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Christmas Presence

By: mirandalynne



You've got to use your imagination to picture the full humiliation.

It was Christmas Eve, and I'd let myself into Charlie's apartment. I knew his office Christmas party would go on a while, so I figured he'd be in more than a good mood by the time he made it home. I was bound (literally) and determined to extract a proposal out of him tonight. We'd been dating three years and my mom was antsy to plan a big white wedding. So I'd let out all the stops.

I had slathered my naked self with body shimmer. Last year Charlie asked me to get my nipples pierced, and, ever the good sport and hopeful bride-to-be, I had readily agreed. Each shiny ring had a bright red bow attached. Before I fastened the handcuffs, I'd strapped my ankles together, adjusted the ball gag, and put an entire tube of K-Y jelly up my ass. Too bad I wouldn't be able to see Charlie's face as he unlocked his door.

After a rather uncomfortable time, I was beginning to think I should unlock the cuffs when I heard the tell-tale sound of the elevator door opening. There was a jingle of keys---but quite another sound---the sound of two well-lubricated men laughing and joking. Shit. Charlie was definitely not alone. See how the best-laid plans can go awry?

Hastily, I crawled into the powder room in the entry hall. Pushing the door closed with my nicely rounded and sloppy ass, I closed my eyes and prayed. How dumb could I be? The key to the cuffs was still on the hall rug where so recently I was on display. I huddled next to the sink and my worst fears were soon confirmed.

"Charlie, I've got to take a leak. Where's the head?"

A deep, mature voice. A voice exuding power and class. An English accent. I knew that voice. It was Charlie's boss Mr. Waring. Henry Waring, who'd come into town for the annual Christmas party at his company's top-producing office. Charlie had been beside himself with the thrill and honor of it all.

"He's flying himself in on his private jet, Robin," he'd babbled. "I'm gonna pick him up from the airport," he'd glowed, tying his Christmas tie for perhaps the fifth time to get the knot just right. I'd lain in the bed, resentfully thinking Charlie was a bit of a suck-up. "Clean up the apartment real good before you go, just in case." I'd been so pissed off at the order, his words didn't have a chance to sink in. "Just in case" meant the big man himself might be coming over. Double shit.

The door opened, and there was Henry Waring, his short dark hair flecked with gray, his perpetual tan broken by a puzzled flash of white teeth. He hastily shut the door.

"I'm never one to look a gift horse in the mouth, my love," he said in his sexy English drawl, "but I suspect Charlie didn't arrange you in here solely for my pleasure, did he?"

I shook my head, felt my face turning as bright red as the damn bows on my tits. Mr. Waring's eyes cruised all over me, and my whole body took on a vibrant flush.

"What's that, old man?" shouted Charlie from the kitchen. Old man? Who was Charlie kidding with his English slang? He'd been born in suburban Long Island.

"Nothing, Charlie. I've just remembered. I've left the Ipcress file in my office. Be a good lad and go back and get it. Hate to trouble you, but it's most urgent." Mr. Waring winked down at me.

The Ipcress File. An old Michael Caine movie if I wasn't mistaken. Charlie would be at the company all night looking for it. 

"Don't worry about me, Charlie," boomed Mr. Waring through the closed door. "I'll just pop my feet up and watch the telly. Leave out the single malt, there's a good boy, and I'll be right as rain. Then when you come back we can discuss your promotion."

Charlie's muffled agreement penetrated , and not before long we heard the front door slam. Mr. Waring had thus far not unzipped to relieve himself, but I was dismayed to see him begin to do so. I closed my eyes and turned toward the wall.

"I can still see you," he said meditatively. "Quite a pretty package." I heard his pants drop to the floor, the clink of the belt buckle on the tile, as he kneeled down.

"Don't mind if I do, my love. It's been a very long day. Your Charlie is a bit of a bore, what?"

I felt the huge mushroom head of his penis poking determinedly at my butthole. Surely he wouldn't--?

But it seems he would. I was filled beyond any expectation by a very long, very thick dick. He sunk in effortlessly and sighed.

"Delightful. So tight yet so slippery. I commend you."

What could I say? Obviously nothing, as the ball gag prevented me from screaming in frustration. He reached around and began toying with my ribboned breasts. As he inched out of me, I found myself in the embarrassing position of butting desperately back into him. He picked up the pace and I matched him thrust for thrust. When he finally reached down to pinch my clit, I lost it, drooling and groaning around the ball gag. I quivered from head to toe as his cum shot into me, gallons of hot English cum.

"Hmm. What did Charlie say your name was? Robin, isn't it?"

I nodded my head weakly. I was a mass of satisfied jelly.

"Did you drive yourself over, Robin?"

Again I nodded.

"Excellent. I have an alternate plan for the evening. Do say you'll join me."

I would have followed this guy and his cock anywhere. They say power and money are aphrodisiacs, but Henry Waring had more than just power and money going for him.

"Now, love, where is the key?"

I cocked my head toward the hallway.

"Silly me. I expect you'd like me to remove that nasty gag, wouldn't you?" He bent to do so, wiping my lips with Charlie's Santa hand towel.

"You have a lovely mouth. Make it useful." He thrust his cum-covered cock toward me, and I obediently licked him clean. To my immense satisfaction, he became hard again in no time. He held onto my curly auburn head as he deep-throated me, splashing my tonsils with more of his delicious juices.

"Have you ever been to Vegas, Robin?" he asked helping me to stand at last. My whole body was racked with pins and needles, the ribbons untied and dangling foolishly from my nipple rings.

"No, sir."

"Do call me Henry, my dear. I'm feeling exceptionally lucky tonight. A regular Christmas miracle. Perhaps a few days at Bellagio, what? I keep a suite there."

"But I don't have any clothes."

Henry snapped his fingers. "Not to worry. A few phone calls ahead and you'll be taken care of." He appraised me critically. "A size fourteen?"

I swallowed. "No, Henry, a sixteen."

"But a designer twelve," he grinned. "Forty DD? Size 9 shoe?"

Wow, the guy was a connoisseur of the female form. Again I nodded.

"Just grab your coat and boots, my dear," he said, walking through Charlie's apartment speed-dialing. He poured the scotch Charlie had made for him down the sink. Scribbling a note for my ex-boyfriend, he packed me up and we got into my car. I was naked under my camel-hair coat, and Henry stroked me absently as I drove out to the airport. He mumbled into his cell phone the whole way.

His jet was under lights, a crew scurrying to get it ready for our impromptu trip.

"Good evening, Mr. Waring. We've filed your flight plan with McCarren. You're fueled and ready to roll."

"Indeed I am, Ken. Come, Robin, we'll chase the sunset west." He gave my hand an affectionate squeeze.

I spent the trip with my head in his lap, face down, of course. Every now and again he put the jet on autopilot so he could bring me the same kind of satisfaction I was giving him. A limo from the Bellagio was waiting for us on the tarmac. "Merry Christmas, Mr. Waring, miss," said the driver obsequiously.

"You may be the first to congratulate us, Pete. This lovely young lady has consented to be my bride."

My mouth dropped open, and what with all the work it had done lately plus the gag, my jaw was pretty sore.

"Yes, Robin, I told you I was not one to look a gift horse in the mouth," he smiled, rubbing my plump lower lip. "I've been meaning to marry for some time. Must have someone to leave the business to after all," he shrugged. "You've rather fallen into my lap, so to speak. Charlie's loss is my gain."

Who could argue? Even when the lawyer met us in Henry's suite with the marriage license and prenup I signed gladly. There was a slinky little wedding dress to step into which barely held my boobs in check, and a bouquet of roses, holly and mistletoe. The wedding chapel was in readiness as we pledged undying love to one another early Christmas morning.

"Do you take birth control pills, Robin?" Henry whispered, when we were pronounced man and wife.

"I do."

"Throw them away, my love. This time next year I expect to be stuffing my cock up my pregnant wife's ass. It's always been one of my fetishes."

"I hope you fuck my cunt as nicely as you've fucked my ass," I said sweetly.

"Nicely?" he growled. "I'll show you nice." And he did.

This Christmas we flew into my old city for the annual company Christmas party. As Henry predicted, I am very pregnant and he is very happy, his longed-for fantasy complete. Charlie greeted us at the airport with a rueful smile and finally got me alone midway through the festivities.

"You're looking great, Robin."

"I'm looking pregnant." I took a sip of gingerale. I was dying of curiosity. Whatever had my husband written the night he'd snatched me away? So of course, I asked.

"Mr. Waring---Henry---thanked me for the best Christmas present he'd ever gotten. I confess, I didn't know what the fuck he was talking about. I mean, I saw the ribbons and the bondage stuff, but it took me awhile to figure out what had happened. I guess I missed out, huh?"

I smiled mysteriously. "You'll never know." I caught my husband's eye across the office floor and winked. I knew he had a little light bondage planned for later. For an international tycoon, he is a surprisingly sentimental man. 

Christmas Present



I must have looked a bit funny as I slammed down the receiver on the phone; certainly my coworkers thought something was strange. "Hey guy,what's up?" said Jim. 

"Oh, nothing." I replied lamely. "Nothing at all!" 

Well, that part was a lie. I had just gotten off the phone with my "SO". She'd just spent the last few minutes whispering sweet nothings in my ear. In fact she had been quite specific, describing in detail how much she liked the Christmas gift I'd just given her, and how she planned to thank me for my efforts. Fortunately for me it was the Friday before New Years day, and I wouldn't have any trouble leaving the office early. Not too early though; I had to wait for my throbbing hard-on to deflate before I could risk standing up to leave.

The drive home was a blur. I had to stop and pick up some wine (her request). I also bought two bags of ice to chill the wine while I drove. Beyond that I don't remember a thing except thinking that the trip home was taking WAY too long...

Pulling into the driveway I noticed that the blinds were tightly drawn even though it was only three p.m. The car screeched to a stop as I jammed on the brakes, then bounded out of the car and up the porch stairs two at a time. Throwing open the front door I immediately noticed that the living room was very dim. No light came through the windows, certainly, and the electric lights were not in use; only a few scented candles illuminated the room. I slowly closed the door and stood still, waiting for my eyes to adjust to the sudden dimness.

"Hello lover!" I could just make out her form on the other side of the room. She was leaning against the far wall, holding a pair of crystal goblets and a corkscrew. She sauntered slowly to where I stood, mouth agape. 

I'd spent about two months searching for her Christmas gift; a sheer, green ribbed teddy, a garter belt, and matching green thigh-high stockings. She wore the outfit now, and it took my breath away. It was form-fitting, accentuating her curves. Her breasts, while supported, were clearly visible through the flimsy material, as were her erect nipples. The hemline stopped just above the bottom of her buttocks, exposing her garter belt. She wore no panties. As she approached, my eyes raked over her, drinking in the exquisite view.

Placing the items on a nearby table, she threw her arms around my neck, pulling me tightly to her, and tilted her lips toward mine. I placed the bottle on the table as well, and bent to meet her. Our lips met and as we kissed, I inhaled the sweet perfume of her scent. My hands traveled down to cup her buttocks, and I pulled her even closer. Our lips parted; she teased me with a flick of her tongue. My tongue responded to her invitation, darting into her open mouth. She seized the opportunity to gently suck on my tongue, and began slowly wriggling in my grasp while I massaged her rounded cheeks. Except for our labored breathing, there was no other sound.

Suddenly she stepped back, breaking our embrace. I tried to pull her back, but she placed a finger to my protesting lips, saying: "Shh! I don't think you'll mind!" She turned and disappeared into the dimness. While I waited, I absently uncorked the ice-chilled wine, and poured some into each goblet; setting them back on the table let the wine breath until she returned. Suddenly she emerged from the darkness, smiling, hands behind her back. As she came near, she drew her hands forward. She was holding a giant candy-cane! It was about a foot long, and about an inch or so in diameter. "I thought I'd give you a little show before we got started!" she purred. This was getting interesting!

She took a sip of wine, then stepped back and began to gently sway, moving her hips from side to side. Using the candy cane, she began to stroke her cheeks, then moved the tip of it down until she was stroking her breasts through the gossamer of her outfit. Her nipples, already erect became engorged as she stroked them side to side in time with her gyrating hips. I picked up my wine glass and sipped slowly, all the time watching her sensual dance. All the while I was painfully aware of an aching, burning sensation in my groin as I tried not to split the fabric of my pants.

She was really into her dance now. She stopped stroking her nipples with the candy-cane, and, staring me straight in the eye, took one end into her mouth. She sucked it back and forth, pulled it out to lick it vigorously with her tongue, then placed it back in her mouth sucking it once more, all the while dancing around the room, twirling close to me. I could smell the peppermint scent wafting through the air. As she danced and sucked the candy, I started to strip; slowly at first -- just unbuttoning my shirt.

She smiled wickedly as she ran her tongue the length of the candy-cane, then retreated to the couch. Spreading her legs, she used the tip of the now-glistening stick to part her pussy lips, and began to rub it against the length of her slit. Slowly hell! The rest of my clothes disappeared in a flash! She held up her hand, motioning for me to keep my distance for now. Repositioning the candy rod, she began to masturbate herself in earnest. Her scent flooded the room, mixed with the smell of melting peppermint. I, meanwhile, was balanced awkwardly on my toes, ready to pounce, quivering with pent-up lust. Faster and faster she stroked -- the candy rod was now slick with her juices, not just saliva.

Suddenly she threw the candy-cane across the room. "Take me!" was all she said. I didn't need another invitation! I practically leapt the short distance to the couch, burying my tongue deep in her dripping hole. The combined scents of her juices and the candy made my head reel as I set about lapping her to a furious orgasm. She pulled my head close and ground into me as I licked and kissed her, savoring her sweetness. My tongue found her engorged clit and pleasured it insistently. With one last tug on my hair, she wrenched about with huge orgasmic spasms, screaming out her pleasure like a banshee.

Now it was my turn! I grasped her by the wrists and helped her to stand on wobbly legs. Reaching down, I tugged at the hemline of her slip and pulled it up and over her head. The material shredded in my hands as I peeled it away from her body. Ah well, the store had carried a red one as well. I led her behind the couch and bent her over the back. I paused briefly to grasp my throbbing cock, and guided it into her slippery tunnel. The silky feeling of her womanhood on my shaft made me gasp in pure pleasure. I started pumping, grasping her hips and straining forward into her welcoming tunnel. She responded by bucking up against me, driving me even deeper into her body. We groaned in mutual pleasure.

As I drove into her, I could see her dangling breasts swinging freely to and fro with each frenzied thrust. Reaching forward and under her, I cupped her breasts in my hands, teasing and pinching each nipple between my thumb and forefinger. She squealed in delight at the extra sensation. I felt myself rapidly approaching a climax, luxuriating in the pre-orgasmic tension. Moments later I shook as the wave of delight washed over me, and I flooded her with my semen. A final thrust ensured that she was filled with my seed.

We stood there briefly, she resting on the couch, and me collapsed on top, still kneading her tender nipples. After a few moments we stood, and moved to the front of the couch. We toasted each other with our respective goblets and sipped our now-tepid wine; one glass, now another, draining the bottle in the process.

A thought occurred to me as I eyed my last mouthful of wine. Leaning forward, I deliberately dribbled it onto her breasts, then drew them alternately into my mouth and suckled her nipples. She moaned and squirmed as I did so, throwing her head back in enjoyment, and stroking my neck. When I had cleaned away the last traces of wine, she reciprocated, pouring a few drops onto my semen-encrusted tool, then taking it into her mouth, returning the favor. I felt a renewed surge of desire as she sucked me, and I was quickly rigid again. I pulled her up, and kissed her full on the lips. 

Standing, we quickly threw the sofa cushions onto the living room floor. She laid on the cushions, spreading her legs and displaying a wicked, seductive smile. I immediately mounted her, pinning her legs back with my shoulders as I thrust into her. We kissed again, passionately, thrusting together. I lowered my head and again teased and suckled her nipples, continuing my assault on her loins. She for her part grasped my buttocks with her hands and pulled me deeper, thrusting against me at each stroke. Faster and faster we pistoned, gasping for breath in our efforts until finally, the tension peaked and we both exploded with thunderous orgasms.

I'm not sure how long we lay there, catching our breath and feeling the coolness of the room against our naked flesh. As I traced the outline of her face with my fingertip her eyes fluttered open and she smiled at me. "Why don't stay 'indoors' for our New Year's celebration this year?" she purred. No doubt about it, this was going to be a great weekend!



Christmas Present



It's Halloween and time for the Norris Halloween party. Bob Norris owns the company and hosts these shindigs to boost morale and have a pretty good time with pretax money.

James' Story

I'm James Evans and my wife is Mary Evans. She's the daughter of Bob Norris and that explains how I got in this company. Not at my current supervisor's position, that I earned with lots of unpaid overtime and ingenious problem solving. We're going to the party with my wife's sister Helen Miles. Her husband can't be there. He is now on parole in the next state, but can only come here at Christmas time so Helen works at the company and manages trips to our outlets in the next state.

We arrive at the party at 10:00 sharp. Management cannot be fashionably late here. Plus I have to hang the rest of the decorations and set up the bar. Mary is our designated driver, which allows Helen and me, to drink like fishes tonight. Mary goes upstairs to the president's washroom to change her costume. When she came back down she made one pistol of a change. All she has on are a veil over her breasts, and a thong to cover her bottom. Helen goes upstairs next and puts on the same costume. I'm telling you that the men here are all going be hard all night.

The girls announce that they want to mingle with the crowd and dance with several striking men. As I can't dance to save my life, I'm reduced to asking Mary to please come back to me at the end of the party. Mary says, "don't worry your pretty head about it. I may get excited, but I will only play with you."

While the girls are dancing, I take over the bar. This isn't the best of plans as I take a drink for every drink I hand out. Pretty soon I'm barely able to stand up let alone walk. Helen and one of the men from the warehouse help me into a room with a bed where I lie down. I start sweating and take my shirt and pants off. After all nobody else is likely to come in here. I fall asleep and have dreams of Mary. Suddenly Mary is shaking me awake. She is screaming at me, "How dare you fuck my sister? You bastard, I should cut your balls off. I damn well will divorce you. Just you wait. I'll never let you see the children again."

I protest, "I haven't fucked anybody. I was just sleeping my drunk off in here. I remember Helen and some guy from the warehouse putting me to bed in here, but I haven't fucked anybody." 

Mary doesn't believe me. Helen has left in a hurry. Robert Norris, Mary's father, comes over to calm things down but loses it himself, He screams at me, "You bastard, you're fired. Don't even come back for your last paycheck. I oughta have the police arrest you. Just start walking. And put your pants on."

I'm at a terrible loss to understand what happened here. I mean, I was happily married to beautiful woman I had two kids, Chloe and Nicholas. And now I have nothing. Maybe in the morning every thing will be straight again.

I walk down to the police station. I've always gotten along with our police. I contribute money and time anytime they ask. Sgt. Dougherty lets me sleep in an interrogation room.

I wake up in the morning and go to work. It's no dream. I'm fired. I go to my house; Mary greets me at the door and throws my clothes at me. She is screaming incoherently, but I understand all our joint accounts are closed to me and I better get out of town before she shoots me.

I put my clothes in a trash bag and try to figure out what I can do next. Without money and car, I can't even safely leave town. It's a fifty-mile walk to the next town and they certainly don't have any jobs there. I settle for working at a temporary employment agency. They have day work that pays you at the end of each day. After two days outdoors, I find a room with a shared bath. With all the ruckus at home I'm afraid to let anyone know that I'm still in town.

Friday night comes. I find one relief. The Liquor store has cheap Puerto Rican Rum, 180 proof. You have to buy it in half-gallon jugs but you can become unconscious with only an hour of drinking. That shuts down the pain centers. 

Nicholas has a birthday that this year occurs on the same day as Thanksgiving. I saved some money, not enough to buy a car and I should do something for my boy.

I buy him a Sony Play Station and try to figure out how I will get it to him. I know that in past years we went over to her parent's house for thanksgiving, but made a point of having Nicholas's birthday party in our house afterward. We had a cake and his presents on a table in the dining room. I was betting that Mary would not change that ritual.

I knew that if Mary was that mad at me, she would change the locks so my keys wouldn't work. But I knew where Mary liked to hide a secret spare set. If she hadn't moved it, I could get in the house that way. Well she had changed that location, but the basement window had not been fixed yet. I crawled through, went upstairs and opened the back door and brought my present in. I put it in the middle of Nicholas' pile. I stuck a card with my picture on it but upside down so Mary could not arbitrarily pull my present out without Nicholas noticing. It was warm in my old home but I didn't want to be caught here. I really didn't want to spend the next week at the police station as their guest.

I went back to my room. I paid the next weeks rent in cash, and settled back to my bottle.

Mary's Story

Hi I'm Mary. Thanksgiving evening we all came back to my house from my parents. I really needed to cheer up my kids somehow. My bastard cheating husband somehow had his hooks in them. The bastard had slept with my sister and actually denied doing it. The kids were crying and promising to behave if Daddy would just come back home. I was tempted to cancel Nicholas's party but my mother, Lois Norris, Told me that would be a rotten thing to do to a child, and I would pay for it in therapy later. We came in the dining room and turned the lights on. Nicholas got enthusiastic over his presents, which stopped his whine about his daddy. I started to hand him a wrapped sweater that I had gotten him, but he wanted the big box in the center. I gave him the big box and asked him to tell everybody who gave him the box. The card had no name that I could see so Nicholas turned the card over. Then Nicholas started screaming, "Daddy Daddy."

He tore open the box. There was a Sony Playstation inside and a note asking Nicholas to share with Chloe. Both of them started crying, "Daddy, Daddy."

I wanted to kill that man. I looked at my father. He wasn't angry at all. He shrugged and said; "At least he cares for his children."

I wish either James or Helen were here. I need to hit somebody. My mother actually suggested that James and I needed some counseling together. My father mentioned that Helen would be back in town for Christmas. She and I would be allowed to fight it out without violence on Christmas Eve. Goody, I just can't wait.

Helen's Story

Merry Christmas, its Helen. I get in town the morning of December 24. My husband, Jorge, and I come in my parent's house. As we unloaded my father says, "Have you and Jorge made up after your cheating with Jim?"

"What! I never cheated with Jim. Why in the world would you think that? 

Then I turned to my husband, "Jorge, my father thinks that I some how cheated with Jim."

"Honey, when would you have had time to cheat with Jim?"

"Daughter, don't you remember the Halloween party, when Jim was naked in the bedroom?"

"Mr. Norris, that was Helen and I. Jim just slept through all our action."

"Why didn't I see you there?"

"You know that that trip in your state was not legal for me. My presence had to be secret. Anyway why would you think that Jim had slept with Helen?"

"Because Mary saw."

Mary walked into the room; overheard the last part of the conversation and interjected, "I saw Helen coming out of that room, and when I went inside I found her thong."

Jorge looked at Mary sympathetically and said," I'm sorry but Helen didn't make it with Jim. She made it with me. Hey where's Jim anyway."

Mary began to cry. She told them, "I threw Jim out of the house."

Mary's father, Robert Norris, took immediate charge of this situation. He called up the company security manager, George Ross. 

"Hey George, I need you to find Jim today."

"Bob, we have no idea where he went when he left the company."

"Look," Dad said, "He was here Thanksgiving day for Nicholas's birthday. Use the Police. Use the Internet. Hell offer a reward. But find him before midnight and there is a bonus for all the security staff."

"Bob, you don't want to hurt him do you? I and the rest of the guys have always liked Jim."

"No. I want him returned to his family. You not likely to hear this again but I was wrong about Jim. I want my son back with his family by tonight and I don't care what it costs."

"We're on it."

Fearing too much damage had been done, "Now Mary, I don't want you to get any hopes up but."

Mary sobbed, "I accused him and he was telling me the truth. I cost my children their daddy. How could I have ever been so mistaken."

"Well big sister, You could have called me to complain. Did you really think that I would try and steal your husband? You know if you find him, he may not want to come home again."

"No!"

Jim's Story

While all this was going on, Jim was unloading trucks at the shopping mall. He picked up his cash at 6:30 and went to the Liquor store.

I was afraid to tempt my home security, and anyway I hadn't save enough for one present let alone the two that I needed for Chloe and Nicholas. I was feeling sorry for myself. I started drinking from the bottle just outside the Liquor store. Some little kids came by and stared at me. Just for a laugh. I lit a cigarette lighter and spray the mouth full of rum at a pile of snow. This made a flame like a dragons breath and melted the snow pile. The kids crowed around and I had to entertain them until their parents called them away from the fire-breathing bum. I had used about half my bottle so I turned to go back in the Liquor store for another bottle. 

I saw a young man trying to rob the store. I shouted, "I see you dummy. I bet you like it in jail." I ducked behind a column. The store's owner jumped behind his window and called the police. I saw the young man go to the barrier window. I slammed the entry door shut. We had him trapped. The police showed up in two more minutes.

The police had me fill out a report and require me to list my name and address. Since it was Sgt. Dougherty, I was okay with this. I could depend on him not to get me into trouble. The Liquor storeowner gave me two bottles and told me, "If you can stay sober I need a permanent helper here. I don't mind your getting drunk after work, if you need to."

I went home to my room I had two and a quarter bottles. I should manage being unconscious for the whole holiday. I start my sleeping drinks and soon am out of it.

The next morning, I feel strange. This is a real bed, not a single with a pad. Somehow I am clean and in pajamas. Suddenly two noisy kids come in the room. They scream, "Daddy, Daddy, It's Christmas morning help us open the presents. Then they pile into the bed and crawl all over me hugging and poking me. They say, "Daddy's real."

If this is a dream I don't want to wake up, but I wish there wasn't a hangover in the dream. Mary walks into the room and says, "They have really missed you. I missed you too. I was wrong, can you forgive me?"

I really need to be careful what I drink. This is a very strange vision. Mary's dad knocks on the bedroom door and tells me, "You can't go away like that again. We all need you. Now you should come down to breakfast. Your Job has missed you too and is waiting for you with back pay to prove it loves you."

This is a very strange dream. What the heck, I get up and go downstairs. This looks like my own home. It seems like my kids are holding my hands as we go downstairs. They lead me to the dining room. My kids seat me at the head of the table. Mary put a plate of big Belgian waffles in front of me. The waffles are even double buttered. My kids sit on either side of me. This is Christmas. I offer a prayer, "My God bless and keep all of us together. Amen."

Mary gets up. She is crying. She hugs me and tells me, "After breakfast you will need to shave."

We all eat whatever is in front of us. The kids don't want to wait any longer for their presents. We all go in the living room and pass out the presents from under the tree. As there are no presents from me under the tree, I apologize to my family, but they say, "Daddy's home is all the present we want."

Mary's father tells me, "I bet you wonder how you woke up here this morning."

"Yeah."

"George and the boys from security put out a request to find you. Sgt. Dougherty over at the police station finally told us where to find you when we promised that we wouldn't hurt you. By the way, what did you do at the Liquor Store? The manager of the store wants to hire you. Anyway we got in your room and carried you home. We cleaned you up as best we could and put you in your own bed."

"Why is Mary forgiving me know that I'm innocent but there's no way I can prove it."

"Helen came home and told us all that the only action occurred between Jorge and her. Yes, Mary is very apologetic right now, and so am I. We should have never doubted you."

"Hey, I almost doubted me. I only knew that I couldn't perform when I'm that drunk. I mean I'm no harder than a wet noodle then. But as long as I'm home everything is forgiven and forgotten."

"You're being much more gracious than anybody I know would be Jim."

"You don't realize how hard it is to live away from home. I'm so grateful to be back. I won't mess it up for any foolish whining. Do not worry about me."

Mary come in the room, "I told you needed to shave. Now march upstairs mister and get that beard off."

"Yes Dear."

Well I get shaved and cleaned up. This afternoon we have a dinner at Mary's parent house. I'm really hungry even though I ate everything in sight for breakfast.

When we get to Mary's parents, I head for the liquor cabinet. Mary gets in my way and tells me, "Jim, I'm scared of your drinking. I know that it was my fault for the actions I took, but if you were sober you wouldn't have been so vulnerable. Plus according to all your acquaintances you have been drinking yourself to sleep every nigh for almost two months. I almost lost you because of my idiocy. Please don't lose yourself in a bottle."

"All right, but you know that I get nervous at parties and depend on the alcohol to loosen me up and make me sociable."

"Jim, I will be by your side at any event. Sociable is something I can do in my sleep. Let me do that for you and you stay sober for your kids and me. We will do anything to keep you."

"I might just take you up on that later."

"Honey, that's a favor for me. I didn't realize how much I needed you to you were gone."

"I ate like a pig at dinner, All kinds of potatoes, sweet and mashed, ham and turkey, and all the desserts. I should be comatose from all this food, but I'm still hungry. We talk with Mary and Helen's parents. We talk with Jorge and Helen. The latter explain to me what really happened. How Jorge sneaked in and had Helen in the room while I snored away. Helen apologized for leaving her thong on the floor.

Mary, the kids, and I went back to our home. The kids spent some time playing with their new toys. The novelty of having Daddy home was fading at last. We put the kids to bed about 10:30. Then Mary and I are alone

Mary gets up and speaks, "Could we save water and shower together please?"

Mary has us brush our teeth and use mouthwash before the shower. She says bad breath is a mood killer. The shower feels hot. Mary turns it cold for a second. Hell this is real. I pull Mary next to me. I don't even get to ask. Mary asks, "I've been waiting too long. I hope you're ready because I need you now."

I'm so hard; I could use my cock for a chisel. I push it in and Mary is already wet. She's crying. I ask, "if I'm hurting you I will stop now."

"No, No, I'm crying for joy. You have forgiven me for what I did to you. You're so much more than I deserve. Now take me and take me. I so want to make up for all I have missed with you."

We do it standing in shower; we dry off and go in our bedroom. I'm hard again so we do one for the reindeer and another for Santa. This is a good Christmas after all.



Christmas Present



It had been a long day at school, studying for finals, winter weather was nowhere to be found, of course this is Texas, so a halter top and skirt is completely acceptable in December. I pulled up to my friends' brother's house, where it is actually quiet enough to study. I went in and laid my books down on the couch, sat down, lit a cigarette and got to work. I was soon in the zone reading about revolutionary writers and public speakers. 

When I looked up three hours had passed and it was 9 o'clock at night. I looked up because I heard a door open. Walking toward me was the hottest thug you have ever seen, six foot five inches, braids, and a grill that must cost twenty stacks. He was throwd out in Jordan, all matching down to his boxers and socks. Very smart assy Jack asked,

"How's the studyin' goin baby girl?" 

"Oh it's better than any sex I've ever had," I said sticking my tongue at him. 

"you've been fuckin those white boys again haven't you?" 

"No you know I went black and I aint ever going back, actually I'm about to fall asleep." 

I got up, which was very hard in a mini skirt, and my legs were asleep, I stumbled and caught myself on him. 

"Sorry, I've been on my ass to long," he smiled and smacked my ass, 

"damnit Jack that hurt." 

"Just trying to wake yo ass up." 

I walked over to the fridge and got a bottle of water, and sat on Jack because he took my seat, 

"girl what the hell is you doing?!" 

"Getting my seat back!" 

"I don't see your name on it, plus it's my fuckin couch!" 

"Fine, then!" 

I got up and put R. Kelley's bump-n-grind on, and stood in front of him. 

"Now what are you doing?" 

"Just playing around, seeing if anything will pop up." 

"Well let's put something up first." 

Jack handed me a sandwich baggy full of a white substance. 

"it may be 80 degrees out side but you can still play in the snow." 

I grabbed a straw and razor blade, and cut off a rock the size of a pen cap. 

"baby girl you know you can't make a snowman out of one snow ball." 

So I cut a chunk about the size of a quarter off and handed him the bag. I used a beer cap to crush it into a fine powder, then I took the razor blade and cut four scarface rails, I put the straw to my nose and inhaled deeply bringing the powder to my nose feeling it hit my throat and draining down, I did a second rail on the other side, saving the other two for later. 

"I love playing in the snow, it makes me soo horny." 

I walked over to Jack and danced in front of him, swaying my ass in front of him, and lowering it into his lap and gave him one hell of a lap dance. Jack put his hands on my waist and lifted me up, so I could stand. 

"you got a ass that belongs on a black bitch, huge tits, and a tight Asian pussy, all wrapped up in one fine ass white girl." 

I walked up to him and straddled him and ground my pussy into his pants, I let my skirt ride up, exposing my cleanly shaven cunt. 

"So Jack, what do you want for Christmas?" 

"dunno." 

"seriously, it is so hard to shop for you and your brother, ya'll have everything." 

"I want some pussy, but it has to be fresh, something I've never had before." 

"Well, let me see..." 

I grabbed one of his hands and forced him to grope my pussy. "who haven't you fucked?" 

"Well, there is this one white freak that teases me way to much, but never lets me have it, I want her pussy." 

He lifted me off of him and laid me on the couch, and gently worked two fingers into me. 

"I have absolutely no clue who you are talking about, but if you keep doing that it might help me think." 

Jack started finger fucking me harder and faster, making my pussy soaking wet, my breath coming fast.

"I still don't know who you're talking about snowman," 

"I'll give you a clue, she's about to cum." 

With that last word my pussy convulsed and pussy juice flowed over his hand. He took his hand and laughed. 

"Care for one last guess?" 

"I don't have to guess, you've already taken the bow off of your present." 

I stood up and knelt down in front of him. I pulled off his many layers of shorts, which exposed his massive chocolate stick. I wrapped what I could of my hand around him, and brought my mouth to his head, and licked it, using my tongue ring for more pressure, followed by working his entire head into my mouth. Inch by inch I worked his cock deep into my throat. When my throat convulsed around the intruder, trying to force it out, Jack gave a deep moan that was more like a growl. 

"You can't do that much longer, I won't last." 

I came up for air.

"you might not last, but while you're recovering you can return the favor." 

I went back down, taking every last inch of his ten inches in my throat. If I'm relaxed I can breathe and stay down for a long time, I slipped my tongue out of my mouth and licked his sac, working his cum filled balls into my mouth, and for an added touch I started humming bump-n-grind, I felt his balls tighten, and let them slip out of my mouth, and unsheathed his member from my throat. At that point he stood up and started Jacking off in my mouth, within a few seconds I was getting a mouthful of nut. I did nothing but catch the sweet and salty go in my mouth and swallow, and lick every drop off of him. 

I stood up and sat back down in my seat, hanging my pussy over the edge. This time he got on his knees. Jack slid his tongue up and down my slit, and with one hand opened my lips exposing my soaking wet pink pussy and swollen clit. He licked my clit quickly once, then ran over it again more slowly, using all the pressure he could. As he slid two fingers into my cunt, he sucked on my clit. His fingers pulsed in and out of me with great speed. My breath came in short spurts, 

"damn nigga, fuck your dick I'll stick with your tongue." 

He nibbled on my clit and rammed his fingers into me causing me to shake with an orgasm that I cannot even begin to describe. 

"Oohh, Jack! Fuck me nigga fuck me hard, drink my honey." 

After I stopped shaking, he removed his fingers from me, and stood up. I waited a few seconds to make sure I could stand, and walked to the counter, did my other two rails, while they were draining in hot lines, making my throat go numb, I smoked a cigarette, and took a drink of water. After I finished smoking, I went and sat down.

"ready for the other half of your present?" 

I looked down and stretching the material of his shorts was his rock hard cock. 

"No baby girl the question is are you ready?" 

I stood in front of him, took off my skirt, and shirt, followed by my bra. I got as close to him as I could, pushed his shorts down, and squatted, and sucked his dick until it was coated with my saliva. As I stood up I put my arms around his neck, he lifted me up by the back of my thighs and walked to a wall, he pushed me against the wall and slowly lowered me onto his cock. He worked his head in gently, then with tremendous force, thrusted the rest of his prick into me. I made a loud noise, somewhere between a scream and a moan. He started driving his cock in and out of me, causing me to moan constantly. 

His pace slowed, still sheathed, he carried me to the couch, and laid me across it. With very careful movements he knelt down, lifted my legs around his neck, and violently fucked me as hard and as fast as he could. He slowed down, removed my legs from his neck, and held them with his arms, and pulled out, waited a few seconds and rammed his rod back into me causing me to scream in pleasure. He pulled out completely, and guided me to stand up and lean across the back of the couch. He dick slapped my clit, making me jump each time, and then slowly guided his pole back into my twat. Jack drilled my pussy making loud meaty noises as he collided with my ass. From that angle he was hitting my g-spot, and to make it so much better, he reached between my legs and manipulated my clit. Within two minutes I was shaking again, he started to slow down. 

"no don't slow down, I'm gonna cum again, goddamnit don't stop." 

With this plea he pumped and rubbed more fiercely. With loud scroams (screaming& moaning) my pussy tightened around his shaft, making him blow a huge load of hot cum in my pussy. After I milked him dry, I stood up, a combination of my juice and his seed spilled out of me down my leg. 

I grabbed my clothes and went to the bathroom. I wiped off what I could, went back out, still completely nude, and smoked a cigarette. I told Jack, 

"I'm gonna take a shower." 

"Towels are under the sink." 

I started running the water, getting it as hot as I could stand, climbed in and started washing my body. The curtain opened up, 

"mind if I join you?" 

"It's your shower." 

I moved over so he could get in. 

"So baby girl, what do you want for Christmas?"



Christmas Present



Gavin did not know whether he was in Heaven or Hell. How did he let himself be talked into this anyway? Once again he threw a surreptitious glance at the man driving the 4x4. The young, athletic, gorgeous man.

Poitr was of Polish extraction and named after his grandfather. He was slender and blond with electrifying blue eyes. At least Gavin always experienced a thrill when those eyes focused on him. Somehow Poitr managed to make Gavin feel he was the focus of the blond's world when they spoke -- which was nowhere near often enough. He gave himself a cursory glance in the passenger mirror. His hair was dark enough to be classed as brunette and his eyes a warm hazel. He was marginally taller and broader then Poitr, but was willing to bet the younger man was more powerful.

Gavin had only recently become a part of Poitr's circle. They shared a mutual friend and she had insisted Gavin start coming out with them. The group were pleasant enough and had a mix of work and leisure in common that let conversation flow easily. Gavin had been captivated by the blond from the moment he had seen him. 

That was Heaven. 

Then he had been warned off by one of the other girls in the group that Poitr was not only straight, but likely to announce they were an item. The warning had been three weeks ago and the announcement still to be made. However, Poitr and Marion regularly turned up together and there did seem to be 'something' between them. 

That was Hell.

He was here because of Tiffany, their mutual friend. She was as bright and beautiful as the diamonds in the shop with which she shared her name and few could resist or refuse her. Poitr and himself included. The blond had wanted to take a short skiing trip just before Christmas. However, the penalties for being alone in the cabin were so great as to be off putting. That was when Tiffany solved the problem with a wave of her hand.

"But, Poitr, there's no problem here." Gavin could hear her voice as clear as day in his mind. "Gavin skis and he was talking about wanting to take a couple of days' holiday around that time. You'd jump at the chance of some skiing, wouldn't you, Gavin?"

"Well, yes." Gavin had tried to hedge ... hadn't he? But the look in those Baltic blue eyes that had gone from misery to hope had been irresistible. He was just so screwed. He was close enough to the object of his recent fantasies that he could touch the muscled thigh under the canvass pants. But Poitr was not available. How was he going to manage this?

"Everything ok, Gavin?" 

The words snapped the brunette from his reverie and he focused on the younger blond.

"Fine," he lied. He gave a genuine smile. "I'm not the best passenger. I like driving rather than being driven."

"We can swap if you like?" Poitr offered. "It's a straight road now for the next couple of hours. Then I can do the more fiddly bits on the side roads. I wouldn't mind a break, so don't feel you're treading on my toes."

Gavin gave a mental sigh. If he had his way, those toes would be in his mouth being sucked ... slowly ... to moans of appreciation. 'No. Stop. Danger,' he mentally admonished himself.

"That would be great, thanks," he said, pushing the erotic thoughts away. At least if he was keeping his mind on the road it could not misbehave and have him embarrass himself ... and Tiffany ... and lose the friendship of the blond. Despite which, Gavin found himself staring avariciously at the pert ass that was displayed as Poitr exited the car. He sighed. It was going to be a long few days.

****

Gavin gazed appreciatively around the log cabin. There was a huge fireplace in which a fire roared welcomingly. The mantle had a couple of snowflake-fronted glass candle holders casting a warm glow and a small artificial tree had twinkling white lights. On the table in the kitchen was a basket with bread, assorted mini boxes of cereal and some eggs. Checking the fridge, Gavin found butter, bacon, milk and a six-pack of beer. As well as a bottle of chilled champagne

"This is awesome," he enthused. He turned smiling at Poitr. For a second, the younger man's smile seemed wistful and then he was all business.

"Ok, the bedrooms are upstairs," he said, waving his hand at the wooden steps. "So is the bathroom. You'll like this, though." He led Gavin upstairs into another room. It held a hot tub big enough for two. "You said you hadn't skied for a while. Relaxing in the hot tub should sort out any aches from the day. Isn't it cool?"

"Oh yeah," Gavin replied. 'Oh no,' echoed in his mind. There was no way he could safely sit near Poitr if the blond was naked. He would never be able to get his body to behave. He stared at the innocuous tub. He was sure it was mocking him. Already a certain part of his body was trying to signal its approval. 

"Let's get things stowed, then we can have a beer and relax a bit before hitting the sack," Poitr said brightly.

Gavin was as impressed with the bedroom as he had been with the rest of the cabin. The bed was Queen-sized, which meant space to stretch. The pillows were soft and clothed in cream cases and a thick duvet in forest green covered the bed. Extra pillows and throws were stored in the closet. Gavin stroked the soft, green throw folded at the bottom of his bed. As warm as he knew he would be in here, he wished he was going to be heated in a whole different way.

He stowed his clothes away, changing into soft light-grey sweat pants and a clean black polo shirt. He smiled wryly at himself. He had chosen clothes he thought he looked good in. 'Not as though it will have an impact on Poitr,' his mind added.

Back in the living room, the blond was stretched out on the floor, back against the warm-brown jacquard settee. Cushions had been liberally strewn on the floor in front of the couch and the single armchair. Gavin almost drooled. Poitr had exchanged jeans for sweat shorts and the brunette could swear he could see the outline of the younger man's quiescent sex. The long legs were lightly dusted with blond fur at the calves, but the rest of Poitr's skin was golden and smooth. He wore a matching tank top that showed a tight abdomen where it had ridden up and Poitr's toned arms.

"Grab a pew," Poitr laughed, waving his hand at the cushions.

"Cool," Gavin smiled. He opted to sit in front of the armchair. Less temptation and he would be able to enjoy the sight of the relaxed, beautiful blond. He gave a companionable grin as he accepted a beer. "Did you order champagne?" he asked as he settled himself comfortably.

"Well, sorta," Poitr confessed. "I know you like dry white wine and thought you might appreciate something a bit classier than beer. They must have misunderstood my request," he muttered, eyes fixed on the fire.

Gavin nodded. For a moment he had worried that Poitr was going to casually mention he was bringing company back to the cabin.

"That was a really nice gesture, man," he said, genuinely touched that Poitr had given thought to his likes and dislikes. "We can save it for our last night here."

"Cool," the blond nodded, then took a long drink of his beer.

The two men chatted amiably. They were both tired from the day's travel and the talk was just light, nothing that could prompt a more meaty debate. For all that had gone on in his mind, Gavin could not help but admire the beauty of his companion. The light from the flames made Poitr's skin look tanned and shadows chased each other over the expanse of his legs. Gavin could picture his hands, his mouth, following them. The younger man's hair had taken on an amber sheen and he almost looked devilish as he favoured Gavin with another easy, wide smile.

"I'm sorry, mate," Poitr said, covering his mouth as he yawned. "Need to turn in. Stay up if you want, not that there's anything but the fire to keep you company."

"That's ok," Gavin said, standing and stretching. "I could probably do with getting an early night myself. I don't want to make a fool of myself tomorrow."

"There'll be no problem," Poitr assured, as they headed for the stairs. "Just like riding a bike. Once you have your skis on and start to move, everything will come back."

They reached the bottom stair simultaneously. For a moment, Gavin had the notion that Poitr was eying his lips. The unexpected thought had his blood rushing south and he stepped quickly past the blond before his erection could be noticed.

"See you in the morning," he shouted, not daring to turn and barrelled into his room. In his haste he failed to see the hurt look from the younger man.

Gavin stripped quickly. He went to his wash bag and pulled out a fresh tube of lube. Although he had no current boyfriend, and was not promiscuous, lube and condoms were staples in his toiletries. He took a towel, a small packet of baby wipes and the lube and lay on the bed, his supplies at his side. Opening the tube, he squeezed the cool gel onto his fingers. His erection was red, hard and glistened wetly. He reached between his legs and teased his sac. He could feel how high and hard his balls were. He took a deep breath and relaxed a little. He wanted to enjoy his fantasy.

He pictured Poitr, back in front of the fire, this time the blond was naked. He was lying on his back, the firelight playing over his smooth-skinned body. At the image, Gavin fought back a low moan. He began to stroke himself slowly, evenly, a slight twist of his wrist as his hand reached the head of his arousal. His right hand travelled back to his sac and then stroked his perineum. He then rolled his balls carefully, wanting to play out the scene in his mind. He pictured Poitr rolling onto his hands and knees, looking over his shoulder, the arctic eyes ablaze with desire. The lush lips moved and the message was clear -- 'Take me'. 

As Gavin pictured himself making love, his hips began to thrust hard into the tunnel of his hand. He pinched at his nipples, the dark nubs hidden in his chest hair. He could feel heat and need building as his hand flew over ever more sensitized flesh. Muting his cry of completion, his semen jetted in three thick pulses over his hand and lightly furred abdomen. He slowed his movements, as small aftershocks rippled through his body, and milked every last drop of his come. He panted softly in the afterglow as he lay drained. A leaden hand reached desultorily for the wipes and he cleansed himself. Dropping the wipe into the waste bin and the towel onto the floor, Gavin closed his eyes and was asleep in seconds.

****

The next morning they pored over the maps of the pistes on which they would ski. In deference to Gavin, they would try nothing more arduous than medium level and then after letting the older man find his feet on an easy slope or two.

Gavin was delighted to find, as Poitr had predicted, once he was using skis again it all became relatively easy. Even the medium slopes proved little obstacle. They enjoyed lunch at the mountainside restaurant and Poitr ordered additional food supplies to be delivered to the cabin. It was one of the best days of Gavin's life

Back at the cabin, things went rapidly downhill.

"Let's loosen up muscles by soaking in the hot tub," Poitr said, bubbling with enthusiasm.

"Ah ... I didn't bring anything to wear in a tub," Gavin demurred. He would never be able to hide his arousal if he were that close to the younger man.

"No sweat, man." Poitr grinned wolfishly. "I realised as I was finishing packing yesterday I hadn't mentioned the tub. So I packed extra swim briefs. I'm sure we're close enough to the same size. I'll get them and get the tub started." The blond was already bounding up the stairs before Gavin could object.

Gavin stared at the almost indecently revealing 'Speedos'. He would be worse than naked in these. They clung tenaciously to every millimetre of his skin, outlining his half-hard cock. 'I might as well be wearing a signpost,' he thought morosely. He heard Poitr head into his bedroom and scampered rapidly to the tub. If he put up too much of a protest it would be suspicious. He was grateful that the bubbling water made it impossible to see below the surface. As Poitr came back into the room, the older man's mouth went dry.

Poitr was ... dressed, if that word could be said to apply, in the smallest pair of briefs Gavin was certain he had ever seen. He did not know how Poitr had managed to fit everything that bulged so enticingly inside the clingy material. He shut his eyes quickly and dug his nails into his palms to deflect his thoughts and deflate his cheering cock.

"You ok, man?"

Gavin heard the words and the concern behind them, but kept his eyes firmly shut.

"Yeah, just got a problem with a headache," he said aloud. 'A problem with a hard-on,' his mind corrected. "If it's ok with you, I'll just sit here quietly."

"Um, sure, man. Whatever you need," Poitr said softly.

Gavin was sure time had stood still. The room was quiet except for the sound of the tub. He was actually starting to drift off to sleep when a splashing sound startled him. He stared, open-mouthed, at the sight of Poitr's taut ass, the briefs almost transparent, as the blond got out of the tub.

"I'll make something light to eat. If you're up to it that is."

"That would be appreciated, thank you," Gavin said. 'I'm up for it, I'm up for it,' his mind and other, less vocal but no less demanding, parts screamed. He sighed as Poitr left the room. He would have to find a way to avoid the tub tomorrow. He was not convinced his headache ploy had been believed. He hated deceiving Poitr, but what was the option? 'Hey, buddy, I know you're straight and seeing a mutual friend, but I'm gay and I want you'. He shook his head. Next time Tiffany came up with a 'great idea' to solve a problem he was off and running.

****

"I told you that you weren't up to this. You said you weren't well," Poitr's voice was angry as well as concerned as Gavin was helped, limping, into the cabin.

Gavin considered it divine retribution. He thought he had been so clever. That morning he had claimed his throat was a little sore and that he might be coming down with a cold. He had insisted it would not interfere with skiing. It was his excuse for keeping out of the hot tub.

The two men had gone to the piste, starting again with a couple of easy runs. Gavin had then insisted they do a more difficult run. It had not been the fault of the run, or his non-existent cold that he had fallen. It had been the sight of Poitr's lycra-clad ass swaying before him that had Gavin tumbling arse-over-apex to land with a twisted ankle and sore shoulder.

Poitr had been at his side in seconds. A mix of anger and worry colouring all the blond said and did.

"I'm fine," Gavin insisted. He felt ashamed and embarrassed. He just wanted to crawl into bed and hide there. But his 'nurse' would have none of it.

"You are going to get undressed while I get the tub going. You are going to soak for a while, then I'm putting ice on your ankle. Don't even think of trying to argue with me," Poitr growled as Gavin tried to object.

In his room Gavin undressed gingerly. He was lucky he had not broken any bones. He deserved Poitr's anger. He finally pulled on the swim briefs. He really hoped that the pain and embarrassment would ensure his libido would behave. He wobbled to his door, only to be met by Poitr and a glacial stare.

"I said I'd help you," he growled.

Gavin did not resist as one arm was hauled across Poitr's broad shoulders. He should, however, have known his body would not care he had taken a tumble on a mountain when so close to the younger man. Poitr's scent, his warmth, his proximity, all conspired to have Gavin hardening with not a thing he could do about it or to hide it. It was only as Poitr began to manoeuvre him to get him into the tub that the blond became aware of the straining flesh that the tiny briefs struggled to contain.

"Poitr, look, I'm sorry ..." Gavin began. He was so wrapped up in his concern he had not destroyed a friendship that it took a moment for Poitr's words and actions to sink in.

"Is that for me? Is that because of me? Do you want me, Gavin?"

Poitr was not pulling away, oh God he was not. A knowing hand was squeezing and rubbing his erection. Gavin was sure he was making a sound suspiciously like purring as his hips decided they did not need his brain's permission to react to the gentle stimulation.

"Poitr." Was that his voice? When had he ever sounded like he was begging when saying a lover's name? Gavin decided he liked saying the blond's name that way and said it again. He was immeasurably glad he did as his reward was smooth, warm lips moving over his. Then a tongue licked in an unspoken request and, as Gavin happily acquiesced,it swept inside. He felt it everywhere. He was certain not a millimetre of his mouth had been missed by the agile muscle.

"Let's get you in the tub, lover," Poitr said, his voice an octave lower and with a sinful rasp that had Gavin all but whimpering.

Poitr ensured Gavin was comfortable in the pool before moving away. Gavin looked worriedly, then avariciously. Slowly, the blond peeled off the clothes he wore. Gavin had hitherto been certain a man could not come by simply watching his lover strip, but the way his cock pulsed, that certainty was under question. As Poitr stood gloriously naked, Gavin wriggled out his own swim briefs, tossing them carelessly aside to a soft laugh.

"Eager little thing aren't you?" Poitr said, with a gentle laugh in his voice.

As Poitr finally entered the water, Gavin reached for him immediately. To his surprise, he was lifted to sit astride Poitr's strong thighs, his couple of inches in height no bar to the blond. Then Gavin's mouth was plundered again. He did whimper this time. As his mouth was thoroughly ravished, Poitr's hand began to stroke his aching erection, slowly and steadily.

"What do you want, lover?" Poitr purred. "Me in you? You in me? Oh, I think little Gavin liked that idea."

Gavin felt his cock surge at the thought of being buried in Poitr. He gasped and writhed as a single finger traced his stretched opening, Poitr's legs spreading to force his wider still.

"Poitr," he husked. Gavin seemed incapable of making himself say anything other than the blond's name and each time it sounded like a plea.

"I think we need to take the edge off a little, lover," Poitr whispered hotly. 

Gavin heard the wail and dimly realised he made that sound, but he was beyond caring. The finger tracing his anus had slipped inside to the first knuckle and Poitr had then pulled hard, flicking his thumb over the engorged head of Gavin's cock and all he could do was shake and convulse through his orgasm.

"Stroke me, Gavin," Poitr's voice was tight and thick. Despite his orgasmic high, Gavin wanted to touch, wanted to give Poitr pleasure and wrapped his hand around his lover's impressive dick. The touch was all the blond needed. Gavin felt ridiculously pleased with himself that he had managed to make Poitr come. Then they both sat, panting in the aftermath.

Gavin nuzzled contentedly at Poitr's throat as they recovered. After a few moments Poitr reluctantly moved away.

"We need to move, lover," he said huskily. "I don't want an important part of you to shrivel from being in the water too long. I need it as impressive as it was in my hand. I want to feel every inch of you inside me."

Gavin groaned at the image of being buried in tight heat. He moved slowly as they made their way to Poitr's bedroom. He hummed contentedly as strong hands dried his body and definitely purred when they teased his sated sex. He stretched out on his side on the bed and held out his arms, letting Poitr meld to him. He allowed the blond to roll him onto his back and then sighed his pleasure as the younger man kissed his way down his body. He spread his legs invitingly as Poitr moved lower, and gasped as a saliva slick finger probed between his cheeks.




Christmas Present



"It's ok, lover," Poitr crooned softly. "I prefer to bottom, taking my lover into my body. I love uniting so intimately with the other person. But I promise to make this good for you."

Gavin could not stop the guttural groan as Poitr's finger caressed his sweet spot. He had occasionally bottomed, but it was rare. He preferred topping, but Poitr was making him feel good. Too good. The insistent sucking at his resurgent erection and the fingers thrusting inside him were driving him to the edge of the precipice. He did not care if his ankle hurt. He wanted Poitr. He wanted the blond writhing beneath him, screaming his name, begging him for more. 

Suddenly Poitr's fingers and mouth were gone, leaving him bereft. He gave a cry of denial, which became a wanton moan of desire. He had not noticed the blond prepare himself, but the lithe body was now straddling his and Poitr's lubed hand was slicking up Gavin's latex-covered, eager cock. Slowly, carefully, Gavin watched and groaned appreciatively as Poitr slid down onto his erect flesh until he was fully impaled.

Once again Gavin did not know whether he was in Heaven or Hell. His shaft was buried in the tightest, hottest place he had ever known and Poitr was grinning down at him with a devilish smile, but the feeling was unearthly, sublime, paradise. His dick was throbbing in appreciation at the rippling channel that enveloped it.

"Poitr," he moaned, his hands reaching to steady the sender hips as the blond slowly undulated then lifted and lowered slightly. As Gavin watched in awe, the beautiful blond began to squirm seeking just the right spot.

"God, you're magnificent," Poitr husked. "You fit perfectly. Just like I dreamt you would. Oh that's good," he added as Gavin's hips decided to play, snapping upwards to bury the brunette a little deeper.

Gavin was stunned. This ethereal beauty had fantasised about him? Poitr's moaning and obvious enjoyment of the flesh buried within him, threatened to take Gavin's breath away.

"You feel like heaven," he offered in return. He smiled at the flush that stole across high cheekbones. "You must hear compliments all the time," he groaned as Poitr shifted and gave a cry of pleasure. Gavin knew he had found the blond's prostate and his hips began to arch, trying to push himself impossibly deeper.

"Some have seen me as though I'm a trophy, a conquest," Poitr panted. "Some weren't interested past getting me to spread my legs. There was no need to compliment me then." 

Gavin moaned as Poitr's anus tightened and released in concert with the sinuous movements of the blond's hips. He no longer felt his ankle hurt. He wanted to love this special man. He hoped to show with his actions what he knew, at least for now, he could not say.

He moved rapidly, making Poitr gasp with surprise, covering the blond's body with his own, spreading the smooth legs wide as he began to thrust till the pleasured cry told him his angle was true. He hammered at Poitr's prostate as the blond writhed, strong hands clutching at his shoulders first, then digging into his ass cheeks, trying to pull him deeper.

"Yeah, good ... Deeper...Harder ... More, please, Gavin." 

Poitr was not monosyllabic, but Gavin was happy enough that the younger man was clearly enjoying the lovemaking. He made sure his body ground against the blond's erection and he bit down at the bared throat and instinctively sucked.

"Oh, yeah, more, more," Poitr sounded like he was begging and Gavin revelled in the sound. His hips increased their pace and he burrowed his hand to encircle Poitr's shaft. As he did it erupted, pulsing wetly as Poitr gave a low, guttural groan of Gavin's name. Gavin's weight pinned the blond beneath him as he threw back his head with a primal bellow; the brutal contractions around his own eager cock finally sending him over the edge.

Gavin gave a last effortful move and flipped their almost comatose bodies. Still buried in Poitr's body, and enjoying the small aftershocks that sent ripples along the length of his sated sex, he tucked the blond's head under his chin, kissing him gently. 

"Love you," he murmured, speaking from the heart. He felt Poitr stiffen, but before he could regret saying the words aloud so soon, the blond seemed to melt even closer against him.

"Dreamt of hearing you say those words," came muffled against his chest. Gavin felt the kiss pressed over his breast. "Love you, Gavin."

Contented, Gavin closed his eyes, holding tight to his new lover.

****

Gavin grinned around his mouthful at the soft groan of pleasure that escaped Poitr as the blond slowly awakened. Drowsy blue eyes focused on him as he contentedly sucked on Poitr's big toe. He nibbled at the others before, giving the younger man the sultriest look he could, Gavin went down on the digit. Very quickly Poitr was moaning and writhing as Gavin sucked hard on both toes, occasionally nipping at the heel or the arch as he bent the long legs up and out. He shoved a finger in his mouth alongside Poitr's flesh and then pushed it inside his lover's displayed entrance. Gavin relished the scream and watched, inordinately pleased, as Poitr's crème adorned his toned stomach. As the blond finally subsided into a sated puddle, Gavin bent over the boneless form and desultorily lapped at all his lover had offered as tribute to his skills in lovemaking.

"That was incredible," Poitr husked, as he lay spent. The sated sapphire eyes locked with Gavin's satisfied sienna orbs.

"We're not finished yet, "Gavin promised.

He rolled Poitr onto his stomach and kissed his way up from the soles of the feet he had assiduously, orally adored. When he reached the backs of Poitr's knees, he paused to nibble and grinned at the way Poitr wriggled erotically. When he reached the creamy globes, Gavin stared, licking his lips. He kissed each in turn before running his tongue over the downy cheeks, Poitr's low moan an added incentive. He spread the long limbs, tucking a pillow under the slim hips and checking Poitr was comfortable. He knelt between them, his hand stroking at the blond's lower back, buttocks and sac. Now he was ready.

Placing a hand on each cheek, Gavin pulled them apart. His tongue slid across the furled aperture and he relished the groan from the blond. Then he bet to his task. He licked over and over, before plunging his tongue deep inside Poitr to a wail of his name. His face was pressed hard against the soft skin, tongue sliding in heated satiny depths. Releasing one cheek as his tongue continued its loving assault, Gavin began to fondle Poitr's almost hairless sac. He rolled the precious orbs, together and apart as he thrust his tongue repeatedly inside the blond's tight passage.

"Now, Gavin please, now. Want you in me now," Poitr groaned.

Gavin moved to obey, sliding on a condom and slicking it with lube before lining up his slick cockhead pressing inexorably against the blond's loosened anus, which opened to let him inside. He pulled Poitr up and against him, melding his chest to warm skin feeling his shaft enveloped in the blond's hot, grasping ass. As strong as the younger man was, it was Gavin's strength that supported them at that moment. He buried himself in tight heat, rubbing over Poitr's hidden jewel till the blond was mindlessly moaning before wrapping his hand around the rock-hard rod jutting red and proud from its blond nest. Gavin heard the wail of his name as wet heat coated his hand and the tight ass began to squeeze him arhythmically. It was all he needed. With a bellow of Poitr's name he flooded the latex sheath.

As the men came down from their shared high, they nestled comfortably together, Gavin quickly disposing of the condom to cradle Poitr to his chest.

"I'm glad we finally got it together."

Gavin smiled at the blond's confession.

"Me too," he said. "I'd wanted you for so long, but Marion said you were straight."

"What?"

Gavin almost laughed at the comically, outraged expression on Poitr's face. 

"She told me you were straight. When we get home I'm going to shake her till her teeth rattle. All that time, wasted."

"It was good timing about the skiing," Gavin offered, nipping softly at a bare shoulder. He just could not get enough of Poitr. Already his sex was beginning to show interest as it rubbed against the blond's taut cheeks.

"Well ... Tiffany said that if I could get you up here, I might get an unexpected present," Poitr confessed. "I was honestly thinking she was wrong. You seemed oblivious to all I tried; romantic lighting, the hot tub, even putting my ass blatantly on display."

"Gavin laughed, hugging the lithe body tight.

"Oh you succeeded. I thought I would die of blue balls before this holiday was over."

They laughed together and then Poitr was leaving the sanctity of Gavin's arms, much to the brunette's disappointment. He gave an unashamed pout, which only made Poitr laugh out loud. 

"Don't worry, lover. I'll be right back. I just remembered something Tiffany gave me and now seems the right time to open it.

Gavin opened his arms to welcome the slender blond back into bed and looked with some confusion at the cream envelope.

"That it?" he asked. He manoeuvred Poitr to be comfortable as the envelope was opened. He had to laugh at the hand-made card it contained. Two cartoon reindeer, lips pursed, stood beneath mistletoe; one had Poitr on its collar, the other Gavin. Inside, in Tiffany's distinctive scrawl was written;

'Merry Christmas, boys. I hope you didn't need to open this before buying a clue. You were so obviously made for each other, so you are each my present to the other. I hope you enjoy. Tiffany.'

Gavin grinned widely. 

"I think I want to play with my present again," he said, reaching for Poitr's half-hard sex. "And again and again and I want it for all my Christmases yet to come." 

A soft murmur of acquiescence greeted his words. As there seemed he would have no argument from the blond, he pressed the lissom body against the mattress and the card fluttered to the floor as he began to kiss his lover senseless.

Gavin finally decided, he was in Heaven after all.



Christmas Present



Vinod, my husband of 16 years, has always had a fantasy about sharing me with another man. I have to admit that since, until recently, he was the only man I'd have ever had; the idea turned me on as well. We had numerous sexual sessions during which we fantasized that four hands were caressing my body, or that another tongue was licking my pussy. All I had to do while he was fucking me was to whisper in his ear that I was sucking on another man's cock, and it would be enough to finish him off.

The problem is that every time we spoke about actually going through with it, we both got a little nervous and decided it was just a fantasy.

Last Christmas Vinod booked us a romantic winter weekend at a luxury hotel in Panchgani. We left our children with mys. When we checked in and gone up to our beautiful room, he said he had forgotten his cell phone in the car, and asked me to go down with him to get it. As we waited for the valet to get the phone, he suggested that I walk around the shops in the hotel and meet him in twenty minutes. I was a little puzzled, but it was obvious that he had some sort of plan, so I did as he asked. When I met him back in the lobby, he handed me an envelope and told me to take it up to the room and read it. I gave him a suspicious look, but played along.

I opened the envelope in the elevator. Inside was a piece of beautiful bond paper with a message neatly typed. It read:

  "Welcome to the beginning of your dream weekend. The next four hours, I hope, will excite and thrill you beyond your wildest dreams. There will be a series of numbered packages inside the hotel room. Each of them will contain directions that are to be followed explicitly. Do not open anything without being directed to do so. When you are ready, open Number One and follow the directions inside."

I cautiously entered the room and saw a series of small numbered packages on the bed. I opened the first one. It contained some bath salts, and another message which read:

   "Take the enclosed bath salts, and your toiletries and makeup, and your wristwatch, into the bathroom. Make sure that one of the hotel bathrobes is inside the bathroom. Draw a hot bath and add the bath salts. When the bath is running, and you have completely disrobed, open Number Two."

The bath salts were my favourite fragrance. I started the bath and opened the second package. Inside was an aromatic candle and another note.

    "By now the bath is running with the wonderful smell of your favourite fragrance in the air. Light this candle to help set the mood in the bathroom. Also, place your wristwatch nearby, and then open Number Four. Know that I will be dreaming of your soft skin soaking in the warm, scent-filled water, and that my longing to be with you will be growing by the minute".

I wondered why he had skipped Number Three. I found it was just a test. Had I opened it I would have found a note rebuking me for not obeying the instructions. However, I opened Number Four, along with the expected note.

     "Do not open any other packages until your bath is complete. Relax, enjoy your soak and dream of all the possibilities that might follow. After thirty minutes, wash your hair and get out of the tub. Once you have dried off and put on the robe, open Number Five."

I settled into the warm bath, stroked my pussy. I wanted desperately to come, but also wanted to save it for Vinod. My heart raced. I finished my bath, dried off and opened Number Five, to find a bottle of my favourite lotion. The note read:

     "I am dreaming how sweet your skin smells after your bath. Apply this lotion liberally in all those areas that I will want to explore. Then prepare yourself for the rest of your evening. Put on the robe, but do not leave the bathroom until you have applied your makeup and dried your hair. Then, when you are ready to get dressed, leave the bathroom and open Number Six."

When I was ready I sat on the bed and opened Number Six. A pair of sheer black stockings.

      "You know what stockings do to me!" The note read. "I am dreaming of how you will look when they are on. I only wish I were there to slide them slowly up your thighs. Put them on and then open Number Seven."

Number seven was a black lace garter belt. "The only thing that can make stockings hotter is a garter belt. I hope you like this new one. Put it on and attach the stockings. Know that wherever I am, my breath comes faster as I think of what you look like in this arrangement. Once you have the stockings fastened, open Number Eight."

Number Eight contained a push-up bra with holes for the nipples. "I love the appearance of your nipples. My heart still races when I glance at them. I long to caress them. I hate when you hide their existence. Please put on the bra so that I may look longingly at them when I see you next. Once you have it on, open Number Nine."

By now, I had assumed that I was getting dresses in this sexy manner to go out for an evening on the town. When I opened the next package and found a beautiful diamond necklace, that suspicion was reinforced. Until I read the note:

       "If there could be any way to make your breasts more beautiful, it would be to highlight them with a new necklace. I hope you like this one. I look forward to seeing it against your soft skin. At this point, I hope your excitement has built to the highest levels of arousal and anticipation as to what may follow. But know that you can trust me not to let anything happen that you really don't want to happen. Now open Number Ten to set the evening in motion."

What did he mean by not allowing anything to happen that I didn't want? I wasn't sure, but I knew that if he meant to fulfil our fantasy, I did want it. I was more than ready for it. I held my breath as I opened Number Ten.

There was only a note. "If you wish to go further, phone my cell phone from the room. I will not answer the phone, so wait for the message request and then say only: 'I am ready to continue.' If you do not call, I will cancel the rest of the plan and we will go to dinner. If you do, once you have hung up you may open Number Eleven."

My heart was racing as I picked up the telephone. But I barely hesitated before dialling the cell phone. When I heard the message request, I whispered hoarsely, "I am ready to continue." I was breathing hard. With shaking hands I reached for the last package.

Inside were three flavoured condoms and a blindfold. The note read:

  "Move a chair into position near the bed, facing the door and visible from it. Once you are seated, put on the blindfold. Presently the door will open. Remain seated, with the blindfold firmly in the place, and do not make a sound. There will be no speaking, and no peeking. The blindfold must remain on until I remove it. No matter what happens, you are not to reach out and touch. Just relax, and let your mind and imagination, as well as your body, respond freely and fully to anything and everything that may happen. Now sit down on the chair, put the condom with your favourite flavour on the chair between your legs, put on the blindfold and let your fantasy roam wild."

I put the chair in position, put a condom on the chair and placed the blindfold over my eyes. It was very effective; I couldn't even peek out the sides. I waited patiently as instructed, but my mind raced. A condom? Vinod had never used condom. My heart pounded as I imagined the possibilities. After what seemed like hours, I heard the door slowly open.

I felt someone walking past me, and there was music in the room. I held my breath. A moment later a hand stroked the inside of my thigh and touched my soaking pussy.

Then I heard three distinct knocks. I gasped, and for a moment I thought of ripping the blindfold off and running for the bathroom. I could feel my heart racing in my chest. I didn't move. I was relieved to find that the man touching me was Vinod, for now he whispered in my ear to nod if I wanted him to answer the door. I hesitated, and then, very slowly, I moved my head up and down, nodding. Yes.

Vinod left me, and I heard the door open and then close. I wondered if may be Vinod might be playing with my mind, that he had just knocked on the wall, that no one had actually entered the room. I had almost convinced myself of this until I felt two pair of hands caressing my breasts, one from either side of chair. One of them removed my bra, and the caressing continued. I caught my breath as shudders of passion ripped my body. Who could the other hands belong to?

Now I felt a hand on my head, turning it to the left. I instinctively opened my mouth and a hard cock slipped in. I danced my tongue around the head. From the feel of it I was pretty sure it was Vinod's. I sucked and licked it, tasting his precome. He pulled his cock from my mouth and turned my head to the right. Another cock brushed my lips. I hesitated momentarily, and then opened my mouth again. My first taste of another cock! It was slightly bigger than Vinod's, and hard as a rock. I could hear a hoarse moan over the music as I sucked the cock deep into my mouth. I couldn't tell if it came from the mystery guest or from Vinod. The hard rod in my mouth started to stroke gently. Then it was yanked from my sucking lips, and I felt hot come shoot onto my breasts. Within a second, I felt Vinod brush up against my left side as he spurted his own come onto my tits. To come so quickly, I thought, they must have been as excited as I was.

I sat there wondering what was next. Someone knelt at my legs and slowly spread my knees, stroking the inside of my thighs. Hot breath tickled my pussy as a tongue approached. I slid down on the seat and spread my legs further to give him access. I knew it was the mystery guest when Vinod leaned over and kissed me, telling me how much he loved me. He also told me that every fantasy we had discussed was going to come true. I shuddered as I came on the stranger's tongue.

After a few glorious minutes, I was helped to my feet and carefully to the bed. I was guided onto my hands and knees, and someone slid beneath me into a 69 position. Again I felt a tongue lick my slit as I leaned over to find the cock I knew would be there. My instincts told me it was Vinod below me. I felt the bed sag beneath my knees as our guest took up a position behind me. Vinod stopped licking my pussy and spread my cunt lips with his fingers. I felt stranger's cock nudge against my cunt. I was so wet from all the action that it easily slid in to the hilt-- the first cock aside from my husband's that had ever been there. As the strange cock pumped into me, Vinod stroked my clit. I moaned uncontrollably around his cock, which was still in my mouth. I love doggie-style sex, and knowing that my husband was seeing the action so close was bringing me to the edge again.

Just as I was sure I was going to be rewarded with a load of come in my mouth, the action stopped momentarily. Vinod slid out from under me and repositioned himself, kneeling up in front of my face and sliding his hard cock back into my mouth. Again the stroking started. I was being bounced back and forth between the cock in my mouth and one in my pussy. Vinod reached over my back and spread my ass cheeks. I knew he was watching stranger's hard cock thrusting in and out of my pussy. I sensed that Vinod was about to come again, but again he pulled his cock from my mouth, saying that he had more fantasies he needed to fulfil before he came again.

The mystery man also pulled his cock out of me, and I knelt there, wondering what was next. A moment later I felt a lubricated finger probing my asshole. Then another finger started stroking my clit. The probing and stroking continued until I shuddered in orgasm.

Now someone slid underneath me, and someone's hands guided me down onto the waiting cock. I could tell it was Vinod beneath me, and I rode him as I had many times before. He pulled me down onto him, my come-covered tits presses into his chest. I felt the bed sag again as the other man got into position behind me, and I raised my ass higher in anticipation. I moaned into Vinod's ear as a hot-lubed cock touched my asshole. Vinod started whispering in my ear, telling me how much he loved me, and how beautiful I was and how I was making him so happy, as the other mans cock slipped past my sphincter and slowly entered my ass to the hilt. 

A cock in my ass and one in my pussy at the same time! It was better than anything we had ever fantasized about. I had never felt so completely filled. They stated to stroke in unison, and within a minute, I started to come. Even though I was supposed to remain silent, I moaned in Vinod's ear, telling him again and again that I am coming, that I couldn't stop. I felt the cock in my asshole spasm as it shot a load deep into my bowels. Vinod said he could feel it pumping its come deep into my ass through the thin wall separating their cocks. He stiffened and cried out as he shot his jism deep into my cunt. I collapsed in exhaustion on Vinod's chest as the cocks slowly softened and slid from my ass and pussy.

Vinod kissed me deeply and continued to caress me limp body. I was happy to lie there on his chest, wondering what was next. After a minute, I heard the door to the room open and close again. Was another man entering? We had fantasized about a gang bang once. Then Vinod removed my blindfold, and I realised that the mystery man had left. We were alone.

Vinod asked me what I thought of his present, and I answered him with a deep kiss. He told me how thrilled he was that we had finally gone through with the fantasy. I begged him to tell me who the mystery man was. He just smiled and said that next time may be we could do it without the blindfold, and then I would know. I only hope I don't have to wait for next Christmas.



Christmas Present



It is Christmas morning and just like always my body wakes me up bright and early. It never seems to fail where I have a restless Christmas Eve night as my body knows the following day is Christmas. I am filled with anxiousness as to what the day will bring although not as much since I know my family won't be celebrating until the following week. Due to everyone's work schedule, I won't be heading for home until Sunday after work, so for this Christmas I am alone with no plans as all my friends are celebrating today.

As I lay in bed for a while listening to my music and trying to doze a little longer, I finally give up. My body is so restless, and I swing my legs over on the side of the bed. Standing up, I walk into the bathroom where I begin to run the water for a bath. Once it is filled, I put a bath tea bag in the water and turn on some Christmas music before I slowly sink my body into the warm water. Allowing the music and scent of the water to relax my body and mind, I lay in the tub with my eyes closed for a while just relaxing and enjoying the warmth, the scent, and the music. My body is so relaxed to the point where time is no longer relevant.

All of a sudden, I feel lips pressing against mine which makes my eyes jerk open and my body comes part way out of the water, shocked that someone was in my home. I see him, a stranger yet something familiar in the way he looks at me, kneeling on the floor smiling like a little kid in a candy store.

He whispers, "Hello love," which calms me immediately and makes me feel safe knowing it is him. My love and heart.

Who else would ever call me by that name! For he is the only guy in my life who uses that term in reference to me so regularly.

I smile big and say, "Hello love," while throwing my arms around his body and hugging him close to me.

Kissing his lips, I sink into his welcoming embrace and know that it will be a great day after all.

We finally break our embrace when he brushes the wet hair back from my face while gazing into my eyes with all the love he holds for me.

"Merry Christmas love, I thought I would bring you your present in person this time." He says before standing up and stepping into the tub with me.

I wonder, "When did he strip without me knowing and feeling his presence there?"

I didn't even realize he was naked when my eyes first opened and saw him!

Spreading my legs, my love sits down between my legs. I drink in the sight of him here, with me, in person! Overjoyed with my love for him, I hop into his arms and hug him tight feeling his naked body against mine. My arms wrap around him, rubbing up and down his back as he holds me tight and gently rocks my body against him, letting me feel his growing arousal for me.

I grab the shampoo finally and squirt some into my hands before washing my love's hair. Rubbing my hands thoroughly through his hair, I go longer than necessary just reveling in touching him. I lovingly just massage his scalp. He grabs the shampoo and washes my hair in return. His hands massage my scalp in such a delightful way, I end up moaning as the tension in my head gives way to pleasure. Getting my hair all soapy, he pulls my hair at the end arching me into his kiss.

When we break our kiss, he says, "It will be easier to rinse with the shower instead of in the tub," so we drain the water and turn on the shower.

Once the water is warm, we take turns rinsing out the shampoo in our hair.

Next, we grab the soap and get plenty on both of our hands before we start to wash each other. I start from my love's neck and slowly wash his body. Making sure to cover every inch, I make my way down his body. When I get to his waist, I go towards his left hip and work down that leg kneeling as I get lower. Then I work my way back up on his right leg all the way to that hip. Soaping up my hands some more, I reach out to stroke his cock and balls making sure to cover him completely with the soap. Licking my lips as I kneel and stroke his cock and balls, I know that he will probably give me the chance sometime to take him into my mouth.

While I kneel at his feet, my love begins to work at washing my body. He starts at soaping up my neck and arms before he starts rubbing the soap around on my chest. Slowly drawing closer to my breasts which makes me arch into his hands, wanting him to touch me more. He finally starts rubbing the soap into my breasts. My nipples harden and peak even more. He grabs my nipples and twists them making me moan from the mixture of pleasure and pain.

"Time to stand up love," he says.

Standing up, he grabs my leg one at a time and lifts it up so he can wash my body all the way down to my feet. After he finishes the last leg, he holds me there and rubs his still soapy cock against my pussy. Sharing the soap to my pussy with his cock, he keeps rubbing making sure to spread that soap around and get my pussy all clean.

My body is starting to sizzle with the heat of my arousal, and I lean into him wanting him to do more. For a moment, I think that maybe he will take me right here and right now. However, my love stops and sets my leg down before drawing me into the water to rinse my body of the soap at the same time his soap is washed away.

Finally all clean, my love turns the water off and steps out of the shower. Grabbing the towel hanging up on the rack, he dries himself off while I watch, licking my lips as I watch him dry his cock. My love then grabs hold of my hand and helps me out of the tub where he proceeds to dry me off with the towel. He hangs the towel back up on the rack and picks me up. I snuggle into his warm body.

My love carries me to the bedroom. Laying me gently on the bed, he leans down and whispers in my ear, "Are you ready for your present love?"

I smile and nod up at him while wrapping my arms around his neck.

He smiles and says, "Just a moment and I will go get it."

He removes my arms from around his neck and walks out. I hear the door open and shut as he leaves the apartment.

Laying in the bed, I wait for my love to come back inside the apartment wondering what the present he brought me could be that he had to go back outside to get it. Hearing the door, I smile as I look towards the door that leads outside the bedroom and see not one, but two guys entering my bedroom.

Staring in shock up at my love, he says, "Our good friend Leon had business in town, and I invited him over to be with us."

Sitting up, I swing my legs to the side and slide to the floor. Crawling over, I kneel at my love's feet. Leaning into his body, I wrap my arms around his legs and hug him tight to me letting him see how much I appreciate his gift. He kneels on the ground kissing my forehead and holds me close.

Whispering in my ear, "I love you so much love and want you to fly apart in both our hands till you can't anymore to make up for all the time we missed together over this last year."

Hearing his words, tears fall softly from my eyes. My love kisses those tears away before standing up and says, "Now, undress Leon and suck his cock."

Smiling up at my love, I slide a bit over to look up at Leon and smile at him. I reach out and unbutton his pants and slides them all the way down his legs where he steps out of them. Leaning in, I kiss my way up his leg following the path that my hands slid down when taking the pants off.

Nuzzling my face between his legs just below his cock, I hear my love chuckle and say, "I didn't say to tease him first now did I."

Glancing up at my love, I smile and say, "No, but what is the fun in jumping right into the fun without a bit of warm up first."

I then begin to lick between Leon's thighs slowly brushing his legs with my tongue as I make my way closer to his hard cock. My love disappears from my sight and I hear a drawer open and shut. Sensing him behind me, I hear Leon and my love chuckle as they obviously share something between them that I have no clue as my eyes are on my task of what I'm doing to Leon at the moment.

I hear my love behind me as he says, "Maybe you need just a bit of encouragement to do as I said. Leon, why don't you get comfortable on the bed. Love, you get up there as well on all four, so I have access to you like I want."

Leon grabs hold of my arms and lifts me up onto my feet, and we move over to the bed. Leon props the pillows up and reclines on the bed while I get up on the bed on all fours. My head is near Leon while my love has moved behind me again. My love's weight wasn't on the bed, so I knew he stood behind me.

My love's hands caress my butt while I start to lick Leon's cock up and down covering him in my saliva. I feel my love spreading me open to his view before he starts licking at my pussy flaming my arousal. His tongue circles my clit as his fingers start spreading me open, little by little. He stretches me open as he adds more fingers. I begin sucking softly on the tip of Leon's cock as my hands stroke his shaft to the same tempo of my love's fingers sliding in and out of me.

Moaning on Leon's cock, I feel my love slide his fingers completely out of me before it is replaced by something hard and cool. Shivering slightly, my body readjusts to heat up the object to the same temperature as that of inside of my pussy. My love continues to slide it inside of me until it is deeply embedded. I feel it start to vibrate inside me as he continues to lick my clit. My body arches towards him wanting to take more from him as my passion continues to build.

As I lick Leon's cock, I feel the sudden an unexpected smack of my lovers hand on my butt. My heart races, and my body arches towards him even more as the stinging pain sweeps sweetly over me. Momentarily, I wonder if he wanted my pussy pressing in closer to him or if it was just the usual spanks he always seems to delight in giving to me.

In that sharp, pleasant pain, my body races in ecstasy as my lover spanks my bare bottom and works me up to a thrilling delight with the dildo and his tongue. He is always able to combine that pleasure and pain in my mind to perfection to ensure my overall experience is always a pleasant one. Something that will keep me coming back to him and begging him for more.

Pushing back towards my love, I stroke Leon's cock a little faster.

My love whispers against my pussy where I can feel his warm breath, "No cumming now love. Not until you swallow Leon's cum."

Hearing his words, I take more of Leon's cock into my mouth. Bobbing up and down in time with my hand stroking him. I want Leon's cum more and more as my love makes me burn hotter and hotter down below. My passion increases! All I can think about is that impending orgasm creeping up on me and I know that I can't give into it!

My purpose is to please my Doms. Through giving them pleasure, my own pleasure comes. I know that my Doms will always make sure that I am well pleased by the end.

However, I want that orgasm. I need that orgasm so much! My hands and mouth start flying as I take Leon's cock in and out of my mouth, working hard to satisfy us both.

I am in in my own little world of rapture. My moans become louder, even Though Leon's cock is in my mouth, muffling some of the sound. My body rocks back and forth as I lose myself in my lust and passion. Feeling Leon's hands grip my head, I hold still and glance up at him. He smiles down at me before he starts slowly pushing into my mouth.

Whispering into my ear, Leon keeps encouraging me to take him deeper and faster as he slowly builds up his speed giving me time to adjust to his rapidly growing speed and penetration. I move my hand down lower, giving Leon the room he needs to go as deep as he wants to into my mouth. His cock slides deeper and deeper into my mouth as I feel it start to hit the back of my mouth. The first few strokes causes me to gag and tighten more against his cock. Eventually, I relax enough where he is able to slide his cock into my throat.

He whispers, "Good girl."

The grip on my hair tightens, and I hear Leon moan right before he fills my mouth with his cum. I swallow his cum with relish and suck on the tip of his cock. I drink up every single droplet. The excitement builds, knowing that drinking his cum will finally give me that permission to cum.

I am right on the edge as I fight against the stimulation my love is giving me until at last I have that permission to cum.

Leon smiles down at me and says, "Good girl, now cum."

Immediately, my body responds and tightens on the dildo as I start cumming. Screaming loudly at the intensity of the orgasm, my hands tighten into a fist as I ride my first wave of the day. Leon strokes my hair and tells me how good I am.

Finally, my love gives me a break from all the spanking as he takes his head away from licking on my clit.

My love tells me, "Yes, you were such a good girl, and I think it is time for you to ride many waves to make up for lost time before I fuck you. Turn around onto your back love."

I move onto my back as Leon gets off the bed. Leon opens the drawer and pulls out the restraints and hands two of them to my love. My love reaches for first one foot and ties it to the corner post of my bed and then the same thing with the second.

Stretching me open to his view, my love checks my range of motion to make sure that I will not be able to pull away from whatever touch he decides to give to me. At the same time my love ties my legs, Leon ties my hands to the corner posts near my head. I am spread eagled on the bed now. I cannot do anything except to accept what both of my Doms will give and do to me.

My love begins by fucking my pussy again with the vibrating dildo and caressing my clit with his tongue. Meanwhile, Leon starts squeezing and twisting my nipples causing them to be nice and pointy in his hands.

Thrusting into both guys touch as much as I can, I feel the strain of the restraints as they hold me back. Then Leon starts to lick around first one breast then the other drawing slowly closer to those hardened points. My nipples ache for his touch so much they hurt with the longing of any type of touch.

Leon reaches over and opens the drawer and takes out some clamps and places them gently onto my hardened nipples. Moaning loudly as soon as the clamps close, my love looks up at me and smiles while rubbing my clit with his fingers. He makes sure that my clit is always being stimulated in their play.

My love nods to Leon, and Leon leans closer to my ear while circling the outside of my breasts with his hands.

Whispering into my ear, Leon tells me, "We want you to cum every single time you get close. You do not have to wait for our command. We want you cumming basically non-stop."

Moaning as I hear exactly what they expect of me, I know that these two men of mine will not stop until they have drained my body of every orgasm possible.

As Leon works my breasts, he keeps whispering into my ear, "We want you to cum. I know you want to cum for us."

With the constant stimulation and Leon's encouragement to reach the peak, I feel myself rapidly getting closer to another orgasm. Leon flicks the tip of the clamp sending a little more pain through me which tips me over the edge.

Screaming out loud, my orgasm races through me.

I hear Leon whispering in my ear, "Good girl. Good girl. Another one now."

Unable to escape all the stimulation from both Leon and my love, I cannot avoid the fast build up of the next orgasm, and with Leon's last words echoing in my head, I quickly cum again. Squeezing tight on to the dildo, my body arches out as my third orgasm races through my entire body.

My love still keeps circling his finger around my clit keeping me surfing that edge even after cumming.

He smiles as he says, "Come on, cum for me love. I know you want my cock inside you instead of this dildo, but Leon and I need a lot more orgasms from you first."

My heart beats faster as my love paints such a picture in my head that I fall off the edge and cum again.

Screaming, "My love," as my next orgasm hits me hard and hangs on for what seems like forever. Panting a little as I can finally catch my breath, I look at both guys and see them smiling like little kids. They are doing what they love best, making me cum over and over and over for them.

Smiling at both Leon and my love, I start to feel those walls that had built up over the last year from the lack of time together, crack and exposing me to them and their wants.

While Leon still stimulates my breasts which are starting to ache a bit from the tightness of the clamps, he leans closer to my ear and whispers, "You have had a nice little break to pant. Now I want 5 in a row."

After hearing Leon's words, it seems like both guys double their efforts in stimulating and teasing my body. My love removes the dildo and concentrates on stimulating right inside the entrance as well as on the clit. My love knows my body so well, and he knows that this combination will really make me wild.

Leon starts taking my nipple into his mouth and begins to lick and pull the clamp around to send those pleasure and pain jolts through my body. I hear my love chuckle and say something to Leon that I didn't quite hear. What I could make out though was something about how wet and tight I was with the two of them playing with me.

Moaning, my body reacts to their touches. I feel the next orgasm approaching as my body tightens up preparing for the fall in to the abyss of joy. As I fall over the edge time after time, my body continues to shake within its bounds. I give them the 5 orgasms they want while they keep stimulating my sensitive areas.

Catching my breath after all those orgasms, I can feel the start of the next orgasm right then and there. Moaning my need, my body arches towards the guys, then away unsure whether I want another orgasm right then or not.

Blowing his breath on my nipple, Leon whispers, "Don't stop now."

That little encouragement sends me over the edge flying, and I cum for them again and again. Now, that the lust has taken over and with some encouragement from my guys, I begin to cum more. When it seemed that the orgasms are non-stop, my love removes his fingers from inside my pussy and just rubs my clit.

My body keeps pushing towards him as I keep mumbling, "Fuck me. Fuck me. Please love. Fuck me."

My love chuckles, "Not yet love. I need a few more orgasms from you still."

As the orgasms keep coming, they reverberate through my body. I start shaking my head back and forth while mumbling for him to fuck me.

Both Leon and my love keep working my body and bringing out those orgasms one after another. As each orgasm races through my body, I start to cry as the walls of hurt and separation disappear in the moment of such pleasure.

I feel quite vulnerable to what the guys will say and do. As the tears build and run down my face, I pull more at the bonds, trying to free my hands so I can hide and not feel so on display in front of my two guys.

Leon removes the clamps and sucks softly to bring pleasure to me. As the blood rushes back into my nipples, my body jerks trying to get away from the pain, but Leon is insistent and keeps going till I'm not trying to get away from his touch. Once Leon eases the pain that rushes through my nipples, he snuggles against my body and holds me close.

I feel my love climb up and spreads himself against my body. I know he can see the tears, so I close my eyes trying my best to hide. However, my love does not want me hiding, for he kisses the tears on my face. He then kisses my lips as he slides his cock into my wet pussy. Slowly fucking me, my love shows me his love for me as he keeps kissing me.

Whispering as he fucks me, "I love you."

I feel my arms slacken and realize Leon has removed the bonds. I throw my arms around my love and cry into his shoulder. Meanwhile, Leon rubs my body softy, making sure I know that he is there for me too.




Christmas Present



My love continues to fuck my willing body, deep and pleasurable. Soon I feel his breathing and tempo change and he jettisons his seed inside of me.

I sigh contented and clench my pussy walls on his cock, milking him for every drop of his semen. Once he finishes cumming inside me, I feel my love loosen the bonds from my ankles before he snuggles up beside me as well.

Whispering into my ear, "I'm sorry love for not being there as much as you needed."

I curl up into their arms knowing that I'm safe and loved. I whisper, "I will always love you guys." With the words still lingering in the air, I fall asleep in between my guys with a contented and sated smile on my face.

I wake up to my normal morning music, and there is no one around. I realize it was all just a dream!

My eyes tear up realizing that it wasn't for real. There was no body there. My love and Leon were not lying beside me to wake me up after a long session of making love to each other. No sharing our love with a close friend. No terrific threesome.

It would have been an amazing gift if it had really happened.

Then I notice my hands are gripping my phone close to my chest. I must have grabbed the phone and drew it closer to me sometime during my sleep instead of leaving it near my pillow like I always do. The phone has always been such a connection to the man I love and has remained near me at all times bringing me that comfort that he is there, just a text or call away.

Glancing at my phone, I see a text message was received while I slept. Opening it up, I see my love has texted me, "Merry Christmas Love. I hope you are ready for your present."

"Maybe, just maybe, my dream will come true after all," I think as I send back a text with a smile on my lips.