Sexual Birthday Gift (Urban Life Adult Fiction)

He is a senior executive in a different department of a company. He is handsome and looks a bit (I'm not saying very) like Chen Minxun's ex-boyfriend. He is tall, fair, gentle, and wears gold-rimmed glasses.

During the process of a project planning, I always went to their department to give briefings on behalf of our manager. Every time, I would have a lunch meeting or a simple briefing with him, usually with other people.

Maybe it was because I was the only outsider, people in his company always liked to joke about my ambiguous relationship with him. Every time he poured me tea or took my coat, he would intentionally or unintentionally joke: "Manager Zhang, you really take special care of our Sandrea sister~" and so on.

Neither he nor I took it seriously. However, during that period, about three months in total, my frequent visits to his department did allow me to become very familiar with him, but our interactions were limited to business matters. And the rumors continued. I even walked through the office once and heard a whisper:

"That Sandrea from department XX is here again...looking for the manager..."

Of course I didn't care about these rumors, but Manager Zhang and I were a little embarrassed when we met.

He didn't show it, but I felt guilty and was always trying to be fair with him.

One day, I went into his office and he locked the door, which was unusual for him:

"Sandrea, I have something to tell you."

"Hmm?" I asked.

His expression was serious. "I know that some people in our department will say bad things about you. I am really sorry, and I hope you don't mind."

"I'm OK." I said.

"Really, I feel very sorry, and even though I want to treat you to a meal to make amends, I'm afraid of gossip," he said.

"It's okay, Manager Zhang, I understand. I'm fine." I said with a smile.

He smiled with relief: "That's good."

He opened the door again and we talked about business as usual.

I had a very good impression of him to begin with, and after this incident I felt that he was a good man among good people.

As I worked on the case for longer, I found myself increasingly attracted to him, and he was always very nice to me, often secretly giving me gifts and giving me rides, although he would deliberately try not to let his department find out in order to prevent gossip.

I was getting more and more attracted to him, but I kept thinking that a man like Liu Xiahui wouldn't have any improper thoughts.

Until that day.

It was summer, and I don't know how I ended up wearing something particularly cool that day. I still wore a suit on the upper body, but a very short skirt on the lower body, which was probably less than 1/3 of the thigh, and I wore very high heels, which made my legs look very long.

I arrived at their department. There were not many people here today, and the gossipers were not there, so I went into his office.

He was staring at the screen, and when he saw me coming, he stood up and helped me get a chair.

I noticed that he was looking me up and down, and half-mischievously I noticed that something seemed to be slowly building up in his crotch.

At that moment, I realized that he had feelings for me too.

We had the briefing as usual, and after the briefing, he asked me for the first time if I wanted to have dinner together.

"I have to stay and work overtime today, so it might not be convenient." I deliberately rejected him.

(At this time, women must refuse the first time, even if they are free, they must say they are not free.)

"That's okay. Tomorrow? Let's have dinner and talk about this case." He said without giving up.

(Aren’t you afraid of gossip? I thought)

"Okay, then tomorrow." I agreed and we agreed on a meeting method.

The next day, at seven o'clock in the evening, I arrived at the B2 parking lot, and he was already waiting for me there, like a couple going on a tryst.

We got in his Mercedes and went to a restaurant. The atmosphere was romantic and we ate and chatted elegantly.

"Ms. Sandrea, do you have a boyfriend?" he asked.

"I'm married." I smiled.

"Really? That's a pity." He also smiled elegantly.

"Why is it a pity?" I asked.

"It's my birthday the day after tomorrow. I'm going to have a small party at a pub. I originally wanted to invite you to come along," he said.

"What does that have to do with my marriage?" I asked. "I can go too." "

"I don't want this to affect other people's families." He smiled.

I haven't met such a good man for a long time. I thought to myself, feeling an inexplicable sense of loss.

After eating, he drove me home, and while waiting for the traffic light, he suddenly held my hand.

"Sandrea, it's so late that I met you," he said.

I was very surprised, but I didn't pull my hand away.

Our hands stayed warm like this for dozens of seconds until he started again.

When I went home that day, I had a strange feeling in my heart.

At night, I heard a text message on my phone. I opened it and it was from him.

"It breaks my heart to hear that you have a husband, but I still hope to have your blessing on my birthday. If you think of the intersection of our lives in the past few months, maybe you can just pretend to be an unmarried woman for that night and come to my party. That would be the best birthday gift for me this year."

Well, ten points deducted from a good man, I thought to myself.

But the desire in my heart was still there, so I went to bed. The empty double bed reminded me of my marital status. Suddenly, I had a crazy decision in my mind. I wanted to give him an unprecedented birthday gift.

I called him stealthily.

"Manager Zhang, what time is your party? Where is it?"

"At XXX, do you want to come?" He seemed very happy.

"No... Then what time will you finish?"

"It should be eleven o'clock! I have to go to work the next day! What's wrong?"

"Well, I'm not attending the party, but I have a special gift for you. I'll leave it at your house after you're done. How about it? Do you want it?"

"Can't you bring it with you? Can you come along?" he asked.

"No. If you don't want it, forget it. If you want it, it's 11 o'clock." I replied with a smile.

"Well... okay! I'll be back home at eleven! Do you know where it is?"

He gave me his address and I wrote it down.

That day, at eleven o'clock, I called him.

"Hey, Miss, I came home specially to await your congratulations for announcing the end of the show early for you," he said.

"I'm downstairs from your house." I said with a smile.

"Ah, then please come up," he said.

I entered his house, and it was just as I had imagined, magnificent, brightly lit, and the living room was filled with ornaments and foreign wine.

He was still wearing a polo shirt and slacks, standing there waiting for me. He had two glasses of sparkling drinks in his hands, and I took one directly and drank it in one gulp.

"Dear Miss Sandrea, how can I be honored to receive this great gift? What is it?" he asked.

"There's no one else at your home, right?" I ignored him and asked directly.

"No, what's wrong?"

"Don't lie to me, you will regret it if there is someone else in your family." I asked him again.

"I promise, no, really!" he said with a smile.

"Okay then," I said, locking his door.

"Manager Zhang, this gift will be something you will never forget." I said with a charming smile.

"But you need to cooperate completely, without any resistance or questioning. Can you do that?"

"Let the girl do whatever she wants to me." He said with a smile.

"Okay." I smiled.

I took off my scarf first, bound his eyes, and started to take off his shirt, then his pants, until he was left with only his underwear.

"Sandrea, are you sure you're not mistaken? Why does it seem like it's your birthday and I'm the gift?" He was still teasing.

"Stop talking nonsense," I said.

I untied the belt on the back of my windbreaker and tied his hands behind his back to the back of the chair, but I tied it loosely on purpose so that he could pull it off if he tried. Then he took off my windbreaker, trousers and sweater. I was wearing a black lace bra and matching panties, high heels, earrings, bracelets, lipstick and perfume. After posing, I took the scarf off his eyes.

His eyes widened instantly and an erection quickly grew in his underwear.

"Sandrea, you..."

Without letting him finish, I climbed on top of him, held his face, and brought his face less than five centimeters close to my breasts, which were only covered by a bra.

I lowered my head and let my slightly curly dyed hair hang down.

"Manager Zhang..." My charming voice was accompanied by a smile.

"You are in heaven now, not on earth..."

I pulled his underwear down to his heels, squatted down and held his little brother.

His penis was now fully enlarged, a reddish purple swelling. I held it in my hand and looked up to ask him:

"How do you want me to treat it?"

"Lick...please..." he said.

I smiled and licked the tip with my tongue. The smell was not bad, and my mouth still had the bubbly taste of peach from before. (Otherwise I don’t usually like oral sex) I slowly took it in my mouth until it was all inside.

He tilted his head back and moaned, "Oh...oh..."

I held it in my mouth for a while, and he kept twisting his body and moaning.

I held it in my mouth as hard as I could until I thought he couldn't take it anymore, so I pulled out and climbed on top of him again.

"Manager Zhang..." I asked again with a smile.

"Do you...want to...see me take this off?"

"I want...I want..." His eyes seemed to be shooting fire.

I half leaned on his thighs, with my chest very close to his face, and slowly began to unfasten the back clasp and shoulder straps of my bra until the entire bra was taken off. I held my breasts and let my naked breasts fall until they touched his face.

"Ah..." He made a sound that sounded like satisfaction.

I began to gently rub my breasts across his upper body. He has a little belly, but is generally thin. The scent of cologne and my perfume intertwined to create a confusing atmosphere.

As I massaged him with my breasts, the friction of our two naked bodies made my whole body flush and feel hot.

"Manager Zhang, do you like my service?" I asked him with a charming smile.

"I like it...Sandrea...you are really great..." he said with a breath.

"Then...what else do you want me to do for you, Mr. Manager Zhang?" I said.

"I want... want..." he said with a flushed face.

"Well, sorry, we don't have this option. Sandrea is married, so we can't include this option."

I said it on purpose. While my hands were stroking his little brother, stroking it irregularly, sometimes kneading it and sometimes playing with it.

"Please... please... Sandrea... I will die if you don't let me do this..." he begged.

"Sorry... Manager Zhang, this is the end of our birthday service..."

I still caressed him deliberately, rubbing my breasts against his chest and abdomen, while still teasing him.

"Sandrea... I can't stand it anymore..."

"No... This is the only service we provide tonight... You must not break free your hands, or you will be able to do whatever you want." I deliberately reminded him.

He broke free from the restraints in less than two seconds, then hugged me and took off my panties.

"Big breast girl... you love to play... Now that I'm free, watch me punish you!" He said with a smile while pretending to be angry.

"Oh... so scared... so disgusting..." I said in a deliberately coquettish manner.

"I can't stand it anymore!" He pushed me down on the sofa, half-knelt on the ground and rubbed my breasts.

"Your breasts are so big, and you're shaking them in front of me. Shaking them can get people killed, you know?"

"Ah...ah..." I suddenly became the one being teased, powerless to resist and could only moan.

"Oh... I will definitely repay you later... You almost caused me to have a stroke and die... Sandrea..."

"Hehe...ah...ah..." I tried to laugh, but it soon turned into moaning.

"I really can't stand it..." He laid me down and was about to force himself on me, but I stopped him and told him to wear a condom.

He put it on, his expression still ferocious, he straightened me out, and then inserted it into me.

"You want it really bad, don't you? Sandrea... it's so wet... oh... it feels so good..."

"Ah!...Ah...Ah..." The stimulation of being penetrated made me scream in ecstasy.

"Now it's my turn to take care of you...you little slut...do you like it..." He kept thrusting.

"I like it, I like it, ah..." I cooperated very lasciviously.

He kept thrusting. His face was like a desperate battle, with veins exposed, and he kept talking.

Shouting "Ah...ah..."

I wanted to laugh, but the fierce attack had left me unable to react and I could only moan.

"I have to change my posture!"

He stopped, pulled me up, made me half-hold the back of the sofa with my hands, and penetrated me from behind while standing.

"Ah!" Being penetrated from different angles feels deeper and more exciting.

"I'll fuck you to death...Sandrea...oh...so good..." he muttered.

"No...no...ah..." I shouted.

One of his hands was on my shoulder, allowing him to thrust deeper with each thrust, and the other hand kept kneading my sagging breasts. Sometimes he pushed hard, sometimes he rubbed, and sometimes he pinched my nipples, and I felt waves of pleasure.

"Gently...ah...gently..."

"So big...feels so good to touch...ah...you're so tight...so good..."

“Ah…don’t…ah…”

"What do you mean no... I want to... fuck you to death..."

“Ah…ah…no…”

"Who is better, me or your husband...sandrea..." He deliberately increased his force in thrusting.

"No...no...no...ah...ah..." I answered with difficulty, gasping for breath.

"Say it quickly... say you're the best... say it quickly... ah..." He thrust hard all the way in with each thrust, making it a little difficult for her to speak.

“No…no…ah…ah…”

"Ah...sandrea...sandrea..." He moved his hands to my breasts and grabbed them hard, making strange noises from his mouth and moving in and out faster and faster.

Suddenly, he let out an "Ah!" and gripped my breasts tightly with both hands, and ejaculated.

We maintained this position for a minute or two, then slowly fell onto the sofa. The process just now was so intense that the two of them were speechless and could only gasp for breath.

"Sandrea, you are so great, really!" He caressed my cheek lovingly.

I smiled, looked up at his face with satisfaction, and leaned lightly on him.

"Do you like this gift?" I asked him deliberately.

"Sandrea, all the gifts I have given in the past thirty-two years combined are not as good as this one..." he said with a smile.

"Oh my god, that's great. I can still hear your voice in my head. It's great..."

I smiled, got up and went to his bathroom to take a shower, and after coming out I slowly put on my clothes.

He held me and said, "Sandrea, don't leave. Stay with me tonight, okay?"

"Dear Manager Zhang, your birthday is about to pass." I smiled and pointed at the clock.

"After your birthday, I will be a married woman... Today's gift, treat it as a wonderful dream..."

I smiled and left the apartment, tied my windbreaker tightly, and took a taxi back. There is still that full feeling in my lower body.