1 comments/ 8647 views/ 2 favorites Merry Christmas Mr. C By: virginatsubmission The door slammed so hard that the wall behind my head shook. He was back. He was my boss. He was incredible. He was Marcus Cook and I was utterly besotted with him. Unfortunately for me he was oblivious to my existence. "Meghan, are you still here?" I jumped at my name. "Yes Mr Cook, I will be right in." While he spoke, I watched. I watched his lips. I watched how his fingers drummed on the table, all the while wishing that they were on my skin. I imagined those lips trailing down my neck, kissing my breast and encasing my nipple. My thoughts had an effect on my pussy, I felt its wetness seeping through my underwear. I squirmed in my seat to try to ease the sensation. "Are you ok Meghan?" Jesus I was so lost in my fantasy I forgot the main attraction was actually in the room. "Yep, sure am" I replied in a somewhat teenage tone. "Oh God, I am so sorry Mr Cook, I sort of drifted off a little." He smirked. "Yeah, I noticed" He laughed. Well, that was a first, laughing at me. My embarrassment wasn't helped by him continuing to look at me. "Your neck is all red Meghan, are you sure you are ok?" I thought quickly and took a chance, "Actually I feel a little unwell, would you mind if I went to the bathroom?" "That's fine, do you need to go home?" "No, just give me a minute and I should be fine Mr Cook." I stopped at my desk and gathered my bag. Luckily I had some make up, lube and a well-used egg in my bag. Sometimes I just had to release. I locked myself in the cubicle and thrust my hand into my soaking pussy. Although my fingers were a stimulant I needed the reassuring buzz that my egg gave to my clit to tip me over. I came intensely, quickly but so satisfyingly. The shudders subsided but I tasted blood, I had bitten on my lip so hard to stop from crying out that I had pierced the skin. It took me longer to repair myself than it did to achieve the orgasm. I left the bathroom and went back into his office, all the while thinking of how I wanted Mr C's cock. Chapter 2 After work I went for drinks with some friends, the usual kind a single woman has. A sickly happily married one with a perfect husband and token baby, a serial slut who picks up whoever she chooses, the drunken one and the gay guy. Their banter usually made me relax but tonight I felt agitated. I was in desperate need of a deep and satisfying fuck but I knew that nothing was going to suffice except for the one cock I wanted. I felt my phone vibrate in my jeans pocket, I was so horny that even that sensation made me wet. I reluctantly pulled it out, away from my craving pussy. I looked at the name on the screen and nearly dropped the phone. Due to my hesitation I missed the call. Jason, my gay guy, was instantly tugging at me, "You know the rules, no phones, whoever Mr C is can wait, come on we are up to Stacey's latest tale of her perfect dinner party, fucking save me!' I laughed at his admission of utter boredom. Surely we could coax a sex story from Kim, her adventures were always entertaining. Fifteen minutes later we were still hearing about Stacey's wonderful life, Jason's face had a plastered smile whilst Sandra was just getting plastered as per usual. My phone began to vibrate again, I longed to pull it out of my pocket, sensing it was him again. Jason heard it and this time used it to his advantage, "OMG Megs, is that the new guy calling again, the elusive Mr C, answer quickly this time, he must want you bad baby cake." I scowled at him, knowing full well that I would now have to discuss my new 'guy' with Kim, Sandra and Stacey. I took the phone from my pocket, his name was glaring at me, it seemed to be glowing angrily at me for refusing to answer, not once but now twice. "Oh well I missed it again, can't talk to him anyway, it is against the rules." I smiled sweetly at Jason and put the phone in my bag. "Megs, do you have some details for me?" Kim couldn't help herself, Sandra just smiled and said "For god's sake, if Megs is getting some, leave her be, she doesn't need to tell us about her cock sucking abilities unlike yourself." I started laughing but stopped abruptly when I saw him over Jason's shoulder. What the hell was he doing here? I have never been good at hiding my emotions and Jason noticed. "What's up buttercup?" He turned around to see who had made my face redden and my eyes shoot downwards. "Fuck me, check him out, girls I think I have found my goal in life!" Of course Kim, Sandra and Stacey turned to see. Sandra's mouth just opened a little, Stacey gave a little shudder and Kim just replied, "Jasy baby, you leave that one to me, he has my cum all over him." Marcus Cook's eyes caught mine and he strode forward. All I could think was "Fuck, fuck, fuck." Chapter 3 "Well at least now I know you weren't ignoring me deliberately Meghan, you simply couldn't hear your phone." He pushed through Jason like he was a waif. Kim looked dumbfounded, Sandra raised her glass in salute whilst Stacey just gaped like a goldfish. "Hi Mr Cook, sorry I didn't know you were trying to contact me. These are my friends, Jason, Stacey, Kim and Sandra." He was politely dismissive of them as he touched my elbow and guided me away. I looked over my shoulder to see my friends in differing states of bewilderment. Jason managed a squeaky "Call me later OK?" The heat permeating around my elbow was slowly spreading up my arm. It was almost like I could feel his fingertips penetrating my skin. He walked me out the door of the bar and hailed his driver. His dark limo pulled up quickly. "Get in, I will take you home." "What? Why would you take me home, I don't need to go home, I'm with my friends. Do you need some work done? " He looked at me in a puzzled way as though he had no idea on how to answer me. "No Meghan, I don't work done, I just need you to be at home." "What, I don't understand, I am not on your payroll now Mr Cook, I don't mean to be disrespectful but I don't need to go home and frankly you have no right to do what you just did. I am going back inside." He dropped my elbow and looked stunned. I pulled away quickly and walked away all the while thinking 'What the hell was that?' I felt his eyes penetrating my back. As I opened the door of the bar Jason nearly engulfed me. Questions tumbled from his mouth incessantly. Although he was normally my confidante I knew I had to ask Kim's opinion on what just happened. I told her about him first, general sort of stuff. Her first question was blunt, "Do you want to fuck him Meg?" I didn't hold back, "Yes, more than any other man I have ever met. Pretty bad hey, I want to have my boss badly, I am doomed." She laughed, "You always worry too much Meg, he is undeniably worth the fantasy, what's the worst, he is a dud in bed or you'll lose your job because you're the dud?" "No I just think he sees me as his secretary not as a possible bed partner." "Hmmm, the oldest scenario in the world, gee I wonder if it will happen." Her sarcastic tone was softened by, "Hon, you are really torn here aren't you. Look Megs, this could go two ways. First you have just let the greatest opportunity drive away alone or two he could now want you more because you are a challenge. My money is on number two, if a guy comes looking for you, he wants you. So stop worrying, ride out the weekend and maybe get a Brazilian wax in preparation for Monday!" I took her advice on all fronts. Chapter 4 By 10 am Monday I knew that Kim's first scenario was unfortunately correct. He walked straight past me several times without even speaking, instead deferring to one of the assistants I had nicknamed the Giraffe, mainly because she was about 8 foot tall in flats. I felt a wave of wallowing self-pity coming on so I called Jason. "Woah Bridget Jones, get over yourself. Give the fucker something to think about. You are never going to have your way with his cock if you are walking around like Eeyore. Be Wonder Woman, always be Wonder Woman!" I was still smirking an hour later, imagining myself in an invisible plane dropping bombs around the Giraffe's desk when my mailbox pinged. 'Ms Smith, Could you please meet me in my office at 2pm today? M. Cook' Hmmm delicious thoughts started brewing. At 2 I promptly knocked on his door. At 2.10 I walked out reeling at the fact that I was now unemployed. Reasons like company cost cutting, poor performance and using work time to chat to friends were trotted out. "Are you fucking kidding me?" were the first words both Jason and Kim said. Sandra on the other hand sprang into legal speak and kept firing terms at me that I didn't understand. Stacey just acted like a mum and said, "Don't worry sweetie another job will turn up." I got smashed, really, really smashed. "What a soft cock, he couldn't handle Wonder Woman so I got fired" were my final words to Jason as he tucked me into bed. Chapter 5 I always knew my friends were good but I never realised how good. A week later I had a new job in Stacey's husbands' office. A new wardrobe compliments of Jason's boyfriend who was an upcoming designer and needed a mule to flout his wares. My hair, skin and nails had been treated by a highly expensive salon compliments of Sandra and tonight I was going to a new club on Kim's arm as a V.I.P. The club was different, very different. There was music and a bar but it was quiet. You could converse without yelling, you could see more than ten foot in front of you and it smelt divine instead of disinfectant masking stale alcohol. I was happily chatting to some friends of Kim's when I felt myself being watched. One of her friends noticed and said, "Well you have set a new record Meghan, I have never seen anyone get targeted quite as quickly. Have fun, is this your first time?" I looked at him confused. "What do you mean?" "Oh shit, hasn't Kim told you?" I never knew clubs that allowed BDSM fantasies existed, I never knew that a wrist band coloured red meant that I was open to an adventure. Kim appeared right on cue. "What the fuck have you done?" "Relax Megs, you need to have some fun. I have arranged for one of the more experienced players to teach you a few things. You will be perfectly safe because I will be with you the whole time." I stood up ready to run when arms circled me from behind. "Don't leave just yet kitten, if you want Marcus Cook I am going to show you how to get him." Alarm bells went off in my head and my heart. I looked at Kim with disgust, "I am not a whore and I don't want any part of this sick game, how does this fuckwit know about Marcus?" "Meghan, will you just trust me. I know what I am talking about. You need skills to get him and tricks to keep him for more than one night. Do you even know how to give a great BJ?" "Fuck off Kim, you don't know anything. You set me up for a fail, you made me have hope and I got fired. I don't even have him to look at anymore let alone give him a blow job." "Well then, what have you got to lose?" said a male voice in my ear. "I will help you to forget him for at least one night, if you like it you can always come back for more" With that his hand captured my left breast, he circled the nipple quickly. Although I was repulsed, my body responded. He took the opportunity that my stiffening nipple gave and began to suck my neck. I hadn't even seen the face of my torturer and he was finding his way inside my shirt and under my bra. I groaned in ecstasy. He turned me, god he was gorgeous. I was looking into the eyes of a flipping supermodel. As much as I hated Kim I had to admit she had good taste. The hem of my skirt was riding higher and his thigh moved strategically closer to my centre. He let go of my breast and moved his hands to my arse. He lifted me ever so slightly and parted my legs further. His thigh then moved in. I was straddling his leg when his hands pulled me in closer to his cock. The intensity of the smooth fabric of my g string against his pants was incredible. I knew I had no resistance. I was going to cum on this man and I didn't even know his name. He sort of carried me to a door. Kim was walking close behind. My back hit the door and it swung open with ease. All the while he held my gaze. "I am going to fuck you hard Meghan, you are going to learn how to be fucked tonight. I hope you understand." I nodded, totally unprepared for what was to be unleashed on me. He threw me back onto a large bed which was covered with stunning linen. I had a moment where I wanted to peel back the beautiful cover so it wouldn't get ruined, but then I thought, 'Fuck it, it's not mine!' He stood back and looked at me for a moment. "Mmmm where do we start Mistress Kim? Vanilla fuck, tease with a vibe, lick her out..." "Slowly Nicholas, she needs to be primed, start with simple foreplay. She will get wet quickly, she has been waiting too long for Marcus Cook's cock. We have all weekend you know, not just tonight." My mind was reeling, Kim was a mistress, she had planned this, what the hell was going to happen to me and boy did Nicholas have great fingers. Chapter 6 I was dripping by the time Nicholas took me the first time. He had only used his fingers and his tongue but I had never felt so ready to be fucked. He rolled me over and put me in doggy position. I arched my arse to the air hoping to capture his cock. He teased my slit, rubbing his cock along it until I was panting. Suddenly he grabbed my hair and pulled me back, expecting his cock to be rammed into me I was surprised to feel the throbbing sensation of a dildo in me. It was set on a high intensity and I gasped in the sensations it provided. He pulled it back and forth in rhythm with my hair. I began to pulsate and cry out, he withdrew it. "Not yet, Megs, wait for me." With that he jumped onto the bed behind me, he grabbed both of my breasts as his anchor point and plunged into me. He rode me harder than I had ever experienced. I felt the climax building, he dropped his hands and his glorious fingers found my clit. I had a cock ramming my deepest inners, one finger from the left hand and one from the right pulling me apart and rolling my clit. I had never known a fuck like it. I came screaming "MARCUS" Nicholas withdrew and rolled me over. I didn't have time to catch my breath, he was between my legs licking me clean. Normally I like a moment to myself to recover but there was no chance of that. As he cleaned me I felt my hands being rubbed I opened my eyes to see Kim above me. She smiled as she took my left wrist up. It was encaptured in a leather bind. Next went my right wrist. As Nicholas circled my clit with his tongue Kim tied my legs to the bed posts. I was spread eagled on the bed, exposed but so eager for more. I felt the return of the dildo, thick and heavy on my cunt. Nicholas used it to reawaken my pussy. I got to the stage of writhing against the restraints. He then straddled me just above my breasts, his cock was looming over my face. "I haven't cum yet Megs, I want to, all over your face but Mistress Kim said I need to teach you how to swallow. So Megs I am going to be on all fours over your face and you are going to take me in your mouth. If it is too much, shake your head ok?" I wasn't sure if I could handle this so I looked at Kim. "Come on Wonder Woman, don't be a pussy, take him in your mouth" I looked up at Nicholas and whispered "Be gentle, I have a little mouth" His cock was enormous, it filled my mouth, I could taste myself. He moved slowly at first so I could get used to his length. Kim started to give instructions, "flatten your tongue, let him go a bit deeper, circle his shaft with the tip of your tongue, begin to suck him Megs, that's it." Nicholas began to move faster. I began to panic, what if I gagged, what if I vomited? Kim must have sensed my apprehension, but instead of stopping him, she brought the dildo back onto my pussy. The sensation against my clit drove me wild, I sucked harder, his cock becoming a part of my building orgasm. I began to thrust against the dildo, Kim grabbed a different vibrator and thrust it into me, Nicholas just pumped my mouth. We came at the same time, his cum exploded into my throat, unexpectedly I swallowed and sucked hungrily. My cum ran like a river all over the beautiful linen. Over the course of the weekend I came multiple times, I learnt how to use a flogger, I experienced the pain of the crop and the clamps and boy did I become great at BJ's. Chapter 7 My new found confidence radiated from me. However, I had also become super sensitive to touch. I only had to be brushed past in shopping centres and my clit would start. I was alive sexually and wanted that release continually. It was nearing Christmas. Kim and Nicholas had become regular visitors to my home, we always ensured that intense climaxes were achieved for all. However I always felt alone when they left, jealous of the thought that they would be going back for more. I needed my own toy. I was in a department store buying Jason a gift for Christmas when I saw him. He was choosing a fragrance and the shop assistant was flirting with him unashamedly. I felt my pussy weaken watching those hands grasp the bottle of fragrance. I tried to summon my anger at him but it didn't work. After the last few months surely I would have been cured of any lingering for Marcus Cook. He turned right at that moment and saw me looking at him. His eyes registered surprise and the shock made him drop the bottle. The sound of it shattering on the tiled floor seemed to nullify any other noise. "Meghan!" I heard him call my name but I turned and walked towards the door. I made it to the outside, the air hitting my lungs quickly. I hadn't taken a breath since the bottle fell. That split second gave him enough time to capture me. "Meghan, stop please I need to talk to you." My reply caught me off guard, Kim's training had more than paid off "Why so you can tell me how I am useless all over again. I don't think so Marcus, I don't need your opinion on anything." He stared at me for a second, "I wasn't going to give you an opinion on anything and Jesus I never thought you were useless at anything, I had to fire you." "What the fuck, you make no sense. I am not useless but you fired me still. God I worked for you for three years, I stayed back when you needed me to, I worked weekends and yet I am out with my friends not on work time and I don't answer your call or get into your car and for that I got fired. You're an arsehole Marcus. Frankly I am better off not working for you, I am earning far more money now and you know what, I like my orgasms without you in them." The silence was deafening for about three seconds. What the fuck had I just said? Chapter 8 The car pulled up at the curb right at that moment. "Get in the car." I hesitated for a second, he basically pushed me in the door. As soon as I sat down he was in right next me. The screen between his driver and us went up immediately. "I had to fire you because I didn't want you on my payroll anymore so I could call you whenever I wanted and fuck it Meghan I want every orgasm you have to feature me." I wasn't going to be won over that quickly, even though my heart was pounding. I turned to face him to see if his body language would inform me if his words were true. The look in his eye was not predatory at all, it was like looking at a tortured soul. I could so easily fall back into those habits of longing for him and being his whip girl, but I was stronger now. "Well Mr Cook, I have to inform you that you cannot call me whenever you want and I want to know if you intend on being present for my orgasms." He was stunned so I continued. "Just for your reference, you have stiff competition so I hope you are up to the task." Merry Christmas Mr. C He gave a chuckle and said, "Well now Ms Smith, let's find out if I am worthy of my opponent. Who the fuck is it anyway, cause right now I want to kill him." I smirked, "Maybe it is a her not a him." He pounced on me, his mouth found my neck, his hands entwined in my hair as he pulled me to him. I arched forward so he had easy access to me. My hands went searching for his cock, there it was bulging, trying to break free of his pants. As I ran my fingers over the fabric he groaned. He went to undo the tiny buttons on the front of my dress. Due to the heat I was braless and I knew if we kept going at this pace it was going to end too quickly. I pushed his hands away but he went straight back. "No, slow it down, let me work on you first." He looked at me astounded as I dropped to the floor of the limo. "Gee, it is lucky these cars have so much space in them" I said as I slowly unzipped his pants. His eyes were sparkling as he watched me slip down his boxers and lick my lips. I leant forward, giving him full eye contact as I licked the tip of his quivering cock. "Take me in your mouth Ms Smith and suck me." He laid back a little as I took him in. My mouth covering him all bar a finger width space at his base. I placed my fingers around the base and started jerking him off into my mouth. My tongue flattened as it slowly rubbed the underside of his shaft. I sucked deep and released. As he left my mouth I spat on his tip to increase the lubrication. I increased the speed in my movements up and down, I tasted his pre cum and felt his body tightening. He grasped my head and held me down hard on his cock. I didn't stop sucking and licking, I used my other hand to grasp his arse and drive him into me. His body jerked as his climax hit. He filled my mouth with steaming cum. I swallowed deeply and sucked the rest of him out. He went to pull my head off of him but I wasn't finished. Kim and Nicholas had taught me well, pay attention to the aftermath, love the cock as much as the man. By the time I had finished licking and sucking him all over Marcus Cook was firing up for round two. Chapter 9 "My turn now Kitten." He growled as his hands undid those buttons. My breasts sprang out of the dress, nipples hard and ready to be tweaked. He ran his thumb over my left one, never breaking my gaze. "I want you fully naked and on my desk the first time, so right now I am just going to tease you." He tapped on the window to his driver and said loudly, "Take me to the office now." I felt the car turning sharply. My excitement was building. He started to suckle me, long and hard, drawing my nipple out each time. As he sucked on my left he pinched my right. The pain alternating between the two was intense but so good. I was ready to be fucked and Marcus knew it. I was still kneeling on the floor of the limo in front of him. My knees were spread so I could balance and this allowed him easy access to my soaking pussy. He slid in a finger and circled my clit. I groaned because finally he was touching me properly. I wanted his hands in me, I wanted his cock thrusting in me. The car came to a stop. Marcus quickly did up my dress, I was so engrossed in him that I didn't even notice. We went up in the elevator a safe distance apart. As we entered the foyer of his office area I noticed it was dark and empty. I had worked back lots here but I had never seen it so dark. He almost ran to his door, the anticipation of what was to happen on that desk was engulfing us. So often I had sat in this very office watching him behind that desk, but now I was about to be on that desk taking everything I had ever wanted. He grabbed my wrists as we went to the desk. The desk itself was empty, only a date calendar was on the corner. I noticed the date December 24. He placed my hands on the desk a good meter apart and whispered in my ear, "Brace yourself." I wondered what was happening. He grabbed the front panels of my dress and ripped them apart. It fell to the floor leaving me in a smooth black g string and my heels. My exposed cheeks were open to him. The first slap caught me unaware. It was hard and stinging, but the sound of it was incredible. He continued to slap me, all the while saying "I am your master, you will answer your phone when I call, and you will get in the car when I want you. Do you understand?" I groaned in ecstasy, not bothering to answer him. This only gave him more reason to slap me. My indirect disobedience caused him to grasp my hair and breathe down my neck, "I asked if you understand, answer me now!" I suddenly realised the situation he wanted, "Yes Sir, I will." Marcus understood from those four words that I was his to do as he pleased. He spun me around and lifted me onto his desk. My g string was ripped from me. He undid his pants and his cock sprang forward. It was throbbing. I spread my legs wide open, ready for the onslaught to begin. He didn't hold back, his first thrust reached so far inside me I thought I would explode. I thought I had been fucked hard but I was so very wrong. He pounded me into the desk, his cock hitting all the right places. The top of his shaft caused my clit to shudder, the rest of him sent thundering vibrations deep into me. I felt his orgasm building, his hands were clenching my hips, helping him to drive into me. As he came his eyes opened wide and he looked into mine, at the final release he bellowed "You are mine now." I gave a reciprocal reply, "As are you mine Mr C. Merry Christmas Master." Merry Christmas Mr. Monk It had been a few months since Mr. Monk and Natalie had first made love. Since that memorable night; they had hooked up a few times, but nothing on a regular basis. They, of course, saw each other every day at the office (and once, overcome by mutual lust, they had even had animal sex on Adrian's desk. Natalie was incredibly horny one day and had worn a skirt with a slit all the way up to her waist; and no panties. she knew how much Adrian was turned on by her wonderful legs and had teased him all day with flashes of thigh...and more. Monk finally was overcome with lust and had actually ripped Natalie's skirt off). Natalie dated occasionally and even Mr. Monk tried dating. He had remembered to call Michelle Rivas from the S.F. Power Authority; who had told him to call her if his situation ever changed; but she was now married. He was still debating whether to call Marcy Mavin, his biggest fan. He had a feeling that sex with her would be a sure thing. All in all, Mr. Monk was content with his life, even though he would never admit it. "A. Monk Private Investigations", the detective agency he and Natalie were partners in was an overwhelming success, and they still had a consulting contract with the S.F.P.D. Monk even socialized with Leland Stottlemeyer outside of work on occasion. Monk knew that he was in love with Natalie, but didn't think he could ever marry again, so he was content with their relationship. Natalie, too, was content with her life. She made a very good living with their agency; and she could easily afford, her daughter, Julie's tuition. Natalie loved her job and she loved Adrian, but she was satisfied with their relationship and had no desire to marry him. She didn't think Monk would ever be able to marry again; he would never be truly free of Trudy's memory. And even though he had mellowed a lot (down to one package of wipes per week), he was still incredibly fastidious and could drive her crazy at times. No, she had no desire to live full time with him; but she could never give up the sex. She enjoyed dating other men; but she always came back to Monk for sex. The feeling she got when his donkey-dick was inside her, filling her up completely, was indescribable and irreplaceable. Natalie had always been very close to her daughter Julie, and they shared virtually every intimate secret. Julie's freshman year in college, studying drama, had proved to be very frustrating for her. Julie was a beautiful girl, a younger version of her mother, and had dated several boys in high school and now college; but she remained a virgin and lately had become almost desperate to know what sex with a man felt like. She could have sex with any one of her dates; but she was waiting for someone she loved; someone special. When she had her first boyfriend in high school , her mother had forced Mr. Monk to talk to her about love and boys. Monk had reluctantly talked to Julie and had told her about Trudy and true love, and knowing when it felt right. It was a conversation Julie had never forgotten. When Julie had confided her frustration to her mother; they mutually decided that she would lose her virginity to Mr. Monk. Julie did love Mr. Monk; she wasn't "in love" with him, but she did love him. He had held a special place in her heart since they first met and he had saved the life of her pet goldfish. He had always been there for her: when she had tried to be a fashion model for a murderous designer; when her basketball coach was murdered; and just last year when a reviewer had panned her performance and Monk had proved he was committing a murder and never even heard her sing. It just felt right that Mr. Monk be her first lover. It was Christmas Eve and Natalie had invited Adrian to her house for dinner. She told to pack a bag because he would be staying overnight, and she and Julie had a very special gift for him. As Monk knocked on Natalie's front door he was very anxious. When she had said he would be staying overnight, he thought she meant they would be having sex; but now that he knew Julie would be there he had his doubts and was feeling disappointed. When Natalie and Julie opened the door together, they were laughing and giggling so cheerfully that their mood was contagious and Mr. Monk's disappointment was instantly forgotten. After a wonderful meal, they watched "A Christmas Story" on TV and then Julie suggested they all get ready for bed and then open a present. When they were upstairs, Monk almost made the mistake of turning into Natalie's bedroom to change, before heading for the guest room. He wasn't sure if Julie knew about their relationship and he wasn't going to be the one to give away a secret. After changing, Mr. Monk started back down the hallway to the stairs. As he passed Natalie's open doorway, he heard Julie and Natalie call him and ask him to step inside for a moment. Thinking nothing of it, Monk turned right into Natalie's bedroom and found mother and daughter standing facing him, wearing matching fluffy, white bathrobes. Momentarily startled he asked."are we going to open a gift now?" Natalie replied, "yes we are," and, as in unison as a chorus line, mother and daughter untied their belts and let their robes fall from their shoulders to the floor. Mr. Monk's knees actually buckled and his jaw fell open because both Julie and Natalie were totally and completely naked. As if Monk weren't stunned enough, Natalie said," Merry Christmas Adrian...your special gift this year is Julie's virginity!" Monk actually felt faint as he quickly sat down on the end of Natalie's bed. As he regained his composure he just stared at the two naked beauties standing before him. He had previously come to the conclusion that Natalie had the most beautiful body he had ever seen. Her breasts were not large, but her wonderful, marvelously long legs were what put her ahead of even his beloved Trudy. He couldn't stop staring at the youthful Julie. She was actually a little taller than her mother and not as curvy; she still had a little, what could only be called, baby fat. It wasn't that she was fat; far from it. She was slender like her mother; she just wasn't all toned and chiseled from constantly working-out like so many young women these days. Julie was more feminine and soft; and Monk liked it. Her breasts were smaller then her mother's; some would have called her flat-chested, but not Monk. Her nipples were puffy and inviting. Since he was at crotch level, sitting on the bed, he couldn't help looking between Julie's legs. Her mound was very prominent and puffy and, unlike her mother, her labia were very long and hung down almost an inch outside of her mound. Julie's small breasts and completely shaved pussy gave her the appearance of being younger than her 19 years and this, Monk was ashamed to admit to himself, seemed to turn him on even more. As he gazed at these two magnificent creatures Monk thought to himself that blond, completely shaved women gave new meaning to the word "nude." Natalie and Julie joined Monk on the end of the bed; one on each side of him, and they each put an arm around him. Natalie explained how they had arrived at this situation and kissed him on the cheek. Julie, who had thought she would be petrified at having Mr. Monk see her nude, realized she was completely at ease and re-assured him that, "it just feels right." Natalie took Mr. Monk's hand and they all stood up. She chuckled to him, "one of us has way too many clothes on." Monk immediately kicked off his slippers and Natalie laughed, "Mr. Monk...no socks!" To which he replied, "I'm trying to be more flexible...I'm not even wearing boxers." Julie had to add, "being flexible is our job tonight!" There was no tension or nervousness in the room; just three people who loved each other. Julie undid the belt to Mr. Monk's robe and slid it off his shoulders to the floor. Natalie unbuttoned his pajama top and they each took an arm and slid it off his torso. Natalie looked at her daughter and asked, "are you ready for this?" Julie said, "I've seen dicks before ,mom." "Not like this," Natalie said as they both started tugging at the waistband of his pajamas. As they lowered his pants and sunk to their knees, Julie's eyes got as big as saucers and she blurted out , " O my God, mom!" Julie had seen cocks before and even had given hand jobs, but she had never seen anything that resembled what hung between Mr. Monk's legs. It hung down almost to his knees, and was enormous. It was like a salami with a head the size of a tangerine. Julie started to say,"Mom, I don't think...." Natalie interrupted her thoughts and said," Don't worry Angel, it will fit." Julie couldn't help herself, she was mesmerized; and she reached out and put her hand on Mr. Monk's cock. As soon as she touched it, it started to rise like a construction crane. She immediately put both hands around it (her fingers just barely touched) and just held it in front of her face. By now it was pointed straight at the ceiling and Julie removed her left hand and started to caress his scrotum... it was so soft and seemed to contain two golf balls. Natalie remembered the first time she had seen that monster and recognized the awe on her daughter's face. Since she was kneeling right in front of him, Monk reached out with both hands and gently squeezed Julie's puffy little breasts. That broke her trance and she let out an involuntary moan as he pinched her nipples. Natalie stood up and urged Mr. Monk to lay down on her bed. She said,"I know Julie is a little apprehensive about the size of your cock, so I'm going to show her that with patience and practice, everything stretches. Mr. Monk lay back on the bed and his cock stuck in the air like a third leg. Natalie crawled over him until she was in the classic "69" position. Julie said, "there's no way Mom." Natalie replied, "you'll see." Natalie licked the drop of pre-cum off the slit and sank her lips over the bulbous head. As if that wasn't enough of a feat, she kept slowly lowering her head on Mr. Monk's cock until it was more than half way down her throat. Each time they had been together, she had taken a little more of Monk's cock into her mouth. The bad part was it was so thick that it completely blocked her airway, so he had to back off every time she needed a breath. While Natalie was trying to stuff more of his monster cock down her throat, Monk was enjoying her cunt. She was already dripping wet as he licked each side of her slit. Monk reached up and squeezed her perfect ass cheeks as he plunged his tongue deep into her bald pussy. Natalie came immediately and her juices flooded Mr. Monk's face. He joked, "wipe...I need a wipe." Natalie heard him, and started to laugh, and nearly choked on a mouthful of cock. Monk had almost forgotten that Natalie was a "gusher." He slowly inserted three fingers into Natalie's pussy and felt around for her G-spot ; and simultaneously nibbled on her clit. He knew when he found it because he got another shower. Natalie was breathing so hard she had to come up for air. As she disengaged her mouth from Mr. Monk's pole she motioned for Julie, who had been just sitting on the side of the bed observing and rubbing her pussy, to join her. Mother and daughter sat on different sides of the bed and each placed a hand on Mr. Monk's monster cock. As they started stroking him with an ever increasing pace; Natalie explained to her daughter: " I'll bet you didn't think I would be able to get that snake down my throat, but believe me Angel you have nothing to worry about; things stretch more than you think." As they continued to jerk Mr. Monk's cock, Julie took her free hand and gently squeezed his testicles. This put him over the top and Monk erupted like a volcano. Julie was amazed by the volume of cum squirting into the air. She took her mother's lead and began slurping it off the sides of his cock and licking it off his stomach and her own hand. They cleaned Monk up like a kitten cleans his bowl of milk. Natalie said, with satisfaction, "now he will last longer with you." As Monk lay there smiling he couldn't help reminding himself how incredibly beautiful Natalie was; and asking himself how he could have been blind to it for so many years. He reasoned that until he had solved Trudy's murder, he just wasn't ready to accept any beauty or pleasure. He was brought back to reality by Natalie saying," and now it's time for Mr. Monk's special Christmas gift!" Monk sat up on the side of the bed and Julie took his place as the center of attention. Mr. Monk lay beside her, kissed her on the forehead, and gently started to caress her chest. He traced circles around each of her tiny tits. As he gently pinched her left nipple, he took her right one into his mouth. The entire breast with it's puffy little nipple fit in his mouth, and his tongue played with the tip. Natalie rubbed her daughter's tummy and stroked her long,beautiful blond hair. As Monk softly bit one nipple and pinched the other; Julie moaned with pleasure. He kissed each nipple and started to kiss his way down the center of her incredibly soft body. He licked her naval and she giggled and involuntarily spread her legs. Monk kissed his way down from her belly button almost to her slit, and then sat back on his heels to look at her. Natalie took the opportunity to slide a pillow under Julie's round little ass. With her tiny little titties and her completely bald pussy, Monk felt like he was about to break the law... but he knew she was really 19. He turned to Natalie and said," here's the thing; do I need a, you know ,thing?" Natalie just whispered. "no." She knew Julie had been on the pill for at least a year, just hoping she would meet "the right one." Mr. Monk put his hands on Julie's waist and lowered his face to her cunt. He licked first one side and then the other. Julie squirmed and pinched her own nipples as Mr. Monk ran his tongue up the center of her slit. He took the thumb and forefinger of each hand, grasped her glistening long cunt lips and spread her pussy open. Monk didn't think he had ever seen a pink that vivid. As he dove his tongue deep into her cunt, his nose brushed her clit, he felt Julie shudder and suddenly his face was soaking wet. He looked up at Julie's angelic face, smiled, and said." that's one thing you and your mother have in common." Natalie knelt on the bed and reached out to stroke Mr. Monk's penis, but there was no need; it was rock hard and ready. Mr. Monk sat up and lay his cock on Julie's stomach...it stretched nearly to her belly button. If she had not been so turned on, she would have been frightened. Julie smiled and invited him, "fuck me Mr. Monk!" Natalie pleaded , "be gentle with my baby." To which Mr. Monk replied, "you know I will, I love Julie" Julie's pussy was soaking wet and Monk rubbed the head of his cock up and down against it to lubricate his weapon. Natalie inserted two fingers inside her own cunt, scooped out her juices, and rubbed it on Monk's cock. Natalie used both her hands and spread her daughter's virgin cunt open. Mr. Monk took his cock in both hands and nudged it into Julie's pink slit. Julie was trying not to show it but she was gritting her teeth as Monk applied steady forward pressure, stretching her opening wider than it had ever been. She was ready to yell "stop" when she heard an actual "plop" sound; and that tangerine sized head was inside her. Monk stopped pushing and looked up at Julie. She had beads of sweat on her forehead when she smiled and said, "more." Natalie again used her own juices to coat Mr. Monk's monster and lay down next to Julie to watch. Monk gently started to inch his cock into Julie, but after only another inch he encountered her hymen blocking his way. They both knew what needed to be done so he, ever so slowly, pushed forward until he felt the resistance give way; and Julie winced. "More, " she repeated and Me. Monk started once again sliding into her hole. If there was any blood, they wouldn't know until later because there was no way it could seep out with Mr. Monk's log blocking the way. Mr. Monk continued to push and Julie's cunt continued to stretch until finally he was completely inside her. " O my God, Mr. Monk," Julie exclaimed, "it feels so wonderful." Monk lay on top of Julie, put his arms around her, and just held for several minutes, letting her pussy get used to his size. Natalie just smiled and hugged them both as she whispered to Julie, "I told you it would fit." Julie couldn't believe how full her cunt was. She thought to herself that if Mr. Monk got up and walked around the room, she would still be stuck to his cock like a barbeque skewer. Monk very slowly withdrew his penis until just the head was inside Julie. He noticed that there was just a trace of blood coating his cock and thought to himself how brave Julie had been. He slowly started to slide into her and began a series of long, slow strokes. Monk pushed himself up on his hands so he could watch his cock disappearing into Julie's cunt. He loved to watch her long lips clinging to his cock on the out stroke. Natalie and Julie both looked down with amazement...it didn't seem possible that anything that huge could fit inside Julie's pussy. Monk slid all the way into Julie and ground his pelvis against her clit. She whimpered and he could feel her gushing around his cock. Now that she was totally lubricated and getting used to his invading girth, Monk picked up the pace. He grabbed her cute little ass cheeks in his hands and started to plow into her with hard, deep strokes. Julie screamed, "Fuck me Mr. Monk...fuck me!" Monk forgot all about being gentle and started to pound into Julie's cunt as hard as he could. Her pussy was so tight and felt so good gripping his cock. Natalie put her arm around her daughter's shoulders and hugged her, remembering her first time with Monk. Mr. Monk continued to pound Julie's pussy; withdrawing until just the head was inside her and then driving forward until his balls slapped against her ass cheeks. Julie screamed, "Mom, I can't believe I'm so full. It feels like he's splitting me apart and yet it feels wonderful. I don't ever want him to stop!" Monk released Julie's left cheek and reached down between their bodies and pinched her engorged clit, just as he slammed into her full force. Julie screeched and had the most intense orgasm of her young life. Monk didn't stop; he just kept thrusting into her at a torrid pace. Julie couldn't count the number of orgasms she had. Monk made one final powerful thrust and then he stopped; holding himself inside her. Deep inside her cunt, Julie could feel Mr. Monk's monster cock twitching; and then she felt hot liquid gushing from his hose. She tried to talk, but was actually breathless. Monk withdrew his cock, and when he pulled free of Julie's lips there was an audible "pop" like the sound of a vacuum being broken. Julie's cunt had been stretched so far that her hole actually stayed open for several long seconds and fluid came gushing out like a dam had broken. The pillow under Julie's little round ass was soaked. Natalie reached down and discarded it on the floor saying, "we don't need a wet spot in my bed tonight." The trio lay back in bed exhausted, with Natalie in the middle. Julie said softly, "thank you Mr. Monk and Merry Christmas. I love you." As Mr. Monk replied, "Merry Christmas Julie, I love you too," he noticed she was holding something she had taken from her mother's nightstand...it was the snow globe he had given her years ago when he told her about the beauty of snow. Mr. Monk smiled to himself and came to the conclusion that he was truly the luckiest man on earth; and he knew in his heart that Trudy would be happy for him. He turned to Natalie and whispered, "I love you too gorgeous!" Merry Christmas Mr. Monk Natalie put her arms across his chest, kissed his cheek, and whispered in his ear, "get some rest big-boy, because I expect to receive my gift first thing in the morning. Merry Christmas Adrian." Monk chuckled and replied, " I've got it right here, but I'm not wrapping it." all feedback positive or negative is welcome and encouraged. I wrote this story because of feedback. Merry Christmas, Mr. Wean! Starring The Misguided Humper Family in: "Merry Christmas, Mr. Wean!" By Victor C. Nathan and Chantal Lefleur "Guess who's coming to stay with us for a fucking week at Christmas, Henry," 39-year-old globular gazonga goddess, Hilda Humper asked her male offspring as she reached lasciviously between his legs with a smirk to touch his private parts. "Down goes the zippy! Wheeeeeee! And out comes Mr. Winky! Now, guess who's coming to stay with us for the Christmas holidays." "I don't fucking know!" Henry answered with a laugh as his mother undid the front of his pants to get to his underwear, his own attention drawn to the two bumps of boobery that bunched out the front of her Christmas sweater as he mindlessly reached up to place a hand atop each one of her larger than life woman wiggles. "I just want to play with your puppies! That's all I care about at this moment, Jiggly Jugs! Hee hee hee!" "I'll tell you what, sweetums," Hilda Humper cooed, grinning a wickedly seductive grin that lit up her perfect gorgeous face with playful spite and then she shook her waist until her top-heavy orbs jarred up and down fleshily in his hands. "If you can guess who is coming to visit for Christmas, I'll suck your wee wee." "Holy fucking shit, I would love that shit!" Henry retorted hornily, pulling his mother's holiday sweater up over the extreme curves of her bodacious bosom, already excited due to the overwhelming size and weight of her two feminine glands. "Are you fucking serious? I mean, you just sucked it twice this morning!" "Oh, relax, Henry. It's Christmas after all," Hilda giggled, shaking her breasts provocatively and catching sight of the pupils in Henry's eyes expanding visibly as they took in the sight of his maternal parent's jiggly white boobie flesh wobbling inside her ginormous J- cuppers. "Come on, are you going to take a guess? Doesn't your big wee wee want a sucky? Doesn't wee wee want to be inside my throat again for the holidays?" Henry looked thoughtful for a moment as his hands cupped Hilda's still bra-clad breasts and he flicked her nipples with the thumbs of each of his hands, feeling the pebbly bumps harden at his touch. "I know! I know!" Henry suddenly shouted out in excitement, his hands squeezing her triple J juggernauts in a vice-like grip that made her coo with pleasure, his penis turning to its twelve inch apex under her touch. "It's Granny June and Grandpa Ward, isn't it? Well, isn't it?" "Okay, Henry, you're right," Hilda responded with her trademark girlish giggle, her large, fleshy breasts bobbing up and down as she laughed, feeling Henry pinch her nipples between the thumb and forefingers of each of his hands. "Shut the bathroom door, sweetie. Time for the grand prize." "Wow, you mean just like that?" Henry inquired, his hands reaching underneath her bra to fondle her bare breasts, eliciting a sigh from her as his hands roamed freely on her soft, warm fleshbags. "That was an easy question to answer in exchange for a blow job. Holy shit!" "It'll sure be more fun than taking a pee, tee hee hee," Hilda laughed, a holiday glint in her eye as she molested his manhood in a way that was as motherly as naughty, cooing as he lavished her titflesh with ticklish caresses. "It's all good though, Cock King. It all comes from the same place. It all comes from Mr. Wean." "How about we get rid of this big fucking bra first?" Henry asked, reaching to pull Hilda's sweater up over her head and off. "It's not as much fun if I can't see your big titties." "Oh, Henry, I agree," she said eagerly, reaching behind her back with one hand to quickly unhook her bra and allow it to slide down her arms and off, landing on the floor at her feet, sashaying her shoulders so that her breasts swung freely against her chest, causing Henry's penis to create a noticeable tent in his trousers. "You need to see them out and bouncing around. It makes it more fun for Mr. Wean, tee hee. Let's see how big the noggin is on that big fucker of yours." Hilda reached down, insinuating her small, dainty hand inside Henry's boxers until she found the object of her search, her son's already fully erect twelve inch pecker, wrapping her hand around it and pulling it free of his clothing. "Oh, look, Henry. It's your big, bad, mean Mr. Wean, tee hee," Hilda said, laughing naughtily, both of her J cuppered cupcakes jarring with her giggles, their nipples rattling atop her tittie tonnage. "He's got something better in there than pee pee, baby. It's some sticky wicky gooey ooey shit, Henry." Hilda pressed the set of her bare top heavy heaves of hooter into his chest as she leaned in closer to him in a conspiratorial fashion, fondling him with her juggers as she made over the now bare and fully swollen head of his weanie with both hands, caressing what was now at its maximum hardness, using every ounce of her knockery naughtiness to draw the blood away from his brain to his male staff. "Part of me almost believes this might be wrong," Henry told Hilda, brushing the backs of his hands swiftly across the smooth flesh of her gargantuan knockers. "But fortunately, that part is my brain and I never listen to it. I love our sexual trysts and I'm sure not going to look a gift horse in the mouth." "That's exactly where you ought to look, sweetheart," suggested Hilda, lowering herself to her knees as her large, somewhat pendulous breasts swung from side to side, to and fro, slapping noisily against her chest as they finally came to rest while at the same time she parted her full, cherry red and prettily pouting lips in anticipation. "Alright, Henry! Bring wee wee home for the holidays!" Five minutes later, Hilda's teenaged daughter, Harriet knocked sharply on the door of the bathroom. "Mom? Henry?" she said urgently. "What are you two doing in there for so long? I have to pee, dammit!" "Door's unlocked!" Henry called out to his older sister, but didn't look up as she entered the room, his attention still completely focused on the enormous set of bobbling, jiggling, juggling jaybird naked J jugs before him and the sight of his mother's blonde head rising and falling as her warm mouth took as much of him in as she was able to. "Holy shit, I thought you two were probably doing some naughty holiday sexual shit, and I was right," said Harriet, hoisting up her cheerleading skirt and sliding her panties down her thighs as she perched on the commode. "I have to pee pee something awful." Harriet let go of the stream of urine, one she had been trying to hold back since the end of cheerleading practice, relief washing over her face as the first tinkling sound of her water hit the water in the bowl of the commode. "Ahhhhhhhh, that feels so good," Harriet sighed, grabbing a piece of tissue and wiping herself dry. "But I bet not half as good as you're feeling, Henry, tee hee. Looks like you're about to come, brother dear. Geez, she sucks your wee wee all the fucking time, doesn't she? But I can't really blame her." "Yeah, she does, Harriet. I'll let you suck it again later, but, shit, it's probably one of the best ones I've ever had," responded Henry, squeezing his mother's breasts roughly as though for emphasis, then reaching up and yanking on Hilda's hair as he cried out. "Ahhhhhhhhh, I think it's gonna snow! Get ready for the eggnog! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Harriet stood up, juggers a-jouncing as she pulled her panties back up and lowered her skirt over her fleshy ass, patting it neatly back into place. "Great ass, sis," said Henry, complimenting his sister, as he unashamedly checked out her impressive caboose. "And you sure do fill out that sweater nicely, hee hee. Those titties of yours look huge in that thing." Hilda reached out her hand for Harriet to assist her from her kneeling position as her mouth slid from Henry's jumbo johnson with an audible popping sound. "Well, that was fun, tee hee," giggled Hilda, releasing her oral hold on his huge wee wee. "You really should give it a Christmas suck yourself, Harriet. It was fucking fun, and he shot a lot of cum down my throat." "Sure! Why the hell not?" Harriet replied slyly, checking out his sagging pee wee. "Does 'he' have another one in him, Henry?" "'He' sure does, Harriet," Henry said eagerly, smacking one of her boobs with an open palm and cackling as it dribbled up and down beneath her clothing. "But that fucking sweater and bra better come off first." Harriet quickly obliged, doffing her sweater and bra as she assumed the position on the floor of the bathroom previously held by her mother as Henry grabbed hold of his sister's blonde pigtails and jockeyed the head of his pecker into position, aiming it for her wet, warm and willing oral cavity. "This is some fun shit, tee hee hee," the busty girl giggled, her heavy honkers flailing. "I love sucking your big ol' mean Mr. Wean. I am going to suck the shit outta you." "Oh, what a happy fucking holiday! What a gift!" Henry yelled hornily, yanking his sister's head up and down by the pigtails, making her newly freed and gloriously naked globes of gooey girlishness bound up and down upon her chest and shoulders. "It's Christmas in my pants and you're invited, you big-tittied bitch! Oh, suck it! Suck it! Suck it! Say 'Merry Christmas, Mr. Wean!' with your DSLs!" THE END