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                     The Birthday Present
                            Part 3

                              by
                           OddManOut
					

Once again, Swimmer woke up before I did, and managed to take a shower 
and get breakfast started before I became conscious.  I got out of bed 
and peeked in the kitchenette to see what she was doing.  I found her 
there making pancakes in the nude.  They were pancakes-in-a-box, and the 
smell wasn t that enticing, but after the excellent dinner last night, I 
wasn t going to press the issue.

Swimmer saw me.  "Good morning, sir!  The food isn t ready yet."  It was 
a cheery voice which only emphasized my sleepy state.  "That s okay, 
Swimmer.  I m just going to take a shower.  The food should be ready by 
the time I m done."  The shower woke me up, and by the time I was 
finished, I found that I was ready for more than breakfast.  I toweled 
off, grabbed a condom, and joined her nude in the kitchenette.

"I m ready for breakfast now, Swimmer."  She turned and saw me naked 
with my hard-on, then said  "I ve still got pancakes in here, sir.  They 
re going to burn."  "No they re not.  Put your hands against the counter 
and bend forward.  You should be able to turn the pancakes while I do 
this."  Ever obedient, Swimmer leaned against the counter and presented 
her rear to me as I rolled the condom on.  I came up behind her and 
probed her cunt with my finger.  She was still a little dry, so I got on 
my knees and began to lick her cleft until she began to flow.

When I felt she was ready, I stood up again and eased into her from 
behind.  Swimmer flipped the pancakes as I fucked her from behind, 
bracing her body so that it was well away from the hot stove.  She was 
just beginning to start fucking me back when I climaxed into the condom.  
I pulled out, and slid my hand down to her mound to finish her off as 
she removed the pancakes from the stove.  She leaned back into me and 
pushed her sex forward into my palm as I twirled her clit under my hand.  
I bent forward and sucked her nipple, and that pushed her over the edge.  
She shook as she came into my hand, coating it with her juices.

That gave me an idea.  I reached over to the plate of pancakes, pulled 
one off the top, and wiped my hand off on it, coating it with Swimmer s 
syrup.  I took a bite.  It was delicious.  With some of the honey I had 
in the cupboard, it would be even better.  "Try this."  I held the 
rolled-up pancake to Swimmer s mouth.  She looked at me hesitantly.  "It 
s good, honest!"  I encouraged her.  "The worst thing about it is that 
it s instant pancake."  She still looked reluctant to try.  "Swimmer," I 
warned, "If you don t try it, I m going to have to discipline you."  At 
that, she tentatively leaned forward and took a small bite out of the 
pancake.  She tested it in her mouth, then took another, larger bite.  
"I told you it was good."

I grabbed the jar of honey from the cupboard, and we sat down to 
breakfast.  Swimmer would pass some of the pancakes over her pussy lips, 
and I would then spread the honey on as well.  It tasted a little 
strange, but was actually quite good.  I pulled the condom off and 
passed it to Swimmer, and she added my semen to our homemade syrup 
recipe.  She liked that even better, and tried to get me to taste, but I 
held off until the end, when I had the last half of a pancake that was 
coated with our combined juices.  It was a little saltier than the 
earlier pancakes, and a little more bitter, and I didn t get as wild 
about it as Swimmer did.  I guess semen is an acquired taste.

I was impressed with how things were going so far.  Swimmer had been my 
slave for only two days, and already we d done something I d never even 
imagined.  I was getting ready to go to do some more work when the phone 
rang.  Swimmer ran to answer it, but I told her not to.  No use giving 
bad ideas to people who didn t understand what was going on.

When I picked up the phone, Monica was waiting for me on the other end, 
talking through a haze of noise.  

"Happy Birthday!  I wasn t able to get to a phone until today, I m 
sorry!" 
"That s all right, Monica.  I m absolutely not angry with you right 
now!"  Monica s voice rose with delight.  

"You mean you liked the picture and the book?"

I laughed.  "Monica, I liked *all* your presents."

"You re just saying that."

"Really?  You know what I want to do to you right now?"

"Jeff, the operator s on the line."  Damn third-world telephone systems.
"Uh, I want to give you a really nice kiss, and maybe hold your hand or 
something."  She laughed, coming across as short bursts of static.  
"Yeah, I bet I know what you re holding right now."

She started talking to someone on her end.  "Huh?  No, I m talking to 
Jeff.  It s his birthday, and I missed it, can t I do that?  What the 
fuck?  Jeff?"

"Yeah?"

"Listen, I can t talk any longer, and I ve got to go, but I love you, 
and enjoy your presents."

"I love you, too." I said, as the line clicked off.  Monica was gone, 
off to argue with someone about the bureaucratic issues of a 
long-distance call.

I put down the phone, and saw  Swimmer looking at me with a worried 
expression on her face.  "Was that Monica?"

I nodded my head.  "She s in the middle of her dig.  What s wrong?"

Swimmer shook her head.  "Nothing, sir.  I was just worried that she may 
have changed her mind about my being here."

I smiled at her and said "Don t worry.  She didn t say anything about 
you."  Swimmer looked relieved at that.

Wiping the juices off her leg with a towel, she said "So what s planned 
for today, sir?"  "More work, then I figured we d go on a picnic." I 
replied.  She looked at me with interest.  "Where do you want to go?"  
"I ll let you know when I come back.  Just make sure that food is ready 
when I come back at one, and wear that white dress you had.  No 
underwear."  "OK."  She was about to leave, but I fished in my wallet 
and pulled out a twenty dollar bill.  "Get some groceries while I m 
gone.  I liked that stew last night, and I want to see how you cook with 
real food."  Swimmer smiled at the compliment, and turned to leave 
again.

"Don t leave until I can say you can leave, Swimmer."  She was charming, 
but sometime soon I d have to start training her.  "Yes?"  She waited 
for me to go on.  "One last thing.  When you do your shopping, I want 
you to be dressed the same way as for our picnic."  Her eyes widened.  
She hadn t thought of this.  "Of course, sir!  Is there anything else?"  
"That is all, Swimmer.  You can go."  "Thank you, sir."  She was 
bouncing out of the room, headed to throw on the cotton dress when I 
left.

Three hours later I came back to the apartment, having done about as 
much work as I could stomach.  Swimmer greeted me at the door in her 
white dress, and showed me the big basket of food she had packed.  
"Shall we go now, sir?"  "Not quite yet, Swimmer.  Stay here."  I went 
into the bedroom and gathered some items, then stuffed them into a 
pillowcase.  "Did you find a picnic blanket, Swimmer?" I called out of 
the room.  "No, sir.  I dug through my closet and pulled out an old 
flannel blanket that was now too ratty for use on a bed.  I checked it 
for holes, then wrapped it up around the pillowcase.  I came back out 
into the front room with Swimmer.  "Now I m ready.  Let s go."

We went to a small public park by the river, and found a spot that was 
relatively far from the water.  We spread the blanket out on the ground 
and sat down to enjoy our meal.  Swimmer had bought some cold cuts and 
long bread, and had made submarine sandwiches for the trip.  There were 
a few cans of lemonade in the bag as well.  We ate the sandwiches and 
stared at the ducks, and broke character.

"How are you enjoying being my present, Judy?"

"It s great!  I m glad I told Monica I d do this."  She tore a piece of 
bread from her sub and tossed it to a duck.  I went on.  "You know, we 
haven t really done anything big, yet.  Your toys still aren t broken 
in."  "I know.  I ll be okay with it.  That s why I wanted to do this, 
remember?"  She gave me a brief smile.

"How much of the stuff we got did you use before?"  She pursed her lips 
and thought.  "Well, I ve got a dildo, so that strap-on thing shouldn t 
be too different.  And I ve used nipple clamps "  I cut in.  "I thought 
you didn t have a set before we went to the Fox s Den."

"Oh, yeah.  Well, before now, I ve just borrowed them."  Judy took 
another bite of her sandwich.  "What other things have you used?"  She 
shook her finger at me until she could swallow what was in her mouth.  
"I told you, I don t tell what I ve done before.  I shouldn t have even 
told you about the nipple clamps."

"I just want to make sure that you re okay with what I want to do with 
you."  I said.  I went on.  "Are you okay about being tied up?"  She 
nodded her head and smiled.  "Only if you take advantage of me."  "And 
if I take advantage of you, are you okay with being taken, hard?"  
"Sure, you can be rough.  Just make sure I m wet, and you can do what 
you want."

"That s good.  I feel more comfortable, now."  I took the last bite of 
my sub and lay back on the blanket.  Judy looked over at me.  "So does 
that mean you re going to tie me up tonight?"  I looked back.  "No, that 
ll be tomorrow night.  Tonight I want to take you in the ass."  "Oh.  
Okay.  Do you have lube?"  "Yeah.  That s no problem."  I unabashedly 
admired her form beneath the white cotton dress, and idly placed a hand 
on her thigh.  "Finish your sub, Swimmer, then we ll have some fun."

I have never seen a woman eat as fast as she did.  Monica always took 
small bites of her food, even when she was starving.  Swimmer wolfed 
down the rest of her sub in about four bites when she heard me speak, 
and it took about a minute of chewing before she was able to swallow.  
When I was satisfied that she was finished, I looked around to make sure 
no one was nearby, then lifted her dress above her hips, exposing her 
blond thatch of hair to the sun.  I admired it for a second, then 
lowered my hand and spread her lips to the fresh air.  Swimmer closed 
her eyes and nodded her head as she let me run my fingers up and down 
the sides of her outer lips.  I reached behind me and pulled out the 
pillowcase I had brought along.  I removed a small dildo from the case 
and placed it at her opening.

Swimmer s eyes shot open and she looked up at the unexpected hard piece 
of plastic.  "Relax, Swimmer."  She tried, but it was an uphill battle 
to keep her body calm as I slowly pushed the toy into her folds.  I 
fucked her with it slowly as I kept a careful eye out for strangers.  If 
anyone happened along at that point, our actions would look prurient 
from any angle.  Just as she started to breathe hard, I let up on the 
dildo.  I needed to start showing her that I was the one who controlled 
her orgasms, not her.  I pushed it as far into her as it would go, then 
pulled the skirt down over her legs.

Leaning back, I put my hand on the back of her head and guided it 
towards my pelvis.  She got the message, and began to look around.  "Don 
t look around, Swimmer.  Just suck me."  She closed her eyes and found 
the head of my penis with her mouth.  Running her fingernails over my 
balls, she slowly took me in, laving the underside of my cock with her 
tongue.   I ran my hand through her hair as she pushed her head down and 
up on me, squeezing the root with her hand.  I looked around, and sat up 
when I saw two people heading our way.  They were coming through some 
bushes, so they hadn t seen us yet.

I looked down at Swimmer and said, "Relax, and act like you re asleep in 
my lap."  I pulled her dress down over her legs just as the other people 
came into view.  It was a pair of older women, dressed in bright spandex 
and out for a power walk.  They were both a little out of breath from 
the exercise, and engaged in some deep conversation, so they didn t give 
us any more than a cursory glance.  That was a big relief, because while 
a careless observer would have just seen a girl asleep in my lap, it 
would have been obvious from a closer look what we were doing.  Most 
people don t sleep directly on their faces.

As they passed by, Swimmer sucked just a little more, and made a 
swallowing motion in her throat that I could feel at the top of my 
shaft.  Normally, that would have felt nice, but the risk of getting 
caught elevated my sensitivity, and I had to clench my fists to keep 
from groaning.  She moved her tongue around a little bit, and I opened 
my mouth, taking quiet, even gasps.  The women s voices were fading into 
the distance, and I lay back again to let Swimmer finish.

This time, she didn t hold back.  Squeezing my balls with one hand and 
using the other to caress what wasn t in her mouth, she bobbed her head 
up and down on my rod, sucking hard enough to make popping sounds 
whenever the tip left her mouth.  I couldn t last long, and I erupted 
over her tongue with a powerful blast.  Swimmer took what she could, 
then licked what she missed off my belly before she tucked me back into 
my pants.

She smiled at me, but I just gave her a glare back.  "Your teasing 
almost gave us away back there, Swimmer."  "I m sorry, sir, I "  "No 
apologies!  If we d been found out, your tour as a slave would have been 
over by this evening."  "I didn t mean to "  "I said no apologies!  Now 
pull down your top!"  Swimmer hesitated, so I quickly reached over and 
yanked the straps of her dress down her arms.  The fabric stretched over 
her breasts, and I pulled the front down, exposing her nipples.  Swimmer 
darted her head around, and breathed in.

"Don t speak!  Or I end this now!"  Her eyes flashed at me, and I 
suddenly wondered if I had gone too far, if she was really going to end 
it.  It was a long pause as we looked at each other, each waiting for 
the other to move.  Finally, she breathed out, relaxing her body.  It 
looked like a gesture of defeat, but I could see that her nipples were 
rock hard.

I reached into the pillowcase again and pulled out the nipple clamps she 
had bought.  Her mouth opened a bit when she saw the little loops of 
metal.  When I reached out to clamp one on to her right breast, her skin 
was actually quivering under my touch.  I didn t screw the clamps on 
tight that would come later but I made sure that they were secure enough 
not to fall off on the way back home.  When I was finished, I gave an 
experimental tug to test it s strength, and Swimmer gasped quietly.

"You ll wear these home, and for the rest of the afternoon as your 
punishment.  Keep the dildo inside of you as well.  It s about time you 
learned the finer points of servility."  I pulled her top back up and 
rearranged it on her body.  We packed up and left the park, Swimmer 
following slightly behind me.  I looked back, and was pleased when I 
could see that she was walking carefully, and that the square frames of 
the clamps were clearly outlined against her dress.  Anyone who passed 
us would have been able to see what she was up to, but only a couple of 
people did on the way back to the car.

Once we were in the car, I reached over and tested the strength of the 
clamps again, through her shirt.  Swimmer bit her lower lip as I did 
this, trying to keep herself under control.  Her nipples were engorged 
with blood, and I imagined that they must have been burning for her.  As 
I drove home, I kept one hand on her breasts, teasing her clamped teats 
softly through the fabric.  Occasionally I slid a hand down to her bush 
as well, to ensure that she was still hot.  She was soaked down there, 
and I found that I could easily add one of my own fingers to the toy 
that was now buried in her folds.  When we got out of the car, I saw her 
fiddle with the back of her dress, and noticed that she had created a 
large wet spot in the lower legs.

I didn t want to have any more adventures with Swimmer until later that 
night, so I gave her permission to remove her clothes and the dildo, and 
set her to work organizing my papers.  It was a horrendous task that I 
never wanted to do myself, and I figured that if I had a slave for the 
week, I might as well get some useful work out of her while we weren t 
playing.  I sat her down amidst a pile of my back papers and told her to 
separate them into academic, personal, financial and junk piles, then 
sat back and watched football for the rest of the afternoon.

By the end of the game, Swimmer had accurately sorted my paperwork and 
started on dinner.  In addition to the hoagie material we had at our 
picnic, she had purchased some sole this morning.  She cooked it up in a 
white wine and onion sauce, and served it with rice and imported beer.  
It was delicious, and as a reward, I allowed her to remove her clamps 
and give herself an orgasm.  She did so quickly, not so much out of 
passion as much as a need for relief.  The money I had given her for 
food did not cover dessert, but we compensated for that by feasting on 
each other.  Laying down on the bed, I climbed on top of Swimmer and 
licked her clit as she gave me another one of her mind-bending blowjobs 
on her end.

After we finished, we adjourned to the shower.  I had Swimmer soap me 
down in preparation for our next bout.  When she was done washing me, we 
switched, and I told her to hold still as I washed her off.  I did a 
thorough job, paying close attention to her breasts and pussy, of 
course.  When she was completely clean outside, I told her to reach down 
and grab her ankles.  Knowing what was coming, Swimmer closed her eyes 
and licked her lips nervously, then bent at the waist and held on to her 
outstretched legs.  After checking her pussy to make sure that she was 
properly aroused, I placed one hand on her lower back for support.  Then 
I carefully lathered up my middle finger and slowly pushed it into her 
anus.  She moaned a little when I did this, and I could feel her legs 
start to buckle.  I worked my finger in and out of her ass for a minute, 
occasionally pulling out to get more soap.  She was hot inside, and her 
tender walls quivered when I pressed my finger against them.  I 
increased my speed, and Swimmer began to rock her body back against my 
finger as well as she could.

I could have let her come this way, but I felt that would be best saved 
for our actual anal intercourse.  After rinsing off her ass, we stepped 
out of the bathroom and headed for the bedroom, grabbing a tube of K-Y 
on the way.  I told Swimmer to get on all fours on the bed, and to kneel 
on her haunches.  This position spread her ass apart, and allowed me to 
easily push a K-Y coated finger up her back door.  I applied more lube 
to her ass, then slipped on a condom and spread lube around it.

"Okay, Swimmer, I m about to take you in the ass.  After tonight, I ll 
know your body as much as I desire.  How do you feel about that?"  She 
turned her head in her arms and said, "Sir, I m glad that you re going 
to do this.  I have always liked anal sex, and I think it would be an 
honor to have you inside me.  When you fingered me in the shower, it 
reminded me of how long it s been since someone fucked me back there, 
and of how good it felt.  Please, feel free to use my ass however you 
choose."

I placed my cock at the edge of her hole, and slowly started to push 
forward.  Swimmer relaxed, and the tip of my head found its way inside 
of her.  I pushed harder, and Swimmer pushed back, and soon the entire 
head popped past her sphincter ring.  I worked the rest of my way in 
slowly, still unsure of my slave s tolerance for anal sex.  When I was 
all the way in, I placed my hands at her hips, and said "Are you ready 
to be fucked?"  She nodded her head, and I could hear her smile as she 
said "Yes, sir."

I pulled out of her ass until only the head of my penis remained inside, 
then pushed my way back in to the base of my cock.  Swimmer was able to 
squeeze her muscles in many different ways, and was almost able to suck 
my cock with her sphincter as I developed my rhythm.  I increased my 
pace, and Swimmer raised herself from her haunches, allowing her butt to 
become tighter around my member.  The feeling was incredible, and I was 
glad that I had waited for three days before I finally sampled her butt.

As I went faster, Swimmer got into the action as well.  Looking over her 
shoulder at me, she said "Sir?"  I looked up at her face.  She was 
panting from our activities, and her forehead looked shiny from the 
sweat developing on her brow.  "Sir, can I can I play with myself while 
you fuck me?  Please?"  She gave me an aching look that made me increase 
my pace as I thought of her enjoying this.  Monica had let me fuck her 
ass sometimes, but it was always something for me she had never gotten 
into it.  I nodded my assent and was rewarded with an anal squeeze as 
Swimmer reached back with one hand and slid a finger up her pussy.

We were going faster, and Swimmer was starting to let out a soft moan 
whenever I bottomed out inside of her.  I could feel her hand through 
her flesh as it thrust inside her pussy and rubbed against her clit.  
Swimmer s moaning got louder, and her contractions were coming more 
frequently.  Anticipating her orgasm, I increased my speed once more, so 
that I was pounding into her ass.  This brought both of us over the 
edge, and she almost crushed my cock with the force of her spasms as I 
filled the condom with my sperm.  As the last of our ecstasy dribbled 
away, I carefully pulled out of her and went to the bathroom to flush 
the condom and give my penis a quick rinse.  When I came back, Swimmer 
was sprawled out on the bed and I collapsed next to her, making plans 
for Monday.

                          To be continued ..


"It is only the great men who are truly obscene.  If they
 had not dared to be obscene, they could never have dared
 to be great."
-Havelock Ellis
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