The Birthday Gift

It was Pascal’s 28th birthday, and his best friend Martin had a special surprise for him. They had known each other since childhood, and over the years, Pascal had confided in Martin about his dominant tendencies and his desire to treat women like objects. Martin, on the other hand, was a timid man, married to the lovely Manue, who had never been shared or dominated before.

As the three of them sat in the forest, the sun filtering through the leaves, Martin turned to Pascal with a sly grin. “Pascal, my friend, I have a birthday present for you that you’ll never forget.”

Pascal raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Oh? What might that be?”

Martin gestured towards Manue, who was blushing furiously. “For one day, my wife is yours to do with as you please. I want to see you treat her like the object she is, to hear her moan and beg for your touch.”

Pascal’s eyes lit up with excitement, and he licked his lips hungrily. “Well, well, Martin. You know just how to make a man’s birthday special.”

Manue squirmed in her seat, her cheeks flushed with a mixture of embarrassment and anticipation. She had never been with another man before, but the thought of being dominated by Pascal, her husband’s best friend, was incredibly arousing.

Pascal stood up and walked over to Manue, his eyes roaming over her body like a predator sizing up its prey. “Stand up,” he commanded, his voice deep and authoritative.

Manue obeyed, her legs trembling as she rose to her feet. Pascal circled her, his hands trailing over her curves, squeezing her ass and breasts possessively. “You’re going to be my perfect little fuck toy today, aren’t you, Manue?”

“Yes, sir,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Pascal grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked her head back, forcing her to look at him. “Louder, whore. I want to hear you say it.”

“Yes, sir!” Manue cried out, her eyes watering from the pain.

“That’s better,” Pascal growled, releasing her hair. He turned to Martin, who was watching the scene with rapt attention. “Now, I’m going to use your wife like the fuck doll she is. I’m going to make her scream and beg for my cock. And you’re going to watch every second of it.”

Martin nodded, his breathing heavy with excitement. “Do whatever you want with her, Pascal. She’s yours for the day.”

Pascal grinned sadistically and turned back to Manue. “Strip,” he ordered. “I want to see what I’m working with.”

Manue’s hands shook as she slowly removed her clothes, revealing her petite, curvy body. Pascal licked his lips, his cock already hardening in his pants. “Fuck, you’re a sexy little thing, aren’t you? I’m going to enjoy breaking you in.”

He grabbed Manue’s arm and pulled her towards a nearby tree, pushing her face-first against the rough bark. “Spread your legs, whore,” he demanded, kicking her feet apart.

Manue complied, her pussy already wet with arousal. Pascal slapped her ass hard, leaving a red handprint on her pale skin. “This is what you’re good for, isn’t it? Being a set of holes for men to use.”

“Yes, sir,” Manue whimpered, arching her back to present herself to him.

Pascal unzipped his pants and freed his thick, hard cock. He rubbed the tip against Manue’s dripping slit, teasing her. “Beg for it, slut. Beg me to fuck your tight little cunt.”

“Please, sir,” Manue panted, writhing against the tree. “Please fuck me. I need your cock so badly.”

Pascal chuckled darkly. “That’s what I like to hear.” With one swift thrust, he buried himself deep inside her, groaning at the feeling of her tight walls clenching around him.

He set a brutal pace, pounding into Manue with animalistic ferocity. His hands gripped her hips hard enough to bruise, pulling her back onto his cock with each thrust. “Take it, whore. Take my cock like the dirty little fuck toy you are.”

Manue moaned and whimpered, her body shaking with pleasure. She had never been fucked like this before, so roughly and possessively. It was everything she had ever fantasized about.

Pascal reached around and roughly grabbed her tits, squeezing and kneading the soft flesh. “These tits are mine now, understand? I’m going to use them however I want.”

“Yes, sir,” Manue gasped, her nipples hardening under his touch.

Pascal pulled out of her suddenly, leaving Manue empty and aching. He spun her around and pushed her to her knees, his cock slick with her juices. “Suck it, whore. Clean my cock with your slutty little mouth.”

Manue opened her mouth obediently, taking Pascal’s thick length down her throat. She gagged and choked as he fucked her face, tears streaming down her cheeks. But she loved every second of it, loving being used like a toy.

Pascal pulled out and slapped her face with his cock, leaving a sticky trail of precum on her skin. “You’re a good little cocksucker, aren’t you? I bet you’d let me fuck your ass too, wouldn’t you?”

Manue nodded eagerly, her eyes wide with desire. “Please, sir. I want you to fuck my ass. I want to feel you in every hole.”

Pascal grinned sadistically and positioned himself behind her, spitting on her tight rosebud. He rubbed the saliva around her puckered hole, teasing her. “This is going to hurt, whore. But you’re going to take it like a good little slut, aren’t you?”

“Yes, sir,” Manue whimpered, bracing herself for the pain.

Pascal pushed his cock against her ass, slowly forcing his way inside. Manue cried out at the burning sensation, her body tensing against the intrusion. But as Pascal began to move, the pain gave way to intense pleasure, and she found herself pushing back against him, desperate for more.

Pascal set a brutal pace, fucking Manue’s ass with deep, powerful thrusts. His balls slapped against her pussy with each movement, sending waves of pleasure through her body. “Fuck, your ass is so tight. I’m going to fill it with my cum, whore. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

“Yes, sir,” Manue moaned, her body shaking with pleasure. “Please cum in my ass. I want to feel it.”

Pascal groaned, his thrusts becoming erratic as he neared his climax. He grabbed Manue’s hips and slammed into her one last time, his cock pulsing as he emptied himself inside her. Manue cried out, her own orgasm crashing over her as she felt Pascal’s hot seed filling her up.

Pascal pulled out, his cum dripping from Manue’s well-used holes. He slapped her ass one last time, leaving another red handprint on her skin. “You did well, whore. I think I’ll keep you around for a while.”

Manue collapsed onto the ground, her body spent and sore. But she had never felt more satisfied in her life. She looked up at Martin, who was watching the scene with a satisfied smirk. “Thank you, sir,” she whispered. “Thank you for giving me to Pascal. It was the best birthday present I could have asked for.”

Martin chuckled and helped Manue to her feet, wrapping his arm around her waist. “I’m glad you enjoyed it, my love. And don’t worry, we’ll be doing this again soon. Pascal has a lot more to teach you.”

As the three of them made their way back through the forest, Manue couldn’t help but smile. She had finally discovered her true calling as a submissive little fuck toy, and she couldn’t wait to explore all the dirty, depraved things Pascal had in store for her.