Birthday Surprise

She bent down, maintaining eye contact with him, and slowly pulled up the wet-look panties that he loved to see her ass in, a smirk on her face. "Not only are we doing something completely out of our comfort zone tonight, but you'll have to look at me and know what I'm wearing under my jeans. You'll be wondering all night if my panties are wet, and, if you play this right, you might just find out." He groaned, knowing that tonight was going to be unlike anything he had ever experienced. They were going to a desert bar, one that was known in some circles as a good place to pick up an extra.

He was a respectable guy, the kind that would help the old lady next door with mundane day to day tasks. A nice guy. The kind of guy you would look at and just know that he has sex with his socks on and the lights off. Vanilla. Squeaky clean. Virginal, almost. She had always heard that you shouldn't judge a book by its' cover, but damn, he just oozed missionary position only. She was at a point in her life where missionary only seemed like the perfect thing. She had sown her wild oats, tried a lot of different things sexually, and was pretty sure that she was, for lack of better terms, well-travelled. Boy, was she wrong.

He was an absolute freaka kinky mother fuckerher perfect match. He introduced her to getting messy and she introduced him to clown sex and pegging. Of course, they did not have kinky escapades every time they had sex, but there was usually some kink involved, even if it was just her belittling his little dick. She did not think that his dick was little, he thought that. She tried and tried to convince him that his cock was average sized and that he fit her perfectly, but he wasn't convinced. They had been together for a while and had discussed everything under the sun and the things that are hidden in the dark. They were comfortable and felt safe with one another. This comfort led her to do something that she had never imagined herself doingshe booked them a spot at a dessert bar, as a surprise for his birthday. He knew that they were going to a dessert bar for his birthday, but he didn't understand this because he wasn't a huge fan of sweets. She kept dropping little hints and promised him that this would be a night that he wouldn't soon forget. He thought that his night would end with some good messy sex at home. Boy, was he wrong.

"From what I've heard, this place is quiet the experience," she said while starting the car. "They are only open two nights a month, usually on the second and fourth Saturday, and not only are there countless desserts to be had, but there are also no private tables--they provide an environment that encourages communication between strangers." He side-eyed her, this did not sound like his idea of funmore like a nightmare situation. At least he could look at her and imagine those shiny black panties cupping her ass, imagine how warm and moist her pussy was, and envision her sitting on his face. He had to stop his line of thinking because things were starting to rouse below his belt. "Tell me again why you think that this is something that I will like," he questioned. "I know what you like and I'm telling you, you're going to love this," she replied. "I guess we'll see." They were pulling into a parking lot in front of a nondescript building that had a banner identifying it as Cre de la Cre. Great, he thought, not only am I going to be forced to talk to people, but they'll probably be rich assholes dressed to the nines and I'm going in there with jeans and a t-shirt on. She was nervous and excited and couldn't wait for the evening to start and to see the look on his face when he figured out what was going on.

It started mundanely enough. They walked into the place and told them the name for the reservation. They were given a rundown of the layout of the place. The dessert bar was down at the end of a long corridor, where they could find an assortment of treats and an open alcohol bar to suite their particular tastes. There were different rooms along either side of the corridor where they could comingle with other patrons of the bar. They proceeded to the main room, where there were tables loaded down with any sweet imaginable. There were cakes, pies, ice creams, and even a chocolate fountain. They both got drinks at the wet bar and then loaded their plates with icky, sticky, gooey confections and then headed to choose a room to check out. They chose the second door on the left. She entered the room first and was surprised to see that there were sofas and lounges in the room, not chairs and tables. There were four or five other people in the room, and they immediately noticed her confused face. "There are no chairs and tables in any of the rooms," someone said, "the idea is that you are able to sit comfortably and get to know the other patrons in a more relaxed and less formal environment." "That makes sense," she said, taking a seat on a sofa as she beckoned him to do the same.

They made their introductions and began to relax more. The people in their room were interesting enough, there was a radio talk show host, a marine biologist, a pediatric dentist, a carpenter, and a banker. They were seemingly from all walks of life. Pretty soon, they were discussing hobbies. He was pleasantly surprised to find out that he shared similar interests with such diverse people. He looked over at her as she was lifting a bite of pie with meringue on top of it and watched in horror as she intentionally dumped it directly onto her breasts. "Whoops, clumsy me," she yelped, smirking at him, "wanna lick it off?" He just about shat his pants. They were in public, for fucks sake, it was one thing to do that kind of thing in the privacy of their home, but--she interrupted his train of thought, "well, if you aren't going to get it, I'm sure one of these other gentlemen wouldn't mind." His eyes got big, and he surveyed the room, noticing that all the people in the room were male, and all of them appeared to be very interested in helping her clean up. He could feel a tingle at the base of his cock as he came to this realization. She looked at him, exasperated, "well? What will it be? You going to do it or you going to have one of them do it?" He didn't like pie, but he didn't know how he felt about someone else touching his woman in an intimate way. Before he could decide what to do, one of the men got up from his seat and--holy shit! The guy just walked up to her, bent down, and engulfed the piece of pie and some of her tit in his mouth. She glanced over at him to gauge his reaction and noticed that he appeared to be excited.

"Can we talk for a minute," he quietly asked her. "Sure." They went out into the hall. "What the hell is going on here," he asked. "Well, we're at a dessert bar," she started, but he interrupted, "cut the shit. What's going on? Why are there only men here?" She smirked. "We are at a dessert bar. There are only men here because I'm the dessert." His jaw dropped to the floor. "I've been paying attention to everything that you say, and I thought that this would be a great surprise for you, I know that you sometimes think about me being with other men. I know that you like to get messy. I thought that I could fulfill a fantasy of yours for your birthday and combine both things. Of course, you have absolute control--the man can only go as far as you allow, so you must verbalize what is and is not okay. That guy didn't have your permission and that is the only time that was allowed, kind of an icebreaker. They will turn to you for instruction and permission from now on." He was stunned. He didn't know how to feel about this. He'd had fantasies about seeing her with other men, but those were fantasies. Now that he was faced with his fantasy becoming a reality, he didn't know how to feel. "We'll start slow. You can pour chocolate on me and pick a man to lick it off. If you want action, you put the chocolate on you. If you don't like that, we'll stop and go home, no harm, no foul. If you do like it, then this can go as far as you would like for it to." He grabbed her hand and they returned to the room from which they came.

"You," he pointed to a man on the sofa, "go get us some chocolate from the chocolate fountain." He turned to her, "you, remove everything but those panties and lay there," he pointed to a chaise lounge. He leaned down and kissed her deeply. The man came back with the chocolate and handed it to him. He had her dip her finger into the chocolate and then he licked it off, eliciting a moan from her. He had her repeat herself and then had someone else lick it from her finger. He then trailed some in between her breasts and had someone else lick it off her. This continued until everything but her pussy had been touched. "Take your panties off," he told her huskily. She complied. He buried himself in her soaking wet cunt and groaned. The other men in the room were also sporting hard-ons and started gripping their cocks to relieve the pressure. He didn't notice them, he was so enthralled and caught up in fucking her senseless. When he finally came, he looked around at the other men who were stroking their cocks at the sight of them fucking and decided to test the waters.

He chose a guy whose dick was smaller than his and said, "you're up first little man, go ahead and fuck her sweet pussy." She quivered at the dominance of his command. When the little guy finished, he looked to the two guys who had the same size dick as him, "you, fuck her mouth, and you, fuck her pussy," to her he said, "make sure you swallow that cum, you filthy bitch." Her eyes widened and remained fixed on him as the two guys used her body. She was soaking wet and if her nipples got any harder, they'd pop. She couldn't believe that he was letting other men experience his pleasure. Once they finished, he turned to the final guy. He was a tall black man with a monster cock. "Fuck her pussy like it's the last pussy you'll ever fuck," he said. The black guy flipped her onto her hands and knees and rammed his massive cock into her pussy, causing her to scream out. "Grab her hair while you fuck her," he said, his cock starting to stir again at the site of her milky white skin against the dark brown skin. As she was being pounded, he started pumping his dick, harder and faster, until he came for a second time. The black guy finished up, emptying his load into her. She was breathless, flushed, covered in a sheen of sweat. He had never seen her look so erotic. He started grabbing his clothes to get dressed, when she stopped him, "don't get dressed yet" she drawled, "it's your turn to lay down." He complied, looking at her with questioning eyes as she rose from the chaise lounge. He watched as she approached, curious as to what she was up to. She straddled him, moving her pussy up to his face while saying "it's time for you to find out why this place is called Cre de la Cre," he was confused until he felt something warm, and sticky hit his face. She was cream pieing him with the jizz from all the other guys. He instantly got hard again, but she looked at him and said, "I'd prefer to take this to the house and finish it alone."