Happy Birthday, Melissa (GWA Request)

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Happy Birthday, Melissa
[Request Fill] [M4F] [u/tarkustrooper] [Cheery] ["Daddy"] [Dirty] [Food] [Futa] ["Melissa"] [Reminiscence] [Teasing] [Tomgirl]

- Ohayo, Melissa! Getting on a bit, are we? See you're still in bed. Had to use my key you loaned me since you weren't answering.

- <coughing, debilitated> Whoa'n huh...! Mel, d-do you have a fire in your room?! You couldn't turn the air-con on or throw open the windows at least to clear your incinerator?

- Oh right, the air-con is on, you just happened to be doing... Melissa stuff earlier. Stuff which happens to be encompassingly sweaty and leave a trail of musk in your wake, it would seem.

- Whaaat? "What am I doing here?" Melissa, haven't you been able to check dates or tell time? <giggling> I'm impressed you remember today's Friday, honestly.

- <hum birthday carol> Mmm hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm -  does that jingle ring any bells?

- Bed time?! Melissa, you freaking ditz, it's your *birthday*! Happy birth-fucking-day!!! Or one year closer to a face full of- I'm oversharing.

- Melissa, what's the date again, it's like... eighth of March? You don't remember that that's your birthday?

- You stopped counting birthdays 'cause everyone else has? Aww, boo...! We're closing up the second decade of the twenty-first century this year and birthday celebrations are already on hiatus? Shit... sometimes I wonder if the future of kids everywhere isn't getting bleaker each year.

- Oh, that's right, I left you your birthday brownie downstairs.

- Nope, brownie! Homemade too. And fudgy with a crisp, chocolate bar-like exterior, just how you like it. You always told me being the beefy hunk of a girl you are you preferred chunky pastries as opposed to starchy air. So I made you a birthday brownie instead of a cake!

- Y-yeah...?

- <pinched> Eeek, owwie! Owwie owwie, Liz, let up, that hurts!

- 'Eeesh, your grip reminds me of my dad on a bad day... which is every day 'cause he takes his frustration he didn't get a sensible man as a son out on me.

- (Pause for questioned sanity)

- No I'm not, I'm just different!

- (Pause for brownie interrogation)

- <mock pouty, mellow but deranged> But element of surprise, Mel-lis-saa... don't go for typical birthday cake.

- (Tongue-taunting, followed by shock from receiving lick)

- H-h-holy shit... I... w-w-what was that, Melissa...?!

- I-I thought we were fooling around... Tease for your birthday, and...

- No, I... I... liked it! I... umm...

- Ah yeah, I guess so - well, I'm... still shaking the shock off, that's why I'm not as terribly cheery as I was seconds ago.

- But... you weren't thinking for your birthday you'd get, like, a little "friendly" with me, were you?

- I mean as long as I know, no, absolutely nothing wrong with that!

- (Pause for sexual insinuation)

- <clammy, unnerved> Wha-? Oh gosh, ugh, yeah... I did admit to being easy.

- Mel, don't get me biting my fingertips like that! 'Course I like you!

- (Pause)

- Is your lying in bed like a starfish with your belly out a proposition, Mel?

- 'Cause I thought you'd never ask!

- Uuwah! It's your birthday, yet I'm getting a pillow today and quite a nice sight.

- My eyes are over here, gorgeous, we're not hosting a lip-reading contest.

- Ooo'ah, sorry, jammed your leg there.

- <coughing> Ah heh hoh, your *what* now?! Oh ho, no, I know a slip of the tongue when I hear it. C'mon, c'mon!

- Augh, how crude, Melissa. And all without melodically cooing "sur-priiise."

- <giggling> Ooh, m'ooww, it still smells so fresh with wear and sweat, like you had only just finished cumming. Such dark foreskin too; you must do this often.

- And so big too, that's like... twelve, thirteen inches? You get around, I can tell. But the most surprising thing of all? How big your balls are.

- Oh, well, the fact that you smell like you just came, and that you make percussive noises at the oddest hours continuing up to 4:00AM in the morning at latest.

- Oh yeah, you were. So fucking loud you scream yourself to a seminal cascade of sweaty bliss. And to think you had a nice, thick, juicy girl-cock right behind my back all this time...

- (Pause, accused of voyeurism)

- Actually no... In fact, in the first days I heard them I felt like I was going into cardiac arrest like I was smack-bang tuning in to a horror channel in the foetal position. You sounded like you were being murdered. Then second time I thought it was another woman. Third time I just blotted everything out and checked I wasn't taking drugs, which I don't.

- (Pause for embarrassment)

- Yeah... thanks for making such a worrywart out of me. But don't worry, I'm happy for the events that followed thereafter.

- Well, you and me being next-door friends, me handling your delivery packages for you, you sleeping over at mines on occasion and of course the knowledge I'm now listening to you howl the most beautiful orgasm announcements at the same time I'm taking my late-night showers. And one night... you screamed to your ceiling:

- "Bounce on daddy's fucking cock, you fucking slut! Daddy's gonna fill you with her cum, shoot it inside of you so hard your eyes'll roll to the back of your whore skull, give you a good look at the bitch's brain you have as you pass out!"

- I mean what was *that*, Melissa?! Are you into powerfucking? And "daddy"? Just where do you get off calling yourself daddy?

- (Pause)

- No... I wasn't supposed to know about that, was I? Next time, though, try smothering yourself with a pillow if you're going to roar your announcement of aggravated battery with intent to rape.

- So, now that we're off talking about sleeping over, midnight orgasms and your penis... I thought it might be time to come clean about the purpose of my being here.

- (Pause, accused of intent to rape)

- Mmm, I *had* given that a thought or two. But you'll have to give it a much harder think than that to trip me red-faced.

- Well why *was* I dressed like a girl? Don't you *always* see me dressed like a girl, anyways?

- No... Just for the fellow tomgirls and bigger women I find absolutely cute. Especially someone as cute as you.

- Yeah, but never to the point of "asking for it". Just a straight, flowing wig, bra under a tee and denims, y'know, make me feel like a teen on a mission! I'm not on fishnets or lipstick today or anything insinuating I'll solicit a sexual market. I'm not into fishnets or lipstick anyway; too... gaudy.

- But to answer your question, Liz, yes, I could very easily have mailed the birthday brownie to you along with a birthday card and called it a day. But I figure since you're practically an orgasmic stop clock I'd bring a few extra presents home along with the usual goodies I get you... incidentals, if you'd like. Well, there's the strap-on but I think I can donate that to a charity box now.

- Do I have to spell it out for you? I know a dry run when I smell one on you. I don't know why you'd have one, considering if everyone knew the kind of guns you were toting, they'd trip over each other in a congested, staggered line just to taste and puncture themselves on it. You'd inspire an age of hedonistic sodomy, cuckoldry and a sexist political fallout if you weren't careful.

- Oh trust me, Mel there's plenty men who are sluts-at-heart out there want your girl-cock in their mouths and asses. Plenty guys who'll bat for the other team to feel how tightly you grip their shoulders, how hard you bite their ear and how long you'll subject their bellies to enraged internal pumping. They just value their everyday face a lot more.

- <mock irate, chuckling> Oh my... Jesus, Melissa, some tact wouldn't hurt, would it? I dress up the way I do for fun, not to get picked up and smothered against a car seat doggy style. And I know you're pretty down to Earth with this sort of thing you find attractive in "boys".

- <giggling> Then again, you'd probably come onto me of your own accord if I was half-naked and four times your weight in sozzled.

- I'd think so. Makes the sex scene seem more real.

- Oh I've never been sloshed. Alcohol bad, dad said. But I think after mixing with you in such an intimate level as this I think I'll get second-hand wasted. You won't need much; I'll smell it in your breath and my higher functions would go to potty.

- (Pause for name-calling)

- I am a little bit cuckoo. But you always look so dead in front of me I wouldn't know if you practise stoicism or not. So we balance each other out.

- What gets you excited, Melissa? I wanna know. It's definitely not the fact that it's your birthday, 'cause, well, you told me minutes ago no one gives a shit about them anymore.

- <sigh> Of *course* I do, Mel, you're my *friend* for fuck's sake.

- Aren't you just saying that to spare my feelings? Your eyes aren't telling me much.

- (Pause for affectionate silence)

- Melissa... what would've made a good birthday gift for you? New rock album, concert ticket?

- Me?!

- ...a-and the way I'm whinnying at you?

- Mmm, and you look so predatorial just gazing down onto my eyes.

- Why am I gazing up onto yours? Oh, well... B-because... I feel like making this birthday really special for you, Melissa - or should I say "daddy"?

- I told you I'm going to make your birthday special. You know your warm, musky meat 'tween your thighs? That's gonna get action, and I'll make sure of it! That cum drying out inside of your sweaty underwear, I know there's lots more where that came from.

- Good grief, are you playing fucking coy with me? You're smiling in your eyes at the fact I'm gonna get you off, aren't you daddy?! M'aawwwnn, come now, look into mine again. Stare down onto me and tell me the idea of beating on me and fucking me silly doesn't agitate you on the inside.

- <delirious> Fucking sweat and irregular heartbeats...! Melissa, you absolute fucking laugh riot! You cannot lie, you're shit at it!

- Oh, daddy... So flushed and moist, yet such a huge cock too along with your supple tits and full arms twice as thick as mine. But it's no good, is it? Prey in the predator's body. Why let those jewels you have to seduce and ravage the herd around the neighbourhood stagnate, daddy?

- That's a mood a time or two. Half every girl with a cock is frightened of giving in to the beast, of becoming victim to hate crime. You need fear neither today, or anything forcing you to hide the very thing some divine plan said you should have at the time of your conception. You're special to me, and that means I make the choice to never have you look at yourself or your thoughts the same way again.

- I want more than anything to *be* your birthday present, daddy. I want to make you wish I was a much earlier fixture of your life. You would've turned out so much different... and I funny enough would've acted probably a tad more sane. Do you want to know a secret? I wasn't wearing anything under my shorts.

- <depraved giggling> Yes, daddy, I do! I really mean it! Uuuhh'n, I'm getting so excited at the prospect that at the same day it's your birthday, I'll have Daddy Melissa as my first real penetratrix.

- Yeah'n, Daddy Melissa! Melissa's my favourite little papa for today! Daddy Melissa's going to blow her steam at me for egging her on, cram her schlong straight into my pucker no-prep and make me scream for abatement or reprise!

- Aww, that's the fun bit, though. I love the rush you get from simulating undue recreational first times. Plus I bet the friction'll feel really good for you too. You'll cum the second you hear that pop, and I won't stop! I'll empty your balls come lunchtime; you'll stuff your face full of brownie and milk in a frenzied desperation when it dawns upon you what you wanted to do today.

- You can't remember what *that* was anymore, can you? That's how bad you fucking want this, Melissa. That's how bad you wanted to relieve yourself inside this depraved little trash fire of a cock-slut that pretends to be your friend. Does a friend dress in softcore drag when he's a boy to wear to your honorary birthday party? Does a friend call you "daddy" and egg you on to fuck him? No! See, that's how bad *I* fucking want this!

- Maybe it still hasn't sunk in yet... that you could have this... have me, today. You're still gasping like the girl you are yet you're huffing like the alpha of a pack of wildlife salivating at your meal.

- <giggling> Fuck me, I can even smell your own little pouch behind your balls falling into plumbing disrepair as I'm feeding you my aural honey that gets you so retarded. Jeez, Melissa, I can't tell who's the bigger slut out the two of us.

- N'oooh my, what's daddy getting so flustered and puffy for? You've just known two times already it's the truth! Your girl parts are breaking down. The arrangement isn't one-sided, Liz; you take your foot off the pedal and I'll be the one in control. Either way I'll get the best seat in the house for watching how you really let loose. Down to you whether you want me to ride you, fondle you and suck you off... or you want to mount me, torture me and fuck my face. Please say you wanna fuck my face, please say you wanna prone bone me, please say-

- Eee hee hah hah! Yeah? Does Daddy Mel think she can sit her ass on the high chair?

- <giggling> If you think you can, daddy... I'll tell you what's going to happen tonight.

- I'm going to lick everything wet off your cock and wipe it off before I slam it in my ass full throttle. You're going to hear me scream... you're going to see me cry... you're going to growl in front of my face, slap me, tell me "tough it out, you slut"... and I'll keep going even though I'm swearing my ass-pussy is probably ten shades of red from taking such a rough impaling...

- Mmm, what next? Ooh, yeah, Daddy Melissa is going to hear me scream her name, and she's going to see the outline of her cock distending my stomach. You know... come to think of it, your massive girl-meat at full mast encompasses approximately twenty percent of my entire body height. I don't know about you, but that's masochism to make your partner skewer you to the point of nearly poking at your ribs. Wouldn't it be crazy to just imagine you filling my ribcage with cum whilst you sadistically peer into my tearful eyes? I think that's been my secret fantasy more than anything to truly be stuffed with a huge monster throbbing, bobbing and splooshing inside of me...!

- And I said I'd milk you of every last drop, didn't I? You finish up in me, and decide pulling out slow isn't your style, so you surprise me and my anus by withdrawing with the force of a freight train. Then a bulbous, sore plume will sprout pooling all the cum you shot inside of me. You spank me by the prolapse, and I make a mess. Your cock'll look so lewd and inviting as this all happens I can't help myself but clean it off, ass-to-mouth. But being the forgetful, hulking ditz you are you forget to let me breathe and get your cock to reach the same depth in my ribs as you did my ass, also filling me with seed after which you leave me to slump on the cum my ass spilled out.

- Mmm yeah, I think I'd love that, daddy... That's the cyclical clusterfuck of intense sex I throw a fortune cookie at you having with me.

- Mmm... nah, sorry Melissa. It's too early in the day.

- Aww, I didn't yank your little chain, did I?

- Eee my goodness, I can't wait to see daddy do her worst.

- I've got an idea in the meantime. Why don't you fit yourself into something more action-ready or, goodness forbid, strip off entirely and you can join me in the kitchen? We can open your brownies early... maybe give your verdict on them while you tear off my clothes, pull my hair and spill your crumbs all over my butt as you pound me. M'how about it, daddy? Wanna coat me in chocolate while you fill me with your rich, viscous girl-cream?

- Yeah! Have your breakfast and get your oil changed without having to wait! Not a bad deal, huh Melissa?

- <giggling> Okay, last one downstairs is a limp sausage!

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