0 comments/ 85044 views/ 4 favorites An Angel For Christmas By: Samuari Our sex life had gone downhill with our income Cathy and I had been married for just a couple of years. I had lost the good job that I landed out of college the summer before. I finally found work two weeks before Christmas. It didn't pay nearly as much as my old one and I had the graveyard shift as well Its Christmas morning and I'm coming home tired, sweaty, and feeling a little inadequate because I have just a box of chocolates to give my honey. I open the door to find Cathy kneeling on the floor, naked. Well... not quite. She has on the dog collar, and ankle and wrist cuffs that we used to play around with. There is a folded sheet of paper between her bright red lips. I reach down and pull the paper from her mouth, and this is what I found: Dear Sam, For this Christmas, I'm giving you me. I really miss those days in college when you would be so turned on you couldn't wait. You would call me your "angel", and drag me into a handy closet, or bathroom; any place that was at least a little private, and fuck me so good. Or you would have me suck you off, and I would have to be careful to swallow it all, so that it did not stain my dress. Those were the days, and I want them back. Do you remember that 'fishing' trip that we took with your frat brothers; the one where there were supposed to be four couples, and all the girls chickened out but me? It turned into the most intense sex party that I've ever been to. I walked funny for a week afterwards. The girls that didn't go wouldn't talk to me for a long time, either. You wouldn't let me get dressed for the whole week. I did get a nice all- over tan out of the deal. That was first time that I ever had two guys at once. What a wonderful week! Tell me, "Angel, get your ass over here to get fucked", and I'll be bent over, spreading my cheeks wide. Tell me " Angel, give that trucker a show", and I'll be stripping out of my clothes, and pinching my nipples to make them hard. Tell your friends to call me "Angel" and I"LL be on my knees with my mouth open, ready to suck their long cocks better than any whore that they ever bought on the street. But I'll be doing it for you. "Angel" will be our code word to put me into "slut mode", where I'll do anything you tell me to. Expose myself in public, suck your friends off, fuck you in a parking lot, whatever you want, I'll do. Just call me "Angel". All My Love, Cathy I was floored! Never in my wildest dreams had I ever imagined anything like this! I looked down at her. She was trembling! My darling was afraid that I would be displeased. There is only one thing to do with a gift like this and that is use it. "Angel, use your mouth to unfasten my pants." She leaned into my crotch, and grasped my belt in her teeth and gently puled it out of the buckle. The tongue gave her a little trouble, but she was finally able to get it undone. She pulled the zipper down next, but that proved to be a mistake, as it made the button to hard to do. So she had to zip my fly closed, before she could get the button open, and then she was finally able to lower the zipper, pull my pants down. If there is any sight more erotic (that's not really sexual) then watching your slut's teeth work the buttons and belt of your pants; I don't know what it is. "Now take my cock out, and get me hard." Never taking her hands from her knees, or her eyes from mine, she moved forward enough to capture my cock with her pretty lips. She slowly worked it around her mouth, getting it very wet, chewing gently, until it was hard enough to actually begin fucking it with her mouth. Man, did she look good! Her bright red lips were stretched over my member, spreading lipstick up and down the invader in her face, her bright eyes locked on mine as she worked to give me pleasure. When I was good and hard, (harder than I had been in a very long time), I stroked the side of her cock engorged face and said, "Angel, I'm going to fuck your ass. Turn around and stick it up here." Immediately she spun around, and assumed the position, with her ass high and her cheeks spread. I lined up to her anus and found that she had already lubed herself to get ready for me. I slid easily into her tight, firm ass. I could feel the whole length of my cock being gripped by her body, her muscular ring gripping me really hard. She moaned, and started to convulse in her orgasm. As she came she brought me with her and I dumped my sperm into her anus, giving her a sperm enema. I withdrew with a loud 'POP' and looked down at my brown-streaked member. "Angel, we have dirtied my cock." She spun around and lovingly began to lick her shit off of me. I knew then that she really meant it She would do any depraved thing that I could think of. She was ready to take my load of cum anywhere I put it; do anything that I asked of her. I could hardly wait! An Angel for Christmas Ch. 2 In our last segment, my lovely wife Cathy had given me herself to me for Christmas as a sex slave. Calling her Angel would put her into slut mode, where she would do anything I asked: willingly, enthusiastically, and immediately. God she looked sexy kneeling there! Her tongue tenderly finished cleaning my cock. I reached down, pulled her to her feet, and kissed her deeply. She melted into me, pressing her full length against my sweaty body; hooking her arms under mine then up to my shoulders, puling us as close together as possible. I stroked her hair, and asked her, "How long is 'Angel' going to stay? " "Cathy is not an Indian-giver. So I'll be here as long as you want me. Do you want me to bath you first and then feed you? Or are you very hungry?" "I think that a shower will do me a world of good, and you can fix breakfast while I'm cleaning up." Angel stiffened a little, and hung her head and nodded. "What is the matter?" I asked. "I was hoping to bath you. I know that I will do a very good job, and I do like taking care of you. It won't take me any time at all to get breakfast together and that way I won't have to leave you." Showering with Cathy is good, clean, fun, and sometimes downright athletic. Angel was more like a wet dream, and yet relaxing at the same time. I came out of my bath refreshed and aroused. Angel saw my erection and dropped to her knees and began to worship it. "Angel, what are you doing? Its breakfast time, girl." She gave me a playful frown, and fairly bounced into the kitchen. I put on a bathrobe, picked up the newspaper, and went to the table to wait. I found a steaming mug of coca waiting for me. In ten minutes she brought out a green chile and bacon omelet smothered in salsa, two warm tortillas were on another plate. After setting the meal down before me she gracefully dropped to her knees beside my chair. I was confused. "Aren't you eating with me?" "My Lord will give me what he thinks that I need," She responded nipples erect, and eyes flashing. I reached down and twisted a nipple just enough to bring out a moan from her. It was very good, and gave Angel a bite every two or three of mine, if I remembered. When I was through, I stood up, and started for the bedroom. Angel was a step behind me; She somehow had found time to turn the bed back and had sprayed the sheets with her perfume. She held the robe for me, and helped me into bed. She crawled between my legs and began to lick and suck me until I was very hard. "Angel, get on that cock and ride!" She smiled and lowered her cunt on to my now slick erection. She started with a rocking motion, but soon leaned over me so that I had access to her nipples. I sucked on them, in turn, until they were inch long spikes, angel continued to fuck me. As I approached orgasm, she climbed off of my cock, and resumed sucking it. I came in torrents into her mouth. A little escaped and ran down her chin, and dripped onto her tit. It looked so sexy! I fell asleep with that as my last thought, and slept better than I had in ages. I awakened to the smells of turkey roasting, the traditional Christmas dinner. I had the erection that I get when I awake, and then there was the soft, warm, moist feel of Angel's lips around my rapidly growing pole. When I opened my eyes, she looked up at me and said, "Hi, Sleepy Head. Diner's ready, do you want to eat or be eaten? I'm hungry for both!" "Get that cunt up here, I'll show you hungry!" She spun around and planted her pussy on my face like she intended to grow a garden there. She was really turned on! She ground that cunt into my face, her juices flowing faster than I could lick them up. I put my tongue out, tried to stiffen it to be like a little cock, but she pushed against it so hard that it was all that I could do to swallow the fluids pouring out of her cunt. When she came down, we held each other, cuddled, and then went in to dinner. Once again there was just one place set at the table. "Cathy, go put something on and set yourself a place, we need to talk." She frowned at me, but did as I asked. "What did I do wrong?" She asked as she sat down wearing one of my white dress shirts with a single button holding it together. "Cathy, are you sure about this? Do you want to do this gig occasionally, or all the time? These are really uncharted waters for me. I never considered anything even remotely like this." "Well I've been thinking about it for weeks, and I really want to give it a try. We haven't had sex this good in months, so something must be working. I hadn't really thought about staying Angel all the time, but that does sound exciting!" Her eyes sparkled, and I could see her nipples swell, at the thought. "What if we try it for a week, and see what happens?" She stood up, unbuttoned the shirt, and shrugged her shoulders so that it floated off leaving her naked. Then she knelt at my feet, smiling. To Be Continued... An Angel for Christmas Ch. 3 In the last segment, Cathy, my lovely wife, had given herself to me for Christmas, to be my sex slave. She enjoyed Christmas day so well that she asked to do it on a full time basis (7/24). I agree to try it for a week. * * * * * She was so sexy kneeling there; her legs spread wide open so that her moist lips were displayed. She was excited: skin flushed, eyes flashing, breasts heaving as she took quick shallow breaths. Reaching down, I stroke her hair, "Pet, where will this lead us?" I ask. Angel smiled and said, "We have to go before we find out." Thinking out loud, I said, "We'll use the yellow, red safe word system: Yellow means slow down, but keep doing whatever it is you are doing. Red means stop immediately." "OK, I want all your panties, bras, slacks, and pantyhose in a suitcase. Then select your sexiest skirts, tops, and dresses to leave in the closet. Put everything else in suitcases, lock them and bring me the keys." I instructed her. " When you are here you will be naked. You can wear an apron to protect that perfect skin when you cook and clean." "What if someone comes to the door?" She trembled. "Keep that silk robe by the door, you can use it to cover yourself. I have to get some more sleep before I go to work, so give me one of your world class massages, to relax me to sleep." I woke to Angel's mouth sucking my cock alive. "Hmmm, that's so good! But I've got to get to work!" I whined. "Relax, your clothes are laid out, lunch packed, and the alarm doesn't go off for fifteen minutes. If I can't get you off by then I deserve to be punished!" she panted. Hmmm. That could be interesting! I started doing fourth degree quadratic equations in my head; when she started overcoming that I switched to cube roots of polynomials. Buzz! "Damn", she yelled, as I covered her face in sperm! "I was this close!" Holding her index finger to her thumb. "Yeah, well this ain't horseshoes, so you're going to get it! Now help me get ready for work, because it will be much worse if I'm late. Oh, by the way, I like the way cum looks in your hair." It was really hard to concentrate that night at work. There were so many images running through my mind, so many situations that I wanted to test that I was lucky that it was a slow night.