9 comments/ 72662 views/ 6 favorites A Bad Girl at Christmas By: Louise Brown Matthew couldn't help but smile. Any time he was able to see his two favorite girls in the same day was always a good day, but as it was Christmas, this one was especially so. "Shit!" The car, fishtailing quickly left and right on an icy patch of road, came back under control without much difficulty, but reminded Matt to keep his mind on his driving until arriving safely at Louise's house. He adjusted and descended the vehicle's speed slightly, and let his heart settle back into his chest. Still, with very few other cars on the road and another twenty minutes to get to his destination, he couldn't help but reflect. He had just dropped off his daughter at his ex-wife's home. It was the first time in four years that Matthew was able to open gifts with his daughter on Christmas Day, rather than on the 26th or 27th. Though happy to be out of a very bad marriage, he still missed his daughter greatly, and the morning held wonderful significance for him. After a nice breakfast and cleaning up the wrapping paper and bows from the floor, they put the finishing touches on a snow fort behind his apartment building. Matt played with his daughter in the cold, letting her win a snowball fight. At 5'8" and 165 pounds his muscular frame held up a bearded face that towered above the eleven year old girl. The ski cap worn to cover his ears couldn't contain the long strands of grey hair peeking out the back to his shoulders. After many genuine laughs, he made some hot chocolate for both of them to warm up. When the time came to start getting ready to leave, the kind-hearted father loaded his car with opened presents he'd given his daughter and with wrapped ones for his new girlfriend. He was a genuinely nice man. He'd been dating Louise for a couple months by then, and thanked his lucky stars for their mutual friend who'd introduced them. For one, he thought it uncommon for a man in his early 40's to be hooked up with a woman in her late 20's, and two, that she'd continue seeing him after what he was sure must have been merely a sympathy date. She had long brown hair, deep brown eyes, was in wonderful shape, and the long slit in the skirt she wore that first night did little to hide the sexiest pair of legs he'd seen in quite some time. But continue, she did, and they'd been seeing one another about once every week, since... lately, even more often. There was one unfortunate break in the routine; after their first date, it had been over three weeks until their second one. She had spent the better part of a week away at a teachers' conference and, while away, her father had been unexpectedly killed in a car wreck. When he'd heard about the bad news, his heart went out to her even though they barely knew one another. He had given a very thoughtful sympathy card with a dozen yellow roses that waited for her when she returned from an additional week away for arrangements and services. Almost two weeks after that, they spent their second night out. They'd gone to a bar where one of Lou's friends was playing in a band. She drank a lot that night, especially for a woman of such small size, and though he'd thought he'd be able to make it home afterward, she insisted it would be better to check into a hotel room, rather than run the risk of getting a DUI. Once in their rented room for the evening, she was naked almost immediately. He kissed and adored every inch of her body, starting with her softly opened mouth. Their lips and tongues licked and pecked, tasted and accepted, rolled and sucked on each other's. As he descended Louise's nude body, he licked a slow trail down her neck, over her left shoulder, and down the length of her arm to the palm of her hand. Sure, she was horny, but when he sucked on the pad of flesh below her thumb, she felt herself moistening within immediately. Matt knew the effect he was having on her by the way she vocally exhaled. He licked his way back up, pausing to suck on the tendon on the inside her elbow, then tonguing farther up to her armpit, then down along the curve of her breast. His tongue flicked her nipple to full attention, but rather than sucking on it, adjusted over her body, doing the same to her right one. Matt's hands were full, taking his own shirt off, then repeated the same, slow path with his tongue down Lou's right arm and back up. When his lips found their way to her right breast again, this time Matt paid it more attention. He peppered her areola with tongue flicks, then blew on the moist, sensitive, brownish-tan pad, cooling it rapidly and making it turn bumpy. Then he pinched it between his lips while quickly swirling the tip of his tongue around her nipple. Feeling it grow harder until it was a small standing pebble, he closed his teeth about it, continuing the circling licks at the very tip. Louise squealed out a sexy moan as he did, her hips undulating beneath his belly. He slid over to her left nipple and gave it the same sexy treatment, and she found herself nearly ready to climax before he had even touched her below. Matthew descended further, criss-crossing her belly with long, swiping strokes with the flat of his tongue, painting her with his saliva. The only time his tongue hid back inside his mouth was when he kissed over her soft curls. It seemed forever to her that he pecked kisses over her bush... lower... lower... nearly to her clitoris. Lou's mouth was closed, moaning with every breath, but when he ducked down to peck a quick kiss on her vulva then slid off to the side to lick down her left thigh, her mouth opened to emit a groan of frustration a half-octave above her norm. The tongue-lashing continued down her thigh, past her knee, then Matt finally used one of his hands, gripping Lou's ankle and lift it into the air while he sucked on her calf. He sat on the edge of the bed, placing the ankle up onto his shoulder, kissing the muscular flesh as he undid the belt, zipper, and button of his pants. Sliding over to make the return trip up her right leg, Matt faced toward her, using both hands on himself to slip the pants down his legs and push his socks off and onto the floor. He playfully flicked his tongue along the arch of her foot to see if she was ticklish; where she normally would have been, at this point every sensation she received was too erotic to notice. His hands kneaded and massaged her thighs as his face, lips, and tongue slid torturously slowly upward. Pressing the insides of her thighs forward and up, he saw her slit opening in the faint light from the window like the petals of some nocturnal flower. Finally his tongue entered her body, licking up one side and down the other, lapping her folds. Louise's insanity was nearly over, and the moment she felt his tongue flicking up and over her clit, she climaxed violently and loudly. She begged Matt to fuck her, but he ignored her pleas, lost in his own desire. He continued licking over her clitoris, flicking his tongue madly and the echo of her orgasm hit her harder than the first. Her thighs pressed against his hands, quivering without control. Her voice filled the room with sound, and the musky scent of her pussy filled the air. Just as she thought the tremors had completed and calmed, Matthew quickly slid two fingers into her pussy, curling around her walls and swiping inside. When he pinched her clitoris between his lips and gave it the same attention as he'd done to her nipples, she found the aftershocks more dangerous than the quake, itself. With lightning flicks of the tip of his tongue across her clit in every direction, back and forth, up and down, diagonally this way and that, her entire body imploded, and wave after wave streamed through her. She climaxed a third time, unable to control the flailing of her body, cumming all over Matt's fingers. He held them stiffly in place as her labia pulsed and vibrated on them. The orgasm seemed to last an hour, but in reality was only less than a minute, when her body settled in place onto the bed, nothing more than a mass of gelatin. Matthew lowered his face one final time, licking over her folds, savoring the thick juices that coated them. Once he finally lifted himself off from her, he looked down to regard Louise's body. He'd thought she was pretty before, but seeing her there, knew she was a lot more than that; glancing up from the shapeliness of those legs he admired the first time he saw them, to the pussy he'd just ravished, to her flat belly and the lifting mounds of flesh on her chest, up to her face, he couldn't come up with any other words to describe her than just, "Beautiful." After Matt's eyes had wandered up her body, the rest of his body followed. They kissed deeply, softly, and passionately, and she inhaled and tasted the remnants of herself on his lips and cheeks. He touched her face gently, and was not only in absolute awe of this young woman, but humbled to be with her. Lou repeated softly that she wanted him to fuck her, but he couldn't stop doing anything but hold this precious treasure. She'd recently lost the man who'd meant more to her than any ever had, and knew he was already more than content in pleasing her. Matt curled in beside her, spooning and just holding her, until she eventually fell asleep. Listening to her regulated breathing, Matt's cock throbbed against the soft, round curves of her ass. A moment of wondering panic as to why he hadn't made love to her invaded his brain, but as she held his hand between her breasts like a little girl would hold a teddy bear, he knew he had made the correct decision in holding off, this time. The following morning in the hotel room, they both needed to leave for home to find clothes into which to change for work, but she still took the time to return the oral favor from the night before. They had taken a shower together, and the sight and feel of her body glistening in lathered soap and water was too much for him to hide what he wanted. Lou dropped to her knees while the hot water snapped down Matt's back, taking him into her mouth. She was able to make him cum within minutes, swallowing every drop of it. Dressed in the prior night's attire, Matt drove Louise home, and finally realized this was much more than just a sympathy date for a nice guy... she actually liked him! At work the rest of the day, his heart fluttered, and once he called her, they'd made arrangements to see one another that weekend. They'd been dating ever since, it had been a wonderful two months, and the sex was nothing short of mind-boggling. As Matt pulled the car into her driveway, he knew he was in love with her, and was ready for the first time to tell her so. He gathered her Christmas gifts and carried them up to the door. While he shifted the boxes to one arm in order to ring the doorbell, but saw he didn't have to once he read the note taped to the door: "Merry Christmas, Matt... come on in! love, lulu" ================================================= Six months ago, Louise was an emotional wreck. Even though the relationship she'd had with her housemate Holly was an open one, Holly's decision to move out to be with a man was devastating to her. Lou went through all the steps of a break-up, the wondering why, the many nights in tears. They'd lived together nearly four years and, though Louise knew they'd each eventually want to get married and have children, it just threw her that Holly would find the man of her dreams before she did. Louise missed their nights together terribly and, with no one onto which to hold if neither found a guy for the evening, turned to her computer and sulked. She would log in to chatrooms for hours and hours at a time, playing with anyone who'd pay her attention. She'd become especially attached to one woman, but when Lou came back from a week away visiting family, she'd learned her cyber-partner had chosen not to be faithful to her. This simply brought back thoughts of Holly leaving again, and more nights were spent crying. "What's wrong with me?" she wondered. She knew she was intelligent... she knew she was attractive... so why didn't the people she wanted want her? Her mother breathed sighs of relief that Louise was no longer with "that woman," and nagged her to finally meet a nice man. Daddy, on the other hand, was nothing but supportive of his beloved daughter, assuring her she'd know the right thing to do, the right person with whom to spend her life, when it happened. He was the same way when her engagement was broken when she was 23. He was even more so when she was raped at 18... always loving, supportive, and encouraging. Her greatest qualities, she thought, came directly from him. The one thing cyberring did do for her over those first few months alone, other than giving her the fantasy of climaxing with someone else, was to help bring her confidence back. She helped others online, giving advice when they were facing difficulties in their lives, and she'd opened up for some to do the same for her. By the start of the school year, she began testing the waters and dating once again. And again. And again. Before she knew it, she was juggling her schedule of free nights among four different men. She was excited to have been asked to represent her school district to attend a three-day conference in Washington, DC, at the close of September. There, she had the chance to not only attend informative meetings and seminars, but the opportunity to sight-see in the nation's capital for the first time since she was in 7th grade. On her last morning there, though, she received the most devastating news of her life. Daddy was killed in an accident, and Mom was in the hospital. Her flight home was changed immediately, and she rushed to take care of what was left of her family. A week later, Mom was at least okay and had been discharged from the hospital, though it would take some months of physical therapy to be able to use her right hand again. Lou, however, returned to work, confused and lost. Though everyone was kind and polite to her, it still was going to take some time for her to compose herself and find her way to a new normalcy. Over the next two and a half months, two things occurred: first, the only thing that she found to consume her enough to overcome her grief was sex, and second, of all the men with whom she was spending time, Matthew was winning out as she narrowed the field down to one. The yellow roses he'd given Louise were her first sign; they had always been Daddy's favorite. The first night they'd spent together afterward was her second; Matt was so loving, so passionate, yet never gave her the feeling in the least that sex was the only reason he was there. Even though they didn't make love that night, the sex was amazing as he used his mouth on her body far better than any man she'd known, and better than most of the women. And the following morning, when she saw his body for the first time in the light? Even though he was fifteen years older than she was, he was certainly very easy on the eyes. His chest had just the right amount of hair... his face handsome... his body firm... his cock large and wide and gorgeous. In the shower, she lathered up her body with the small rectangle of hotel soap, then used her own body to wash his, pressing her legs against his, her chest against his. Louise then turned around to press and wiggle her lathered back and ass to wash him, and as his arms closed about her body, she thought it was a perfect fit. She turned to face Matthew once more, encouraging him to spin around as well. When he did so, she reached around him and took the base of his hard member into her small hand. She skillfully stroked it, not letting the soap get too close to the slit of his head, making sure not to burn it with the bubbles. She rubbed the front half of her body all over him, pressing her soft breasts into his back, and carefully reaching up on her toes so as not to slip in the tub, yet feel the contour of his ass in front of her hips. In a few minutes, she stopped her hand job. While Matt turned around to once again wrap his arms about Louise's body, she kissed him softly, then squirmed with a smile from the embrace. She slid down his body, out of the way of the streaming water, letting the soap rinse off from his stomach and his penis. Once it was completely rinsed, she knelt around him with her hands clutching onto his hips, urging him to turn with her. With Matt's body blocking the shower, Lou took him into her mouth, sucking sweetly, passionately, and lustfully. After being nude with her for hours and the panic of what he may have missed the night before behind him, the sensations she gave, visually, physically, almost spiritually, exploded in return from his body and through his throbbing cock. She nourished herself with his seed, swallowing hungrily and excitedly. Just two days later, Matthew was invited to her home and her bed; with the awkwardness of the first time being naked out or wondering if one could please the other out of the way, they found themselves exploring each other's bodies with ease, wonder, and delight. For the next two months, it was more of the same, each time better than the last, at least once every week. No, there was no doubt that Matthew was winning out as Louise narrowed the field down to one. However, the only thing she found to consume her grief was sex, and she grieved every single day, not just once a week. There were others who were familiar with her body and mind, and they played on that knowledge as surely as she did with theirs. As October ended and November began, Lou found herself absolutely depraved, and acted more like a slut than she had since her sophomore year in college. She had wasted away an entire summer without sex and was bound and determined to make up for lost time. The thought even occurred to her more than once to throw away her birth-control pills, considering to replace the life that was lost with a new one, but at least kept her sanity in that regard. In every other sexual sense, though, Louise was a lost soul. At one small party, she pulled a train with three different men. The next weekend she took on four at the same time. By Thanksgiving, she'd danced on stage during an amateur night at a strip club, found herself amid a threesome with a married couple she'd known, had allowed herself to be videotaped masturbating for another male friend, and stooped to submit as a fantasy for another to dominate her for a night. She granted most any man who knew her fairly well a fantasy, but kept her inner soul hidden to all but one. Come December, she knew more and more that the needs of the one outweighed the needs of the many. She slowly weaned herself away from the others, but gave in to one final weak moment. Louise's mother had gone out of state to stay with her side of the family while recovering for the holidays. Lou, with no one left around for the week, knew it would be a great opportunity to really get to know Matthew better. However, he had his daughter from the 23rd through noon on the 25th, and both agreed since the two girls had yet to meet one another, that the holiday might not be the best time to spring the thought that he'd had a new girlfriend to the child. She spent the morning of Christmas Eve online chatting and felt terribly alone... not so much from actually being alone as from missing Daddy... her first Christmas apart from him. Later that morning, she received an invitation over the phone to catch a football game at a friend's house... a male friend's house... a male friend who'd taken part of the train and the fivesome and had been granted a fantasy's house. Thinking more of missing Daddy than she was of missing Matt, she found herself accepting the offer. On her way over, she realized what she was doing. A pang of guilt jolted through her heart, but it wasn't enough to force her to make a U-turn. The voyeur in her psyche couldn't refuse the idea of seeing more than one stiff cock at once. The exhibitionist in her soul couldn't let go the chance to show off, to be felt by more than only two hands, if only for one last time. Yes, this would be her last time, she affirmed, and drove on. A Bad Girl at Christmas Shortly after arriving, Lou found the count for the day was again going to be four men, one woman. With a drink of Christmas cheer, another for courage and resolution, and a third to forget her situation and inhibitions, she was ready to begin. All four of them were from her workplace and had had sex with her in the past. Two had left their wives and families for the afternoon; Louise didn't know, didn't ask, and didn't care why they'd done so on Christmas Eve. All she knew was they wanted her, and no matter how much she impressed them at work, this was for the mere satisfaction of all parties involved. She had already allowed three of the four men there a fantasy, and there were two people left who would get what they wanted. She knew hers, and let her coworkers privy to it. She loved the feel of a man's cum striking and splashing against her face... watching and listening to him masturbate until he could no longer contain himself, and the feel, scent, and taste of a facial rounded out all the senses involved. The men knew she was seeing more and more of Matt, and though they were happy for her, each secretly wished it would have been himself. Still, this might be the last chance to take advantage of their friend while she was still acting like a slut, and none were walking away from it. Though they'd each enjoyed her body in the past to every extent, today they would be limited to no actual intercourse. She stood before the men who were spread about out her on a couch and two chairs. She glanced over to the fourth and asked if there was anything else special, with ground rules were in tact, what he would enjoy. He gave her question only a few seconds pondering when he responded, "I want to watch you shave your pussy." She kept herself neatly trimmed during swimsuit season, but during the fall and winter months had no need to do so, and hadn't completely shaved there in nearly three years. But, fair was fair, and the circle of fantasies would be complete with the act. She asked her host for a pair of scissors, his razor, and some water, and followed him as he went to fetch her cleaning materiel. When they returned, a plastic tarp was placed onto the living room floor, and two pillows from his bed were tucked into a plastic garbage bag and sealed. For the second time for one and up to the tenth for another, she began taking off her clothes in front of these men. She stood and removed her sweater, pulling it over her head and tossing it to the side. She unbuttoned her tight blue jeans and slid the zipper as far down as it would go. She sat in the middle of the tarpaulin and slipped out of her ankle-high leather boots. She wiggled her ass off and on the floor until her jeans had come off from her hips, slid them down both legs, and with a quick flick of her wrists, were off and, without panties, only her stockinged feet blocked the men's eyesight of her pussy. The view was quickly unimpeded when she slid her thumbs underneath the elastic band around her right thigh and carefully peeled the nylon fabric down that clung to her leg. Sliding off the left as well, she wiggled her toes and pointed her feet, stretching her legs to their fullest extent. Finally, she reached to her waist and tugged up on the bottom of her camisole, pulling it off and revealing her soft breasts to the eight ogling eyes. With a toss of her hair, she sat naked among lustful comments of appreciation. Lou sat up and bent forward, pulling her feet back, sliding her heels along the floor until each of her knees were bent at right angles, matching the 90º that separated her thighs. With the scissors, she snipped at her curls as closely as she could to their roots, and the convex triangle that once had its orthocenter just above her clitoris was gone, and only short stubble remained along the sides and above her pussy. She pinched at the fallen ends of hair between her legs and flicked them off beside her. She dipped her fingers into the mug of hot water provided her, and sprinkled it onto the sides of her vulva, rubbing it over the curly hairs. After another small splash of water, she sprayed a small dab of the man's shaving cream into her hand, then smeared a thin layer of lather onto herself. Wiping the excess cream into her thigh, she took the razor and dipped it into the mug, then slowly swiped one path of the soap off. She placed the head of the razor into the mug, swishing it around quickly to wash off as much of the lather and stubble away, then repeated with another smooth stroke. Noticing the men approaching slightly for a better view, she smiled up at them before cleaning off her next path. In about a minute, the top half was finished, her skin smooth and bare. Spreading out her right leg, she leaned down for a better view, herself, to make sure she didn't miss a hair. Careful, smooth strokes followed, then the process came to a close after shaving the left side of her pussy. She rubbed the final missed strokes of the lather into her skin until it was melted and absorbed. With a final inspection, she took a few more short strokes with the blade until there was nothing but smooth skin. Setting the razor aside and looking up with a quick raise of her eyebrows, she was rewarded with actual applause. Having met the only fantasy left of theirs, there was only one remaining... her own. She laid back on the tarp with her legs still spread, resting the back of her head on the plastic-coated pillows. Lou encouraged her coworkers, almost chiding them as she teased, running the fingers of her right hand over the smooth flesh that had moments before had been covered by fine, twisted strands of brown. Two fingers found their way down to the slit of her petals, and she pried them apart, showing off fully her pink flower for a half-minute, then slid them back up to her clitoris, slowly pressing in small circles over it. Her labia seemed swollen, larger than they were than before she had shaved. One of the men was ready, got down from the couch, and dropped to his knees. He undid the pants he wore, pulling them and his shorts down to mid-thigh. Lou watched in voyeuristic delight as he began jerking his cock. The faster he stroked, the more she played, too, letting her left hand slip down to finger over her slit while diddling her clit with her right. Sweet moans of self-pleasure came from her throat while the two souls masturbated, eyes locked on each other's bodies. With both arms moving quickly to rub over her pussy and clitoris, they trapped her soft breasts between them, pressing them together and making them appear even larger than they really were, jiggling them with her every motion. The sight was enough for a second to remove his pants as well. When the moment came for the first, he vaulted up her body, kneeling by her shoulder and pointing his member to the side of her face. With a few more quick jerks, it erupted, lacing a line of sperm on one cheek, diagonally up her opened mouth, and across the other. Louise emitted a sexy moan of approval, while stream after stream hit over her the lower half of her face. His orgasm was over in a moment; she licked what spunk she could from her lips, then turned her attention to the next stroking man. Her hands played fiercely over herself, excited to be the sexy center of attention. The other men took positions surrounding her nude body, touching over her thighs and breasts while she pleased herself. The second man moved to her face from another angle, and soon squirted more cum onto her, into her hair, over her forehead and one closed eye, and all over her cheek. She felt the thick liquid splashing on her and squealed, but with her eyes now closed to avoid the burning sensation of cum against her iris, she brought a hand up from her pussy to gently scrape it off so she could once again watch. While doing so, her pussy unobstructed, one of the men knelt down between her feet, moving his face closer and began tasting her moistening folds. Over the next fifteen minutes, she came twice and each of the men had ejaculated on her face. They took turns eating her pussy and sucking on her tits. After the last man had shot his seed, she took both hands to her face, scooping the cooled stickiness that hadn't yet slid off into her mouth. Licking her fingers, Louise's fantasy was over. It was strangely fulfilling and not, both at the same time; fulfilling in that it was incredibly sexy, but not in the sense that she wished there were more men and more cum. She laid there for a few more minutes, when another unfulfilling thought came to her: sure, she was having fun, but as her friends teased, licked, and played with her body, none could do to her what Matthew had. She wanted to be with him, but it would be another twenty-two hours until she could. The more she was touched, tasted, and fondled, the more she merely laid there, not returning any of the attention given her. After a short while and two more cumshots, one of the married men needed to return to his family, and Lou took the opportunity to wind down her end of the festivities as well. She found herself getting dressed, and though she laughed and had a good time with the rest of her coworkers while the game was on, she left as soon as it was over, kissing them each on the cheek, wishing them all a merry Christmas. At home, her mind and soul were a mess. It was Christmas Eve, and she was all alone for the night. She called her mother and brother, wishing each of them a merry Christmas, then chatted with Matt on the phone well after his daughter's usual bedtime. The longer they talked, the more Louise felt guilty about her afternoon. By the time she'd hung up the phone two hours later, she knew how she'd spend her holiday. ================================================= Matt gathered Louise's Christmas gifts from his car and carried them up to the door. While he shifted the boxes to one arm in order to ring the doorbell, but saw he didn't have to once he read the note taped to the door: "Merry Christmas, Matt... come on in! love, lulu" When he opened the door and let himself in, Matthew smelled the aroma of roasted poultry wafting from the kitchen, but was curious about the sight of Louise's living room. The decorations were intact and the tree was trimmed and lit, but all the presents he'd remembered underneath it only a few days before were gone. He noticed a piece of paper hanging on a branch, another note. He'd set his gifts before the Scotch pine, then stood back up to get a better look at the note in her handwriting: "You are a very bad girl, Louise. There are no presents for you, this year. --Santa." He stepped into the hallway toward the kitchen, but she wasn't there. Calling out to her, Matt heard Lou's voice whimpering from the bedroom, "In here...." He walked down the hallway, and the sight he found on entering her room was unlike anything he'd ever seen before. The shades were drawn and the bedroom somewhat dark except for the ambient light coming in through the door and the candles in wrought-iron holder brought from another room. Lou was on her hands and knees, naked at the foot of her bed, facing away from the door. Her round ass was practically an invitation for him to kneel on the edge of the mattress and fuck her from behind. His eyes glanced down and saw she had shaved her pussy. Her ankles were covered with belted and zipped leather bands with metal rings on the inside and out with a chain clipped to each, attached to the posts on her bed, separating and spreading her legs. Looking beyond her back, her tightly braided hair, and the leather collar around her neck, he saw chains attached to the posts at the head of the bed, as well. "Jesus, Lulu!" he wondered aloud while he walked along the side of the bed. With a side view, he saw the matching leather bands on her wrists, and her breasts, which normally hung separately and low below her chest were instead pushed somehow inward; his curiosity about her tits was appeased when he'd noticed the thin gold chain attaching them together by her nipple clamps, but the sight was all so unbelievable to him! Sure, she'd been amazing in bed over the past couple months and they'd played around with a little light bondage once in a while, but to see her like this absolutely blew his mind. At first, "I've been a bad girl," is all she said. Once she realized Matthew was dumbfounded, she added, "I deserve a spanking." "Lulu..." he started, with a curled brow, but didn't know how to finish the sentence. Finally words found their way to his lips. "You've never been bad... there's not an ounce of evil in your entire soul... and you know I would never hit you." "I know that... but, yes, I am. I've been very bad and I deserve this. Please. Just today. Just this once. Spank me." The good and kind-hearted man sat beside the woman with whom he'd been falling in love, resting his hand on the small of her back, caressing over the tight flesh. His hand eased down over her sexy, protruding ass, feeling over the large, soft orbs of skin. Knowing her determination, he pulled his hand back less than a foot and gave Louise's cheek a short slap. "SPANK ME!" she shouted. "I can't do this. I... I love you." Lou's heart melted with the words. "Oh, Matt, I love you, too. But you must do this!" "Why?" Louise couldn't bring herself to tell him that she'd been with so many other men over the past two months, or that she was with as many as she had only the day before. It was hard enough reminding him she was bisexual and of the two women she'd been with over that time, and though he seemed incredibly understanding of that, she was certain that to admit she'd been fucking around with men, too, would break his fragile, precious heart. "I can't say. I just need this, just this once. Please?" Matthew shook his head and with resignation, slapped her ass once more. "Harder!" she implored. Another swat, and another plea for more. One more slap, and the words that came out of Louise's mouth were nearly a hiss. "For Christ's sake, hit me! Spank my fucking ass 'til it's fucking red all over! Slap it, mother fucker... SPANK ME!" It was almost too much for Matthew to take. On the one hand, he knew something was terribly wrong. She knew what type of man he was and thought she'd spent time with him partially because of his natural kindness. He knew even though she would sometimes swear in bed with him in moments of passion, this was the only time she'd ever called him that. On the other hand, though, he also knew how determined she could be, and could tell this was a moment in which she was not going to give in. He drew his hand back farther and let loose a painful slap. The cracking, snapping sound of flesh was louder than he'd expected, and the very second it had passed, the sound immediately following was the breath coming vocally out of Louise's lungs in part moan, part whimper. "Yes," she hissed through gritted teeth, "Do it!" Matthew wound up for another volley, and again smacked Louise's ass hard. "Fuck, yes! More...." Over the next two minutes the spanking became quicker and more forceful. The palm of Matthew's hand was beginning to sting and Louise did her best to fight off from crying. Finally, unable to hold off any longer, tears of pain and shame streamed from her eyes and her face was as red as her behind. Matthew ceased spanking her as soon as she'd begun crying, his heart aching from what she'd begged him to do and without a clue as to why. "Oh, sweetie," he sighed, confused about the entire situation. The only thing he knew for certain was that he loved her. "May I ask a favor of you?" The tears falling from Louise's face continued, though more softly. The tone of her voice was low and sincere as she confessed, "I would do anything you'd ever want, Matt," and then nearly haunting as she slowly confirmed, "Anything. Ever." "Lulu?" he asked, "Don't ever make me do that again." "Okay," she said with a sniffle, smiled slightly, and then burst once more into silent tears. "Oh, baby girl," he said, still shaking his head. Matt unclipped the chains from her ankles, and Louise crawled over to him, curling up in a fetal position about him until he made her tears go away. Matthew gently swept his hand over her face, then raised it up to his own, taking the salty tears from his fingers and tasting them. Matthew consoled his little Lulu until she was finally able to lift herself up from his body, asking if he was hungry at all. He answered, "Not yet," and said he had eaten too much the night before when he'd taken his daughter to visit with his parents for Christmas Eve. "Well, I have to get the bird out of the oven, at least," and found her way to standing before him. Regarding her beautiful nude form, Matt took her waist in his hands and gave a meaningful squeeze, then shook his head as his eyes dropped from her face to her breasts. "Those have got to hurt," he wondered aloud, and pinched open the clamp from Lou's left nipple. She admitted they did, and gave a sigh when released from the one, then another with the right. "Why do you do this to yourself?" "Sort of went with the theme of the day," she shrugged. "I never thought you'd have anything like this," he said, holding the gold chain... "Or this," as his hand moved up and tugged her collar... "Or these!" referring to the wrist and ankle bonds. "Only the second time I've ever worn those," she said, taking the nipple clamps from his hands and stepping over to place them in the back of her jewelry box. Moving quickly back to his perch on the edge of the bed, she sat on his lap and raised both wrists in front of his face and tugged at her collar. "As for these, you'll see then from time to time," she winked, "On special occasions. Merry Christmas, baby." She kissed his cheek, then bounced off him as quickly as she'd popped on. He followed her into the kitchen while she grabbed pot holders to pull the small stuffed turkey from the oven, placing it on the counter next to a mince pie. Matthew adored Louise and knew that despite whatever pain she'd been going through since the loss of her daddy, he'd do everything he could to help it go away. The sight of her doing housework in the nude as comfortably as if she were wearing clothes also served as a reminder that however much he loved her, there was still a ton of lust thrown in as well. She made him feel young again, and he chuckled, "I'm starting to get the feeling I'm overdressed for this party!" She strode over to face him, laying her arms over his shoulders and hands around his neck, stood on the balls of her feet, and kissed his lips. When his arms went around her back to close the embrace, she smiled up at him, "Well, let's do something about that!" She dropped back to her feet and slid one hand down his arm, taking his hand and giving a gentle tug with a step backward. Hand in hand, the lovers returned to the bedroom. Lou could barely wait for him to strip, but when he did, she laid with him on her bed, then went down on his body. She sucked on his hard, waiting cock with all the love she had of both performing the act and of the man she was with. She stroked his shaft and sucked his head until it exploded into her mouth. After swallowing his seed, she maintained her grip on the base of his shaft, feeling very happy, and looking up at him with wide, soft brown eyes while rubbing his softening cock adoringly all over her face. Matt was more than ready to return the favor, but as he and Louise were flipping over, she bended her knees and pulled her legs back, taking the clip on her right wristband and snapping it to the ring on her right ankle. She held her left wrist to her left ankle, asking with a sly smile, "Will you?" Matthew acceded to her request, and Lou's bent legs fell to the sides, her pussy spreading naturally. The sight of her made his dick regain its strength immediately, and his face closed to tongue her as she knew no one else could. The novelty of seeing her pussy shaven for the first time merely added to his hunger, and he licked and fingered her mercilessly, feeling his cock throb every time her voice became louder or her body strained. He'd known her long enough to sense the telltale signs of when she was about to orgasm, and used it to his advantage in getting her close several times, then easing just in time before allowing her to let loose. A Bad Girl at Christmas Her body was a violin, and he played a romantic symphony on her. His tongue was merely a prelude, making a crescendo and building tension. The next movement was an adagio, slowly drawing out her wanton desire... followed by an expert pizzicato, softly plucking her strings. Louise, the helpless audience, could only scream for more and beg for relief. In her mind's eye, Matt's fugue made him Bach and Bono all rolled into one. He slowly licked her from stern to stem, pressing his tongue into her opened and relaxed star for a moment, lapping over her folds for another, then flicked over her clitoris. He glanced up Lou's body to witness her reactions, letting his eyes join in the sensual triumph his ears, nose, fingers, and tongue were already enjoying. The virtuoso then paused before his climactic cadenza. Getting up to his knees and crawling forward, Matt toyed with his cock over Lou's pussy, pressing and teasing the head all over and around her petals. He leaned down on top of her, and with a slow push forward, entered within her walls, inch by torturous inch. Once his large, steely hardness was sheathed to the hilt, he grabbed onto the insides of Lou's thighs and began picking up the pace. He moved his hips in a circular motion, grinding his pubic bone over her clit while he fucked her, and Louise groaned in ecstasy. Within a dozen swipes over and deep strokes inside her, she cried out the first of several orgasms she'd have that evening. Once her bucking had subsided and her breathing returned to low moans, her second came after his hands lowered and cradled around her ass while fucking her, easing a finger into her star and sliding it in and out of her ass in counterpoint with his cock inside her pussy. He felt her arms and legs, together bound, trying to wrap up and around his body. He moved his arms up and pressed his hands on the bed next to her shoulders. Lifting the upper half of his body and pushing his cock in deeper between her legs, Louise was able to lock her ankles beneath his ass, and the lovers were treated to the sight of one another as he fucked her. She saw his handsome, bearded face agape in pleasure, his strong shoulders, the hair on his chest and belly, and when raising her head to complete the view, the patch of hair above his cock and the base of its shaft on the backstrokes. He looked down and regarded his sexy Lulu in kind, her wanton face, her breasts forced into sliding up and down her chest with every hammering blow of his hips. Louise never made an attempt to be quiet when making love, and tonight was no exception... every inhalation was a hurried gasping suck for oxygen, and every exhalation a moan. The lovers' eyes found their way back up each other's bodies, and once they met, they pierced through each other's souls. Matt lowered his body to be closer to hers, and took a hand to gently caress the side of her face... a strange calming amid the furious pace and power of hard lovemaking. Matt's pummeling slowed slightly in tempo and grew in depth, and Louise knew he was close to cumming. "Play with my clitty," she begged breathlessly. "I want to cum with you." Matthew was happy to please her and slid his free hand between their hips. The tips of his index and middle fingers pressed small, rapid circles over her clitoris the way he knew she loved while he fucked her. In a minute, he gave one final push inward and moaned deeply as the first pulse of cum shot out of his cock inside her wet warmth. The half-second before it happened, Louise felt the widening of his shaft against her folds as it was ready to shoot, and once she felt the vibrations of the girth of his cock expanding with each emission, her insides imploded and the quivering of her walls around his cock felt wondrous to them both. After a few minutes of cuddling recovery, Louise was able to speak. "Merry Christmas, baby," she smiled. "Merry Christmas, Lulu," Matt responded with a kiss. He reached to unclasp the safety hooks from the rings attached to her hands and feet, and was about to undo the wrist and ankle bracelets, but she insisted the leather remain. Over the next few hours, they enjoyed the first Christmas dinner either had ever eaten in bed and exchanged thoughtful gifts. Louise spent three full days without wearing any clothes, and over the first of those days was bound in several predicaments throughout her home, surrendering with glee to any circumstance of which either of them could think. For the first time in ages, Louise was truly happy, and Matthew knew wishes he'd never dared dream before would indeed come true.