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Christmas Surprise

By: johnwadd



It had been a long Christmas eve. Theresa had been up all day helping her family prepare for the big dinner tomorrow. She wondered if it was worth it, but when she saw the look on the children’s faces on Christmas morning, she knew that it was. She had just turned 18 recently and was starting to look at everything differently than she had a couple of years back. She remembered that it hadn’t been too long ago that she had still believed in Santa Claus and now she chuckled as she thought that there could actually be a jolly old elf. “Santa Claus” she said aloud, “just a child’s fantasy.”

She couldn’t wait to get to bed because she was so tired. She went to the bathroom and turned on the shower. She quickly removed her clothes and got into the shower as quick as she could. The cold winters of Kansas had put a chill in the air that the old central heating system in the old house that she lived in could not override. She turned the water up so it would warm her cold body. She normally took her time taking her shower but she was so worn out from the day’s work that she didn’t even take the time to soap herself like she used to. 

Usually she ran the bar of soap all over her body because she liked the way it made her feel. Her hormones were starting to come alive and lately she had been having fantasies about the boys in her class. She often fantasized about how it would be to have a man against her naked body, how it would feel with a man’s penis in her hand and in her mouth. She knew the mechanics of sex because she had seen some of the adult movies that her brother had hid in his room. “Oh well,” she thought, “I will know when the time is right.”

Theresa turned off the shower and slid the door open to get her towel. The minute the door opened she could feel her nipples stiffen from the difference in the temperature of the room. Damn, they were perking up, she chuckled to herself. She quickly dried off and almost ran for her bed. She went into her room and shut the door and jumped under the covers naked. She loved to sleep in the nude because she loved the way the cotton felt against her body. She could always get up and put something on if she had to but she seldom did. She turned on the radio by her bed and turned it to KQIX 94 and heard the Christmas music playing. She listened there for a while and soon they started giving status reports on Santa sightings. She smiled and thought about when she was a kid and she really believed that she should sleep because she thought Santa was actually on the way. She closed her eyes and after a few minutes, she drifted off to a peaceful sleep.

Theresa was suddenly awakened by a loud “Thud.” She opened her eyes and laid real still. She moved her eyes around the room and tried to find where the noise was coming from. “Thud” she heard again. “Oh shit,” she thought to herself, “It’s a burgler or who knows what. She laid there too scared to move. She closed her eyes and just hoped that whoever or whatever it was would just take what he wanted and leave. Suddenly she felt the covers being jerked off her. Oh god, she thought, I’m here naked and my covers are gone. She closed her eyes tightly when she heard “Ho, ho, ho.”

She opened her eyes a little to see who was doing the sorry Santa routine. As her eyes adjusted, she could see a large round figure in the background. He was wearing a red suit, red hat and had a large bag with him. She wanted to scream “WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON, “ but she couldn’t get any words to come out. The large man looked her young body up and down and said “HO, ho, ho,” again. Oh fuck, she thought, trapped in this room, lying naked on the bed with a psycho who thinks he’s Santa Claus. She got ready to spring for the door but found that she couldn’t move. Something was holding her arms and legs. She looked over and saw that she had been tied to the head and foot board with red and green nylon stockings. She tried to scream again but still couldn’t get the words to come out.

“Well, look what we have here,” the man said. “Damn, and what a fine looking little cunt you are too.” With that, he pulled his white glove off and took his finger and put it in his mouth and then ran his wet finger over her left breast and then worked his way to her nipple. “So big and hard”, the man said, “just like I hoped they would be.” As Santa played with her nipples she noticed that they were getting hard. She wasn’t sure if it was the temperature of the room or the way that the feel of the hands on her nipples but they were sure perking up. Finally the man said, “Ok Theresa, you will be able to speak softly and talk to me but if you try to scream, nothing will come out of your mouth.”

“W-w-who are you”?

“Why I’m Santa little girl” he said as he smiled and looked her young body over.

“There is no Santa,” she said “That’s just a little kid’s fantasy”.

“I know you are not a believer and that is why I am here. You see, Santa is really real and of course that is me. I am here because you stopped believing and I am here to make sure that you will know that there is a Santa for the rest of your life.”

Theresa tried to scream again. Nothing. No sound. Nothing came from her mouth.

The large round man reached into his bag. He dug down deep and finally found what he was looking for. He pulled it out and she noticed that it was a small vibrator. “Oh no, what are you going to do with that”??? With that, the jolly man put his finger to her mouth and turned on the machine. “Just sit back and relax” he said. “This will be much better if you try to enjoy it.”

The man leaned down and moved his lips to her neck. She could feel the warm breath on her as he started to kiss and nibble. He kissed her neck, her ears, her chin. He moved his way over and kissed her on the lips. “Oh god, what is happening,” she asked herself. The man put his tongue in her mouth. He took the vibrator and started rubbing it on her nipples. He circled it around and gently rolled it back and forth across her breasts. He stopped kissing her lips and started on her neck again. He moved his way down and slid his tongue down and nibbled his way down. When he reached her breasts, he wiggled his tongue and started biting lightly down until he reached her nipple. She couldn’t believe it, here was a big round man in a Santa suit doing things to her body. She was starting to get furious and then he put one of her nipples in his mouth and began to slowly bite it and suckle it.

“Oh. Oh, n-n-noooo” she said. “Nooooooo.” 

The man stopped and began to work his way down her breast. The slid his tongue across the underside of her tits and moved over to the other one. Suddenly she felt it. She felt a feeling deep inside her that she had never felt before. She felt a churning deep down in her body, deep down in some remote part of her soul that was starting to like what was happening. She felt a burning between her legs, deep down in her most private of privates. He took the vibrator and rolled it down her body. He rolled it down to her stomach and then to her belly button and then on down toward her hips. When he got to her hips, he stopped and moved the machine over and started running it up and down her left thigh. Damn, she could feel the vibration, the sweet gentle vibration of this little toy and it was starting to do things to her. The man stopped kissing her breast and started kissing his way down her body, running his tongue down stopping at her belly button. He gently kissed her tummy and then put his tongue into her navel. “Mmmmmmm” she moaned. She didn’t want to but she couldn’t help the feeling that was going on inside her body. “Oh god yesssssss” she hissed. Santa slowly moved the vibrator down her legs and he made his way down to her pussy with his tongue. He licked her all around the pubic area, always missing her little pussy, running the vibrator up and down her legs, over her toes and back up again. “Oh god yessssss. Ppppllleeease. Please, don’t torture me,” she wimpered.

Santa ran his tongue down her left leg to the knee cap, moved over to the other one and slowly nibbled his way back up till he was face to face with her virgin pussy. Santa took his hand and placed it on her little pussy, spread her lips and placed his tongue on her clit.

“Oooohhhhhh. Gooooddddd. Yes, yes Santa.”

Santa sucked on her clit and then he stopped. He got up and undid the big black belt buckle that held the pants up on his body. He sat down and removed his black boots and then stood up and slid his pants down his legs. He turned around with his ass facing her and said “Close your eyes little girl.”

Theresa did as she was told because she didn’t want this to stop now. She heard him taking steps toward her. Suddenly she felt something hard bump her cheek. She opened her eyes and saw that it was Santa standing there with his dick in her face. “Lick it. Suck my cock”. Theresa opened her mouth and she stuck out her tongue and touched his hard prick with it. Not bad, she thought. He moved closer and she took a bigger lick this time. She was surprised at how it tasted. She liked the taste of his pre-cum that oozed out of it. She liked the way the velvety, purple head felt. She liked the feel of the heat against her virgin tongue. Again he moved closer. She opened her mouth and he placed his cock into it. Oh god, how she wished her hands weren’t tied. She wanted to touch it so bad. She started to suck on his blood engorged prick slowly at first and then harder. He started to move forward. He slowly inched it in until she started to gag. He moved it back and then pulled it out. 

“Please, Santa, give me what I want for Christmas. Please don’t stop”.

Santa got on the bed and crawled on top of her, putting his face between her legs and positioning his cock above her face. She reached up and grabbed the head with her mouth and started sucking it. Santa dove between her legs with his face and started to eat her pussy.He took his finger and slowly inserted the tip of it into her asshole. He started to move his hips up and down, pushing his prick into her waiting mouth. He sucked her clit and fingered her ass and she sucked his cock. Damn, it felt so good to have this man eating her pussy. 

“Mmmmmm” she moaned. Santa could tell she was about ready to cum. He stopped what he was doing and removed his cock from her hungry mouth. He stood up and walked to the end of the bed. He got on the bed and moved on top of her. He kissed her on the lips. She could taste her cunt juice on his face as he kissed her. Damn, what a turn on. 

Santa positioned his cock between her legs. He grabbed his cock and with his hand he rubbed it up and down on her cunt lips and her clit. She shivered every time that he ran his warm cock over her clit. He stopped kissing her and placed the head of his cock into the opening of her pussy. Fuck she was wet. She waited for the moment that he would make her a complete woman. He inserted the head of his cock in just a little. 

“This won’t do” he said as he entered her love hole. Santa snapped his fingers and suddenly the stockings that had tied her legs and arms were gone. Santa grabbed her behind the knee cap and lifted them until her knees were in the air and her feet flat on the bed. “Grab me behind the neck baby,” he said. Theresa grabbed him behind the neck and then he pushed his cock into her virgin tunnel.

“Ohhhh yesssss. Fuck me Santa, fuck me.”

Santa grabbed her hips and pushed in a little more until he reached a place that he knew was her “cherry”. 

“Oh, yesssss,” she wimpered. “Fuck me Santa. FUCK ME”!!!!!!

Santa pulled his cock almost all the way out and with all his might, he pushed forward and buried his cock up into Theresa's virgin pussy. 

Theresa felt like she had been split wide open. She started to cry from the pain and the joy of getting her first feel of cock. Santa looked down and tears were running down her cheeks from the pain from having her cherry broken. Slowly he started to pull his cock out, letting her get used to the feel of a cock in her pussy. He slowly moved it in and then out. Theresa wrapped her legs around his hips and pulled him in hard. 

“Ok baby, get ready for a good old fashioned Merry Christmas Fuck,” the jolly old man said as he laughed.

Santa pulled his cock out and rammed it home. He pulled it out and rammed it home again. He buried it all the way and ground his pelvic bone against her clit and started to grind. He stopped and turned on the vibrator again. He pulled his cock out and started rubbing it on her clit. He ran it up and down her cunt lips. He put it in her cunt and got it wet and then pulled it out. He raised her hips and placed the tip of the dildo into the opening of her anus.

“Oh god, Santa, Nooooo”!!!!

Santa put the tip of it into her ass. He put it in about an inch and just left it hanging there. He took his cock in his hand and placed it in her cunt lips and rammed it home once again. He put all his weight on her and started pumping like he had never pumped before.

Theresa pulled him tight. Oh god, between the feel of his breath on her neck, the vibrator in her ass and the pumping of his hot, hard dick, she could feel that she was indeed getting ready to cum. 

She squeeled with delight and said in a voice sultry and low, "Fuck me Saint Nick. Make me cum." Suddenly he stiffened and she felt it. She could swear that she felt his cock swell as his balls slapped her pussy and he let out a moan and shot his cum deep inside her. When the semen hit the inside of her pussy, she stiffened, grabbed him tight and bucked wildly against his hips. They continuted pumping until they were both spent. Santa laid on top of her for what seemed like a long time and then he rolled off and gave her a kiss on the lips.

He got up and dressed and left her naked on the bed. He walked over to the window and opened it up. He put his finger to the side of his nose and looked over at her and said with a wink, “Get used to the feel of that vibrator in your back side because next year my little lady, your Ass is mine.” He nodded his head and blinked his eye and then he was gone. 

Theresa pulled the still vibrating dildo from her anus and ran to the window just in time to see him soar from sight. She watched for a long time, and then crawled back into bed. She pulled the covers up and laid there, basking in the glow of her knowledge that she had indeed just received the best Christmas present a girl could ever get.

Christmas Surprise



The party had been quite a success, Dan thought to himself. Jo loved hosting parties despite Dan's reluctance, but more often than not Dan also ended up having a great time. This particular party had continued late into the night and by now Dan's contacts had become very much like two tiny pieces of sandpaper in his eyes.

He removed them and took some time to splash water on his face before he put on his glasses. Jo had been drinking at a pretty steady pace throughout the party and he looked forward to her being drunk and horny after the last party guest left.

The party was basically over when he had gone into the bathroom. They had said goodbye to all but one of their guests after a long night of drinking, talking, and fun. The only remaining guest had been Lisa. Lisa used to work with Jo until she had been transferred to a different branch office. Jo and Lisa had stayed close talking and e-mailing often despite not seeing each other as much as before.

The rest of the guests were mostly people that they knew from their offices, so it had been a relatively tame party compared to when they had hosted some of their long time friends. Jo had thought it would be nice to invite their respective co-workers over for a little pre-Christmas party to try and get to know them better.

When Dan had excused himself Jo and Lisa were finishing yet another rum and coke and chatting away happily as Jo searched for a new CD to play. He took his time in the bathroom because he knew that Lisa and Jo could very easily be up for a long while more catching up before either of them wore down.

As he stepped out of the bathroom he smiled at Jo's choice of music. It was one of her favorites to play when she was horny. She had once told him it had "a great beat for fucking". They had tested her theory on several occasions and by now Dan had to agree she was right. He figured that Lisa had left and Jo had started to set the mood while waiting for him to return.

As he moved toward the living room he could see that she had shut off the lights that had been on during the party. This left the room lit only by the few candles that had been burning as decorations. Perfect mood lighting, Dan thought to himself.

When he stepped into the room and turned to where he expected Jo to be waiting for him he froze in shock and stood motionless as he watched Jo and Lisa slowly dancing together. They were pressed closely together and had their arms wrapped around each other as they swayed in time to the music.

Jo had her back to him and Lisa danced with her eyes closed while her hands rested on Jo's lower back. The women were nearly the same height with Lisa perhaps being a shade taller, and their cheeks very nearly brushed together as they danced. They rotated slowly and Dan noticed that Jo's hands were playing with Lisa's straight black hair. She alternated between running her fingers through it and lightly twirling a lock of it.

Dan didn't know what to say or do so he remained in a stunned silence watching. He was very excited watching them dance, but he was also shocked at what he was seeing. Sometimes, he had suspected that Jo was attracted to other women, but they had never really talked about it and certainly had never acted on it. He generally dismissed his suspicions as driven primarily by his own fantasies.

The women continued to turn slowly and were seemingly unaware of his presence in the room. Jo was still playing with Lisa's hair and Lisa's hands had started to slowly massage Jo's lower back. As of yet nothing overtly sexual had happened, but Dan was keenly aware he was witnessing something very sensual and intimate. Despite his confusion at what he was seeing he hoped that it led to more.

Lisa opened her eyes slowly and looked directly at Dan as if she knew he had been there the whole time. He stared at her not sure of what to do. Her expression never changed as they gazed at each other. While still looking directly at Dan, Lisa slowly moved her hands down Jo's back until they were caressing her ass.

Dan's eyes opened wide as he watched Lisa fondle his wife's ass. Lisa's medium length, bright red fingernails stood out brightly against Jo's tight blue jeans. Somewhat to his surprise Jo didn't react or protest at all to Lisa's touch.

Dan stood completely still and continued watching Jo and Lisa dance. By now Lisa's hands were freely fondling Jo's ass and their bodies seemed to have moved even closer together. To Dan's incredible excitement it didn't take long before Jo's fingers untangled from Lisa's hair and moved down to her ass. Dan watched intently as the two women fondled each other's asses while slowing dancing.

Eventually, Dan became aware that he was moving toward Jo and Lisa almost as if by instinct. Before he even had a chance to decide if this was right or really understand what was happening he found himself directly behind Lisa.

He reached out to her hips and began slowly sliding his hands up and down them. Jo's hands brushed against his but if she was surprised or upset by his presence she made no indication. Lisa simply moaned, almost inaudibly, as Dan began running his hands up and down her sides and over her back. He could feel her ass brushing against his hard cock as it struggled for room in his pants. He moved his hands down to her ass and began caressing her where Jo's hands had just been.

Dan was surprised when he didn't find Jo's hands on her ass and he opened his eyes to see what she was doing. He gasped when he saw that Jo had started to unbutton the front of Lisa's shirt.

Part of him wanted to know how and why this could actually be happening, but he knew that now was not a time for questions but a time for action. As Jo continued unbuttoning Lisa's top Dan moved his hands back to her sides. When Jo had opened the final button Dan slowly pulled Lisa's top open and then slipped it off her shoulders and down her arms.

Immediately Dan reached for the clasp at the back of Lisa's bra and opened it. He pushed her bra forward as Lisa rolled her shoulders to help it slide off. Very quickly Lisa's bra fell forward toward Jo and Lisa's big, heavy tits were exposed to their view. Dan concentrated on rubbing Lisa's bare back and occasionally let his fingers slip around her until they were resting on the sides of her soft tits. He would have reached even further around, but he didn't want to interfere with Jo who had brought her hands directly to Lisa's tits and had started to softly caress them. Dan watched his wife fondle her friend's tits as his mind reeled in intense lust.

Lisa pushed her ass back against Dan and she started rubbing her ass from side to side over his hard cock. The friction was incredible and Dan wanted his cock to feel much more than that.

He started moving his hands down to her ass again just as Lisa let out a long moan. Jo had replaced her hands with her mouth and had started kissing and licking Lisa's tits. Dan could already see Lisa's stiff nipples standing out prominently. He wanted to see Jo suck on them but instead Jo seemed to be content tenderly exploring Lisa's tits all around her nipples. She very slowly kissed and softly licked all over both tits.

Dan watched Jo excitedly as he reached around Lisa and started undoing her pants. He unsnapped and unzipped her jeans and began to push them down Lisa's legs. Jo paused in her teasing of Lisa's tits and reached down to help her husband remove Lisa's pants. Soon Dan pulled her jeans off her feet and tossed them aside. 

Jo returned to Lisa's tits as Dan stared at Lisa's body, now naked except for a sexy, black thong. He knelt behind her and reached for the sides of her thong. He slowly pushed her thong down her legs and began kissing and licking her ass and her thighs. He stood up again when he had removed her thong and Lisa was completely naked with Jo still sucking at her tits.

Dan wasted no time in moving behind Jo and beginning to remove her clothes. As much as he wanted to get naked he knew he had to see his wife naked with her sexy friend first. Jo continued sucking Lisa's tits, but she had now become less tender and probing and more lustful. Jo's tongue had finally found Lisa's hard nipples and regularly swirled around and around them with Jo often sucking the stiff points into her mouth. Lisa mostly just watched Jo but occasionally closed her eyes and tossed her head back when Jo did something particularly sexy.

Jo had to release Lisa's tits from her mouth as Dan pulled her shirt up and over her head. Dan immediately removed Jo's bra and left the two friends standing naked in front of each other.

Without a word between them they fell into a kiss. At first the kiss was soft and probing but it quickly became wild and lustful. Lisa was the first to open her lips and let her tongue move into Jo's mouth but Jo eagerly responded and Dan stood in awe as he watched their hungry tongue kiss. 

Both Lisa and Jo were blessed with larger than average chests and the sight of their big tits pressing firmly together was exciting beyond belief. He finally reached out and let his fingers run softly over the spot where their tits met. Back and forth he moved them from Jo to Lisa often being able to feel Lisa's tit under his fingertips and Jo's tit under his palm.

When they finally paused from their kiss they both turned and looked at Dan. "No fair," Jo teased, "you've got too many clothes on." Both women moved over to Dan and together they quickly stripped him naked. The sight of two horny, beautiful women standing naked before him pulling off his clothes was something straight out of his jerk off fantasies.

After they had removed the last of his clothes, Dan's hard cock stood out directly in front of him pointing at the small gap between the two women's hips. Lisa stared down at his cock lustfully as Dan stared right back at her big tits, lean stomach, and neatly trimmed pussy. Dan moaned when he felt Jo's fingers wrap around his hard shaft and caress him just before she said, "Let's move to the bedroom."

As soon as they entered the bedroom and moved next to the bed Jo spun around to face Dan and dropped to her knees. Dan let out another long moan as her hot mouth engulfed his cock. At first she licked his sensitive tip and let her lips dance over it. After some teasing like this she began to slide her lips back and forth on his shaft effectively fucking him with her mouth.

Jo had always been great at oral sex and tonight she enthusiastically went about her work. Dan was completely lost in his passion until he felt Lisa's hand on his ass. He looked over to Lisa and saw that she was watching Jo suck him with a wild look in her eyes. As Lisa watched she started to let her hands roam over Dan's body. She started at his ass but soon let her hands skim over his back, chest, and shoulders.

As she caressed him Dan reached out and let his own fingers fondle and explore Lisa's tits. He played with her tight nipples and would have continued if she hadn't moved.

Moving out of his reach Lisa positioned herself beside Jo. Lisa knelt next to her and, as Jo continued her wild blowjob on Dan, she began to play with Jo's tits. When Jo moaned the vibration she caused around Dan's cock almost caused him to fill her mouth with his cum.

Dan managed to resist cumming and held out for as long as he could watching Lisa fondle his wife's tits. The last straw for Dan came when Lisa's hand surrounded his balls and she began to play with them softly as Jo sucked him. The unfamiliar touch sent a surge of excitement through him and he gasped and then groaned. Jo knew from experience he was ready to cum and she let his cock slide out of her mouth as she started to firmly stroke his saliva coated shaft. She pointed his cock at her left tit and stroked him perfectly to bring about his orgasm.

Jo didn't enjoy his cumming in her mouth but knew that he loved watching his cum shoot all over her big tits. With one last groan Dan started to cum with Jo stroking his cock and Lisa holding his balls. Jo eagerly stroked out his entire heavy load of cum all over her tits.

Jo looked up at Dan with a nasty smile of satisfaction after he came. Dan had seen that look before many times and he loved seeing her that way. Their gaze was interrupted shortly after by Lisa who pulled Jo toward her and immediately brought her mouth to Jo's cum covered tits. Jo and Dan let out simultaneous groans as Lisa began to greedily lick Dan's cum off her. When Lisa was about halfway done she guided Jo to the bed and leaned over her as Jo lay on her back. Watching Lisa teasingly lick and suck the rest of his cum off his wife was sheer bliss for Dan. Lisa kept up her lurid work until Jo was "clean" and very excited. Jo's nipples, which usually grew hard when she was excited, stood up more prominently than Dan had ever seen. They looked like pencil erasers standing off her big, soft tits.

Lisa continued kissing and licking Jo's tits long after the cum was gone. She took long turns sucking on each nipple and by the time she was done Jo was in a frenzy of lust.

Lisa repositioned Jo on the bed and crawled between Jo's legs as Dan sat on the other side of the bed and watched. The moan that Jo made when Lisa's mouth reached her pussy was enough to send a shiver down Dan's back. It didn't take long at all for Lisa to have Jo writhing in passion as Lisa sucked her. It was clear to Dan that Lisa was very comfortable and experienced with women, as she obviously knew how to keep Jo teetering on the edge of cumming.

When Jo did start to cum her eyes flew wide open and she made eye contact with Dan. She cried out loudly and Dan could see her whole body shaking from her intense orgasm as Lisa lapped at her pussy. When Jo finally finished cumming Lisa crawled up to her and they lay together kissing and fondling each other. 

Then with Lisa's hands on her head, Jo began moving down toward Lisa's tits. Jo kissed, licked, and sucked them wildly with Lisa's hands on her head the whole time. Dan couldn't tell if Lisa was guiding Jo or if she simply had her hands there.

Jo lingered over Lisa's tits before moving down toward Lisa's pussy. At first Dan thought that Jo would crawl over Lisa in the 69 position, but instead Jo ended up on her knees right next to Lisa's left shoulder as Lisa lay on her back. Jo's head was between Lisa's thighs and Dan could hear the sounds of her tongue and lips playing with the heavy wetness between Lisa's legs.

At this point Dan's cock was again fully hard and he quickly moved to his knees behind Jo. She lifted her head just long enough to let out a moan as his cock entered her and then she returned to Lisa's pussy. For a while Dan fucked Jo slowly and watched Lisa's body react to Jo licking her pussy. When it was clear Lisa was ready to cum Dan reached down and began fondling her tits as he kept fucking Jo.

This added stimulation was enough to push Lisa to her orgasm and she cried out loudly as she started to cum. She wrapped her legs around Jo's head as Dan pinched and rolled her nipple between his fingers.

When Lisa finished cumming Jo lingered at her pussy for a short while until Lisa moved. Dan continued fucking Jo from behind as Lisa moved next to Jo before reaching under her and caressing Jo's tits as they swayed temptingly beneath her. Lisa mostly concentrated on Jo's tits but occasionally let her hand slide around to Lisa's back and then down to her ass.

Dan watched Lisa's hand fondling his wife and stared at Lisa's body. He reached out again and resumed caressing Lisa's tits. She moaned softly and made direct eye contact with him giving him a wickedly exciting smile.

Still holding Dan's gaze Lisa shifted slightly and let her hand move down from Jo's tits and across her stomach. She didn't stop until she felt Jo's pussy under her hand and paused briefly to toy with Jo.

Jo let out an excited moan when Lisa's fingers easily found her clit. Watching Lisa and knowing what she was doing to Jo in addition to occasionally feeling her fingertips brush against his hard shaft had Dan in a frenzy. He started fucking Jo faster when suddenly he felt Jo tense as she started to cum. She called out loudly and pushed herself back wildly into Dan trying to bury him inside her.

Seeing and feeling her cum triggered Dan's orgasm and he gasped as he started cumming into her spasming pussy. They continued fucking until both had finished cumming and then they lay together on the bed.

Jo alternated between kissing Dan and Lisa as she lay between them. Dan fondled and caressed both women as he still tried to come to grips with what had just happened. The night ended with Dan watching Lisa and Jo engage in a slow, teasing 69 position until both woman exploded into another orgasm. As they sucked each other's pussies Dan caressed their tits and let his hands roam all over their naked bodies. With Lisa on top he spent a lot of the time massaging her ass and back.

When both Lisa and Jo had cum again they lay together for a while before Lisa sleepily said, "I should get home."

"Oh, can't you stay?" Jo asked softly.

"I've got something I need to do right away in the morning," Lisa replied, "otherwise I definitely would."

Dan stayed in bed as Lisa and Jo walked together into the living room so Lisa could get dressed. He heard them talking and then heard Jo ask, "Can you come over again tomorrow?"

He almost gasped and smiled widely to himself when Lisa replied, "Absolutely." He heard them making plans but couldn't make out what they were saying. After Lisa left Jo returned to bed and they spent a long while kissing and holding each other.

"So, um, can I ask you about..." Dan started as he was trying to see why she had so suddenly done what just happened.

She interrupted him and whispered, "Merry Christmas, lover." She kissed him deeply and could perhaps sense that Dan was about to ask another question as she added, "I'm just so tired and happy now. Can we talk tomorrow?" Almost before he could answer she fell asleep in his arms. Dan fell asleep a short while later with a smile on his face.



Christmas Surprise



Flipping through the channels and being greeted with another Christmas special after another, I felt my mother's hand glide softly across my leg and come to rest on my inner thigh. She cuddled closer to me, and the mere feeling of her plump breasts coming to lie against my arm was enough to excite my sleeping cock, which immediately sprung into action and forced itself painfully against the denim fabric of my jeans.

In the dim Christmas tree lights, my mother noticed my obvious erection, and having already polished off three glasses of wine, was quick to point it out. Luckily, we were alone, and when she giggled and squeezed my bulge through the denim fabric, no one was there to see.

"Aw, Steven!" she laughed as she continued to fondle my boner, massaging the head with her thumb.

"Mom!" I whispered as I pushed her hand away.

She smiled drunkenly at me.

"Honey, I've already seen it plenty of times when I used to change your little diapers."

"Yeah, but it's bigger now!" I blurted out in defense.

Her smile turned seductive.

"Big words, baby. I raised you to tell the truth... there's only one way to find out."

She grabbed the remote from my grasp, placed her wine glass on the coffee table and turned off the television with a POP. Turning her complete attention onto my growing member, she threw her hair back, puffed out her already massive chest, and began to undo my pants.

Every part of my body trembled. I was sweating, but was suddenly freezing cold. My stomach was in knots, and I was ready to vomit at any moment. Everything was moving in slow motion. The zipper was unzipping, the pants were at my ankles, and then completely off. Next came the boxers, which were quickly discarded, and there I was, naked and horny.

It was hard to tell if my mother was impressed or not. She eyed my dick with a blank expression, licking her lips occasionally, and muttering things like "Steven, honey..." and "I don't..."

I finally broke the awkward silence.

"Mom...you got to see mine, now let me see yours."

She looked up, briefly, and then returned her gaze to my cock.

"My what, dear?"

I took a deep breath, worked up my courage, and squeezed her right breast. Through instinct, she brushed my hand away.

"Steven!"

My heart was racing, but I reached my hand out again, this time grabbing another handful of her chest. She tried to push me away, but finally gave up, and I thoroughly massaged her breasts through her Christmas sweater. She watched, helplessly, forgetting about my dick. 

"Come on, let me see them," I said as I continued to fondle her chest.

"All right, all right," she replied, pushing my hands away as she pulled her sweater over her head, and tossed it on the ground. As she undid her bra behind her back, I grabbed her breasts again. This time, she laughed.

"Hold your horses, Steven. You really love these things, don't you?"

I nodded, gritting my teeth, and squeezing them hard. I had always fantasized about doing this to my mother as a teen, and now I finally had the opportunity. 

She unclasped her bra, and I pulled it off, revealing her naked DD's. I smiled and watched them jiggle with a maniacal look on my face. Mom squeezed them together between her arms, and shook them back and forth. I always knew she was proud of her busty figure, as she was rarely ever seen without a low-cut top on, bouncing around cheerfully. Now, I could finally get my hands on them.

My fingers wrapped tightly around each breast, and closing my eyes, I allowed them to sink in, squeezing these luscious beauties for all they were worth. Mom held my wrists as I played with her tits. She seemed to be enjoying it. I pinched her fat nipples, and dove my face into her cleavage, emerging with mouthfuls of flesh, and sucking them exhaustively. 

After a good half hour of breast play, I was ready for my blowjob. My mother had informally promised me one fifteen minutes prior when I was hungrily sucking her left nipple (her exact words were, "Oh! Steven, honey, I want your dick in my mouth..."). I reminded her, and sat back against the arm of the couch, wiping my mouth. She had evidently forgotten, but agreed to perform one regardless.

She tucked her curly, brown locks behind her ears, flashed me a quick smile mixed with excitement and doubt, and lay down on her stomach, her head between my legs. She used her well-manicured fingers to feel up my shaft and balls, eventually bringing them to her lips for a taste. She seemed to approve after a few licks of my throbbing cock, and allowed the first few inches to slip into her mouth. 

I had once heard stories of my mother's oral abilities, but I had definitely underestimated what this woman could do. She slurped my dick like a vacuum. She was unbelievable! I moaned, and played with her hair, sometimes bending down to plant a few loving, and grateful kisses on the top of her head. She, however, remained focused on the task at hand. Mom was determined to swallow my cum. 

The blowjob lasted about twenty minutes, but it was over all too soon. I warned my mother about my impending orgasm, and she took note, sucking even harder and faster. Finally, I could take it no longer and blew my load down her throat. She popped my pole out of her mouth and allowed my seed to dribble onto her lips and breasts.

As she continued to lazily suck my dick until it became limp and soft again, I worked my cum into her tits, rubbing it in lazily, and taking breaks to kiss her on the lips.

When we were completely done, exhausted, and satisfied, we dressed and sat upright on the couch again to watch the wholesome family classic, "Rudolph, the Red-Nosed Reindeer", just as a good mother and son should. Merry Christmas.



Christmas Surprise



My family and I were traveling over the holidays and got caught in some nasty weather. We had been planning to drive straight through to see relatives, but when the weather turned ugly we immediately started thinking about other options. Some good friends had recently moved to a city not 50 miles out of our way, and if we changed course immediately we could probably make it to their house before it got too dark.

Our friend Katy had been asking us to come visit not too long after she and her husband had moved. We simply hadn't had the time yet. Now Katy was pregnant with their second child, and I wasn't sure she would appreciate unexpected overnight guests. We started heading in their direction and then my wife Allison called, because we had to turn off then and there or risk getting stuck on the road.

Katy said they'd love to have us. They had relatives coming for the holidays too, but they weren't expected for another couple days. As it was, it didn't look like they would be able to make it anyway with all the storms that had passed through recently. So yes, they'd love to have us.

With the bad road conditions, it took us far longer to get there than we had ever dreamed possible. By the time we found their house and pried ourselves out of our car, still reeling with shock from our drive, we were too exhausted to do much more than say hello and grab a few things we'd need overnight. Our friends were warm and rested and wanted to sit up and talk, but neither my wife nor myself had the energy.

Katy was looking very pregnant, and she gave me a warm hug. Not too long before this I had admitted to her that I'd always had a crush on her. She had been feeling unattractive and huge as a petite pregnant lady. She's quite short and lean, so seeing her like this, I could imagine she felt awkward. I remember she was very happy the first time she was pregnant, but being a few years older (and wiser?) now, she was not feeling quite as positive about a second child, the old "What have we gotten ourselves into?!" syndrome.

I'm not sure why I admitted my attraction to her, other than to bolster her spirits. I thought perhaps she had suspected it, but the truth remained unspoken for years. Actually, I'd known her almost as long as I had known my wife. We were all colleagues from grad school and work. Katy and her husband had moved away to pursue new careers and both found jobs together at the same place, a rare thing any day, let alone in today's economy. I was sorry to see both of them go, but such is life.

Allison has always known of my attraction to our friend. I have even been inside my wife and told her I wished I could fuck our friend some day. She never said no, but warned me that realistically it probably never would happen. Of course, I knew that already.

My wife never seemed threatened by my desire for our friend, but I guess she probably never figured out that it went way beyond a simple desire to bed her. Part of her lack of jealousy must have to do with looks. Katy is simple, short, petite; not curvy, not vampy nor trampy, and seldom made-up. Allison likes to dress up and has been known to dress sexy for a night on the town. Katy is conservative, while Allison can be daring. But in terms of personality, their basic day-to-day humanity and intelligence, they are quite similar. So why was I attracted to Katy? She's cute, she's smart, she's easy to be around. I instantly had a good rapport with her. We also spent a lot of time together, so I suppose it's inevitable I would think of her in other ways beyond just friendship.

After having crashed through most of the night, I realized I really had to take a leak sometime in the early morning hours. I guess I forgot to go the night before in my exhaustion. Katy had told me about how the pregnancy had messed up her sleep, to which I joked she might as well get used to it, because breastfeeding would do the same soon enough. But I wasn't thinking about that as I rolled out of bed, still half-asleep, and headed for the hall bathroom. I only remembered about Katy's lack of sleep when I saw a light coming from the living room or kitchen. I thought I'd better take care of business first. Afterwards, I could go see who was up.

It was like 5:00 AM and there was Katy sitting in a recliner reading. She was wearing a large (on her, anyway) bathrobe. I saw she was barefoot and her toenails were painted a bright red. I guessed this was for the holidays, because I didn't ever recall seeing her with either toe- or fingernail polish on ever before. I also wondered how she could have painted her toenails and quickly guessed her husband must have done it. I know: it's strange to have all these things going through my head, but at that hour the mind wanders ... well, you get the idea!

Katy greeted me with "Hey! I couldn't sleep ... You?" I told her I just had to use the bathroom and thought I should go back to bed. This was the first time I had seen her, let along been alone with her, for a long time. It certainly was the first time since I told her I was attracted to her. I felt awkward, but if she did too she never let on. She told me to come and keep her company for a few minutes and motioned to sit on the sofa close to her. I thought it would be a good vantage point to sit and ogle her cute little feet with their red nails, so how could I refuse her offer?

We talked about nothing for a few minutes, and I realized that sitting next to her, where we both would have to turn a bit to look each other in the eye, made it easier to face her, because we weren't facing each other at all. Again, I was still half-asleep as I reasoned this out. I decided to guide the discussion towards her, so we could avoid talking about the feelings I had expressed for her. Anyway, our marriages, her pregnancy, and the fact that we both had kids made it all a safe fantasy. She knew I wouldn't make a play for her, and so did I (and my wife). - I had no idea if she had told her husband how I felt about her or not.

I asked Katy about her pregnancy, mentioning how she had told me on the phone how she was less enthusiastic and a little more concerned about changing from their comfortable existence this time around. She laughed she was too old to be doing all this again. I could only respond, "Then, I'm ancient!" I reminded her I was a couple years older than her. By this time I was really enjoying listening to her laugh, watching her cute feet, and wondering what was under that robe.

Katy picked up her mug to take a sip. She asked if I wanted something too, and I blurted out, "Don't move." I had to explain quickly that I meant in her condition I could get my own and that I was fine anyway. I didn't tell her how I was giving her the once over, of course. Suddenly, I realized my sleep pants were betraying my preoccupation with her body, as I had a big tent pole sticking up. I know she had looked far enough over to have seen it but hoped she hadn't.

Just then, Katy turned a little, drawing her legs up into the chair on the opposite side from where I sat to face me better. From that angle she must have noticed my condition. I had no idea what to do or say. I was too erect to shift my position to try to hide it. I would have had to tug on the front of my pants even to attempt that. I started to move a hand close to it but suddenly realized that might draw more attention to my hard cock, so I let my hand drop down next to the sofa.

My friend then asked how we were doing, life, work, love, parenthood, etc. I guess that meant either she was ignoring my condition or it wasn't as obvious as I thought it was. I always told her my troubles and problems, so I wasn't surprised she was asking about all these things. We even talked about our sex lives half-jokingly. Katy said they had been so busy with everything for a while that nothing much happened, until ... "Well, all it took was one time!" As she said this, Katy gestured towards her pregnant belly. She had told me before maybe a year ago that they were trying again, so I said something along the lines of all it takes is not trying for it to work. She laughed at that, and said, "Just my luck, one night of fun!"

Then, Katy went into her body-image issues. At first, I wasn't going to say anything, just listen. I knew whatever I said would sound biased to her now that she knew I had liked her for years. She did start asking my opinion though. How did I think she looked, fat? Did she look too old to be having another baby? She especially thought her face betrayed her age. Remember, Katy is petite and lean, so she is often mistaken for being much younger than she is. She always said only her face gave her away.

I mentioned that her bulky robe and the way Katy was sitting curled up in the chair made it hard to judge her appearance. With that she stood up, did a little modelesque twirl and faced me, putting her hands on her hips to reveal her figure. She turned to the side to show me her profile and pushed the robe in above and below her considerable bump.

I looked down at her feet and she pulled the robe up a bit to reveal her legs just up to above her knees, and she turned to face me again. "Am I huge?" she asked. I told her she wasn't and looked fine to me, just as good as during her first pregnancy. She laughed and plopped down beside me on the sofa. Her robe was open a little up to her thigh, and I tried to lean forward slightly as we talked to see if there was anything to see. As I did this, I realized I had forgotten all about my pants problem. I noticed then she was clearly looking at it! I tried to lean back and adjust myself to reduce how obvious it was she had me totally hard. I figured she already knew, but at least I could still be polite.

After an awkward silence, she laughed, "You really do like me, don't you?" Then to my total surprise she opened her robe a little further to reveal more thigh. "Would you really like to see? Would you like to look at this old pregnant lady?" And she bit her lip a little, as if surprised at her own brazenness.

Before I could protest against her self-criticism, I found myself murmuring, "Yeah."

Katy looked around, and as she did, she leaned forward to grab both my hands. When she did this, her hand and arm brushed across my pants and over my hard cock, because she wasn't really looking at what she was doing. As she gasped and said she was sorry, I instinctively said what I would to a child playing too rough, "Careful!"

My friend looked at me with concern and replied, "Awww, I'll try. I'll try to be gentle." We both laughed, and she put my hands on her robe as it lay barely still covering her legs. She undid the sash under her pregnant belly and looked at me and smiled, inviting me to bare her beautiful pregnant body!

I was breathing shallowly and was so very nervous, as I slowly pulled Katy's robe open to reveal first some white satin panties through which I could just make out her thick, dark bush. I was wishing her legs were apart so I could see more, but she kept them together. I continued pulling the robe slowly and saw her bulge. It was huge! She is so petite that she had no belly button left with all the stretching. This is exactly the way my wife said Katy had been during her first pregnancy. I never figured out how Allison got a chance to see Katy's pregnant tummy back then and I hadn't.

"Can I touch?" I asked.

"Yes." She neither smiled nor looked at me. Instead, Katy looked down at her own swollen belly as I slid my hands gently across it. She said she hadn't felt any kicking for a while now, and I should have seen her earlier that day. You could see the baby move without even having to feel it.

I just gasped again and whispered softly that I thought she truly looked very lovely and feminine. She could tell I was both aroused still and curious about her pregnant body. Her hands sort of trembled and she looked flustered as she mumbled, "You've already seen this much ..." And with that, she open the top of her robe and revealed her large swollen tits.

I panted a little now and could no longer control myself fully. Without asking or saying a thing, I instinctively lowered my mouth to her large, dark nipple as I continued to rub her belly. Katy giggled and said, "Well, you have seen me breastfeed!" After a pause, she continued in a serious tone, "I didn't really mean for you to ..." I knew she was right and I shouldn't be sucking her nipples. But it felt so right and warm and wonderful, so I just leaned over to reach her other breast, the one farther away from me. As I did, I rubbed my erection against her thigh, without really intended to do so. Katy let out a little moan, which is something I had always loved to hear her do, like when there was good food, but this was the first time I had ever heard her do it in a sexual context.

In truth, I didn't suck too long (or not long enough anyway, in my estimation), nor did I put my hands anywhere but where she had given me permission. I was tempted to try to feel how wet she was through her panties, but I decided she must not have wanted me to, as her legs were still closed when I raised myself back up from her breasts and looked. My hand continued making circles on her beautiful pregnant tummy.

Katy looked so vulnerable and sweet lying back on the sofa totally exposed like that. I really desperately wanted to kiss her, something I'd wanted to do for years, but I thought she wouldn't like it if I tried. Instead, after a few moments of me looking over her gorgeous body in the height of its feminine form, she asked me quietly, "Well, what do you think?"

It occurred to me then that this was no come on or invitation to play; Katy really wanted my impression of how she looked. I composed myself, sort of bit my lip, and told her what I really though: she was far more beautiful than I could have ever imagined. Yes, she was pregnant, I thought to myself, but gosh, she sure was gorgeous! Of course, her belly was huge and her tits looked unnaturally big for her petite frame, but that was how she was supposed to look right now. Seeing her smile at me as my response sunk in was just so sweet.

To my disappointment but not surprise, she started to cover herself up again with her robe. I asked her not to, said I was sorry for going so far earlier in kissing her breasts, and told her she might not think it was appropriate but I really, really, really wanted to look at her some more. I promised not to touch or "do anything," just to look. Katy said, "OK. Just look, ok?" I promised.

As I sat next to my good friend with her reclined back on the sofa, she looked at me and smiled. She was so cute! After a minute or two, Katy asked me, "Would you do something for me?"

"Sure, anything!"

"Would you take it out and cum for me?" Katy requested shyly, blushing as she said the last few words. I was totally shocked and thought I must have misheard. I asked if she meant she wanted me to masturbate in front of her, and she murmured, "Mmm-hmm," while nodding her head yes.

I didn't need to be asked twice, so I stood up and let my sleep pants and boxers fall to the floor. Katy giggled when she saw my Christmas boxers. For a second, I was very self-conscious, thinking she was laughing at me or my newly freed cock. "What?" I pleaded.

"I like your boxers," she replied pointing at them on the floor.

"Oh," I said feeling embarrassed.

For me, there was an indescribable feeling of freedom and naturalness being exposed in front of my friend Katy and having her lying nearly nude next to me on the sofa. I was so wishing something more would happen: she'd touch me or allow me to touch her, she'd use her sweet mouth on my prick or at least kiss me, she'd offer her breasts to me, this time without me taking any liberties, something, anything! But all she did was sit there and watch me, her gaze moving from my cock being slowly stroked by my hand to my eyes. At least, she smiled when she caught my glance. That made me feel good. I smiled back and told her again how beautiful she looked.

I really wanted to shoot my load on her, but I thought I had better not, unless she indicated she wanted me to. I was thinking it would be great to aim for her tits, perhaps getting to rub the head of my spurting prick on her nipples. Her legs looked soft and smooth too and would have been a great target. I really wanted to touch her legs and feet, just to run my free hand over them. I imagined for a minute putting my cock on her bare feet with her cute red toenails and covering them with cum. Then, I thought about putting it in Katy's mouth and her sucking up every drop. I was getting so close. Katy could tell too because I had really quickened my pace.

Then, I decided just to go for a little of what I was wishing for and put my free hand on her thigh. To make it clear I wasn't trying to touch her pussy I immediately started moving gently towards her knee. I had been sort of sitting back next to her, but now I leaned forward to let my hand continue down her leg. I stooped a bit and touched the side of her ankle. That was as far as I could reach, and it was hard to keep stroking myself as I bent over. Fortunately, that's all it took, just touching her, and I could feel my orgasm well up quickly from deep inside of me. I was trying to keep quiet, remembering everyone else was still asleep. I laid back and sort of groaned a little, and my load came squirting out and flew onto her thighs.

To my surprise, Katy didn't pull away or say anything about where my cum landed. She hadn't said anything about me touching her leg either. Katy let out another of her little delectable moans though, and I was in heaven hearing her. I was brought to my senses by her asking me to get some tissues for us to clean up. I handed her a few and she wiped my juices off her legs. Then, to my utter astonishment, Katy took a tissue, gently held my still-erect cock, and dabbed the cum off my head! I was still sensitive and laughed a bit as she did that. I also throbbed in her little hand.

She looked at me and smiled, "Was it good for you too?"

Of course, I was the one who got to release my tensions, not her, so we both laughed. I finally just blurted out what I had been thinking, "You're amazing, Katy!"

She replied, "Thanks. And thanks for doing me this favor."

I decided to push my luck a little and responded, "It was my pleasure, but can I ask you a favor too?" Katy nodded. "Can I touch your pretty little feet again?" She giggled and nodded.

"Do you like the polish?" My friend had no need to ask me, because I was already getting fully hard again as I ran my hands over both her feet and ankles. What I really wanted to do was hold her by the ankles, push her legs up to her pregnant tummy, and fuck her silly. But I knew I couldn't do that, nor should I even suggest it.

Katy asked me to help her up and held her hands out to me. It felt nice to hold her little hands, even if just for a moment. I looked over her body one last time, and she slowly closed her robe. Then, she looked at me, smiled, and told me I'd better get myself put back together and go back to bed. To my surprise, she puckered her lips and stretched to reach me, but I had to stoop down for her even to get close. I wasn't sure whether she meant to kiss me on the mouth or cheek, so I just aimed for her mouth to see what she'd do. We had a nice brief kiss, and Katy told me that she thought maybe she could sleep some more now too.

The next morning, she and I shared lots of looks and knowing smiles at breakfast. I know my wife suspected nothing, and her husband was generally clueless anyway, so I don't think he had any idea. After eating, my family piled back into the car and set off for our original destination. As we said goodbye at their door, Katy gave me a nice warm hug and said we should come back soon. I could hardly wait!



Christmas Surprise



I don't really call myself a writer, but I have to tell someone what my wife Stephanie did last Christmas. 

First, I'll tell you a little about her. We were college sweet-hearts and got married right after college. Steph is 28, and can still turn any guys head, but never did any modeling as far as I know. She has long curly brown hair, C cup breasts and a really cute face and curvy figure. She likes to run and stays really fit. She's not very tall, a little over 5', but that is perfect for me. I like girls that are petite. She has freckles, which some may not like, but I find it very cute and sexy. At least on her. I think its the face. I've always had a thing for girls who are cute in the face, so with the right face freckles are way hot. Guys always tell me I'm really lucky to have her and it turns me on when I find out a guy is attracted to her. 

She told me a story once about a guy in high school that told her she would look hot in leather. She was embarrassed but it turned me on like hell. But, despite her looks she's totally loyal to me. She never really wanted to date around even when I wanted to. 

Well, we got married and she has best wife I could imagine. Except that she is very conservative when it comes to sex. She grew up in a very traditional home and while I like to fantasize, most of those fantasies are ones she would never do. At least I get to fuck a bombshell, and the sex is really good, and I know I should be content with that. Anyway, here's what happened. 

It all started about a month before Christmas. Steph told me she was planning a sexual gift for me and wanted to know how naughty she should be on a scale of 1 to 5. She had some options about how do to this and she didn't want to go too far or too little. She knew I liked to fantasize but said this was for real so I had to be careful about what I asked for. 

"How about 10?," I asked. 

"No, Doug. Seriously, I have it all mapped from 1 to 5. 1 is sexy. 2, I tease you like crazy. 3 is super-hot. 4 is really naughty and a bit kinky and with 5, well, I feel like a slut. But I'm going to leave it up to you. Its your gift. You pick."

I swallowed hard, my dick starting to swell. She never used the word "slut", in reference to her. She didn't like the idea of being a slut, and I'd learned not to use the word in my fantasies. She is very straight-laced. I figured she didn't want me to pick 5.

"But I don't really know what I'm choosing," I protested.

"Well, this isn't it, but #1 would be like I was wearing a really sexy low-cut top out on a date just to drive you crazy, and #2 would be like I take it off while we we're driving in the car to show you my sexy bra."

I start to breath heavily. "And 5?"

"5 would be incredibly naughty and distasteful to me.  I'd probably be too embarrassed to do it, and would revert to #4. But I'd really want to do it to turn you on, and to fulfull one of your darker fantasies. You would have to suffer the consequences, no matter what they were and I would assume no responsibility for what you made me do."

That really surprised me. I couldn't imagine what fantasy it could be that she would actually go through with. I confess that I hardly considered the consequences for her. I didn't hesitate. "Then I choose 5!"

Her expression darkened a little. "Are you sure???  3 or 4 are really good choices. You may like them better, in the long run. Please re-consider. Remember, 5 is kind of over-the-top."

"If you already knew what you wanted, why did you ask?"

She smiled and touched my crotch which was already hard. "I'll give you what you asked for. I hope you like it, sweetheart. Have fun with your imagination in the meantime."

With that, the conversation was over. And so was the sex for a long time. I wasn't able to get any more out of her except that I would find out on Christmas. She enjoyed every minute for a while, knowing I was going crazy thinking about it.  After a couple of weeks, her demeanor changed a little. She told me she didn't want me to ask any more, and that she wanted just to show me on Christmas. So I dropped it, but I couldn't take my mind off of her and what she was going to do. And she didn't seem to want me to go near her at all. I decided she was offended, and started to feel bad, until one night she came on to me like a wild beast. We had the greatest sex ever, and just when I was tempted to ask her again about her gift something made me think twice and I shut up. 

I had no idea what to get her. I decided to go non-sexual and got her jewelry. That turned out great, on Christmas day. I highly recommend jewelry, if you ever wonder what to get your wife or girlfriend.

Anyway, on Christmas morning we got up and she said she had to get ready. I freshened up as well and came into wait for her, thinking if it was a sexy gift I'd better be prepared. She took a long time and came out wearing some very sexy Christmas lingerie. I know, I should describe the way it showed her nipples right through the red see-through front and narrowed to thin lacy patch in the front showing off her sexy hips and letting her trimmed triangle of pussy hair show through a little, or talk about the way it was a thong in the back and showed off the lone freckle that lived on her toned ass, but I won't. I won't mention the cute little choker that went with it, or the lace stockings and gloves that went with it. I want to get to the good part.

She went over the bookshelf and pulled out a large envelope that she had hidden. She knelt in front of me and handed me the envelope.

"I'm really nervous. I'm sorry if you don't like it. I really wanted to do something special for you. Please forgive me. I'll explain as you go."

I opened the envelope and pulled out a stack of 8x10 glossy photos, matt-finish, of professional quality. When I saw the top photo, I caught my breath. There was Steph, wearing a sexy Santa outfit. The kind made out of rich velvet, dark red with white fur around the edges. Not anything cheap looking. And it was way hot. The top was an over the shoulder thing that barely covered the top of her breasts and showed off her gorgeous abs. And from the angle, you could see the underside of one of her boobs. It was obvious she wasn't wearing a bra. A tiny skirt, again with the white fur, went barely past her butt. She was leaning over in a provocative pose, wearing rich red lipstick and her hair looked like it was professionally primped and curled, flowing over her back. 

"Who took these?!"

"I told Lori (one of her less inhibited girl friends) I wanted to do something to turn you on and she said she knew a guy who was turning his photography hobby into a business, and had done some tasteful glamour shots that she had seen that were really good."

"So there is a guy behind the camera when you took this!?" This is one of the fantasies I had shared with her while we were having sex.

"Yes, honey." She sounded apologetic. "He had an assistant, so I knew I wouldn't be alone with him. But I knew it would turn you on to have another guy take pictures of me like this. Do you mind?" 

"No, of course not. I can hardly wait though."

She placed her hand on my crotch and started pulling down my pants.  "This is just the teaser. I want you to be really turned on before you see the rest of them. Don't look just yet." I could hardly restrain myself from looking through them all while she was busy playing with me. But next thing I knew she was sucking on my cock, and it felt incredibly good to have her lips and tongue sensually making love to my dick while I pored over her sexy legs, and the skirt revealing just the edge of her butt.

"This is #1", she proclaimed, referring to her previous scale.

"I wonder if you have anything on under that skirt."

She stopped for a second to answer. "It's a G-string. John, the photographer, told me to bend over a little for the next shot. Go ahead and see."

I whipped off the first picture and stared in shock at my wife's backside. It wasn't crude, but very hot. She had flipped her skirt up a little and it showed off her ass. Her other hand was pulling up her top a little and covering her nipple so you could see plenty of breast but no areola.

"Oh my God!" I gasped.

"This is #1,' she said calmly. "You now have to see the consequences of your choice. Don't say I didn't warn you. It could have been more like this, but you insisted that I go to 5, remember?"

"Of course I remember.." I mumbled. If this was #1, I couldn't imagine #3, let alone #5. What had she done!?

"How do I know there was really a man taking the pictures?"

"You just have to trust me on that one for now. But later, you can call him and ask him yourself if you want. What Lori failed to tell me, the little wench, is that John likes to take erotic nudes that were, well, a bit less than tasteful." She paused for a minute, to let the idea sink in. "He was rather charming and encouraged me to go to the next step. I couldn't believe how wet he made me by talking about my body and how beautiful it was."

Her words had the desired effect. I started touching myself.

"No, you can't touch yourself yet. I want you to make it to the end."

"Can I see the next picture?" 

"Maybe..." she whined. She was toying with me. "Tell me you want me to show him my breasts. Say you want me to, honey. I need to hear you say to show John my perky tits."

I couldn't believe my ears. My conservative wife, who had never been with another man before, was talking like a hot slut.

"Stephanie. I want you to show him your breasts. Completely, and fully and without reservation. Let him look at your nipples and for as long and as close as he wants to."

"Good." She grinned. "You can turn to the next picture, now."

She had on the same outfit, but this time she was turned totally to the camera, and was holding up her furry top to her neck with one hand, revealing her breasts in all their glory. Her tongue was touching her lips in a very erotic pose, and her other hand held her skirt to her crotch. "John said you would like this, and he said it turned him on too."

I couldn't breathe.

"We're not done yet. Lori also didn't tell me that his assistant was an older man. Jack is in the room for all of these, too, gawking over my body."

I was shaking now.

"Tell me you still love me, your naughty little wife who just wanted to make you happy and do what you asked."

"I love you more than ever."

"Good. Did I mention Jack set up a video camera and taped the whole session? You can watch it later."

"Holy shit! I can't wait." 

"Now, you have to see what you made me do. It turns out they really wanted me to get a bit kinky with the photos. I seriously didn't want to go this far with it but they were pretty persuasive."

"Really?? Let me see." 

"You've seen #2, now look at #3." I felt the stack of photos. It was much heavier than 6 pictures. This was going to be a wild ride.

The next photo put me in cardiac arrest. Jack, it turns out, was dressed in a Santa outfit complete with a jolly fat stomach, beard, and a Santa chair like you would see in the mall. My sexy wife was sitting topless on his lap with her skirt pulled up. Lipstick on his cheek, probably staged, showed that Jack had been anointed by a kiss and best of all his hand, complete with white glove, was grabbing her butt. I couldn't believe my eyes.

"John and Jack had to do a lot of coaxing for that one. I didn't expect the hand grab, but I was too turned on to protest at this point. See, I knew that if I ever went along with one of your fantasies I would get too aroused and would go too far with it. I've always been afraid of what might happen. Now you will find out."

That sounded incredibly ominous and exciting. My heart was pounding in my chest to see my little angel being grabbed by this older guy. How had he turned her on?  He really looked the part of Santa.

"Oh, did I ever tell you the thought of being with an older man makes me hot?"

"Was he really that fat, or is he wearing a fat suit?"

"He is really very overweight. Since you are so thin, I was kind of curious what it would be like to feel a big round stomach like his. Kind of squishy. And John is, well, hot. After showing off my breasts, I'm sorry to say I wanted to do them both. All my reservations broke down. I'm sorry, honey. I'm the slut you always wanted."

"What!?"

"Well, you said you wanted me to go to 5. I'm not saying anything more until you see #4".

I turned the page, visibly shaking. She said #4 would be naughty and she didn't lie. She was kneeling before Santa, stripped completely naked with her legs open enough to see her trimmed pussy. Santa's suit was down around his knees and his coat was opened to reveal a really fat stomach. Her hand was around the base of his dick and her tongue was pressed against his bulging cock head like she was mid-lick!! She had to bend down pretty far to get under his round belly. Her perky breasts were hanging, nipples erect and visible to the camera. I normally would be disgusted to see a fat man naked, but this was so incredibly kinky I couldn't take my eyes off of it. My wife was pleasuring this fat man, and from what she said she enjoyed it. Oh, and Santa, I mean Jack, was holding a make-shift sign over her that said "Very Naughty, but Nice."

I looked at Steph in astonishment. "Please kiss me. Please, still love me," she begged. I kissed her a long time. I told her it was the most amazing gift I could have imagined.

"You are one sick bastard, but I love you."  She said. "This turns you on, but the sad thing is I really wanted it at the time. Now it kind of makes me sick."

"Please don't feel bad. It really excites me. I love you more than ever, and I can't wait to fuck you."

"You still have more pictures to go. You don't know what I turned into."

"There's more than this!?"

"Look at the rest. This was only #4... Of course, I didn't actually plan to blow the guy for #4. My numbers got escalated. The next is #5. Needless to say, I didn't back down.any. Take it all in. This is what you asked for, with all those years of fantasies. When you are tired of the pictures, you can look at your slut wife on the video, and talk to the guys that did it. I'm a slut. I'm your little slut wife now. I hope you are happy with what I've become."

The next picture didn't disappoint. John, who was very tall and muscular was humorously enough dressed as an elf. He must have set the camera on time release, or had some kind of remote, because he was in most of the rest of the shots. Stephanie was laying stretched out on her back against a stuffed reindeer with her legs spread open for the camera showing her wet pussy. I couldn't believe the sculpted look of her stomach stretched out this way. Santa, fully naked except for his Santa hat and boots, was putting his dick into Stephie's hot little mouth. And John was squeezing one breast while he sucked on another. 

"Keep going," Stephie demanded.

The next pictures were a series where she kneeled on Santa's lap, still naked, with her breasts buried in his face and he was squeezing them hard. Then she slipped down to sit on his lap, but I felt sure she wasn't actually fucking him, and was leaning back in what looked like ecstasy. John's pants were down for the last one, and she was holding John's dick like she was jacking him off while Santa's dick was held right next to her pussy. I was in shock. 

"I told them about your fantasies and they said they would make you regret what you asked me to do. They said I had gone this far, so why not go all the way."

"All the way??"

"I told them I had never been with another man. They told me it was high time I found out what I was missing. They said you would want it, said it sounded like you were the 'cuckold' type. I never even heard of that term before."

I had indeed read cuckold stories for a long time and hoped for something like that, but never dreamed Stephie would consider such a thing.

"They made me feel sexy and hot. I wanted them. I wanted to fuck them both. You gave me the excuse and got me there. I would never have done it without you asking for your fantasies all the time and telling me to go to #5 with this."

"Wouldn't have done it?"

"Oh I did it alright. Go ahead and look. They fucked me every way to Sunday. I was sore for days, I couldn't come near you for a while, remember? My pussy bled, Doug, and my breasts were clawed and scratched. God, they made me feel good. John is so hot and sexy. He's got a better body than you and his dick is huge. Doug, I lusted after it. I wanted him to touch and kiss me. Look, Doug. Look at him fuck me. Look at it now!"

I obeyed. She pulled out the photos and made me stare. She turned my head and made me look at her kissing John fully on the lips, while he inserted his dick into her pussy. Jack had apparently gotten on the camera and did close ups of her pussy lips wrapped around his dick. She kissed Jack, too. and felt his fat stomach. She lay on top of him (fortunately no under him, he would have crushed her), and rode him like a wild animal, bouncing her tits against his blubber and getting his dick all the way into her pussy. Then she was stretched out by both of them, while they spread her legs and muscular John fucked her, sweat streaming down his face and body while she sucked Jack's balls. I couldn't take my eyes off of it all. I started shaking and crying. It was very emotional.

"I had so many orgasms I lost count. I let them do whatever they wanted to me. They cumm'ed all over my face and breasts. I licked up every drop I could.  It's in the last picture."

And so it was. 

"I want them again, honey. I want to be your little slut now. It's turning me back on to talk about it. I'll do absolutely anything you want.  Make me be bad, Doug. Make me fuck John again. I'll let you fuck me, but I really want John. Call him up and see when he can come over. Tell me to do him while you watch."

I looked at my loving wife, and knew she meant it.



Christmas Surprise



I wandered around the brightly lit room, mingling with my husband's family members, laughing at their corny jokes and generally pretending to have a good time. In reality though, I was not exactly the happiest girl on Earth. My eyes kept wandering to the military ornaments that covered mys' Christmas tree. My husband was supposed to have come home three days ago, in time for this party and our baby girl's fourth Christmas. He had been stationed across seas for her first three. I smiled half-heartedly as Cheyenne ran up to me.

"Mommy, Gramma says there's a big s'prise for me tonight" she said excitedly.

I stroked her long strawberry blonde hair and smiled down at her. I had no clue what the surprise was but I was sure if it was from my husband, Cade's, mother, that it would make my daughter extremely happy. I glanced over at my mother, Misty and she winked at me, smiling. I smiled back at her.

The next hour passed excruciatingly slow. The family was acting very happy and care-free and I tried to play along with them. I knew they missed Cade just as much as I did, so I figured I should be enjoying this get-together just as much as they were.

"Cheyenne, honey?" Misty said finally. "Would you like your surprise now?"

Cheyenne, of course, squealed in delight at the thought of a Christmas present a day early. 

"Well, its out in the garage, you will have to go see what it is," Misty told Cheyenne.

My mind automatically flitted to the bike my daughter had been begging for all year and I smiled at the thoughtfulness of the gift. Cheyenne raced out the garage door to find her gift. We all followed at a slower pace. I didn't hear the shriek of excitement I had expected, so I sped up my pace, walked out the door, and stopped. Dead in my tracks. I couldn't move.

There in the middle of the empty garage stood my husband, with our baby girl wrapped tightly in his arms. We had not seen him in over thirteen months. I immediately had tears pouring down my face. My knees felt weak as I rushed over to my family.

Cade's arm wrapped tightly around my waist as I flung my own arms around him and my daughter. I was openly sobbing, as was my daughter. I kept hearing her constantly repeating his name.

"Daddy? Daddy... Daddy?" she said. 

It was like she couldn't believe he was really here, in her arms. I couldn't believe it either to be honest. I pulled my face away from his now soaked fatigues to look up into his handsome face. He was still every bit as gorgeous as he had always been. He had tears flowing from his eyes as well as he stared down at me.

"My girls..." he muttered before kissing our daughter's hair and leaning down to kiss me deeply on my mouth.

"God, I've missed you both so much," he said into my ear as he crushed me to his body again, still holding our little girl in his arms.

All I could do was nod; I was sobbing too hard to say anything. Finally I contained my sobs long enough to give my daughter a genuine smile, which she returned. I had never seen my little girl so ecstatic.

I looked back at Cade and grinned.

"I love you" I said, my voice barely audible and he whispered it right back.

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*Three Hours Later*

We walked into our home, Cade holding a sleeping Cheyenne in his arms. She had finally passed out once we got into the truck. I stood in the door frame, watching as my tough soldier placed our daughter so gently into her bed that it, once again, brought tears to my eyes. He dropped a light kiss on her cheek before walking towards me and pulling the door shut behind us. 

As soon as we were in the hallway, Cade had me in his arms, kissing me with a passion that I had never experienced before. Cade and I had never been apart for this long before. His other tours across seas had been interrupted with small trips home, making it not quite as bad.

In one graceful move, Cade swung me up into his arms, without breaking the kiss. My arms were wrapped tightly around his neck as he walked us into our bedroom and placed me on the bed. I didn't even let go then; Cade followed me down onto the bed, still kissing me.

I unlaced my fingers from his neck and trailed them down to his shirt, which I began to unbutton. I could feel his muscles quivering under my hands as I undid the buttons. His own hands were working my sweater up, and I stopped unbuttoning long enough for him to take it off over my head.

I got the last button undone just as he unclasped my bra and we both paused to shrug out of each garment. My hands were on his chest just as his large hands cupped my breast. I moaned at his touch and felt him smile beneath my lips. I was absolutely wild with the need to touch his whole body so I began to work on undoing his pants.

It took him no time at all to undo my skirt and he chuckled at my obvious frustration, batting my hand away to undo his own pants. I smiled and leaned down, placing a kiss on his sculpted chest. Soon we were both completely naked, our undergarments discarded on the floor in a flurry of movement.

I rolled on top of Cade, smiling down at him as I did so. My thighs were straddling his hips and I could feel his penis standing proudly beneath me. I rolled my hips some, grinding my own wet sex against him and Cade growled softly in his throat. His big hands came up to grip my waist in them, spanning halfway around my petite body. He slowly slid his hands up my sides and cupped my breasts in his palms. 

Leaning up, Cade latched his mouth onto first one and then the other, making me arch my back and moan softly. I reached my hand between my own legs and wrapped it around his cock. Slowly I slid my hand up and down his length, and then began picking up the pace. Cade's stomach muscles rippled with every stroke and I smiled down at him. He brought one hand up to my pussy and began to slide a large finger in and out of me. With every stroke my body quivered and I whimpered softly.

Cade's other hand came down and gripped my wrist softly, pulling my hand off of his cock. 

"I need to be inside of you, my love," he said in a rough whisper and I nodded my agreement.

Cade slowly lowered me back to the bed and moved on top of me. He tenderly reached down and tucked my hair behind my ears, smiling.

"I want to be able to see your gorgeous face," he said softly, making me smile brightly but bringing tears to my eyes.

Slowly, Cade pressed his hard length into me. It had been so long. My pussy was deliciously tight around his cock. Cade let out a low groan and his head fell to my shoulder where kissed me softly. He began to move in and out of my body, kissing me softly from my eyelids to my throat and back. 

My hands clutched at Cade as we moved together. I dug my fingers into his shoulder, my head rolling back in pleasure. I could feel my pussy pulsing around his cock as he moved faster within me. I could also feel his cock pulsing inside of me at the same time.

I whimpered softly, looking up into Cade's grey eyes.

"I can't last much longer, honey," I whispered and his eyes glazed over in passion.

"Let go, baby, let go..." he muttered as he reached down to flick at my clit lightly.

This threw me over the edge and I cried out in release. I felt Cade stiffen above me and he let out a low groan as he pumped hard into me three more times. His fingers were gripping the sheets on either side of my head as he released himself within me.

"Oh God," I whispered, over and over again.

I heard Cade chuckle in between ragged breaths. He reached over and brushed my hair out of my eyes once again, then leaned down and kissed my nose, making me giggle like a little girl again.

"I can't believe you are here..." I whispered.

"I wouldn't have it any other way..." he whispered back, glancing at the alarm clock.

It read: 12:01 AM. December 25, 2009. 

"Merry Christmas, baby," he said as he kissed me again.



Christmas Surprise



Tonight was the night of the dreaded office Christmas party. The best thing about Christmas is getting away from the mugs at work for a few weeks, but for some reason society says we have to celebrate with them! But, I digress. I'm at my office Christmas party with my wife, and I figure the only upside of being here is that my wife might be a little tipsy and I might get my weekly dose of sex... If I'm lucky. Hell, maybe she'll finally let me fuck her ass. Speaking of my wife, despite her being a complete prude in the bedroom she looked sexy as hell tonight. She was wearing a little black dress which showed a little bit of cleavage and a lot of leg, highlighted by high heels and seamed stockings. She had the attention of quite a few of my male colleagues and there was an orderly queue to dance with her. 

I didn't mind so much that she was dancing with other guys since I had the office slut, Grace, all over me on the dance floor. I'm pretty sure I'm the only guy she hasn't bedded in the whole office so she was making me her special project for the night. Grace was trying all sorts of dirty tricks on me, grinding her pussy on my leg, pushing her boobs into my chest. 

I got pretty hard from all the teasing and decided to go find my wife and see if she wanted to go home for the same naughty reasons Grace had put in my head. For the life of me, I couldn't find her anywhere and I was so damn hard I decided to get some relief in the men's toilets, so I purposefully went a floor up in the hope that I wouldn't get caught.I went into a cubicle, locked my self in, sat down, lowered my pants and started thinking about that slut Grace's pussy. Picturing her ass in that impossibly tight skirt she was wearing and the way her braless nipples poked against her thin blouse. 

Pre-cum was pouring out of my dick before my hand abruptly stopped by reflex. The door to the bathroom had just opened and I was trying to stay as still as humanly possible.I heard the sound of a woman giggling and assumed that it was Grace, and she had followed me here to catch me jacking off and use it as an excuse to blackmail me into fucking her. Bitch. Just as I had that thought I heard a mans voice say: "No ones gonna find us here baby." It sounded like they were kissing and I heard the guys pants hit the floor, then I started hearing slurping noises and figured the girl must be sucking the guy's cock. It must be Grace with one of the girls husbands, I thought. Teasing bitch. My thoughts were again interrupted by the guy's voice: "Let me fuck that pussy." Holy fuck! the guy sounded like my boss, surely my boss isn't fucking Grace in the OFFICE bathroom at the OFFICE Christmas party? 

Loud smacking noises started as the guy started fucking her, I imagined doggy style over the sink.My hand was still on my dick and it 'involuntarily' started moving up and down my shaft to the rhythm of my boss fucking Grace. She was moaning like a crazy whore. I heard a second smacking noise and a little yelp from the slut. This happened a couple more times and I caught on to what was happening. He was spanking her ass! That was so hot. This was better than porn! I was nearing the edge when I heard my boss say "I wanna cum in your ass."

"YES! Fuck my ass, take my last virginity!" The girl eagerly moaned

"Haha, you never been fucked there before, you're gonna be so tight!"

I heard the soap dispenser being pushed multiple times and realised my boss was going to use as lube.There was a long pause, which ended with Grace painfully declaring "it hurts..." My boss simply ignored her and started forcing it in and out, as I could tell from her grunting. I swear my dick had never been so hard, I wish so much that I could be able to fuck my wife in the ass but this will have to do as a substitute, jacking my dick off to the sound of the office slut getting her asshole fucked.My boss really started pummelling her, the sink counter was literally shaking. In a striking contrast to a few minutes earlier the girl started panting "it's so fucking good, fuck my ass with that fat cock!"That tipped my boss over the edge as he yelled "I'm cumming!!" which too pushed me over the edge as I shot my cum onto the floor of the bathroom stall.I heard the two fuckers put their clothes back on and leave the bathroom and I got out to wash my cum covered hands.

This is gonna be a wank I remember for a long time I remember thinking before I saw a handbag on the floor.I thought better of picking it up and returning it since my boss and Grace would figure out I was there. Just as I was about to leave the bathroom the woman came back to get her hand bag, and there it hit me. The sight of my wife at the doorway, ladders in her stockings, tits half hanging out, lipstick a mess. It wasn't Grace who was just fucked in every hole by my boss in the office bathroom it was my wife. Holy. Fucking. Shit.



Christmas Surprise



It was Christmas day, and I was just outside the door of my Master and Mistress' house. I had come to surprise them with a few day visit, but what I had completely forgotten about was that they were having friends over today! My heart was racing as I knocked on the door. Maybe with company over nothing would happen, but I wasn't to entirely sure. The door opened and there stood Mistress as she gives me this confused look. All I could muster up was a small smile and a wave, my nerves already getting the best of me. I could hear people laughing inside and I was starting to shake. Master's voice calls out from the other room, asking who it was. My eyes watch her face as she gives me a devilish grin.

"Why it's our little slave girl!" The voices seem to quiet at once as my face starts to burn. She steps aside so I can walk in and go past her and as I walk by her, she whispers in my ear that I still had to follow all of the rules. I gasp quietly as I pause mid-step. How was I suppose to go through with this?! There were people here and I just, no! I couldn't! I hear the click of the door closing as my fate is sealed and she walks past me, reminding me that the longer I took would make my punishment even more severe. Watching her leave, I dropped my stuff off by the doorway and with very shaky fingers started to strip. I had such a hard time with the button on my jeans that it took me a few minutes to even get them undone. The clock was ticking and I could hear the quiet murmurs of the people talking but I just couldn't move any faster. 

Finally what felt like decades, I had removed all of my clothing and was standing there naked. I shivered as I tried to will up the courage to face those people that I knew were waiting. Before I even took my first step I remembered something very important and quickly knelt down to grab my collar from my bag. I had yet to forget the precious thing and I wasn't about to forget now, even if I was scared and wanting to die of embarrassment. Quietly I made my way to where I knew my Master was sitting, but I paused in the doorway as soon as I saw the room full of people. What looked to me was a hundred people was in reality only about five or so. The chatter that was going on stopped as people noticed me standing there in the doorway, naked. My face was burning and I cast my gaze to the ground. Quickly I made my way over to my Master and knelt down in front of him, leaving my collar on his lap. 

I could hear him chuckle slightly as he ran his hand through my hair. "What a nice surprise my little slut. Though I'm thinking you forgot about my little party didn't you?" I mumbled back a yes sir, and that rewarded me with my hair being pulled causing me to yelp out in pain. "I didn't hear you, you little slut."

"Yes Master! I'm sorry Master!" I cried out. With my cry, he let go of my hair and quickly put my collar around my neck. 

"Now, turn and face our guests who I'm sure would love to get a very good look at you." I turned slowly to face them, my face burning worse than it had before. My pussy was dripping wet and I couldn't believe how my body was betraying the fact that I was actually enjoying this a lot. My Mistress' voice breaks through my thoughts and tells me that maybe I should spread my legs some and start playing with my pussy. 

I hesitate a moment as I stare at all of them, some of them even look like they are drooling. My legs spread slightly as my fingers reach between them and start to rub my clit. I was so wet and it amazed me just how wet I was. My fingers started to rub faster, and my eyes started to close as I enjoyed the feelings that I was having. I was so close to the brink, so very close when my arms were yanked behind my back and handcuffs quickly put on them. With no warning I was pulled up by my ponytail and bent over the chair so my ass was showing to everyone.

"Now, as your punishment for taking so long in presenting yourself to us, you will receive ten lashes with the cane." Mistress said as she showed off the cane to the guests. I could hear one of them make a bad pun about how I was to be candy caned, but before I could groan in protest of the pun, the first mark of the cane went upon my ass and I cried out. 

"Count each one you receive!" Master's voice called out and I weakly called out one as I tried to catch my breath. With each one that I received, I counted and by the end of the ten I had a few tears streaming down my face. As soon as it was over, I could feel my Master's hands caressing my abused ass. "You did very well my pet, now you can get your reward. Everyone wants to feel you and your mouth. Now go make your rounds and maybe they'll even make you cum." 

Just as I was about to go crawl around on all fours to greet all the guests, I was quickly startled awake. Looking around, I realized that I was still at home in my bed. It was all just a dream, but it was a very pleasant dream to start out my Christmas day. If only the dream had been real, but I don't think it would ever happen. Grabbing my phone, I quickly texted my Master and Mistress a Merry Christmas and to tell them about the amazing dream I just had. I love Christmas!