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A Gift for Her

By: bigdaddymackman



I enter the room and see you there, exactly as you should be. Blindfolded, wrists cuffed and kneeling. I am pleased to see that you have followed my instructions. I see your beautiful hair is neatly tied back, something that may come in handy later I think to myself. I circle you, looking over my prize. A smile comes over my face as I think about what I have in store

I know you can hear my footsteps. You are trying to follow me with your ears. Listening and turning your face in the direction of my steps. I stop and decide to begin our session.

"Hello Pet" I say.

"Master?" she asks.

"Yes pet it's me," I answer.

I can see the relief in your posture. You never did like this scenario. You were always worried that someone else might stumble upon you in this position and do truly unspeakable things with you.

"How is my pet?" I ask.

"I'm wonderful now Master." she replies.

"Really Pet?" I playfully answer.

As she begins to speak I reach down and take hold of both her nipples and squeeze. The only sound to come out of her mouth was a moan.

"From this point on pet there will be only three things you need to say" I tell her.

"I will be putting an item in your hand" I whisper.

"When it is placed in your hand you will say either, mouth or pussy. Do you understand Pet?" I ask.

I release her nipples and slide in behind her. I grab hold of her wonderful ass and begin to massage each orb. 

"Well pet do you understand?" I ask again.

She is unsure how to answer.

"WELL?" I yell in her ear as I start to press my fingernails into her ass.

Another moan escapes her mouth as she pushes back against my hands. She nods her head, she understands.

My submissive is wonderful.

She has always taken care of my needs. She has always followed my instructions and never questioned my commands. I know she loves pain; conversely I enjoy doling it out. I also know through our time together that she also has a softer side. This day was going to be for her. There would be no flogging or spanking today. Today was going to be a special session for her.... with a twist.

"Good" I say.

I continue to rub her ass, calming her. What she doesn't know is that I sent a text to someone a few minutes ago. 

This was going to be fun.

A knock on the door startles her. I can see the fear in her chest as it rises and falls. 

"Come in" I call out.

My pet is shaking, she knows I would not hurt her or put her in a dangerous position. Her heart is pounding; sweat starts to bead on her forehead. She hears footsteps approaching. Her body is giving her away, I can see her pussy lips glisten with her juices. Her nipples are hard as diamonds, her scent fills the air.

The footsteps stop in front of her. She can hear the rustling of clothing being removed. I reach down and lift my pet to her feet.

"Now Pet remember, pussy or mouth are the only answers" I remind her. She nods again.

The first item that was placed in her hand was warm, long, and thick with large bumps on it. She held it in her hand caressing it for a second.

"Pussy" she said.

"Very good Pet" I answer.

The second item was a little different. This item was large. My pet could feel the blood pulsing through its veins as she held it. A scent was coming from it and unlike the other one, this one was hot.

"Mouth" was all she said.

I put my hands on her shoulders and gentle pressed on them. She took the hint and lowered herself to her knees.

"Okay everyone, let's begin." I announced.

I don't know what was running through her mind right after I said that but the way her head perked up I think I can figure it out. We have had many sessions together but never with other people. She mentioned a couple of times before that she would like to try a threesome. Well here was her chance. A foursome actually.

Her lips were parted by a rather large cock. It's head slipped past her lips with ease. By the time half of it was inserted it was already at her throat.

"Come on Pet" I urged her on. "You always said you wanted a throat fuck" I sneered.

Her throat opened and accepted more of this snake. I could see it making it's way down her throat. My friend was successful in placing his 10 1/2 inch cock in my pets' throat, cutting off her air supply. His pubic hair was ticking my lover's nose as he held this position. A sensation that she wasn't expecting came next. Her throat completely filled, she could feel something entering her pussy. It entered slowly and was vibrating. Further and further it went, hitting the entrance to her womb,

Everything was still for a second; she enjoyed the sensation of being filled. My pet was in a blissful state when it all started.

The cock that was filling her throat and cutting off her air supply was removed. One gasp or air and it was returned to it original place, causing her to gag. The Vibrator was still in place, giving her great pleasure. Again the cock was removed and again replaced. My friend was unrelenting. He was fucking her throat like there was no tomorrow. My lover was doing her best but couldn't keep up. There was so much saliva coming out of her mouth it covered her face and dribbled on to her chest.

"Well pet are you enjoying this?" I asked.

"Mmhmm" was all she could get from her throat.

The vibrator was now moving in and out of her very wet pussy. My friend on the vibrator was skilled in the art of using it. My pet just didn't know where to concentrate. 

"Do you want me to slide my cock in your ass now?" I whispered in her ear.

She didn't answer, actually she couldn't answer. The ministrations were taking their toll on her and she was about to cum.

I let my two friends know that she was getting close to cumming. That being said the speed in which she was being throat fuck increased. My pet was gasping for air so hard I thought she'd hyperventilate. The vibrator was removed and her pussy was being expertly eaten out. My pets' juices coated my friends face, causing me a bit of envy. I loved the way my pet tastes.

It happened like a symphony, the sounds were incredible.

My pet started to cum, causing her body to tense. This caused her throat to close on the cock. My friend couldn't hold on any longer and as her throat milked his cock. Grunting and groaning, he sent jet after jet of hot cum down her throat. 

As all involved started to relax I knew that the best was still to come.

"Very good pet." I commend her

"I hope you enjoyed that," I tell her.

I thought she was going to say something be she never did.

"I would like you to meet some people." I say as I remove her blindfold.

As her eyes adjust she sees who had just pleased her.

In front of her is a very, very large black man, his cock dangling only inches from her face. She looks at me with a quizzical look and smiles. She leans forward and kisses the last of the cum off it. She takes it in her hands and rubs it all over her face, one last lick and she lets it go.

"Look down pet" is all I say.

She looks down and sees the prettiest blue eyes she has ever seen looking back at her. My pet realizes that it's a woman that has just pleased her. I can see her chest heaving as she thinks about what just happened.

I tell Holly to give her pussy a couple of more licks. When she does, my lover has another violent orgasm on the second lick

As my Friends get dressed and I see that Brian is not only very well endowed but also very handsome. His skin is very dark and in contrast to my pet's, surreal. Holly is pretty in a down on the farm sense, well built and hearty. 

What happened next surprised me. My pet got up and went over to Holly and with out saying a word took hold of her and kissed her. Then returned to her knees beside me.

I thanked them both and showed them to the door. When I came back my pet was still on her knees waiting for me.

I put my hand under her chin and had her look up at me.

"Thank you, Master." She said.

I told you she was a wonderful submissive.

A Gift for Her Father



Twenty year old Robyn Alexander returned home from college in early December. She had not been home since Christmas the year before. She decided to spend her summer vacation on the beaches of south Florida instead of home in the nothingness of south Wisconsin. Little did she know, the family had changed greatly since her last visit.

When Robyn last left, her parents could not have been more in love. Her sister Tina was living at home about ready to graduate high school. Her aunt and uncle were ready to move in the area to be near the rest of the family. Fast forward one year, the parents cannot stand each other anymore. Tina dropped out of college and started popping pills while living in the family's garage. Aunt Jamie and Uncle Hank were arrested for robbing a liquor store. The life that Robyn missed so much was still gone.

After two days home, she quickly picked up on the tension that spread throughout the household. Constant yelling between her mother and father, mother and sister, father and sister and even herself and her mother filled the days. In two days, Robyn had gone from loving her mother to hating her. From what she observed, her mother blamed her father for Tina's drug problems and even Jamie and Hank's arrests. In her mind, his firing from the law firm that had employed him for over twenty years led to the family's downfall.

On Saturday night, three days after arriving home, Robyn was watching TV in the living room when her father came in and sat down next to her.

"Hi honey." He said.

"Hi Dad." She gave him a hug. "How are you doing? Things are a lot different here than I remember."

"You can thank your mother for that. She blames everything on me and..." He looked at her and stopped himself from finishing the sentence.

"And what?" She asked.

"I'm sorry honey but...I hate your mother. I know it's wrong but I can't stand to be around her. I think this will probably be our last holiday as a family." He tried to contain his anger.

"It's okay Dad, I understand. Mom has been a real...a real bitch since I got here." The two shared a smile.

"I need to get away. I don't even feel like a man anymore. I haven't..." He again stopped.

"Dad, you can tell me anything." She grabbed his hand.

"I haven't had sex in two years."

Robyn was shocked; especially since even a year ago they seemed happy. It was weird to think that she had had sex more recently since her dad, and it had been since summer for her.

"Two years? Damn it, nobody should have to wait that long." She said. "I'm sorry to hear that dad, I wish there was something I could do."

"Don't worry honey, I'll be fine." 

Her father got up and left the room, leaving his daughter alone with her thoughts. Robyn had felt bad for him but after hearing that story, she felt even worse. She finished watching her show before she went upstairs to her bedroom for the night. After changing into her pajamas, she sat cross-legged on her bed and stared at the gift she had bought for her parents. 

Robyn had searched through the family's photo albums over the summer and found several pictures of all four of them together that she had cut and pasted into a large collage. Now with her family close to implosion, she cried at the sight of it.

"I need to get Dad something special for Christmas...something to get his hatred for Mom out of his mind." She thought to herself. She turned the lights off and went to bed.

She spent an hour lying there, trying to think about the perfect gift for her father. She had a few good ideas but one stuck out above the rest. She knew that it would be a risky gift and difficult to pull off but it was the only thing that could make him very happy. All she needed was to plan it out, something that would be done tomorrow.

Robyn awoke around eight o'clock Sunday morning, Christmas Eve, to loud shouting downstairs. She recognized both voices to be her parents. She tried to cover her ears but the last sentence came through clearly.

"Have a merry fucking Christmas asshole." Her mother yelled before running upstairs and slamming the bedroom door.

"It is a merry fucking Christmas." Robyn said as she stood up and put her glasses on.

She made her way downstairs and sat at the table, next to her father. 

"Hell of a wakeup call." She said as she took a sip from a coffee cup.

"Sorry about that." He said before Tina walked into the kitchen from outside.

"Why is everyone yelling? I could hear you outside." She said as she grabbed a granola bar.

"Sorry honey." Their father said.

"Whatever. If you need me, I'll be passed out in the car. I just took a strong sleeping pill so I can sleep around you people." Tina walked back outside.

Robyn's father grabbed her hand. "I'm so proud of you for not turning out like that...or your mother. You are perfect Robyn." He hugged her.

"I love you Dad." She whispered. "I have a really special Christmas gift that I want to give you tonight. Meet me in the living room around nine o'clock tonight. Okay?"

"Deal." 

Robyn got up and headed upstairs. After a quick shower, she slowly made her way downstairs while tying her long chestnut hair in a ponytail. She looked around and saw that the coast was clear and headed outside to the garage. When she opened it up, she found her sister sleeping in the car with the windows down. She poked at her to make sure that she was knocked out, even slapping her pretty hard but Tina did not budge.

"Those pills must be really strong." Robyn thought.

She looked around the garage and opened up a toolbox filled with her sister's "medicine". She poked through the sea of orange pill bottles until she found what she was looking for. She took two of Tina's sleeping pills and slipped them in her jeans pocket. She read the warnings to make sure she knew how many were too many.

"Do not exceed three pills in a twenty-four hour period." She read.

Robyn closed the toolbox and made her way out of the garage and back into the house. She spent the rest of the day plotting out how the night would go. After she ate dinner with her father, she cleaned the dishes while he watched TV. It was now eight o'clock in the evening, an hour before she was to give the gift to her father.

The whole day, her mother had stayed locked in the master bedroom. Robyn decided that it would be a good idea to make her some tea (at least that is what she told her father). She made the tea and added a special ingredient. Earlier in the day, she had mashed the two sleeping pills into a fine powder which she poured into the cup.

"Sleep tight Mommy." She thought while she stirred the drug into the drink. Robyn carried the drink up to the master bedroom and knocked. "Mom, I brought you up some tea."

Her mother opened the door and let her daughter in. Robyn handed her the cup and sat down on the bed. Her mother quickly drank it down; having not drank anything all day.

"I'm sorry if this weekend hasn't been the greatest." She told Robyn.

"It's okay Mom, I don't blame anyone. It's just one of those things, right?" She smiled.

"I guess so." The effects of the drugs were quickly setting in the woman. "Wow, I'm really tired."

"I'll go and let you get some sleep. See you tomorrow Mom." 

Before Robyn could exit the room, she heard her mother begin to snore. She walked back over to her and sat on the bed once again. 

"Sleep tight." She kissed her forehead and headed downstairs to the living room.

Robyn walked in and saw her father watching a football game. She sat next to him and pulled out her cell phone. She held it in front of his face as it clicked over from 8:59 to 9:00.

"Ready for your gift?" She asked him. He nodded. "Okay then, close your eyes and follow me."

He stood up and closed his eyes as his daughter led him upstairs and into the master bedroom. She stood him directly in front of the bed where her mother was passed out. She stood behind him and said, "Okay, open your eyes." He opened his eyes and saw his wife asleep.

"What is going..." He turned around and was shocked at what he saw.

Robyn was standing at the doorway, having stripped herself of her jeans and t-shirt. She was standing in a pink bra and black panties; her long brown hair down past her shoulders and her glasses dangling from her mouth.

"Surprise." She said as she walked towards him.

"Robyn, what is going on?" 

She got to him and placed her finger over his mouth.

"Remember yesterday when you told me that you haven't had sex in two years?" He nodded. "Well that's my gift. I'm giving myself to you."

"Robyn, this is crazy. You're my daughter; I can't have sex with you. What if your mother wakes up and finds you dressed like that?"

"Mom got a cup of tea with two of Tina's sleeping pills in it. It's the next part of my gift. I want you to have sex with me on top of Mom." She started to kiss his neck but he pulled away.

"Robyn, what is wrong with you?" He started to leave but she turned him around and grabbed onto the bulge in his pants.

"I'm not taking no for an answer Dad. I want you to fuck me on Mom's unconscious body. If you don't, I'll tell Mom that you drugged her and tried to rape me. I love you Dad, please don't make me do that." She groped hard at his cock through his jeans. "Your dick is hard, you know you want to."

Her father stood there while she grabbed at his cock. He looked over at his wife and back and Robyn. Without saying a word, he grabbed her by the ass and lifted her onto the bed. She lay back against her mother's body as he started to undress. She watched intently as he lowered his jeans and exposed his thick eight inch cock to her.

"I'm already liking this." She said as she unhooked her bra and let her petite breasts free.

Robyn sat up and engulfed his cock with her warm mouth. She took no time before she roughly bobbed her head back and forth against her father's rigid member. He ran his hands through her hair, occasionally grabbing on and pulling her closer.

"Oh fuck Robyn, where did you learn to suck cock so well?" He asked her.

She pulled his meat out of her mouth. "Sorry Daddy but I had a LOT of fun in Florida this summer."

"Don't be sorry honey; you are really good at it." They both laughed before she continued sucking him.

The man tossed his t-shirt on to his wife's sleeping face and pulled Robyn to her feet. He turned her around and bent her over across the sleeping body. He roughly tore his daughter's panties from her body and quickly knelt down. He pressed his tongue against her soaking wet hole, causing her to moan. She grabbed onto her mother's hair and pulled her close until their foreheads touched.

"Oh Mommy, Dad's licking my pussy really good." She said to the sleeping woman. "Why won't you let him do this to you? He's really good at it." She pushed her mother's head back to the pillow and screamed out as his thumb circled around her clit.

Robyn panted harder and harder as her father's tongue went deeper and deeper inside of her. She pushed her body up purred loud before her father broke away from her crotch. She flipped over on to her back and spread her legs wide, giving him a really good look at her trimmed pussy.

"You have a very pretty pussy Robyn." He said as he started rubbing his cock against it.

"You make 'em good Dad." They laughed.

Robyn pulled away before he could enter her and repositioned herself until she was lying directly on top of her mother. Her father moved between her legs and slowly started pushing into her. She pressed her body hard against her mom and moaned loud. She gave her mother a kiss on the cheek as all eight inches fit into her.

"Mmm, you are so tight Robyn." He said before slowly thrusting in and out.

Robyn grabbed at her small breasts and lightly tugged at them, causing her to moan more. It took very little time before she and her father synced up their motions and fucked at a natural pace.

"Oh daddy, I love you so much." She said before looking at her mother again. "More than you do." She whispered into her ear. "Fuck!"

"I love you too honey. God damn!" He responded.

He grasped onto her hips and fucked her harder, causing her to instantly climax. She arched her back up high and let out a high pitched squeal that could have been heard throughout the house.

"I'm cumming daddy!" She yelled.

He felt her pussy leaking more and more of her sweet nectar all over his solid cock. He pulled out of her and pressed his tongue to it again, drinking it all up. Once he was done, he crawled on the bed, hovering over his wife.

"Turn around honey." He told his daughter.

As Robyn got to her hands and knees and turned around, he took the opportunity to lightly slap his wife in the face with his sopping cock. Once his daughter was in position, he slammed back into her and fucked her from behind. Their angle eventually lowered to the point that the penetration was within an inch of his wife's face. If Robyn's pubic hair was a half-inch longer, it would be tickling her nose. He slapped his daughter's ass hard over and over again while she cheered him on.

"Harder, daddy! Harder!" She screamed. "Slap my butt harder!" She started laughing with each strike.

They continued at a steady pace for several minutes. As he started to fuck her harder, he felt his own orgasm reaching quickly. Before he could think, he felt his daughter's pussy tug at him hard. She was cumming around his cock again. He had to pull out to avoid inseminating his daughter. He jerked himself for a few seconds while she came down from her high. She turned back to him and took his cock in her mouth once again. As she was sucking him, she reached down with her free hand and lightly tugged at his tightening balls.

Robyn knew that he was about to cum so she pulled him out and grabbed on to him with both hands, furiously jerking him off.

"I'm gonna cum honey." He cried.

Robyn aimed his cock down at her mother's face and finished jerking off until he exploded. He coated his wife's face, for the first time in a long time, in his thick creamy seed. Two years of pent up sexual frustration exploded on the woman he married while his daughter watched on. Once the last drop fell from his softening member, Robyn took it back in her mouth and thoroughly cleaned him off. Once she was done, she looked up at him and smiled.

"I love you daddy." She said.

"I love you too Robyn."

He bent down to kiss her but she bent down first and started slowly licking the semen off of her mother's face. She giggled and smiled as her tongue made sure to get every last sperm off of her.

"Your cum is delicious." She said before standing up off the bed and giving her father a kiss on the cheek.

Robyn retrieved her panties from the ground and wiped any last residue off of her mother. When she was done she slowly started redressing, as did her father. They repeatedly looked at each other and smiled or laughed. When they finished redressing, they embraced in a long passionate kiss. He picked her up and carried her off to her bedroom. When they arrived, he gently lay her down on the bed and pulled the covers over her. He gave her a peck on the cheek and started to walk out of the room.

"Daddy?" Robyn called out.

"Yes honey?"

"Merry Christmas." She smiled at him.

"Merry Christmas, honey. Thank you for the best gift I've ever received." He said.

"If you ever want another "gift", just let me know." She took her glasses off and rolled over, ready to fall asleep.

"Will do." He turned the light off in her room and left.



A Gift for Her Teacher



Carrie pulled the hood of her sweatshirt forward over her eyes, even though it did no good. She peered down the street through the raindrops on her glasses. Where was the damn bus? It should have been there 15 minutes ago, and it was dark and getting colder. And now it was raining, too. She fished the crumpled bus schedule out of her pocket and her heart sank -- there in bold print at the bottom, it read, "Due to street repairs December 8-31, the #16 Cross-Town will be re-routed..."

Well, shit. She sighed and tried to figure out if she had enough cash for a cab. As she stood there mentally counting her pocket change, a car pulled up to the curb and the passenger window slid down slowly. Carrie could barely make out a male driver, no passengers, non-descript blue sedan...oh, not good, not good at all. Heart pounding, she stuffed her hands in her pockets and began walking away, quickly. 

"Hey!" the driver called. Carrie ignored him, walking even faster down the empty street. The car followed her, slowly. "Hey wait -- Caroline!" She stopped in her tracks and spun around. "It's me, Dave Simpson." 

Still keeping a wary distance, she squinted into the dark interior of the car, and was pretty certain the driver was the man who had taught her 12th grade English. "Mr. Simpson?" 

He laughed, "It's been -- what? Two years since graduation? I think you can call me Dave now." He leaned over to open the passenger door. "Sheesh, girl, it's pouring -- hop in!"

Carrie hesitated for only a moment, before sliding gratefully into the warm, dry car. "Oh, man, my clothes are soaked, I'm sorry, your upholstery..."

"Quit apologizing," he said, "I saw you looking like a drowned rat out there, so I knew what I was in for." He grinned at her, and she couldn't help but grin back. He didn't look like he'd changed at all since she was in his class -- same tousled brown hair, same easy smile, same kind blue eyes behind studious wire-rimmed glasses. She felt a quick rush of warmth to her face as she remembered what a huge crush she'd had on him. He pulled back out on to the street. "So, where are we headed?" 

"Well...I live quite a way from here..." she gave him directions to her apartment. 

He gave a low whistle. "And you always take the bus, this late at night?" He glanced over quickly, concern on his face. "I mean, not that you can't take care of yourself, but it's dark out there, and kind of deserted."

"I know, I know," Carrie replied. "But my car is in the shop, and I was working on a paper at the library -- it's due on Friday, before Winter Break, and I'm kind of struggling with it." 

"Really? What's your topic?" 

Carrie rolled her eyes. "Huxley's Brave New World and Orwell's 1984, comparing their visions of the future." 

"Wow," Dave said, nodding thoughtfully. "Ambitious undertaking." 

"Yeah, but I may have bit off more than I could chew this time." She polished the water drops off of her glasses with the edge of her t-shirt, which was slightly drier than her hoodie. "I have the outline, all of my note cards, the bones written down -- I'm just having a hard time pulling it all together, you know, making it gel." She sighed, her mood suddenly as dismal as the weather.

"Hmm..." Dave mused, while they idled at a stop light. "You know, my house isn't far. We could go there, I could look at what you've got, see if I can offer any suggestions. We could even throw your sweatshirt in the dryer for a few minutes." He grinned again. "What do you say?"

"Would you?" Carrie's eyes lit up. "Oh, that would be so great...I mean, I'd really appreciate any help you could give me!" 

"Absolutely," he said. "I remember you being a very good student, Carrie, an excellent writer. I'm looking forward to reading what you have done so far." 

Carrie blushed, and looked out the window, "Thanks Mr. Simpson."

He glanced at her again, quickly, then turned right, on to a suburban street. "No problem -- always glad to help out a former student. And please, call me Dave."

Carrie bit her lower lip, shyly. "Okay...Dave. Thanks."

Dave drove through an older neighborhood, with small, well-kept yards and huge trees lining the street. His house was fairly small, with a huge wrap-around porch. They dashed from the car to the front door, laughing and dodging raindrops. He tossed Carrie's hoodie in the dryer and gave her some towels to dry off and spread out on the couch so she could sit down. He introduced her to his Jack Russell terrier, Oscar -- Oscar Wilde, named by a friend, Dave explained, rolling his eyes -- who was excited and delighted to have company visiting, but finally settled down, curling up on a cushion on the floor. 

"Do you need to call anyone to let them know you'll be late?"

Carrie shook her head. "Nope...my Gran couldn't take the cold and the damp anymore, so my parents moved with her to Arizona a couple of months ago. Since I'm in school, I decided to stay and get an apartment." 

"Ah, I see." Dave reached in a drawer and pulled out a stack of rainbow colored paper. He fanned it out in front of her like a magician doing a card trick and said, "Pick a card, any card -- I can't cook worth a damn, but I have take-out menus for every place in town that delivers." Carrie selected a pizza menu; later, they munched on deep dish slices of pepperoni, mushroom, and olive while Dave proofed and critiqued her work. Carrie nodded, asked questions, and took notes...and remembered why Mr. Simpson had been her favorite teacher in high school. She wasn't the only girl in her class who had had a crush on him. He was handsome, in a nerdy sort of way -- tall and lean, with that wonderful smile. He was young, right out of college two years ago...friendly, kind, great sense of humor -- but also intense and passionate about literature, and he imparted that excitement and enthusiasm to his students. 

Finally, yawning, Carrie asked him to please drive her home. He helped her slip on her sweatshirt, now warm and drier than the rest of her clothes. As he pulled up to her apartment building, he said, "You know, I could help you polish that paper a little more, if' you'd like to come over again, maybe tomorrow?" 

Carrie felt her heart pounding, her breathing shallow. "Yes, yes, I'd really like that...I'd appreciate it...um, I get my car out of the shop in the afternoon...what time would you like me to come over?"

They agreed about 6:00 would be good. They exchanged phone numbers, and Carrie programmed his number into her cell. Just before she left the car, Dave slid his arm around her shoulder and gave her a quick little squeeze. "Great, see you then.."

OK, this is really weird, Carrie thought, as she let herself in to her apartment. Why do I feel like I just made a date with my teacher? She stripped off her damp clothes, tossing them in the hamper, and stepped into a hot, steamy shower. She lathered the soap luxuriously over her soft skin. She closed her eyes, leaning back against the tile wall, feeling her nipples grow taut, imagining how Dave's hands would feel sliding down her sides, over her curvy hips, then behind her to cup her bottom, pulling her closer as he...

Carrie snapped back to reality. Jeez, get a grip. What would a guy like Dave see in a shy, plain, inexperienced girl like her? As she dried off, she appraised her reflection in the mirror critically. Wavy brown hair...that was okay, she guessed. Ivy green eyes -- probably her best feature, but always behind her ever-present glasses. A scattering of freckles -- not every guy likes those. And there's just too much of me, she thought, frowning at her full breasts and smacking her ample ass in irritation. She towel dried her hair, pulled on a nightshirt, and climbed into bed. 

Carrie lay awake in the dark, tossing and turning, thinking about the little squeeze Dave had given her shoulders, wondering if it meant anything at all. Her nipples felt super sensitive, rubbing against the soft cotton, and she brought her hands up under the covers to tweak them and pull on them, teasing them into aching little peaks. Still tugging on her nipples with her left hand, she slid her right hand into her panties, her two fingers sliding wetly over and over her throbbing clitoris as she brought herself to a quick, intense orgasm and soothed herself to sleep. 

The next morning, she woke up late -- her hair tangled, the sheets in disarray, and her panties pushed halfway down her thighs. She'd evidently had some wild dreams. And she could hardly concentrate in class.

At 6:05, Oscar ran to the door, barking, and Dave opened it to a shivering Carrie on his front porch. "Come in, come in," he said, ushering her out of the cold. They worked on the finishing touches of her paper over take-out chow mein. 

"Well, that was fun," Dave said, clearing the table. "How do you feel about it?"

"Pretty good, actually." Carrie admitted. "And really relieved -- I didn't think I'd ever finish it...wow, and it's only 7:30!" She looked amazed. 

"Yep, you worked hard. I'd give you an A." She smiled shyly at his praise. "So..big plans for the holidays?"

"No, not really. Since my folks and Gran moved away, it's just me," she sighed. 

"I can relate," Dave said, nodding. "Doesn't feel much like Christmas this year."

Carrie looked around at his tidy, almost Spartan, living room. "You know what? You need a tree."

An hour later, they were back with a tree...a stand...a couple of boxes of ornaments...a string of lights...all the things Carrie insisted Dave needed, and he had obliged because her bubbly enthusiasm was contagious. While he filled the stand with water and worked on getting the tree as straight as possible, Carrie ran out to her car and came back in with a couple of CD's. She popped one in his stereo, and then Bing was dreaming of a White Christmas. Dave laughed and shook his head, but after a couple of songs, the tree was decorated, the house smelled like pine, and he had to admit, it really felt more like Christmas. He scrounged up a couple of packets of hot cocoa mix, spiked them with peppermint Schnapps, and handed a mug to Carrie. "Not as good as real cocoa," he apologized, "but the Schnapps helps a bit."

"Helps a lot!" Carrie giggled. "Now all you need are some cookies."

"Well," he said softly, taking the mug from her hands and setting it down, "I think maybe I could use some mistletoe."

Dave took her face in his hands and kissed her gently. When she didn't protest, he wrapped his arms around her. His kiss deepened, tasting of chocolate and peppermint, and Carrie's knees felt weak. He pulled her close against his body, and Carrie felt a hardness in the front of his jeans, pressing against her belly. He shifted slightly against her, and she could feel it growing, getting stiffer. She broke the kiss, and came up for air, gasping slightly. Her cheeks felt so hot, and she stammered, feeling stupid, "Uh...w-well...thanks for the help...and the cocoa..." She gathered up her papers, stuffing them haphazardly into her backpack.

"Carrie, I'm sorry," he apologized. "I didn't mean to..." 

"No, no," she said, embarrassed, unable to look at him, "it's not you, it's me...believe me, it's me." 

Dave touched her arm. "You don't have to leave...I'll behave, I promise." 

"Yeah, I really do have to go...class in the morning. Listen, I'll call you and let you know my grade, ok?"

Carrie didn't call, but she sent him a text message, "I got an A -- thanks for all your help!"

He texted back, asking her over to celebrate, but got no response.

A week later, at 5:00 on Christmas Eve, Dave was flipping through the channels, telling Jimmy Stewart on TV that, no, it really WASN'T such a Wonderful Life. Oscar suddenly bounded toward the door, barking furiously, and then there was a knock. "Hey boy," Dave said, patting Oscar while nudging him away from the door, "someone's here, huh?" 

Dave opened the door to Carrie, grinning, cheeks pink with the cold, holding a plate of assorted homemade cookies. "Wow, those look fantastic! So do you!" he laughed. "Come in, come in..."

"I just wanted to thank you for all your help, you saved my grade. I'm sorry I didn't call, I just --"

"Don't worry about it, you don't need to explain anything," he assured her.

They'd had enough of take out food, so Dave took her out for a real dinner at his favorite Italian restaurant. They drove around and looked at Christmas lights for a while, then finally pulled back into Dave's driveway. "Well," he said. "Want to come in for cookies? I happen to have some homemade ones. And I even have milk for real cocoa." He wiggled his eyebrows playfully.

"REAL cocoa this time? How could a girl resist?" Carrie laughed.

He dimmed the lights and plugged in the tree. They sat, munching cookies and sipping spiked hot chocolate, listening to Carrie's Christmas CD's and telling stories. Suddenly, Dave said, "Hey, I almost forgot -- I got a gift for you. Hang on, I'll be right back." He bounded down the hall, and returned quickly with a small package wrapped neatly in gold paper. "It's not much, but when I saw it, I immediately thought of you. And I was really hoping I'd see you again." 

Carrie's eyes shone as she unwrapped a green leather-bound journal, the cover tooled in intricate leaf designs. "Wow, thank you so much," she said softly, "it's beautiful."

"I thought of you as soon as I saw it -- the color reminded me of your eyes." She looked at him, surprised, and he cleared his throat. "I just wanted you to know, you are a talented writer, Carrie, and I hope you keep writing." Cautiously he reached out and brushed her hair back from her face. "You know, I have to confess something. When you were in my class a couple of years ago, you were what -- eighteen?" She nodded, not trusting herself to speak, feeling like she could barely breathe.

"Well," he said quietly, "even when you were my student and I knew it was wrong, knew I couldn't have you, knew that I shouldn't even think about it," his hand slid from her shoulder, down to the small of her back, as he leaned in and kissed her forehead gently, "I wanted you. I wanted you so much. Do you know how hard that was for me?" 

Carrie nodded, swallowing hard. "Yeah, yeah, I do." She slipped her arms around his neck and whispered, "I have a present for you too...but you will need to unwrap it." 

He kissed her lips, her cheeks, her eyelids; he nuzzled her neck and his mouth was so warm. "Carrie, baby..." he murmured, his hands slipping under her sweater, and then tracing up the smooth skin of her back. "It feels so good to finally be able to hold you...to touch you..." She didn't even realize he had unhooked her bra, and she was amazed to feel his hands cupping her bare breasts, his thumbs teasing her hardening nipples. She made a little sound of pleasure, deep in her throat, and he pulled her on top of him, straddling his lap. His hands were in her hair, and his kisses were more urgent, more insistent. She felt his hardness pressed up against her, but this time she didn't pull away. She circled her hips, experimentally, grinding her crotch against his. Dave grabbed her hips impatiently, and pushing himself up against her, feeling her heat through her jeans. She rubbed against him again, and he groaned against her neck, his arms tightening around her; she felt a shudder run through his body, and suddenly he pushed her away, not roughly, but firmly. "Stop, god, stop, you're going to make me come before I'm even inside you!"

Carrie blushed, delighting in this information, in her new-found sense of power. He chuckled, kissed her a few more times, and gently removed her glasses and put them on the end table, next to his. Then he grabbed her hands and pulled her to her feet. "Condoms, condoms are in the bedroom," he muttered, while he steered her down the hall.

"Um, I'm on the pill...for my cycle..." Carrie said shyly. 

"Good, good," Dave said, between kisses, "real good." He left a trail of their clothing all the way to the bedroom: her sweater, his shirt, her bra, his belt, their shoes and socks...when they got to his bed, he tugged her jeans and panties down over her hips and tossed them on the floor, and his jeans followed in the heap. "Looks like we both lost a strip poker game," he joked, and Carrie giggled, a little nervously.

Dave lay next to Carrie, nuzzling her neck and kissing her shoulder. His skin was warm, and she could feel the length of his hard cock throbbing against her hip. His palm stroked down her belly to the soft curls between her thighs. Carrie parted her legs slightly as Dave stroked her pussy, easing her labia apart with his fingertips, and sliding one long, slim finger into her opening. He whispered in her ear, "You're so wet, so tight, I can't wait to be inside you." He rolled on top of her, pressed the head of his cock against her slick slit, and thrust forward with his hips. "Baby, you're so tight," he panted with effort, pushing a little more insistently...and met resistance...

His eyes searched her face. Carrie was biting her lip, breathing shallowly, but she had a look of almost grim determination on her face. "Please, Dave, please...don't stop."

"Carrie?" She wouldn't meet his eyes, and suddenly he understood and felt like a total bastard for not realizing sooner. "Oh, honey, you've never done this before?"

She looked at him pleadingly. "It's okay, I'm okay, just do it, please..."

Dave felt himself wilting just a little, the urgency gone. "No, baby, not hurried like this. You deserve better. I didn't know. You deserve something special."

"This IS special!" Carrie insisted. "Dave...you're the best teacher I've ever had. I know you can teach me how. I trust you." She buried her face against his chest, mumbling, "Besides, it's my Christmas present for you. I want you to be my first."

He circled his arms around her, holding her for a moment. He ran his hands up and down her arms soothingly, then kissed the top of her head. "Alright...but let's back up a few steps." 

Carried looked at him, questioningly.

"Well," he said, "we were sort of skipping straight to dessert, without an appetizer or a main course."

Carrie nodded, swallowing hard, while Dave slowly began kissing down her neck, her shoulder, her collarbone, her breasts...stopping to tease her nipples with his lips and tongue while Carrie sighed and ran her fingers through his hair. He continued his journey south-ward, dipping his tongue briefly into her navel, then settled himself between her legs, bending her legs at the knee and pushing her thighs apart. His breath was hot against her, and he opened her pussy with his thumbs, running his tongue from her untried opening to her tiny clit. Carrie gasped in shock -- no one had ever done this to her before. She'd made out with a few guys in school, a few uninspired gropes in the backseat, dry humping, a couple of quick hand jobs. But no man had ever taken the time to focus on her, to devote himself entirely to her pleasure. "Dave..." she managed to squeak.

"Yeah?" he said, grinning up at her from between her thighs.

"That's...wow...that's amazing...it feels..." Carrie found herself at a loss for further words.

"Nice?" he murmured, giving her a long lick.

"Ohhhh god," Carrie groaned, her knees trembling, and she felt like she was melting under his tongue like a scoop of strawberry ice cream. "It feels a lot more intense than when I...you know...masturbate," she finished, embarrassed. 

"Well, sure...kind of like, you can't tickle yourself, you know...it's better when someone else makes you feel good." He licked her again, and she writhed under him, her pussy opening for him like a flower. "Just relax for me, Carrie, let me make you feel good..."

He lapped her gently, teasing her clitoris, feeling it swell under his tongue. He laved little circles around it, experimenting until he found the spot that made her pant, made her push her pussy against his mouth, her hands pulling a little at his hair. He smiled to himself, focusing on that sweet spot, feeling Carrie's thighs shaking under his hands, while she moaned, "Yes...yesss...oh Dave...right there...I'm so close..." He felt her clit throbbing, and sucked gently until he tasted a gush of her sweet juices as she came in his mouth. 




A Gift for Her Teacher



Carrie was floating, everything was pink and golden and fuzzy...and just when Dave's attention to her sensitive button became too much, he seemed to sense that, and shifted his attention lower, lapping intently at her opening. His agile tongue tickled and teased, and then grew more insistent, probing. It was gentle, but warm and firm, pushing a little deeper, and Carrie began to crave something bigger, and harder. Dave moved up her body, cradling her in his arms, and his hand replaced his mouth. His fingers slid inside her, and she was wet, so wet -- first one finger, then two -- opening and stretching her a little more. Dave kissed her over and over until her head was spinning, his tongue in her mouth mirroring his fingers, probing, teasing. His fingers brushed over a magic place deep inside her and she gasped in shock, arching her back. He pulled back from her just a moment, evidently pleased with her reaction. Smiling a wicked, knowing, smile, he resumed kissing her deeply, his fingers rubbing and rubbing inside her, the warmth and tingles spreading through her belly, and Carrie came hard on his fingers, her wetness gushing on his hand.

She watched in a daze as he brought his fingers to his mouth, tasting her orgasm -- then he kissed her, and she could taste her own pleasure on his lips and tongue. "Now," he said softly, "I think you are more ready for me." He rolled on top of her, nudging her legs apart with his knees, as her pussy was still throbbing from her intense climax. 

Carrie glanced down, and his penis was so beautiful, curving upward toward his belly. She grasped it gently, and he closed his eyes, breathing shallowly. She stroked her hand up and down his shaft a few times, marveling that the skin was so soft, but his erection was so hard. A tiny pearl of liquid appeared at the tip. Fascinated, she dipped her finger in it, tracing his pre-come all over the swollen head of his cock, painting it with wetness and making it shine. 

"Honey, please," he groaned, "I'm trying so hard, but I only have so much control."

"Oh...oh! I'm sorry!" she apologized, quickly.

"It's okay," he assured her, kissing the tip of her nose. He slipped his hands under her to cup her ass and lift her hips a little. "My hands are kind of busy," he said, squeezing her cheeks a little for emphasis, making her laugh and breaking the tension. "So you guide me in, baby." 

She pointed his cock toward her pussy, rubbing the glans up and down her slit a little, until she could feel him slip inside her again. This time, when he pushed, there was less resistance, she was so wet, so open. "Deep breath," he whispered against her lips, and he thrust once more, harder. Carrie gave a sharp little gasp of pain, but it was over so quickly. Dave kept his body still, kissing her face all over, her cheeks, her eyelids, her forehead. "Are you okay? Did I hurt you?" he asked, concerned.

"I...I think it's okay. I think...it's good..." Carrie breathed, her arms around his neck. She began to move a little, experimentally, her hands sliding down his back. He buried his face against her neck, and moved with her, letting her set an easy pace at first. But soon, he began thrusting with a purposeful rhythm, and she felt his muscles tensing. 

His eyes were closed, his expression intent, and through clenched teeth he growled, "Yesss...fuck...your pussy is so hot, so sweet...Carrie, baby...I'm gonna come..." She felt his cock swell even bigger, it felt even harder inside her, and her eyes opened wide in amazement that she could feel every pulse, every throb, as he filled her with his come. 

Slowly, Dave relaxed. His eyes opened again, regained their focus, and he cupped her face in his palms, kissing her tenderly. "Thank you Carrie, what a special gift. I feel honored that you chose me to be your first."

"I want you to be my second, too...and my third," Carrie giggled, "but I think we'll need some cookies first to get our strength back."



A Gift for His Mistress



Mike came home from work with a gift for his mistress. The gift was a tall, blonde hunk named Nick. Once Mike and Nick arrived at his house, Mike was excited about seeing the look on Jana's face. Jana came down the stairs and saw Mike and her gift.

Mike said, "Nick, this is Jana, my mistress."

She said, "Hi, Nick. Mike, he's really cute."

Jana got a look at Nick and liked what she had seen. Nick was tall, blonde, blue-eyed, well-porportioned, and had a sexy ass. She inspected him with her hands. She couldn't wait to play with her gift. She was excited about playing with him so she went upstairs to get herself ready. While she got ready, Mike wanted to play with Nick for a little bit. He took Nick's hand as he led him to his room. Once they got there, Mike kissed Nick's lips. His hands played with his short, blonde hair and looked into his sparkling blue eyes. 

"I've never had another man kiss me like that before." Nick said

Mike looked at him and smiled. He kissed Nick again, but with more passion. He then took Nick's shirt off. Nick's body was a temptation all its own, firm in all the right places. Tattoos on his arms, chest, and back. His skin was smooth to the touch. Mike then moved lower to kiss his neck. Nick touched Mike's dark brown hair as he moved lower to his abs. Mike's hands unbuttoned then unzipped Nick's dark jeans. His fingers then rubbed his cock through his black boxer briefs. Nick softly moaned as he was touched down there. Nick moaned in anticipation as Mike took his dick out of his underwear and slowly sucked him. His cock felt hard in Mike's mouth. His moans and groans turned Mike on. After the male-on-male foreplay, the men were for her. Mike and Nick walked upstairs to Jana's room. 

There, Jana was on her bed, looking at a book of Kama Sutra positions. They were ready for her. Mike and Nick sat beside her as they looked at the book together. As they looked at the different threesome positions, Mike smelled her hair and Nick smelled her feminine scent. Jana sat on her knees as both men took off her turquoise baby doll. She then took off her jeans, giving both men a glimpse of her curvy body covered by baby blue lace bra and panties. She laid her body down on her bed and watched as both men took off their clothes. Mike kissed her lips and neck as Nick stood feeling her hand stoking his bulge under his jeans and underwear. While Mike kissed her neck, she softly moaned as Nick sucked her fingers. They both gently stroked and touched every part of her body. Jana was already turned on by the touch of two men. Her hand slowly slid down Nick's body only to get a feel of Nick's cock hardening through his jeans. Mike then lifted her legs and took off her shoes before kissing her feet and legs. Nick then lowered her bra and began kissing her breasts. Mike worked his way up to her stomach, kissing her there. Her moans increased in tempo as both men were turning her on. She then got up to kiss Mike while she took his clothes off. Nick caressed her body with his hands as she kissed Mike. Nick wrapped his arms around her waist while Mike had his hands in her hair.

Jana then took off her bra and panties, revealing her lush body. Mike kissed her lips and face while Nick moved his mouth down her stomach. Once Nick went down to her pussy lips, he licked and tasted her. Mike sat down on his knees and she sucked him. Mike slowly rocked his hips as she sucked his cock. Nick on the other hand was drinking her nectar like a dweller drinking cold water after a long walk on a hot desert. Mike held onto the bedpost with one hand and cradling the back her head with the other. 

"Mind if I play with her alone?" Nick asked, looking at Mike.

"I don't mind at all. I'll just watch. Don't worry baby, I'll still be here to please you and him. " Mike replied, giving Jana some air.

Mike sat down on the chair by the bed and watched them play. Nick was orally pleasuring her body. His skilled hands ran through her body. He licked her thighs and knees.

"Nick, I want you to lick me as I sit on your face." She said to him.

Nick positioned himself on the bed, laying on his back. Jana sat on his face, putting her pussy onto his mouth. She felt his lips and wet tongue tasting her. As he licked her, she played with her breasts. Mike rubbed himself raw from watching them play. Her moans were strong and loud. Nick held on to her hips as he licked and sucked her. She laid on top of him and licked his body up and down.

"Oooh, Nick. That feels so good." She loudly moaned as he continued to taste her.

She orgasmed and felt her juices squirt in his mouth. Mike got up and then gave her a deep, passionate kiss. While Nick was still on his back, Mike and Jana licked and sucked his cock. They did the same thing for his balls. From the way Nick moaned and groaned, he enjoyed being pleasured, especially by another man and a woman. Nick ran both of his hands through their hairs as they orally pleased him. After that, they shared another passionate kiss. 

"How about you get on top of him?" Mike suggested to her.

"I sure will." Jana replied.

She got on top of Nick and started riding him. While riding Nick's cock, Mike stimultaneously sucked both of Jana's breasts. He then licked her clit and Nick's cock at the same time, orally stimulating them. He loved how they both tasted. Suddenly, Nick came inside her as she had reached orgasm. As Jana got off of Nick, Mike tasted and licked up all of Nick's cum in her pussy. While Mike tasted her, she caressed Nick's body as he caught his breath. 

"My turn, baby." He said to her with a smile. 

He deeply entered her with his cock. He held on to her thighs as he thrusted in and out of her pussy. Jana's hand held on to Nick's cock, stroking it. Her other hand held on the bed sheet. Nick got up on his knees and sucked and licked her large, natural tits. She then touched Mike's ripped bod with her hand as she reached climax. Mike got himself ready to cum. He took his cock out of Jana's pussy and came on her breasts and on Nick's abs. After their orgasms were spent, Mike and Jana licked his cum off of Nick's body. Then, Nick and Mike licked up the cum on her breasts. 

"Mike, I enjoyed our tall, blonde, hot gift." Jana said as she smiled at Nick and kissed both men.

"I enjoyed Nick too. He should play with us whenever we need him." Mike replied as the three of them laid in bed together.

THE END