A Very Happy Birthday (Straight Practice part 2) - Sex Stories

A Very Happy Birthday (Straight Practice part 2)

... the chair. The only thing I was interested in was fucking Shriya senseless. I moved towards her, but she pushed me back. "You don't like it?" Shriya asked, pouting. "No," I said. "I do. I like it. That's why I bought it, and three others just like it over there." I pointed to the kitchen table. "Why don't you try it out?" Shriya suggested. I shrugged, and sat down. If it would make her happy, then maybe we could get past this and on with the birthday sex! "Just wait there for a second." "Shriya, what is this?" "Just wait," she repeated. "Trust me, you won't be disappointed." Shriya scurried off to Angie's room. Angie's room? When she came back, she was wearing a new outfit, sort of a catholic schoolgirl thing with the pleated tartan skirt, thigh-high stockings and a white shirt with more than a few buttons undone in the front. Beneath the shirt was a very sexy red bra that made Shriya's small breasts look fuller. She held her hands behind her back, which pushed her chest out sexily. "What have you got there?" I asked. "You'll find out soon," she deflected. "Just stay where you are, don't move." Shriya danced around the chair behind me. I tried to twist my head, but I couldn't see her. She was crouching down. I felt her hand circle around my wrist, and then something else soft and sheer. It snaked around one arm, then the other. Suddenly it pulled tight, tying my arm to the chair. Quickly, the second arm followed suit. I was tied to the chair. "Shriya, what are you doing?" I ...

... asked. "Just relax," she said, moving back into my field of vision. She carried a couple more scarves, which she used to bind my ankles to the front legs of the chair while carelessly caressing my penis over top of my pants. "There!" she said, standing. "How's that?" "I can't move," I said. "That's the point. All you get to do for now is just sit there and enjoy." Shriya went over to my stereo, found some slow soft music she liked (Brightblack Morning Light, for those of you who care about such details). As the first few electric piano chords came lazily drifting from the speakers, Shriya began to sway her hips seductively. "What if Angie comes back?" I asked. "She won't," Shriya assured me. "I asked her to give us the place to ourselves tonight, so she's going to stay with one of her girlfriends. But don't worry about her. Relax. Right now, it's just me and you, baby." She stepped slowly towards me, stopped, turned, grabbed the hem of her skirt, and lifted it to show me the fine curve of her ass. She was wearing a sheer see-through pair of red panties that matched her bra. She smiled at me as I admired them. She gave one of her cheeks a hard smack before letting the skirt fall back into place. Next she undid the buttons of her shirt, exposing her bra. She pushed her breasts together, and ran her hands over them. Then she straddled the chair, and shoved them into my face. I tried to lick them, but she leaned back and wagged a finger at me. Still straddling me, she shrugged the ...