08-04-2008, 04:22 PM
The Birthday Present written by Frank
The card read, "I will do anything to please you today for your birthday - wear anything anywhere and do anything with you or anyone else. Happy Birthday, your forever love."
I looked up to see a nervous impish smile on Pamela's face. She stood on one leg, arms behind her back, and her robe half open. She knew me pretty well and knew she was in for quite a day. She had already agreed to many of my fantasies in the short time we had been together. I had given her dresses to wear which were open in a v down to her hips and taken her out to bars and crowded dance clubs where men fondled her shamelessly as she squirmed past them. Another night I got her quite drunk in a bar wearing a very short mini skirt and a see through blouse. I told the guy next to us who had been staring at her tits all night that he could f--- her for $200. We went back to the hotel room and I held her arms while he rammed into her furiously for 10 minutes while squeezing her b cup breasts to a bright red. And yes, she knew all about my love of punching women in the belly. I would punch her at least once nearly every time we had sex. I especially love to sucker punch her and be f---ing her before she's caught her breath.
"How did you know what I wanted?" "You're so easy to please," she replied with a little grin. "Wait here, I'll be right back."
I knew exactly what I wanted and got the outfit out and put it on the bed - a short tight jean skirt which cinched low on her hips and a thin white long sleeve cotton top which hung loosely about 2 inches below her taut breasts. When she returned wearing the outfit, a rush went through my loins that sent my heart to racing. Pamela is 5'9", pretty enough with long brown hair, and long trim belly, now displayed for all the world to see.
We drove into the city and checked into a large hotel. It was all I could do to not drive my fist into her stomach and f--- her as soon as we entered the room, but I resisted. "Keep your arms back and your belly out," I whispered in her ear as we walked out into the busy streets. There were a lot of glances to her mid section as we strolled the crowded street. We walked to the strip club and red light district and I told her to cross the street and stand at the curb pushing her tits out. I watched her from a half block away. One guy stopped and stared at her for a long time - I was surprised he didn't approach her. Soon a car stopped and motioned her over and she stood at his window with her arms behind her back. I had instructed her to tell anyone who propositioned her that she was waiting for someone. She later told me that the two guys in that car had offered her $500 to come back to their hotel room while one of them never took his eyes off of her belly. I have often fantasized what they would have done to her.
Meanwhile, I was checking out the hookers for my plan. Several gave me a come-on and I politely declined. I spied a black woman wearing a wickedly low red blouse and a tight black leather skirt. She was probably 10 years younger than my 35 year old Pam, a couple inches shorter, and 20 pounds heavier, most of the weight in her large chest and hips.
"You want to go have some fun, handsome?" she asked with wide open eyes. "What's your name?" "Ruby" "Yes I would, very much. I have a special plan. See that girl in the white top down the street?" "Sure did. She must be new here or she would know not to take other peoples spots." "She's with me. She's told me that I can have any fantasy I want today. And I want to pay you to come back to our hotel room and punch her several times in the belly. No one will touch you. I'll guarantee you at least $300 for an hours work." "Huh? Boy, I thought I'd heard it all. What Hotel? "The Hilton. Go check out the story with her." "I think I will."
A buxom redhead as tall as Pam had gone up to her and was engaged in conversation. She stood nose to nose with her and had contempt all over her face. As we approached I heard her say, "Yeah, he better find you on some other street or he'll have to peel your bloody little body off of this one." Ruby pulled Pam towards her and said, "I'll take care of this one Tina." She spoke with Pam and then came over to me. "She says whatever you want. It's your money, but you better not pull any strange stuff." "I've told you exactly what I want."
Ruby told Tina something and as we walked off Tina called out, "I see you out here again and I'll do what Ruby's gonna do for free." God, the looks we were getting as we walked back. Guys with there mouths hanging open and their pants bulging were no doubt imagining all sorts of threesome fantasies. We walked in a side door of the hotel and into the elevator. "You do something wrong that he's punishing you for?" "I just want to make him so happy he won't be able to do without me." We entered our room. "So how do you want this done?"
I took Pam against the closet wall and slipped the knots around her wrists that held her arms well above her head, heels just barely on the floor. I was shaking I was so excited looking at her tight helpless belly and knowing what was about to happen. "Let's start slow and work our way up. Let's start with 10 $2 punches. Punch me first to get the right level. Harder, she's got to be made a little uncomfortable. And punch with alternate hands." I demonstrated.
Ruby walked to Pam; stood square in front of her and rhythmically punched 10 times either side of her navel. Pam's tummy shook with each punch as short gasps escaped her mouth, but anyone could take that level for hours. "Now 10 $5 punches the same way, with alternate hands. First punch me, about twice as hard as last time." and I laid a fifty on the table.
Ruby's punches were enough to drive Pam's body back into the wall. She had tensed up against them, so they weren't penetrating very far, but Pam's forehead had broken out in sweat and she was careful not to breath until the 10 were over. "This is beginning to be fun," Ruby said as she sexily walked up to me. I put a $100 on the table. "Ten $10 punches. These should hurt, but hold back because we've got a long ways to go. Use your right fist for all of them and alternate between her belly button and her solar plexus, just below the ribs. Punch me there once to check out the hardness of your punch."
It was a sturdy punch that moved me back a little, but not enough to hurt me while my muscles were tight; hard enough though to hurt as a sucker punch. She drove the first just below the ribs and then the navel with little time in between. Little hiccup sounds escaped from Pam, but she held up quite well. She was straining hard against the blows and Ruby's fist was bouncing back off the muscles - really only penetrating the half inch of fat of her skinny belly. What a dream this girl is, I thought. I was so erect it hurt. I almost started to masturbate, but I held back. I saw that this could get very expensive and had an idea for the next round. Ruby pressed against me and rubbed my c--- a few strokes and smiled. "Twenty dollar punches next?"
"Here's another $100 for 5 hard $20 punches." And then I pulled her close, pretending to neck her and whispered in her ear, "after these 5, she'll relax and take a breath - when she does, drive your fist up under her ribs as far as it will go" and then slipped a $50 in the pile.
Pam was breathing deep getting ready for the next foray. "You ready honey for the big 5?" Ruby taunted. Pam shook her head up and down. Ruby put a lot of force into these 5. They smashed Pam into the wall. The 2 solar plexus punches shoved gasps out of her mouth, but I was amazed how she held. Her face was as red as her stomach from holding her breath and straining so. She knew she didn't dare try to breathe while the punches were coming. The last punch was an inch or so below the navel and caused a small moan. I saw Pam release her muscles, straighten up and start to draw a much needed breath. She had no time to react. Ruby's fist lifted Pam's heels for a split second and a gush of air and muffled scream were knocked out of her. Pam eyes were bulging as she gasped for air. Her top was just barely covering her nipples now. What a sight. Ruby's face was flushed with excitement and her mouthed twitched with satisfaction. She was breathing very fast when she turned to look at me. I put another hundred on the table and said, "Five more. Start with her belly button, then the solar plexus, and so on."
Pam was still on her feet, but hadn't fully regained her breath. Her eyes were still wild and pleading, but she couldn't speak if she wanted to. She just kept gasping and sobbing softly.
Pam drew a tiny breath and squeezed what was left of her stomach muscles as Ruby's first punch rocked her mid section, penetrating a couple of inches. When the second high punch went in, I saw Pam give way. She slouched against the rope, her belly sagging towards Ruby. The third punch met no resistance until Pam's guts and spine were mashed against the wall. Four inches deep in a skinny woman is a long ways. Even though her lungs were empty, the force of the punch drove a gurgling heave from deep in her throat. Pam's eyes were glazing and her knees had given way. I knew she couldn't take any more without getting seriously hurt and Ruby had a full head of steam. I lunged just in time to catch Ruby's arm and slow the punch down so that it just barely touched Pam's limp stomach. (I shudder to think what two more punches might have done.)
"Hey! What are you doing? I've got 2 more coming!" "That's enough. Any more and she'll be hurt more than I want." We both looked at her. Her head dropped for a few seconds followed by short sobbing attempts at breathing. I gently lifted Pam and blew some air into her lungs. She choked and cried out in pain. "You can relax now, it's over. No one will punch you for a long time."
"For another hundred you can f--- the victor." Ruby dropped to her knees and put my stiff c--- all the way into her mouth and gave me several longs in and outs. When she stood back up she whispered in my ear, "let me punch her one more time and I'll suck you down my throat." I nearly came with the suggestion. Ruby walked over to Pam and a terrified look came over her face.
"No, please no," she pleaded with a tiny voice. I caught Ruby and turned her around. "No, that's all the punching." "Too, bad." Ruby scooped the money up and walked over to Pam, slowly putting her hand on her belly and rubbing softly said, "It was a pleasure I'd be glad to repeat anytime. You know where to find me." And she was gone. I took Pam down from the wall and helped her to the bed. For a long time and I caressed her and gently stroked her horribly sore belly. To my amazement, she kept her hands back.
When her breathing returned to normal she said, "I held out as long as I could, but she surprised me with one and I couldn't.." "You were absolutely amazing. No man has ever been more turned on by a woman than what you've done for me in these 3 months I've known you. Today you outdid yourself. Thank you." "Kiss me."
Later that evening she'd recovered enough to go out for food. I had her wear a dress because her belly was still quite red and a small bruise had formed. She walked slow, but was charming as usual. We very gently made love that night because she was so sore. It was at least a week before she moved without wincing from the pain of the punches and I didn't punch her even lightly for well over a month. One day we might hire Ruby again, or maybe even Tina, but even if no one else ever gets to punch her exquisite belly again, I can be satisfied with this memory for a lifetime.
The card read, "I will do anything to please you today for your birthday - wear anything anywhere and do anything with you or anyone else. Happy Birthday, your forever love."
I looked up to see a nervous impish smile on Pamela's face. She stood on one leg, arms behind her back, and her robe half open. She knew me pretty well and knew she was in for quite a day. She had already agreed to many of my fantasies in the short time we had been together. I had given her dresses to wear which were open in a v down to her hips and taken her out to bars and crowded dance clubs where men fondled her shamelessly as she squirmed past them. Another night I got her quite drunk in a bar wearing a very short mini skirt and a see through blouse. I told the guy next to us who had been staring at her tits all night that he could f--- her for $200. We went back to the hotel room and I held her arms while he rammed into her furiously for 10 minutes while squeezing her b cup breasts to a bright red. And yes, she knew all about my love of punching women in the belly. I would punch her at least once nearly every time we had sex. I especially love to sucker punch her and be f---ing her before she's caught her breath.
"How did you know what I wanted?" "You're so easy to please," she replied with a little grin. "Wait here, I'll be right back."
I knew exactly what I wanted and got the outfit out and put it on the bed - a short tight jean skirt which cinched low on her hips and a thin white long sleeve cotton top which hung loosely about 2 inches below her taut breasts. When she returned wearing the outfit, a rush went through my loins that sent my heart to racing. Pamela is 5'9", pretty enough with long brown hair, and long trim belly, now displayed for all the world to see.
We drove into the city and checked into a large hotel. It was all I could do to not drive my fist into her stomach and f--- her as soon as we entered the room, but I resisted. "Keep your arms back and your belly out," I whispered in her ear as we walked out into the busy streets. There were a lot of glances to her mid section as we strolled the crowded street. We walked to the strip club and red light district and I told her to cross the street and stand at the curb pushing her tits out. I watched her from a half block away. One guy stopped and stared at her for a long time - I was surprised he didn't approach her. Soon a car stopped and motioned her over and she stood at his window with her arms behind her back. I had instructed her to tell anyone who propositioned her that she was waiting for someone. She later told me that the two guys in that car had offered her $500 to come back to their hotel room while one of them never took his eyes off of her belly. I have often fantasized what they would have done to her.
Meanwhile, I was checking out the hookers for my plan. Several gave me a come-on and I politely declined. I spied a black woman wearing a wickedly low red blouse and a tight black leather skirt. She was probably 10 years younger than my 35 year old Pam, a couple inches shorter, and 20 pounds heavier, most of the weight in her large chest and hips.
"You want to go have some fun, handsome?" she asked with wide open eyes. "What's your name?" "Ruby" "Yes I would, very much. I have a special plan. See that girl in the white top down the street?" "Sure did. She must be new here or she would know not to take other peoples spots." "She's with me. She's told me that I can have any fantasy I want today. And I want to pay you to come back to our hotel room and punch her several times in the belly. No one will touch you. I'll guarantee you at least $300 for an hours work." "Huh? Boy, I thought I'd heard it all. What Hotel? "The Hilton. Go check out the story with her." "I think I will."
A buxom redhead as tall as Pam had gone up to her and was engaged in conversation. She stood nose to nose with her and had contempt all over her face. As we approached I heard her say, "Yeah, he better find you on some other street or he'll have to peel your bloody little body off of this one." Ruby pulled Pam towards her and said, "I'll take care of this one Tina." She spoke with Pam and then came over to me. "She says whatever you want. It's your money, but you better not pull any strange stuff." "I've told you exactly what I want."
Ruby told Tina something and as we walked off Tina called out, "I see you out here again and I'll do what Ruby's gonna do for free." God, the looks we were getting as we walked back. Guys with there mouths hanging open and their pants bulging were no doubt imagining all sorts of threesome fantasies. We walked in a side door of the hotel and into the elevator. "You do something wrong that he's punishing you for?" "I just want to make him so happy he won't be able to do without me." We entered our room. "So how do you want this done?"
I took Pam against the closet wall and slipped the knots around her wrists that held her arms well above her head, heels just barely on the floor. I was shaking I was so excited looking at her tight helpless belly and knowing what was about to happen. "Let's start slow and work our way up. Let's start with 10 $2 punches. Punch me first to get the right level. Harder, she's got to be made a little uncomfortable. And punch with alternate hands." I demonstrated.
Ruby walked to Pam; stood square in front of her and rhythmically punched 10 times either side of her navel. Pam's tummy shook with each punch as short gasps escaped her mouth, but anyone could take that level for hours. "Now 10 $5 punches the same way, with alternate hands. First punch me, about twice as hard as last time." and I laid a fifty on the table.
Ruby's punches were enough to drive Pam's body back into the wall. She had tensed up against them, so they weren't penetrating very far, but Pam's forehead had broken out in sweat and she was careful not to breath until the 10 were over. "This is beginning to be fun," Ruby said as she sexily walked up to me. I put a $100 on the table. "Ten $10 punches. These should hurt, but hold back because we've got a long ways to go. Use your right fist for all of them and alternate between her belly button and her solar plexus, just below the ribs. Punch me there once to check out the hardness of your punch."
It was a sturdy punch that moved me back a little, but not enough to hurt me while my muscles were tight; hard enough though to hurt as a sucker punch. She drove the first just below the ribs and then the navel with little time in between. Little hiccup sounds escaped from Pam, but she held up quite well. She was straining hard against the blows and Ruby's fist was bouncing back off the muscles - really only penetrating the half inch of fat of her skinny belly. What a dream this girl is, I thought. I was so erect it hurt. I almost started to masturbate, but I held back. I saw that this could get very expensive and had an idea for the next round. Ruby pressed against me and rubbed my c--- a few strokes and smiled. "Twenty dollar punches next?"
"Here's another $100 for 5 hard $20 punches." And then I pulled her close, pretending to neck her and whispered in her ear, "after these 5, she'll relax and take a breath - when she does, drive your fist up under her ribs as far as it will go" and then slipped a $50 in the pile.
Pam was breathing deep getting ready for the next foray. "You ready honey for the big 5?" Ruby taunted. Pam shook her head up and down. Ruby put a lot of force into these 5. They smashed Pam into the wall. The 2 solar plexus punches shoved gasps out of her mouth, but I was amazed how she held. Her face was as red as her stomach from holding her breath and straining so. She knew she didn't dare try to breathe while the punches were coming. The last punch was an inch or so below the navel and caused a small moan. I saw Pam release her muscles, straighten up and start to draw a much needed breath. She had no time to react. Ruby's fist lifted Pam's heels for a split second and a gush of air and muffled scream were knocked out of her. Pam eyes were bulging as she gasped for air. Her top was just barely covering her nipples now. What a sight. Ruby's face was flushed with excitement and her mouthed twitched with satisfaction. She was breathing very fast when she turned to look at me. I put another hundred on the table and said, "Five more. Start with her belly button, then the solar plexus, and so on."
Pam was still on her feet, but hadn't fully regained her breath. Her eyes were still wild and pleading, but she couldn't speak if she wanted to. She just kept gasping and sobbing softly.
Pam drew a tiny breath and squeezed what was left of her stomach muscles as Ruby's first punch rocked her mid section, penetrating a couple of inches. When the second high punch went in, I saw Pam give way. She slouched against the rope, her belly sagging towards Ruby. The third punch met no resistance until Pam's guts and spine were mashed against the wall. Four inches deep in a skinny woman is a long ways. Even though her lungs were empty, the force of the punch drove a gurgling heave from deep in her throat. Pam's eyes were glazing and her knees had given way. I knew she couldn't take any more without getting seriously hurt and Ruby had a full head of steam. I lunged just in time to catch Ruby's arm and slow the punch down so that it just barely touched Pam's limp stomach. (I shudder to think what two more punches might have done.)
"Hey! What are you doing? I've got 2 more coming!" "That's enough. Any more and she'll be hurt more than I want." We both looked at her. Her head dropped for a few seconds followed by short sobbing attempts at breathing. I gently lifted Pam and blew some air into her lungs. She choked and cried out in pain. "You can relax now, it's over. No one will punch you for a long time."
"For another hundred you can f--- the victor." Ruby dropped to her knees and put my stiff c--- all the way into her mouth and gave me several longs in and outs. When she stood back up she whispered in my ear, "let me punch her one more time and I'll suck you down my throat." I nearly came with the suggestion. Ruby walked over to Pam and a terrified look came over her face.
"No, please no," she pleaded with a tiny voice. I caught Ruby and turned her around. "No, that's all the punching." "Too, bad." Ruby scooped the money up and walked over to Pam, slowly putting her hand on her belly and rubbing softly said, "It was a pleasure I'd be glad to repeat anytime. You know where to find me." And she was gone. I took Pam down from the wall and helped her to the bed. For a long time and I caressed her and gently stroked her horribly sore belly. To my amazement, she kept her hands back.
When her breathing returned to normal she said, "I held out as long as I could, but she surprised me with one and I couldn't.." "You were absolutely amazing. No man has ever been more turned on by a woman than what you've done for me in these 3 months I've known you. Today you outdid yourself. Thank you." "Kiss me."
Later that evening she'd recovered enough to go out for food. I had her wear a dress because her belly was still quite red and a small bruise had formed. She walked slow, but was charming as usual. We very gently made love that night because she was so sore. It was at least a week before she moved without wincing from the pain of the punches and I didn't punch her even lightly for well over a month. One day we might hire Ruby again, or maybe even Tina, but even if no one else ever gets to punch her exquisite belly again, I can be satisfied with this memory for a lifetime.