Catalina Loves

This weekend was my thirty-sexth birthday. For my birthday I got a new necklace, perfume, and a threesome.

We were out Saturday night having tapas and drinks. There was the familiar zap of sexual electricity between us. He leaned over and whispered, “Save room for dessert, baby,” and winked at me.

“What does that mean?” I asked him.

“You know what that means,” he said.

Of course I knew what he meant. I knew that on our way home we would stop at Mike’s house. We had fantasized over it in bed for months, talking about two men fucking me, me on my knees sucking both of their cocks, the splash of their cum across my face. My favorite of all things to think about, as I closed my eyes and imagined it as I came, was licking my Master’s cum off of Mike’s perfect, hard tummy.

“Who?” he asked me about a month ago while we were fucking. “Who do you want for your birthday”

In my whorish state I thought of him and blurted out, “Mike”.

“Mike? From work?? I didn’t even know he was on your list.”

“Well…” I said.

“Ok,” he said a few seconds later. “I’ll make that happen for your birthday.”

We were standing at Mike’s door, and he said to me, “Now don’t you forget, little girl, who is your Master.”

“Of course not, Master. You are my Master and I am Your whore. It will always be that way.”

Several minutes later I was standing in the middle of Mike’s condo in uptown Charlotte, four hands running all over my body, my clothes being ripped from me.