As the sun started to rise in the east and the birds began chirping, Bailey began to stir as the sun peeked through the sheer curtains. As she slowly opened her eyes the thought, ‘I turn thirty today,’ ran through her mind. The dreaded big three-zero that many women did not look forward to reaching or else stopped counting birthdays after that milestone.It was also a time that many started to complain about their internal clocks ticking and wanting to have a baby. It never bothered her if she had a baby or not, or even if she was not married. She was a happy single woman who had a great man in her life and tonight he promised her a great birthday celebration. When she sat up in bed she saw a big box sitting at the foot of the bed.Scrambling out from under the sheet, she reached for the box, anxious to see what Alex had gotten for her. As she reached for the large box, he appeared in the doorway carrying a breakfast tray.“First you have to eat, my pet, and then you can open the box,” he told her. “And you know what happens if you start pouting,”“Maybe I want it to happen,” Bailey said giving him a little pout and then turned and wiggled her ass at him as she crawled up to the head of the bed, sitting down and bracing her back against the headboard, pulling the sheet up to her waist.Alex just laughed and said, “You should be glad I have my hands full of your breakfast tray or your ass would be stinging.”Setting the tray over her lap, she noticed that he had fixed her a cup of coffee, a small glass of orange juice, scrambled eggs and bacon, and toast.“That looks so good. Thanks, Alex”“Not every day my girl turns thirty,” he teased her.After she ate, he took the tray and set it on the floor, and then reached down to grab the box, handing it to her. Bailey quickly tore off the paper and opened the box, her mouth dropping open at the contents inside. Slowly, she brought out a sheer white blouse that buttoned up the front part way, meant to show off her cleavage, a short black leather mini shirt that would barely cover her ass, flesh-colored garter istanbul travesti belt with matching hose, and three-inch black heels.Bailey riffled through the rest of the tissue paper in the box and then looked up at Alex asking. “There seems to be something missing. Where are the bra and thong? I have none in my collection that I can wear under this. I’m going to have to go shopping to get the right bra and thong.”“You are not wearing either under that outfit.”Bailey shot him a surprised look and exclaimed, “I have 40C tits! I will admit I run braless around here but you do not want to see them swinging in the wind in public, and with as much opening there is a chance one will flop out. And don’t get me started on the mini skirt… from the looks of it that will barely cover my ass.”“Stop right there, Bailey,” Alex said holding up his hand. “You will wear them without underwear. No arguments or the public may see a red ass. And there is a special lipstick on the bathroom counter you are to wear.”Bailey thought for a moment, trying to decide if she wanted to continue goading Alex until he spanked her but decided to bide her time. She did not want to accidentally show her ass and have people see handprints on it.Standing up Alex slid his lounging pants down, reaching down to stroke his cock. “Someone needs attention.”Bailey gave him a half smile. She quickly put everything back in the box and put it on the floor beside the bed. Before she could do anything, Alex pounced on her, grabbing her ankles, pulling her down flat on the bed. Moving up he planted a deep kiss on her lips, their tongues doing their own mating dance. His hand reached down to pinch her nipple, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger.Bailey moaned deep in his mouth, wiggling around on the bed. Tearing his mouth from his, he latched onto one of her nipples, sucking hard while he played with the other. Alex knew just how sensitive her nipples were so he continued playing with them, sending her to the brink of no return.Stopping he looked up istanbul travesti at her with a smirk on his face telling her, “Wonder if I should stop and save your orgasm until later?”“Damn you, Alex, make me cum. Fuck me hard,” Bailey begged as she reached for him but he was just out of her range.As she started to sit up, Alex suddenly straddled her body pinning her down, holding her wrists in one hand he used the other to rub his cock up and down her wet pussy until he suddenly plunged in deep causing her to shriek as her orgasm ripped through her body. He began to thrust in and out with deep powerful thrusts as his mouth claimed hers in a hard kiss. He released her hands, which she immediately wrapped around his neck, holding him tight as their tongues did a heated mating dance.As Alex brought them nearer to the edge, he shifted positions, sliding his hands under her hips, lifting her up so he could get in deeper. Instinctively her legs went over his shoulders as she reached out to grab his hair in both fists, her breathing getting heavier.“Fuck me, Alex. Harder!” she panted, her body feeling like it was on fire as her second orgasm burst free, making her scream out as wave after wave of pleasure tore through her body.Alex gave a couple of more hard thrusts and then he exploded, shooting jets of cum deep inside her. They collapsed on the bed, Alex on top, as his cock slowly deflated and slipped out of her pussy. Rolling over to the side, he pulled Bailey into his arms, kissing her on the forehead.“Baby, it never gets old between us,” he whisperedIn answer, Bailey put her arm over his side and gave him a hug. Both of them soon drifted off to sleep.**********That evening after her shower, Bailey stood there looking at the clothes Alex had bought for her for tonight, trying to figure out which bra and thong set she had that would go with her outfit. Almost as if he could read her thoughts, Alex appeared in the bedroom doorway. While she was showering he had gotten dressed in a pair of black jeans and a light istanbul travesti gray polo shirt.“Remember, no panties or thong,” he reminded her. “Now get dressed. I cannot wait to see what you look like in that outfit.”“I will be ready in ten minutes. Go have a seat in the living room,”“Think I will stand right here and watch the show. Love to watch you get dressed.”‘Damn,’ she thought to herself, ‘guess I will have to parade around with no bra or thong. Just hope I don’t get arrested for indecent exposure,’ as she put on her garter belt and hose, then her skirt, tugging it down as much as she could. After she put on her blouse Bailey turned and started to the bathroom when she felt two arms encircle her waist, one hand reaching up to slid inside of her blouse to pinch a nipple while the other hand slipped under her skirt.Leaning back against his hard muscular chest, she felt two fingers graze her wet slit and brush over her sensitive nub.Bailey moaned and as she rubbed her ass against his cock, she could feel it start to harden and strain to be free behind the zipper. He gently pushed her away from him but continued to rub her clit and tweak her nipples until he felt her body start to tense. He knew that her orgasm was impending so he stopped and pulled his hands off her body and smacked her ass.“Go put on your makeup as I have a special surprise for you.”Bailey shot him a dirty look because she was on the verge of an intense orgasm and he knew it so he decided to stop. ‘I will get him back,’ she thought to herself.She quickly applied her makeup and when she grabbed the tube of lipstick, her mouth dropped open and she hollered out, “Alex, you want me to wear hooker lipstick?” as she looked at the tube of bright red lipstick.“I sure do,” Alex hollered back picturing what the lipstick would look like on what he had planned.Bailey quickly applied it and carried it out to put it in her evening bag. Alex gave her the once over and nodded his approval. Looping her arm through his they went out to his dream car, a bright yellow Volkswagen. Opening the door, she slid into the seat, trying not to show her pussy to the nosey old man who lived next door and had a habit of looking out his front window to spy on his neighbors.“Give old man George a peek of what he hasn’t seen in a coon’s age.” Alex teased her as he stepped to the side.