I walked to the ladies. I felt humiliated, shamed but very turned on. A beautiful woman was awaiting me, and she had paid good money for me. It was the fantasies second chapter come to life. I had no idea what fate awaited me, but I was sure it would be nothing compared to that of my ex husband.

I pushed the toilet door open and walked in. There were three stalls and a row of hand basins. Mary was not in sight but the third door cubical was shut. Aside from that I had the room to myself.

I walked over to the closed stall door and tapped on it gently. The door slowly swung open and I saw Mary sat on the throne, her legs slightly apart and a smile on her lips.  “I can see my money has been worth it, now slip out of that dress darling”. I felt my cheeks redden, my panties becoming damper from the memories and the anticipation of what my client required of me. I reached round, loosened the zip and pulled the dress free. I stood there in the entrance to the stall, clad in just my panties, and hold ups. I never wore a bra as I felt I had the sort of figure that could risk being free from that. Mary smiled again and held her hand out for my dress.

I passed my new expensive dress into her hands and before my eyes she dropped it onto the floor beside the toilet. It landed in a puddle of some sort and I could see the liquid soaking into the red fabric.

She beckoned me into the stall and with the lack of space I could do nothing but stand before her. Her hands reached out and eased my panties down, her eyes feasting on my shaven mound. Once they reached my ankles I stepped out of them and these to were discarded by my client into a pool of unknown origin.

She slid her hand between my thighs, and my legs parted. She could feel the wetness of my arousal and I felt her fingers slide between my lips and into the deep pool of wetness. Her fingers wet with my juices, she slipped them into her mouth and tasted my scent from them. “Now remove my panties” said ordered, parting her legs some more.

I had no choice but to kneel, my stocking knees sinking to the floor and also becoming wet. Had no one cleaned these toilets? I felt the cold liquid seep through my holds up fine mesh and soak into my skin.

I reached out with my hands to between her knees and with shaking fingers pulled her panties down, as she raised her bottom of the seat. I slipped them over her feet and was ordered me to inhale the scent that emanated from the crutch. My knees sliding in the wet floor, I placed my nose to the stained crutch and inhaled the scent of aroused bitch.

She took them from me and then finally spread her legs wide, allowing me to see the wetness of her pussy as well as her large aroused lips. “Tongue forward, and earn the price I paid for you” she commanded. Placing both hands on her stocking knees for support and leant in towards that mound. I could see the puffed shaped of the lips as leant forward. Her scent was strong and went someway to over come the smell of stale piss that emanated from the toilet bowl.

With the tip of my tongue I tenderly touched her wet flesh and the sheer arousal of my birthday gift came back to me. The hornyness, the sheer desire to serve to be a true whore came flooding back. Those nights with my fingers exploring myself became fact as I started to earn the price of my services. A price I never saw, but one that my unknown pimp would be given.

My tongue ran along her wet slit, her wetness filling my mouth. I could feel her breath sharply in, as my tongue touched those lips again, and I sucked one into my mouth. It was almost like sucking on a small cock, but it turned me on far more.  I sucked the lip until it could reach no further into my mouth and with my fingers I sought admission to her wet hole.  My finger slid past the entrance and deep into her depths, Mary moaned and her buttocks lifted off the seat as she reached a new stage in her arousal, a stage that I had brought on, me the married woman! Me kneeling in piss and serving this woman as she sat on a toilet seat.

I felt my own pussy moisten, but no hands would be permitted there unless I was permitted to do so. I was here to give pleasure not to receive it. As I knelt there, my feet sticking out past the stall door I heard the toilet door open and the sound of heels. A woman laughed as I felt her hands run them self over my exposed buttocks. “You were right Mary she is special” the woman commented. “May I?” she asked. Mary was beyond speech, but I heard her mummer “yes” through her clenched lips. My face never lifted from its duties as I sucked and licked. I felt her juices coating my face and my nostrils becoming blocked with the liquid that escaped my efforts.

I felt my buttock cheeks being parted and a finger being slid into my anus hole. I felt a fresh violation and became more aroused as it slid deeper. The pain was worth the pleasure and I pushed myself onto the finger. I pushed, feeling it fill me, and that made me double my efforts to make my clients evening the one she had paid for.

I walked across the dining room. Dressed once more in my new dress. The stains on it and the state of my stockings made me look the whore I was. In one hand I carried my panties, have been forbidden to wear them and my heals abandoned in the toilet. I was led by my client’s hand, as she walked me across the room. Diners looked up, women smiled and I could sense a few of them were already working out what nights they could book me for. That I would be busy again soon.

Mary led me to the men’s door and opened it with one hand. I looked  and was not surprised to see my ex husband kneeling on the floor, his knees in piss, his trousers and pants discarded, as he offered John the same service I had his wife. We were no longer husband and wife but simply whore and rent boy.  What a future awaited us, as we were paid to serve in anyway our clients required.

As ever feed back most welcome and I hope those of you who asked for part 2 will not be disappointed