Christmas Off Campus

Where can two strippers get a bite to eat on Christmas Eve? By  MelissaBaby. (abridged) Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. “Fuck Christmas,” Clover shouted, “and fuck you, Tony. Fuck Santa Claus, fuck his elves and fuck all ten goddamn reindeers.” “Eight,” Roxanne said, filing her nails and looking at her over the top of her glasses. “Shut up, Roxy, I’m talking about reindeers, not how many cocks you sucked over the weekend.” “Clover, calm down,” Tony said, “It was worth taking a shot.” “Bullshit, I told you nobody goes to a strip club on Christmas Eve.”“She did tell you,” Roxanne said, “Even louder that she’s telling you now.” “Look,” he said, shrugging, “I’m sorry, but it wasn’t nobody…” “We’ve had five customers,” Clover said. “And the last one was two hours ago,” Roxanne chimed in, “It’s almost ten thirty.” Clover jerked her thumb at Roxanne. “She might look like a doofus wearing that stupid Santa hat, but she’s right.” Tony held up his hands, “Okay, it turned out to not be a great idea. You guys are always saying that more customers come in because they are lonely than because they are horny. I figured it would be a lonely night for a lot of guys…” “It might be a great night to be a hooker,” Clover said, “but not a dancer.” He looked at his watch, then over his shoulder at LeAnn, the bartender. “Tell you what,” he told her, “If nobody else comes in before eleven, go ahead and close up.” He started to walk away, but Roxanne called him back. “We paid our club fees, Tony, that isn’t right.” He looked up toward the ceiling, as if he were looking for a script to read from. “You want to close and go home early, but you want your club fees refunded because I said we would close and you could go home early?” “No,” Clover said, “We want our club fees refunded because we paid you fifty dollars to dance on a night when you dragged us in here to dance, even though we told you nobody was coming the fuck in.” “Fine,” he said, throwing his hands in the air, “LeAnn, give them back their club fees.” The door opened, and they both groaned, but it was not a customer. Sporty, the Gold Dollar’s bouncer, came in. “Speaking of guys you’ll fuck,” Clover muttered. When he approached the bar, she said, “Hey Sporty, how come you go out with Roxy? I always heard black guys like girls with nice big asses.” “I always heard strippers were friendly,” he shot back. He sat down next to Roxanne. “Where have you been?” she asked him. “Yeah,” Clover said, “There could have been a brawl in here, between the rats and the cockroaches.” “I was sitting out in my car, listening to some jams.” Clover tipped out and gave LeAnn a big hug, then she and Roxanne walked out to their cars in a light cold rain. “You ain’t waiting for Sporty?” Clover asked. “Nope, don’t want to talk to him right now. Meet you at the diner.” They each got in their cars. A light coating of slush covered Roxanne’s windshield, but the wipers easily pushed it to the side. She pulled out of the parking lot on to the slippery street and drove the mile and a half to their usual after work spot, the Finest Kind Diner, while Clover followed close behind. When she turned into the diner’s parking lot she noticed immediately that the lights were turned off, except for a string of colored Christmas bulbs blinking around the front door. Clover thought for a minute. “We could go to Denny’s.” “Are they open?” “How the fuck would I know? Call ‘em up.” “Oh, so I have to look up the number?” “I figured it has a man’s name, so you would know it.” Roxanne sat back in her seat. “I don’t want to drive all the way across town, just to go to Denny’s. What else would be open?” “Just White Castle.” Roxanne thought for a minute. “Yeah, what the fuck, let’s go to White Castle.” “We ought to just go in one car,” Clover suggested. “Fine. Yours or mine?” “Yours,” Clover said, “Mine is more full of trash than a westside trailer park.” She pulled her car into a parking space, shut it off and got out. “I hate this drizzly shit,” she said as she got into Roxanne’s passenger seat. “Hey, don’t you live in a westside trailer park?” Roxanne asked. “Yeah, that’s why I know what I am talking about.” “Speaking of knowing what you’re talking about,” Roxanne said, “Santa Claus has eight reindeer.” “Are you counting Rudolph?” “Nope. Rudolph doesn’t count.” “Who decided that?” “Clement Moore.” “Who the fuck is he? Sounds like a baseball player.” “He wrote The Night Before Christmas.” “Twas the night before Christmas,” Clover recited in a sing song voice, “And all through the place, Roxanne was sitting on every guy’s face.” “And up from the lawn there arose such a clatter,” Roxanne returned, “As Clover devoured the whole turkey platter.” Clover nodded her head. “That was pretty good,” she admitted. Roxanne was quiet for a moment, then asked, “You wonder though, who the fuck would name a reindeer Blitzen? What is he, a Nazi reindeer?” “I bet Rudolph was originally Adolf the Red Nosed Reindeer and they changed it during the war or something. Hey, what’s going on with you and Sporty?” “He wants me to go to his mom’s house for Christmas dinner.” “And you don’t want to go?” “Mom, Dad, I’d like you to meet my girlfriend from the strip club?” “Oh yeah, I get it. But still, you guys been going out for a while now. You are going to meet them sooner or later.” “It doesn’t have to be on Christmas with all the relatives there.” “So what are you going to do?” “I don’t know.” There were three cars parked outside the White Castle when they arrived. The restaurant’s windows were so wet with condensation that they could not see through them. But when they dashed inside, they were nearly blinded by the garish light. “This is like sensory overload,” Roxanne said, as Jingle Bell Rock squalled from a tinny sound system. They walked over to the counter. There was no one behind it. Roxanne leaned forward, craning her neck to look back into the kitchen. She saw a young man in a white uniform and a hairnet dumping french fries out of a fryer basket. “Excuse us,” she called. He looked over his shoulder. “Be with you in a minute, ma'am,” he said. Clover cackled and nudged Roxanne with her elbow. “Ma'am. He thinks you’re an old fucking lady.” “Yeah, and he thinks I’m taking my mom out for Christmas Eve.” The man came to the counter. His name badge identified him as Julio, assistant manager. “What can I get you ladies?” he asked. “I’d like four hamburgers, an order of medium fries and a large coffee, regular,” Roxanne said. “Give me six whiteys and a large Mountain Dew,” Clover added. “Would you like fries with that?” “Fuck no, I’m gonna eat most of hers.” Julio rang up their orders and Roxanne paid for both. Clover looked around the room. There were three occupied booths. In one a pair of middle aged men, wearing the uniforms of parking attendants, sat sipping coffee. At another, an older woman in a ragged green coat had only a cup of water and a single empty burger box on the table in front of her. A couple of booths down, three young, black clad goths were sitting together. They looked to be in their early twenties; two boys, one very large, the other thin and jittery, and a purple haired girl sitting across from them, loudly chewing gum. They all looked like they were coming down off a much better time than they were having now. “It’s kind of a sad looking bunch of people in here,” Clover said. “Yeah,” Roxanne said, “It’s Christmas Eve and they’ve got no place to go.” “That sounds familiar. I mean, what the fuck is the difference between them and us?” “We’ve got money in our pockets.” “Yeah, money we took from other lonely people,” Clover said. She looked lost in thought for a moment, then asked Roxanne, “How much money you think you’ve got in your pocket?” “I don’t know, a hundred, maybe a hundred and twenty dollars.” Clover looked around the room, her lips tight and her brow knotted. “I’ll bet I know what you’re thinking,” Roxanne said. “It’s fucking Christmas,” Clover said, shrugging. Roxanne called Julio back to the counter. “How much are those sacks of thirty sliders?” she asked him. “Thirty two dollars and fifty two cents.” She looked over her shoulder at the woman with her single burger. “Give me two sacks,” she said, fishing her cash out of her pocket. “You still want the other order?” “Yeah,” Clover said, “And I want you to give anybody whatever they want to drink. Keep a tab and I’ll pay for them later.” Julio hesitated a moment, then said, “Okay, it will take a little bit of time. Your other order will be up in a minute.” When their food was ready, they went to the empty table between the old lady and the goths. As they walked past the parking attendants, Clover asked them, “How you guys doing? You had to work tonight?” “Fuckin’ Nutcracker,” one of them grumbled. “So are you going to see your son tomorrow?” Roxanne asked Clover when they had taken their seats. Clover nodded. “Not till the afternoon. But I get to have him the next day, too.” “Have you got plans?” “I was thinking we’d go to Hong Kong Garden for dinner.” “And the next day?” “Are you kidding? The day after Christmas? We’re going fucking shopping.” Roxanne laughed. “Yeah I’m sure that’ll thrill a ten year old boy, going shopping with his mom.” They had each finished two burgers when Julio called to them that their order was ready. Clover walked over to the counter, picked up a bag of hamburgers in each hand and turned to face the dining area. “Ladies and gentlemen,” she hollered, “My friend Poindexter and I would like to treat everyone to Whiteys for Christmas.” She went from table to table, holding out the bags, so that each person could take some burgers. “And if anyone wants something to drink,” she said, “It’s on us. Just step up and tell Julio what you want.” After going to each table, she had half a bag left. She put it on the table in front of Roxanne and sat down. Roxanne twisted in her seat and watched as several of the patrons went to the counter and ordered drinks. She noticed that the old woman in the next booth had neither gotten up nor taken any burgers. She took one from the bag, leaned over the back of the booth and asked, “Would you like another burger, ma'am?” “Are you sure it’s okay?” “Of course it is,” Roxanne said, “Merry Christmas.” “Merry Christmas, dear,” the woman replied, taking the burger. Roxanne’s phone buzzed. “I bet I know who that is,” Clover muttered. Roxanne looked at the screen. “Yeah, it’s Sporty.” She sat back in the booth and answered, simply saying, “Hey.” “Listen baby,” he said, “I wish you hadn’t split like that. I don’t want you mad at me, whether you go tomorrow or not.” “I never said I was mad at you, Sporty. I’m just tired of all the back-and-forth on this shit.” “I don’t think having Christmas with my family is shit.” “Now you’re just looking to be offended. They know where you work, right?” “Yeah.” “So, you’re going to tell them your bringing a girl from work to Christmas dinner, so I can sit there, eating turkey with everybody looking at me like I’m a whore.” “Ain’t nobody gonna call you a whore.” “My own mom calls me a whore.” “Well, my mom ain’t your mom.” “I don’t know, Sporty. I’m just not sure I’m ready for this.” “We’ve been going out almost a year.” “Off and on.” “Whatever. Where are you at anyway? I come over to Finest Kind because I thought you guys would be here.” “They’re closed.” “Well, no shit, I just told you I was over here.” “We’re at the White Castle on Union Street.” “So, would it be cool if I come by?” “Yeah, sure. I’ll see you in a bit.” Roxanne disconnected, shaking her head. “This fucking guy,” she muttered, “I’m telling you, he won’t give up…” “And that’s a bad thing? Let me ask you something,” Clover said, “and don’t get pissed.” “Okay.” “Are you nervous about meeting his family because you think they won’t like you being a stripper or because you don’t think they’ll like you being white?” Roxanne was silent for a minute. “Maybe both,” she said. “Either way, I think that’s his problem, not yours. I mean it’s his family.” “Yeah, but I’m afraid that if they give him a lot of shit about it, he isn’t going to pick me over them.” “Well then, fuck him. He ain’t worth it if he does that.” Roxanne shrugged. “Yeah, I guess.” An old man with flyaway white hair came into the restaurant. He appeared to be wearing just a light sweatsuit under his ratty coat. He sat down next to the old woman. She spoke quietly to him for a minute, then he loudly cleared his throat. “Excuse me, ladies,” he said in a hoarse voice. “Flo says you are buying burgers for everyone. Is that so?” “Sure is,” Clover said. Roxanne took two more burgers from the bag and handed them to him. “Go get yourself a coffee or something,” Clover said, “Whatever you want, it’s on us.” The man thanked them, stood and fetched coffee for himself and Flo. Sporty came in a few minutes later, took off his wet coat and hung it on the end of the booth. He slid in next to Roxanne. Looking at the bags on the table, he asked, “Why did y'all buy so many burgers?” “Because we’re generous bitches and we share with everybody,” Clover said. “Well, shit then.” He reached into the bag and pulled out a couple of burgers. After a few bites he said, “I need to get a drink.” “Just go to the counter,” Roxanne told him, “We’re running a tab.” Sporty stuffed the rest of the burger in his mouth, then went to the counter. He came back a minute later with a large orange soda. “You been thinking about tomorrow?” he asked Roxanne. “Yeah, I’ve been thinking about it…” “Hey Sporty,” Clover said, interrupting her, “Let me ask you something.” “Yeah, what?” He reached for another burger. “Why do so many black families have macaroni and cheese for Christmas dinner?” “Because it’s good as hell. We still have all the regular shit, turkey and mashed potatoes and cranberries and all that.” “Pumpkin pie or sweet potato?” “What do you think? Sweet potato pie.” “What kind of stuffing?” “Cornbread.” “Just plain?” “Fuck no, my mom puts Jimmy Dean sausage in it.” “Damn!” Clover exclaimed. “Listen, if this silly bitch don’t want to come to your mom’s house for Christmas dinner can I come?” “You can both come as far as I’m concerned.” Roxanne laughed. “That’s actually a pretty good plan. If your mom spends five minutes with Clover, she’ll think I’m little miss sunshine.” “No, she’ll think you’re a dumb bitch who thinks Santa only has eight reindeer.” “Rudolph doesn’t count.” “Damn, you back on that shit?” Sporty said, rolling his eyes. Clover slipped out of the booth. “Fuck you both,” she said, standing up. “Hey everybody,” she shouted, “I’m taking a Christmas survey. How many reindeers does Santa Claus have?” There was murmuring throughout the room. The big goth kid was counting on his fingers. One of the parking attendants was quietly singing Rudolph The Red Nose Reindeer. His friend said, emphatically, “Eight.” The goth girl said “Nine, if you count Rudolph.” “Rudolph wasn’t one of the originals,” he replied. “So where did he come from?” “Gene Autry.” “Dead white man,” she muttered. The man who had been singing said, “The Night Before Christmas guy gave them their names.” The skinny goth kid glared over the back of the booth at him. “But who said he was in charge of fucking reindeer?” “He wrote the goddamn poem!” “They didn’t know about Rudolph then!” “Isn’t it nice to see how the holidays bring people together,” Roxanne said to Sporty. “All right,” Clover said, clapping her hands together. “Let’s put it to a vote. How many people say nine?” She raised her hand and the goth kids and the old lady joined her. “Who says eight?” Roxanne, Sporty, the parking guys and the old man raised their hands. Clover looked at Sporty. “Put your fucking hand down, man, your vote don’t count.” “Why don’t my vote count?” “Because you ain’t hoping to get any pussy from me tonight.” “You got that right,” he smirked. Roxanne turned in her seat. “How many people say ten?” They all looked at her, perplexed. No one raised a hand. “That’s your cue to sit down and shut the fuck up,” she said to Clover. Clover looked around with a frown, then sat without saying anything more. Sporty looked over his shoulder and said, “Who thinks Die Hard is a Christmas movie?” Everyone raised their hand. “Goddamn right,” he muttered. Roxanne nudged him with her elbow. “I need to go to the bathroom,” she said. He stood up and let her go by. The parking lot guys were getting up to leave. They thanked her for the burgers as she went past their table and wished her a happy holiday. One gave her a big hug. At least he didn’t try to cop a feel, she thought as she went into the women’s bathroom. When she opened the door to come out a few minutes later, Sporty was standing in front of it. “You know how cute you look in that hat?” he asked. “Do you know how desperate you sound when you try to sweet talk me?” “Nah, I ain’t desperate. It’d be alright if you don’t want to go tomorrow. I get it. But don’t go saying you weren’t welcome to go, because you were asked.” “Okay, that’s fair. It’s just that it’s a big step.” “You got to take steps if you want to get anywhere,” he said. She put her hand on his shoulder and kissed his cheek. Looking past him, she did not see anyone watching them. She gripped the waist of his pants and walked backward, pulling him into the bathroom. Sporty pushed the door shut behind him, and let Roxanne tug him across the room until her hips bumped against the edge of the sink. Roxanne leaned back, looking up at him and biting her lip. He gazed down at her, his hands on her hips, and kissed her. She kissed him back, but then turned her head. “At some point,” she said, “we have to talk about where we are going.” “We do,” he replied, “but we ain’t got to do it right now.” She draped her arms over his shoulders and they exchanged a long, hard, tongue swirling kiss. Sporty’s hands moved to her breasts, squeezing and caressing them, while Roxanne dropped her hand down to rub his stiff cock through his jeans. “I think you’ve got something you want to give me for Christmas,” she whispered. “I don’t know,” he said, “I don’t think you’ve been a very good girl.” “Do you want me to be a good girl?” “Aw, hell no,” he said. He took a half step back, seized her waist and spun her around to face the sink. Her Santa hat fell off, landing in the basin. He ran one hand down between her legs and cradled her chin in the other. “Look at you,” he whispered in her ear. Her glasses had slipped down her nose. She pushed them back into their proper position and gazed at herself in the mirror. “Look and see what I see.” Roxanne looked at his eyes in the mirror as his hand rubbed and squeezed her pussy. “Don’t look at me, look at you.” She stared at her own reflection, resisting the temptation to watch as he unfastened her jeans and pushed them down over her hips. But when his fingers slipped inside her, she leaned her head back and kissed the side of his neck. His fingers probed deep into her, his thumb played with her clitoris. She reached back and rubbed his crotch. She fumbled at his belt until he gently pushed her hand away and undid it himself. Roxanne felt his cock bump against her ass, then slip down between her thighs. He placed his hand between her shoulders and gently pushed her down until her elbows were on the sides of the sink. She picked up her Santa hat and put it back on her head. Sporty kneaded her ass, then spread her thighs, pressed the head of his cock into her pussy and began to fuck her with long, smooth strokes. Clover snickered when she saw Sporty disappear into the women’s bathroom. Get your figgy pudding, girlfriend, she thought, don’t go until you get some. She walked to the counter and got a refill on her Mountain Dew, then stopped and listened for a minute. The sound wasn’t loud, but she could hear them in the bathroom. They were definitely fucking in there. As she walked back to the booth, she saw the goth girl looking toward the bathroom. She glanced up at Clover with a smirk. Clover winked at her and sat back down in the booth. A few minutes later, the skinny goth kid leaned close to the window and peered out. He wiped away the condensation with his sleeve and looked again. “Fucking cops,” he muttered. “What cops?” Clover asked. “Cop car just pulled up.” “Oh, shit,” Clover muttered. She looked toward the bathroom. She couldn’t hear Roxanne and Sporty where she was sitting, but there was no doubt that when the cops walked in, they would. They had to walk right past the bathroom to get to the counter. One of them might even go into the mens’ room. She thought about warning them somehow, but didn’t think there was enough time. That was confirmed when she saw the cops approaching the door. She had to do something. Just as they reached the door, she began singing at the top of her lungs. You better watch out, you better not cry, you better not pout, I’m telling you why. The goth girl looked up at her and immediately realized what she was doing and joined in. Santa Claus is coming to town. The cops walked in. One was an older man. His eyes and shoulders both drooped. There’s another guy doesn’t want to be working on Christmas Eve, Clover thought. His partner was a young, thin black man. They walked right past the bathroom to the counter. He’s making a list, He’s checking it twice. The other goth kids joined in the singing. He’s gonna a find out who’s naughty and nice. The old couple began to sing along. Santa Claus is coming to town. The two cops stood by the counter, looking around the room. Julio approached the cash register. The older cop leaned in and spoke to him. Julio pointed to Clover and the cop looked over at her. He nodded, then spoke to Julio again. He sees you when you’re sleeping, He knows when you’re awake He knows if you’ve been bad or good, So be good for goodness sake Julio handed each of the cops a bag of burgers and a cup of coffee. Now get the fuck out of here, Clover thought, but instead of leaving they walked toward her. The older cop held out his hand. “Awfully nice thing for you to do, ma'am,” he said. The other customers kept singing. Clover shook his hand. The younger cop shook with her as well. They turned toward the door, tipping their hats to the older couple as they went by. The older cop walked out just as the customers were finishing the last chorus, but the younger cop turned and went to the counter. He held out his open bag toward Julio. “Could you toss a couple of ketchups in there?” he asked. Julio nodded and dropped a handful of packets in his bag. “Thank you, Merry Christmas.” he said, then waved to the customers. “Merry Christmas, everyone.” He took two steps toward the door and stopped and looked toward the bathroom. Clover could hear Roxanne moaning from where she was sitting. He looked around the room. “Does anyone know who is in there?” he asked. “Yes, officer,” Clover said, “That’s my friend. I’m afraid she ate a few too many of these gut grenades. You know what they can do to your digestion.” “Yeah, we all been there once or twice, I suppose,” he said. He went to the door and started to open it, then stopped, obviously listening to the sounds emanating from the bathroom. He turned and looked Clover in the eyes. An amused expression crossed his face. He winked at her and walked out. Roxanne had already come twice when she heard the singing. She thought it was just in her head until Sporty paused between thrusts and muttered, “What the fuck is that?” “Jesus, don’t fucking stop,” she groaned. “Oh, you need some more of this dick?” “Goddamn it, yes, Sporty, fuck me.” He gripped her hips and began slapping his loins against her ass harder. She braced her hands against the mirror and shoved back against each plunge of his cock. “You getting kind of loud,” he told her. She dropped her head and her Santa hat fell off. She grabbed it and bit down on the white felt ball to keep from crying out. But after a minute or two, she let go of it, unable to keep from moaning loudly each time he jammed his cock deep inside her. She looked up at him in the mirror. Their eyes met, and the look of passion on his face pushed her over the edge into another orgasm. Before it subsided, she felt him stiffen, jerk his cock a few more times and withdraw, as his hot cum ran down the inside of her thigh. “At least they stopped that fucking singing,” Sporty said as Roxanne cleaned herself up. He picked up her Santa hat from the floor, brushed it off and stuck it back on her head, then unlatched the door. “Hold on a minute, babe,” Roxanne said. She raised her face and kissed him. “I’d be happy to go to your mom’s tomorrow.” “Damn,” he said with a wide grin, “All I had to do was fuck you real good?” “You always fuck me real good.” “Then I will always get my way, right?” “Don’t push your luck,” she said, opening the door. As they came out of the bathroom, the goth kids were walking toward the exit. “Merry Christmas. And thanks,” the girl said. “Yeah, thanks,” skinny kid said as well. The big kid stopped, looked at Roxanne and held his fist out toward Sporty. “Yo,” he said, “You da dawg, bro.” Sporty bumped fists with him. “Fucking white kids,” he muttered, chuckling. They slipped back into the booth, where Clover was waiting for them with her arms crossed and a smug expression on her face. “What was that singing?” Sporty asked. “That was me saving the you two fuckpuppies from spending Christmas in the slammer.” “What are you talking about?” Roxanne asked. “A couple cops came in here while you were getting your stocking stuffed. We were singing so they wouldn’t hear the noise you were making.” “We weren’t making that much noise.” Sporty laughed. “Girl, you loud as hell.” The old couple came to their booth and thanked them for their burgers. “Merry Christmas,” the man said, shaking all their hands. “There is a special place in heaven for you ladies,” the woman said. As they walked away, Clover said, “You think there is a special place in heaven for us?” “If we died tonight, we might at least be able to make a case for it,” Roxanne said with a shrug. “And by next week, we are fucked again.” Julio came out of the kitchen with a damp rag and wiped the table where the parking guys had been sitting. “Hey, Julio didn’t vote,” Clover said. She called to him. “Julio, how many reindeers does Santa Claus have?” Julio looked at her with a perplexed expression. “I don’t know,” he said. “You know, like in the song. Dancer and Prancer and Donger and Blitzkin…” “Donger?” Roxanne asked. Julio shrugged. “I don’t know that song.” “You don’t know it? What the fuck country are you from?” He stared as her and said, “Colombia.” “Oh. Shit. Sorry, I wasn’t trying to be rude.” “She doesn’t have to try,” Roxanne said, “It’s her default mode.” Julio shook his head and returned to the kitchen. “Give the brother a break,” Sporty said, “He’s from South America. What the fuck he gonna know about reindeers? Ask him about llamas, he’ll probably tell you everything you ever wanted to know.” “I can’t think of anything I want to know about llamas,” Clover shot back. “But I do feel kind of bad for the guy. I mean, he’d have had a lot easier night if we hadn’t come in here and bought burgers and shit for everybody.” “It’s his job,” Roxanne said with a shrug. “Yeah, and we fucking threw a fit because we had to work on Christmas Eve.” “You threw a fit. I didn’t.” “You didn’t like it.” “No, but I acted like a fucking grown-up about it.” “Yeah, but you have to act like one because you don’t look like one.” Sporty looked in the bag. “Anybody want this last burger?” he asked. Roxanne and Clover shook their heads. Sporty bit into the burger, swallowed and said, “You feel so bad for the guy, why don’t you do something nice for him for Christmas?” “Like what?” Clover asked. “Like what the fuck you think?” Sporty asked. Clover looked at him for a minute, then tipped her head to look past him. Julio was wiping off the service counter. “He’s not a bad looking guy,” Roxanne said. “Well then, why don’t you go do it then?” Clover asked. “I wasn’t a twat to him.” “Besides,” Sporty said with a grin, “she already got hers.” “I ain’t gonna fuck him in the bathroom,” Clover said. Roxanne laughed. “The bathroom is clean, at least.” “You don’t think I will do it, do you?” “Bitch, I stopped trying to figure out what you would or wouldn’t do about the time you set my boyfriend’s car on fire,” Roxanne said. Julio disappeared into the kitchen. “Fuck both of you,” Clover said. She got up and followed him. “Hey, Julio,” she called. He was standing at the dish sink and turned around at the sound of her voice. “Listen, dude,” she said, “I hope I didn’t say anything that offended you or got you upset or what not. That’s just me clowning around.” “It is fine. I understand.” “Well, I think we put a lot of extra work on you tonight, coming in here and disrupting and shouting and singing and all.” “No, it is fine, Missus.” “Well, it’s Christmas and all that. I’d like to maybe give you a little something for your trouble…” Julio waved his hands. “No Missus, we are not allowed to except tips.” “Yeah, I wasn’t talking about giving you money.” She looked around and saw an open door at the back of the kitchen. She walked to it and peered into a dark room. “What’s in here?” she asked. “That’s the manager’s office.” Clover walked in and flipped the light switch. A large flat top desk against the far wall nearly filled the room. There was a faux leather swivel chair in front of it. Clover plopped down into it, spun around, and put her feet up on the desk. Julio stood in the doorway, looking nervous. “The manager does not like anyone sitting in his chair,” he said, “No one is allowed.” “But you’re the assistant manager right?” “Si.” “So when he ain’t here, you’re the fucking manager and it’s your chair.” “I do not think so…” “And I am your guest, so I can sit in your chair.” “Missus,” he said, “I know it’s a foolish rule but I need this job.” “Do you think I’m gonna tell anybody about this?” Julio looked at her with a puzzled expression. “About what, Missus?” “First of all, stop calling me Missus. Then come over here and find out.” She sat up, put her feet on the floor and patted the top of the desk. Julio leaned back and looked around the kitchen as if he suspected someone might be lurking there. Clover patted the desktop again. “The boss told you not to sit in his chair, but he didn’t say shit about sitting on his desk, did he?” “No. I suppose he did not.” She pushed the chair back until it banged into the wall. “So have a seat.” Julio bit his lip, seeming lost in thought, then sat on the edge of the desk. “Dude, lose that dumbass apron.” Julio reached behind his back and untied the apron. Before he could pull it over his head, Clover had his belt unbuckled. He watched with an expression of amazement as she deftly unsnapped his waistband, yanked down his zipper, and pulled his cock free. “Do all the men in Columbia have big dicks?” she asked as she wrapped her hand around it. “Si,” Julio said, “It is well known in Latin America, Missus.” “You call me Missus again and I might bite it off,” she said. She flicked her tongue at the head, then wrapped her lips around it and began to suck. Julio briefly lifted his hips from the desk and tugged his pants and shorts down to his thighs. Clover cupped his balls in her left hand, massaging them, while her right hand stroked his shaft. She took it in her mouth again, but almost immediately, she heard a chime ringing. She raised her head and asked Julio, “What the fuck is that?” Julio had a look of panic on his face. “Someone is at the drive-through,” he said, “I must go serve them.” He started to rise, but she put her hands on his hips and pushed him back down. “No, fuck that,” she said, “Stay right there.” She got up and rushed to the dining room. Roxanne and Sporty were sitting in the booth, kissing. “Hey, you fucking lovebirds, I need help here,” she shouted. When they looked at her in surprise, she said, “There’s somebody in the fucking drive-through. Either of you guys ever work at a fast food place?” “I worked at Burger King in high school.” Sporty said. “Well, pry Roxy’s hand off your whopper and get the fuck in here and find out what they want.” She disappeared back into the kitchen. Roxanne and Sporty looked at each other and shrugged. “I’ll give it a try,” Sporty said. He slipped out of the booth and headed toward the kitchen, Roxanne following close behind. “It’s like somebody told Santa they wanted a shit show for Christmas,” she muttered. Sporty went to the drive-through window and looked around. “Fuck. I don’t know how to use this touchscreen shit,” he said. “Can you at least talk to the guy?” Roxanne asked. “Yeah, that shit looks the same. Hold on.” He was distracted by the sounds coming from the manager’s office. “What’s she doing in there?” he asked. “Sounds like she’s sucking his dick.” “Damn, she’s loud, too. Sounds like somebody got a rag stuck in their wet-vac.” He pressed several buttons on the communications panel, but nothing happened. He fiddled with the volume knob, and clicked the headset on and off, all to no avail. Suddenly, he was startled by a blasting horn, and looked over to see a white pick up truck right outside the window The driver, a large, red faced, bearded man, was glaring at him. “Honey, I don’t think that’s Santa Claus,” Roxanne said. Sporty slid the window open. “I’ve been out here trying to order for ten fucking minutes,” the man shouted. “Yeah, sorry about that,” Sporty said. “We got some kind of computer problem.” The man looked past him at Roxanne. “Looks to me like the problem is you’re having some kind of party in there.” “Naw, she’s the manager. She come in to try to fix it.” “So why isn’t she fixing it?” “Sir,” Roxanne said, “I’m sorry, but there is nothing we can do about it until the tech guys get here.” “I worked to midnight on Christmas Eve. All I wanted was some burgers for when I get home.” “I’ll see what I can get for you, no charge.” She went to the grill. There were onions simmering in the corner and pre-cooked patties in a warming pan. She found a package of buns and put a half dozen on the grill to brown. The man tapped his fingers impatiently on the door of his car. “This is some bullshit,” he barked at Sporty, “You got something for me or not?” “Roxy is fixing it up right now.” “The manager’s name is Roxy?” “Yeah, she was named for her grandmom.” Roxanne’s glasses kept steaming up from the grill’s heat. She did her best to assemble the burgers, but one got no onions, one had triple pickle and some were drenched with mustard and ketchup while others got no more than a drop or two. She boxed the burgers, stacked them in a bag, and handed it to Sporty. “About time,” the man grumbled. “What about a Coke? I need something to drink.” “Coming right up!” Roxanne said with a big smile. As she poured a Coke from the dispenser she thought, I hope those burgers give you the shits, asshole. Sporty handed him the drink and cheerily said, “Merry Christmas, sir.” The man growled. “Yeah, right. I guess the two of you can get back to whatever you were doing now.” “Thank you, sir,” Sporty said, “But we already finished that. Appreciate the thought though.” The man glared at them, muttered something underneath his breath, and drove off. “What did he say?” Roxanne asked. “I didn’t catch in, but I think one of the words started with an F and one with an N.” “Feliz Navidad?” “Most likely not.” “Should we figure out how this works, in case someone else pulls up?” “How long Julio gonna take getting his nut?” Roxanne shrugged. “Hold up,” Sporty said, “I got a better idea.” He walked to the back door, opened it and, looking outside, flicked a couple of light switches on the walk. “There you go,” he said. “What did you do?” “Turned off the outside lights, so the place looks closed.” Clover took Julio’s cock into her mouth until she felt his pubic hair tickling her nose, then swallowed. That will keep him from trying to go see what’s happening in the kitchen, she thought. When she was out of breath, she rose up, releasing his cock with a loud popping sound. She circled the head with her tongue a few times, then dove down and swallowed again. It was late, she was tired, her jaw was starting to ache and her belly was rumbling in complaint over its load of greasy hamburger. She sucked in her cheeks as hard as she could, and Julio exhaled loudly and raised his hips from the desk. As she lifted her head, Julio spurted into her mouth. She swallowed most of it, then picked up his apron off the desk and wiped her face with it, surreptitiously spitting out the rest of his load. He leaned forward, his head hanging low, while he recovered his breath. Clover stood up, and loudly burped. “Sorry about that,” she said. Julio stood, pulling up his pants. “It is okay, Missus.” They walked into the kitchen. Julio immediately noticed that it was dark outside the drive through window. “You friends, I think they turned off the lights,” he said, “I will have to turn them on and to see what else they might have done.” “Okay, well, Merry Christmas, dude.” “And to you, Missus.” Clover turned away, but he added, “Missus?” She looked back. “Maybe you will come for hamburgers again.” Clover looked him over. “Yeah, I might.” Roxanne and Sporty were sitting in the booth when Clover returned to the dining room. Roxanne was leaning against him, her head on his shoulder and her eyes shut. Clover sat down across from them. “You guys about ready to go?” she asked. Roxanne sat up straight and stretched. “Yeah we might as well,” she said. Sporty looked out the window. “That sleet shit turned into real snow,” he said. He nudged Roxanne. “Let me up, baby.” She stood and he slid out of the booth. “Give me your keys,” he said, “I’ll get your car warmed up.” She fished her keys out of her purse and handed them to him as he put on his coat. Watching him walk out, Clover said, “When a man cleans the snow off your car for you, he’s getting serious. Especially if he does it after you fuck him.” “I think asking me to come with him to his mom’s house for Christmas shows that pretty good, too.” “So, stop being a fucking pussy about it. You think you’re going to find another nice guy who is obviously crazy about you and doesn’t give a shit what you do for a living?” Roxanne was silent for a minute. “It doesn’t seem likely, does it?” she said at last. They kissed again and Sporty said, “You know, I had a lot of girlfriends before, but I never brought one home with me on Christmas.” She patted his cheek, kissed him and said, “I’ve had a lot of boyfriends before, but I never fucked one in the bathroom at White Castle on Christmas Eve.” She kissed him on the nose and dashed to her car, calling, “See you tomorrow, babe.” “It’s about time,” Clover said, as Roxanne got into the drivers seat, “I’m freezing my tits off over here.” “That’s because they’re fake.” “Probably. They should’ve come with like a heater option.” “I wish I’d known it was a problem, I would have got you one for Christmas.” Clover reached across the console and squeezed Roxanne’s hand. “Merry Christmas, Rhonda,” she said. Roxanne felt her eyes moisten. “Merry Christmas, Charlene.” The last display before the park exit, the grand finale, was a great arc of lights over the road. On the left, Santa rode in his sleigh, overflowing bags of gift boxes and teddy bears behind him. His reindeer stretched along the arc, their legs blinking in a dance across the night sky. At the right end of the display, Rudolph’s nose glowed like a beacon. “Nine!” Clover shouted, “Bitch, count ‘em! nine fucking reindeers!” “Rudolph doesn’t count.” “He counts in this town.” “Why? Because Parks and Rec says he does?” Clover sat back, her arms crossed over her chest in triumph. “Nine fucking reindeer,” she smirked. “Eight,” Roxanne muttered. “Nine.” “Eight…” By  MelissaBaby for Literotica

Tonight we’re presenting some of our most beloved, humorous, and explicit poems about Christmas night intimacy. All are spoofs of the most classic Christmas poem of all time. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. The Black Knight Before Christmas by  The Mad Splatter, recited by Sonia. ‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house Not a creature was stirring, not even my spouse; My panties were hung on the bedpost with care, As my fingers parted my soft pussy hair.My pussy I fingered while all snug in my bed, As visions of huge cock danced in my head; My tit in one hand, and squeezing my nip, I moaned and I groaned, while my muff I did grip. When out on the lawn I heard a faint sound, I popped out my fingers from my wet and hot mound; And naked away, to the window I dashed, Tore open the drapes as the yard I did flash. The moon on my breasts was a sight to behold, Showed my smooth white skin and red nipples so bold. When, what to my wondering eyes should appear, But William, our black neighbor, who I’ve wanted all year, With an ass like a rock and muscles so thick, I knew in a moment I’d found my hard dick. While rubbing my pussy I suddenly came, As he whistled and shouted, and called me by name; “Now, Susan, you minx, you hot little vixen! It’s time that you knew what you’ve always been missin’! From the tip of my rod to the sack of my balls I’ll make you forget your drunk husband, Paul!” His words, they made my fantasies fly; And I slid both my hands between my wet thighs; And started to spread and rub my bare lips Now slick from the promise of a huge, black dick. And then, in a twinkling, I heard a loud knock, And knew at the front door awaited my cock. I threw on my robe and sped down the stairs, Hot for the stud who awaited me there. When I opened the door, he wasted not a moment; Entered the room and tore off my garment; And dropped to his knees, put his face in my snatch; My pussy lips burned, as hot as a match. The nub of my clit he held tight in his teeth, His fingers he rubbed on my slit just beneath; I squeezed my huge tits, nipples dark as a cherry, And his tongue was now stabbing my pussy so furry. Hearing my breathing had become quite quick He knew it was time to show me his prick. He pulled down his pants and exposed his firm belly, And his long, thick tool to which I said, “Oh, Billy!” It was chubby and plump, and hard in my hand; When it slid in my mouth, he barely could stand; So a chair I soon found and gave him a seat; I straddled his cock and ground on his meat. He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work, And filled up my pussy, then came with a jerk, And sliding his finger inside of my ass, I came on his lap and slumped with a gasp. I slid off his cock, and fell to the floor, And licked the last drops of cum like a whore. And he finally exclaimed, with my mouth on his rod, “Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good…oh, oh my God!!!” And To All A Good Lay  by  foehn. Recited by Connor. ’Twas the night before Christmas, and down in my drawers, my creature was telling you, “Get on all fours!” You’d already laid down your stockings with care, and come to molest me in my easy chair. The kids were all upstairs and sleeping at last, and now it was “us” time; not slow, but not fast, You unbuttoned my britches and pulled my pants down, and up sprang my elf with his little pink crown. He trembled and twitched with desire that was spastic, desiring our session of love to be drastic. Tenderly, gently caressing my shaft, you leaned close to kiss it, just driving me daft! By flickering firelight, its head disappeared, when all of a sudden, the thing that I feared, The most about Christmas Eve night came to pass, as Santa Claus plopped on our fire, on his ass. Our fire was extinguished and smoke filled the air, as Santa jumped up with, a burning derriere. I took in the view with a wilting erection, and wondered “What’s wrong with our burglar detection?” Santa was hopping and howling in hurt; I pulled up your favorite plant from its dirt, And taking the pot, knocking over my rum, I ran up to rub, the wet soil on his bum. The fire was put out, and the poor old elf sighed, to think that this Christmas, he well could have died; And when he spied you, collapsed naked and weeping, I couldn’t help think, that he shouldn’t be peeping. When I recognized the odd look on his face, I reminded him, he had invaded our space. “And now come to think of it, where are the toys? “Surely you’ve brought some, for our little boys.” I walked to the closet and chose a warm blanket, to cover your butt with. (she wanted to spank it.) He walked to the chimney, and reaching within, unsnagged his bag, which fell down with a din. “Quiet” I said: “Must you make such a clatter?” He smiled just to say, “ that Nothing’s the matter,” and then just to prove to me nothing was wrong, he tossed you a shiny new silicone dong. He stashed the boys’ presents, all under the tree, and turning he gave me, a new DVD; there were pictures of hot sexy, things on the case, and one of them seemed to be wearing your face! He gave a big wink, walked right out the door. I locked it behind him and glanced at the floor. where you looked so peaceful, all comfy and bare. beneath the big blanket, now covering you there. I stripped off my clothes, laid down at your side; you were already giving, your new dong a ride! And what had gone limp from our rude interruption, now perked up quite nicely, and stood at attention. I reached for your free hand and guided it where; it could find my “north pole,” sticking out in the air. and I heard Santa shout, as he left on his sleigh, “Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good lay!” Her Night Before Christmas by Ug. Recited by Natasha Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house. No creature was stirring, not even a mouse. The stockings were worn by the woman with care, She’d too much to drink, passed out on the chair. The woman who should have been snug in her bed, the whiskey and vodka, gone straight to her head. And she lay there snoring, empty glass on the floor, so drunk came she in, she’d forgotten the door. When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter, Another drunk wandering, home in a stagger. To her door he did wander, and gave it a push, Then fell he inside when his foot caught a bush. He spied a light on, in a room and did wander. looked inside the door, and hence he did ponder. Now who was this woman, sitting there in his chair. This woman with such sexy flowing blonde hair. He reached down to give, her shoulder a shake, but the young buxom woman, just wouldn’t awake. He tried a bit harder, and gave her a jostle. which didn’t awake her, but made her breasts tossle. The drunk seeing breasts, seductively quiver. decided to cup one, still she did not shiver. Now with his right hand, he slipped down her dress. and finding her nipple, an interesting quest. He moved his left hand, and placed on her thigh. and feeling the silks, he pushed his hand high. Over the stocking tops, onto warm skin, to her panties and under, his fingers sank in. He gripped at her panties, and pulled them aside. and with his free hand, then parted her thighs. And moving between, her legs he did shove. Unzipping his pants, to fuck his new love. He then pulled her ass, to the edge of the chair, His dick found it’s way, through her pubic hair. and into her pussy, his dick did so slam. then pulled back slightly, to repeatedly ram. He pounded her pussy, and groaned as he shoved. Her pussy felt great, like a hot little glove. She still was asleep, unaware of the world, so he carried on fucking, his sweet Christmas girl. He pushed her legs back, up over her head, And deep in her womb, his pulsing dick fed. He started to grunt, whilst having his fun. Then into her belly, shot all of his cum. He held himself still, til catching his breath, and pulled out his dick, his balls had none left. He wiped off his cock, on the hem of her dress, and zipped himself up, though she was a mess. He spoke not a word, but went straight to the door, before looking round, til he finally swore. “Oh fuck” he soon hissed, “this isn’t my home!”, then crept from the house, and left her alone. He swayed down a path, his legs wobbling so, soon slipped on some ice, and landed in snow. But I heard him exclaim, passing out like a light, “Happy Christmas to all, and a fucking good-night!” T’was The Night Before Christmas by LostNlove. Recited by Emily. It was the night before Christmas; And all through my house. The Candles were glowing; And I was quite soused. The fire was warm; And so was the brandy. As I wrapped up the gifts; I was feeling quite randy. I sat in my nightie; Short silky and white. Hoping when Santa showed; He’d enjoy such a sight. Then top of the stairs; I heard a deep groan. It sounded familiar; I let out a moan. I turned round to see; And what do you know. There stood my Santa; His shaft in a bow. I saw that red ribbon; Round that cock so hard. And jumped off the couch; Without self regard. When he saw I was tipsy; He laughed and came down. I untied that bow; And wrapped my lips ‘round. Oh, what a present! I’m one happy wench. I sucked it then faster; my nipples he pinched. I rose to my feet; L and licking my lips. Then, held mistletoe; while he gave me a kiss. We moved to the couch Where he laid me back. And thrust in his cock; All the way to his sack. When my hips rocked he said; Oh You like that I see.” I said, “Yes all though better; On the floor on my knees.” “No problem my dear; Anything that you wish. But first come here; Give me one more kiss.” I kissed his lips softly; Then I got on the floor. He teased so I begged; “Santa please give me more.” He lifted my nightie; Up over my ass. As he gave it a slap; I let out a loud gasp. “I’ve watched you this year; You’re so naughty but nice.” He shoved it in deep saying, “Now, let’s do this twice!” I slammed back against him, As he slammed into me. I didn’t yet notice; Rug burns on my knees. I moaned and I came; my juices did flow. he pounded yet faster; deep as he could go. I came then again; and convulsed quite a bit. My fingers pressed hard; On my swollen clit. As I came I could feel; His dick start to swell. He smacked on my ass; And I let out a yell. “For when you were naughty, that will suffice. and now here is something; For when you’ve been nice.” He grabbed my hips tight, And his cock shot a pop. I soon came again; begging please do not stop. His dick throbbed and squirted; I thought I might scream. Oh the wonderful pleasure; Of Santa’s hot cream! We collapsed on the floor, His hands in my hair, Then asleep by the fire, Without any care. As he was leaving; Before the sunlight. “Oh my darling; You’re such a delight!” Twats The Night Before Christmas by  VeryHappyHubby. Recited by Thomas. Twas the night before Christmas and on our street block; Nothing was stirring, except for my cock. Her panties were hung by the chimney with care, I had a good feeling she soon would be bare. I was horny and naked all snug in my bed, While visions of big boobs danced in my head. With the wife in her nightie, and I full of luck, I had my heart set on a Christmas eve fuck. When out by the hearth there arose such a noise, It sounded like girls and could not be boys. Away to the Christmas tree I flew in the nude, We might have guests, I couldn’t be rude. Moonlight from the window cast a warm glow And gave my firm cock a good reason to grow; When, what should appear through my old reading glasses, But eight college girls, and their really firm asses, With little shy giggles, so lively and quick, I knew in a moment they wanted my dick. I was shocked then thought, they had to be bluffing, But I whistled and shouted, as they stripped down to nothing; “I’m Dana I’m Heidi I’m Amber I’m Shelly! I’m Ali I’m Erin I’m Stephie I’m Nellie! From their g-strings and bras that they bought at the mall,  They stripped And Stripped And stripped it off all!” There were eight pairs of tits and pussies to match, My big throbbing cock, wanted a piece of this snatch; So before me now stood, eight naked co-eds, I was anxious to learn who would first give me head; And then with a smile, Amber sought for my dick, The rest formed a line, as she gave me a lick. Each girl sucked my cock, as I fondled her tits, While each girl behind her all played with her clit. My wife dressed in fur, from her tits to her crotch, Said this was from her, and she wanted to watch; A sack full of toys she brought for the girls, It was full of vibrators with one made of pearls Their eyes how they twinkled, Their pussies how merry! Their tits were like melons, their clits like a cherry! The girls grabbed their vibes, as I sat on the floor, They pleasured each other, but all wanted more. Each girl took a turn and came over to me, They mounted my cock by the light of the tree. Some fucked me quite slow, and some fucked me fast, My biggest concern was how long I would last. Their boobies were big and their pussies were wet, I had fucked them all but I wasn’t done yet. With a wink of her eye and a squeeze of her breast, My wife let me know that she would be next. They spoke not a word, gathered ‘round real quick, and watched how it’s done, as my wife worked my dick. She lowered her pussy right onto my rod, We fucked and we fucked, as I shot out my wad. Of all the pussies my wife’s was the best, My cock was now tired and needed a rest. With my wife still horny, and claiming it’s early, She climbed off of me, and reached for a girly. She licked every breast and sucked evry nipple, My smile was so big and showed off my dimple. She moved to their clits, and then one by one, Each girl did orgasm, until they were done. With evry girl limp and could take nothing more, They eventually dressed and went for the door. But I heard my wife shout, ere they drove out of sight, “Merry Christmas to all, see you tomorrow night.” Tinder Christmas Eve By HarryDNewhouse Recited by Aria Twas the night before Christmas, nothing good on TV. So I went onto tinder, feeling kind of hornie. My kinky companion, was up for some fun. I sent him a message, to tell him he’d won. “Christmas gift wanted, I live all alone. No soul to consort, but my cat and my phone. I want you to dress, in the robes of St Nick. I’ve been very naughty, so don’t make it quick. There’s a window unlocked, in the room at the back. It opens with ease, for you and your sack. I’m off to sleep now, in my sexy silk nighty. Oh and by the way, I can get a bit fighty!” A mince pie and brandy were left on the table. Along with a note, ‘Fuck hard if you’re able!’ Well imagine my shock, when later that night. I’m rudely awakened, by hands grasping tight. My mouth was all covered, a beard scratched my ear. ‘Santa’s here slut, and you’re going to pay dear’ I struggled beneath him, but couldn’t get free. His breath was mince pies, with a hint of sherry. Was gagged by the stocking, I’d hung with such pride. Wrists tied with red ribbon, as I lay on my side. My night dress was lifted, my body left bare. Face pushed in the pillows, firm hand held my hair. The slap to my bottom, made me stifle a moan. Spanked by a man, who’d invaded my home. By the tenth I was writhing, all tingling and sore. If not for the stocking I’d be begging for more. Many strikes later, he decided to rise. I then felt hot wax, drip onto my thighs. It seemed like forever, He toyed with me there. Pain mixed with pleasure, in well-practiced flair. ‘You’re such a bad girl, you deserve only coal. Now open your legs, and I’ll choose me a hole’. Candy-cane in my ass, was a tingling surprise. A wide one at that, brought tears to my eyes. Removing his belt, pants fell to the floor. ‘Here’s Santa’s north pole, now take it you whore!’ His cock drove me wild, and I churned and I shuddered. ‘I’ll ruin you slut’, was all that he muttered. Pulled up on my knees, he pounded and pounded. Fapping & clapping, his testicles sounded. A Christmas orgasm, is always quite nice. We had many that night, and disturbed all the mice. Exhausted and broken, my hands were untied. He reclaimed his trousers, and away he did ride. But before you should ask, ‘was this only a dream?’ I awoke the next morning, to signs that I’ve seen. A candy cane sat, in a drained brandy glass. And I knew it was real, from the pain in my ass. Beside hung a stocking, so full and so swollen. Coal was its contents, my innocence stolen. I yet was astonished, on tinder to find. ‘Sorry I can’t make it, I hope you don’t mind’. Thus read the message, from my kinky friend. That beard did seem real, Happy Christmas, The End. NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS: PARODY By Eurika. Recited by Ryan Twas the Night Before Christmas, and all through the house’ Downstairs I was yearning, and clicking my mouse. Her stockings were flung on the end of the table, But I was alone watching porn over cable. I pulled out the lotion and rubbing my cock. To shoot my load in an old ragged sock. From the upstairs, came a noise so gay, I jumped from my chair, seeking some randy play. I dashed to the bedroom, flung open the door’ to see my wife kneeling, down on the floor. For a moment, arose such a hot burning, Seeing my lusty wife, my anger was churning. A little old man, she was sucking his dick. He was dressed in all red, Oh God it’s Saint Nick. His eyes were a twinkle, his cheeks were all red. My wife was below him, and giving him head. She stopped rather quickly, looked worried & caught. I wasn’t upset though. I thought it was hot! He said, “I have checked, I checked my list twice. She has been a bad girl, but you’ve been quite nice.” I gave them a smile, and nodded my head, Then old Saint Nick took her, and threw her in bed. He pulled off her nightgown, her boobs bouncing free, He turned her round so she, was looking at me. Her eyes grew much bigger, as he gave a lick, She moaned rather loudly, when he pushed in dick. At first he was slow, til she started to cum. He then fucked her hard, until she was done. He rubbed her bare ass, and gave it a smack, And then pulled out shooting, his load on her back. He gave a thick laugh, and a jolly, “Ho ho.” He pulled up his pants, and started to go. “Thanks for the quicky, alas I must leave. It’ll be a long night, many more wives to see.” Out of his sack, he pulled a sex toy, we giggled in glee, and both filled with joy. We looked out the window, her pussy still wet. he got in his sleigh, then took off like a jet I squeezed her ass hard, in the pale moonlight. She owed me a threesome, Damn what a night!“ Kay’s Christmas Worship By drive me wilder. Recited by Clara Twas the night before Christmas, and the family was fed. Now Kay on her knees, gave Troy some great head. Kay fondled his balls, as he slurped and she licked, Giving him love, as they waited for Nick. Teasing his tip, then taking him deep. Both knew that this night, they’d not get much sleep. Laid out on his back, and watching her bob. His bride and her mouth, now licking his knob. It shined and it glistened, all covered in spit. She loves this good man, and she’ll never quit. Now standing and kneeling, a new point of view. Her loving like this, is giving and true. Her hair in his hands, he guides her full stroke. Sometimes very deep, without any choke. Her fingers they tickle, then fondle a ball. He’s one lucky man, tonight he stands tall. Picking the pace up, and starting to moan. There’s no stopping now, he’s in the hot zone. It’s starting to build, there is no turning back. His spunk is preparing, to leave his nutsack. Rope after rope, His love juice explodes. And lands on her tongue, in hot heavy loads. And looking at him, with those loving eyes. His love for this woman, for her he would die. His babyfood hangs, off her chin and her nose, A squeeze of her tits, since they’re wearing no clothes. She closes her mouth, He knows what’s to follow, One look at her throat, as she tilts back and swallows. She worships his cock, her love pole her toy. She stands and he holds her, his heart full of joy. For now it’s all over, his heart is in bliss. More sweet dreams await, while they both reminisce. Donna’s Night Before Christmas By Gaurd. Recited by Molly. ‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house. Not a creature was stirring, not even my spouse. My stockings seductively, laid on the chair, In vain hope he’d take me, right then and there. But he was all snuggled, and tucked up in bed. While visions of fucking, danced in my head. Despite my silk teddy, the impotent chap! Had whiskeyed his brains, for a long winter’s nap. When out on the lawn, there arose such a clatter. I sprang from the bed, to see what’s the matter. Despite my attire, to the window I flew. Whoever was out there, sure got a nice view. In the glowing full-moon, my breasts were on show. I sure looked seductive, when viewed from below. And what to my wondering, eyes could I see. But a jolly odd man, gripped staring at me. I thought for a moment, my mind played a trick. But I knew at that moment, it must be St Nick. More rapid than eagles, and then to my shame. He whistled and shouted, and called out my name! "Now dash to it Donna, my darling my cupid. Come on my vixen, don’t try to look stupid. Come down to the porch! And open the door! Now dash and come down! I want to see more! With a shake of the head, I pulled closed the curtain, I must have been dreaming, of that I was certain. Despite my frustration, I got back to bed. 'Twas then that I heard, some noise overhead! I flew out of bed, downstairs made my way. Dressed in no more than, my pink negligée. Then To my amazement, In trembling I found. The chimney shoot creature, came down with a bound. He dressed all in fur, from his head to his toe. Whilst me in my silkies, gave him quite a show! Up I was bundled, and flung on my back. He open his suit, and showed me his sack. His eyes-how they twinkled! his dimples how merry! It looked he’d already, been hard at the sherry! My eyes were drawn downward, to the big bulge below. My best Christmas gift, he presented to show. The shaft of his cock, was long & was chubby. Much longer and thicker, than that of my hubby. But a wink of his eye, and a twist of his head. Soon gave me to know, I had nothing to dread. He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work. Grabbed hold of my panties, & gave them a jerk. He pulled the damp crotch. moved to the one side. He filled up my cunny, I stretched open wide! His gift was so large, I nearly had cried. I came more than once, from his big woody ride. And then out he pulled, and over my belly. He shook and he blasted, as out came his jelly! He sprang to his feet, got back in his gear. And then up he flew, to his waiting reindeer. And I heard him exclaim, as his team flew away. "Merry Christmas Donna, you’re such a good lay!”

Santa makes sure I belong on the Naughty List. By svb missive kitty. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. My name is Cat, and as many of you know I live in a fancy condominium development, for a college student, overlooking one of Michigan’s famous lakes. It was on this bustling cold December night I happened to realize it was Christmas Eve. Our tree was out, my roommate and her own dog away with family, but I and my border collie Avy sat alone watching the dark waves crash outside our building. “Well,” I sighed, “Even if no one else will see me I can have my own Christmas. And dress myself up for my own fun.” Truth is, I was horny and wishing I had someone to invite over for the night. Does that make me a slut? Maybe. Christmas night is a special night for screwing one’s self silly.  “Dear Santa, Is it too late to write a letter and get on your gift list? All I really want is a good fuck.” I muttered just barely audible to myself. Skipping to my bedroom the first thing my fingers found was my signature kitten choker collar, complete with a round golden bell. Giggling a bit I fasten it, thinking of all the famous stories of reindeer and jingling bells around their own necks. Next I strip down to bare nothing’s, save for my thigh-high hosiery, and dig through my favorite gear. I feel like being dominated. I should have planned ahead for this night. There’s something wonderful about walking around a spacious luxury condo  in the nude, with all the windows open. Dimming all the lights throughout the place and lighting some candles, I start getting the supplies for a hot bath, just as soon as my cookies are done. The buzzer startles me just as I finish lubing up a cherry red diamond plug. It’s larger than normal but such a beautiful ruby red; and hell! It’s Christmas!. I slip it inside me and bite my lip hard to keep in a moan, although I don’t really have to, since I’m alone. On the way out of the closet, I impulsively grabbed my fur jacket. The feel of fur on my naked tits, is indescribable! I walk through my apartment naked except for the few accessories. The choker’s bell jingles as I bend down wiggling my ass for the world to see, as I remove the cookie sheet from the oven. I see an older couple returning from Christmas mass and walking past my back patio, toward their front door. They didn’t see me, but I still got a rush from that idea that they could have The minute I turn around, I swear my heart drops. And so do the hot pan of cookies, onto the counter at least. “Ho. Ho, hoe…” he says, staring at me through the bushiest set of white eyebrows and curly beard I’ve ever seen. I’m shaking, how did he get here? Who the hell is this, guy, anyway? And why is he dressed like Santa? “Who are you?” I say with a raspy voice, I’m embarrassed but at the same time my inner woman is more excited to see such a festive gentleman taking in my naked appearance. We’re only separated by the counter, and I flinch when he reaches towards me, only to realize he’s grabbing a moist cookie. I watch him carefully, like an outdoorsman, peel off his heavily used black gloves, resting them on the counter. I watch his manly hands reach for a cookie. His eyes are such a bright blue, reflecting that inside he is youthful and wild still. My nipples suddenly erect and perk at attention, I can’t help but squeeze my legs together and feel the plug inside my tight ass. “Down to business then.” He says, as he wipes crumbs from his furry lips and finally looks at me again. “Cat. You’ve been naughty this year.” He smiles knowingly. I can’t help but stare at my feet. “I Hadn’t planned on any gift for you.” Crap, I felt like he was privy to every secret of my inner soul. I started to blush, but he added; “I sensed a whispered wish from this home, a couple minutes ago, as I was finishing up next door.” Then he looked at me with a horny grin; “You told Santa that you want a ‘good fuck’?  Maybe you should ask yourself what a naughty girl like you deserves!” “Very naughty. Get over here.” He instructs standing by the picture window, next to the Christmas Tree. Immediately I follow him back into the living room where he must have found his way in from my fireplace. The window drapes are open and the full moon streams into the candlelit room, my dog still asleep in her bed by the tree. “On your knees if you want to be on Santa’s good side.” He’s more dominant than I could have ever imagined, his heavy black boots thump behind me. He tossed my fur jacket to the couch as I sink to my knees facing away from him, in front of the big window. My breath is more than gone, I’ve never been so exposed to a stranger. The sound of a heavy belt being undone, zippers down, pants dropping. I swallow the thick saliva in my mouth, I know I’m drooling and not just because of the smell of cookies but the reality of Santa Clause behind me, going to punish me. Because I am a bad, bad girl. I flinch when I feel his big strong hands along the side of my neck, but he soothes me, my breasts are prickled with goosebumps in fear, yet he rubs my shoulders silently. Pushing my long black hair to one side he suddenly yanks it back so my head is thrust back, I look up at him, gasping in fear more than pain. “Turn around now girl.” He orders. I’m facing him, facing the part of him that juts out stiffly. He’s buck naked and hairy. He’s built like a lumberjack and has just enough of a belly to prove he is the real Santa. His cock is larger than I could have imagined, and it’s only seconds before he pulls my head to it. Yanking me by my hair it’s seconds before the whole fat engorged cock head is in my mouth and I’m slipping and sliding the head around my twirling tongue. His cock head is fatter than his tapering shaft. My mouth was straining to open wide enough for his head, but as he descended my throat, my jaw relaxed more.  The feel of a large stiff cock in my throat is indescribable. I’m no longer actively making love to his cock. I’m simply a hospitable host to his magnificent phallic idol. He’s making passionate love to my orifice. I know better than to gag but I let him use me, fucking my throat with such a grace and passion. My mouth is his now, his thick drool covered balls slap against my chin. Each thrust feels farther down my throats than the previous. I can taste his manhood’s precum on my tongue & sliding down my throat. The bell on my choker keeps jingling, creating a warm moist, Christmassy feel. I’m wetter than I’ve ever been, I stare up at him over his thick belly, wondering if I could make an offering that would appeal to him. It’s like he reads my mind, & his cock pops out of my mouth with a wet smack. He swings his cock back & forth across my lips, leaving a surprisingly sweet syrup of pre cum. But I’m not surprised, he is the real Santa after all. “Do you really wish to wipe yourself off my Naughty list?” He questions, holding my hair tight again. I know not to disobey him. I want to be both naughty and nice. “Yes sir!” I whimper, a small twinkle of tears gather at my eyes, I’m panting, breasts heaving. “Then beg.” He pulls me to my feet & over to the end of the couch. I keep my hands behind my back and bend over the armrest in front of him, I rest against the couch and moan a little, knowing my exposed cherry anal plug must be winking at him. “Please, put me on your nice list.” I pant. He makes me wait. I’m shaking in anticipation, but I wasn’t expecting it when a harsh and angry belt smacks down on the pale flesh of my ass cheek. “Oh!” I cry, hands falling in front of me to get a better grip on the couch. His thick Christmas belt make a raspy noise as he draws it back and strikes again with a heavy wap! I moan so loudly I pray the neighbors don’t hear, but the heat rises to my cheeks, I’m enjoying this punishment more than I would have expected. Two more waps! And it stings so bad all I can feel is my juices between my pussie lips. The stings go straight to my screaming clit nerves. He drops the belt with a thump and I suddenly feel the much softer fingers tracing the cherry ball of my ruby plug. “Very festive.” He grumbles happily. I hear the rumble of his hearty laugh. I want more than anything to shove something, anything thick, up my aching pussy. “Please.” I beg, closing my eyes and gripping the couch for dear life. He obliges, firmly placing his meaty hands on my pale hips I feel him position that giant head at my sopping cunt opening and thrust his way in. My bell jingles loudly when I throw my head back in ecstasy. Sweat beads at my forehead as his hot belly presses against the small of my back. His cock reaches so far into me that my clit is burning with need. Begging for anything to rub against it to give me release. I’m aching against him, pressing my pussy back to meet him at every smack, I’m completely his. I’ve never been so thoroughly used like this. His cock has no mercy, and he has no intention to get me off, I’m his toy, his Christmas toy. I am asking him for forgiveness and he’s fucking it into me hard. His massive engorged balls slap heavily against my clit in a rhythmic beat. I’m panting, screaming in ecstasy as I feel a climax mounting. His balls are now tormenting my enflamed clit. I feel his hands move to my shoulders as he grunts, it doesn’t take him long, his fingers rub the crease of my neck tightly and all at once he leans over me & groans so loudly into my ear, his beard lightly scratching my back. He presses a single kiss against the back of my neck, and I feel his already enormous pole grow and ground so hard into me that I can feel his thick swollen balls against my cunt lips. He presses my hips firm against the armrest, but used his manly hands wrapping under my arms to hold me up & grope my soft needy breasts, my pierced nipples cry out to his muscled and calloused hands. He cums, hard and thick. Blasting my cervix at point-blank range. He grunts into me as he repeatedly expels all his cum out into my hungry pussie. A couple more hard thrusts later, he releases me into a crumpled mess dropped down on the couch. I’m panting so hard, feeling what might be the aftermath of a reamed out cunt. This immortal man has the cock of a god. “Very nice.” He says, laughing humbly as he pulls his pants back halfway up, the belt left undone. “Clean it up girl.” He instructs. Quickly I’m back to my knees under him, under his spell. His cock is veiny and dripping in front of me, a single teardrop of white sits at the head begging for my lips. I oblige and wrap my lips around the head, sucking lustfully at his pole. It’s so surprisingly sweet-tasting, magical almost. I’m pushed away after cleaning it off. I don’t dare look up at him again as he redresses. I mean to catch a glimpse of his face once more, but by the time I gather enough of my wits to stand, face him, and thank him, all that is left in his place is an additional present. A single perfectly wrapped gift that I know was not there two minutes ago. As I stand, a thick stream of almost glittering white cum dribbles out of my used cunt, but I’m still hot & horny, ready to cum again. I wait, and pick up the package. I love Christmas, and all the traditions, so I check, it’s 12:00am. I grin, merry Christmas Cat! Ripping open the wrapping paper I find the box contains a thick belt, just like his, I’m delighted beyond belief. Now I can beg anyone to spank me just like Santa did! This will be the best present yet this year, and the best addition to my toys. Underneath the new belt is a candy cane, thick and red striped. I grin. It’s a more moderate girth, to fit inside me, and with the sweet cum of Santa still creamy inside me, I use it as lube to fuck this candy cane inside me, it takes only a moment, but I’m on the couch again, legs spread to the world, rubbing the button of my clit softly until I can imagine Santa’s face between my legs. I’d planned to pleasure myself in a hot bath, but fucking in the moonlight with a demi god is a thrill of my lifetime! And I cum. Crying out to the world, my juices flow and my pussie groans for something to continue fucking it. I finish cumming and slide back to the floor covered in wrapping paper, leaving a last faint jingle from my choker. Boy, how I love Santa Claus. Maybe next year I’ll be on the naughty list again! Santa knows. By svb missive kitty for Literotica

Preciousness is only revealed to one worthy of such things. By Erozetta. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. What’s a girl to do when everyone has been hinting that her boyfriend is going to propose in front of his family on Christmas Eve?  Then, upon receiving my gift, instead of a ring I found a note. Not a promise of a ring to come, but a note folded to fit into the slot of a beautiful ring box that read: Rin, I’ve thought long and hard about this. I know you were expecting something else, but I think we should see other people. We’ve always been on different paths and I don’t think long-term is going to converge those two wildly different walks of life. I would appreciate it if you kept up appearances until after we leave my family gathering. They’re expecting me to propose, but I just don’t feel it’s the right move with you. We can pretend this is a placeholder then part after we get back home. So sorry,             Tommy I didn’t pretend.I lifted my gaze to him as he had the gall to kneel on one knee in front of me while his family looked at me expectantly. The tears in my eyes were quickly found to be the unhappy variety as I said, “Are you fucking kidding me, you asshole?” Pushing him away from me, I dropped the note and box on the floor in front of one of Tom’s brothers as I fled the cabin where his family was celebrating Christmas Eve. I noticed, during my escape, the oddly placed mistletoe hanging in the door frame past the front entrance. I was the only unrelated person present at this gathering, the image of expectant kisses should I get caught by his family under the decoration made me irrationally angry. I slammed the door behind me before running out into the snow. Mortified and put on the spot, I didn’t really care where I went or how heavy the snowfall was. I headed down the driveway without grabbing my coat, or even my shoes. My heavy wool socks became soaked as the snow melted around my feet and I jogged away with tears burning my eyes as the cold wind threatened to freeze the evidence of heartbreak to my face. James, Tom’s youngest brother, ran after me, quickly catching up and grabbing my hand to stop me. I pulled out of his grip and fell into the soft snow, laughing at the absurdity of the whole thing. James leaned over and picked me up. My protests fell on deaf ears as he lifted me over his shoulder and carried me back toward the cabin. I hit his back, pushed off of him, squirmed and tried to get him to drop me, but he held onto me with ease. He might’ve been Tom’s younger brother, but he certainly wasn’t smaller or weaker than the man I thought I was getting engaged to. “Put me down!” I snapped amidst a choked sob. James sighed and dropped me back to the ground a few hundred feet from the cabin, “It’s freezing and there’s nowhere to go for five miles in any direction unless you want to hang out with some lonely old local men that probably wouldn’t even see you as human or a grizzly or two, should you decide to venture into the woods. My brother’s an asshole, but the rest of the family ain’t. Mom sent me after you and everyone is tearing into Tommy for breaking up with you the way he did.” I looked up into the sky as large fluffy snowflakes landed on my face and eyelashes, “So, are you offering to let me sleep in your bed instead?” I asked without shifting my eyes to him, “Or I can share a bed with your parents, I suppose.” “Tommy’s on the couch, you’re getting his room,” he replied with zero emotion to his tone. “Why’s mistletoe hanging in the doorway?” I asked as James grabbed my hand and pulled me back to my feet before putting his coat over my shoulders. “What?” “I’m the only one in the house that isn’t related to anyone else, so why hang mistletoe?” James huffed, “We don’t actually use it. Mom likes how it looks.” I laughed, “Well, maybe I’ll put that to the test and hang out under the mistletoe. See if anyone’s willing to bite and help me get back at your brother.” The scowl that had been lingering on his face faded to a smirk as he glanced up at the house, “Is that an invitation to taunt my big brother, Rin?” My gaze lowered over his frame, “Older brother, J. Not so sure he’s the bigger brother.” We headed back to the cabin, but before we went inside, he turned me and planted a gentle kiss between my cheek and the corner of my lips. “My brother’s an idiot,” he whispered as he turned the knob and pulled me back into the warmth of the cabin. Tommy’s mom was pacing inside the front entry and grabbed me, pulling me into a big hug. James stood aside and tilted his head as he watched me accept his mother’s apology for her oldest son, “Dorin, I’m so sorry Tommy did that to you…” “Rin,” I said. “Please, Irene, call me Rin? I kinda hate my given name.” The older woman smiled and took my hand, “My goodness, you’re freezing. Let’s get you into some dry clothes.” I glanced back at James and smiled as his mother walked me through the front entrance and under the mistletoe. Wasting no time, he grabbed my hand and pulled me away from his mother. His lips were soft and wet on mine. They were also much warmer than mine as he closed his eyes and his tongue passed between my parted lips. Irene stared, her jaw-dropping open as her youngest son planted a much more intimate kiss than I’d anticipated on me. My hand lay against his jaw and cheek and I drew in a deep breath as he released me. James’s gaze broke from mine and he turned to his mom, planting a kiss on her forehead. “She was under the mistletoe,” he said as he walked back into the living room. He smiled as he endured the penetrating glares of his other brothers, his father and a few aunts and uncles while Tommy scowled at me. Oh, he didn’t like that. I smiled and Irene led me through the front room and into Tommy’s room, where she closed the door and tilted her head. “Do… Rin,” she corrected herself, “I’m not happy with what Tommy did, but I also don’t like the idea of taunting him with his younger brother…” I looked at the older woman as I opened a drawer and pulled out dry socks and warm pajamas for myself, “Then you should talk to James about it because I didn’t know he was going to do that.” She nodded and left the room as I gathered the things I needed to shower. My fingers went up to my lips once she left, that wasn’t only a show for his brother. There was something behind that kiss for James and I really wanted to know what. I showered while the family bickered. After my shower, I changed into my pajamas and went out into the living room. Sitting by the fire warmed me up a little more. I was by myself on the floor, uncertain of how to handle the giant pink elephant in the room. The feeling of pity emanating from Tommy’s family was suffocating, but I didn’t want to hide in the bedroom for the rest of this trip either. Their cabin was basically a log-mansion with giant windows giving breathtaking views of the Rockies, conifers and snow along steep ridges as far as the eye could see. Which wasn’t far on that night as the storm was kicking up and limiting the view to the few trees surrounding the cabin. Tommy and Rick, one of his brothers, sat on the couch behind me. Their youngest sister, Jaime, came over to sit next to me as James sat on a chair nearby and one of their uncles stared at me from the front entryway, where the mistletoe hung. Leering old pervert. “You can do better than any of my brothers,” Jaime said as James came over to the couch and leaned over, swatting his sister on the head. “Ow,” she snapped with a laugh, “it’s true and you know it.” “Doesn’t mean you have to lay it out for her,” he retorted as he glanced at me. A soft blush covered my cheeks but the orange glow of the fireplace covered it. Jaime was older than me by a few years and younger than Tommy by a dozen. She was also James’s ten-minutes-younger twin sister. My attention turned back to Tommy, but he intentionally looked anywhere but at me. It was dumb of me to think a suave and successful thirty-five-year-old was about to propose to a naive and immature twenty-year-old. But my family and friends thought it was going to happen. I’d been dating Tommy for a couple years and it started off with people calling me Tommy’s flavor of the month. Nothing but a barely eighteen-year-old piece of arm candy to his friends and co-workers. Six months in, I graduated to flavor of the year. After a year there were whispers that he was getting serious about me. None of his other relationships lasted more than a few months at a time. As the two-year mark approached, the whispers of proposal began swirling even among his friends. I should’ve known better. I shouldn’t have gotten my hopes up, but I did. It was easy to get into the mindset of that being a possibility since he’d never wanted to bring me to his family gatherings before. What else would make him change his mind about bringing me? Proposing made more sense than bringing me there to publicly dump me. “It’s a bunch of dull old people bragging to each other. You’d hate it,” he’d said the year prior. Thinking the next year would be no different, I’d already made plans with friends when he called me up and asked me to come to the cabin with him to meet his family. Maybe that was the problem, they all liked me right away and started teasing him that I could do better even while I clung to his arm our first day there. It didn’t take me long to start relaxing around them while it took a few dozen dates for me to get comfortable around him. Did he feel threatened by me liking his family? He had a ring box, so the ring had to be around somewhere, he simply changed his mind before giving it to me. Maybe he didn’t want me to get comfortable with his family. I’d ruined it by joking with them instead of finding them to be the insufferable bores he made them out to be. I lay my head on Jaime’s shoulder, “Would one of his sisters be more worthy of me?” I asked. Never felt a person stiffen so fast before. She stammered as she pulled herself away from me. James moved down to sit beside us. Jaime’s cheeks were almost crimson and her eyes were wide as a deer’s in headlights. I smiled, “I’m teasing. I’m only kinda into girls.” Tommy had sweat building on his forehead as I glanced back at him, “Into them enough to put on a show for Tommy’s birthday this past year, though.” James put his hand on mine, “Oh, really?” he asked as he smiled at his brother, “Did you know part of this gathering will be celebrating my birthday?” “And mine,” Jaime said as she hit her brother’s knee, “so don’t get any gross ideas about a show…” James smirked, “Maybe a private show? A boy only turns twenty-three once in his life…” “Twenty-three isn’t a special birthday,” Tommy snapped as he came around and took my hand, pulling me from between the twins. I yanked my hand away and fell onto my hands and knees before I lifted my head to look at him then turned to his brother, “When’s your birthday?” “Twelve forty-one AM,” he said with a smile. “Christmas Day?” I asked. James nodded and Tommy reached out to me again and I smacked his hand away from me, “I’ll wear a fucking bow,” I said before I got up and went into Tommy’s room alone. I didn’t hear the whole argument, but I know Jaime got between them more than once as she whined for them to knock it off. I should’ve gotten upset at Tommy for trying to control my interactions with his family after he broke up with me. But, honestly? I was horny from sitting between the twins and kinda enjoyed the idea of James’s interest in me making Tommy jealous as fuck. Though, while I lay in Tommy’s bed my mind was less on my ex being an ass and more on offering his younger siblings myself as a piece of ass. I fantasized about putting on a show for the twins where both took an intense interest in me. Making myself a tantalizing present for each of them as their hands and lips explored my body and I took my time with theirs. The thought of lying between them, James behind me and Jaime in front, her brother pushing into me as I kissed and fondled his sister was tantalizing. The icing on the cake, of course, would be Tommy sitting on the sidelines. His cock in a cage and unable to turn away as his siblings got me off in a way he never had. At least, not in a way he ever had without help from one of his side dishes. I guess it should’ve been a clue that I didn’t get off unless he brought a girl home for me to help him fuck. Or, maybe it should’ve been a clue that he was bringing home girls for me to help him fuck. I was naive enough that when he said he wanted me to try new things I believed him. The girls he brought home were always older than me and often treated me like a pathetic little cunt until he finished with them and instructed them to get me off while he watched. Thinking you’re in love can blind you to the most obvious red flags, I suppose. I didn’t want to lower myself to Tommy’s level of meaningless use of people for his own pleasure. But, I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t intrigued by the idea of using James to get even with Tommy. I fell asleep with my mind on my ex watching me suck off his youngest brother, which led to a plethora of inviting dreams. I only felt partially asleep when a hand curled over my hip from behind and lips came down on the side of my neck. My thoughts were on James, but as the fingers slid beneath my pajama bottoms, I noticed they were slender, dainty. Then the moans against my neck were soft and feminine, as well. With my hand on theirs, I pulled them into the bed with me. I turned over, still in a fog of sleepy haze, to see Jaime biting her lip, her fingers frozen on my mound as her big brown eyes conveyed her fear of rejection. I reached out and ran my hand over her cheek, pushing her hair over her shoulder as I did so, “I don’t love you or anything,” I said. She nodded and lowered her lips to mine, “Not asking you to love me, Rin.” Her voice was much deeper than I knew it to be. Something felt off as she lifted her eyes to meet mine and her thigh pressed between my legs while her fingers lowered, parting pussy lips and rubbing along either side of my clit. I closed my eyes and fought off a shiver. Her fingers were delicate and teasing. Jaime’s head tilted to the side as I opened my eyes and watched her smile grow as her fingers entered me. “What do you want, then?” I asked, staving off a loud moan by whispering in a breathy exhale. She brought her lips down by my ear and pressed her knee to me, pushing her fingers tighter against my aching pussy, “To warm you up,” she whispered before kissing my jaw. My hips lifted to her hand, grinding myself against her palm as her thigh pushed tighter to me and my knee rubbed against her. My eyes fluttered between open and closed as my gaze lifted to her, “Warm me up?” I asked. She nodded then looked over her shoulder, “We want to make you forget all about Tommy, Rin.” James stepped forward and climbed onto the bed behind me. His fingers turned my head to him and his lips were on mine in a flash as I moaned. The bed depressed again and I opened my eyes mid-kiss to see Rick and Nate, Tommy’s other brothers, climbing onto the bed. They pulled the blankets off me and helped their sister get my pajamas off. But, it was James who grasped my jaw and made me look at him as he brought his lips back to mine and parted them with his tongue. I turned over to him and began to grind on his knee. He smiled and moaned as his hand grasped the back of my neck. I moaned and felt him smile as he pushed closer to me, my thigh rubbing against the hardness between his legs. His deep voice was gentle in my ear, “Are you awake, Rin?” I was awake, I was certain of it. The feel of Jaime and the other two brothers faded and James’s moan against my ear made me force my eyes open. My pajama-clad thigh was rubbing against his, still clothed, cock and my hands grasped his hip and behind his neck. The rocking of my hips seemed involuntary as I pressed myself to James’s thigh, grinding myself against him. He pushed my hair from my face and a blush crossed my cheek, “I didn’t expect you to pull me into bed with you,” he whispered as his lips brushed against my cheek. “I what?” “You were tossing and turning in your sleep, tears on your cheeks, so I put my hand on your shoulder to wake you up. You pulled me into the bed and started grinding on my thigh,” he groaned and I realized I still was. “Sorry,” I whispered and started to pull away from him. He grabbed my hip and pulled me back to him, “I didn’t ask you to stop. I wanted to make sure you were awake. It felt like I was taking advantage without being certain.” “I…” James brought his lips to mine again and pulled my body tighter against his thigh as I resumed grinding myself against him. My own thigh rubbed against his cock as his hips matched my movements. A moan escaped my lips and he groaned as my hips bucked against him. My body trembled as he held me against him. When his lips pulled away from mine he pushed my hair away from my face again, “Feel better?” he asked. My cheeks were burning hot as my gaze connected with his. A quick nod made him smile. He was still hard against my thigh and he started to get up but I grabbed his hip and held him there, “I lied,” I whispered, “I don’t feel better yet.” My hand slid over the waist of his jeans and along his lower stomach, “Rin…” his voice was soft as I unfastened his jeans and slid my hand into his underwear. He groaned as my hand wrapped around him and stroked upward, “I don’t think you feel better yet, either,” I whispered as I looked up at him. James reached down and helped me get his jeans down around his thighs as his lips came down on my neck, “I’m close though,” he whispered as his lips dragged along my ear. I slid my body down his leg until my lips were even with his cock. I didn’t anticipate how close he was as my gaze locked on his and I took his cock into my mouth. His cheeks flushed red and his hands grasped my head and neck, guiding me to take his dick as he groaned. My eyes watered and he yanked me down, the head of his cock lodged against the back of my throat as his dick twitched. A salty-sweet rush flooded my mouth. My stomach tensed as I swallowed, taking both the thick fluid and his cock into my throat. His moans got louder and his hands trembled as he gripped my hair. After a moment his grip eased and I pulled my lips from him, gasping and wiping the rogue trail of cum from my face as he smiled at me. James grabbed me and pulled me up into his arms, “My brother’s going to hate me,” he whispered. “Your brother’s going to be jealous. I never let him cum in my mouth.” James ran his fingertips over my cheek, “Is that all you never let him do?” A smile crossed my lips as I looked into his eyes, “I never let him fuck me without a condom on. Your brother’s a bit of a slut.” He turned with me and got me onto my back, his hands ran over my soft pajamas before he undid the buttons on my top, opening it to reveal my breasts to him. My fingers curled beneath his balls and his lips came down on my right nipple. Between his sucking and the way my breast fit in the curve between his thumb and forefinger as he lifted and groped the lower swell, he made me ache for him. James’s hands moved down my body and grasped my pajama bottoms, pulling them down my hips. He didn’t even get them past my knees before his lips were on me and his tongue curled over my clit. My hips lifted to him and I gasped as he smiled. His fingers pushed into me as his tongue flattened and wriggled against the swollen and sensitive flesh. My hips rolled against his lips and my moans became a little louder before he lifted himself up my body to kiss me again. His mouth was wet with my flavor and I groaned as he pulled away from me. “Can…” “Fuck me, please?” I begged as I grabbed his hips and pulled him to me. He got my pajamas around my ankles before he climbed between my thighs and pushed himself into me. His lips were on mine, muffling my cries of ecstasy as his thick, bare dick pushed into me. The weight of his hands on my hips made me whimper. He pulled my body to him as much as he pushed into me. “James…” I whispered as his thrusts became hurried and his grip on me tightened. His lips muffled me but I couldn’t help but moan, “God, fuck me.” His hips bucked into me and my hand slid between us, rubbing my clit as he kissed me and groped my ass. James lifted me to him and his lips moved, biting down hard where my shoulder met my neck. I cried out, my body trembling as my thighs gripped his hips and my pajamas fell off of one foot. My pussy rocked against him, pulling him deeper as my cunt contracted on his dick, squeezing and milking his cock into me as it twitched and he grunted in my ear. We collapsed onto Tommy’s bed, James’s dick still deep inside me as I stroked the back of his head and he kissed my neck. “Am I still dreaming?” I asked in a breathy gasp. My heart raced and sweat dripped along my body. His sweat or mine, I wasn’t sure. James lifted his head, a big smile on his face as he rubbed my ass, “I really hope not because if you’re still asleep, I’m in trouble.” His fingers trailed over my cheek as he looked up. I followed his gaze to the mistletoe that was now pinned above my ex-boyfriend’s bed. James’s lips came down on mine, “I guess,” he said before kissing me again. “We have to,” another kiss further delayed his comment, “uphold tradition ourselves.” My chest rose and fell in rapid succession as I tried to catch my breath. I blocked him from kissing me again, which made his lips shift course until they latched onto my neck. His biting and sucking on my sensitive skin was distracting. “This isn’t a relationship,” I said as his hips pressed against mine. His hand slid up my outer thigh as he pulled me a little closer to him. “It will be,” he whispered before his lips connected with the back of my jaw. “No,” I moaned, “it’s only rev-revenge,” I groaned as I felt him begin to rub in gentle circles between us, caressing and teasing my clit with his thumb. “It feels so good, though,” he whispered as his hips pushed toward mine again. He wasn’t hard, but his lips connected with my neck again and I moaned. “Just…” he bit hard and I winced, “just revenge,” I repeated. “Just revenge,” he said in a softly mocking tone as his lips trailed back to mine. A gentle kiss to my lower lip before he pulled away, looked into my eyes and said, “You feel so fucking good, though, Rin,” made my heart flutter as a few tears streaked from the corner of my eyes. I didn’t want this to be anything more than revenge, but he was finding it extremely easy to work me into wanting more with him. He was starting to get hard again and his lips came down on my left nipple as his hips began slow thrusts, “Rin,” he said as he closed his eyes and bucked his hips toward mine, “What else wasn’t my brother allowed to do with you?” “He…” I groaned as his hips hit against my thighs hard, “wasn’t allowed to…” My hips lifted and met his thrust, making me whimper and tighten my fingers on his shoulders. “Yes? What wasn’t he allowed to do that I am?” My head shifted and I looked him in the eye, “Harder,” I choked out. His hips thrust harder against me and I whimpered as my body arched beneath him, “Something tells me you let him fuck you hard, Rin. What wasn’t he allowed?” I gasped and lifted my hips. His thrusts were powerful and deep, pushing his brother’s bed against the wall with each connection of our hips, “I don’t know,” I cried out. James pulled out of me and turned me onto my hands and knees before pushing himself back inside. His dick hit deep and hard and my hand grasped behind his neck as he fucked me, “Was he allowed to have pictures of you, Rin?” I shook my head and he bit down on my shoulder before lifting his lips to my ear, “Am I?” An especially hard thrust made my knees weak as I trembled and a sudden rush of fluid sprayed from me, “Yes,” I moaned, “Fuck yes…” My voice trembled as he held me to him, unloading more cum into me as he sucked on my neck and grasped my body. James pulled me firmly against him, my back tight to his chest. With his arm around my chest and my head leaning back on his shoulder, he took photos of us. Many of his photos had his lips on my cheek or neck and my lips partially open with my eyes closed. He lowered his arm from my breasts and opted to tease my throbbing clit as I shivered, causing his cock to fall from me and a flood of his cum to fall onto his brother’s bed and my thighs. He let go of me and I looked over my shoulder at him. The corner of my lip caught in my teeth as I blushed at him, “Not just revenge, right?” he asked. I shook my head. James smiled and got off the bed, fixing his jeans before picking me up. I wrapped my arms behind his neck and lay my head against his shoulder as he cradled me. He leaned down and whispered to me, “You can sleep in my bed, Rin.” “Your mom…” I started, but he rubbed my hip as he pulled the pajamas off my other foot and left them on the soiled bed. “Will understand.” He carried me out of Tommy’s bedroom. Tommy was sitting up on the couch down the hall and James grasped me a little tighter, changing direction from the bathroom and moving toward his brother instead. My grip on James tightened as I was completely exposed from the waist down and had no doubt his cum was still leaking from and drying on my body. Tommy lifted his eyes as James carried me over and sat on the couch beside his brother with me still in his arms, “You can’t…” Tommy started before James cut him off. “Despite what you complained to me about the other night, she has no trouble orgasming and your sheets need changing if you want to sleep in your bed.” Tommy’s cheeks flushed red as he looked away from me and I scowled at him, “You said what?” I asked. “I never said…” Tommy started. “You told me ‘For someone so hot, she’s a cold dead fish in the sack.’ Was that to kill any interest Rick, Nate or I might muster up after you planned to break up with her? You knew she was going to be stuck here for days after you broke it off. Lonely, with three other guys she could hook up with on a rebound…” “She’s my fucking girlfriend and you’re my brother. You’re not supposed to go after her…” “You broke up with her, right?” he asked Tommy. Tommy scowled but nodded. James smiled, “She’s not your girlfriend anymore, then. For years you’ve given me nothing but hand-me-downs on my birthday. In all that time I never thought I’d genuinely say thank you for one. But thank you, big brother. I don’t think there’s a brand new expensive present available that will top your hand-me-down this year!” By Erozetta for Literotica

St Nick visits a woman after her holiday office party. By BR_imornery81. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. Okay, I admit it. I had drunk WAY too much at the Christmas party and had done some stupid things, but I never dreamed in my wildest dreams things would go to where they did!! I mean, I am glad I did not do anything really stupid in public and I am thankful that Jim and his wife drove me home, but what happened after the door closed and they drove off, just defies any rational explanation this morning. My husband, Bill; has been overseas working for the last two weeks and will not be able to fly back from China for another two months. To say it sucks would be the biggest understatement of the year!! We Skype and chat online and all of that, but I am so tired of sleeping by myself in our King-sized bed and worst of all, never feeling a man’s warm body next to me to curl up against; to press my boobs against. To make my lower lips wet and to make me shudder and… well, you get the picture.Before he left, we went to an adult toy store and to be honest, I was shocked. I had never in my wildest dreams realized there were so many different dongs, vibes fake cocks or whatever you want to call them!! Some, I have to admit, I stared at thinking either, “That would never fit ANY woman for pleasure or, “Now how the hell do you find any pleasure in THAT?!” But eventually, we found “Little Billy” as I christened him, and he was my substitute while “Big Bill” was in China. But Little Billy only left me more horny, and soon I started going out of my mind wanting sex!! I mean, it has only been three weeks and I cannot walk by a breathing male between the ages of 18 and 75 and not think, “I wonder how he is hung?” So when I was sitting on Santa’s lap for the department pictures, I vaguely remember putting my hand on the old Elf’s crotch and finding he was quite happy working that night!! In fact, while the camera person got everyone organized, I handled him to a full erection that I only barely kept from attacking right then and there!!! Unfortunately, Jim’s wife wanted to go home soon after the picture, and since they really were the only other people heading my direction, I piled into their car and accepted their hospitality. Actually, I acted like I was asleep and once we had driven five minutes I heard Bill start moaning, and then, after she looked back at me a couple of more times, “Mrs. Jim” took off her seat belt and was in her husband’s lap, sucking his cock like a noisy whore! I was so jealous, that I reached in my shirt and unhooked my front hooker and played with my D cup tits! I saw Jim’s eyes about bug out of his head and then he adjusted mirror as he drove with his wife giving him a blow job and I knew he was looking now at me. I slid my blouse off of my shoulder and ran a hand up my skirt and gave him a show above the waist while I came only seconds after he did and just a minute before he pulled into my apartment complex. I didn’t bother hooking my bra back up and just barely got my blouse closed before the Missus looked back at me to verify that I had not caught her. I played drunk and she put her seat belt on and a minute later we pulled to a stop in front of the apartment. I made Bill get out and “wake me from my "stupor”. And then he walked me up to my door. As we walked I whispered to him, “I wish your cock had been in my shaved pussy instead of your old wife’s mouth there, Jimmy.” He looked over at me and I looked up to see that we were not making eye contact. He was looking down at my chest, so I opened my shirt up for him to get a better look and said, “You could have had them, stud…” With that, we reached my door and I handed him my keys and he struggled to put the key in the lock. I laughed and once he got the door open, I moved into him as if to kiss him and said, “And here is what you could have had.” And with that I brought my left hand, still covered with the juices of my cum and pushed three fingers into his mouth. The bastard’s eyes flew open and then, despite his wife watching from 30 feet away, he sucked and licked my fingers clean before I laughed and went inside. With my back against the door, I turned the lock and ran the fingers that were only moments ago in my coworker’s mouth, back into the wet slit of my pussy and began frigging my clit furiously. I could feel the walls of my pussy clamping around the nothing that was there, and I ached for a cock. I could not believe how horny I was and then it was as if it was the first time. On the mantle was a peppermint stick, one of those white ones with red and green spiraling around it, about a good cock width around and 18 inches long. I will tell you what, Ole’ St. Nick had nothing on me as I ran to the fireplace, grabbed the hard candy and started to run it up between my now wet thighs. But then, I thought about all of that sugar and a urinary tract infection and… well you know, so it was off like a flash to the bedroom upstairs to get one of my husband’s “rump riding” rubbers. I peeled back the foil and rolled the condom onto the confectionery delight and flopped back on the bed to enjoy my own Northern Lights display. I don’t know whether it was the booze, having watched Bill and his wife go at it in the car, teasing him at the door or the using of something as innocent as a Christmas candy in my cunt, but within a very few minutes I was cumming as hard as I had for months even before my enforced abstinence!! In fact, it relaxed me so much that I drifted off to sleep, and this is where things get weird. The next thing that I remember I was naked and in my bedroom, but … somehow I was tied spread-eagle against the wall where the dresser sits. (I have no idea where the dresser went, but the mirror was still there, because I could see the room behind me.) That was when I saw Santa, standing in the middle of my bedroom and he had one of those old fashioned buggy whips in his hand. It was a flexible stick; maybe three feet long with a light-weight cord attached at its end and on the other end of the cord was a leather tassel that was swishing through the air with the casual flicks of his wrist. “Ah, you are finally awake. You have been very naughty this year Sandy Barber and with the price of coal, giving that to you would be a reward! So instead, I have come up with some different ways to handle the naughty girls this year!!” With that, he landed the first brush of the leather thong on my bare ass!! It really did not sting, but I jumped anyway,… just from the surprise of it. I heard a chuckle that I knew was the Jolly Old Elf’s, but I also knew was nothing like the one I had imagined as a little girl!! The leather touched my bare flesh again and again, quickly moving from my shoulders to my knees and back. Each one of the touches were not even mildly painful, but combined they caused my skin to warm and within a minute I was beginning to sweat and feel my flesh warm and become ever more sensitive to each lick. After a few minutes of non-stop wrist flicking, the sensations began to move more toward a mosquito and then a bee sting. I pulled and struggled to avoid the flashing whip, but I could not move at all. I looked in the mirror back at the man, and his cheeks were flushed and his brow, beaded with sweat. At the corners of his mouth, just beneath the handlebar mustache of white, a smile was just visible, as if he was concentrating deeply upon the task at hand, but the sheer enjoyment of what he was doing could not be hidden. Then he stopped and he moved up behind me and let the buggy whip fall to the floor. “Your skin blushes so well,” he whispered in my ear. Then I felt his hand at the top of the cleft of my ass as it slid all the way down between my hyper-sensitive cheeks. His finger only hesitated a moment as it made its way over the bud of my butthole. Before I knew what was happening, his fingers were opening the folds of my pussy from behind. “You are such a wet little slut, aren’t you? I guess we will have to set that in order too.” With that he stepped back from me and my wondering eyes beheld his enormous bulge with fear, as he undid the thick belt around his waist and folded it over. When I blinked again, I saw his belt shrink and it was only a little more than a couple of finger widths and maybe a foot and a half long. He then dragged the soft leather across my hypersensitive flesh and it reminded me of velvet, so soft. “You are going to like this, my child. You are going to like this a lot,” he breathed into my ear and I shuddered. Then he stepped back and with an underhand stroke, landed the leather strap on the bud of my asshole and it whipped its way underneath me, covering my whole pussy with a sudden snap and stopping just short of my clit!! I let out a squeal!!! I have NEVER associated pain and sex. I thought that such things were so opposite in nature that there was no way possible that they could ever go together. And yet I found myself panting as his slaps caused the blood to come to the surface of my most tender flesh!! I knew this could not be real, but I had no idea how I could ever dream up such mixed emotions and feelings. My pussy was on fire and I felt the folds of flesh engorge and swell, wanting to grasp and hold something deep within itself. After what was probably no more than a couple of minutes, the man in red went to my nightstand, where a glass of ice cubes sat. His fingers collected a piece of ice and then, crossing the room, he moved up right behind me and allowed a few drops of ice cold water to fall upon my hot ass cheeks. I moaned. The contrast of my warmed skin and the ice water was incredible, and I heard the moans from deep in my chest, boiling up through my very soul and out my mouth. What he did next was cruel, as he rubbed the frozen cube across my burning labia and I thought I would faint!!! Back and forth, up and down he moved the ice as I squirmed and moved but I was no match for my bonds. Then, without a word of warning he slid what was left back toward my puckered asshole and he forced the tapered icicle missile inside my dark passage!!! As I moaned under his touch, my tormenter leaned over my shoulder and nibbled upon my ear before saying. “You are even more naughty than I knew!! It seems this may require a little more effort than I thought at first.” He then trailed his tongue down my neck to where it flared out for my shoulders where he sucked a love bite before saying, “Yes, you need the North pole treatment.” He turned his head and said, “Boys, get the chairs!” I saw the two elves then over by the door for the first time. They were maybe four feet tall at the most, and very slim, but also unmistakably male, and they darted out the door in a flash, only to return a second later, each with a wooden, straight-back chair in their hands. As I watched, they placed the two chairs facing each other and then tied their front legs together so that it almost made a bench with chair backs at either end. Santa led me over to stand behind the chairs. (How did I get untied? It was a strange dream!!!) Without a word, the elves each took a length of ribbon and fastened my ankles wide to the outside of the chair legs. With a hand on my back, Santa pushed my torso forward and I found that the back of the chair was the perfect height for keeping my lower body straight. The elves, once again, quickly and efficiently went to work and in the twinkle of an eye, my hands were made fast to the back of the far chair by more Christmas ribbon. I looked back and down between my breasts, which hung large and free beneath me, and saw what I could not believe. With the belt gone from his suit, Santa’s pants had been kicked aside and my eyes saw the fattest cock I have ever seen!! I swear to God, the shaft was almost as big around as a can of beer and the head of his cock was even larger!!! “You are so wet, this should be a fun fuck my naughty girl.” I looked down and the elves were now sitting on either side of me the floor with their backs to the chairs. They had shed their pants, and one of them had my baby oil and was lubing up his cock with that, while the other was using my body lotion to polish his rod! Their cocks were normal in girth, but probably nearly 15 inches in length. They looked back at me, at just that moment and they laughed and rolled their heads back, right under my breasts and those little imps each latched deeply onto a nipple and began to suck my boobies down their throats!!! They sucked, in such a way that their tongues seemed to milk my nipples while their mouths and lip covered teeth clamped and pulled fluids from deep inside my body that had never been there before and I could almost feel milk spraying down their throats!! That sensation was interrupted as my lower lips were parted wide to accommodate the huge cock of old St. Nick. He paused only a moment… and then Santa began pushing his monster into me and I could, for a moment, understand what a chimney went through when the Jolly fat man with a sack of toys went down it! But from the sounds coming from the bearded man behind me as he worked himself deeper into my wet flesh, he enjoyed pushing himself into me far more than any chimney!!! He started slowly to move just a little in and out of me at first. But steadily he built the tempo and the thrust tempo into my body. I have never in all of my life felt so full!! At the same time, the two elves continued to do things to me with my breasts that no man or boy had ever done to me before. In fact, I think they could have made me cum, just by sucking on my boobs!!! I came in a thundering climax and I must have passed out for a minute or so, because when I came to, the elf that had used the baby oil on his cock had slid himself under me and was smearing more oil on my tits, as the other stood in front of me, pushing his fuck stick against my lips!! Old Saint Nick had built up quite a rhythm behind me and was pounding me from behind like a jack-hammer. I felt “Baby Oil” elf squeeze my tits together while pulling on my areolas and nipples in an erotic fashion that was only heightened by the feeling of his long meat moving up and back through my cleavage. I opened my mouth to scream and the other elf’s throbbing cock slid into my mouth! I rolled my eyes up to look at him and saw him staring down at me with a wolfish smile. He stuck his tongue out at me and wagged the long, almost snake like ribbon of flesh at me as if to show me how talented he was and that his tongue was very capable of doing more than my husband had ever done for me. The unspoken offer was, that first I had to use my own mouth for his pleasure!! In that moment, I decided I would try my best to make all three of their Christmas wishes come true!!! There was a suddenly a new shocking sensation as Santa began opening my sphincter with spit and the tip of a thumb. Within a minute he was knuckle deep in me as he began roaring his lust as he slammed his body one final time, balls deep into me! I felt white hot jets of jizz shoot between my tits and onto my belly as the elf beneath me moaned and then my mouth was full of cum as well! All three of them just kept blowing load after load into me and all over my exposed body until my mind spun completely out of control, and I passed out again. When I next opened my eyes, the room was back to normal and Santa and his elves were gone. I smiled to myself as I thought in amazement how wonderful and amazing my over-active dream had seemed. Then I rolled over to go to the bathroom and the flood of cum ran down my leg. That was also when I saw the green sack sitting on the floor by the bathroom door. Out of the mouth of the bag, flowed a wonderful assortment of adult toys, beyond my most rich imaginations!!! Some may say there is no such thing as Santa…but I am here to tell you. My sore pussy, full toy drawer and bruised wrists tell a completely different story!! Wherever you are, my Jolly fat freak of an elf, I want to wish you a very Merry Christmas!! Thank you Santa!!! Please don’t wait another year to cum again!!! By BR_imornery81 for Literotica

They'll frolic and play, fucking in a winter wonderland. By RejectReality. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. Josh finished off his meal before half of the other employees had even made it through the queue. He came from a poor family with three kids, and whoever ate the fastest got dibs on seconds, so he'd been in the habit of wolfing down his food all his life. Thankfully, the company had learned from the previous year's fiasco. The food had been bad enough that they'd stopped going super cheap on company meals, and had found a caterer that seemed to do everything right. It wasn't a proper family Christmas dinner, but it was as close as one could get on a mass catering scale. The caterer's track record with good food was the tipping point that had convinced him to make the long drive to the Christmas party. The door prizes were nice, but a long shot. The food was a sure thing.Pleasantly full, he chatted with a couple of the other loading dock workers he was friendly with for a few minutes, and then went to refill his iced tea. So much for that idea, he thought as he approached the beverage dispensers. There were several people on the dock he wasn't fond of, but Anthony he absolutely couldn't stand. From the looks of him, he was ranting about something, and he was standing right next to the dispensers. The guy was lazy, full of himself, and bitched constantly about how he was being singled out and treated unfairly, by everyone and everything. Another glass of tea wasn't worth the aggravation. Josh glanced at his phone and saw that it was going to be over an hour before they started announcing door prizes. He decided to throw on his coat and head to his car in the parking lot for a while, where he had tunes that weren't Christmas music, and a bottle of Coke. It was a sunny winter's day with no wind, and so felt far warmer than it actually was. When he climbed in his car on the back side of the hotel, he found that the sun streaming through the windows had kept it warm enough that he didn't even need the heater to feel comfortable. He drank his Coke, listened to music, and took in the view. The hotel where the company had rented the banquet hall wasn't part of the ski resort proper, but still had a great view of the snow-blanketed mountains. According to the signage, there were hiking trails through the pines and picnic shelters as well. Beyond the mounds pushed up by the plows were pristine natural drifts guided by the lay of the land and whim of the wind. Snow hung thick on the boughs of the pines rising out of those drifts. Above them was the majesty of the mountains. It was a far different view than at home, where the mountains were a distant vision, most often blocked by buildings, and the snow was a dingy grey. He knew he could get an even better look if he took advantage of the slight discount the company had arranged on the slopes of the resort. The key word was slight, and he had never been on a pair of skis or a snowboard. That was something he didn't want to try to learn in front of coworkers he would class as acquaintances rather than friends. After only a few minutes of sitting, he saw movement out of the corner of his eye, and glanced toward the back door of the hotel, where he'd just exited. A woman was standing there in the open door, facing inside. She had a great ass and long dark hair hanging in pigtails from a white knit cap. He thought he knew her, and when she turned slightly, it confirmed his guess. Leigh was fresh out of high school, hot as hell, and worked in one of the outlying departments of the warehouse. She was also Anthony's girlfriend. Maybe not for long, Josh thought rather smugly when he realized she was gesturing angrily at him, where he stood just inside the door. It served him right as far as Josh was concerned. He had no idea what any woman saw in the jackass, let alone a sweet little hottie like Leigh. Leigh turned and walked away from the hotel, and Anthony didn't follow. As she approached, he could see that she was red-faced and had misty eyes. Her expression was likewise a mixture of anger and sorrow. He assumed she was heading for her car, but when she reached the back of the lot, she stepped onto the snow-covered trail leading into the pine forest. It didn't seem like a particularly good decision, but he was torn. If he followed after her, he could very well come off as a creeper. On the other hand, she was obviously upset and not thinking clearly. Wandering into an unfamiliar, snowy forest in that state was a recipe for potential disaster. He agonized over the decision for a minute or so, until she actually vanished into the trees. That was what finally encouraged him to get up and follow her. Hers were the only footprints in the inch or so of snow that had fallen the night before, making her easy to track. Catching up was a different matter entirely. She was moving quickly along the curving path, and paying no mind to where the snow had drifted a couple of inches deeper here and there. Josh increased his pace when he realized just how far ahead she must be. He caught up after a bend in the trail near one of the picnic shelters to see her looking warily over her shoulder. She visibly relaxed when she recognized him. "You okay, Leigh?" he asked. "I'm okay, I guess," she answered. He could see where her previously unshed tears had rolled down her cheeks as she walked. "I was worried when I saw you walking back here alone. I'll leave you alone if you want, but I wanted to check on you." "No, it's okay. I should really go back. I wasn't thinking about how stupid it was until I heard you behind me and didn't know who was following me." "Sorry to scare you." He noticed that one of the picnic tables beneath the shelter had avoided being covered in snow thanks to thick, overhanging pine boughs. He pointed and asked, "You want to sit down?" "I..." She hesitated and fidgeted for a moment before continuing, "Sure." Josh shuffled his feet, making a path through the snow over to the shelter. They both stomped the snow off their shoes near the table, where only a dusting covered the concrete. He then climbed up to sit on the table, rather than the seat, and she did the same. "You work on the dock with..." She trailed off, leaving the name unsaid. "It's Josh, right?" she asked. He nodded. "Can I ask you something?" "Go ahead." "Does Anthony talk about me? About us?" Josh hesitated, knowing that what her boyfriend said about her probably wasn't something she wanted to hear. "Well, we don't really talk much." "But you hear him, I'm sure," she said with a slight roll of her eyes. "Be honest. What does he say about me?" He had no reason whatsoever to protect Anthony, and though he knew it would be hard to hear, she probably suspected the truth anyway. So he answered, "It's mostly about sex, and complaining about anything else you want to do as smothering him." "He doesn't call me his girlfriend, does he?" "It's mostly my bitch." She clenched her teeth and let out a little growl. "Has he ever talked about cheating on me?" "Like I said, we don't get along... But I have seen things that make me think he might." "That skank Jennifer?" Rumor was that Jennifer had slept with at least a dozen men from the warehouse and a couple of supervisors, one of whom was married. Her suspicions were hardly without evidence, and he told her, "I've seen him talking to her a few times after work in the parking lot." "I knew it. I am so tired of his shit." She then sighed, caught his gaze, and said, "Thanks for telling me the truth." Damn, she's beautiful, Josh thought as her eyes softened. "You're welcome." Leigh said, "I almost didn't come today. I'm glad I did now." She then looked around and said, "It's really pretty out here." Though he much preferred to enjoy the scenery right in front of him, he took in their surroundings as well. "Yeah. No tracks in the snow, and the snow hanging on all the pine boughs. The little beams of light that sneak through and light up patches of snow. It's nice." "Just far enough away that you can pretend the hotel isn't just over there, because you can't see it." "Peaceful, and quiet," he agreed. Leigh made eye contact with him again. She was smiling, and her deep brown eyes were alight, once again entrapping him. "I don't know why I can't find a nice guy, like you." "I'm a guy like me," he said before his brain could catch up with his mouth. He instantly winced and looked away, knowing how ridiculous it sounded. Leigh laughed, though it had none of the mocking tone he expected after delivering such a cheesy line. She then reached up, cupped his chin, and guided him to look at her. "Sorry. That..." He couldn't finish. His face felt so hot from embarrassment that he was surprised he didn't see water pouring off the roof from the snow melting away. She smiled and said, "It's okay. It was kind of cute, and sweet actually." He nearly gasped from the sparks flying between them as they looked into each other's eyes. The next thing he knew, she was scooting closer to him, and then leaning in. He didn't hesitate in the slightest to return her soft, sweet kiss. Leigh let out a quiet moan when their lips parted. They locked eyes, and simultaneously sought each other's lips once more. Josh's tongue slipped over hers, and he lifted his hand to caress her face. She tousled his hair and stroked his arm. Her kisses grew steadily more passionate, and he eagerly matched her. He wondered what she was doing when she reached up between them and unzipped her coat. She didn't leave him guessing for long, and guided his hand to her breast before reaching between his legs. She moaned into their hungry kiss when she felt his hardness. She was still squeezing his erection through his pants when she once again redirected the hand exploring her breasts. She guided it beneath her gray and black mottled sweater, and then back to the firm mounds again. No bra impeded his access to her, and he squeezed her left breast while running a thumb over her stiff nipple. Leigh broke from the kiss, but stayed close enough for him to continue fondling her firm, eighteen-year-old breasts. She bit her lower lip for a moment, and then began unbuttoning his pants. "What are you doing?" he asked in disbelief. "What do you think?" she countered as she made quick work of the button and zipper. She fished his cock out into the crisp winter air, but it wasn't exposed long. He turned his hand as she leaned into his lap, never losing contact with her breast, and settled the other on the back of her head. Josh groaned when she took him in her hot little mouth. Anthony is a fucking idiot, Josh thought as she worshiped his cock with slow, deep sucks. "That feels so good, Leigh," he encouraged her in a voice barely above a whisper. Leigh moaned around him, adding a new layer to the incredible sensation. After a few more sucks, she released him, blew out a long, slow breath over his saliva-slick member and said in a husky voice, "I need you." He began, "Do you want to go back to my—" She cut him off by sitting up and saying, "I need you right now." She lifted her foot and began sliding off one of her black, fur-topped boots. Josh instinctively looked back toward the trail. They were out of sight of the hotel, but they weren't that far away. Leigh didn't seem to be the slightest bit concerned. She'd already pulled off one of her boots, and removed the other as soon as he turned back. "This is crazy," he said. "Uh huh," she agreed even as she began popping open the buttons of her pants. Crazy or not, there was no turning back as she stood on the seat and began to wriggle out of her pants. A groaning sigh escaped him as the material slipped down to her thighs, revealing her shaved pussy. "Awe!" Leigh exclaimed when her bare bottom hit the cold wood of the table, but it didn't deter her. She nodded over her shoulder and said, "Lay down," while she finished removing her pants. Josh unzipped his bulky coat, slipped his arms out of the sleeves, and reclined atop it as he drank in the sight of her, naked from the waist down, quickly rolling up her pants. She placed them atop his coat by his chest, and then reached for his pants. He lifted his ass so she could wrestle them down to his thighs. A second later, she stepped over him to a reverse-cowgirl position. Leigh looked back over her shoulder as she squatted over his lap and quickly asked, "Is this okay?" He nodded and then dropped his eyes back to the sight of her tight little ass. She didn't waste any time reaching down to stand his cock up straight and lowering her pussy to it. A moment later, the chilly kiss of the wind was replaced by her warm, velvety walls engulfing him. Leigh gasped, and he groaned. Josh grabbed her waist when she began to ride him. Leigh undulated, letting out little moans as her pussy slid up and down his cock. Her right hand moved from his leg to in front of her, and she whimpered when she began to rub her clit. "Oh god, yeah," he groaned. "S-so good," she whimpered in response. "So big." Her strained tone was practically screaming bigger than that dickhead Anthony, which brought a grin to his face. She moved a little faster, and her sounds of pleasure rose in volume to match. The dark fans of her pigtails began to sway across the white of her jacket. "Ah fuck," he exclaimed while shuddering from the feeling of her tight, wet pussy milking his cock. She seemed to agree when she responded, "Uh huh. Oh yeah." After a few more sweet gyrations, she said, "Warn me if you're going to come." Josh let out a growl and said, "Okay, I will." Leigh leaned forward, allowing her hips to move at an even faster pace. It also let him see his cock sliding into her pretty pink pussy. She was soaking wet, and his erection glistened in the dappled light with her juices. Josh let his hands glide over her hips, her quivering ass, and up her waist beneath her sweater. Beneath the wool, her skin was hot, in sharp contrast to the slight chill where she wasn't covered. "Oh my god," she exclaimed after half a minute or so, and then began to bounce hard on his erection. Her ass clapped against his skin, the sound echoing back from the roof above and the surrounding trees. Josh dug his fingers into her hips, pulling down when she descended and bucking his hips at the bottom of the stroke. The smacks of colliding flesh grew even louder, and he could hear the wet crackle of his cock penetrating her. Wrong as it was, having his cock buried in Anthony's girlfriend was an incredible thrill. On top of that was the dangerous excitement of possibly being caught. It made him throb hard in her tight, slippery embrace. "Ah! Oh! Ah! Ah! Ah!" she cried as her pleasure mounted. "Yeah, ride me," he encouraged her. "So fucking hot." "So full. So good. Oh, Josh..." "Leigh, you're so sexy." She looked back over her shoulder, and her ecstasy was plainly written on her face. "My pussy feel good?" "Incredible. God, you're beautiful." Leigh whimpered and a smile merged with her tightened features. She looked at him for a second or two longer before gasping and wiggling her ass with him balls deep inside her. Then her hips rose and slammed back down on him again. "Oh, baby," he groaned. "Yes." "I want you to come." "Oh yes. Yes!" He could see how fast her hand was moving between her legs, and even hear the skitch skitch sound of her fingers flashing over her folds, between the slaps of flesh on flesh. She whimpered, "Feels so good. Gonna... Gonna make me come." Josh growled and gripped her hips even tighter. "Oh yeah. Come." "So close. Oh god!" she cried, and then went absolutely wild. Leigh impaled herself on his hard cock with reckless abandon. Her feminine grunts of exertion were incredibly sexy, and triggered an itch in the head of his cock that was quickly swelling. The skin beneath his hands felt nearly as warm as it had beneath her sweater as the effort raised her body temperature. He likewise no longer noticed the chill of the air on his skin as his pleasure mounted. "Yes. Do it. Do it. Come for me," he growled while fighting off an eruption. Leigh was beyond words. She serenaded him with increasingly, almost alarmingly, considering the situation, loud sounds of pleasure. Josh closed his eyes, as he was careening toward an orgasm as well. Not being able to see her did little to curb the urgency, however. He was on the verge of warning her that he was going to come when he felt her jerk, and then slam down over his hips one final time. She yelped as her walls clenched around him in orgasm. "C-coming!" she squealed a moment later. Josh bucked his hips up into her climaxing pussy and grunted, "Yeah. Yeah. Fuck!" Leigh twitched, jerked, and whimpered atop him as the throes took control of her. Josh clenched his teeth and stiffened. Her canal squeezing around his cock was nudging him closer to the edge by the moment. He knew he wasn't going to last much longer. "Shit. Gonna come. Gonna come," he warned her in clipped grunts. Leigh lurched off his cock with a pained whimper that warbled when she was left empty. She drew in noisy breaths as she dropped forward onto her hands. Then she haltingly pushed back toward him. He could see steam curling from her hot flesh where sweat and her juices were evaporating into the cold, dry air. His eyes snapped closed a fraction of a second later when she took his cock in her mouth. Leigh bobbed her head in short strokes, and it didn't take long. She croaked when his hips thrust upward of their own accord as he surrendered to orgasm. Josh grunted and gasped, pumping cum into Leigh's eager mouth. She sucked hard and worked her lips around his pulsing shaft, milking out every drop he had to offer. His ejaculations were so powerful that he started to feel light-headed from the intensity. He both heard and felt her long, satisfied moan when the last few dribbles oozed onto her tongue. She kept sucking. His head cleared in a flash as he grew sensitive. For a second, all he could do was pant through clenched teeth. Then he grunted, "Shit. Ah, god damn." Leigh's next moan was a devilish chuckle. She kept her lips locked around him for a few agonizing seconds, and then finally let him slip free. His sigh of relief was premature, because she wasn't done. She tongued the head of his cock, causing him to grip the edge of the table and thrash beneath her. Finally, she had mercy and rested her head on his leg. "I came so hard," she said in a languid voice. "God, Leigh. Me too." She moaned, but then they both simultaneously shivered as the heat of their orgasms ebbed, letting them feel the bite of the cold air once more. Leigh was the first to move, as she was far more exposed. She sat up over her knees with her teeth chattering, and snatched up her pants. As soon as she moved to pull them on, he was quick to do the same. Josh zipped up his coat, watching her wrestle her pants back up. She continued to shiver even after zipping up her coat, so he curled a hand around her back, and pulled her into an embrace. A soft moan marked the change in her shiver from one of cold to something entirely different. Their eyes met. They both smiled, laughed, and moved in for a kiss. She had a look of surprised delight on her face when their lips parted. "Anthony would never kiss me after I sucked him off." Josh kissed her again, proving it didn't bother him in the slightest. "We should probably get back, huh?" she said as they caressed each other's faces. He nodded. "So... Uhm... What are you going to do?" "Tell him its over. He probably won't care." "Fucking moron." Leigh giggled. "Let's go. I want to get this over and done." They walked together down the trail, across the parking lot, and then into the hotel. Once in the banquet hall, they split up so Leigh could break up with the jackass. Josh watched out of the corner of his eye, and felt a surge of anger when Anthony did little more than wave his hand and walk away from her. What a fucking prick, he thought. The anger evaporated in an instant when Leigh walked toward him wearing a beatific smile. When she reached him and took his hand, he caught a glimpse of Anthony. The smug, dismissive look on the asshole's face turned to one of pure rage. Josh only looked for a fraction of a second before redirecting his attention to Leigh. "So, he was my ride," she said. "Give me a ride home?" He nodded, and couldn't help but feel a little smug when she lifted up onto her toes to kiss him. She then whispered into his ear, "And give me a ride at home?" They completely ignored the announcement of the first door prize as they walked toward the door hand-in-hand, both content with the treasure that was already theirs. By RejectReality for Literotica

A horny woman invents her own game to secure a seduction.by Bumpinguglies. - listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. They say it’s not a good idea to fool around at the office Christmas party, a piece of advice she was deliberately choosing to ignore. Her decision had been made the moment he had walked in the door. Feeling horny and with a few drinks under her belt, she had decided right there and then that she was going to fuck him.Her plan was a simple one. Sitting on a sofa opposite where he was standing with his colleagues and knowing that any man couldn’t resist looking up a woman’s skirt, she casually kept uncrossing and crossing her legs, parting them just enough to keep giving him and only him a good look between her legs and the thin white strip of material nestled between her thighs. Her drink was on the coffee table and she also made sure he got full view of her ample breasts in her low cut dress each time she bent forward to pick it up. She smiled inwardly to herself as she spied him pretending not to notice but staring intently between her legs every time she moved them. She could feel his gaze burning into her panties and it made her pussy tingle and her nipples hard with excitement knowing what thoughts must be going through his mind and how arousing the sight of those panties were to him. She even suspected that the bulge in his pants had grown since she first saw it and the thought of it made her even more aroused. She could feel her pussy moistening inside her panties with every moment that passed and every look he gave them.Deciding he had looked enough, she got up off the couch and carrying her empty glass made to walk to the bar. As she passed him she stopped.“It’s shaved and wet.” She whispered into his ear.“I’m sorry.” he asked, as if he hadn’t heard her properly and at the same time shocked and embarrassed he had been caught out.“If you want a better look, meet me in my office upstairs in five minutes and bring that nice cock.” she told him and walked off, her hand casually brushing the front of his pants, enough for him to feel it but not enough for anyone else to notice.It was the longest five minutes of his life, standing there talking to his workmates with a stiffening cock in his pants and thoughts of her shaved pussy coursing through his mind. Excusing himself, he made straight for the elevator, his heart beating hard with anticipation.She sat on the corner of the desk in her dimly lit office counting down the seconds hoping he would take up her invitation. Like him, her heart was racing and her pussy ached with anticipation. She couldn’t help reaching down and running her fingers over her panties, caressing her pussy through them, her fingertip pressing the material into the moist cleft between her lips.She heard the elevator ding and she jumped off the desk. Suddenly, he was there, his silhouette framed in the doorway against the well-lit outer office. They came together in the middle of the office and he kissed her passionately, his hands sliding up her outer thighs under her skirt. Breathing hard, she reached down and pressed her hand to his groin, feeling the hardness there. She fumbled with his zipper as his hand slid down inside her panties seeking out the wet pussy within. Her hand now inside his pants gripped his rigid throbbing cock as his fingers eagerly parted her silky wet lips and found her tingling hard clit. She groaned with pleasure and began to pull him as he rubbed her clit using her own wetness to lubricate it, quickly propelling her towards the orgasm her pussy craved. She pulled him faster as her arousal grew and grew and her legs opened wider and began to quiver. With a gasp she froze, gripping his cock tight, her whole body jerking as she came with a loud groan of pleasure. With his hard swollen cock sticking out the front of his pants leaking precum, he guided her backwards to the desk and made to pull down her panties. She stopped him.“No, not here.” she whispered, still recovering from her orgasm. As much as she wanted that hard cock inside her, for some reason she didn’t want to do it there in the office.“Let’s go back to mine.” She suggested. Reluctantly, he withdrew his hands from her panties and stuffed his aching swollen cock back in his pants. They kissed once more and made for the elevator hand in hand.When you are horny and desperate to fuck everything takes so long. That was the case with the cab ride to her place. In the darkened back of the cab she had rubbed the front of his trousers and he in turn had done the same over the front of her panties. It had made the cab ride seem longer but the thrill and excitement of their fondling and the level of arousal it created was worth it.Inside her apartment she decided to slow things down by pouring them both a drink. She wanted the night to last, not be over with quick five minute fuck. Reclined on one end of the couch with him sitting on the other end facing her, she reached down and pulled off her panties, threw them on the floor and spread her legs wide.“I said you would get a better look at it.” she said smiling. “What do you think? Does it make you hard?”“Fuck yes!” he groaned, starting at her gorgeous shaved pussy with its slightly parted pink glistening lips and dripping wet opening between them.“Would you like to taste it?” she asked, instantly making herself even wetter at the thought of what she just said. Without answering, he put down his drink, slid along the couch and bent between her legs. She was so wet and the musky smell of her pussy filled his nostrils inflaming his senses. Hungrily he began licking her, savoring the sweet taste of her pussy, his tongue rasping against her hard clit and delving into her saturated opening. She moaned and her head lolled back as his tongue sent waves of pleasure from her pussy right up through her entire body. Sensing she was about to cum he licked at her clit and flooded opening faster. With shaking legs she reached down, grasped the back of his head and crushed his face between her legs. She came with a huge groan, grinding her pussy up and down over his mouth.With a final few soft licks of her delicious pussy, he straightened back up, moved to the other end of the couch, retrieved his drink and took a long hard swig of it.“Let me see your cock.” She said, lying back with her drink back in hand and her legs still wide open. Once again replacing his drink, he undid his belt, pulled down his zipper and reached into his pants. His rigid cock almost sprung from them, the engorged head glistening with precum and the thick shaft throbbing with excitement.“Stroke it for me.” She commanded, staring at it longingly and imagining the feel of it inside her. Fuck, it was so nice and big. Taking his cock between thumb and fingertips he began to slowly stroke his cock, his gaze firmly between her legs as his hand moved up and down the rigid shaft. The sight of him pulling himself had her breathing heavily and her pussy wanting to cum again. Her eyes fixed on his hand and cock, she reached down and began to rub her clit. Watching her masturbating had his cock jerking with excitement in his hand. He groaned trying to block out the sensation of his hand on his cock. He didn’t want to cum, couldn’t cum, not before he had felt himself inside that gorgeous tight pussy. Stroking as slow as he could, he watched her rubbing get faster and then turn frantic until her pussy sprayed wetness over the couch between her legs as she came. The sight of her cumming and squirting pussy was sending him over the top. Desperately he squeezed the shaft of his cock to stave off his orgasm. He was on the very edge for what seemed like an eternity until it finally subsided. Releasing the grip on his cock, he watched as one solitary drop of cum leaked from the tip. He had fought off his orgasm but now his swollen balls ached, needing release. Sitting up, she moved onto all fours, crawled along the couch, bent and licked the drop of cum from the head of his cock. The touch of her tongue on his cock made him suck in his breath. Her mouth opened and she took him into it. He groaned as her mouth enveloped the head and slid down his quivering shaft. No sooner had she started she stopped, sliding her mouth off his cock, leaving it jerking with excitement and frustration. Sliding off the couch, she stood beside him, reaching down for his hand.“Time to fuck me.” she said in a husky voice. Taking her hand he rose up and she led him by the hand to the bedroom.“Oh shit! Fuck!” she cried out as the swollen head of his cock prized her open and his thick rigid shaft forced itself deep into her tight wet pussy. Gasping at the fullness of his cock inside her, she spread her legs as wide as she could, wanting him deep. Braced on his arms above her and filled with lust, he worked his hips, grunting and driving his glistening wet cock in and out of her until he felt it gripping him with pleasure. Driven wild with the sensations inside her pussy, she groaned loudly and gave a little squirt with every thrust, pushing herself up hard to meet each one.“Fuck it! Fuck it! Make it cum!” she pleaded, her pussy so close and desperate to cum. Almost there himself, he fucked her even harder, slamming himself between her legs, driving his cock between her parted lips into her warm wet pussy to the hilt.“Oh fuck! Yes! Yes!” She cried out, jerking on his cock as her pussy exploded between her legs, spraying them both with a huge squirt of wetness. The tight grip of her contracting pussy and sound of her cumming pushed him over the top and he felt the numbness and rush of cum start. Quickly he pulled out his jerking cock and with a roar sprayed thick ropes of cum all over her tits and stomach. Still hard and not waiting for her orgasm to subside, he pushed his cock back inside her. She yelped as he slid into her sensitive pussy but pain soon turned to pleasure as his hard thrusting cock sent her hurtling towards another orgasm. He gave a loud groan and pushed into her hard, cumming again, this time inside her. Feeling him cum inside her was enough and she came herself, her whole body quivering. He lay on top of her, both of them spent, breathing hard and enjoying the sensation of his cock softening inside her cum soaked pussy. Then they slept.He awoke the next morning cuddled up behind her, his hand cupping her breast. She seemed to be asleep but her nipple was hard under his fingers. He began fondling it and she moaned softly, her eyes still closed. Aroused, he began to run his hand over her naked body under the covers, his now hard cock pressed firmly against the crack of her behind. Reaching down under it, he ran his finger along the slit of her pussy, still slippery and wet with his cum. She moaned again as his finger slipped in between her lips and worked up to her clit. Rubbing it softly, he felt her body becoming aroused. Feeling his hard cock pressed behind her, she raised her top leg. He slid down and positioned himself and holding his cock, pushed the head into her warm wet pussy. Within minutes they were both cumming again, her pussy leaking another load of nice thick load of cum. She had never been fucked from behind on her side before, only on all fours. It was softer than the hard thrusting doggy ramming against her behind but she liked it a lot.Evident there was a definite attraction between them they decided later that morning over coffee that they would spend the weekend together. Maybe the saying about not fooling around at work parties wasn’t a hundred percent true. They would see how the weekend went.by Bumpinguglies, for Literotica

Young woman finds lust and love at Christmas.By JagFarlane. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.Mel swiped the credit card along the terminal, waited for the receipt to print, stuffed it into the restaurant's portfolio along with a couple of Ande's mints, and turned to stroll towards the table. She dropped it off to the table's occupants and hurried off to the kitchen, trying to look busy though probably fooling no one. It was Christmas Eve after all and the bulk of the town's part time residents, university students and staff, had all scattered off to home days ago leaving behind the few full time residents to keep the place from looking like a ghost town.She was a student at the university too, but had elected to remain behind this year much to the restaurant manager's relief. Not that the money had been very good, with the vast majority of the students gone there were only a few souls that made it into the building each night and sometimes she wondered if it had even been worth it to the management to even turn on the lights. Stepping out to pick up the signed receipt and bus several dessert plates away, a glance was given to the tips section and a bit of a relieved sigh at the decent tip. At least the residents routinely tipped, she smiled a bit to herself.After taking a look around and finding no one else at any of her tables, Mel leaned up against the entrance-way to the kitchen and allowed herself a quiet moment. Another Christmas Eve alone; not that she hadn't gotten used to it during her stint in the Air Force. But they still were never easy to take. She'd gotten out and took the chance to move to the one area she'd dreamed of living ever since she was a little girl, Boise, Idaho. Shortly after arriving, she'd invested most of her savings into a condo figuring that not having a monthly house expense was the best route. From there she had enrolled in the local community college and after graduating moved to Boise State University.Between the part time gig as a waitress, her G I Bill money, and a couple small grants Mel was living a fairly comfortable albeit Spartan lifestyle. Still, it hadn't left a lot of time for romance and it didn't help that she spent most of her time around people who were a few years younger than her. Just finding someone she could sit at the bar with, legally, was a challenge sometimes and often the grad students were either too busy or in a serious relationship already. Fingers played in the curls of her long, dark red hair as she mulled over her current state in life. That is, until the snapping of fingers in front of her face brought her back to reality."Hey, you've got one on table six." Sandy smiled to her as she ducked into the kitchen.Shaking her head a little to clear the daze, frowning for a moment as she realized that Jingle Bells was playing for fourth time tonight, and then putting on her best smile, Mel made her way over towards table six. A quick glance at the clock revealed closing time was drawing near and she said a silent thanks to her shift being over soon. She just hoped this last customer wasn't someone who had gone out to get drunk, and then stopped here on the way home.Phil looked up from the menu as the waitress approached, still mulling between the hickory burger and the spicy chicken sandwich. A moment was spent admiring the waitress' legs, shown off by the green and black plaid skirt she was wearing. Slowly his eyes moved upwards, the thought of the hickory burger fading as he looked over her full chest and the red curls lying upon it. It had been a long day of travel then in the barn tending to the mare and the approaching woman was a welcome sight indeed, both for the eyes and the promise of getting a decent meal at some point today.She rolled her eyes a bit at the stare she was getting, some days she didn't mind getting ogled but over the years it had grown quite annoying. So annoyed she was that she didn't even notice that he appeared to be familiar. "Good evening and welcome to Terry's. Can I start you out with a drink and perhaps an appetizer?" She put on her best server smile and hoped that perhaps his eyes would move up from her chest to at least her chin."Can I get a Miller Light and a half order of mozzarella sticks?" He waited for her to write down the order, "And I'll take a umm, hickory burger, medium rare." Phil put down the menu to fish out his driver's license and passed it to the waitress.She scribbled down the order and took the license as it was passed to her, glancing down at the date of birth then at the picture and passed it back to him. As Mel made her way back to the order station, the nagging thought of the familiar face in the picture was bugging her. She hadn't red the name, and for once regretted not doing so. A glance over her shoulder as she input the order didn't reveal much as his head was down to play with his phone.The sound of a skirt swishing as the waitress came up to the table caused him to glance up, just long enough to take the pint glass and take an appreciative sip of the amber liquid. Sure, it was a little watery but after the last two days it felt like heaven. Eyes glanced up to watch the waitress walk away, her red hair swaying behind her. Her shape reminded him a bit of someone else but he wasn't fully sure who and made a note to try to look at her face the next time she came around.Sandy had taken the mozzarella sticks out to him so Mel stood off to the side; taking note that closing time was coming up in a few minutes. Of course the handful of customers still in the joint would be allowed to finish their meals but not to place any more orders after the doors were locked. Mel was fairly sure she'd figured out who her guest was, but wanted an up close look at his face to be sure. If he was the person she thought he was, it was to be a pleasant surprise, particularly since he'd never paid her figure that sort of attention before, even with there seeming to be a mental connection. A cross of her fingers, perhaps Christmas was looking up after all.Phil sipped at his third beer of the night, glad that the town bus system was still running through the holidays. The redhead hadn't been by him since bringing the latest beer, a little more than he was used to consuming on a normal evening but it did mean she was coming by more often. He still hadn't worked up the courage to look her in the face yet, or maybe he was just enjoying the other views, he wasn't quite sure which one it was. The debate became moot when his head snapped up at the voice behind him and his eyes finally looked at Mel's face."Hey Phil, long time!" She was finally certain it was Phil Clauser, who had been the Graduate Teaching Assistant for the Intro to Equine class she'd taken to minor in equine studies. Mel could still remember how the muscles of his forearms threatened to tear the rolled up cuffs of his flannel shirt when he was teaching them out to do groundwork with a stubborn mare. There had been a couple of jokes among the girls about how they wouldn't mind taking a roll in the hay with him but as far as Mel knew none had done more than chatted about it.For a moment he regretted having finished three beers already as it seemed they were fogging his brain. The face attached to the tall redhead was vaguely familiar. He thought he could place it in a classroom setting. What seemed like an eternity passed before he imagined her hair tied back, a pair of jeans instead of the skirt, and a sweatshirt; finally placed her as a former student of his. "Hey, Melissa. It has been a couple of years, hasn't it?"She let out her breath a bit, in relief. Sometimes the red hair was nice in that it often helped people to remember her. For once that was playing into her favor. She set down the burger and another beer, "Merry Christmas Eve! I hope it's going well for you.""It's going good now," he gave her a faint smile and proceeded to tell her about how one of the mares under his charge had come down ill and he'd come back on short notice to oversee her care. He'd only gotten back this morning and had spent most of the day at the barn, only getting enough time to shower the barn smell off, change his clothes, and come in for dinner. "Such of the life of working in agriculture, but it's worth it to me," he offered a smile to her as she stole a fry from his plate. The sound of a lock clicking brought him back to the restaurant, "I guess I should eat up, don't want to keep you late on Christmas Eve of all nights.""Oh, it's okay," she looked up as the manager called out for the waitresses and slid from the table, "I'll be right back." Off to the backroom she went, leaving him to work on his meal.He looked up when she rejoined him at the table, sliding herself back into the chair. She placed a glass of eggnog in front of him with a little smile, "On the house. So, what are you doing for Christmas since you're back on short notice?" He watched as she tilted her head and seemed to be anxiously awaiting his answer. "Oh, I'm not sure. I guess just go home for the night, have to spend some time with the mare, tomorrow and otherwise maybe I'll just catch a few movies on the tv." He took a sip of the eggnog and noted a hint of Southern Comfort. When he looked up, she just gave him a little smile. "You?""Probably about the same thing, except for the mare part. Just catch up on some Christmas movies, have a couple of drinks, sleep in, and do the same tomorrow I suppose. Or," she paused, grinned a bit at him, "or, maybe you could join me and at least we would have some company to enjoy during our movie watching." Mel wagged her eyebrows just a bit in excitement.He watched her eyebrows in a bit of amusement, and chuckled softly "I think I would be a fool to turn down the offer. I would be glad to join you."She smiled widely at that, and rose up to go retrieve the check and complete the formalities of shutting down the restaurant for the night. He watched her dart from spot to spot, helping with cleaning up tables and putting away silverware. A bit of wonder got to him, how different she was here, than in the classroom, where she had always been a bit formal. He wondered briefly if that had to do with her being a veteran. Perhaps it was because of how she'd lived. It wasn't long though, before she popped up to the table and gently grabbed his arm to signal that it was time to go. Getting to his feet, he realized just about how much alcohol he'd had, but made it out the door and onto the metro bus, to her place.They walked the two blocks from the bus stop to the complex, where Mel's condo was. Phil looked up, blinking, "I didn't know anyone rented these out." Mel just smiled and shook her head, "I own one. Much better than living in the apartments near campus, and especially much quieter and more private. Plus, I don't have to compete with the younger women at the pool." She gave a little wolfish grin at that last part and led him towards the door of her condo.Inside, he found the place lightly decorated for Christmas. Little figurines placed here and there, a few window decorations, Christmas cards taped above the entranceway to the kitchen. The condo itself was cozy. From what he could see it seemed like a two bedroom place and he smiled a little at the fireplace in the living room with a stocking hung to one side. The place had a very homie feel to it; something he hadn't felt except at his parent's place, in a long time.She ran around in the background, picking up a few things here and there. None of her plans had included company being over for the night. Normally she would have just come in, poured a glass of wine, stripped off her work uniform and caught up with her TiVo in panties. Obviously that wasn't going to happen tonight though she stifled a little giggle as she imagined what his reaction would have been to that. "There's beer, eggnog, and soda in the fridge and the cabinet above the freezer has the liquor in it. Feel free to help yourself, so long as you make me an eggnog with spiced rum in it. I'll be out in a minute."She pulled off the top and the skirt, throwing them into her laundry basket. After a moment thinking it over, her bra followed shortly afterwards, letting a heavy chest hang freely. Deciding to go all in and fully change, panties were thrown in last. Into the master bathroom she wandered, taking up a warm wet washcloth, and using it to wipe some of the sweat away from underneath her breasts, around her thighs, and a few other places. Fingers ran through her curly red bush. It was a little overdue for a trimming and there was a bit of a wish that she had the time to, but she figured if it came to that he probably wouldn't mind terribly much. A few pats with a towel to dry off and she put on a stretchy sports bra, tee-shirt, and a pair of university sweat pants. Two spritzes from a bottle of warm vanilla sugar body spray then quick brushing of her hair and out the door she came.Phil had taken a seat on the end of the couch, having made two of the eggnog and spiced rum drinks. Slowly he sipped at one, just admiring her place and the country style décor she seemed to prefer. A smile crossed his face as she came out, a little surprised at how she could make even sweats and a tee-shirt look sexy. He was just content to watch her as she went over to the fireplace and got a compressed log lit, admiring her rear as she bent over to do it, then as she put a movie into the player and came over to the couch.They chatted idly during the first movie, discussing career goals, college experiences, and general background information. Phil purposely kept only slowly sipping away at his eggnog, making the drink last the entirety of the first movie and giving the alcohol time to course its way out of his system. As they chatted he found himself becoming more intrigued with this young woman, her variety of interests and the passion she brought to life. He liked how her face lit up as she talked about taking an internship at a dig in the Badlands and at having found actual dinosaur bones. Even if he wasn't so interested in what she was studying, he just liked being around someone who was so happy doing what she was doing.The topic slowly turned towards their shared love of horses. He'd grown up on a horse ranch a few hours south of where they were and she'd only just started taking lessons after moving to Boise. He knew more of the technical side but she had the passion beyond that of someone who had just gushed over ponies as a little kid. When she came back from changing the DVD's and accepted her second drink, he took note that she was sitting much closer to him than at the beginning of the evening. Each time she came back from getting up it seemed she moved a few inches closer till it was shortly after one am and upon coming back from putting in a new movie she was cuddled up against his figure. He could smell the faded scent of vanilla spice on her, it felt inviting, it just felt right.She knew it was the alcohol. She'd been making hers stronger than usual just so that she'd have the excuse to blame the alcohol. But now she found herself spooned up against Phil and having decided that she'd already crossed the line of no turning back. Mel gently guided his arm to rest over her stomach, snuggling herself fully against him, closing her eyes and just savoring the feeling. It had been too long since she'd last felt the comforting warmth of another person pressed up against her, this time with the bonus of his muscles giving her the protective feeling of being wrapped up. Through her sweats she could even feel the gentle pressing of a stiffening cock. She smiled to herself and gave a tiny wiggle just to get a better feel of it then pressed softly against him feigning snuggling in more.By about halfway through the movie and all of the way through her glass of eggnog curiosity and hormones couldn't be contained much more. Her hand gently drifted to his pants and upon finding no resistance she unzipped the jeans and slipped her hand in, seeking the opening of his boxers. Fingers gently caressed the head of his swollen member and slowly she began to guide it out into the open. Slowly and gently she caressed him, just enjoying the feeling of his hard cock throbbing in her hand. When she felt his fingers touch the edge of her sweats, Mel arched a little to urge him to seek further. A contented sigh slipped from her lips as she felt his hand gently cup her swollen mound and fingers softly rub upon her clit and external lips.He had been hoping that there might be a little fun after she had been wiggling and adjusting against him during the movie. When she reached for his cock, it felt like he'd stiffened even more at the anticipation. The stroking was pleasant but it hadn't compared to reaching within her sweats, finding her not wearing a pair of panties, and that she was already damp from the little bit of play they'd already gotten into. Gently he played with her clit, loving the little moans coming from her throat. When she felt wet enough he slipped two fingers within her and began to massage the inside of her cunt while caressing her clit. When he felt her fingers leave his cock for a moment he internally sighed at the loss, but seconds later he felt her sweatpants slip down and the soft skin of her rear caress against his stiff member.As much as Mel was enjoying having her cunt caressed by his fingers what she really craved was the stretching that only a thick cock could give her. Twisting her body a bit, she wiggled upwards till she could stand and straddle his feet. Facing away, she slowly lowered he beautiful ass into position. He guided her down with his two hands on her ass cheeks. Then he gently spread her cheeks until his cock head rubbed against her wet, swollen lips. She reached between her legs and gently grasped his shaft. Then she slowly rubbed the head against herself, enjoying the feeling and giving it enough time to get thoroughly wet. She had taken larger cocks, but he was up there in size and she knew that plenty of lube was her key to really enjoying the experience. When she felt she had gotten his cock wet enough, she pressed his head against her tight hole and slowly she began to wiggle herself down, allowing him to enter. A soft groan slipped from her throat as the head popped within, slowly followed by the thick, veiny shaft.Only when she finally felt her ass begin to press against his body, did she finally breathe out and just waited, feeling him within her. Phil then slid both his hands upward. Very slowly, his manly hands slid around her ass. Then he slid them forward to her navel, sliding one finger into her tender dimple. She had goosebumps for a moment, and he waited until her body calmed. Then he resumed his slow upward journey, maintaining a contstant firm contact along her narrow waist.Mel rested her back on Phil’s chest. Tucking her head on one of his shoulders, she leaned her head alongside his.Finally, his hands slid up, under her tits. He turned his wrists to cup each of her tits, and her ass continued to gyrate on his lap. Her cunt continued to clutch his cock, but she remained seated. Then his index fingers both found her erect stiff nipples. He drew his thumbs around to capture and gently squeeze both her large nipples.Mel was now breathing heavily from both anticipation and the tingling of her tits. Ever so subtly, Phil replaced his index fingers with his middle fingers, all the while stroking and gently pinching. Then he firmly held both captive nipples and his index fingers resumed contact directly on the tips of each of Mel’s very hard nipples.The result was electric. Mel squeezed Phil’s cock hard, as her cunt rushed with a small flow of fluids, onto his lap. A minute or so later, another gentle squeeze was given to him, and for a bit longer she sat & just enjoyed feeling him filling her, feeling the soft throb of his cock buried deep within. At first her movements were slow, sliding just an inch in and out at a time, but he began to get the idea, and rock with her. Their momentum built up till easily half of his length was moving within her.Phil slid his hands back down alongside her ass cheeks, & found a comfortable position that allowed him to maintain a steady pounding of her wet slit then gently nuzzled the side of her neck and worked his lips up against the spot where her neck met her shoulder. Softly he began to kiss the skin, then slowly he worked his tongue against it, adding in little nibbles. He wasn't sure if he could keep up the pace much longer but wanted her to enjoy this as much as he could help her to. The attention to her neck drew another round of goosebumps from Mel. Then she started to breathe heavier, confirming to Phil that she was starting her second orgasm.Mel twisted her neck to give his mouth more access, while beginning to squeeze harder on his cock with her vaginal muscles. Before too long she felt him grab her around the waist and hold her tight just before he thrust up deep within her and began to fill her womb with warm cum. She groaned through a small orgasm then began to snuggle in against him, suddenly feeling the late hour and the long day's toll on her muscles.Deciding that the bed would be a better place to sleep and that she'd better get to there before chancing passing out on the sofa, wearily she rose, disengaging from his softening cock. A little grin and she leaned over to take the semi-hard member in her mouth and clean him of their juices. "You're of course, welcome to join me in bed. But I do sleep nude so you know," pink tongue licked her lips clean, and eyes looked at him for his reply.He watched in amazement as she leaned over and sucked his cock clean, never before had a woman done such to him, and his curiosity was piqued at what else she liked to do. When she mentioned bed to him there was the realization as to how worn his body was, and that he'd have to be out to the stables for a bit later that day. "Oh I don't know how I'll manage but I think I'll give it a try and suffer through it, if I have to." He returned the grin and slowly got himself up, following her to the bedroom.Phil didn't waste much time in undressing, tossing his clothes off to the side. His attention then turned towards Mel. He blushed a little as he realized she had been watching him rush to be nude. She had waited till she had his attention. Phil sat on the bed with his back against the velvet padded headboard. Slowly, she stripped off her clothes, first her shirt, and then her sports bra, revealing her heavy, full chest. She turned her rear towards him & bent over. and slowly worked her pants down from her rounded ass, then past her thighs, finally to her ankles. Up she stood to kick the pants to the side, and then turned around to let him have his first full view of her. His eyes went immediately to the thick, red bush which stood out against pale skin. "I like it," he smiled to her, "you're stunning."Into her bed they snuggled up, facing each other so that her hair didn't get into the way. Sleep quickly overtook the pair, with Phil's last thoughts being that he hoped it wasn't just the alcohol that had led to where they were.As he opened his eyes, the answer was evident before him as he woke to seeing her laying between his legs, his cock nestled within her mouth and being softly suckled. He swore that she smiled at him before going back to paying attention to his cock, gently stroking and suckling on it till he was at full mast and ready for what she had planned.Mel rolled onto her back, feeling quite slutty and enjoying it. It had been too long since she'd allowed this side of her to appear and it seemed that the side was making sure to catch up on all that it had missed with Phil being the beneficiary of it. She reached over to the night table and picked up the bottle of Astroglide that she'd placed there before commencing the wakeup sucking. "Hmm, so how about being a dear and straddling my waist then fucking these big tits of mine? I’d love to watch your beautiful cockhead appear from between them." She grinned. Sure, he couldn't resist the offer.His jaw just dropped, almost wanting to pinch himself to see if this was a dream, but deciding that wouldn't be the best idea. Instead he took the wiser route and rolled over to straddle her waist, placing his cock between her luscious breasts. While he was stituating himself, she had taken a small tube of lube and poured a healthy dose in between her tits, rubbing them together to warm the lube up a bit before she wrapped his cock in between them. She propped up two pillows to elevate her head for the best view and access. Mel continued to hold her luscious tits firmly wrapped around Phil’s shaft. As Phil began his first long upward thrust, he watched her long tongue snake out and softly lick under the head of his cock. He was turned on from the erotic act, and the sensitivity his cock felt, from her tongue-work. Slowly he began to rock his hips, watching as his lucky cock got to fuck her buxom tits.She tilted her head forward to let the head of his cock enter her mouth every time it left the warmth of her bosom. Phil gently ran his fingers through Mel’s hair, occasionally helping to hold her head tilted forward as she ran her tongue & lips around his tip. The lube claimed to be ‘edible’ but didn't taste the best, but if this blossomed into something more, she was more than willing to invest in some flavored lube. Her eyes were kept glancing upwards, watching the expression on his face. It was priceless and addicting; a look of disbelief and pure pleasure that she could watch all day long, if given the chance. For that, she'd let him fuck her anywhere and using whatever part of her body he pleased. The fact that she could bring this sort of pleasure to him, gave her a new fulfilled filling, which she hadn't known she'd longed for.He slowly rocked, savoring the first time he'd been allowed to do this to a woman. If you had told him that women actually did this outside of porn, before this morning he wouldn't have believed it. Andow he hoped that sometime again in his life, he'd get the chance to do it again. Watching the tip of his cock disappear into the mounds of tit flesh, then out and into her waiting mouth was a sight to behold. Getting to feel the soft skin of her body against his balls as they dragged against her with each stroke, was a new and fantastic sensation.She had to admit that he had a good amount of stamina, but all good things eventually ended, and she knew his ending was coming soon. His thrusts were getting faster and she could see the need to cum light up his face. His cock tip had changed from light pink, to red; then from red to purple. Mel just laid her head back and looked up at him, catching his eyes with hers, "Hmm, I want you to cum on my face lover. Cover me with that hot load of cum and show me just how much you love fucking my tits!"Phil wasn't expecting to hear that, but it fit; and encouraged on as she kept telling him to cum on her face, he began to rapidly stroke through her soft tits. Soon after, she got her wish, as he pulled his cock free, grabbed his shaft, and began to spurt the waiting load all over her face. He took aim as best as he could, managing to get the majority of the load to hit her in the face and in her hair. Not able to resist, Phil then leaned in to tap the tip of his cock against her chin, and then feed her the cum coated head.She suckled the head clean of cum, then rubbed her tongue under his tip for a while, as he softened. Then she let it slip free from her mouth. His semen dripping down her face felt odd at first, it was the only time she'd ever let a guy give her a facial, but she could get to like it. The man-show she was treated to, was priceless. The empowerment of knowing she aroused the masculine spectacle, made her feel sexually potent.Once he'd gotten off of her, she rose up, giggling, and made her way to the bathroom, taking her time in the shower to wash her face and scrub down a little bit. By the time her face was rinsed in the steamy shower, she felt a pair of hands on her hips. Turning around to welcome him with a kiss, she was surprised to find his tongue was already between her thighs. She reached one hand to his head while her other hand swiftly knocked two plastic bottles off the corner shower seat, then sit down on the edge of the seat. The large tiled shower allowed her to spread her legs. It was Phil’s opportunity to pleasure her body. “I didn’t know a Ginger bush could be so bright.” Phil said.“I didn’t realize how big a bush could grow, either” Mel admitted to her lapsed mowing schedule.“Do you keep your bush this full?” He asked.“God, no! In fact, I was half thinking of making you wait longer, while I was changing out of my work clothes, last night.”“I’m a really good barber. Can I give you a shave & a facial?” He said with eager delight.“Uh, if you’re good, you might get some repeat business. Are you up for auditioning?” She challenged him.“With your guidance and preferred tools, I’ll be delighted.”Mel stood and reached out to her cabinet and retrieved a cordless trimmer & some baby oil. She sat back down and turned off the shower. Then gave Phil step by step coaching as he first removed the long lochs with the cordless clippers. Then he used her disposable razor to shave most of her mound and labia, leaving the clitoral strip alone. Finally, he massaged her entire region with baby oil. He used one hand to set the tools outside the shower as his other hand was continuing a deep massage of her clit & g-spot, simultaneously. As her breathing indicated greater arousal, Phil opened his mouth to suck on her stiffened clit. His hand stayed just below, to continue giving attention to her g-spot. His other hand slid up her torso, to find a wanting nipple to rub & softly pinch.The baby oil and shave added new sensitivity. The steamy bathroom caressed their bodies in warmth. Mel continued to immerse herself in these pleasures from her holiday lover. Phil intensified his efforts as he sensed her impending climax. Then, her body tensed and her breath was held. Her cunt began to tremor, and her body expelled a gush of fluids onto Phil’s chin, and the finger he explored her cunt with. It flowed down his arm & neck. Phil clamped his lips hard on Mel’s clit. She grabbed his head with both hands and pressed him firmly to her cunt.As the intensity waned, she released his head. Phil looked up, into her sated eyes. A drip hung from his chin, then fell to the tile. “How was that?” Phil asked.“Best damn shave & facial I’ve ever had!” Mel said with resolve and delight.Soon she stood and turned on the shower. They locked in a steamy wet embrace and shared a deep French kiss. Coming up for air, Mel took a scrubber pouf and lathered up his entire body. Then Phil did the same. They rinsed and stepped out, where they toweled each other off. He exited to dress, as she attended her bathroom rituals.She finished and made her way to the kitchen, the smell of coffee already wafted in the air. "I see you found the coffee pot," she smiled and wandered over to take a seat upon the counter."Aye, well it wasn't too terribly hidden," he walked over and wrapped his arms around her, holding her close. "You know, I could get used to this.""Umm, a slutty girl that wakes you with sucking your cock then lets you fuck her tits and coat her face in your cum? What's there not to get used to?" She grinned at him, "Now so long as you were oh, willing to continue bathing me up with a tongue up my snatch, we might have a deal.""I think we could arrange something like that," he grinned."Did you, umm, want to come back after you took care of the mare? Maybe we could do a little Christmas dinner?"He gave her a soft kiss, "Would love to. And considering right now I smell like cum and cunt, I don't think smelling like a girl is too high on my list of concerns."After a couple of cups of coffee, the two of them left the condo heading in different directions. He was off to the school's barns and she was off to the local grocery store, thankful that it would be open for a few hours during the daytime. Grabbing a cart, she dashed through the store, picking up the few odds and ends and one of the last fresh turkeys sitting on the shelves. It was a little larger than she wanted but in the end she was just happy to have it. Once the groceries were gathered, off to home she scooted to spend the day cooking and listening to Christmas music thinking of the things that were to come.It took about an hour longer than he expected, but once things were wrapped up at the stables Phil hopped the nearest bus back to Mel's condo. He felt a little bad showing up smelling like the stables but being a fan of horses he figured she would understand. That and he just plain rather be at her place than anywhere else for the rest of the day.Once the turkey was set in the oven, Mel worked on the house, doing more than the usual straightening. She even added a few more holiday decorating touches. Realizing that the hot kitchen abd housework built up a sweat, she scampered off to the bathroom to give herself a bit of much wanted pampering. The stereo pumped out Christmas songs while she drew a steaming hot scented bath, lit several candles, and broke out her favorite shower gel. Then slowly she lowered her body into the water and sighed contentedly.Another scrubbing was given to her body, she leaned back and just soaked in the tub. When the water finally threatened to get chilly, Mel gave her hair a thorough washing then climbed out to dry off and give herself a coating of lotion. She gave into the temptation to be lazy and wrapped herself up in a soft terry cloth robe before crashing in front of the tv to watch a parade.A quick stop off at the store delayed his return, but finally Phil found himself standing at her door, hoping she hadn't changed her mind, and knocking softly.She woke with a start on the couch, somewhere between the King Kong balloon and one of the dancing displays, she'd passed out. When the second knock at the door came she jumped up and yelled, "Coming!" In front of a mirror she paused to fluff her hair a bit, but it had dried while she slept and looked quite messy. Another couple of seconds were spent fixing her dressing robe, at least so that the neighbors didn't catch a view she didn't want them to, and finally to the door. Out of the peephole she looked, smiled to herself, and then opened the door hiding all but her leaning head behind it. "Hey. Come on in."In he stepped, pausing for a moment as he suddenly realized how unsure he was of the nature of their relationship. For a second or two he just looked at her, then lightly smiled to himself and leaned in to kiss her.She blinked, having felt the sudden awkwardness as well, and almost sighed in relief when he leaned in. Mel leaned into the kiss, leaving it only brief, and turned to head into the kitchen to check the turkey, very glad that she'd set the alarm, and so at least knew it wasn't ruined. "How was the mare? Making any progress?"He just smiled at the way she acted, in some ways if he hadn't of known any better, it would have felt like they'd been in a relationship for a while, and at the moment that felt right. Into the kitchen he followed her, taking in a deep smell of the roasting turkey. His right hand lifted and placed the pair of bags onto the counter, "the things you wanted me to pick up from the market."They settled into making dinner, once he got the chance to remove his jacket and shoes. Peeks were snuck every time her robe moved in just the right way and he wondered if she'd worn it just to be able to tease him with. Mel quickly figured out he was taking sneak peeks at her whenever the material slid against the belt and started to make a game out of it, teasing him with the occasional look.When the food got to a point where everything that needed to be cooking was, and they had a little bit of time to spare, Mel got a little grin on her face. She glanced over to Phil, "So, how would you like an early appetizer?" When he agreed, she grabbed a towel and left the kitchen. Setting the towel on the armrest, she sat upon the side of the couch, pulled apart her robe and spread her legs, "Have a taste, lover." Admittedly she had to hold down the giggle at how cheesy it was, but it was fun to say. Leaving her ass up on the armrest, she lowered her body back, and supported her body with her hands on the cushions. He legs dangled off the floor.He laughed at the cheesy statement but that didn't last long as he eagerly took up her offer, and slipped between her thighs. Soft kisses were placed along her inner thigh, up and down between cunt and knee, to tease her till he couldn't resist anymore. He plunged his tongue into her sweet hole and licked up, flicking the tip against her clit. Down to the floor he kneeled and rested her legs upon his shoulders while he lapped away at her cunt. Fingers played occasionally with her clit and gently teased against her wet hole before working a pair in.His lips focused more on her clit while he began to gently finger her twat, till he found just the way that she liked to be touched. The pace began to increase to a comfortable rhythm and suction was applied to the hardened nub while his tongue traced the alphabet upon her clit. He used his other arm to keep her thighs separate as her thighs, strengthened from riding, had begun to reflexively squeeze upon his head. The tighter she squeezed the closer he knew she was. Just when he thought he couldn't hold back much longer she let out a loud, guttural scream and his fingers were coated with a layer of her slick cum.She leaned back against her hands, panting and savoring the afterglow of her orgasm. It's been too long, she thought, too many months, years; since she'd enjoyed getting her cunt eaten and he'd gone right down twice, today. Maybe he was indeed a keeper, she mused to herself as she watched him get up, wash himself of her cum, and then tend to the meal. Only time would tell, but for this Christmas he was certainly what she'd needed and she stifled her giggle at the thought that maybe Santa had brought him early.At dinner they stuffed themselves, sharing stories, hers from the military and his from grad school. When the meal had been put away, they retreated to the living room and this time she curled right up against him instead of playing the waiting game. Somewhere along the way he'd lost his pants, perhaps after his second helping of mashed turnips, not that she could speak still clothed in her robe. As the movies played they teased each other, her occasionally stealing gropes of his boxer clad cock and him tracing circles along her navel and breasts.By the time the second movie ended it was drawing late, well late enough for the two to excuse themselves to bed, and she half dragged him to the bedroom. With a slightly hard push, Mel threw him upon his back on the bed. She slipped out of her robe and strode over to him, crawling up on the bed towards his torso. Fingers slipped into his boxers and pulled them down, letting his cock spring forth. Up to her knees she got and moved forwards till she was over his waiting member. Without waiting, she plunged down, taking his full length in one smooth stroke.Leaning forwards she rested against her hands and began to bounce her hips, riding his cock. Her world-class breasts swayed in front of him and her wavy red hair hung down, framing his face. Mel stared at him, bouncing as fast as she could without fear of dislodging him, savoring the feeling of his cock stretching her tunnel and drinking in the looks on his face as she did so. Through two orgasms she rode him till his hands grabbed her ass and pulled her down hard, just before filling her with his spunk. She held him in for a few moments longer till regretfully letting go of his cock and rolling over to the bed. Instantly she snuggled up against his body while pulling up the blankets to cover them. Her ass was wedged against his groin. His arm was over her, and cupping a boob. She raised her leg and reached way down, finding his flaccid cock. She tucked it tight against her cunt and lowered her leg back down.“Making sure your cock remains warm and comforted, Phil. Good night dear.” Her last thought was of his steady heartbeat against her ear. This became a nightly tradition over the next several days of Christmas break."3, 2, 1, Happy New Year!" Came the cheers from the television, not that Mel heard, because just when the ball hit bottom, she screamed in orgasm while getting pounded from behind. Phil had a tight hold on her hips and kept slamming deep into her, driving her through three more orgasms before pulling out and spraying his load over her ass and back. Both collapsed upon the bed, panting and grinning. She leaned over to give him a tender kiss, "Now That, is the way to bring in the New Year!" A great year, and a loving, passionate, new love affair.By JagFarlane for Literotica.

Slumber’s Interlude. By FenellaAshworth. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. Emily was suffocating. Her lungs felt as though they were on fire. The snow was piling in on top of her and there was simply no escape from the wrecked car in which she was trapped. With arms and legs flailing in all directions to no avail, she screamed on and on and on, ‘Emily!’ She heard his voice above her own gasps. He sounded calm, strong, reliable and infinitely dependable. 'Emily!’ he repeated, a little louder, his hands gripping her shoulders. 'Wake up, Sweetheart. You’re having a nightmare.’In shock, she snapped open her eyes, only to find herself in bed and gazing directly into Sam’s handsome face. Having been woken from his slumber by her cries, Sam had swiftly dashed across the corridor to provide comfort. With immense relief that she wasn’t actually trapped inside a wrecked car, Emily dropped her head back down onto the pillow as her galloping heart rate slowly subsided. 'Thank you,’ she sighed at length. 'I’m not sure what happened there.’ 'You had a nightmare. It’s perfectly natural after your accident,’ soothed Sam. Now that she was out of imminent danger, Emily was able to take a proper look at the man who had materialised in her dimly lit room. Wearing shorts and a T-shirt, she was drawn to his muscled, hairy legs and, quite literally, 'just out of bed’ hair; a look which he pulled off to perfection. She had never seen a man look so desirable; so completely out of her league. Sighing deeply, she closed her eyes, simply enjoying the feel of his fingers which continued to comfortingly stroke her bare shoulders. Daringly, she lifted her eyes to his, only to observe that intense gaze once again. 'May I hold you?’ he asked in a gruff voice. 'Yes,’ she nodded, surprised by her immediate reflex response, which had escaped before her astonished brain had a chance to fully process the implications of his question. Within seconds, Sam had closed the bedroom door, flicked the lights back off and slipped under the bedcovers beside her. Sliding across to the centre of the bed, he manoeuvred a disbelieving Emily onto her side before wrapping his strong arms around her, spooning tenderly. Wearing only a thin, silk camisole, Emily lay there in frozen disbelief, unsure of what to say or do. One thing she did know though; there wasn’t a snowflake’s chance in hell of her falling asleep again now. As she took a deep calming breath, the delicious scent of him filled her lungs and made her spine tighten with desire. 'Good night, Emily,’ he murmured, gently stroking his fingertips across her forearm. 'Good night, Sam,’ she croaked into the darkness, her eyes wide and staring. As they lay there, Emily listened to his slow, methodical breathing, super-aware of his presence and each and every touch point of their bodies. She could feel herself becoming increasingly aroused; her pussy had begun rhythmically clenching with each stroke of his hand. After a while, he spoke once again. 'Can’t sleep?’ he murmured into her ear. 'No,’ she croaked from deep within her dry throat. 'You’re probably still stressed out from the crash,’ he said kindly. 'Um, maybe,’ she sighed, wiggling her hips backwards to snuggle closer to his body. Through her thin, silk nightdress, she was surprised to feel his thick erection, now nestling between her ass cheeks. 'I’m sorry,’ he groaned quietly. 'It’s the unavoidable curse of being a man.’ 'Is it really a curse?’ asked Emily. 'Yeah, sometimes,’ admitted Sam, a smile clearly apparent in his voice. 'You don’t get much leeway to be subtle. If my cock were a person,’ he continued, gently shaking his head. 'It would basically be wearing a fluorescent jacket, holding a loud hailer and shouting “I think you’re stunning and I wanna fuck you all night”.’ A long silence followed this pronouncement. Eventually, Emily finally built up the courage to voice the question she’d been bursting to ask. 'And is that also your opinion?’ she breathed. 'Can I plead the fifth amendment?’ he asked, only half joking. 'If I knew what that involved,’ smiled Emily. 'But I don’t, so you’d best just answer.’ Another long silence followed, during which time the house creaked and groaned from the influence of the snowstorm taking place outside. 'Yeah, I think you’re stunning,’ he eventually admitted, in an undertone. Emily lay stationary in his arms, biting her lower lip, not daring to move. 'And the other part?’ she whispered, her heart rate ramping up with every second that passed. 'You mean do I want to fuck you all night long?’ he queried, sounding increasingly confident. 'Uh-huh,’ groaned Emily, nodding gently. 'I’d substitute the word “fuck” with “make love”, but, yeah, of course,’ he sighed. 'More than anything. What man wouldn’t? Sorry,’ he added, when she failed to respond. 'You know, men and women aren’t that different,’ said Emily at last. 'Is that right?’ sighed Sam, now achingly hard. 'Yeah,’ smiled Emily, wrapping her fingers around his hand and guiding it gently onto her breast. 'Women’s bodies just use slightly more subtle signals.’ Groaning with deep contentment, Sam allowed his thumb to glide up and over her silk-covered, erect nipple before circling gently. His actions immediately elicited a deep moan from Emily, who subconsciously rocked her hips back against him. Sam stroked one hand tenderly across her flat stomach, whilst the other attended to her throbbing nipples. When he progressed to placing his thumb and index finger around each nub, squeezing and pulling away gently, Emily groaned loudly. Arching her back, she pushed her head into Sam’s shoulder, exposing her tender neck to him. 'You are incredibly sexy, Miss Jones,’ he muttered, starting to kiss teasingly from Emily’s ear lobe down to her collar bone. 'I’m in heaven, just being here with you like this.’ Unable to respond, Emily simply sighed, allowing her spare hand to trail behind her to caress Sam’s rock-hard thighs. In all honesty, Emily felt almost inebriated; overwhelmed by his pure sensuality and the continuous movement of his hands. It was crazy but, although their lips hadn’t even touched yet, it already felt as though they were making love. It was amazing how his smallest touch encouraged tiny impulses of pleasure to radiate out across her body. Utterly relaxed, Emily allowed him to set the pace. And his pace was slow. Seriously slow. She had never experienced anything on this level before; a man who had all the time in the world to pleasure her, happy to delay his own gratification for the sake of her enjoyment. As time passed, Emily felt herself surrender to him completely. Eventually, wordlessly, Sam encouraged her to turn in his arms and face him. As she shuffled around, she realised how swollen her pussy had become; arousal had literally started to pool on the bed sheet below. How was it possible to be this turned on already? Through the darkness, Emily could sense Sam’s face moving closer to hers. As his hand moved up to cup her cheek, she felt his warm breath floating into her mouth, which she opened slightly in willing anticipation. She was, therefore surprised, that the first touch she experienced was from his teeth, encompassing her top lip and tugging gently. 'Uh,’ she groaned, from the sensation of having her mouth trapped by his. He held her there for a long moment, before running his soft tongue across her imprisoned lip, causing a moan to resonate deep within Emily’s throat. As automatically as breathing, her hand migrated to the back of Sam’s head and clung onto his hair. A reciprocal groan sprang from him, as he loosened his hold, only to sink his teeth into her bottom lip and repeat. Eventually Sam released her. 'I must have been very good all year, to have you as my Christmas present,’ he murmured. 'You have been,’ she panted. 'Your aunt’s already informed me that you’re a good boy.’ 'Did she?’ he smirked, allowing his slowly circling hands to migrate across Emily’s lower back and teasingly skim her bottom. 'What other lies did she tell you?’ 'I think the words she used were faithful and trustworthy,’ gasped Emily, in response to his wickedly exploring hands. 'Ah, well, that’s true. But if you’re looking for somebody who’s good, I’m afraid I’m destined to disappoint you.’ 'I just want you,’ sighed Emily, surprised to feel brave enough to share her innermost desires. 'I honestly don’t care much about anything else.’ 'That’s a relief,’ growled Sam. 'Because tonight, I hope “good” will be the very last adjective you’ll choose to describe me.’ Dropping his mouth down onto hers, this time, he allowed his full, soft lips to mold themselves to Emily’s, before they embarked on the most exquisite kiss she had ever experienced. When their soft, velvet tongues finally grazed against each other, Emily groaned throatily, unable to prevent herself from naturally lifting her uppermost leg to wrap around his waist. With no panties on, she felt a thrill as the coarse texture of his cotton T-shirt brushed against her wet, throbbing pussy lips. This man was out of this world; the whole day simply had to be a dream. For Emily, the time she spent with Sam was an education in itself; she had never before been with a man who paid her so much time, care and attention. His hands never once stopped caressing her back, head and shoulders, yet he was in no rush to progress, seemingly happy to kiss, just for the sake of kissing. God, she’d forgotten how much she enjoyed such intimacy. With a heightened sense of self, the experience of simply being alive had never felt so good. When they eventually drew apart, Emily slowly opened her eyes, surprised to see the room dimly illuminated. Without them being aware, the snowstorm had now quietened, producing occasional breaks in the cloud that allowed moonlight to infiltrate through. As a result, the bright light bounced across the pristine white surfaces outside and crept in through the windows. 'Look at me,’ directed Sam, as he held her close against him. Slowly raising her chin, Emily locked onto his eyes which were twinkling back at her, lines fanning out from the corners, providing a giveaway sign that he was smiling. 'You are so beautiful, Emily,’ he murmured before leaning forwards to plant the lightest of kisses on her lips. His words were spoken with such genuine affection that she feared her heart would explode with longing. Gradually kissing and nibbling his way down her neck and shoulders, he eased her arms through the straps of her camisole, leaving her feeling vulnerable yet wanton. With the silk garment still covering her breasts, Sam danced his talented lips and tongue across her chest, planting butterfly kisses, whilst purposefully avoiding where she most wanted him to concentrate his obvious talents. Emily’s hands naturally migrated to the back of his head. With her fingers buried in his thick, silky hair, she did her best to guide him towards her throbbing nipples. Aware of her arousal starting to stream from her body, she was painfully desperate for his touch. 'No,’ she groaned as, having felt his tongue skip lightly beneath her camisole to venture over the very edge of her areola, he drifted away once more. Immediately, Sam lifted his head away from her. 'You need me to stop?’ he asked seriously. 'I need you to stop teasing me,’ complained Emily. 'Well, that’s never going to happen,’ he sighed. 'But if you need to sleep, I can stop.’ 'Sleep?’ she asked incredulously, her body buzzing with sexual tension. 'You’re kidding me, right? I’ve never felt this turned on.’ 'Um, good,’ he sighed with satisfaction, slowly pulling away Emily’s clothing to reveal her aching breasts. 'You aren’t alone.’ 'I want you inside me,’ she gasped, as he directed her nipple between his teeth and began to lightly clamp it. Feeling him sucking her sensitive skin deeper into his mouth, before adding his teasing tongue, Emily threw her head back and cried out. Releasing her, he made his way across to her other breast. 'Believe me, you will have me inside you. But until then, I’m a very patient man and I’m not going anywhere,’ he growled, before pulling her other nipple into his warm mouth. 'Fuck!’ cried out Emily in disbelief, as an electrical impulse seemed to travel straight from his mouth to her core. She was so wet now, it was getting ridiculous. She could feel her arousal running across her exposed thigh, over her ass and sticking to the bed sheets below. 'But what about your pleasure?’ she panted, when his gifted mouth finally released her. 'You don’t think being here with you, like this, is giving me the biggest thrill ever?’ he smiled. Creeping further down the bed to kiss her abdomen, he pulled her bunched-up camisole completely away, to leave her naked and entirely vulnerable to his will. 'God, I just want to touch you all night long.’ 'Oh, please!’ she cried as Sam hovered his mouth over her tummy before starting to inch lower still. 'If I allow my tongue to explore you here,’ he murmured, the impact of his breath bouncing over her thighs and making Emily feel faint with longing. 'Am I going to discover another one of your subtle signals that confirms you want the same as me?’ 'Yes!’ she yelped, as Sam shifted slightly, making Emily anticipate his touch before it actually happened. 'I’ve never wanted anything, or anyone, more than I want you right now,’ she panted frantically. 'Um, good to know,’ he murmured, encouraging a groaning Emily to open her legs wide to him, by lightly leaning his slightly stubbled face against her soft, inner thighs. 'And just to be clear,’ he added, hovering just millimetres above her puffy, exposed pussy. 'The feeling is entirely mutual.’ With a caress so light, Emily wasn’t initially sure if he was touching her at all, Sam began to explore. Using a combination of his fingers and tongue, he teased, stroked and experimented, softly but very, very deliberately. Whenever Sam found a location that caused a particularly appealing reaction, he paused for a beat, sampling with uncontained delight. Emily was singularly aware of her trembling mouth and heavy thighs, as blood pounded around her body. Her spine stiffened when his tongue ceased its long strokes along the length of her swollen lips, to be replaced by a darting, circling flirtation around her clit. Held in a state of extended bliss, she was unable to hear her own soft cries echoing around the room due to the loud, heavy pulse that now filled her ears. 'Please, please,’ she groaned, as his teasing became almost unbearable. Sam paused to respond to her appeal. He had been using his thumbs to tease her lips open further, enabling him to probe her more deeply with his tongue. 'Please what?’ he asked impishly, blowing a fine trail of breath over her hardened clit. 'Please let me come,’ she begged, hands tightly gripping the sheets. 'Please, ’ 'Tell me how you want to come,’ he growled. 'What do you need?’ 'Your fingers inside me,’ she said quickly, the words falling out of her mouth in desperation. It was so unlike her to be issuing instructions in this way, particularly with somebody she barely knew, but he’d simply made her feel so desperate. 'Just one?’ he suggested, circling his index finger gently around her deep pool of arousal, before ever so slowly allowing it to slide into her warm, tight body. 'Or more?’ 'Oh God!’ she groaned, her pelvis grinding against the bed. 'More.’ 'Um, yeah. I think more too,’ he breathed, slowly retracting his single finger, before allowing it to return, this time coupled with his thicker middle finger. He was astonished at how easily they slipped into her tightly clenched pussy; she was so incredibly turned on, it was delightful. 'And what about my mouth?’ he murmured, ignoring Emily crying out in reaction to the sensation of being stretched wider. 'Awgh,’ she groaned, unable to find the words to respond, as his fingers moved inside her. 'With my lips sweetly trapping your clit, you think?’ he grinned. 'Yeah, I’m inclined to agree.’ Commencing a continuous, demanding rhythm, Sam began to rock his fingers deep into Emily as he dropped his mouth down. He provided the perfect pressure, clamping his lips around her throbbing nub and working his nimble tongue around her pleasure centre. With great joy, Sam felt Emily shudder around him and he knew she was close. This is the moment thought Emily to herself, as her entire being ramped up towards her inevitable first orgasm. If I ever have a near-death experience again, this is the memory I want to flash before my eyes to remind me that I’ve truly lived. Moving her hips consistently against his powerful, unforgiving fingers and insistent mouth, Emily quickly surrendered all remaining self-control and crashed headlong into an extraordinarily powerful orgasm which seemed to have no end. When she eventually scaled back down to earth, she was left weak, dizzy and shaking, yet frantic for more. She swallowed hard, in an attempt to lubricate her dry throat, sore from the cries she’d been forced to expel. Retracting from her gently, Sam shuffled upwards and simply held her in his arms, allowing her to smell her own arousal on his breath. 'That sounded pretty nice,’ he murmured at last, once her breathing had recovered. 'Jeez,’ sighed Emily through clenched teeth. 'Do you have any idea how much I want you?’ 'Show me,’ he grinned and with a giggle, Emily willingly accepted his challenge. Sliding the T-shirt away from his flat stomach and up over his head, Emily ran her hands over Sam’s warm skin, enjoying the amazing feel of his taut, muscled body beneath her soft fingertips. But she needed to feel closer; as close as it is possible for two people to ever be. Emily had never yearned for another person like she did for Sam; they felt like two halves of the same whole and she couldn’t wait to be joined. His chest felt so strong and masculine as she ran her face against him, inhaling deeply. God, he smelt fantastic. Allowing her mouth to drop to his skin, she gently grazed her teeth, first against one nipple and then the other, relishing the groans coming from deep within his throat. Gaining confidence, her hands moved further down to his taut abdomen, circling teasingly with softly stroking fingers. Emily’s mouth followed swiftly behind, kissing along Sam’s torso; licking, tasting, nibbling and generally wallowing in the pleasurable sighs and groans he was making. Unable to help herself, her hands drifted further down Sam’s incredible physique, fingers dipping under the waistband of his shorts and pushing them away. As his cock sprang up to greet her, she could sense herself salivating, so anxious for a taste. Lifting him gently, she wrapped her lips around his warm cock, lapping her tongue over the thick head. 'Uh, Please, Emily,’ groaned Sam. 'Mum?’ she murmured, unwilling to remove her mouth. 'Turn around,’ he requested. 'I need to taste you again. Please, ’ Without removing him from her mouth, Emily managed to shuffle herself around until her pussy was held dripping over his face. With a groan of pleasure, his arms wrapped around her ass as he pulled her downwards and his talented tongue got to work once more. A deep moan rose from Emily’s throat as her grip on his shaft tightened and she took more of his cock into her mouth, her spare hand sliding around to cup and massage his balls. Drowning in the pleasure of their mutual, intimate touch, Emily and Sam moved softly against each other, pushing the other ever-closer towards climax. Emily’s mouth and hands played with Sam incessantly, until he couldn’t imagine any more blood entering his cock; it would literally be impossible to be harder. In turn, Sam repaid the favour, holding Emily on the precipice of ecstasy, tongue softly probing, fingers everywhere. Emily felt an unexpected wave of power as she held a groaning, shaking Sam hovering on the edge of his own release, by simply swiping her tongue across his throbbing head every few seconds. In turn, he held her clit between his teeth, maintaining a pressure that made arousal flow effortlessly from her pussy. 'I need you to fuck me. I need you right now,’ demanded a panting Emily, releasing him at last. 'Talk to me about contraception,’ he murmured, breathing rapidly. 'Oh crap!’ she groaned. 'I’m not on the pill.’ 'Okay, give me a sec,’ he muttered. Pulling himself up from the bed, he dashed naked, out of the door and across the landing. He swiftly returned with a box of condoms and a broad grin. 'My hero!’ giggled Emily as he collapsed back down on the bed beside her. 'But how about we don’t use them until right towards the end?’ she suggested. 'I really want to feel you, without anything separating us.’ 'That’s naughty, young lady,’ reprimanded Sam, pulling her soft figure against his. 'I know, and I’m afraid I don’t care,’ she explained, kissing him tenderly. It was some time before they came up for air again. 'You do understand that I’m going to screw you senseless, don’t you?’ Sam grinned, pushing her masterfully back onto the bed and settling between her knees, which she automatically wrapped around him. 'I just need you to be prepared for that.’ Laying his torso down over hers, Sam guided the thick head of his cock into her deep pool of arousal. Emily whimpered quietly into his mouth; it was one of the sweetest sounds he had ever heard. Allowing a trembling Emily time to get used to every single inch of him, Sam proceeded very gradually, sliding inside slowly and fluently, able to feel every muscle within her body clench. 'Oh, you beautiful, beautiful girl,’ he groaned, the head of his cock pushed part way into her tightly clamped pussy. 'Oh, God! You’re heaven, ’ 'Please, don’t tease me,’ she begged, eager for more. 'I need all of you.’ 'Have you never heard of the concept of delayed gratification?’ he murmured. Sam could feel his cock grow wetter and wetter as he moved another inch inside, allowing a gasping Emily to become familiar with his considerable girth. 'Don’t worry. I’ll soon be fucking you, the way you need to be fucked. But, right now, I’m enjoying taking my time.’ Emily tried to rock her hips in order to gain more of him, but to no avail. Chuckling, Sam lifted her wrists above her head, holding them within one of his large hands, to prevent further movement. 'I’m obviously going to have to persuade you around to my way of thinking,’ he sighed as, without any sense of urgency, he continued to barely move inside her. 'Close your eyes,’ he instructed and, after a moment’s hesitation, Emily did as she was bid. 'Why?’ she croaked, aware she was starting to be stretched to capacity. 'Because I’ll soon be buried completely inside you,’ he whispered, dropping his spare hand to squeeze one of her superb nipples. Emily gasped in response to his touch. It sent an electric current directly to her very core, forcing her to clamp even more tightly around him. 'My cock is slightly thicker at the base,’ he continued, groaning in response to her reactions. 'And I want to know if you can feel that, once I’ve bottomed out.’ 'Fuck!’ groaned Emily, her pussy contracting around him, partly from his words and partly because he had now moved to biting the soft skin of her exposed throat; a serious erogenous zone in her case. At last, fuller than she’d ever known, Emily felt the sensation of Sam’s pubic bone pushing hard against her, and she knew she’d taken all of him. He moaned long and low as Emily’s internal walls constricted, forcing his cock to respond with a quick swell. With a curl of his hips, he increased the pressure yet further, firmly trapping her swollen, wet clit between their gently rocking bodies. Struggling against his hold, Emily responded by hitching her legs up slightly higher around his hips, deepening the angle. With a long, pleasurable groan, Sam dropped his mouth to Emily’s and sampled her, whilst simultaneously rocking his hips gently, allowing the sensation between them to build. Utterly in control, he gradually pulled out of her, his long shaft being tightly gripped as it slid within her pussy. Sam found her overwhelmingly arousing; impossibly soaked, as she was, and beginning to shake in advance of her building climax. Reversing the direction, he started to push his cock slowly back into her wanton form, whilst also offering up his tongue. Emily groaned at the sensation of the simultaneous dual entry. Releasing her hands, he gently cradled Emily’s head as he sank into her sensuality, happy to drown in their deep kiss. As though by reflex, Emily’s hands moved behind him, nails digging into his firm ass, pulling him deeper. However, instead of taking her action as an opportunity to ramp things up, he simply continued to rock gently within. 'Fuck me,’ she demanded, gazing directly into his soft eyes. 'Oh, don’t worry, I will,’ he growled. 'Once I’ve finished making love to you.’ Burying himself deep inside her once more, Sam held Emily close. Despite trying to break free and grind against him, she found her movements controlled by his strong, muscular body and was instead forced to simply lay there and allow him to govern the pace. Slowly, she became aware of a wave starting to build inside her. As her pussy tightened and repeatedly clenched, so Sam’s cock began to swell and throb. Sensing an oncoming orgasm, he tried to distract himself by giving one, two, three sharp thrusts in a row. 'Oh God!’ cried Emily, clamping down hard, her face contorted with pleasure. Taking a deep breath, Sam concentrated on composing himself. He wanted to watch Emily fall into the abyss and utterly lose control around him. He wanted to drive her through her pleasure. He wanted that so, so much. But to achieve any of that, he needed to hold it together. Rolling his hips forwards, he commenced a slow, relentless set of thrusts, guaranteed to help him achieve his goal. 'Oh! Yes!’ groaned Emily, her hips starting to twist as her hands grabbed randomly at his arms and shoulders. At first she matched Sam, but quickly they lost rhythm as he began to pound her, one solid stroke at a time, building into a slow crescendo. Heaving a mouthful of oxygen deep into her lungs, Emily found herself bracing in preparation. And then the first wave hit, as her pussy repeatedly pulsed and spasmed around Sam’s thick, insistent cock. 'Fuck,’ groaned Sam, as the sensation of being gripping so tightly almost proved too much. Trying his best to maintain focus on Emily, Sam felt his heart soar at the sight of her in the throes of ecstasy, floating effortlessly from one orgasm to the next. But control wasn’t something he could maintain forever. Throbbing so powerfully it was almost painful, he felt himself begin to lose timing as pure animal instinct took over. Subconsciously holding his breath, Sam began to twist and drive furiously into a spasming Emily with repeated sharp thrusts, giving her everything he had. Just before the inevitable, he purposefully pulled out of her open, willing body and submitted to the fury of his own climax. Groaning with relief, he sent streams of come exploding across her warm, soft skin before dropping his lips to kiss her gently on the forehead. 'Oh shit! Thank you! I forgot about that, ’ gasped Emily, grateful that at least one of them had the foresight to consider their protection. 'No problem,’ croaked Sam, breathing heavily as his shaky arms gave way and he collapsed onto the bed beside her. 'Sorry about the mess.’ 'Um,’ she groaned, stretching luxuriously as she rubbed his hot seed into her skin. 'I am certainly not complaining. You can literally do that any time.’ By FenellaAshworth for Literotica.

The Manor In The Woods By FenellaAshworth. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. The landscape was almost entirely white now and dusk was starting to descend with surprising haste. As they walked, Emily observed how their route was bordered by thick, low hedges, laden with frosted, blood-red hawthorn berries and holly leaves; one of the few plants that remained green, within a mass of death and decay which mid-winter always conveyed. Continuing along the path, they soon found themselves submerged in a dark, dense coniferous forest. It was deathly quiet here, the evergreen trees packed so tightly that only the lightest sprinkling of dusty snow had so far been able to penetrate the shadowy depths. And yet the temperature seemed to have dropped even further. Emily felt a momentary waver in the high levels of confidence she’d shown, by accompanying Sam. She quietly questioned whether her normally good instincts were continuing to serve her well. ‘Still cold?’ Sam asked, picking up a little on her apprehension. Unable to voice any words, she simply nodded in response. 'I always find singing warms me up. If you’ll join me?’ he requested. 'Sure,’ she croaked, surprised at his suggestion. Causing a sudden jolt of pleasure to travel up her spine, Sam began to sing in a soft, clear voice, filling Emily’s imagination with the aroma of chestnuts roasting over a gently crackling, open fire. How was it possible that this man was making her feel an excitement for Christmas that she had barely felt since childhood? And certainly not in the past few years. Immediately recalling the lyrics, as though they were pre-programmed into her very being, she shyly joined in with him. Although hesitant at first, the two of them quickly relaxed. They rattled off all manner of Christmas songs from 'White Christmas’ and 'Rudolph, the Red-Nosed Reindeer’ through to 'I saw Mommy kissing Santa Claus’. The tunes were often accompanied by much guffawing, when they started to make up their own lyrics in the absence of knowing the correct ones, as well as adding in all manner of questionable vocal percussion. Consequently, it felt like no time at all before they were passing out of the thick canopy of trees and back into the white, snowy wilderness. Their singing naturally petered out as they trudged around the edge of a huge field which provided a much less intimate setting for vocal melodies, or lack thereof. Indeed, it would have been drowned out by the unmistakable noise of squawking pheasants and distant shotguns filling the air. Skirting beside a river, the looming silhouettes of Giant Hogweed could be seen rising out of the mist, before they turned a sharp corner to follow an alternative footpath which led them directly into a churchyard. Too tired now to be spooked by the lopsided gravestones rising creepily out of the mist, Emily simply kept her head down and focused on Sam’s boots, which marched just ahead of her along the narrow path. It was all but dark by the time they wearily emerged into the main body of the village. Emily noticed that parts of the main road through the village had been cleared by helpful residents. However, as the temperatures began to plummet once more, sheet ice had formed on the exposed sections, making it more dangerous than ever. Therefore, instead of slipping and sliding her way along the icy road, Emily tucked in behind Sam and followed the channel that his footsteps had made through the deep snow. It was a route which required more strenuous effort but, on the positive side, was less likely to see her fall arse over tit, and make a complete fool of herself. As they fought their way onwards, Emily found her attention drawn to a huge, eighteenth century manor house, complete with lead-latticed windows and two smoking chimneys at either end of a long, bowing roof. Every light was blazing and a low pulse of music echoed from an open downstairs window. The place was a flurry of activity; the front door wide open, as caterers carrying various trays and boxes continuously made their way across the threshold. Whoever lived there clearly had no respect for the electricity or heating bills. 'Really well done. We’ve made it,’ murmured Sam, sounding relieved. 'Here?’ asked Emily, doing a double take. 'This is your Aunt’s house?’ 'Yeah,’ confirmed Sam, gently dusting away the snow which had accumulated on her shoulders, before turning his attention towards his own. 'I was assuming she was a little old lady, living in a flat perhaps,’ admitted Emily, her eyes wide with astonishment, as they made their way up the sweeping driveway. 'She’ll love it, when she hears that,’ laughed Sam, pulling off his gloves to reveal large, strong hands with clean, neatly-trimmed nails. Emily froze. In that instant, all of her attention was directed towards him, as those same hands began to unwind the scarf wrapped around his face. At last, she would see what he looked like. 'Well, please don’t mention it then,’ she stuttered. 'What’s it worth?’ he teased, leaving Emily all but speechless. Was he flirting with her? 'Darlings!’ cried a woman who appeared on the doorstep. 'You poor things! How awful! Come inside!’ Emily stared at her in disbelief; in her sixties, the woman that greeted them was tall, slender, elegant and incredibly attractive. She was adorned with silk scarves, expensive jewellery and an expression of uninhibited delight, as though she knew a very great secret that she couldn’t wait to share. 'Emily, this is my Aunt Rosamunde,’ introduced Sam proudly. 'Aunt, this is Emily Jones.’ 'Rose, to my friends,’ she explained, putting her arm around Emily and drawing her into the warmth of her home. 'Of which you already are.’ Emily found herself unsure of where to look. Part of her wanted to soak up the interior of the amazing house into which she was now being led, but equally, she was desperate to find out what lay beneath Sam’s exterior layers of clothing. 'Oh, Sammie, Darling? Before you get too comfortable, ’ Rose added, glancing backwards. Excruciatingly, her words made him pause in his partial state of undress, just as he was about to remove his hat and scarf. 'Please could you grab another wheelbarrow full of logs from the woodshed and put them in the boot room? I’m sure we’ll run out otherwise.’ 'Only on the condition that you look after Emily, while I’m gone,’ he stated, before looking directly at Emily. 'If that’s okay with you, of course?’ he asked. She nodded shyly in response, touched that he’d bothered to ask. 'Of course I’m going to look after her!’ the older lady exclaimed. 'Then, of course, I will get you some more logs, Auntie Rosie,’ he teased, walking once again into the cold evening and pulling his gloves back on. 'Oh! Get away with you, you cheeky boy!’ exclaimed Rose with a chuckle. 'He always calls me that whenever I accidentally revert back to his childhood nickname. He knows full well it makes me sound like I’m a hundred years old,’ she explained, hanging up Emily’s dripping coat and leading her through to the kitchen. Not unexpectedly, the kitchen was incredible; a huge room, with painted white walls, infilled with thick black beams and bordered by a selection of Welsh dressers and overflowing granite work surfaces. Against one wall stood an enormous navy blue Aga throwing out a serious amount of much-welcome heat. Meanwhile, the centre of the room was taken up with a scrubbed pine table and chairs which looked as though they had served the needs of several generations before. 'Now, let’s get you defrosted. How about a nice warming drink?’ asked Rose. 'That would be wonderful,’ admitted a lightly shivering Emily, subtly making her way towards the Aga, to share some of its precious warmth. 'A coffee would be lovely if you have one.’ Almost unnoticed, one of the catering ladies who was silently floating around the room, flicked a switch to set the coffee machine into action and laid out two coffee cups, cream and sugar on the table. Meanwhile, Rose had marched to the back of the room and was scrabbling around in a cupboard. 'Or how about something a bit stronger?’ she asked, waving a bottle of Whiskey above her head, whilst wiggling her eyebrows in Emily’s direction. 'You could have an Irish coffee, best of both worlds?’ she suggested with a smile. Giggling, Emily shook her head. 'Just a coffee would be great, for now,’ she added, receiving a nod of approval from her host. 'Of course, you’re right,’ agreed Rose, making her way back to the table and pouring out their coffees from the jug which had seamlessly been delivered. Emily accepted the welcome beverage, wrapping her frozen hands around the cup and gratefully inhaling the steam. 'We should definitely pace ourselves. My dear, late husband would have said just the same,’ she confessed, smiling fondly. 'I’m sorry,’ said Emily sadly, as she received confirmation that Rose was indeed a widow. 'Oh, my dear,’ she said warmly, laying her dainty hand over one of Emily’s and squeezing gently. 'I knew love in my lifetime. True love, the kind that inspires people to write songs and write books and do all manner of other glorious things. So I absolutely forbid you to feel sorry for me.’ 'How wonderful,’ murmured Emily, sighing with deep contentment. 'Would you tell me about him?’ And with great delight, Rose did just that. As she launched into the story of how they first met, Emily provided a completely rapt audience, wanting no more in that instant, than to hear their true love story. Sam returned a short while later, to find Emily and his aunt sitting cosily in the kitchen, holding hands, giggling outrageously and chatting ten to the dozen. Neither of them had noticed his arrival, so with great pleasure he simply stood and observed the two women, between which an indisputable spark of friendship had already been ignited. 'Darling!’ Rose exclaimed with delight. With her concentration broken, Emily twisted around in her seat to be confronted by a sight that she knew was already being meticulously downloaded into her memory, to remain imprinted there for the rest of time. Quite simply, the most gorgeous man she had ever set eyes on, was leaning against the oak-framed doorway watching them. Utterly relaxed, with his arms folded, it was his wide smile, piercing dark eyes and perfectly messed up dark hair that immediately caught her attention. Slowly, her eyes dared to drop down and devour the rest of him. She processed every tiny detail, from his lithe body and strong forearms, right down to the thick navy blue socks he wore, stretched over his large feet. Unable to drag her eyes away, Emily’s gaze tracked his progress as he loped across the room, to grab another mug from the cupboard. Although she caught only a fleeting glimpse, unbelievably his back view seemed comparable to the front. Gulping in disbelief, she looked across at Rose for support. Her host seemed unusually quiet; half smiling, half grimacing, apparently incapable of speech. Glancing down at the table, a horrified Emily realised she was tightly clenching Rose’s hand. Too good-mannered to complain, relief flooded across the older lady’s face when the firm grip was eventually relinquished. 'Sorry,’ whispered Emily. Apologising had the added bonus of making her aware that, until that point, her mouth had been hanging open in utter shock. Swiftly rectifying her vacant look, Emily clamped her mouth tightly shut and tried to breathe as calmly as possible through her nose. There wasn’t anything she could do about her flushed face, but with any luck, that could be blamed on the extremes of temperature she’d been subjected to over the past few hours. By this time, the man had joined them at the table and was pouring a steaming coffee into his own mug. Emily subconsciously licked her lips as his mouth wrapped around the cup and swallowed with contentment. The low groan he made, as that initial sip slid down his throat, caused a twinge to flutter across her tingling, already swollen pussy. This man was beyond gorgeous. Emily’s mind was whirring, unable to believe he might actually be Sam. Surely this couldn’t be the man she’d spent the last two hours joking and chatting with, whilst methodically annihilating Nat King Cole’s back catalogue, could it? She would never have mildly flirted and nonchalantly shared a chocolate bar in the snow with a man who looked like, well, THAT. She shuffled slightly in her seat as a surge of blood pumped towards her abdomen. And then his familiar tone filled the room and her question remained unanswered no longer. God help her, it was definitely him. 'It looks like you two are destined to be great friends,’ he observed wryly. Neither of the two women responded; Emily because she was speechless, Rose because she was delightedly watching Emily’s reaction to the arrival of her favourite nephew. 'So, what’s the big joke?’ pressed Sam. 'You were laughing hysterically a moment ago and now there’s nothing but silence. What’s up?’ Recognising the signs of Emily’s distress, Rose stepped in to help. She had personally only observed a reaction like this once before in her life, decades earlier. It was etched on her heart because it was the precious night that she had met and fallen in love with her beloved husband. 'I was just sharing some stories about dear Arthur,’ explained Rose swiftly, but she had already lost her audience. 'You’re trembling,’ observed Sam, looking kindly at Emily. 'Come on,’ he said, taking another swig of his beverage before standing up. 'I’ll show you to your room. Then you can have a nice long bath and warm up again.’ With both of them gazing at her, as though waiting for her to take some form of action, Emily felt she had little choice but to follow Sam out of the kitchen. She wasn’t entirely convinced the cold was responsible for making her tremble, but that wasn’t something Sam needed to know. Instead, she allowed him to lead her through the house. Together, they ascended the grand staircase before turning off a long corridor. 'This is you,’ he explained, making his way into a large bedroom with a four-poster bed. Her bag had already been delivered and placed in a wing-backed armchair. 'And the en suite is just through there,’ he added, pointing towards an adjoining bathroom. 'Wow, it’s amazing,’ she croaked, overwhelmed by such a beautiful room. 'Thank you so much. Are there enough bathrooms for you to take a bath too?’ 'Why do you ask?’ he teased. 'Would you rather share?’ 'No!’ she gasped quickly. 'Is everything okay, Emily?’ he asked with concern. 'You seem different compared to earlier,  more tense?’ 'I’m fine. Thanks,’ she said a little flustered. Apart from the fact she’d surmised he had children and so probably a wife, it really wouldn’t do to let him know the overwhelming effect he was having on her body. 'Okay, if you’re sure,’ he replied, clearly not convinced. 'Help yourself to whatever you need and I’ll see you downstairs when you’re ready. And don’t rush, I know from experience that sometimes, only a long, luxurious bath will do when you’re chilled to the bone. There’s tons of hot water,  always is, so don’t hold back. My aunt doesn’t know the meaning of the word economising!’ He was just closing the door behind him when a final thought occurred. 'Oh, and don’t forget to call your folks,’ he added, walking back into the room and handing his mobile phone to her. 'The four-digit keycode to unlock the screen is my age,’ he grinned. 'See if you can guess it.’ 'Seriously?’ she protested, temporarily knocked-out of her shyness. 'Yep,’ he laughed. 'I’ll give you a clue. The first two numbers are zero, zero. Don’t forget to tell your parents you’re staying with a perfectly respectable lady. Probably best not to mention her far from respectable nephew.’ With a wink that made Emily’s cheeks and neck flush, their eyes met lingeringly before Sam closed the door firmly behind himself. With the huge bath gradually filling, Emily took Sam’s phone with a significant level of apprehension and tried to guess his keycode. Starting with an estimate of thirty-five, which was her own age, Emily gradually added one year until the phone unlocked at zero zero three nine. With a level of willpower she was unaware she possessed, Emily entered her parents’ home phone number, without once scrolling through his photographs, previous texts, or any other personal information Sam had willingly entrusted her with. Her parents’ relief when they realised their daughter was safe was palpable. Indeed, it only served to emphasise how right Emily had been not to contact them, before she could give them good news. Providing as much information as she could, Emily described the events of the day and her current location and plans. With a promise to try her best to see them tomorrow, although she had no idea how, she rang off and sank into the welcoming, deep, steamy bubble bath with a satisfied groan. Following several top ups of hot water, during which time she could hear more and more partygoers gathering downstairs, Emily eventually stepped out from the bath, her cold, aching body now warm, supple and relaxed. The sounds of excited chatter, clinking glasses and increasingly raucous laughter echoed up through the floorboards below. Wrapped in a thick, soft bath sheet, she wandered back into the opulent bedroom and emptied her rucksack. Her clothing choices were very limited; she was going to have to wear what she’d purchased for Christmas day. Having dressed in the dark-green, velvet dress, coupled with her favourite lace underwear, Emily felt classy, elegant and unsurprisingly sexy. It was either that or jeans and, glancing out of the window to see what some of the late arrivals were wearing, it didn’t look like a jeans kind of event. Once she was satisfied with her physical appearance, Emily turned her attention to her questionable emotional state. It was time to give herself a thoroughly stern talking to. In all probability, Sam wasn’t single. Besides which, he was utterly, gloriously, perfectly gorgeous. Only in her very wildest dreams would she end up with a man like that. Furthermore, it was clear he had enjoyed spending time with her on their walk, when she’d been behaving like her normal self. So acting like some love sick teenager, incapable of rational conversation, wasn’t going to be helpful on any level. It would be much more sensible to just relax and enjoy their limited time together as friends. And with that mantra firmly lodged in her mind, Emily took a deep breath, retrieved his phone from her bed and drifted downstairs. The party was a roaring success. Even though the bad weather had prevented many from attending, the majority of the village had still turned out to help make it a night to remember. Emily found herself chatting non-stop, not just to Rose and Sam whom she naturally gravitated towards, but to an array of other guests, many of which were delightful company. Towards the end of the evening, Sam sidled up behind her, taking her quite by surprise. 'Dance with me?’ he murmured into her ear. Looking around to see his smiling face, she felt her stomach drop with lust. Up close and personal, dressed in black tie, he truly was faint-making. 'Sure,’ Emily replied, in the calmest tone she could muster. She watched in astonishment as he picked up her hand, stroked her sensitive palm gently with his thumb and led her towards the dance floor at the far end of the house. The beat was slow, sultry and purposeful as 'Please come home for Christmas’ oozed out of the speakers. Gently, Sam pulled Emily’s body against his own. In a heightened state of bliss, Emily lay her head against his shoulder and closed her eyes. Revolving slowly around the room, they were aware of no one but each other. With her hands placed properly around his back, she could feel his taut muscles moving beneath her fingertips and the easy sway of his hips against hers. It was, quite simply, overwhelming. Disappointment flooded her as the song naturally came to an end. When it was replaced by 'All I want for Christmas is you,’ Sam readjusted his hold on her and continued to dance, causing Emily’s heart to soar once more. With a wide smile, Emily was unable to prevent herself from gazing up at him, her admiration blatantly discernible. 'Is everything okay?’ he asked gently. 'Everything’s just perfect,’ she replied, beaming. Chuckling slightly, he shook his head before laying his cheek against her forehead. 'You look beautiful tonight,’ he murmured matter-of-factly into her hair, as they continued to revolve around the floor. Those words had a devastating effect on Emily’s pulse, which shot through the roof as a tingle of pleasure flooded every cell in her body. They danced all the way through the tracks that followed, until the final song of the evening began to play. When the chords of 'We wish you a Merry Christmas’ boomed out of the speakers and the entire party seemed to cram into a single room, Emily and Sam were forced to step apart. The time for slow dancing had concluded. It was a little after midnight when all of the guests had finally departed and the elderly house fell still once more. 'That was the best party ever!’ Emily confided to Rose as she collapsed beside her on the sofa, in front of the gently crackling fire. 'Thank you so much for letting me stay.’ 'I’m so pleased you enjoyed yourself, my dear. I saw you dancing with Sam,’ she added mischievously, before taking a final sip from her mug of hot chocolate. 'Yes,’ admitted a blushing Emily. 'We danced.’ 'He’s a good boy, that one,’ sighed Rose as she eased herself up to standing. 'Faithful, trustworthy and very, very decent. And now I absolutely must go to sleep, so I’ll say good night, dear girl.’ 'Good night,’ echoed Emily, watching the older lady leave the room. But listening to the muffled hum of conversation between Rose and her nephew in the hallway, Emily couldn’t help but feel a sense of loss. Had Rose just warned her off Sam? Had she been trying to help her understand that he would not betray the trust of his partner; of his children? Emily gazed into the middle distance. Out of the window, thick snowflakes continued to fall silently from the dark sky. Lost in her own thoughts, she wasn’t aware of Sam’s presence, until he dropped down onto the sofa beside her. Luxuriously, he rolled his head around on his shoulders and stretched. 'Hey,’ he growled. 'Hey,’ she replied, glancing across at him. The look in his dark eyes, which danced and twinkled back at her in the firelight, forced her to inhale swiftly. 'Bed time?’ he asked. Emily nodded in agreement, with no appreciation as to whether he was making a statement or an offer. As they made their way out of the room and up the sweeping staircase, curiosity prevailed. 'Won’t your children miss you tonight?’ Emily asked. 'My children?’ he clarified, turning off lamps as they went. 'Yes, in the photo on your phone.’ 'Ah, Sally and William? Probably not,’ he explained. 'But I still have no doubt they’ll be as excited as ever, by my arrival tomorrow. I’ve always spoilt my niece and nephew with an excessive amount of Christmas presents; they’ll be pleased to discover that this year will be no exception.’ 'Niece and nephew? Oh, right,’ croaked Emily. They had come to a halt outside her bedroom door and she had absolutely no idea what to do next. Her eyes rose slowly upwards, on the off chance that a thoughtfully placed piece of mistletoe might make things easier. To her disappointment, there was only a dusty light fitting and a spider’s web. 'Well, good night Emily,’ said Sam softly, dipping his head to her cheek and allowing his lips to brush across her soft skin. He stayed there for a beat longer than necessary before straightening up. Smiling down at her, he nodded his head decisively. 'Happy Christmas.’ 'Happy Christmas,’ she murmured to his departing back, unexpectedly overwhelmed by an acute sense of loss. On the other side of the corridor, he opened his own bedroom door, paused and turned back to face her. For a long moment, they gazed at each other, although their friendly smiles had all but disappeared. Somehow, over the course of the evening, their relationship had transformed into something more intimate, perilous and demanding of attention. Emily found herself unable to do anything other than stare back, utterly spellbound. Eventually, he sighed and nodded almost imperceptibly, before retiring into the bedroom and closing the door behind himself. To be continued in Part 3 By FenellaAshworth for Literotica.