“Christmas Time” THE STORIES. Erotic Story Contest 11.

[Brandybee]

1. Christmas Toy Run.  Part 1.  By  AusWoody.

The thunder of the huge V Twin motor bike echoed around the workshop-come-garage as the tall man kicked it into life and settled down into the comfortable saddle. He allowed the motor to ease to a low rumble while the door slowly opened and the magnificent low rider slid slowly into the daylight.

She was a beautiful motor bike with cherry red frame with a tear-drop tank with matching paint and long licks of blue flames, matching side covers, guards and air cleaner. All done in the rich cherry red, even the leather king and queen saddle was done in red leather.

He rolled her slowly down the driveway and turned onto the road. The deep throb of the V Twin turned into a howling scream as he cracked the throttle open and accelerated to speed.

He looked tough, was tough in his biking world, but once a year at Christmas, the gruff exterior showed a softer side.  He helped to arrange, collect and deliver toys for under privileged children, even dressing up for the part.

Today was the beginning of the toy run for them. He has forgotten how many times he has joined this tradition. But what he could remember was the smiles and laughter of the children as they received their Christmas gifts. The magic and wonder of meeting Santa, of feeling special when he smiled and handed them their special gift. That was priceless to him and melted his heart.

Heading across town to pick up his girlfriend, the big V Twin ate up the road. The sun climbed slowly into the sky and it was going to be another hot December day in the southern hemisphere. He idled back as he approached her fancy condo so as not to annoy all the suits that lived in the overpriced neighbourhood.

Parking the heavy v twin on her veranda, he took his personal key out. Quietly he opened the door to her house. He smiled. He could hear the shower running. As usual she was running late.
A wicked idea popped into his head and he smiled widened even more broadly.

He dropped his clothes, one by one, as he moved towards the bathroom. He pushed the bathroom door open and he saw her with water running over her firm body. Her body glistened, firm, well-formed and sexy as hell. Moving silently, he closed in on her. A predator after his prey. She was oblivious of his presence as the sound of the shower robbed her of hearing outside of her immediate area.

Suddenly he was in her personal space, her shower area and looming over her. He grabbed hold of her. She yelled in surprise but recognised his hot masculine figure and arrogant manner immediately. He moved in close, his hard cock sliding between her thighs. He placed one arm around her waist and the other on her back pressing down. He forced her to bend over, bringing her pussy backwards to him. He pushed her feet apart with his leg, causing her pussy to open wide. The hot water from the shower, ran from her pussy lips while the tip of his cock teased her. Then with a grunt and massive thrust he entered her sex and impaled her on his cock.

At his touch, she tensed and tried to pull away but he was too strong. His massive arms held her in a vice like grip pulling her backwards towards him. His thick cock pushed in her deeper, overcoming the tightness of her pussy. He pushed right in until he was completely engulfed in her velvet sheath. Remaining stationary, he allowed her pussy to accommodate his cock. The hot water cascaded down their bodies. He enjoyed the shower splattering on his body and his tense muscles were relaxing under the repeat pummelling of the hot water.

Slowly he began to move inside her. She braced her arms against the glass wall, spreading her legs and pushing her pert butt back towards him. She wanted him with an animal lust, gladly offering her body to him. Grabbing a handful of her red hair, he pulled her head back and kissed her hard and passionately. His hands roamed across her body, exploring her contours again as if for a first time.  She groaned, sexually turned on as much as he was. Her pussy flooded with her wet desire, coating her man in her womanly scent.

Slowly he began to thrust deeply into her tight pussy. Powerful muscles driving his stiff shaft deeply into her intimate depths. Rapidly his speed and force increased as he began to pound hard against her slight body. His climax approached fairly fast, due to the circumstance of entering her home, invading her shower and fucking her without a word spoken. His lust reared up, like an unleashed stallion. Again and again he rammed into her body. He continued to ream her tight cunt till with a loud groan he flooded her velvet sheath with hot sticky cum. His body shuddered with each spurt until he drained everything into her. He felt her internal muscles milk the last drop from his softening cock.

Feeling guilty and selfish now his lust was satisfied, he turned her to face him, kissing her passionately. His hands caressed her breasts and fondled her stomach. He whispered, “Your turn baby.”

With his cock poking between her thighs, he reached down between her spread legs and cupped her cheeks in his hands. He was a strong man and he lifted her from the floor with an almost frightening ease. He slid her up the wall higher and higher, silently instilling his power and strength and her vulnerability into her psyche. Eventually her head was near the ceiling and her sweet muff was level with his head.

He grabbed her knees and spread her open wide till her cunt was spread for him as was his intention. He looked at her delicacy and buried his face deep in her pussy. His tongue slid up and down her lips and danced across her clit teasing her higher and higher in her own pleasure world.

Antonia looked down at him in between her legs, it was hot. It was dirty. It was fucking obscene.
She loved him when he surprised her like this and showed how much he liked to fuck her. She loved the desire they had for each other. She spread her arms wide, pushing at the walls to give her a sounder grip in her elevated position. 

His tongue and mouth eating her made her pant and moan, “Mmmm, fuck yes. Right there baby!”
His tongue continued to probe and prod her sheath, flicking her clitoris and scraping his teeth and tongue on her vulva. Eventually he settled on her clit and sucks, increasing the pressure and suction each time.

Antonia began to thrust her hips giving him all he wanted, her pussy, her body and her lusty need. Nothing was hidden from him, everything was exposed and open for his access.

His tongue swirled across her clit’s sensitive head and while she squirmed and enjoyed him, he moved her legs to his shoulders. Her thigh’s now placed around his neck, he slammed two fingers deep into her slippery sheath. He fingered her strongly while he continued to suckle her clitoris. His fingers moved faster and faster in and out. He was never a gentle lover. His woman always felt the aftermath of his pleasuring and sexy attention.

He heard Antonia’s groans and moans and felt her body writhe. She cried aloud and then, “Damn baby your fingers are going to make me cum!”

He continued rolling his tongue around her clitoris as he rammed a third finger into her, faster and harder, fucking her with his fingers. Reaching up, he grabbed at her breast. He knew she loved that and kneaded each one firmly.

Antonia cried, “Don’t stop please. Fuck me with those fingers!” She moved in to her own little pleasure world and let her lust take over, just like he loved. Her hips moved on their own to a deeper rhythm; that old mating dance itself formed by instinct and passed down from generation to generation.

“I'm coming right here, right now, all over your hand and fingers,” She stated shrilly in her sexed up state.

He felt her orgasm begin to spread through her body. He began rolling her nipple between his thumb and finger and tugging it firmly. His fingers continued to work and squelch in her sopping pussy.

Antonia’s body began gyrating and shaking as he felt that throb and twitch in her pussy gripping and clenching down on his thrusting fingers. He twisted his wrist as his fingers ploughed her pussy, hammering her through her shattering and noisy climax.

He lowered her sagging body when he felt the waves of her orgasm fade and held her close for her to regain her strength and to convey his thanks and tenderness for the gift she had just bestowed on him.
After a while, they returned to earth and realised they had an errand to run. Drying themselves quickly, he dressed in the old Santa costume. It was a bit frayed now after years of use and a bit tighter around the middle, though the boots were in excellent condition. When dressed, he stood and watched as Antonia pulled on her Santa’s helper outfit.

He noticed it fitted her as well today as it did the first day he brought it for her. It fit snugly to her curves. First she drew on a tiny sheer g string that barely covered her sex and left her firm ass cheeks bare. He growled low in his belly in appreciation and admiration.

Then she put on the red fur trimmed mini skirt in red velvet that almost covered her arse! When she stood and straightened up, it fitted snugly around her flat stomach.

– Continued –

[Brandybee]

1. Christmas Toy Run.  Part 2.    By    AusWoody. 

Antonio looked over at him and cupped her breasts teasing him, enticing him naughtily. His eyed glowed dangerously and when he stirred and began moving towards her, she bounced over the bed squealing, “NO we are already late!”

Quickly she slipped her ¼ cup bra on. He remembered when she didn’t bother with a bra, but now, being that little bit older in years, gravity affected them all over time. The top still looked hot as hell and barely covered her boobs.

He helped her pull on the thigh high leather boots that fitted to her shapely legs like a second skin. Damn she might be a mature lady but looked good and hotter than most 25 year olds! When she was finished, he admired her look, it was sexy but not indecent. He was constantly amazed that she loved an old broken down bikie, well past his use by date. He counted his blessings, taking every day with her as a gift.

He was proud that the men would admire her, the woman would watch her warily but the kids would love her like always, just like he did.

They had to get going. There was a lot to do before they arrived at the orphanage to distribute the Christmas presents that the motor bike club had collected since last Christmas.
They stored them at their club house which was their first stop.

Climbing onto the low rider, he kicked it into life and the rumble of the big V Twin filled the air. He couldn’t understand the new bikes that had only electric starters, but the new generations of riders were used to having everything push button. In fact he doubted if they could actually kick start a high compression V Twin. He chuckled to himself, “Bloody pussies calling themselves bikies!”

Settling into the saddle he gave Antonia a hand as she climbed on behind.
His naughty imagination pictured her skirt riding high on her bottom, exposed to anyone behind. Her arms wrapping around his waist, hands resting on his groin and her breasts crushed to his back. It made it hard not to be distracted from the traffic and when she kissed his neck as they pulled onto the road, he had to fight hard not to toss her over the bike and take her there and then.

It was a short trip to the club house. They had the traditional BBQ breakfast with his club brothers and sisters. They were family connected by spilt blood, sweat and their love for their club and colours. The older members tended to congregate together reminiscing about past rides and adventures.

These days, the members were tame compared to the early years when they were first establishing the clubs territory. There had been some great rumbles but now the areas had been established and life had been peaceful for a long time.

Hooking the small trailer filled with wrapped presents to his bike, he was ready for the toy run and looking forward to the looks of joy and happiness on those children he was about to visit as Santa. It was a big day for them. The annual Christmas party one of the few highlights in their young sad lives, but it gave them hope and dreams for their future.

There was a substantial amount of organising required for the day to go smoothly. Presents needed to be matched to children’s names, age’s and gender. Mostly that was a job best left to the staff of the orphanage and Santa’s several helpers.

The club members did what they do best. They rode their big bikes giving the kids a ride around the oval marked out for the occasion and posed for photographs so the kids would have a memento of their ride.

Then they had a big lunch of traditional Xmas fare where everyone ate and drank far too much. They laughed, told the awful cracker jokes and wore the traditional paper crowns on their heads. Everyone enjoyed themselves but were waiting expectantly for the finale of the day, handing out of the truck load of presents by Santa.

The big tough bikies showed just how soft they really were when the kids hugged them all as they received their presents. Without fail, each male was choked with silent tears. Some even had a tear escape from their eyes and slip down to their grizzled beards. Of course, they all tried to act like they are not affected by the scene and by the thanks and gratefulness of the children and orphanage staff.

Antonio stood by Santa and gripped his hand to let him know she loved and supported him. He had just given out the last of the presents. He was too choked to speak. She leant forward to lighten the moment for him and whispered wickedly, “I took my panties off, you want to give your woman an oval orgasm on that big bike of yours?” She discreetly showed him the flimsy panties in her hand.

His only reaction was to take and push the panties into his pocket and pull her towards his big huge V Twin.

“God I love Christmas,” he thought silently, dragging her to his bike.
She giggled and fumbled in her heels to keep up with his determined strides.

The thought of allowing herself to get sexually excited in public, where children and adults could unwittingly see her, was the forbidden and naughty thrill that caused her pussy to suddenly quiver, sexually awaken and moisten.

She knew she would have to contain and try to conceal her building orgasm, and build she would. He knew exactly how much throttle and edge to give his bike for the vibrations to tease and titillate her pussy. All bikers did. They took pride in this sexual foreplay to bring their female passengers to orgasm on their bikes. They even bragged about it in the club house. Sometimes it was to fuck the woman afterwards. Sometimes it was just for their amusement and because they could.

Antonio was already wet when her bare pussy made contact with the leather seat on his bike. That initial cool touch on her hot sex roused her more. He knew just how to make his bike vibrate to make her squirm and scream in ecstasy into his neck. She flushed and smeared the seat in her feminine lubricant.

Sat astride his big rumbling bike, she hugged onto his back. He kicked it into action and it burst into life.
“This is a treat in heaven.” She thought as she felt the first vibrations begin between her legs. She shivered ready for the familiar sensation. It happened within seconds and travelled straight to her clitoris and then out and up her body to her tits and nipples. Her body was invigorated and sexually charging.

He rode on to the oval. She moaned softly as her breath quickened and grinned wickedly. Her ride was just beginning and she was already panting with that big machine between her legs.

Anyone looking at the couple doing the oval run would just see a woman riding pillion on a bike with the rider, but if they looked closer, they would see no panty line through her dress and that she was slowly gyrating her hips in instinct to the throbbing machine between her legs and that her mouth was open as her breasts moved up and down in time with her panting.

He revved the engine and the tremors shook her bare pussy on the seat. She let out a small cry that only he could hear as he rode the bike round the oval. The strong vibrations darted to her clitoris and sparked up her body to shake her tits and tease her nipples. They hardened through her dress. Her clitoris engorged and swelled and became more sensitive. She felt a surge of heat to her pussy and her wet pleasure slimed on the seat.

He used and fondly caressed the gears of his bike, fully aware that he had turned it into one big vibrator for her. He even felt the pleasant quivers himself on his own cock and balls. That coupled with her writhing on his bike; her thighs and knees sexily gripping his hips; her pressing of her pelvis backwards and forwards and pushing those nice soft tits into his back, made him begin charging his own sexual batteries.

He couldn’t see her but his imagination could. She was a writhing mass of heated passion, ready for his taking. Fuck! He was turned on. His cock was as hard as iron right now!
He felt her panting breath on his neck. She was close, he could tell her intimate little noises by now. He purposefully bought the vibrations down on his bike to tease her more and to cause a promising throb on her pussy, not quite enough to push her to the brink but just enough to keep her simmering and on the boil.

He felt a punch on his back, between his shoulder blades and knew she was protesting and frustrated. He chuckled to himself and deliberately kept her hovering to build her anticipation and improve the strength of her orgasm when it came.

He wanted her to feel the naughtiness of the situation, of sitting on his bike with no panties on; the crowds of people not far away who could see them and realise at any moment, her wicked secret of using his bike to stimulate a climax and of course the thrill of being caught and seen in her release.
He fired the bike again.

Antonio was beside herself. She was so turned on. Her pussy was on fire. Right now, if he put his head between her legs, she would lie back on his bike, spread her legs and yell, “Hell Yes!”
She was past caring who would see her!

He knew of his power over her and that excited her more. He had enough experience to know how to use his bike to tease a woman to perfection and right on to the grand orgasm finale.
She gripped his arms and let her fingers caress and squeeze him. It was her way of covertly conveying her excitement to him. She simmered. She boiled. She sizzled on his bike as the vibrations rose and fell to sexually charge her attuned body.

He suddenly upped the ante. The vibrations grew stronger and her clitoris could take no more of the overload. It burst in unfettered joy. She let out a stifled cry and gripped his waist as tight as she could so she didn’t slump and fall.

A burst of bright colours hit her eyes as she shut them in her rapture. Her body convulsed in her ultimate pleasure, riding and edging the waves of her climax as he expertly controlled the vibrations of his bike. Her pussy gushed and smeared and spread her scented juice on his fine leather.

It was after all what he used to polish and clean that leather seat. Pure unadulterated pussy cum and juice. The best scented leather bike oil in the world!

Eventually he felt her slump against him and he upped the vibrations to make her sensitive clit jump in the aftermath. He loved doing that, feeling her jump and moan post orgasm, begging him to let her rest.
He heard the pleading gurgles behind him and took pity on her. He slowed and lowered them down to a quiet hum and rode more gently.

By the time he had returned to the start of the Oval run, she had recovered enough to stand. He helped her off his bike, smiling at her slightly dazed look. Then using her panties from his pocket, he polished the seat till it, like her, gleamed to satisfaction.

Suddenly he said to her, “Baby, Santa is very pleased with you and, later at his grotto, he's gonna empty his sack just for you.”

Antonia giggled and played along, “Ooo Santa, thank you. I have been a very good girl.”

Santa knew the contrary of course, she was a very bad girl but to her credit, she was very good at it.

The End

[Brandybee]

2. Homeward-bound.  By  Skydance.

The big truck rumbled into the parking lot for the regular stop at the services. Walter was on his way home to his wife having just completed part of his last journey. After tonight, it would be the last stretch and he would be home for Christmas. He was looking forward to it.

30 years he had driven, these big, lumbering 18 wheel trucks along the highways and interstate and he had made countless pick up and deliveries. He had made some good friends in the trucker community and he loved the chatter on his CB radio.

But now, now he was looking forward to hanging up his cap and retiring and to spending time with his beautiful wife, Iris. They had been together a good number of years and had three grown up sons and 5 Grandchildren. He wanted to slow down, smell the roses and enjoy family life, what was left of it. They had planned for all the family to be together this Christmas and he was due home Christmas Eve. He was looking forward to it in a couple of day’s time.

He parked up the big 18 wheeler truck and walked across to the diner. He huddled in his jacket against the biting cold and pulled his cap down lower. He was going to spend his last night in the truck, then the rest of his nights cuddled up to Iris.

He went in and the waitress greeted him fondly, “Well Walt, it’s good to see you again. Do you want your usual hun?” 

Christmas decorations hung all round, a pretty Christmas tree was near the juke box and the bells hung in the corners jingled every time the door opened and a gust of air snuck in. Christmas music played softly in the background. The atmosphere was friendly and full of the festive season.
He greeted Rhonda with a smile and nodded his head.
The steaks at “The Golden Spoon” were the best around, “Yes please sweetheart and a nice cold beer. I’m sleeping in tonight. Can I buy you a drink? This is my final run before retiring.”

Rhonda accepted and congratulated him. She was almost wistful when she kissed him on the cheek. Twenty minutes later, he was tucking into a wonderful meal, made better by the fact, the management insisted it was on the house.
“A retirement gift.” Rhonda told him.

He had a couple more beers before climbing into the cab of his truck. He put the heater on to warm his cab and sleeping area. He liked this peaceful time, watching the visitors to the diner as the night radio played softly. The way the windows were in his cab, he could see out but the people outside could not see in. He had total privacy.

The knock was unexpected on the cab door and made him jump. He leaned over to look through the window. He saw a delightful young lady, with a big coat wrapped round her. She looked like one of the whores who serviced the truckers. He saw the likes regular on his runs. Sometimes if he was feeling lonely, he would indulge himself. He justified it by telling himself it was just a pleasant fuck, a release. There was no feelings involved so in his eyes it wasn’t being unfaithful.

He supposed his wife would think differently but he would never tell her of his discreet indiscretions. Besides, after tonight, he would be with his wife, night after night. He would not need such comforts. He loved her dearly.

He waited. Waited to see if this girl would try again or move on to the next truck. He felt a tingle in his groin, just a sliver of excitement to see if she wanted him enough to try again. Was she going to slink away into the night if she heard no response?
She knocked again. “Walter?”
Hearing her say his name shocked him. He waited and listened.
“Walter?  Rhonda sent me. I’m your Christmas present from The Golden Spoon to say thank you for your custom over the years.” She waited and knocked the cab again. “Walter?  Please let me in, it’s freezing out here.”

He thought for a moment and decided it would be a fitting end to his trucking career and the Gold watch for exemplary service he would receive. In a couple of week’s time, to celebrate the end of his 30 years on the road, he would be presented his long service watch at The Snow Flake Ball. It would be a wonderful night to remember. A lot of the Truckers and their wives attended this annual ball.

A bit of female company tonight would be nice and to sample fresh pussy would be even nicer. He leaned over and opened the door. She climbed in the cab and shut the door behind her.

Walter turned the heating up and the radio down so the Christmas songs played lightly in the background. He had a little Xmas tree and Santa and sleigh on his dashboard.

“Hi,” she half whispered. “Rhonda sent me.”  She looked at him unsure as he hadn’t spoken.

Walter didn't respond. Just sat there looking at her. She had opened her coat and was beautiful. She wore a black bra top with a sheer transparent trim falling in a v just over the naval and a matching back mini skirt and thigh high black boots. She was stunning and looked to be minimum half his age-ish. He estimated her to be about 22 or 23 years compared to his 58 years. That thought excited him, a nice new fresh young pussy to see and fuck.
“Get down here,” he said gruffly, his eyes undressing her slowly.

She sat up and removed her coat completely. She was a cute young thing. She scooted to the edge of his seat, which he had pushed back from the steering wheel, and dropped down in front of him. His eyes burned and his hand went to her neck and caressed her ever so softly. He cupped her chin in his hand and looked her over. She felt spell bound suddenly. Walter had a way about him that made a girl feel loved and desired, just by a tender touch and intimate gaze in his eye. She felt for some unknown reason, that he held all of her being in his calloused palm. Her heart beat faster and her breath was slightly shaky as she looked into his handsome and seasoned face.

He stroked her throat and watched his hand as he did so. Suddenly she felt intensely vulnerable. She did not know this man. She was fast and reasonably strong but he was big and so much stronger. She might be able to put up a fight if she had to but they both knew, he could easily subdue her if he wanted.

Then his mouth was on hers and her lips opened under the intensity of his kiss. All fear was immediately swept aside. She sensed he had a good heart and that he would not hurt her. She could smell and taste him.

He slowly seduced her mouth, allowing his tongue to explore her while his hands caressed her head. Her body responded to his tenderness. Usually guys just wanted to selfishly fuck her but she felt he would be different, he would want more. He would actually pleasure her too.

The thought excited her, her body enjoyed his touch and attention. Desire slowly crept over her, she felt her pussy tingle and moisten. Her clitoris became swollen in its little hood and poked through to her panties. Wet desire leaked from her centre and dampened her panties. Her breasts became sensitive and her nipples hardened and pointed out in her clothing.

“Oh I need him in me, on me, around me, part of me.” The errant thought surprised her.
She desperately wanted to pull him in closer. Her body melted into his when she put her arms around his neck, thus allowing free access to her tits from underneath. She needed more.

Walter enjoyed this young woman and was surprised how quickly she responded to him. He sensed her need and growled softly into her mouth.
The lust built up in him. He may be older in years and seasoned but his equipment worked as well as it ever did. He hardened and throbbed. Maybe his vigour wasn’t as intense as it used to be, but where that lacked, his hands and tongue made up.

Lust was taking them both fast and he lifted her skirt to her waist and grunted with the unexpected pleasure of finding flimsy panties. He ripped them off in one tug. Within moments he had two fingers buried in her, making them both moan with the fierce perfection of unadulterated need.

He stopped for a moment and looked at her in such a way that she knew he was there with her, not just lost in his own lust and gratification, but actually there with her, feeling her desire and need as well and enjoying his fingers buried to his knuckles in her.
Her breath caught and her body ached for that acute moment. She throbbed and soaked his still fingers. She clenched her pussy to grip him, begging him to carry on and then his resumed movements took her away to her own world.

His one big hand came up and massaged her tits under her top, squeezing her bare flesh while his fingers and thumb on her clitoris made her cry out. She came almost immediately around him, and as she expressed her intense pleasure, he held her close while her orgasm moved through her.

After a few moments, he raised her up. “Let me look at that pussy so I remember it.” He said softly. She sat on his steering wheel, spread her legs with her pussy exposed. It was almost level with his face and very wet with her orgasm, an orgasm he had given her.
She had a fine black strip, neatly trimmed and the rest of her shaved. It was unlike his wife’s hairy muff but he liked both. Maybe he would shave his wife to look like hers. He knew he would always remember this girl’s fine pussy fondly. He sniffed and breathed in and smelt her pleasure.

“Open your pussy for me, Sweety,” He told her and she did, holding her lips apart. He ran the tip of his finger along her furrow, touching her pink flesh and exploring her all over.
She began to squirm and pant.
“Is my inspection turning you on?” Walter teased her. He licked the finger he had dipped in her hot liquid. She moaned watching him and he repeated the process again.
Each dip, each lick sent her to a higher plane.

“Look how wet your pussy is now,” Walter teased her. “Do you want me to eat you?”
She groaned. “Yes.”
“Only if you promise to suck me and ride me in my driver’s seat after. I also want you naked on me,” Walter set out his wants while he slowly played with her clit.

“As if I would refuse him when doing that!” her mind screamed silently as her clit ruled. She said aloud, “Yes anything!” She was gasping, finding it hard to concentrate.
“Bareback?” Walter asked. “If you are clean.”
“I am. I get checked regular and yes. I want you bareback.” She pleaded.

“Then push that fine pussy in my face, girl. What are you waiting for” he relented at last.

And she did. She stood aside his seat, her shoulders bent over him because of the ceiling of the cab, held his head and fucked his tongue like the slut she was. She pushed and grinded her hot needy cunt all over his face. She liberally smeared him in her pussy juice while she massaged her own tits. She was zoned in her own pleasure, using him as a fuck toy, moaning aloud while he massaged her fine ass cheeks.

He ate her greedily, in his own heaven. He loved a woman to give in to her inner slut and be controlled by her own selfish and sexy wants. He revelled in the fact a young pussy was washing his face like a wet flannel. He would indeed remember his last pussy as a trucker and be content later just to have his wife’s for the remainder of his years.

In his naughtier moments though, he knew he would remember this fresh young thing in his truck, his personal Christmas present from the Golden spoon.

His tongue lapped, tasted and wiped through and over her sexy furrow and then sucked on her clit, drawing it all in her mouth.
“Fuck” he heard her exclaim before she came, juddering on his face, and he drank all her creamy climax milk.

When she regained some strength, she undressed herself and him. He let her, enjoying the sight of her young, firm nubile body and the pampering of being indressed. She had beautiful firm tits, a fine flat belly, a toned ass and hips.

She dutifully kept her word, she slid down into the foot-well, took his cock in her mouth and worked him till he was rock hard. She licked his undershaft, nibbled and kissed his length and suckled his leaking precum from the tip. He began to thrust and circle in her mouth, taking her head right down to the throat so she gagged and drooled. He looked down at her. What a beautiful sight. A beautiful young woman with a mouthful of his cock. He stroked her face affectionately.

His cock wanted her now. “Ride me baby, show me how slutty a woman can be on a man’s cock.”
She moved forward and, with Walt holding his shaft upright, raised herself and got into position to take it into her pussy. She slowly lowered her body until he could feel her soft skin on the head of his cock, and she reached between her legs to spread her pussy lips. When she was ready, she lowered her body farther, and Walter felt the head of his cock wedge into place.

She murmured softly “That feels so good. I like your dick in my pussy.”

Walter watched fascinated as she lowered herself farther. She drew her breath in sharply as she continued to take his cock more into her pussy. She was hot, wet and tight.

With his cock completely embedded in her, she remained in place and smiled down at me. Both were breathing hard.  “Good?” she asked.
Walter smiled, “Hell yes hun!”

She leaned forward so her succulent breasts teased his face. She started raising her body until just the head of his cock was still inside her pussy. She paused in that position before lowering herself again and taking every inch of his hard shaft back inside her body. Her pussy felt even wetter than she had before, and just as tight. This sexy little thing looked and acted as if she was having as much fun as Walter was.

Moving slowly, as if she wanted to make their fucking last, she continued raising and lowering her body, taking his cock deep inside her pussy with every stroke. Walter timed his movements and thrust up to meet her, while his hands moved to her chest and fondled her delectable breasts. She continued her slow strokes up and down, and he thrust up to meet her, she lubricated more and more.

Soon she was moaning more frequent and riding him faster and harder. She held on to his shoulders as her inner slut began to take over. Walter loved it. He watched her tits jiggle in his hands, her face contort in lusty wonder and her pussy flood on his cock and lap.
He pushed her back a bit, using her tits, so he could watch his cock go in and out of her. Another precious memory to keep.

Up and down she rode him, moaning and panting as she enjoyed him. He loved it. His own cock was throbbing and he could feel his balls tighten. He was going to cum soon.

Walter felt a change in her tempo and her breath and moans became more ragged. She was close to climaxing again.  He felt and massaged her pussy and clit to encourage that goal. She moaned at that and threw herself forward. Using the back of the driver’s seat for balance and leverage, she fucked Walter hard and energetically. Her inner slut was released and vibrant. Both began to moan aloud as Walter let the ride take him to fulfilment. He fucked the little slut back!

Her face was a mask of lustful bliss, with her eyes closed and her lips parted in a sexy little smile, and her moans were starting to end in whimpers.
Walter matched her faster pace, and kept driving his cock up into her pussy and, when he looked down her body, he could see her juices running out from her. She smelled great, a woman in total lust.

It was a visual treat, with her breasts bouncing and swinging from side to side. 
In her heat, her body started swaying and weaving from side to side as she moved, and Walter feared she might fall off me in her rapture dance. He put his hands on her waist to guide and temper her movements and his thrusts up into her became even faster.
Walter’s goal was to time his climax with hers, if he could. She was so fucking hot!
Thankfully, she suddenly screamed his name as her release came.

Walter felt the muscles in her thighs and pussy clench and relax, clench and relax. All her other muscles reacted the same as though the trigger had occurred for the others in a domino effect.
He let go and exploded seconds later. In his climax, he shot a big load of cum up into her pussy. He gripped her hips hard and kept driving his cock in and out of her pussy until he had ejaculated all of his fluid in her.

Eventually she calmed down, was so relaxed her whole body collapsed on him. Her arms were around his neck and she was breathing hard by his ear and sat astride him, still impaled by his cock.
He held her close, both needing the intimate cuddle until they reached Earth again.

“You want to stop the night in my rig hun?” Walt asked her at last, enjoying this young naked body on him. He wanted one last night with another woman.
She nodded and he showed her his sleeping area. There was a double bed and all the amenities he needed for being on the road and trips away from home.

He did his night time rituals and soon they were both cuddled naked in bed. It was surprisingly warm and snugly.
“Good night Hun,” Walter told her. “Thank you for being my Christmas and retirement present.”
“My pleasure,” she murmured sleepily and they both drifted into a contented sleep.

Walter woke the next morning but she had gone. She had written a small note for him.

“Merry Christmas Walter. Happy Retirement. Remember all the good times on the road and smile when you do.” 
He folded up and intended to keep it in his secret pocket in his wallet.

It had snowed during the night and the world was a pristine white. Now it was starting to look and feel like Christmas.
He got up, dressed and cleaned up before going to the Golden Spoon for breakfast. He stamped his feet on the mat to get rid of the snow on his boots. Rhonda served him with a knowing smile.

He kissed her cheek, “Thank you Rhonda, you sure know how to send a man into a Happy Retirement at Christmas.”
She leaned down to fill his coffee mug and laughed, “What, with a full belly and an empty cock you mean?”

She winked at him. “You know what they say … What happens on the road…,”
Both finished the sentence together as she sashayed away to fetch him a plate of food,
“…Stays on the road.”

He chuckled at that and thought fondly of his mystery girl of last night. He never even got her name.
Rhonda soon came back with a full English breakfast, complete with baked beans and black pudding.
“Delicious Rhonda, compliments to the chef and to the Golden Spoon for their service.” 

When he was done and went to pay her, Rhonda waved him away, “You take it easy Old Timer and enjoy your retirement and pretty wife of yours.”
Walter smiled at her. “I will Rhonda and Thank you again. Merry Christmas to you and your family”
“Merry Christmas.” She returned.

He left, climbed up into his rig and trundled out the parking lot with a “toot toot” of his horn.

A song came on the radio which seemed appropriate and he began to sing …

“Eighteen wheels and a dozen roses, ten more miles on his four day run. A few more songs on the all night radio and then he’ll spend the rest of his life with the one that he loves …”

He drove along the snowy road. He was on the last leg of his journey and homeward-bound.

The End.

[Brandybee]

3. Secret Santa.  Part 1.  By  Tangoracer. 

Here I am sat at my desk in the back corner of the open plan office next to the window. As I have been working for the trade company the longest, I was known as the old guy, which I was happy with as all the rest of the workers were in their early twenties, two maybe thirty.

From my desk, I can look across the whole office and my former life as a bar man taught me how to listen to all the gossip going on around the place. My desk also provided me with a great view of the gym across the road. I could see into the gym room with all the machines lined up. But the best thing was Wednesday night, ladies night. I always had to work late on Wednesday’s to speak to one of my customers out in the States.

The company had a lockdown on what you could run on the computers which meant I always had my laptop on my desk, letting me do lots more than just work. And for that Wednesday night meeting, I needed to use Skype. The camera on my laptop is way better than the old company clipped on to the top of the monitor. With the laptop hooked up to my phone, I had free access to the internet without upsetting the bosses.

This one Wednesday evening all the other office staff had gone home. Within about half an hour, the building was nearly empty apart from the cleaners. I started my normal Wednesday routine, get my coffee and sandwich, turn my laptop on and click on that little, yellow ‘A’ icon and sit back and let the game come alive.

Leaning back in my chair, sipping my coffee as it loads up, watching the little red tags light up, then ‘pop!’, the logging screen. With my password already saved it’s just one click and I'm in. I know I have about an hour before my Skype meeting.

As it starts getting darker outside, the lights from the clear glass at the top of the gym windows catch my eye. Turning to take a look out of the window, I notice two of the office girls running on tread mills next to each other. I know from the dark tint in the office window the girls have no idea that I could see them working out. Their tight Lycra outfits didn't leave much to my imagination as they ample breasts bounces as they jog.

Turning back to my game one of my hot girlfriends has said,
“Hi, sexy Cowboy! What you up to?”

“Just here for a little fun before my meeting.” I reply

“Well come and invite me then!” She types back so fast.

I clicked the invite button and there we were, standing in front of each other. Clicking the dance pose, I take her in my arms and slowly we start to dance. Holding her tight against me, I lean in and gently kiss her soft, red lips. As I feel her lips on mine, my hands move down her back and rest softly on her sweet, little ass. With a hand on each cheek my fingers gently start to squeeze them and as my fingers start to dig into her soft flesh, she takes a breath and pushes back into my hands.

Her hand moves down over my chest and onto the front of my black jeans. Her finger tips trace the outline of my cock as it starts to react to her attention.

“Fuck me hard with that big cock! Baby, fuck my with it right now!” she types.

As I read what she wants me to do I type back,

“Pushing you backwards towards the bed!”

I click on the pose and she is on her back, her legs wide open and I'm on my knees licking her sweet pussy.

She types lots of moans and tells me not to stop as I describe everything I'm doing to her.

“OH PLEASE FUCK ME NOW!” she types in capitals as if she was shouting at me.

Without hesitation I click the next pose and pull her off the bed and lower her right down onto my hard cock. I keep describing what I'm doing to her and how she feels as she moves against my rigid cock. Her typing starts to go amiss as she tells me she is so wet in real as well as in the game!
I push her harder as I know she is going to cum soon, in real and after about half an hour, the magic message comes up on the screen:

“GOD I'M CUMMMMMING! DON'T STOP, PLEASE DON'T STOP! FUCK YES, FUCK YES!”

Then it goes quiet. The typing stops. I know she has cum hard and needs some time so I take a look back down to the gym.

Scanning along the windows I notice the office girls, in the changing room wrapped in just white towels. I watch as they dry themselves. I can't help myself as I was still so hard from my game fuck, and now watching two hot naked girls. I loosen my cock from my jeans and gently start to stroke it, feeling its hardness in my fingers as they move up and down its whole length. I keep watching the girls as they slowly get dressed building up the speed and force of my hand around my cock.

Leaning back in my chair I'm just at the point where there is no return when “BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!” from the laptop it’s my Skype call!

“GOD, not now!” I say out loud

Quickly I put my cock away and get myself ready for the meeting. Clicking the Skype icon my screen flicks over and there is my coworker from the other side of the pond. The meeting lasted about an hour and we got everything we needed doing done, my thoughts wandering back to those girls and how I could still feel the throb inside my jeans.

After we said our “goodbyes”, I click back to my game and my hot friend had left me a message.

“Thanks for that. Have a good meeting. See you soon.”

I close everything down and head of home knowing I would be back in the morning and everything was safe on my desk.

I walk back into the office the following morning and some of the staff were there already putting up Christmas decorations and there it was. The tin on the table with the Secret Santa names in it.
As I walk passed I ask Jessica “Do I just take a name out of the tin?”

“Yes and its twenty five pounds this year!” she replies with a sweet smile.

“That’s fine.” I say as I take one and head to my desk.

Getting to my desk I sit and turn on the office computer and open my laptop as the old office computer steams into life. I check my emails on my laptop and then click on the icon for the forum of my game and read what’s going on in the virtual world. The office this morning isn't as quiet as it normally is as the decorating is going on. As I drink my first coffee of the day I read the name on the secret Santa ticket.

“Molly!” I read with a smile

She is one of the two girls from the gym last night and I know she is a hot girl from some of the conversations I had heard around the office. One was all about sex toys and what sort of toys they had played with and would like to try.

As I had a couple of weeks to find the perfect gift for Molly, I was already thinking of something along those lines, but could I get a girl I don't know that well a sex toy?

As the weeks go by, I look forward to my Wednesday nights when Molly and Grace go to the gym and I get to watch them.

It's the week of the Christmas party and the time for the Secret Santa gifts. Having kept my eyes and ears open over the last weeks with everyone trying to work out who has got who, I had decided to get Molly that little something that was just for her, or nearly.

I had the gift all wrapped and ready to be handed over but I put a little note in the top, “To be opened in private!” I get in early on the day of the party and put the gift under the tree so no one would know that I had added it to the rest of the gifts.

After coming back from a drink in the local bar, the gifts are handed out. I got given a nicely wrapped, little box which I took back to my desk. Sitting in my chair, I look around the office to see who was watching me open the gift. When my eyes meet Jessica's, she let a little smile cross her lips. I gave her a little smile back and opened the wrapping.

As I see the vintage metal puzzle game I couldn't hide the big smile and looking over at Jessica I nod my head to her. I see the face of relief and a big smile cross her face.

As I watch Jessica's reaction I notice Molly is handed her gift. I watch out of the corner of my eye as she rips of the wrapping and finds the note. She looks around the office with a confused look on her face and then heads out of the office.

She comes back in about ten minutes with a big smile on her face and a little more spring in her step. I keep an eye on her as she looks around the office, trying to work out who got her the gift.

She was looking so hard for who gave her the gift because there was one essential part which was in my desk drawer. I open the drawer and I press one of the little buttons and watch Molly as I do. Her eyes open a little wider and her body flinches as the love egg deep in her pussy starts to vibrate.

In the bottom of the box there was a second note:

“If you put this in, you will not have any control of when it is going to be used but you have to keep it in all night at the office party. You will be given the controller at the end of the night if you want it that is or you can tell me to keep it!”

I press the button again and turn it off and watch her scan the office again. All afternoon I keep turning the egg on and off and watching her squirm each time I do.

Putting the little controller in my pocket, I pack up my laptop and head off to the hotel to get changed for the party. Taking my white suit out of its bag I grab the black shirt and white tie, just have to clean the white shoes to finish the look.

Taking my time in the shower and then a nice clean shave, I get dressed and with a black handkerchief tucked into my jacket pocket, I'm ready for the night of fun with Molly. I slide the controller into my pocket and head off down to the hotel bar.

Standing at the bar in my white suit, I watch as the bar fills up with all the other works company parties and some of my office but then she walked in.
“Wow!” I said a little too loud. The barman heard and echoed my view.

Molly was wearing a short, black dress that was cut low at the front showing her little tattoo just above her pelvic bone and a matching black bra top with a sheer panel dropping down from the underside of the bra. Her long legs are covered with matching sheer black stockings and black 4 inch heeled knee high boots which made her legs look even longer.

My mind ran wild, seeing her in that outfit. I wondered what panties she had on under that sweet dress. I reached into my pocket and pressed the little button and watch as Molly's body twitched as she got the shock in her pussy again.

I smile over at Molly and she walked right over to me.

“Wow! Look at you in the white suit. Very stylish! A silk shirt as well!” she says as she runs her hand down over my chest.

“Thank you! But look at you!”

“God, you look so hot and I didn't know you had such a fabulous pair of legs!” I said leaning into her ear so only she would hear what I said about her.

She smiled and stepped back and gave me a slow spin.

“So you like the little outfit then?” She murmured in my ear as she held her body against me.
I took a deep breath and let her sweet scent fill my lungs. I still have my hand on the little button in my pocket as she rested against me. I pressed it again and turned up the power. It made her take a sharp breath as she held herself against me more tightly this time.

“Are you ok?” I asked, keeping a straight face, knowing what just happened to her

“Yes I'm fine!” she said composing herself again.

Just as she gets control of herself again Jessica and some of the others come over. I gently give Jessica a kiss on the cheek and thank her for my gift, which moved the conversation on to what everyone got and who they thought it was from.

That's when Grace asked Molly the question, “What did you get and who you think gave you it?”
She looked a little sheepish and looked right at me with a little smile.

“Did she know it was me?” I thought.

“Well, I got a little sweet thing! Whoever got me it knew I would love it!” she said still looking right into my eyes.

I gave her just a little smile and an unobserved wink as her smile grew across her face and that little tingle grew again, as I press the button in my pocket.

She leaned in and whispered, “You can keep that controller and I know all about that game on your laptop Cowboy!”

Just before I could answer the hotel manager called us into the hall where all the tables were set out. We were sat around big, round tables all mixed up, so there is no one department on one table. From where I was sat I could see Molly and noticed that every now and then she would twitch and squirm in her chair.

– continued –

[Brandybee]

3. Secret Santa.  Part 2.    By  Tangoracer.

When the dinner was finished, some of the tables were cleared away to open
up the dance floor and the real party could get underway. The dance floor soon filled up and I found myself dancing next to Molly and Grace, just as the music changed from pop music to a bit more R and B and rap.

Then it happened, R Kelly Bump and Grind started to play. Molly grabbed my arm before I could walk away and pulls me tight into her.

As our bodies started to move against each other, rubbing and grinding hard into each other, I put my hand in my pocket and turn her egg up to full power. I move my hands down to her ass holding her tight as the pleasure from the egg takes over her body.

Feeling her body shake in my hands, I know she has just had her first orgasm because of me. With her arm now around my neck she sighs,

“I'm all yours Cowboy!”

“You have been mine all day Molly, my little Playdoll!” I moan back.

“How long have you known that’s my name?” she questioned.

“I saw your laptop one day and you were in the forum. I just never caught you online in the game.” I answered as we still danced so tight together.

Moving my hand across her ass I reached down a little bit and let my fingertips move along the hem of her dress, feeling the soft warmth of her skin on the back of her thigh. I run my fingertip up under the hem and move it between the top of her thighs and felt the wetness of the fabric of her panties where she had just had her orgasm. As my fingers move over the dampness, I felt her lips vibrating, as the egg is still on full power.

Gently I worked my finger tip along the side of the wet fabric and then slide it under it and felt her wet lips open to the soft touch from my fingers.
As my fingers part her lips she holds me tighter around my neck,

“Take me to your room and fuck me Cowboy!” she moans softly.
Taking my fingers out from her panties, I give my finger a quick lick and take my Playdoll by the hand, leading her out of the hall and into the elevator.

As the door shuts I push her powerfully against the wall and kiss her hard and deep. Pushing my tongue into her open and willing mouth, our tongues fight and twist around each other, my right hand moves down between her legs that open a little letting my hand move right between them.

Pulling her Panties to one side I slide two fingers deep into her pussy my fingertips press against the nobles of the egg deep inside her wetness. As my fingers push the egg deeper inside her, my thumb starts to work on her clit pressing firmly against it, flicking it from side to side.

Feeling her body start to shake and quiver in my hands, I kiss her harder to stifle her moans as she gives in to her second orgasm. I hold her up against the wall as wave after wave rushes though her body.

Still with my fingers deep inside her, the elevator doors open, I walk my little Playdoll backwards down the hall way to my room. Pressing her back up against the wall again beside the door, my finger works deeper into her wet pussy making her lift up onto her toes. Her moans grow louder as my fingers and thumb work deep and harder on her pussy and clit.

Reaching into my pocket I swipe the key card in the door and with a little click the door opens. Taking my fingers out of her pussy, we move into the room. As soon as the door closes behind us Molly pulls her clothes off. She turns to face me totally naked. I smile as I look down over her body, her firm breasts are topped with little pink nipples that stand out nice and hard.

Walking towards her she helps me out of the jacket and shirt before dropping to her knees and starts to undo my belt and trousers. Gently she pulls them down leaving my boxer shorts where they are, her fingertips run up my legs and start to trace the outline of my cock in my boxers.

Before she can do anything with my cock I put my hands under her arms and lift her back to her feet, walking her backwards to the bed. I turn her around to face the bed and as she reaches the edge of it I place my hand between her shoulder blades I push her forward making her bend over and supporting herself with her own hands on the bed.

Dropping to my knees as I run my hands up the back of her thighs my thumbs pull her soft warm checks of her ass apart letting me see her sweet little star and the little pink wire hanging from her pussy lips.

Leaning forward into her, I let my tongue slide deep between the wet lips of her pussy, giving me my first taste of her sweet love juices. As my tongue gets covered in her sweetness, I move my left thumb up to her clit and start rubbing it hard. Using the inside of the knuckle of my thumb, pressing her clit hard she quivers to my touch and moans loudly.

Hearing her moans grow I push my thumb deep between her lips and push hard against the inside walls of her pussy. As my thumb works hard inside her, my fingers find her clit. With my hand working the inside and outside of her pussy, I start to run my tongue around and over her little star of her ass letting the tip push against it.

As my tongue and fingers work on her hot sexy body I feel her fall forward and push her face into the duvet to muffle her own moans as the pleasure grows more then she can handle. With my tongue making her tight little entrance nice and wet I give my right thumb a quick suck and then pushing it deep into her tight little ass.

Her body tenses as she feels my thumb in her ass and then explodes with a huge orgasm; her body shakes and pushes back against my hands. I feel the rush of her juices over my hand as she quirts over them. I stand up and move my thumb from her ass, pulling my boxers down my cock springs out hard in front of me.

Taking it in my hand I gently rub its tip between the top of Molly’s thighs, letting it run along the wetness of her pussy lips. With a little bend of my knees I move my hips and push my cock deep into her wet pussy until the tip of my cock hits the egg pushing it a little deeper into her again. Her arms are stretched out and a grabbing hand falls off the duvet as she pushes back against me.
Taking a grip of her hips I start to move my hips letting my cock almost slide right out before thrusting deep back into her and just hitting the egg each time. Our bodies slap together with each and every push. Pushing hard against her, her knees buckle and land on the bed still with her head buried in the duvet I reach around under her and start to rub her clit hard again with my thumb. Pulling myself out of her pussy I move up just a little and rub up against the little star of her ass.

Gently rolling my hips the tip of my cock pushes against her and slowly opens her entrance. I watch her body tense up again and then relax. My cock slides deep into her ass as she relaxes around me. Holding it deep inside her I feel the vibration from the egg right along the underside of my cock.

Feeling her ass relax a little more I start to pound her ass, hard and fast, pushing my cock right to the hilt each and every time. With every hard thrust Molly pushes back to meet my cock. I move my right foot up onto the bed and drive harder into her. She lifts her head and lets out a scream of pleasure. Feeling her ass tighten around my cock and her clit swell even more she erupts into an orgasm again. I feel the heat of her orgasm rush through my cock, deep in her ass and then the rush of her juices as she squirts again and again.

I keep pounding her ass keeping the waves of her orgasm rushing through her whole body until she collapses flat onto the bed. I lean down over her, keeping my cock buried deep in her ass. As my body presses down against hers, I feel the sweat that covers her whole body kissing the back of her neck, I whisper softly,

“Do you need a rest?”
“Yes please!” she pants back

Gently I pull my cock out from her and we move up the bed. Lying down behind her I hold her close to me. My hands move slowly over her body cupping her breasts and gently playing with her firm, little nipples. A soft moan leaves her lips as my finger and thumb pinch her nipples in turn. Slowly I move my right hand down over her thigh and gently run my fingers along the wet lips of her pussy until I feel the little pink wire.
Taking ahold of the wire I gently start to pull on it. Slowly it starts to move as more of the wire comes out of her pussy. A soft, gentle moan comes from Molly as the egg moves down through her pussy and then slides out from between her lips. I feel for the controller and turn it off with the egg hanging from my fingers.

Softly I run the egg against Molly’s lips and as I do, she opens her mouth and takes the egg into it sucking her own sweet juices from it. I let go of the wire and hold her tight against me.

As we lay their resting I run my right hand down her side and let it rest on the soft skin of her right bum cheek. Slowly moving my fingertips across the warm soft flesh they work their way down and gently trace along the wetness of her pussy again.

Molly moans to the soft touch of my fingers and moves her leg up giving me more access to her wetness. My fingertips push a little harder against her as her wet lips open letting my fingers enter her slowly again. As my fingers move deeper into her she rolls onto her front and twists around kissing me deep and full of passion.

“Fuck me hard my Cowboy!” She moans softly as we kiss again.

I move from beside her and down between her legs slowly kissing my way up the back of her thighs and onto her sweet little tight ass. My tongue runs around her little entrance again letting just the tip press against it. I feel her push back on my tongue each time it flicked across that little spot. Moving my body up over her, I kiss all the way up her back until the tip of my hard cock rubs against her wet lips and slides straight between them.

Molly moans loudly as she feels my whole length back inside her. Placing my hands up over her shoulders, leaning right over her, I start to drive hard and deep into her tight pussy. Her muscles in her pussy trying to hold me inside her, it feels so good around my cock. This feeling makes me pound her pussy hard just like she asked for. Her moans and groans grow louder with every thrust of my hips.

She pushes back hard to meet me each time, lifting her head she turns and smiles,

“Cum deep in my ass! I want to feel your hot cum deep in my ass that first time, Cowboy!”

Hearing her words, I move my hands from above her shoulders to the small of her back pinning her down to the bed.

“Are you sure that is what you want?” I say through gritted teeth.

“Yes!   Yess!   YESSSS!”  She looks back up at me.

With one move of my hips I pull out of her hot wet pussy and drive it back deep into her tight ass, making Molly take a sharp breath of pleasure and then a moan of pain but it was all topped off from the big push back against my cock.

Pressing down with my hands holding her still on the bed I drive hard deep and fast into her tight ass. With every thrust I feel my balls slap against her wet pussy lips. Her body starts to shake under me and then I feel the hot rush from her pussy all over my ball as she screams from the massive orgasm that she was still going through.

As her orgasm starts to subside she tightens her hold around my cock in her ass and squeezes it hard. I try to keep my control but know I wasn’t going to last much longer with her squeezing me that tight.

Feeling my ball start to tighten and my cock grow a little harder I know there was no going back. Pushing my hips hard forward and holding her down hard, my cock erupts deep inside her, pumping a red hot jet of cum deep into her ass then a second follows and a third jet pumps into her. Her tight ass muscles work around my cock, milking every last drop of cum out of me.

Laying back down behind her she rolls back against me still holding my cock in her ass I hold her tight to me and we lay there holding each other.   

I feel her body and breathing get soft as I feel her fall asleep in my arms. Gently I work the duvet out from under us and cover us up. My eyes slowly close as I fall asleep too.

As I wake up the next morning I feel across the bed and feel it is empty. Opening my eyes I look around the room and see a little note on the bed side table.

“Thank you for a great night Cowboy and have a great Christmas. I will see you back at work soon!”

I smile to myself as I read down a little more

“The controller is yours to keep and to have fun with as you please.
Your Little Playdoll!”

PS “Please add me”

With a big smile I get out of bed and head off for a shower.

The End.

[Brandybee]

4. Christening The Aqua Pirate.  Part 1.  By  Vaughan.

Slade finished varnishing the last part of the bow, stepped back and looked to inspect his houseboat. He was satisfied with the finish and he hadn’t missed any bits.
He had bought it off an elderly gentleman earlier in the year, who had no use for it any longer and with a bit of loving care, he had restored it to an acceptable and living standard.

He had worked hard all spring, summer and autumn, weather permitting, and now, in time for Christmas, he was ready to move into it. He had found a stretch of land and water off Crystal Lake that he had also bought with the idea he had of living out there on his boat. There was a few wooden cabins dotted around the lake and his neighbours appeared friendly enough.

He also owned a high rise apartment in town for business but this boat was now his special place, his home, his escape from the busy rat race. All it needed was a name.

Nothing immediately had sprung to mind but he had plenty of time and placed the plaque he would carve the name in to, on the kitchen counter.  He brewed a tea and poured it into his mug walking outside on to the deck to view the lake and wooden jetty that allowed access to his boat from the land.

He had repaired that too and had wood stained the walk boards and added a safety rail. He had painted it aqua and green in keeping with the forestry colours and lake. He had even erected a post box and painted it aqua as well.

His favourite colour was indeed aqua and it had remained the colour scheme in the boat. He had used aquas, greens, blues, purples and varnished wood. The main living room, however, was white with different shades of brown wood.  It looked luxurious and classy, especially with a couple of white marble figurines he had bought. He had managed to erect a Christmas tree and a few decorations around the boat which gave a Christmas and welcoming feel to the place.

Now that winter was here, the weather outside was cold. Some of the trees around the lake were bare of leaves with the exception of the abundant evergreens. The reflections of the trees and the different colour of the skies made for some spectacular stunning and beautiful views. It would be an artist’s paradise here. It made for stunning views.
The steam from his breath and tea swirled into the cold air and disappeared. It was Christmas in a couple of days and he was lucky to have got a good day to finish off the boat. He wore faded jeans, a superman T-shirt and a padded lumberjack shirt type jacket in blue and white check. He also wore tan coloured working men’s boots.

Suddenly a large bird flew in and landed on the railing to look at him and see what he was doing. It was a pelican he had named Percy. He was quite big and sturdy and easily reached as high as Slade’s waist. Percy had befriended him while he had spent days lovingly working on his boat.  Slade even bought crab meat for him and left it out. Percy liked it and had been a frequent visitor ever since. They had found a friendship of sorts in this strange cock-eyed world and sometimes, Percy would waddle and follow Slade around to keep him company. Slade would talk to him and the bird did seem to listen.

Slade’s tummy rumbled which reminded him it was time for dinner and he decided to eat at the local bar and grill. He had heard the food was quite good there. He packed up and switched the heating on to the timer. He was going to spend his first proper night in his new home. Tomorrow, he would go shopping and fetch all his groceries and items that made a home a home, including more crab and tuna for Percy.
He owned the red pick-up truck parked nearby and when done, he jumped into it and drove to the eatery not too far away leaving Percy to wander around and watch over his place.

He noticed the woman straight away sitting at the bar. She was drinking vodka and lime with ice and idly chatting to the bar man.

Sex appeal oozed from her. He mused whether she would look good in nothing but his handcuffs kneeling at his feet. He dismissed the thought. He was here to eat not feed his dominant tendencies.
Slade sat at a table and ordered a steak with the trimmings. The waitress seemed interested in getting to know him better but at the moment, he wanted to settle in. He therefore remained polite and smiled at her flirtations.

He finished his food, left a tip and took a walk to get a feel of this small town. He left his car parked at the Bar and Grill.  That’s when he saw it.  In the window of one of the shops he saw a stunning framed picture of a female pirate. There was a sailing ship in swirly fog in the background. She had dark wavy hair and was dressed in typical pirate regalia with an air of mystery. She was a beauty and held a jewel handled sword and wore a black pirate hat, but it was the feather in it that caught his eye. It was the most vivid colour of aqua.

He knew he had to buy the picture and hang it in the lounge of his houseboat. Suddenly he knew the name his home would take. What would be more fitting than – The Aqua Pirate, after this mystical, exciting woman in the portrait.

Luckily the shop was still open, although it was due to close in 5 minutes. He went inside.
Shortly afterwards, he came out carrying his purchase under his arm, wrapped in brown paper and green and red Christmas ribbons.

He returned to his car to find a note on his windscreen –
“I saw you eating in the Bar and Grill and thought I’d give you my phone number – I hope you don’t mind, nor think I am too forward.”  It was followed by a number and an initial S.

Slade smiled and thought for a moment before sending a text to the number.

“Not forward at all, but if you come to visit me, be prepared, for I will take it you are willing to be pleasured by a Master.  MS”

He chuckled and wondered if she would be intrigued or offended. Then he jumped in his car and drove home to hang up his Aqua Pirate.

The next morning was Christmas Eve. He was up bright and early. Christmas songs played on his radio and Percy was already waiting for him on the deck. He opened a tin of tuna and emptied it on a tin plate for him.  He switched the kettle on as he walked outside. He was naked except for some blue lounging pants that hung on his hips and the cool air from outside caused goose bumps on his skin.

He greeted the pelican and placed Percy’s plate on the floor for him. The large bird watched him slyly before waddling over to the food. Slade then returned inside and made some tea. He sat drinking it at the breakfast counter making a mental list of the groceries and household items he needed.

His kitchen and lounge were open plan and The Aqua Pirate now hung on the wall over the fireplace. It had a length of tinsel sat on top of the frame. It caught his eye and he admired her again, pleased that he had treated himself to such a Christmas present.
It suited his place.

He dressed for the cold weather and travelled into town in his red pick up to buy the items he needed. He took his time to get his bearings, grabbed a snack at lunch and made his way home.
There was a strange car parked outside The Aqua Pirate.

Waiting for him was the woman he had seen at the bar. Was she the mysterious S?

She was stunning. She had on a black top that had two slits at the front, one tantalisingly under the breasts and the other underneath that, where her solar plexus was. She wore a short sexy black skirt that made her legs seem like they went on forever, her legs bore black stockings and her feet were in a pair of gold heels that accented the gold coloured thick necklace she wore around her neck. Over that she wore a black sexy full length fur coat. It was winter after all.

Slade finally muttered a few words of approval about her outfit and felt his loins stir. It would almost be a shame for her to take those clothes off but if she had come to Aqua to see him after his text, it would be for sex and not romance.

She smiled at him and he grinned back. “S?” He asked her
She nodded and blushed.

“You sure you want this to happen?” he asked her, unloading the groceries.
She nodded again.

“Panties?” he asked.
She blushed and nodded again.

“Take them off. In future, if you ever come here, underwear is not allowed.”
She hesitated and then removed her panties. The cool air teased her.

“Wait here, I’ll be with you shortly. I need to unload and put away,” he told her.

– continued –

[Brandybee]

4. Christening The Aqua Pirate.  Part 2.  By  Vaughan.

Slade let her wait outside while he emptied the car and unpacked the bags into his cupboards.
When done, he invited her inside. He closed the door behind her and immediately pushed her back against it and pressed his lips to hers. He thrust his tongue into her mouth to kiss her lustily and to let her know, he meant business.

She kissed him back passionately and he worked his tongue seductively in her mouth simulating oral sex. He took his time, enjoying her and allowing her perfume to seduce his senses. She moaned and he knew she was enjoying the kiss as much as he was and that she would be compliant. His cock began to stiffen and he sensed she was becoming sexually excited as well. He finally broke their embrace and allowed her into his home.

He escorted her to sit down on the couch, took her fur coat to hang up and he fetched both of them a drink, a vodka and ice for her and a whiskey for him. When he joined her and sat down, she teasingly sat on his lap and placed his drink on the nearby coffee table.
She gave him a sexy little kiss, just a peck, to test her boundaries and it was her way of saying, “I want you.”

Slade wanted this woman that was a given. He placed his hands under her skirt, pushed her legs apart and stroked her pussy.

He was delighted that she was clean shaven.
“I like that, nice and hairless. Keep it that way.” He told her and began to finger fuck her, first with one finger, then with two.

With his free hand, he groped her tits, making her writhe and moan on his lap.

“Sit on the rug on the floor,” Slade whispered in her ear, nuzzling her hair, satisfied that she was turned on by him. “I want you to masturbate for me, while I watch you.”

She moaned and reluctantly rose. She went to remove her clothes.

Slade stopped her, “No. I want your top and skirt raised exposing your tits and your naughty little cunt for me. I want you to look like the sexy little slut you are.”
She groaned at his words and he knew, talking to her like this turned her on even more.

She hitched her clothing up. Her tits were nice and round and her nipples were standing on end. Her hairless pussy was all moist and swollen. She was definitely a woman sexually charged.

“You naughty whore,” Slade approved of her slutty look and leaned back on his couch drinking his whiskey, ”Now wank and give me a good show,”

There was something about her that was so innocent but so fucking dirty at the same time. She turned Slade on incredibly. He was pretty certain, she had not masturbated in front of a man so lewdly before and yet here she was in his home, a stranger’s home, on his luxurious rug on the floor with her pussy and tits exposed for him. The rug was of deep pile and a dark burgundy red. It perfectly complimented her black and gold outfit and her pale skin tone.
Slade licked his lips, devouring her arrogantly with his eyes.
He watched her hand drift down to her pussy and the other to her breasts and she started to play with her nipples and labia.

“Yes, that's it!” Slade encouraged her. His gaze roamed over her body and then moved down. He stared intently at her pussy lips wrapped around her fingers.
Her heartbeat was getting faster watching him, watching her, do her slutty performance. She squeezed her taut nipples between her fingers, flicking at them, revelling in the tweaks of sensations that spread through her body at each teasing touch.

She rubbed her pussy. It was soaking wet and Slade could smell her arousal. 
She then turned over, and got on all fours. She lowered her face to the deep pile rug so her ass was sticking in the air. She looked at him all doe-eyed. Her tits hung down and her pussy and buttocks were on show for him. She looked a dirty little bitch with her pussy and thighs moistened with need.

She spread her cheeks and continued to masturbate, moaning and writhing on her fingers. She was really wet now and he could hear the liquid sounds in her movements.
Slade smiled. The little slut was enjoying this and performing wonderfully for him. She looked so hot and his cock was pulsing to take her, but not yet. First he wanted to see her at her most vulnerable. First he wanted to see her cum for him on board The Aqua Pirate.

She looked so hot bent over, her curvy ass high in the air. She pulled her ass apart to show him her sexy little star. He could not resist, he moved forward, parted her cheeks and spit on that puckered spot. That gesture excited her for she moaned in approval, secreted more female juice and rubbed her pussy harder. Slade recognised she was turned on by the slightly degrading treatment and the humiliated and embarrassed feelings that came with it.

“Oh you like that do you?” Slade asked already knowing the answer.
“Yes,” she murmured.
“Yes what?” He corrected her, squeezing her ass as a warning.
“Yes Sir.” She responded.
“Good slut. Say it, tell me what you like.” He told her.
“Sir, I like you spitting on me,” she told him. She stuttered a little over her admission and swallowed nervously.
“Where do you like me to spit on you?” Slade wanted her full admission and feel the slight humiliation of the degrading act.
“Sir, I like you to spit on my asshole.” She was blushing in her bent over state but her pussy was showing signs of more wet desire.
“Where else do you want me to spit on you?”  Slade pushed her for more, feeling her nervous but excited apprehension.
“On my slutty cunt Sir. I want you to spit there and would like you spitting on my tits Sir.” She blushed.
Slade spit on her ass and pussy again and she moaned and rubbed it in with her pussy juices.
“I’m going to cum Sir,” she gasped.
“Good. Do it.”  Slade commanded and watched her cry out in her ecstasy. He saw her body shake and tremble before collapsing on the rug. She was breathing hard.

Using one hand, Slade pushed two fingers in to her pussy and two in to her anus. He felt the wet heat and spasms of her excitement. He gave each ass cheek, three testing spanks with a pause in between. Each spank jiggled her cheeks and was amazingly loud in the boat. As soon as she felt the sharp sting and burn, she felt the heat start to sink right into her pussy and radiate out through her body. Her cheeks glowed red and added to the aftershock sensations she felt by his probing fingers. She moaned softly at each orgasmic aftershock.

It wasn't the pain of the spanks, although that small amount was pleasant. It was the indignity and helplessness that got her, his sheer arrogance and air of superiority. Slade was depersonalizing her, turning her into an underling, a sexual plaything, and as the sting of his slaps sunk down into her pussy and caused her muscles to clench and her clitoris to throb, her will for more just expanded. She became his fuck toy, his pussy, his eager slut. She no longer wanted to be anything else.
”Beautiful,” Slade said softly. He knew she was his. “You are a naughty girl coming here to a stranger’s home, showing your tits, ass and cunt and behaving like a slut. Tell me what you are?”
She swallowed and blushed more.
“I’m a naughty girl Sir.”
“Yes you are,” Slade continued to draw on what he had learnt from her, bringing out her hidden secrets and to acknowledge her liking of shallow degradation and humiliation. “And now you’ve climaxed on my floor. What does that make you?”  All the time, Slade finger fucked her holes.
“I’m a slut Sir,” She moaned, fucking back on his wonderful fingers.
“Yes you are. Look back at your behaviour and look at you now! You are fucking my hand by yourself.” Slade teased and chided her more. She moaned as her pussy became wetter and wetter. Slade watched delighted as her body rocked to and fro on his now stationary hand.
“Good Slut”, he told her after a while. “Now, I’m going to give you what you need, I’m going to fuck you.”

Slade grabbed a handful of her hair and tugged gently to turn her round to face him, and said, “Open your mouth.”

She complied with his order and parted her lips. The tip of his cock pushed into her face. He did not allow her head to move. He held her in place as he pushed his hips forward. His cock shoved deep into her mouth and came to rest in the back of her throat. She gagged a little before he let off. He withdrew only a little before he moved forward again. Then he slowly began pumping his hips into her face. Her mouth stretched. She felt spit building around his big cock that filled her mouth and she drooled from the corners.

Slade continued to fuck her face for a while. She had a lovely wet, warm and inviting mouth. It felt good around his cock. He felt precum build in his tubes and he fed her some as it dribbled from the tip. She drank it thirstily.
When he was satisfied, he had stretched and male scented her mouth, he pulled away from her head, fighting a little for self-control. “Turn around and get on all fours.” He told her.

She did not hesitate to get into position. She wanted him.

She got on her hands and knees. Her forehead hit the floor like before and Slade looked down on her body. She looked incredible. He decided to spank her again. A loud slap filled the room just before the sharp sting set into her buttocks. Like before it fuelled her pussy to secrete her desire. The stockings she wore provided no protection against the whacks on her skin.
She could feel her bottom turning red.
Then he spanked her again, only harder and on the opposite side. The sizzling sensations sent shivers up her spine and back again before he softly rubbed at her skin to sooth the ache.
Again the spanks radiated to her pussy. She was swollen and throbbing.

“Open up for me,” he commanded.

She spread her knees as far apart as she could. Her inner thighs burned at the sensation of her muscles being stretched so far apart. Then she heard a bottle of lube pop open and she felt a cold rush of oozing liquid cover her hole, together with more of his spit.

Slade let the lube drip on her before pushing his finger into her ass. Then he used the flat part of his thumb to push more lube and spit into her asshole. She could feel the slick liquid building inside of her ass.

“I’m going to fuck your ass, Is that a problem?” Slade checked with her.
She shook her head, wanting him so badly.
“Good Girl.” He told her.
Without further discussion, she felt his cock prod her back entrance and then push in right towards the centre of her ass. Her asshole quivered at Slade’s abrupt but slow invasion.

“My sexy little ass whore. You want to get fucked like this don't you?” Slade said softly. He was claiming her body.
She nodded and moaned her need of him.

Slade said to her, “I need you to fuck me. I need you to be a whore for me: the hottest, sluttiest, piece of ass I've ever had. Can you do that, baby? Can you do it?”

She nodded and moaned more. She wanted him so bad.
She took a deep breath and Slade pushed his cock in a little deeper and waited while she grew accustomed to him. She felt herself stretching. He waited for her muscles to relax before he began to fuck her, slow and then building up to a quicker, steady pace.

“Pull your skirt up,” he growled. “Hold it up. I want to see my cock going into you.” and he claimed her second hole that afternoon.

She moaned when Slade placed his hand flat in the middle of his back and pushed down to make her arch for him. She began to rotate her hips and fuck him back. They both became lost in the land of lust and greed. It was the lewdness of it all, the thrill of two strangers fucking. 
He covered over her as he fucked, groping her tits and grinding her pussy. Precum seeped from his cock into her passage and rectum to mark her as his.

She screamed as she came a second time and her convulsions nearly sent Slade into his own sexual heaven but he had one more hole left to claim.
She was drowning in the rushing torrent of orgasm. The wash of overwhelming pleasure and total surrender. She was flying in a stratosphere, exploding like fireworks. 
Slade swapped holes and plunged into her wet spasming pussy. She collapsed face down under him sated, so he fucked her prone body, grinding her into the carpet and pounding her pussy.
This was his pleasure now, greedy, unleashed and pure, raw, animal lust.

He rammed her, reaching as far as her womb and prodding her deep until he poked through.
He could feel the muscles of his cock tighten, building to explode as he fucked her. Then Slade bellowed and growled. Huge spurts of cum flowed from his dick and into her pussy. He pumped into her and then withdrew spraying and scenting her body. 
She received his seed as a willing receptacle, a cum dump, crushed and won over by Slade's relentless fucking and his furious lustful cries. She felt the throb of his cock inside her and when it began to spill hot searing waves of cum into her pussy, intense jets she felt like liquid fire was splattering into her secret submissive soul.

When he was spent and his orgasm subsided, he fell forward and cradled her on the floor. Slade twitched and quivered in post-orgasm as his sensitive cock brushed against her body.

“You are incredibly sexy,” he complimented her.

“So are you Sir,” she smiled as she cleaned his cock, with her mouth, for him and put him away. She cuddled up to him and he kissed her tenderly.
Slade pulled two cushions on the floor for them to use. They lay and chatted while he held her and generally enjoyed each other’s company. He would not however, let her cover up. While he had now dressed and made himself decent, she was quite the opposite lying next to him. Her tits, pussy and buttocks were exposed so he could feel or look at her whenever he wished.
He stroked her hair as he cradled her and every now and then, kissed her lips, neck and shoulders and fondled her lewdly until, eventually, it was time for her to leave.
She dressed and ensured, she had not left anything behind.
As he walked her to her car to watch her go safely on her way, snowflakes began to fall. They both laughed and wished each other a very Merry Christmas.

She got into the driver’s seat and cheekily gave him her panties. He laughed softly and bent down to ask her a question through her open window, gripping them in his fist.
“Tell me, what does the S stand for?” Slade asked.

“Why Sexy of course!” She answered giggling and before he could answer, she had reversed and driven away.

Slade chuckled at her answer and hoped that she would visit again.
He was just about to return down the jetty to The Aqua Pirate when the postman arrived to deliver a box to him. The postman was a dwarf from the bar and grill and introduced himself as Happy.
Slade signed for the parcel and wondered what it was.

Walking back inside, he opened the box and was surprised to find an invitation inside, together with a hideously ugly Christmas jumper.

“You are invited to the Bar and Grill for a Christmas Eve Party but you have to wear this wonderful jumper. Please come. Love Stone and Jayc”

Slade chuckled to himself and said to Percy, who was hovering at the glass doors looking in at him, “Well it looks like I have somewhere to go this Christmas Eve after all and, ”  Slade looked at the burgundy rug on the floor and the pretty panties in his hand, “The Aqua Pirate has just been christened.”

The End.

[Brandybee]

5. A Matter of Life or Death.    Part 1.  By  Brandybee.

The icy half-rain, half-snowflakes swirled in the wind and battered down on the windscreen of James’s car. The wipers clicked rhythmically as they arced back and forth clearing the flakes that appeared to melt as soon as they hit the wet window.  It was a dreary Christmas Eve and awful weather for driving on the motorway.  It was the same on the opposite carriageway.  Traffic was heavy. Everyone just wanted to get home to their loved ones in time for the Christmas celebrations.

****

The alarm sounded in the collection station. Clarence moved forward to respond and collect the ticket from his supervisor.  “M5 Southbound. Vehicle Collision. Two to Collect.”

Clarence took the ticket and tucked it into his leather pouch. This was his first time out on his own and he wanted to set a good impression and to show he was worthy of his wings.

He moved forward with the other Angels to the launch boards. The Collections Depot was always busy and there was a steady stream as the Angels dived and flew on their missions to collect the souls of the perished.
Clarence waited his turn and took flight without hesitating to step into the atmosphere. His heavenly light surrounded him, to warm and light his way.

The only thing he forgot in his eagerness to complete his task, was to cloak himself with his invisibility force.  It meant he could be seen by the human eye.

****

James was driving his car, listening to the Christmas songs on the radio, determined to spread Christmas cheer in this awful storm.

“And so this is Christmas, I hope you have fun…”   John Lennon’s voice sang out and James found himself singing along with him, “The near and the dear ones, the old and the young,”

Suddenly and without warning, James saw a figure in front of him in the road. A vision of a muscle ripped, bare chested man with wings in a golden huey light. He was wearing a short Roman type gladiator skirt and leather sporran. He had wavy shoulder length hair and a head band on his forehead with matching bicep bands and leather bracers. He was floating a couple of feet above the road’s surface.

James’s reaction was instantaneous for he didn’t want to hit him.  In a screech of tyres and brakes, he took evasive action to swerve around the heavenly being. He skidded on the wet, icy surface of the tarmacked road. The car spun and then began to tilt over. It crashed into the safety barrier and was now rolling. Over and over it tumbled down the steep bank.  James looked out of the side window and saw the vision of the world. First it was normal on top, then on its side, then upside down at the bottom, then on the opposite side and back to the top again. Repeating over and over in the rolls of the car. Then the blackness took him.

Clarence cussed himself for not switching his invisibility cloak on and now, he had caused an accident that should not have happened. He would be in trouble for sure.

He collected the two souls from the crash on the opposite carriageway. They seemed puzzled at first and he gave them a feeling of wellbeing and joy. It eased the blow of leaving the Earth-life to go into the Afterlife.

“Please wait here,” he smiled, “before we continue on our journey. I have another soul to collect.”

He flew slowly to James’s car and saw it was badly crushed. No one could survive such crash injuries. Clarence winced slightly as he touched James’s lifeless hand, poking out of the driver’s window.

“Come,” he encouraged and James soul slowly peeled out of his dead useless body to face the Angel.
James was dazed and bewildered, “I am dead?” 

He tried to make sense of it all:  The crash; the crushed car; the windscreen wiper trying to work; the back wheel still spinning; his dead arm poking out the car; the mangled car hiding the rest of his dead and crushed body; the two ghosts waiting at the top of the embankment and the Angel glowing in front of him. Strangely he could not feel the icy rain on him or feel the blustery wind but he could see it all around him.

“Yes, you are.”  Clarence told him. His voice was soothing and melodic.
“But you caused me to crash!” James protested, “Was it really my time?”

Clarence felt a little uncomfortable and being a creature of good, could not tell a lie.  “Well no. I do not believe it was your time, but your body … well look at it. You do need to come with me now.”

James felt compelled to obey. The feeling of peace and joy emitted from the Angel was surrounding him in a comforting fog.  It felt so good and tempting to just let go. But then he thought of his lady, Matilda, their children yet to be born and their plans for the future.
“What if I don’t wish to come?”  James asked him.

“You are lucky, you could have been collected by a dark demon instead of me and taken down there,” Clarence informed him and pointed down at the same time. Then said more gently, “Look, you have no choice, but, you can appeal your time of death if you wish,” Clarence informed him.

“Then appeal I will.”  James stated and allowed the wondrous feeling of calm to wash over him as the Angel transported him and the other two expected souls to the Delivery Hall.

The Delivery Hall was all white, vast and heavenly. It had queues of dead people waiting to be processed.
He waited impatiently in line until at last it was his turn. 

“You are not on my list.”  The clerk exclaimed and informed her supervisor who in turn informed the department head.

Clarence was summonsed to appear and explain the incident. He was very apologetic about the whole thing.

At the end, James stepped forward and said, “So you see, it’s all a simple but terrible mistake and I need to return home for Christmas.”

“It’s not that simple. You see you have died. Therefore it is easier for the time of death to stand. To allow you to live in the same body would mean to turn back time, so your body was never crushed and your car accident never happened. But to do that, it involves every single living person on Earth. They would have to live those same seconds again, in exactly the same way. That is some feat to arrange.” The supervisor explained in sympathy. “The time of death will either have to stand or maybe another body can be found for you to have. One soul could be extracted and yours replaced there to give an extended life to someone for you to live yours”

“But I want to live,” James was exasperated by the situation. “I want to live My life, with My lady and the future We have together.  I don’t want my life to end prematurely and I don’t want to lead someone else’s life.”

“Then you will have to appeal and go before Saint Peter who is the ruling force here.” The clerk stated. “You will have 3 days to prepare your case for a decision. I will inform the necessary authority of the case.”

“Come,” Clarence said to James. “I will try and help you put this right.” He felt guilty by what had happened and wished to help right this bad situation.

He led him to an office where they could work in peace. Clarence explained that they would need to argue successfully, that:

1. James life was taken prematurely 
2. That the accident that took his life was not James fault
3. That the life James had lead had been productive
4. He had people who loved him that would be wrongly deprived by his early unexpected death
5. That a future generation will be lost by his early demise.

James looked at him, “Have you been involved in this type of thing before?” he asked.
Clarence shook his head. “No but a good friend of mine Conductor 71, missed a pilot once through fog over the English Channel. He woke up alive instead of dead on the beach.”

“What happened to him?” James asked.
“Well in the extended time on earth he should not have had, he met and fell in love and successfully argued that he should therefore be given the right of life and that the earthly commitment should take precedence over the afterlife's claim on him.”

James eyes narrowed. “I have heard this story before, do you remember the pilot’s name?”
Clarence thought for a moment, “Yes, yes, the couple involved were Peter and June Carter and the Earth year was 1945.”

James sat down and looked at Clarence. He said, “Peter Carter was my Great Grandfather. I thought that story was all make believe. Peter and June were my Great Grandparents. My name is James Carter.”

Both worked solidly in the three days they had to prepare the case. After all it was a matter of life or death for James and he and his future generations depended on it.

On the day of the court, Saint Peter was dressed in all white flowing gowns. He was tall, proud and had an aura of authority about him. James knew he would take no nonsense and yet sensed he would be treated fairly. He took his seat at the head of the court. It was a majestic and impressive wooden carved throne that befitted Saint Peter’s standing in these proceedings.  A large wooden gavel and sounding block were placed in front of him, to pound when decisions were made in the case or to call order to the court.

The prosecutor was American, Crispus Attucks, who was widely considered to be the first casualty of the American Revolutionary War. He was of African American heritage and he felt the time of James’s death in this case should stand. He after all had also suffered a premature death in his eyes. He had not been allowed to live and sire more of his own generation. Whatever he had lacked on earth during his life, he had no such restrictions now in the afterlife. He was an impressive figure.

Attucks stood up and importantly explained to the celestial court.
“Fate is fate! No matter how it is wrapped up. Death to the departed always comes too soon. An Angel running into the path of a car is the same as a deer or a rabbit and it is the driver’s decision making, that caused the death. In James’s case, if he had mowed down the Angel, there would not have been a crash. The car would have travelled straight through Clarence and there would have been no early death, no crash and just a strange phenomenon that had occurred in his life that James may ponder on every now and then.”

Rumbles of agreement seemed to echo round the court room.

James stood up and looked around. He was defending himself with Clarence’s help.

“Wait!” he announced and waited for the rumbles to die down so he could be heard.

“It is not the same as a deer or a rabbit running into the road. They are Earth creatures and are of earth and are of the circle of life.  Clarence is an Angel. He is a celestial being. He is not of Earth and should not have crossed the path of my car. It was his error that caused him to be seen by me. He had forgotten to turn on his invisibility cloak. Therefore he flew into my path not fearing my reaction to him.  If he had known he would have taken a different path or switched his cloak on so he could move unseen in my world. I call Angel Clarence to the stand to verify my claim”

Clarence entered the court room and confirmed who he was and agreed with what James had stated to the court.

Saint Peter reviewed the evidence. His voice rung firmly around the court room and he banged his courtly hammer down after each ruling.

“1. James’s life was taken prematurely. The book of deaths does not show the date he was collected by the Angel Clarence. That death date, not publically stated, is a confidential matter but is long into the future.  I find Point 1 of the case proven.”

The large wooden gavel was bought down hard on to the sounding block.

“2. That the accident that took his life was not James fault. The Angel Clarence fully admits he forgot to switch on his invisibility cloak and the earthly eye could therefore see him. Furthermore, if he had have realised he could be seen, Angel Clarence would have flown over the car and not in front of it.” Saint Peter frowned at Clarence. “An error that will NEVER happen again, I’m sure” 
Clarence shuddered and murmured, “No Sir, never again.”
Saint Peter continued, “I find Point 2 of the case proven.”

Again, the large wooden gavel was bought down hard on to the sounding block and it echoed round the room.

Saint Peter looked at the people in the heavenly court and decided to take a break.  “We will take a break and convene in a couple of hours to hear more of this case. Ensure your evidence and next witnesses are primed and ready.”

James and Clarence looked at each other in relief but knew that the court case was only half way over.
James and Clarence returned to their study room.
“I will talk for you in court when we go back,” Clarence told him. “Now I have given my evidence, it is allowed.”

James felt relief. He needed the support of someone, even if it was the Angel who had killed him!

“How on earth can I prove 3 – My life on Earth has been productive?” James asked Clarence.

Clarence thought for a moment, looking back into James life book he had fetched from the library.
“Aaa harrr!” He exclaimed. “You remember Rufus MacManus.”

“Sure, I do.” James said. “He was the snotty nosed kid that got a good hiding at school from the local bullies. I stepped in and took a hiding too.”  James recalled wincing at the punches he had received. “I did get a couple of good shots in myself before they took me down.”

“Well, as a result of that, Rufus realised he wasn’t the only kid who took beatings from them. He took up boxing and weight training, encouraged other misfits to join his gang and became quite the crusader for Nerds”
“I did that?” James asked, feeling his chest swell in pride.

“Well maybe not, but we can say you did and they can’t disprove it.” Clarence told him.
James’s chest deflated again.

“Here’s another,” Clarence was excited. “You saved a blackbird’s nest that had fallen from a tree in high winds.”

“I saw it fall. All I did was pick it up and secure it back in the tree. There were 3 little blue eggs in it. I just hoped the parents wouldn’t abandon the nest.” James remembered. He had been walking his dog, Marlow, at the time and the weather had been blustery.

“Well unknown to you, the parents did return and the eggs flourished and fledged. There’s a whole generation of Blackbirds around because of you …and because of that sunflowers and other seed flowers… and insects who visit those flowers… and of course the enjoyment of their bird song in spring and summer. The list goes on.”

Clarence pieced together the life footage to show the court. It would show on the wall of the celestial court rather like a cinema screen and the attendees could see for themselves the impact James’s life had had so far on Earth.

James was impressed with Clarence’s work with the footage. “Eat your heart out David Attenborough.” He complimented to the Angel.

“I’m sure the images showing the eggs hatching and then the fledglings leaving the nest will bring joy to their hearts. No one will be able to dispute that your time on earth has not been productive.”
Clarence smiled. “I think point 3 is covered.” 

He looked at the last 2 points on his list.
4. James had people who loved him that would be wrongly deprived by his early unexpected death
5. That a future generation will be lost by James’s early demise.

James looked too. “How did my Great Grandfather prove the love part?” he asked.
Clarence was thoughtful. “It was a tear, taken to the court on a rose.”
Clarence smiled wickedly as an idea began to form in his head. “I know just the thing…”

The celestial court was convened once more.

Following the footage of the birds, the bees and flowers shown to the attendees and Saint Peter, Clarence this time, addressed the court, “ So you see my learn-ed friends, the Earth is a better place for James being in it rather than a drain on society and Earth’s resources.”

James looked at Saint Peter but it seemed hard to tell if he was swayed or not by the fledgling chicks.

Clarence then stated the next part of the evidence was about to begin to prove points:

4. James had people who loved him that would be wrongly deprived by his early unexpected death

and

5. That a future generation will be lost by his early demise.

He used the screens once more and James watched open mouthed and wide eyed …

– continued –

[Brandybee]

5. A Matter of Life or Death. Part 2.  By  Brandybee.

It was last Christmas and Matilda, his girlfriend was decorating the tree and waiting for James to return home. She placed the last bauble on the tree and then turned on the Christmas lights that adorned it. They all lit up giving a comforting and Christmassy glow to the room. She clapped her hands in joy at the sight and placed another log on the open fire. The flames caused a flickering light that added to the romantic atmosphere intended.

She looked around their home and was satisfied that everything was set. Then she went to the bedroom and dressed the part.

James arrived home and knocked at the door. He slid his key into the lock, and shouted, “Honey, I’m ho…”

Matilda greeted him at the door. She was dressed in a white fur trimmed, sheer negligee. It was exquisite and see through! He could see her feminine curves and slightly tanned skin through the material. The fur trim was strategically placed so it half covered her breasts and hid her nipples. The cleavage on show teased and provoked his male urges. The short hem, trimmed with the same matching fur, hid her freshly shaved and trimmed quim. It was clear, Matilda had seduction on her mind with a capitol S.

She pulled him in her arms and kissed him in a hot, tempting way. She crushed against him and kicked the door closed while her sexy tongue invaded his mouth.

James kissed her back. His sizzling response made her feel bold and confident. His hands roamed over her back, stroking her, grinding the sheer negligee into her skin. His hands slid up to grip her head, causing the negligee to rise with them. It exposed her bare pussy and ass for a moment against him. That briefest of moments titillated her senses. She moaned and her pussy flushed wet before the material dropped down again to cover her. He held her close to him enjoying her softness against him.

Her hands roamed over his clothed chest, sexily exploring his contours, and then she slid his suit jacket down his arms.

She pressed her hips into his crotch and ground their sexes together. She felt him stiffen against her swollen clitoris and she pressed in, teasing herself as well as him.

Matilda unknotted his tie, arching her back as she leant back and pushed her pussy harder against his cock. At the same time, she ran her tongue suggestively along her lips. She wanted to draw his attention to her sexy succulent mouth and tease his cock at the same time. It worked. He watched her tongue, mesmerised and growled.

James’s hands migrated down her back, again grinding the sheer material into her skin until he finally found the furry hem. He took a moment to enjoy the feel of the fur and tease her bottom with it. Then he hitched up the negligee and placed his hands underneath, gripping and kneading her ripe bare bottom. He moaned softly. She was a naughty little minx not wearing any panties.

She moved him towards the bedroom, while unbuttoning his shirt. He did not object and liked her undressing him. She kissed him again.

Impatiently, James picked her up and carried her to the room. Matilda giggled and wrapped her legs around his waist. Now his shirt was open, her naked wet pussy brushed up and down on his belly button as he walked. The sensation teased her and the smeary trails excited James.

They reached the bedroom. She put her legs on the floor and began undoing his belt. She continued nibbling his ear and neck. James walked her back next to the bed and Matilda threw his belt down on the floor. She moved her hands to his crotch and squeezed his cock lewdly through his pants lightly stroking him.

She bit and licked her way down his chest while she hooked her thumbs into his trousers and shoved downwards. His hands gripped her hair, trying to bring her closer to his excited cock.
She squeezed his hard member through his black boxer shorts and she felt a wet spot form on them where the tip of his cock pressed against the material.

A groan escaped James’s lips as Matilda kissed the spot and sucked on his cock head through the material.

James made murmurings for her hot mouth on his bare skin, “Put those lips on my cock. Taste me baby.”
Her hands roamed over his thighs and up under his boxer shorts to grip his tight buttocks, while she playfully bit, sucked and teased his hard rod through the thin material.

James’s moaned and was on fire. Precum seeped from the tip of his cock.

Matilda stood up and placed light kisses over his eyes. She kissed her way down his face to capture his lips in a hot, searing kiss while sliding a black, satin blindfold in place. She wanted to deny his sight for the moment and enhance his other senses, particularly the one of touch. 

When she pushed him back on the bed, James moved towards the centre, of his own volition. He was excited by this unexpected turn of events. He wanted to see where Matilda was taking this. He knew though, he was going to enjoy every second.

She straddled his hips, sliding her wet thatch on him and danced provocatively on his tummy. He groaned in approval at her seduction, feeling her heat and the wet trails on his skin. She slid her hands up his hard chest, stopping to lightly pinch and tease his nipples.

She slid further up his body and straddled his chest. She took hold of his hand and sucked on every finger, imitating fellatio to perfection making James moan and want more.

When she was done, she pushed his hands over his head and locked one into the furry handcuffs she had attached to the headboard in preparation for this moment. She kissed down his arm and across his chest to do the same with the other arm. First fellating his fingers gently, then snapping his wrist into the cuffs. The loss of control electrified him and he was curious to know what his little Matilda had in mind.

She ran her hands over his chest and slid back down his torso. The feel of him bound and blinded like this made her feel powerful. She slid right off him and hooked her fingers inside the waistband of his boxer shorts and pulled them down.

She trailed light kisses along his skin as she exposed his flesh. His rock hard cock popped free from its confines and she placed a feather light kiss on the head.
James groaned and thrust his hips towards her wanting for more.

She felt feminine pride and elation that she was the object of such arousal. As she finished sliding his boxer shorts off, she kissed and nibbled his strong muscular thighs. He tasted of a slightly salty and powerful male. She purposefully let her hot breath tantalize his throbbing member. His cock ached with need and at each pulse, he secreted more pre-cum from his crown.

James wanted to fuck her into oblivion.

Matilda placed just one finger along his cock’s underside and pushed it up giving her access to his cum- simmering balls.

She slid her tongue around them and James gasped and groaned. She sucked one then the other into her hot, wet mouth. She let her tongue swirl around and explore his gonads.

He moaned loudly, “Slide me into that hot mouth of yours.” He tried to persuade her.

Matilda giggled on his balls, loving the effect she had on him. Sliding her tongue lightly up the underside of his maleness, she teased him more, taking her time, tormenting her man.

She gripped the base firmly, massaging his balls. She flattened her tongue and licked and roamed over the underside, plaguing him. Finally allowing just the underside of the head to lay on her tongue. Her hot breath rippled over his cock and the stillness and anticipation hung heavy in the air.
James broke the silence, “Oh God, Baby. Please!”

Matilda smiled around his cock and put him out of his torment. She sucked his crown slowly into her mouth.

“Oh Baby! Suck it! Suck My Cock!”

James tried to up the tempo and fuck her face. He was frenzied and wanted more of his cock in her mouth.

Matilda took pride in the result of her seduction. She still maintained her pace to tease and please. She sucked him in, inch by inch, further and further, still retaining that control.

James’s language became base in his sex crazed state and Matilda loved that.

“You dirty little Cock Sucker!”
“You are so fucking good at this!”
“You’re driving me wild, you little slut!”
“Matilda, I am going to fuck you till you scream!”

Matilda finally took all of him in her hot, sexy mouth. She felt his rock hard state. She closed her mouth on him, and slowly drew all the air out. He was gripped in the tight vacuum of her mouth.

James moaned loudly. His balls tightened as his semen simmered and boiled for his impending release.
She felt him throb and she drooled in excitement. Matilda relaxed her throat and eased him in, taking him as far as she could. James slipped down her throat and she swallowed on him.

Then she moved back and forth, head fucking and deep throating him. It was all too much for James, he growled and erupted in pleasure. His cock swelled up as the first jet of hot, creamy cum hit the back of her throat.
Matilda move back some so she could suck and taste his seed. She milked, drank and suckled him dry. 

When done, she pulled off and cleaned him up with her tongue. It stimulated him and caused James to harden again almost instantly.

Matilda straddled him again and kissed him. He tasted himself on her mouth. She leaned forward and placed her nipple near his lips. James took his cue and began to suck and lightly bite her. Pleasure shot through Matilda and she moaned. She enjoyed him for a while and then removed that breast from him and replaced it with the other one. Once again James sucked and teased her nipple raising Matilda’s temperature and causing her to moan. 

She eventually pulled her tit away from his mouth and inched up higher, her pussy was wet and left a greasy trail on his skin. She positioned herself over his head.

James smelt her musky desire. It made his cock twitch in answer to her needy scent. She lowered on to his mouth.

“Suck me! Make me cum!” She commanded softly.

James’s tongue obliged and slid over her labia. She reached down, pushed his blindfold up and spread her pussy open for him. He looked at the most intimate view, a woman can ever give a man. Her beautiful, pink, exposed pussy, swollen, wet and in reach of his tongue. He relished being the man she had chosen.

He pulled on the cuffs, binds that stopped him touching her. He wanted to. Instead, he could only use his tongue to pleasure her.

Matilda moaned loudly when she felt James devour her intimate offering, first with his eyes, building the anticipation, and then with his wicked tongue.

She felt the first intimate lick and shuddered. His tongue worked expertly around her pussy, exploring her crevices. He licked around her clitoris and lightly danced over it.

Matilda gasped when at last he sucked her swollen nub into his hot, sexy mouth. He bit and grazed it lightly with his teeth while she mewled and ground her pussy into his face.

Matilda moved her hips and guided his tongue where she wanted it. She enjoyed her man and felt her desire build.
James lapped at her pussy, exploring her furrow and finding every crevice. He licked and sucked and nibbled her sex. He drank her unique juices and flicked, suckled and teased her clitoris, repeating over and over.  He worshipped his woman.

Panting and moaning, Matilda suddenly screamed his name. Her orgasm was upon her! It took control and washed over her like a tidal wave. She ground her pussy on his mouth, allowing her cum to drain between his lips. Her juices flowed into him and she watched him drink her.

Matilda collapsed for a moment to rest, both were breathing hard. Then she moved to kneel lower on the bed to be near his cock. She suckled him and drank the fresh oozing pre-cum and encouraged James’s manhood to harden more.

She then rose up, removed her furry negligee and placed it by his balls so the fur could nestle and tease him. He watched her still cuffed. She sat astride him, planting her knees on the bed, either side his hips and slowly sank on his cock. She gasped loudly as James’s thick girth stretched her tight channel. Matilda relished the feeling of being full of cock and coupled to her man.
James thought she looked like a Goddess in that moment.

James shuddered when he felt the fur tease his undercarriage. He held back his urge to thrust to build the anticipation. Matilda began a slow sensual grind on his cock, increasing gradually to a slow steady fuck. She leaned forward as she did so and kissed and licked his lips. She tasted her pleasure on him and dutifully cleaned her juices off him.

Matilda built up the sexual crescendo, rocking her hips, letting James’s cock slide in and out.  She rose up, magnificent over him in her sexual need.  She started to fuck him with almost bestial plunges, her raw inner slut released.

She pistoned her hips from her waist, impaling herself deeply again and again on his staff. Matilda cried out when James thrust up from his restricted position. It was just what she wanted, for him to be crazed in need, for him to try and fuck her like an animal.

James's hips moved up and down with the shuddering urgency of a savage. It was primeval and obscenely sexual. This wasn’t about love and caring for each other, even though they did. This was the primitive pulsing of lust, sweaty, crude and spasmodic and deliciously violent.

Matilda threw her head and upper body back to rest on her hands behind her. She was in rapture, breaking out in a sweat, her shiny tits jutting out, her wet pussy pushed forwards, her whole body on display, reaching for his masculine admiration and lusty need for her.

His rock hard cock rubbed against her G spot in this new position and she cried out with renewed pleasure.
James’s pelvis matched her movements. They both fucked faster, shallow strokes, deep strokes and their bestial plunges.

Matilda cried out from the immense pleasure of riding him. He growled in lusty fuck mode. Matilda felt her pussy start to contract as another orgasm approached. She moved faster, thrusting on him in harder, faster strokes.

She screamed aloud as her climax overwhelmed her and her pussy contracted on him. He thrust more, each one, fast and hard. Matilda felt his cock expand as he jettisoned hot cum into her.

The feel of his spurting cock pushed Matilda into yet another orgasm. Her whole body shook as she cried out her joy.

She fell forward completely sated on him. She looked up into his loving eyes and saw the lustful beast slowly retreating. She gave him a tender kiss.
As she did so, she reached up and unlocked his wrists. James immediately tossed her under him, cradled her against him and plunged into her pussy again. He wanted her under him and to be inside her until he softened and uncoupled naturally. She lay under him joined. Both were breathing hard from their exertions.

Cuddling together in their sated afterglow, Matilda looked up at him. “Welcome home, Baby. I missed you.”

****

The screen slowly faded on Matilda’s loving face and then blacked out in the heavenly court. There was silence as every attendee was lost in their own thoughts of wishes and memories of their own sexual encounters.

Clarence suddenly held up the white furry negligee, “This,” His voice rang out around the room, “contains the evidence of Matilda’s climaxes shown in the film. Would anyone like to closely examine the exhibit?”

A hand slowly rose up at the back belonging to an unseen face, and then quickly lowered when Saint Peter cleared his throat in reproach.

Clarence laid the negligee out for all to see.

“I believe that footage from last Christmas proves the last two points without a doubt that:

4. James has people who love him that would be wrongly deprived by his early unexpected death.

Matilda clearly loves him to have gone to such trouble to seduce him, even planning the scene and clothes to wear. She clearly is sexually excited by him and has chosen him as her life-long mate. His early and unexpected death would wrongly deprive her of such high quality orgasms and I would even say perhaps sexual encounters. Would you want to take the chance of her becoming an old maid before her time?”

Clarence allowed the words to sink in to his enthralled audience. Then he continued…

“Point 5. That a future generation will be lost by James’s early demise. James is a virile young man and the clip shows he is sexually active. Do you doubt his ability to sire his future generation?”

Clarence again paused and then faced Saint Peter, “And there Sir, the Defence rests and whole heartedly asks the powers that be to allow this young man to return to earth, to live his life as was destined prior to this unfortunate incident and more importantly, to go home to the woman he loves.”

****

The icy rain battered down on the windscreen and the wipers clicked rhythmically as they arced back and forth.  It was Christmas Eve and awful weather for driving on the motorway.  It was the same on the opposite carriageway.  Traffic was heavy. Everyone just wanted to get home in time for the Christmas celebrations.

James was driving his car, listening to the Christmas songs on the radio that were determined to spread Christmas cheer in this awful storm.

“And so this is Christmas, I hope you have fun…”   John Lennon’s voice sang out and James found himself singing along with him, “The near and the dear ones, the old and the young,”

He continued to sing to others that he knew throughout his journey and was relieved when he finally turned into the drive of his home. Matilda would be waiting inside for him.

He felt for the engagement ring in his suit pocket. This Christmas Eve was going to be special for he was going to ask Matilda to be his wife.  He got out the car, locked it with the remote and ran to the porch.  The icy rain was cold as it pounded him.

He hunted for the door key in his pocket and noticed a package on the step. It was wrapped in silver and gold Christmas paper. He picked it up and opened it. It was an Angel for the top of a Christmas tree. He frowned as though he should know something, as though he should remember something but whatever it was, it was just out of reach.

He found the key at last! He knocked and opened the door. He shouted, “Honey, I’m ho…”
Matilda greeted him at the door. She was dressed in his favourite white fur trimmed, sheer negligee. It was exquisite and see through!
James shut the door behind him.

Matilda saw the Angel in his hand. “How did you know?”  She exclaimed. “We need one for our tree, I couldn’t find our other one. This one is perfect. He is so cute. We should name him.”

They both looked at it and said simultaneously, “Clarence.”

Matilda laughed. “We must both have thought of that film – It's a Wonderful Life. Clarence it is.”

She placed it on the top of the tree using a nearby stool.
Christmas songs played softly in the background and the open fire was warm and welcoming.

James could see her feminine curves and slightly tanned skin through the material of that sexy negligee.  He loved how the fur trim was strategically placed so it half covered her breasts and hid her nipples. The cleavage on show teased and provoked his male urges. The short hem with the same matching white fur hid her freshly shaved and trimmed quim. She was beautiful.

She got down off the stool and turned as though sensing his admiration. She stepped towards him and pulled him in her arms. She kissed him seductively and he responded in kind.

On top of the Christmas tree, unseen, the smile on the Angel’s face widened just that little bit more.

The End.

[Brandybee]

6. BONE for the Holidays.  By  Momma_Andrea.

Redheaded Cari drove the sturdy little Honda up New York’s Highway 90 as her swarthy college friend changed the CD to some latin rhythms from Romeo Santos. Cari complained as Alex started moving her shoulders and rocking to the music.
“Oh, don’t play that. I have no idea what he’s saying!”

Alex pouted teasingly in mock seduction as Cari tried to drive. “You don’t get latin music with your ears, you hear it with your soul.” Then she swivelled in the seat and put her heels to the ceiling and her head in Cari’s lap and looked up with those dark sexy eyes, “and then your heart understands.” She said with a mock passion before busting out laughing.

“You’re gonna make me wreck, Alex.” but Cari giggled back.

Alex sat up and turned her back to the passenger door. “So your parents are cool with me spending Christmas break?”

The pale skinned girl smiled, “They’re looking forward to meeting you,” she assured. “I never bring home friends.”

“Just a friend, huh?” The latina kicked at Cari’s thigh. “You haven’t told them.” She accused.

Cari shot a glance at her, taking her emerald green eyes off the road for a second. “Have you told your mom?” she countered.

The tension eased from the brunettes face as she conceded the point. “No, but if that woman hasn’t figured it out she must be blind.” She paused in thought for a moment and then a devious grin came across her face. “I could just smack a big one on you in front of them under the mistletoe… or on your camel toe.” She laughed loudly at the scandalous thought.

Cari slapped at her lover’s thigh. “Behave. Let’s get through Christmas day at least without drama.”

“I don’t know,” Alex teased. “Days without groping and kissing my pequeña rojita; I’m not sure how long I can last.”

Cari smiled at the pet name. She loved being Alex’s “little red one”. “You are such a sex fiend.” She shook her head slowly.

It took another hour of driving but they pulled into Lake George safely. Alex whistled as they pulled down into the tree lined drive heading up to the two story brick colonial. “How much money does your family got, anyway?” It was a modest home by Lake George standards but Alex was impressed.

“My dad’s just a plant manager down in Schenectady.” Cari informed her. “And mom teaches cello. We’re not rich.”

“Richer than me.” Alex still looked around and up and down as they got out of the car and she tossed her small bag over her shoulder. “I’m just a poor scholarship kid. What are they going to think of me?”

Cari came round and grabbed Alex’s butterscotch colored free hand in her pale Ivory one. “I told you, they’re gonna love you. You got into Princeton on hard work and wits, that will impress my dad.”

The house was warm and smelled of gingerbread and Febreze.  The furnishings were classic Americana, wood and light colored cloths with beige walls. “Very white bread” Alex thought to herself, but really, exactly how she imagined Cari’s home.

“Mom, I’m home.” the petite redhead called out, and around the corner came an older, heavier version, shoulder length red hair, that ivory complexion with rose colored cheeks. Alex was struck by the similarities, but knew Cari got her looks from somewhere.

“Oh Cari, thank goodness. “ Mother and daughter embraced. “Were the roads bad?”

“They were fine, Mom,” Cari assured, “Is Dad home?”

“Not yet.”

“Well introductions can’t wait. This is my friend,” She began almost grandly, “Alejandra Maria Sandoval Torres.” Cari sang off the name rolling the “R's just as she should.

Alex extended her hand, “Or just Alex if you don’t have all day.”

“Oh, but I love your name.” Cari said.

“It’s beautiful.” her mom interjected. “I got bad news you two. Your brother brought home a girl that I knew nothing about, so she is in the guest room. You won’t mind doubling up with Cari would you, Alex?”

The spiked haired latina had to hide her glee but still gave a polite smile, “OK, but little red here snores.”

“I do not snore!” Cari was offended by the joke but her mother laughed.

That night as they got ready for bed, Alex lounged on the double bed with a pink coverlet dressed only in men’s white boxers and a grey Superman t-shirt, while Cari pranced around in pink panties and a heart covered tank top, straightening all her things she had left behind for school. Alex watched her with interest and a tinge of lust as she finally had her “little red one” all to herself.
“So are you going to play with your stuff all night or are you coming to bed?”

“I want to make sure it’s just right.” Cari’s pert butt bent over as she straightened a porcelain turtle on her window sill. “I think my brother’s been in here.” she breathed to herself before moving to the next piece of her little knick knack collection. “Besides, I missed my stuff.”

With a sigh Alex got off the bed and came up behind her girlfriend, wrapping her arms around her waist and putting her chin over her shoulder. “Well I’ve missed you.”

“You’ve been with me all day.” Cari said in disbelief.

Alex pursed her lips and gave a press to Cari’s belly and rubbed herself into her sweet little bottom. “Yes, but I haven’t BEEN with you.” she finished by nuzzling her neck.

The redhead turned in her embrace, putting her own hands along Alex’s toned midriff. “But what if my parents hear?” She asked nervously.

“Don’t be so loud.” Alex smiled.

“Me?” Cari gave a little giggle. “You’re the little screamer, always telling the world that you’re coming.”

Alex looked at her seductively with pouting lips, “My pequeña rojita always takes me to the edge and then she is my world.” Alex leaned in that last little bit and stole a kiss, letting it linger before pulling away slowly, taking one of Cari’s hands. “Come be my lover,” she put on a husky thick puerto rican accent.

When Alex spoke like that it just made Cari melt. “I’m always your lover.” She responded softly but with passion, letting herself be lead to the bed.

“Show me, Babee.” Alex intoned with her sultry accent before laying back on the bed and pulling the sexy little redhead with her.

Cari got on top with a knee between those carmel thighs, then layed fully across her latin lover. Their lips met and slowly she moved along that tight toned body. In little circles her hips gyrated slowly and Alex wrapped her hands on that sweet little ass. Their mouths open and lips pressed tight, their tongues danced with each other. The hard pelvic bone ground into each others mound. Alex drew one hand up Cari’s shirt and along her spine. The pale skinned minx only broke the kiss to dive into Alex’s neck. She kissed and licked the pulsing jugular before giving a playful bite.

“Ai rojita!”

Alex arched as a jolt went through her and Cari gave a little giggle, knowing that was all her. She felt a slap on her still panty covered ass and the latina beneath her ground up hard. They looked at each other with lust and desire before Alex grabbed the bottom of Cari’s tank top and pushed it up over her sensitive little pink nipples. Her thumbs pressed across them gently and she smiled up at her lover. Alex had to reach up to her girl’s very modest breast but she suckled that hardening conicale nub, making Cari moan softly in response. Cari reached down to that hot moist crevice and getting her hand under the boxers, laid her fingers at the gates of heaven.

“I want you.” she barely breathed out.

“Go lick it out” Alex suggested, lifting her ass and slipping down the boxers.

The petite redhead slid down slowly, never breaking eye contact with her lover and kissed and licked her way. Alex finally felt her hot breath on her thighs and reached down to grip that redhair.

“Lick my pussy, baby.” she coaxed. “Oh, get that tongue in there.” She guided her lover. Cari put her hands under that firm ass and drew that pussy closer. She teased at first, licking up and down that little crevice of the thigh and just kissing Alex’s mound. She licked all around her sweet smelling pussy while Alex looked on with increasing anticipation. “Oh God, just suck it already!”

Cari smiled wickedly. “Shh.” putting a finger to her lips. “My mom will hear.”

“If you don’t suck it I’ll scream the house down.” Alex threatened.

Cari laughed lightly and pushed those dark honey legs back, tilting that lightly furred pussy up, and opening those thighs before dropping down on it like a hungry cat. Alex bit her lip to stifle her cry and her fingers gripped in the soft red hair of her tormentor. Petite Cari had control of this and licked in long strokes up that wet slit. She chuckled to herself at the antics of her latin lover. Cari only discovered her sexuality since coming to college but seemed to master the skills of girl lovemaking. Now she spread the lips apart and lapped at the inner folds of Alex’s juicy gateway.

“Suck IT, suck it please, baby.” the golden skinned young woman begged.

Cari obliged and put her mouth over that little hole and sucked its nectar. Her tongue wiggled inside just as she wanted and Alex actually seemed to relax more. Her legs opened wide and her bottom eased into the bed. Cari knew her opportunity and swung her body over her girl, planting her knees deftly on either side of Alex’s head.

Alex felt the weight and looked up into a pink slit and that tiny tuft of red. She smiled with hunger as her plate was put before her. Her hands went up and grabbed those tight little white butt cheeks and pushed her face to her baby’s honey pot. Her stiff tongue ran into the furrow and all along its length. She felt the gasp of air on her own pussy as Cari sighed her joy. Now the two young women feasted on each other in abandon, their tongues lapping and tasting and fingers prying open luscious folds. Their juices flowing freely  and making their faces wet. Alex Swatted playfully at those pale ass cheeks, making the little redhead jerk at times but that didn’t stop her gorging on the her latina’s pussy.

Finally Alex pushed the lighter girl over, rolling on top of her. Sitting up, she held Cari pinned beneath her, grinding her pussy in the redhead’s face. “Mmm, I got something for you, baby, a little present for my rojita.”

A muffled and breathless “What is it?” came from underneath.

With a happy grin Alex sprang off the bed and bounded to her travel bag. Cari got up on her elbows to see, her cone shaped nipples pointing straight out and a fiery, flushed red contrasted to her ivory skin. Alex finally turned around with her surprize. “Tada,” she held a deep magenta harness to her groin with a black realistic dong attached and poking straight out.

“What are you going to do with that?” Cari said in disbelief.

“I’m gonna fuck my baby with it.” She said matter of factly.

“It’s huge.” The redhead protested.

Alex put her free hand on her hip and looked askance at her. “Girl, it’s barely wider than my two fingers.” She started walking towards the bed. “We’ve used toys before.” She said coaxingly before reaching her hand out and caressing that rosey cheek. “Baby, I won’t hurt you.”

“Do you really want to?” Cari started to give in.

“Rojita, I want you every way I can have you. I want to experience everything with you. And always with you.” She added for emphasis.

“Where did you even get it?”

“That online store, Achat. It was only 29 dollars.” Alex started to step into the magenta colored pleather harness. “They had a smooth slim purple dong; should I have gotten that?”

“I don’t know” Cari still looked nervous, but lay docile on the bed.

Alex got up on the bed and kneeled between her lover’s legs. She licked two fingers and smoothed her spit across the black latex dong. Slowly lowering herself, she was unsure too, she had never fucked anyone, but she wanted to do this with Cari. She wanted to connect with her anyway possible. She held herself up on one arm and finally was able to run the head up and down that wet pink slit. Little Cari looked nervous and she tried to calm her. “I love you, baby. I won’t hurt you.”

“I know.” she responded nervously, but she opened her legs wider with her knees splayed and put her hands on Alex’s torso. “Go slow.”

Alex nodded at the approval and gently let the dildo sink in. Holding herself up, she slowly eased in little inch by little inch. Cari’s eyes went wide at the intrusion, but she was OK. The dusky latina finally sunk it in until their mounds mashed together. “I can get deeper if you lift your legs.” she suggested.

“No. Right there.” Cari said shaking her head.

They lay there forehead to forehead and Alex kissed her nose and then her cheek and then her lips so tenderly. Slowly she ground their mounds like they usually do, but she could feel that something extra. She could see Cari relax as things resembled their normal lovemaking, but knew the girl’s pussy was being probed by the black dong.

“Pull my shirt up.” Alex breathed

Cari ran her fingers along both sides of her lover’s torso, pushing up the superman shirt until it popped over her deep brown half dollar nipples. Alex dropped her body down and pressed her flesh to Cari’s, kissing her deeply. Cari wrapped her arms around her and held on tight. Her own hips were moving, grinding with Alex’s rhythm, and then she gave the gentlest of purrs.

“mmmm”

Alex smiled a little. “Oh, baby likes that?” she teased softly.

She lifted her knees a little in response and gave a dreamy look with a crooked smile. Alex began thrusting her hips deeper on the upswing of her circles, just a bit to tease that little honey pot. Cari just held on and gave quiet contented moans. Alex waited, she stroked the tender nipples and licked them one by one while her thrust quickened but remained shallow. And finally it happened. The redhead lifted her knees up higher and tilted her pelvis for the thrusts. Alex eagerly obliged and began to fuck in earnest. Her hips pumped deeper and harder and she smacked into that little pussy. Cari didn’t protest, but rather lifted her legs higher and locked them around the back of Alex’s knees. They were moving with purpose and although the latina was beginning to sweat she wasn’t stopping this for the world. The base of the dong smacked into her pelvic bone on every thrust. The jolts were like a line from rojita’s core to her own.

“Harder?” She asked of her little redhead.

Who nodded so sweetly. “Fuck me.” And her legs clamped down and her hands gripped Alex’s ass.

On her elbows she panted into Cari’s ear on each thrust. The bed rocked and they both moaned.

“I’m fucking you, baby. Give me that pussy.” She encouraged. She so wanted Cari to cum, to feel her quiver beneath her. to hold her as she shook from orgasm and kiss her in its afterglow.

Cari clenched her teeth and her own hips started to buck. “Fuck me, Alex. Fuck your rojita!” She grabbed the back of Alex’s head and pulled her so close.

Alex’s hips were on fire, her lower back was groaning. Sweat beaded and dripped. Their bodies were slippery as they slid together. “I need you to cum, baby!” Her plea was urgent. “Cum for me.” The latina griped the sheets and dropped her knees and changed the bucking to a forward slam. The head board swayed and bodies slammed together as she grunted her lust on every shove. Cari’s legs went higher and wrapped on that carmel ass. her panting came quicker and quicker. With teeth clenched she tried to be quiet, she tried to be still

“EEEEHHHHHHHHHH” it still came out as a piercing cry.

Music to Alex’s ears she slammed harder for a few more strokes, smashing the petite redhead into the mattress until she could go no more and collapsed on top of her.

Her mound was soaked under the fake leather harness, from sweat or pussy juice or both, but she finally rolled off her lover and lay panting still next to her. Cari smiled at her and snuggled up along side her hot body, resting in the warmth of their lovemaking. She kissed the side of her breast and put her head in her armpit.

With the lights still on they just lay there until Cari grabbed the coverlet and rolled over, jutting her bottom into Alex, who finally moved to spoon her lover until they fell asleep.

Cari got up at 8, sticky and a mess but oh so satisfied. She tossed on a robe to go to the bathroom down the hall where she met her mom just coming up the steps.

“Sweety, what was all that noise coming from your room last night?” Her mom looked serious.

Cari looked at her mom’s face and heard the stern voice. She didn’t want it like this, “Umm…”

The End.

[Brandybee]

7. A Christmas Holiday.   Part 1.  By  Martinus.

Wendy and Mike were spending their Christmas days at a wood cabin in a resort in the south of the country. They arrived on Friday at around seven o'clock and, after checking in at the administration building, drove to the cabin in the woods. It was a good thing Mike had fitted the snow chains to the wheels, as the last part of the journey was up a steep hill and in this deep snow, it would not have been possible.

Together they explored their accommodation and surrounding area and come to the conclusion that, the website they booked their break on, had given an accurate picture of the cabin.  It was pure luxury, nicely furnished, stylish and equipped with a log burning fireplace.

It wasn’t overly big and the bed doubled as a sofa when it was folded up but it had everything they needed for their short break. The resort had even been decorated for the festive season. A beautiful Christmas tree stood in the corner with baubles and beads on.

Mike looked at the two rifles that hung on the wall and thought, “Nice décor. Let’s hope we won’t need them.”

Wendy hung the clothes in the big wooden cabinet in the corner, while Mike fetched the last suitcase out of the car. He had parked directly behind the property. Once back inside, he took Wendy in his arms and kissed her on her mouth.

She enjoyed his sudden show of affection and whispered, “Mmmmm delicious. Are we going out for dinner?”

Mike nodded.
Half an hour later they walked, holding hands, through the streets of the resort, looking for a suitable restaurant. They soon found somewhere nice and not too far away. Drinks and food were ordered quickly. They were very hungry and also quite tired. They had after all, worked all day and then drove all the way to the resort. Now they could relax and enjoy some quality time together.

At the next table, an older couple were taking their seats.
The lady nodded in a friendly way and said, “I just saw you at the cabins, I think we're neighbours.”

Wendy smiled back and introduced themselves to the couple, “Hi, nice to meet you. This is Mike and I'm Wendy.”

The man stood up and shook their hands as he said, “I am Bart and this is Kate.”

They exchanged some kind words and toasted to a wonderful Christmas here at the resort. Both couples were soon tucking in to their food and enjoying the wine. The food was quite delicious. Occasionally, they exchanged glances with their new friends and neighbours and as the coffee was served, they all moved and sat together at the restaurants fireplace for a little chat.

It was getting late when they decided to call it a night. While all chatting, they walked back to the cabins. During the short walk up the hill, Bart told Mike that they are from a city in the West, and ran a shop. Now for the first time in years, they had taken Christmas off so they could fully enjoy a few days of vacation and quality time together.

Wendy walked beside Kate and she tells Kate, with a bit of a double tongue that Mike and she are living in the North and together run an Internet business.

Fifteen minutes later they reached their cabins. They said goodbye and wished each other a good night.

Once Wendy has closed the door behind her, she felt Mike’s arms around her waist. He pulled her close and kissed her neck. She caressed his arms and let him continue with his slow seduction.

Slowly he undressed her, then lifted her up and he carried her naked, to their bed. They kissed. Wendy fondled him and opened his trousers and shirt. She watched, licked her lips provocatively and slowly helped him remove his clothes.

She lay down on her stomach as Mike grabbed her wrists and pulled them above her head. Her legs were closed and were clamped between his knees. Her tummy flips in excitement as she felt his hard penis through her clenched ass crack.  Mike prodded with his cock, slowly looking for a way to slip between her swollen labia. It was their favourite pose and Mike’s long thin cock slid smoothly inside her.

She moaned and whispered, “Come, honey, fill me with cum.”

Mike moved in and out, pleasuring them both. Minutes later Mike obliged her request. He moaned loudly, as his seed flowed deep into her. Wendy pushed her tight ass up a little so she could feel him penetrate deeper.

She began to shake and gasped, “Oooww, yes, yes, owww … YYEEEEESSSSSssssss …”

It was just a little later and she lay in his arms thinking. Mike had fallen asleep sated.
Wendy lay awake, worrying, not for the time that she had faked her orgasm again. A tear rolled down her cheek as she realized that she wasn’t able get satisfied by him anymore. Still, she dared not tell him. The last thing she wanted to do was upset him and dent his male pride.

The next morning they sat on the couch to have breakfast. They were not yet showered and just in a T-shirt. They were deliciously unkempt enjoying all the delights that the resort had provided for their first morning of their holiday.

As they watched the fireplace, they cuddled and fed each other toast. Mike caressed her breasts while she slumped watching the fire. Her nipples were getting harder and harder. She ran her fingers through his dark hair.

Then she whispered, “Do you want to lick me?”
His tongue began at her navel and then found its way into her hairy twat. She lay down on her back with her legs wide so he was able to push his mouth fully over her soft intimate lips. At his request, she never shaved there ever, except perhaps in the summer when she wore a swimsuit or bikini.

He licked her deeply and she became more and more excited. His unshaven chin rubbed against her legs while his tongue worked on her clit. Without warning, she suddenly moaned shrilly and convulsed in a delicious orgasm. A warm glow slowly crept through her body and satisfied she pulled him close. She looked at the ceiling, a tear ran down her cheek. She felt ashamed because she had no idea what her mind was on when she came, but she knew it wasn’t Mike.

Half an hour later, she was in the shower. The hot water fell on her head and shoulders. She enjoyed the warmth and the scent of the soap. Mike was already dressed and waiting for her in the living room. This afternoon they were go to the Christmas market in the town and afterwards a little drink, somewhere in a nice pub.

The afternoon flew by. They had a great time and enjoyed the festive atmosphere at the market and in the pub. En route to their cabin, they quickly grabbed a bite to eat, some fish and chips. Today was not a luxury, but just a greasy bite…

It was nine o'clock in the evening when they arrived back, and just when they were about to step inside their cabin, the next doors cabin door swung open and their neighbour Kate called out,

“Hi, Wendy, do you want to join us for a drink?”

Wendy looked at Mike. He nodded approvingly, and before Wendy could answer “OK,” Kate was already saying,

“Marvellous, come on in.”

An hour later they were talking amused and laughing with each other. Bart and Kate had picked a delicious wine and made sure the glasses kept well-filled. Bart served delicious snacks while Kate, who was next to Mike on the couch, showed him some holiday photos on her iPad. Wendy sipped her glass once more and watched from her chair how Kate settled against Mike to watch the pictures together on the iPad.

Mike enjoyed her attention and, thanks to the wine he was opening up more than usual. Kate talked and talked only about their holiday in Spain and later Mike browsed the pics on his own.

All of a sudden she laughed and said, “Oops… I didn’t know those pictures were also on there.”

Bart laughed and said, “Oh dear, they have reached the topless section”.

Mike smiled, amused and looked at the pictures as Kate said, “Flip through, next are going to be the really good ones”.

Wendy saw Kate’s hand appear suddenly on Mike’s thigh and that her red painted nails were idly scratching into the fabric of his jeans. A warm wave of excitement ran through her body. Was she really seeing this older woman trying to get closer to her man? Would Mike at thirty years old, appreciate this forty-nine year old woman touching him like this?

Just before her mind ran wild with their erotic images, she heard Kate ask, “Wendy, I'm going to smoke a cigarette outside, you coming?”

They stood outside, next to their Cabin. Kate lit up a cigarette and inhaled deeply. The smoke tickled Wendy's senses. She had given up a year ago now. She looked at the perfectly manicured older woman, her breasts, her confident look and her precious jewellery. Wendy realized that Bart and his wife were wealthy people. Kate smiled as she smoked her cigarette, then headed back inside. Wendy followed her back.

When she entered Kate was already back next to Mike. Wendy stood behind them so she could also look at the IPad and was surprised when she saw an image of a sun-kissed Kate, shining with oil, topless in the sun. Mike scrolled further and a photo appeared of a young man massaging Kate’s buttocks. Bart explained that they were at a vacation paradise where things like that were possible and also allowed.
He winked at Wendy and Kate laughed, “Yes, indeed, we enjoyed our stay a lot.”

The next picture was more shocking! Kate was kissing a girl while the young man, (who was on the other picture), had grabbed Kate's breasts from behind. Kate seemed to be enjoying herself with this young couple.

Mike moved awkwardly aside, to sit even closer to Kate. Kate’s hand moved underneath the iPad, and Wendy noticed that she was no longer holding the iPad. She was covertly doing something completely different. The heavy breathing from Mike she recognized immediately. He was sexually excited by this woman and allowing her grope him in her very presence.

Wendy’s head was getting blurry, she had had too much wine and she was getting confused. Carefully she walked to a chair, and when she sat down, she looked straight into the questioning eyes of Kate. Kate was checking it was ok with her. Wendy slowly nodded. She was intrigued how this would play out.

She watched Kate open the stud buttons of her boyfriend's jeans. The blue fabric of his boxer was partially revealed and she saw the red painted nails burrow their way into his crotch area.

He moaned and closed his eyes. He stretched his arm to put the iPad on the table beside the couch. Wendy saw the picture and thought for a moment. Her thoughts went to the oral sex and when he licked her that morning. In the picture, she saw it showed Kate passionately kissing the girl while the man fucked her from behind.

Suddenly she heard Bart whispering, “I took those pictures, Jeez, what horny sight it was”.

Wendy looked over to the sofa silently. She felt a warmth taking over her as her heart banged in her chest. She began to feel aroused and excited as she looked at Kate and her boyfriend making out.
Kate had her blouse and bra off.  Mike kneaded her big breasts and sucked her huge nipples.

Her left hand clasped his scrotum while the other hand was jerking him off. Her pace was a very slow but steady rhythm. She was making him incredibly excited. His long, thin penis was erect and the tip shimmered wet in the dim lamplight. Kate bent over and took his member in her mouth. She sucked him slowly and kept eye contact with Wendy.

Her smile was sexy and ever so horny.
Wendy moved a little aside to see things better.
Mike grabbed the woman by the hair and pushed her down over his swollen cock. He head fucked her awhile. Suddenly Kate rose up and let her skirt slip down from her hips.

Her high leather boots looked suddenly different now. The beautiful fishnet stockings she wore were open at the top.

She was not wearing panties and Wendy looked straight at her shaved and wet pubic area!

Then she turned around and sat down on her knees above Mike, with one hand she led his cock between her damp pussy lips. She sank slowly down and started to ride him carefully.

First slowly, then faster and faster. He grabbed her breasts and kneaded them hard. Kate’s big ass bounced hard on his lap while she fucked him with his girlfriend watching. Mike found the whole situation naughty but very erotic. He was so turned on.

Bart was sitting next to Wendy and had put an arm around her waist. She hadn’t even noticed until he pulled her closer and kissed her cheek. Wendy looked impassively but still intrigued at the two on the sofa across the room.

She did not notice Bart touch her again, slowly undoing the buttons on her blouse. He massaged her small tits gently and kissed them through her open blouse but on top of the fabric of her brazier.

Suddenly Wendy looked at Bart fondling her, cupped his face and then nodded towards the other couple.
Out of nowhere Wendy told him, “Go, Bart, sandwich Kate with Mike, that’s what she wants. I can tell.”

Wendy sipped her wine and looked across the room. She saw how Bart stood behind Kate and pulled out his huge swollen dick. Mike pulled Kate further forward as he knew what was about to happen. Her ass and pussy was exposed to Bart.

Slowly Bart slid his member into Kate’s wet cunt and Mike felt the second cock pushing along his.

Kate kissed Mike on his mouth and said, “Now boys, fuck me both.”

It took a little practice for both men to get the rhythm right but when they did, it looked and felt incredible. Wendy had risen from her chair and stood alongside them. From the side line, she saw how this mature woman was enjoying both men. Carefully, she stretched her hand out to Kate’s breasts. They felt warm and soft as she gripped them firmer. Slowly she bent forward and she started to lick and suck Kate’s tits. The men upped the pace more and more.

Both men were vigorously fucking her pussy, whilst Wendy pawed and sucked her tits.  Kate was being used like a fuck toy.

Mike was the first to shoot his seed inside Kate’s pussy. He roared his sexual release.
This triggered Kate who followed in a screaming climax.

Bart showed no such signs of orgasm and pulled his huge hard cock slowly out Kate’s wet slit.
Wendy took hold of her boyfriend’s limp dick to lick it clean. Someone caressed her cheek and hair while the red painted nails began groping the wet triangle in her crotch. She shivered with excitement and looked wantonly at Kate.

Fifteen minutes later, as the sofa was turned into a big bed, she lay with Kate while the men watched. The girls were drinking wine and kissing each other. Wendy didn’t think about Mike, her mind was full of sex and more sex.

– Continued –

[Brandybee]

7. A Christmas Holiday.  Part 2.  By  Martinus.

Finally, Wendy dared to give in to her sexy desires. She wanted uninhibited sex with a man, a woman or a couple. She wanted to experience what she had been dreaming of so often. She turned to Kate whispering,

“Teach me everything.”

Kate smiled and answered her, “Sure girl, sure … I’ll teach you everything.”

Kate’s soft hands massaged Wendy’s back and descended slowly to her buttocks. The massage made her young, well-trained body, supple and smooth. Her tight buttocks were gently pulled apart and she felt Kate massaging her tiny anal star.

She moaned as her body responded her delight. Kate sat on top of her legs as she lowered her boobs onto Wendy’s back. She glided slowly upwards, pushing harder and harder. Kate’s hands held Wendy’s wrists as she slowly lay down completely on top of Wendy. Their warm bodies forming one unity.

Wendy began to doze off. The alcohol, stress and her excitement were slowly taking their toll and getting to her. Moments later and totally relaxed, she fell asleep deeply. Kate caressed her and kissed her every now and then.

Bart crawled up beside the women.
He smiled at his wife and whispered, “What a lovely horny couple.”

She nodded and whispered back, “Tomorrow morning she will be ready.”

It was barely seven o'clock when Wendy woke up. She looked around a little dazed but suddenly remembering where she was.

The twinkling eyes of Kate shone before her.
Behind her she felt a hairy chest that she had never felt before. Hands were on her hips pulling her backwards. She looked behind and saw Bart smiling at her.
In unison the couple whispered, “Good morning sweetheart.”

Wendy smiled but said nothing. She put her hands on top of Bart’s hands while she bent to kiss Kate on her mouth. The hands on her hips slid to her boobs and he started to knead her small tits. The nobs on her nipples hardened and he turned so he could kiss her neck. Wendy felt shivers and noticed Bart’s cock was getting hard and it slowly began to prod against her buttocks.

Two hands took hold of her head. It was Kate, kissing her passionately on her mouth.
Then Kate stopped and asked her, “What do you want”?

Wendy answered with one word, “Everything.”

Bart's hands slid down her hips.
He turned her on her back, looked, pointed and said, “She needs a good shaving here.”

Moments later, Wendy was allowing them to prepare her body the way they wanted. The lady shaver glided over her skin, and soon she had a virgin smooth pussy. It was the most erotic feeling Wendy had ever experienced. She was so wet and horny.

Bart caressed her lower lips and licked her clitoris from time to time.
She saw his cock increasing its swell and become hard. She had never had such a huge cock before and wondered what it would feel like.

Bart saw her watching and smiled. He slowly led her hand to his swollen member. She held him and began kneading and massaging him with long strokes.

Kate sat on her knees beside her on the bed. She smoked a cigarette and caressed her own clitoris with her free hand. Wendy heard her mewling and some squelching sounds coming from her.

Bart moved so he could sit between her legs and before she knew it, he pulled each leg, one by one onto his shoulders. With her legs up in the air, she lay in full view for to him see. The shiny tip of his dick pointed to her pussy.

Wendy smiled and nodded at Bart, communicating she was ready to receive him.
A warm feeling seized her lower body. The huge fuck stick glided smoothly inside. She felt the stretch and a little pain which quickly subsided. Bart was being very careful with her. Gently and slowly, he began to fuck her, increasing the pace a little after each thrust.

She heard Kate voice her approval, “Oooohhhh baby, she can handle all of you!”

The feeling in her belly was delicious, the thick cock in her made her very horny. Sweat flowed as she counter moved her hips with excitement. She moaned her need and encouraged him to keep going.
Then he asked her, “You getting close sweetie?”

Wendy was unable to answer, she just nodded.
She clutched her pussy on his deliciously thick pole as hard as possible.
He smiled and thrust hard and deep inside of her.  Every time he seemed to have an even harder and deeper impact.

Then suddenly she was overwhelmed with sensations and reached her climax. She screamed, “Aaaaaaahhhhh Yes yes yes … I … I am … cummmmiiinnnnnggg…”

Her body started to shake. Her orgasm was huge, like she has never felt before.

Wendy’s legs were still resting on Bart’s neck and shoulders when she felt a finger against her asshole. Kate was smearing some lubricant on her tiny star and nodded to Bart. Wendy felt Kate’s finger penetrate. She moaned and she breathed deeply in and out. The finger began stretching her virgin ass.
“Is he going to stick that huge cock up my ass?” she mulled silently.

The answer soon became known to her as the fingers stretching her, were replaced by Bart’s cock pushing and putting enormous pressure at the entrance of her back passage.

Kate suddenly pulled Wendy’s nipple. A pleasure – pain twinge went through her body. She cramped and then relaxed immediately afterwards in nervous apprehension. At that same moment, Bart drilled deep into her behind.

A little scream of pain escaped as she felt her virgin ass stretched like never before. It burnt and gave her a false feeling of wanting to evacuate her bowls. Kate shut her mouth by placing a hand on it and whispering soothing words to her. Bart let his huge pole slowly slide in and out her butt. She eventually relaxed and the uncomfortable feeling she initially felt, turned to intense pleasure. Bart sensed she was now loving it. He smiled from ear to ear and saying sweet nothings to her. He slowly drove and claimed her ass.

Slowly his speed increased, getting deeper and deeper as he fucked her ass. She enjoyed what Bart was doing to her. Unlike back home, when she had tried secretly to push her dildo up her ass, it felt so good and wonderful with the real thing back there. Her inner slut was released!

She started talking to him dirty, “Please Bart, fuck me harder, deeper, harder, cream pie my ass.”

His body began to glisten with sweat as he thrust harder and deeper through her backdoor and into her rectum. As he closed his eyes she felt him stiffen and an enormous discharge flood her.

His throbbing boner was still up her ass. His cum shot in and filled her up. She felt it and was loving the sensation. She reached her climax just at the same time he exploded deep into her ass.

She was surprised though that the pressure in her ass did not decrease from him slowly getting limp. He remained hard.

Kate caressed her cheek and whispered,

“Very well done darling, may I borrow my hubby for a moment to lick him clean?”

Wendy shook her head and whispered, “No, I want to see him fucking your ass!”

Kate looked surprised at Wendy, but said nothing and go out of bed.
She put her hands on the back of a chair and gestured for Bart to follow her. His cock was still hard and wet as he pulled it out Wendy’s butt.  He stood behind Kate. His cock easily slipped inside her and he slowly began to fuck Kate’s bum.

Kate's ass was not accepting him as deep inside as Wendy’s butt had. Bart slid cautiously between his wife’s buttocks and stretched her inner passage.

Meanwhile, Wendy moves beside Kate as she explores and pushes her fingers inside Kate’s pussy. Kate moaned in approval, enjoying this unexpected treat and encourages Wendy to keep going. Not long after, Kate exploded with a squirting stream of climax juice rushing out of her pussy.
She apologized and said, “You made me so horny, I'm sorry.”

Wendy looked up and noticed Mike had entered the room. He stood behind Kate, opening his pants. His hard cock jumped out. He took hold of her hips. The look in his eyes reflected his enormous lust and desire. Wendy suspected he had been watching all this time and had seen her ravished. 

His thin long rod plunged deep, in and out Kate's ass, then her pussy with alternate strokes. He fucked Kate wildly till he pulled out to release his orgasm with a mighty roar. His sperm flew in to the air and landed all over Kate’s buttocks.

He turned to Wendy and said, “Now come here and clean this.”

Soon Bart followed Mike’s example and asked Wendy to lick clean his cock too.
Wendy now had two slowly swelling dicks before her mouth. She licked the men as she simultaneously stimulated their balls. Slowly she started to suck them both alternately. Bart was the first one to regain his strength, Mike followed shortly after. Kate moved in and grabbed Mike as she whispered,

“Come on sweetie, fair share”.

She led Mike to the chair. Wendy heard her laugh, as the two of them quietly slipped away.

Wendy crawled closer to Bart and caressed his buttocks while his huge pole glided slowly deep into her throat. She started to gag, but kept going and tried again to get deeper. Bart enjoyed it and whispered how he had never been sucked so deep by someone. Her finger slipped up his ass and he growled in pleasure. He seemed to like it. She drooled enormously during the deep throat she gave him. He pulled her hair hard as he took the initiative from her.

Wendy was almost fainting, he was throat fucking her so long, and so deep, little black spots were appearing before her eyes.

As she slowly got her breath back, he caressed her cheek and whispered, “Girl, you got talent. A lot of talent.”

Bart grabbed her hand and led Wendy to the chair where Kate and Mike were performing sex. Mike was sat down, Kate was sat on his lap facing him. Mike kneaded her tits, while she occasionally bounced on his boner, sliding it in and out her enormous swollen pussy.

Bart touched their shoulder as he said, “We are going next door, and we will meet again tomorrow.”

Wendy and Bart quickly grabbed their clothes and dressed so that they could quickly slip next door to the other cabin.

Just before leaving Wendy heard Kate’s voice asking,

“Please Mike, fuck my ass.”

Bart laughed and put his arm around Wendy. They go next door and Wendy quickly locked the door, so no one could disturb them.

Bart pushed her from behind to the bed. The curtains were still open but Wendy was too horny to even care. Bart pushed Wendy’s head on to the pillow as his dick slid deep into her pussy. He started to thrust, hard, then slow, then fast, deep and then even deeper. In and out again, then he increased his pace. Blissful fucking minutes passed by and then Wendy began to scream in her desire.

“Ooooooohhhhh Baaaarrrtt yes Barrrrrrt… Fuck, fuck fuck me… Ooooohhhh … shit … I'm fucking coming.”

Wendy could not control herself any longer. Her excitement built and burst. She started to squirt long streams of fluid from her pussy every time he pulls out. She had never felt this before and she wanted it to last forever. When he withdrew a splash of semen flew on to her back. He grabbed her head for her close to clean his throbbing cock with her magical mouth.

Finally, in Bart's arms, she fell asleep, exhausted and dreamt the things she has often dreamt about but this time, they were no longer fantasy and wishful thinking…

Late in the afternoon, she woke up and noticed she was lying in the bed alone. Things flashed through her mind and wondered, where Mike was and what about Kate and Bart?
She picked up a T-shirt and pulled it on.

She found Mike sleeping on the chair. He was only wearing his jeans. His other clothes lay beside him on the floor. Wendy looked in the mirror above the fireplace, she looked exhausted. Then she spotted her pubic area.

Slowly her hand goes to her shaved pussy… she smiled, so it was not something she had dreamed.
She looked at Mike and wondered, had he also been shaved?

She woke him up and took him to bed. She kissed him and pulled his jeans off. Yes, indeed he was bald!
She caressed his cock and then took him in her mouth. She licked the edge of his tip making it wet. Then she turned her back to him and she sat down on Mike’s hard pole and slowly started to fuck him in reverse cowgirl position.

His hands kneaded her tits. He moaned, she groaned. They increased the pace, she clamped her intimate lips together. Then they both exploded in lust, together at the same time.

For dessert, she licked him clean right up to his ass crack. She felt his finger against her star and heard him say,

“Tomorrow I'll fuck your ass.”

She smiled. Her little man had started to talk like Bart and Kate and finally was giving her what she wanted most.

The next day Bart and Kate were gone. They had left the resort.
Wendy found a small note underneath the window wipers of their car. It said,

“If you ever need a great weekend, come and stay with us” followed by a phone number.

Wendy showed the note to Mike. He grinned back and made a phone calling gesture. She blushed and thought back of the last few days and decided, this was her best Christmas ever.

The End.

[Brandybee]

8. Christmas, Canines & Coffee.   Part 1.  By  Jayc.

“Looks like we got the park to ourselves buddy” Charlie unhooked Tyson’s leash and his young dog bolted off. 

Tyson loved the dog park with a capital L and it was the main reason Charlie had chosen the new apartment he had recently rented. It was a “pet friendly complex” and walking distance to the dog park. The park was very popular with the area dog owners, being the strict leash laws of the city. The park was fenced and owners could let their dogs run free. Tyson ran at full speed and scanned the park for any of his dog friends.

Tyson, a year old boxer returned to look at Charlie a puzzled look on his face.

“What can I say Tyson, its Christmas Eve, your friends have prior engagements.” Charlie said.

“Woof” Tyson replied and got in the pounce position.

Charlie reached into his coat pocket and got out a red rubber ball and threw it far with Tyson in hot pursuit. The game went on for a while with brief interruptions when Tyson would pick up an interesting scent or object.

Charlie walked to a bench as the game went on, brushed off the snow from the seat and sat.
Tyson returned with a beat up Frisbee chewed beyond recognition and a tug of war game began. The battle was interrupted by the clang of the gate and Tyson looked up and ran over to greet his little buddy Bodie. 
Bodie was the little French Bull dog owned by the woman who lived on the 3rd or 4th floor of his building. Charlie could see she was on her cell so he remained on the bench till she got off her phone.

“Yes mom I got your gift, thank you”
“Yes I have plans, Cindy my friend from work invited me over” Natalie lied.
“Yes the job is going well”
“No. I am not dating yet.” Natalie rolled her eyes
“Hi Dad, I’m good thanks. How is your back?”
“Hi Grandma, I miss you too.”
“Hi Penny how is school?”
“Still seeing Bobby?”
“You two still planning on visiting me for spring break?”

By the time Natalie got off the phone she was near tears. God she missed her family. It would be her 1st Christmas away from home.

Natalie smiled as she saw Bodie run up to her with a ball in his mouth and that rowdy Boxer, Tyson in Pursuit.

“What have you got Bodie?  Is that Tyson’s?”  she asked her Dog  as she bent down. 
Not willing to give up his prize Bodie kept his distance when suddenly Tyson bounded up on her blind side and greeted her with Muddy paws and a slobbery lick to the face.

“Tyson! Down!” Charlie yelled and jogged over.

Tyson obeyed and sat as Natalie petted him on the head.

“Jeeze, I’m so sorry.” Charlie apologized as he ran up. “What can I say? My dog is a nut!” Charlie smiled.

“That’s ok,” Natalie said  as Tyson ran off chasing Bodie and his ball.

“Awwwww  damn, he got your jacket all muddy!” Charlie grimaced seeing the paw prints on her once pristine white ski parka.

Better than last time, Charlie thought with a smile remembering. Tyson was a notorious “crotch sniffer” and on their 1st encounter had almost lifted the poor woman off the ground, his muzzle between her legs.

“I will pay for the dry cleaning.” Charlie offered

“No need, its machine washable, no harm no foul.” Natalie said.

“Merry Christmas. It’s Natalie right?” Charlie asked

“Merry Christmas. And your Charlie.” Natalie said with a smile.

The two had bumped into each other from time to time sharing the elevator; at the corner supermarket and here at the dog park. The two exchanged small talk as they watched their dogs play.
Charlie learned Natalie was a graphic artist who worked for a publishing firm downtown.
Charlie was in service and sales of copy machines also downtown.

Charlie also learned that Natalie was relativity new to the city, having taken the job and moving from Seattle for a fresh start but didn’t elaborate on the reason.
Charlie told her he was from rural New York State and had lived in Boston for a few years now. Charlie had a brother living in L.A. and his parents had moved to senior community in Florida. 
They talked and laughed about their building and some of the more strange tenants who lived there. Then the conversation turned to their dogs.

Natalie told Charlie a co-worker volunteered at a shelter who told her about Bodie, a pup who had been brought in. When Natalie saw his picture on the woman’s phone she had to have him.
Charlie had a similar story. A friend of Charlie’s bred boxers and Tyson was the runt of the litter. Visiting one afternoon Tyson had fallen asleep on Charlie’s lap and the pup went home with him that night.

As they chatted the dogs were slowly running out of gas and slowing down. Bodie was shivering and Tyson looked at Charlie as if to say let’s go to that place where the nice lady gives me treats.

“Ah I know that look Tyson,” Charlie said bending down to pet him.
“What does he want?” Natalie asked
“Want to have a drink with me?” Charlie asked
“I would love one, but what about our dogs?”
“I know just the place.” Charlie smiled as he leashed Tyson.

“This is part of our dog park routine,” Charlie said as they walked down the street with Tyson leading the way.

The couple walked down the block and Charlie pointed to a sign above a corner pub, “The Hungry Hound Bar & Grill.” Tyson was straining on his leash as they got closer.
Natalie laughed when she saw the sign and at Tyson’s eagerness to get there.

As the couple entered the bar, a heavyset older women tending bar smiled and greeted them warmly.

“Tyson! Charlie! And who is this?” the woman said coming around the bar and kneeling to pet the dogs.

“Agnes, this is Natalie and this little guy is Bodie”
“The bar is pet friendly,” Charlie said removing his coat and hanging it on the wall, Natalie did the same. Natalie looked down and a large orange tabby cat was rubbing against her legs.

“That’s Harley, he lives here.” Charlie explained.

Natalie quickly understood the name as the cat purred with a loud rumble like a motorcycle as she stroked his head.
Natalie looked around. The bar room was adorned with paintings of dogs and cats. Two older men sipped beers and were playing cribbage in a booth by the window.

Natalie grinned as Agnes petted and sweet talked the dogs. Tyson’s tail wagged as he sat for her, his eyes filled with pure adoration, even Bodie was enamoured by her soothing voice as he vied for her attention.

“Were you boys at the park?”
“Did you come here for treats?”
“I bet you boys are thirsty”

“Joe serve Charlie and his friend while I take care of these thirsty dogs.” Agnes called out as the dogs followed her to a corner of the bar.

A tall white haired man appeared from the back wearing a thick red flannel shirt.

“Merry Christmas Charlie. Who’s that you got with you?” Joe said with genuine friendliness.

“That’s Natalie and this little cutie pie is Bodie.” Agnes answered for the couple.

The couple ordered beers and Joe told them that being as it was Christmas eve, the kitchen was closed and the bar would be closing around 6pm. He said the last part a bit louder so the two cribbage players could hear him and take the hint.

Their beers served, Joe wandered over to the cribbage game and left the couple alone. They thanked him and sipped their drinks and ate peanuts. 

“He has a crush on Agnes. It’s humiliating! I don’t exist when we come here.” Charlie sighed, gesturing to the dogs who were under Agnes’s spell. Both were now besotted with her.

“I think Bodie is falling for her too and he is kind of shy of strangers.” Natalie commented. Agnes did seem to have a special way with animals.

Natalie watched in amazement as Agnes had the dogs in complete control. Bodie even sat when she told him to, something he rarely did for Natalie. Agnes gave both dogs some Jerky treats. A reward for their good behaviour. As the dogs ate, Agnes came behind the bar and opened a bin and produced 2 rawhide chew toys, a slender stick for Bodie and a larger one for Tyson.

“Oh great, he is never going to want to go home now.” Charlie moaned in faked suffering.

“It’s Christmas Charlie and all good dogs get a present.” Agnes said, brushing off Charlie’s comment.

“What about me? I’m a good dog.” Charlie said with a grin.

“Joe, give these two a brandy on the house. Satisfied?” Agnes replied returning her attention to the dogs.

With the dogs laying on a large old throw rug chewing away on their presents, Agnes and Joe sat with the cribbage players and chatted.

With fresh beers and snifters of brandy, Harley the cat sat on Natalie’s lap and the couple got to know one another better.
It turned out they had a lot in common.

Both has similar tastes in music and movies and both enjoyed reading.
Charlie quizzed her on her knowledge of the area and the best bars and clubs in the city. Charlie could not help but notice Natalie had no ring on her finger and had not mentioned a boyfriend.
Little did he know Natalie was doing exactly the same thing.
Charlie looked up at the clock.

“Hey, I’m not keeping you am I? I’m sure you must have plans for this evening.” Charlie asked.
“Well, the sad truth be told, no.” Natalie confessed. She explained to Charlie that the way the holiday fell this year and with no vacation time being new on the job, she was stuck in Boston for Christmas.

“Same here.” Charlie admitted, “I have a possible big sale with a law firm day after Christmas and I really need the commission. Plus without my brother being home, I don’t think I could handle a weekend alone with my folks down in Florida.” Charlie said laughing.

“I hear that.” Natalie giggled.

“Another Beer then?” Charlie asked.

“Most definitely.” Natalie nodded.

“Joe, another round please.” Charlie said

“Get it yourself.”  Was Joe’s gruff reply.
Charlie and Natalie both burst out laughing. Charlie fetched the beers and dutifully left the money on the bar counter for Joe or Agnes to ring in when they wanted.
Charlie sat back down and expanded on his sad plans for the evening.

“Well it looks like a frozen dinner and some old Christmas movies on TV for me tonight. My company gave us Christmas turkeys this year, but I’m clueless how to cook it. I don’t think it will fit in my microwave.” Charlie laughed.

“I could cook it for you!” Natalie’s eyes lit up. Besides art, cooking was Natalie’s other passion and she had not cooked a real feast since moving to Boston.

“You got yourself a deal.” Charlie grinned.

Excited by the idea Natalie opened her purse and got out a notebook and a pen.

“We need to stop by the market. We need some things.” Natalie said quickly making a shopping list.

“Hey Agnes, Joe, Gents. Merry Christmas. We need to get going.” Charlie said rising to his feet.

“You two have a very merry Christmas.” Agnes replied with the men echoing, “Merry Christmas.”

Leashing the dogs, Charlie put the slimy rawhide Chew’s in a paper towel with a single word “yuck”
10 minutes later, Charlie was standing outside the supermarket with the dogs. He was in good spirits. Natalie seemed lovely and very pretty and somehow he had managed to get a dinner date on Christmas eve with her.  He thanked the fates and his lucky stars for such good fortune.

Natalie soon returned with two bags in her arms. Charlie took the bags from her and Natalie took the dogs and the couple returned to their complex.

First stop was at Charlie’s to get the turkey. Natalie stepped inside and looked around. It was clean. A good sign. Natalie hated slobs. But it was a typical guy’s place, the dining room had a treadmill and exercise bike instead of a table.

Turkey in hand, Charlie followed Natalie two floors up. She unlocked the door and let them inside. Placing the bags on the kitchen table. Natalie turned to face Charlie.

“I have lots to do.” She smiled, “Why don’t you and Tyson come back around six.”  Natalie said

“Looking forward to it.” Charlie smiled.
Letting himself out, Bodie escorted Charlie to the door. Charlie stopped.

“I almost forgot, here Bodie.” Charlie reached into his coat pocket and gave the dog his rawhide chew.
“See you later,” he called out to Natalie and Tyson and he returned to his place.

– Continued –

[Brandybee]

8. Christmas, Canines & Coffee.   Part 2.  By  Jayc. 

Charlie hummed Christmas carols as he got ready and brushed Tyson so he too looked presentable for their Christmas Eve date.

He showered, shaved and dressed in smart casual wear. He put on a white shirt and faded blue denim jeans. He combed his short brown hair and ensured he looked groomed and sharp. He was 6ft tall and of muscular build. His brown eyes twinkled back from the reflection of the mirror. He hoped that Natalie found him as attractive as he did her.

“You best be a good dog tonight Tyson and no crotch sniffing! We hit it off well and I want to keep it that way.” Charlie said to him. The dog cocked his head to listen to his owner and was curious about Charlie’s non routine behavior. He didn’t usually get dressed up to go out!

Tyson yawned and let out a whine. He didn’t want Charlie to go out and leave him behind.

“Don’t fret you mangy mutt, you’re coming with me.”  Charlie said, picking up on Tyson’s anxiety.

Charlie looked at the clock, it was only 5:30pm. He was giddy and nervous. It had been a long time since he had a real date with a woman. And what a woman Natalie was.

He was enamored by her. Natalie had beautiful with black shoulder length hair that framed her tanned skin and sea green eyes. She was perfectly proportioned and had the curves where it counted.

Charlie went to the kitchen and found a bottle of good wine his parents had sent him for a moving in gift.
Then an idea came to him. Rummaging around in the hall closet he finally found it and called for Tyson. Getting the dog to sit, Charlie attempted to put the Santa hat on Tyson, who was having none of it. Tyson shook his head and the hat fell off and the dog grabbed it by the white fluffy pom pom and ran into the living room with his new toy.

“Alright I will wear it.” Charlie sighed.

Finally managing to get it away from his dog, he went to the Mirror and put it on. Walking into the living room, however, Tyson had other ideas! He snuck up from behind and leaped up on to Charlie’s back and quickly stole the hat back! He ran to his bed with his prize.

“This is not a game Tyson.” Charlie said sternly trying to get the hat back, but Tyson thought otherwise.

“Ok time to go.” Charlie said grabbing the dog’s leash.

Tyson dropped the hat and sat by Charlie’s side to be leashed. With the wine under his arm the Santa cap back on his head. They took the elevator up to Natalie’s floor and knocked on her door.
Opening the door Natalie beamed. She looked an absolute dream.

She wore a strapless pink mini-dress that had a black lacy overlay. The coloured material plunged into a V on her chest but the lacy overlay covered her cleavage, albeit see through. The black lace was also an inch or so longer than the coloured material. In all, it was a stunning dress which she filled out to perfection.

She giggled at Charlie’s Red Santa Hat, “Hi Guys I hope you’re hungry.” Natalie said gesturing them inside.
“You won’t believe this, but I have one of those Santa Hats too. I guess I should wear mine too.”

A Christmas CD was playing softly in the background and Natalie had the lights in her living room on low. A small Christmas tree glowed in the corner and she had her Gas fireplace going. Her apartment smelled of scented candles and a roasting turkey. Her small dining room table was set with nice china and linen napkins and candles.

She fetched her Santa Hat and put it on. They both smiled at each other.

“Dinner is almost ready, want a beer or something?” Natalie offered.

“That would be great.” Charlie replied following her into the kitchen.

Charlie carved the turkey as Natalie made the gravy and got the rolls out of the oven. It was a proper Christmas dinner, turkey and stuffing, mashed potatoes and gravy, cranberry sauce and a fruit salad.
The two dogs ate their own dinners in the kitchen as the couple sat and Charlie poured the wine.

“Merry Christmas Natalie and thanks for having us over for this fine meal.” Charlie said warmly.

Merry Christmas Charlie, and it’s my pleasure.” Natalie said with smile. 

Their Christmas dinner over, and the bottle of wine almost finished, Natalie made a deal with Charlie.  If Charlie took the dogs out for a walk she would load up the dishwasher and have coffee and Tia Maria ready by the time he came back.

Charlie agreed. Some twenty minutes later, both dogs walked, Charlie returned. The weather outside was cool and crisp. Outside with the dogs, he wondered what else this wonderful night had in store.
Was romance possible?

Maybe he thought, dinner had been great the food delicious and their conversation was more like old friends than people on an awkward first date.

He decided to play it cool and not rush things but would definitely ask her to go out with him again before the night was over.

Charlie let himself into Natalie’s home using the spare key she had given him. As he unleashed the dogs and hung his coat up, he called out that he was back. Natalie called out from the Kitchen. “How do you take your coffee Charlie?”

“Just a splash of milk, no sugar,” Charlie answered.

“Coming right up. Why don’t you put on a CD. My collection are in the corner.” Natalie said

Charlie scanned her CD shelf and found “Jethro Tull. A Passion Play” and popped it in the player.

“Good choice,” Natalie commended as she recognised the tune beginning to play. “I grew up to Jethro Tull. My dad is a huge fan.” She was walking into the living room as she spoke, with the mugs of steaming coffee and the bottle of Tia Maria and Liquor glasses on a tray.

The couple settled in on the couch, singing along out of tune to the music and giggling at each other. The dogs had settled and were dozing close to the fireplace.

In one particular fit of laughter, Natalie moved to set her coffee down and fumbled. She accidentally bumped in to Charlie’s arm, the arm with the hand holding his own coffee mug. It resulted in his mug tilting and jolting and his coffee slurping up and over the brim. The hot liquid generously splattered all over on to Charlie’s shirt. A big brown wet splurge was all over his front.

Natalie gazed at the brown stain from the spilled coffee on his shirt in dismay. Her immediate thought was to get it off and put it in the washer before it burned and stained. Instinctively she began to unbutton his shirt. As her fingers began to unbutton, the mood changed and the air simmered with sexual attraction. They both felt it.

Charlie gazed at her, longingly. Natalie gasped and her heart beat accelerated. His eyes on her was as powerful as the touch of his hands.

Natalie continued to unbutton his shirt. She didn’t want the coffee to burn and mark his skin. She inhaled and could smell the coffee mixed with his intoxicating aftershave and maleness.

His muscular, sexy chest was slowly revealed. Her mouth was dry. She could tell he wanted her too. God it had been so long since she had had a man.

Should she take the initiative? Should she seduce this gorgeous man in her home?

She rose and stood and swayed her hips as her hand slid down over her stomach and on to her pantie line.
She looked at Charlie and whispered, almost shyly, “Do you want me?”

She wanted him. She hoped he wanted her. In that moment, there was nothing else.

As she stood before him, she untied the bow of her dress at the neck. It slid down revealing her breasts to his gaze. She was braless!

Charlie watched mesmerised by her actions and by her nude beauty. His eyes & face answered her question.

She shimmied. The dress fell down and pooled at her feet. She picked it up with her foot and then using her hand tossed it on the back of her chair.

Her hands moved to her hips and she slid the wet panties from her body and tossed them to him. Charlie automatically sipped his glass of wine, caught the panties and inhaled her scent. A woman on heat was potent to his nostrils and his penis hardened and throbbed in his jeans.

Their eyes connected as she stood naked except for her stockings and black killer heels. He growled and inhaled her fragrance. Her nipples stood straighter and her juices of arousal were beginning to moisten and drip down the inside of her leg.

Natalie could feel his eyes touching her and it took her to new heights. She was intoxicated by the wine but more so his gaze. She ran her hand over her stomach and down to her swollen pussy lips to caress herself. She played for a moment and then drew her fingers up her body to her mouth, leaving a trail of wet.
She locked her eyes on him and licked her arousal from her fingers. She closed her eyes and moaned, silently telling him, “Yes, yes I do taste good.”

Charlie leaned forward in his chair and she offered that hand to him. He sucked two fingers into his mouth and she cried out, audibly.

Natalie was overwhelmed with need and lust by the gesture.

Charlie stood up, took her in his arms and kissed her deeply as her hips ground into him, pressing her wet against the denim of his jeans.

Charlie was unable to resist. He pressed his finger into her pussy and she danced against it. He curled his finger so that he brushed the tender skin inside. She jumped with surprise when he found and teased her G spot.

He slid two fingers in and out of her now taking over the seduction and giving her what she wanted. He picked her up, and lay her in the middle of the room on a coffee table and kneeled to push his tongue inside her. Natalie came with the force of lightening, and arched her back, mewling aloud. Charlie drank her, proud of his accomplishment. Then his own lust took over.

He unfastened his cock and pushed inside her now, gently. He swivelled and rotated his hips with each thrust causing her to climb back up to that delicious height yet again. She moaned and danced on his cock, erotically, sensuously as he made a rhythm of his own thrusting in and out of her willing pussy. She moaned and cried out, wanting and needing more. He gave her more, thrusting harder and deeper. Both breaking out in a sweat during their sexual heated union.

He bent over her, their naked chests brushing each other. He was thrusting hard and deep and fast now. He played with her clitoris. She could feel the passion between them. She arched her back. Everything inside her exploded and her pussy convulsed on his cock.

He enjoyed the pussy spasms and pulled his cock out of her pussy. He pulled her up, stood over her and moved his cock to her mouth. He prodded her open with little suggestion. She opened and sucked willingly. He stroked his cock a few times using her lips, and the white sticky liquid erupted and sprayed on her mouth, tongue and face. She licked and swallowed lovingly while he rubbed the tip over her mouth.

She kissed the tip of his cock and when she had cleaned him up, he put it back in his pants but left the top button undone. She rose from the table and kissed him before standing again.
She went to put her dress on once more.

“No,” Charlie said softly. “Stay like that. Its erotic you being naked in your stockings while I have my jeans still on. You are too beautiful to be covered this Christmas Eve.”

5 MONTHS LATER

Natalie’s cell phone chimed. She answered it, frowning as she tried to hear the person at the other end.

“Hi Penny, Let me step outside I can barely hear you, hold on.”

Natalie stepped out from the Hungry Hound and sat on the door step.  She held her phone to one ear and a finger pressed into the other, to drown out the outside noise. It was quieter here than inside.

“Ok I’m back, yes he did!” Natalie said. She smiled and held her left hand out, admiring her engagement ring. She tipped her hand back and forth, letting the light catch the diamond. Then put the finger back to her ear.

“A few night ago. He was so romantic”
“No we have not picked a day yet.”
“Were flying down to Florida in a few weeks for the weekend to meet Charlie’s Parents, then in July were coming out west for a few weeks to meet Mom and Dad, then do some camping along the coast.”
“Were driving to Seattle. Charlie has always wanted to drive coast to coast and we got Bodie and Tyson coming with us.”
“No, Agnes is going to take care of them when we go Florida.”
“She owns the bar I told you about.”
“We’re at the bar right now, with Charlie’s Soft ball team, celebrating a victory.”
“Ok Penny I best go, yes, I will call you later, love you, and can’t wait to see everybody.”

Natalie shut her phone off, looked at her sparkly engagement ring again and returned inside to join her fiancé, Charlie and the dogs at the table.

The End.

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