14 comments/ 42244 views/ 2 favorites A Christmas Gift By: HeavenlyOne "I'll be back in about two hours, honey." "Ok sweetheart, but please be careful." "I will, promise. I love you." "I love you too, sweetheart." As I walk out of our front door, heading towards the car, I couldn't help a smile crossing my lips and licking them with all that is to come. The cold, winter air kisses the wetness of my soft, pink lips. Though, the cold didn't phase my many thoughts. My husband's face mixes with another, as I slide behind the wheel, carefully beginning my journey to the airport. The evening sky is fading with dark, clouds moving over the sun as it glistens over the white snow. My eyes keep to the road, as my smile grows deeper remembering His voice in my head. A shiver of excitement draws me from my deep thoughts. For a year now, I have been training as a submissive online with a Dominant friend I had met in a chat room. He and I hit it off really well. We talked on the phone and internet to train me. He had heard my cries of ecstasy from such a long distance. Now, He was arriving at the airport and I would finally hear His whispers over my ear. I would feel His arms around me, pulling me close. Oh, the promise of feeling Him finally, it drew wetness to my cunt, as I squirmed in my driver seat. I had begun the lifestyle after some friends had told me about it. A married couple told me how it had improved their relationship, so I thought! I would explore with my husband's permission. As I did, my love grew deeper for my Master. He and I formed a bond as strong as my marriage. Now, I finally was about to meet Him face-to-face. I couldn't hide my excitement. The longing He and I for each other grew so deep, I physically ached for His touch. It was amazing how He was so far, yet touched me like He was truly there with me. His Dominance had always been comfortable for me, even when first accepting His collar. I took a deep breath as I saw a sign showing I was within five miles of the airport. A mixture of excitement and anxiety flowed over me as I began to question things. Will He be attracted to me when He sees me? Will I be attracted to Him? Will my husband really allow us to act on our wants? He had said he would allow it, even be involved to learn the ways of a true Dominant. Most of all, how will I be able to let Him go back to Australia if we do connect? America and Australia are so far apart! How could I ever carry on with Him so far away and me being married? Would things in my marriage change? Would I still have a marriage?! The questions mounting up made my hands sweat with anxiety. "Stop it, Sheri!" I yelled at myself, and then began to laugh out loud, the sound resounding through the empty car. I flicked on the radio, the Christmas tunes filling the silence. I began to sing along as I looked here and there at the houses peppered with decorations. Which, as I looked from house to house, it made me think more about the lifestyle which I had now found myself drawn to and unable to walk away from. My thoughts wondering if people in those houses were drawn to some of the same things I was now craving day in and day out, as my Master's teachings instilled in me the hunger to learn. I wanted and needed to learn and be guided. My curiosity flourishing within me, bringing me to ask about new things I wanted to bring into our exploration. Now, I was going to get all of that real life from the man that could just with His presence make my body react with such want and need, it overwhelmed me. As I saw the sign that said one mile to the airport, planes were flying in and out of the airport. The sky had become darker, as night fell around me. The lights of the large airport filled the night sky. My nerves began to make me quiver as I entered the parking lot, and then began my trek to the arrivals area. I looked around at the signs looking to see if His flight had arrived, as a group quickly filtered in and then out, as I searched the crowd of people. I tiptoed to see over the large group, unable to see Him I gazed down at my watch. Suddenly, I felt a body press to mine, gasping as I heard His whisper, "don't move, My little slutty love kitten." A deep purr rumbled from my lips, as I caught His cologne, filling my scenes as I obeyed Him. His hands slid up my waist, as His nose nuzzled my neck from behind me. His breath was so warm over me, as I felt my knees trembling as He touched me for all to see. Suddenly realizing where we were again a hot blush filled my cheeks. His hands were moving down my body sliding up my shirt as I felt Him tweak my nipples, as He moaned a deep, "mmmm...Mine...all mine" My eyes closed as a soft smile crossed my lips, as I whispered, "my Master...please let me see Your face. I have dreamed of this moment for so long." His lips kissed over my neck, nipping gently as He turned me quickly, "God, you're even more beautiful, My baby. I have dreamed of this moment, too. It's definitely going to be a Merry Christmas this year!" His arms slid around me, tugging me to Him, kissing me hard. My body quivered against Him as He held me tight to Him, as I melted into His embrace. Gently releasing me, my eyes were unable to open at first, as I lingered there with my head swimming with emotion and need. As my eyes focused on Him, His face was frozen in a smile of pleasure. "Oh Master, I have to admit, I was worried You wouldn't be pleased with me. That You would take one look and shake Your head, going back to the plane to head back home or something." His laughter filled the air, bringing a smile to my face, "I love Your laugh, Master. I so love it." His eyes softened, taking my hand in His, luggage in the other. "I love every inch of you, baby. I can't wait to show you just how much. And for thinking that, you may need a good spanking!" I laughed happily, "Oh good! I have been aching for Your hands on my body. I have a little reserved sticker back there just for You." As we headed for the car, we were both laughing. We must have looked like school kids. We were so jubilant. We were talking to each other like we had known each other all our lives, proving our bond strong as we had believed it was between us. As we drove back home, I couldn't remember smiling as much as I did at that moment. I had never felt a need inside my body as I did at that very moment. I knew it would grow even deeper. His eyes gleamed with a mischief. I smiled over at Him as I drove, trying desperately to keep my eyes and mind on my driving. The roads had gotten a bit slicker, the snow picking up again. "I really use to hate to drive in the snow. I'm getting better. You know what they say about practice." The smile deepened in His face, as I stole a quick look at Him again. His handsome form watching me as I drive our way over the highway. "Have you seen much snow, Master?" I ask as I shiver, feeling His hand over my leg, licking my lips at His tender touch. "What do you..." as He stops me with a growl. "Pull the car over, now." I look to Him, whimpering softly, "yes Master." Obeying His order, I pull the car gently off to the side of the road, as He turns the keys, grabbing them to shove in His pockets. "I can't wait to touch you. Get over here and sit in My lap." I quickly went to Him, gently moving as to not hurt either of us. His arms surrounded me as I sat straddling Him, His fingertips caressing my back, "I love you, baby. I haven't been able to take my eyes off of you." My eyes lift to His, "I love you, Master. It feels like a dream still. Are You really here?!" A soft growl emits from His lips, as He pulls my body against the bulge in His pants, sending a whimper from me, "Mmm...if that's a dream, don't wake me up, because I want more!" His arms pull me to Him as we kiss softly, our tongues entwining, as I grind my heated cunt to His hardened cock, my arms lifting naturally to lock around His neck. His embrace grows tighter pressing my breasts against His chest, as our kisses grow more demanding, a groan slipping from our lips. I feel His hands slide up my back finding my hair, as He pulls from our kiss, grasping my hair between His fingers, tugging my head gently to the side as He whispers deep over my ear, "I bet you know what I'm going to do now, don't you, My needy, little love kitten." His words send a gasp from my lips, whimpering, "mark what's Yours Master....claim Your slut." A deep growl grumbles from His tummy, as He eyes me hungrily, "That's right. You're mine. It's time to show everyone just how much." His kisses flowed tenderly down starting at my ear, slowly moving down the side of my neck, His hands tightened in my hair, biting my neck with a lovers hunger over my neck, marking me as His. My body trembles to His touch, as His kisses flow over the spot moving around my neck as my head tips back, His lips caress my skin as He marks the other side of my neck. An ache flowed through my body, a desire to be touched everywhere, my fingers drug through His dark, curly hair, as I whimpered, "Yours Master...all Yours...always and forever." His eyes focus on mine intently, "Mine...always and forever, baby." A smile crossed both our lips as it all crashed on us, the fact that what we both had felt from so far was genuine. It wasn't just our fantasies creating an image that truly wasn't there, but the bond that would hopefully be, as we promised, always and forever. "I guess I should get back to driving us home. You must be starved after such a long flight, not to mention tired." I began sliding from His lap, leaning forward to kiss Him, as His hands had other ideas. His hands lifted to twist my nipples as I whimpered out loud, His other hand reaching down to tease my cunt through the material of my pants. My jaw dropped as His touch sent an inhaled breath from my lungs. "Did I say you could move, My naughty girl?" His hand slid under my shirt, to grasp my breast full in His strong hands, teasing the hardening buds through my bra covered breast. His other hand moved up my back as He unfastened my bra, gasping at the ping, His fingers rushing up to cup around my full breasts, tugging them as His fingers moved out to my hard nipples, sending my body soaring. A moan escaped from my lips as His other hand unfastens the button and zip, suddenly gliding His strong hands down to my hot, wet cunt. His fingers gently rub my soft mounds, slowly finding their way into my cream, dipping His finger in drawing it back out as His eyes meet mine. My body quivered in His lap as I watched Him draw His finger to His lips to taste my honey. "Mmmm...You are my sweet baby indeed." A heat filled my face as He leans in to kiss me hard, lifting His hips against mine as His hard bulge pressed against my ass. A broad grin crossed His lips as He sat back in His seat, "Now, you may go back to the driver's seat. I will finish with you later." I smiled to meet His impish grin, as my body quivered with a need deeper than I had ever felt in my life. I wobbled out of His lap, scooting across the seat, crying out as I felt a blow His hand on my ass as I whimpered. My cream gushed from me, my panties soaked between my legs, as I looked over my shoulder at Him, "that's for trying to leave my lap before I was ready to let you go." Our eyes met and we both grinned at the same time, laughter filling the car, as I slid behind the wheel once again. "May I fix my clothes, Master?" His eyes met mine again, smiling gently, "No baby. You can once we reach the house. I like seeing your clothes messed up, reminding me of your taste and how good you felt in my lap." "It felt so good to be in your lap and to finally feel Your touch, Master. I'm so lucky to have You and Chris. You're both wonderful and complete me." "You complete me, baby. It felt good to touch you. This is just the beginning." The rest of the journey home from the airport, Master and I kept stealing more glances at one another. The roads had become even worse from our stop over, which made the trip longer. Neither of us minded, since it gave us time to talk freely about a variety of things. We had never seemed bored by one another, with our endless conversations that at times lasted for hours on end. As I slowed more to pull into the driveway, I turned off the engine, bringing my gaze to Him as I whispered, "I still feel like this is a dream, Master. You may hear m! e say that a great deal over this week. I may have to kidnap You or at least wish for a blizzard to keep You here longer." I grinned at Him and He chuckled softly. "My cheeky love kitten...though, I can't deny my not wanting to even think about leaving just yet. Well, maybe leaving the car, but not going back home. Let's think about now, baby. Besides, you may want me to leave as soon as you feel the brunt of my hand over your ass." He said with a wink. "You sure I'm the cheeky one, Master?" I asked Him with a smirk. Suddenly, I remembered that my clothes were still undone. "May I get dressed, Master?" "Yes, such a shame, but it's for the best." I fixed my clothes and we stepped out and into the warmth of the house. When we popped our head in, I gave a soft call to Chris, "Honey, we're back." We heard no response, as I looked back at Master. "Well, let's go ahead and show You where Your room will be" as I led Him up the stairs to a room placed beside of our Master suite. I showed Him around a bit, as I smiled, holding His hand. I felt like a little girl as I bounced around the house with my excitement. "I'm not sure where Chris is. This is a bit odd." "Well, I'm sure he will be around soon. I'm going to get cleaned up a bit if you don't mind. Jetlag is settling in I'm afraid." "Oh definitely, let me show You where everything is, Master." I explored the house a bit more looking for my husband, feeling an odd sense as he wasn't anywhere to be found. I chill traveled through my body, as I went to take a shower in our on-suite bath. I left a little note for Master, so He would know where I went. The warmth of the water washed over me as I felt the chill slowly leaving my body. I heard the door to the bathroom open, so I looked out to see my husband standing there. "Hi honey! I looked everywhere for you! Where were you?" I smiled at him, feeling a relief that he was here now. "I wanted you to meet Master. He's taking a shower, washing off some of the jetlag setting over Him." "Hi sweetheart, it's a bit of a surprise for you where I was and what I was up to." He said with a big grin. I tilted my head at him, my smile growing bigger. "Oh really, well you do know I love surprises! I'm almost finished in here. I won't be much longer, promise." "Ok, I'll be waiting in the bedroom for you." As I nodded, heading back in to finish. He left the bathroom, as I finished, wrapping a towel around myself. I dried my hair, brushing its dark, satiny feel. I shoved the hair behind my ears as I stepped into the bedroom. When my eyes looked up, both Master and Chris were sitting on the bed. I looked at them with a crooked smile, "well, I guess I don't have to do the introductions." I said as I walked closer to them. Master and Chris both rose up silently, looking at me with intense looks. I stood unknowing what to do as they moved closer, so I smiled, "do you guys want dinner? I'm sure you're both so hungry." They both grinned, looking at each other, and chuckling to one another. Master whispered, "We're starved, baby." As they drew closer to me, their eyes gazing over me, as they wet their lips stopping in front of me. "Drop your towel and then kneel to us, our slut." My body quivered as His words grasped me, in a soft whisper I responded with a "yes, Master." I grabbed the corner of the towel letting it fall to the ground, as my eyes followed it, looking back to them. I used my foot to slide the towel behind me. I began lowering my body, my heavy breasts gently swaying as my first knee rested to the ground, the! n the next, as my eyes focused on their feet, licking my lips as the excitement raced through my body, as I tried to concentrate on keeping my back straight, my head high, eyes still lowered as I showed the pride of being theirs. I slid my legs apart to make my cunt fully available to their view, sliding my hands to my thighs, resting them palms up in full submission, whispering, "Yours...both of Yours." "Mmmm...Chris, Our girl is so damn sexy." Master said to Chris, as I felt a heat start from my face, flooding down my body. As I was sure they could both see the excitement and anticipation, my body aching for touch as I held my position before them. "Yes, isn't she though." Chris said, as I noted the tones of excitement in his voice. Sending the first signs of realization this wasn't a dream and he was enjoying himself. "Chris, I think she needs to taste both our cocks. What do you think?" "Mmmm...yes...I agree." "You go first. Make her undress you." Master instructed him, as Chris stepped forward, my eyes lifted to his, a soft wanton smile crossed my lips. My hands lifted to his pants, unfastening them to let them drop at his feet, as I lifted them from his feet to toss them to the side. I tugged on his boxers, removing them as he lifted his shirt over his head. He nodded to me as I grasped his thigh to place soft kisses up the insides of his strong thigh muscles. A soft, "mmm" escaped his lips as my nose nuzzled his package, I saw Master circling us. I caught the scent of his need, as I groaned a hunger rose within me. I licked my lips, quickly lowering them to his cock, my lips sliding down his stiffening muscle. His flesh was hot between my lips as I heard his gasps of pleasure, his hand stroking through my hair, as my hungry lips tugged greedily at his hand cock. My moans vibrated over his hard tool as he grunted his pleasure. "You're such a talented, naughty girl." As he pulled out of my mouth, leaving me panting, aching for more as my cunt grew wetter. Master walked around to the front as Chris backed up a bit, his cock bulging with its pressure. As Master drew closer, He bent down a bit sliding a finger, then two, into my cunt, sending my body trembling even more, as I rocked against His fingers with my want. "Hmm...I do believe she liked that, Chris. You don't mind her having some more do you?" Chris grinned big, smiling at Him. "No, Rhett. I do believe she really wants even more. Besides, she's our girl. You don't need to ask." Master smiled back at him as He rose up, "thank you, Chris." His eyes turned to focus on me, His fingers sliding through my hair tenderly, sending a soft purr from my lips, "My love kitten...our little girl...it's time to taste your Master." His words sent a soft moan from my lips as the cream seemed to flow from me already, knowing I would finally after a year of waiting get to taste and feel Him. My hands shook as I reached up to unfasten His pants and tugging off His underwear, sliding them from His feet to the side, as He tugged His own shirt off, throwing them to the side. Their bodies were quite a like, though Rhett was slightly thinner than Chris. Both together, their bodies excited me beyond my wildest imagination. I kissed up His legs, my eyes never leaving His as I moved higher. I dropped my gaze to His cock as it twitched before my eyes, as I sensed His anticipation of my lips. His fresh scent filled my nose as I inhaled softly licking my lips as I leaned in closing my wet, warm mouth around His cock. My mouth watered, as I tasted Him for the first time, my moan sending vibrations that trembled over my tongue, lips, and His cock. A soft moan escaped His lips as I glided my lips and tongue, feeling every bump and curve as His cock grew with every thrust into my mouth. His hands slid through my soft, dark hair, His fingers tugging here and there as His excitement grew. I suddenly felt a hand sliding down my ass, between my legs, as a finger slid into my cunt, sending a deep whimper from my lips as I sucked faster, Master's hips slowly shoving His cock deeper in my throat. Chris's fingers slid in and out of my wet, creamy cunt, as his other hand roamed up to a nipple, twisting and tugging it between his fingers. Master seeking the other with His free hand, sending my body higher, as my hands grasped Master's ass, my nails dug into His soft flesh. A Christmas Gift [This is a work of fiction. With the exception of some place geography, all events and characters are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual person, living or dead, is purely coincidental.] * It had begun snowing three hours earlier, back in Nebraska. The snow had slowly but steadily increased in intensity until now, as I was driving, or trying to, along I-80, somewhere in Iowa, between Omaha and Des Moines, the snow had become a full fledged blizzard. Conditions were not yet at white-out level, but the very next thing to it. Stupidly, I had kept driving. I should have sought shelter at least two hours ago, but the transition to blizzard conditions was so gradual that I did not realize I was in trouble until it was too late. Now, I was creeping along at thirty miles an hour or less, usually less, groping my way along, trying to stay on the road. I was on my way home to Peoria from a business trip to Denver. I had found the perfect Christmas gift for my parents and I was brining it with me. I was twenty-eight and was three years past a messy divorce. Thank God there were no kids to be involved. I was headed home to a bleak Christmas in a bleak apartment in downtown Peoria. I would have an enjoyable time with my parents on a farmstead in Iroquois County, but then it would be back to Peoria and my job. That is, I would be if I survived this blizzard. All the road signs had long since been obliterated by the snow, driven by the fierce, straight west wind. Add to that the constant problem of the wipers and windshield icing up as the heater/defroster just could not keep up. Seeing overhead signs, or any others that warned of off ramps and/or gave location information were as impossible to see as the off ramps themselves. The only reason I could see much at all, was my driving with the wind that was driving the snow in a perfectly horizontal line around and in front of me. I was very glad indeed, to be driving my full time, all wheel drive Audi. My headlights were next to useless. I was down to ten miles an hour when, off to my right, I saw headlights shinning into the sky at a 45 degree angle and a figure standing in their glare! Even at only ten miles an hour, it took a bit to get fully stopped on the shoulder without myself sliding into the ditch. There was a momentary flare of brilliant, white light, but it passed almost as quickly as it appeared. The figure must have seen my brake lights go on before my pickup disappeared from his view, because the next thing I knew, the figure was knocking on the passenger side door glass. I lowered the electric window and yelled above the howl of the wind for the figure to get in. In these conditions, I was willing to risk the danger to save a life from freezing to death out there. A somewhat elderly, male voice said, "Thank you, sonny, I don't think I would have lasted much longer, waiting for someone to come by and see me. I'm near froze to death!" "You're very lucky," I replied, "you're right. You would likely have frozen quickly in the open like that. Why did you not stay inside the vehicle with the heater?" "Because," he replied, "I might get missed. Anyway, I went into the ditch backwards and the tail pipe was buried in snow and maybe dirt because the engine quit pretty soon after I stopped. No engine, no heat! My name is Theodore, but I have always been known as Ted." "My name is Frank," I said, "glad to meet you, Ted and glad I could be of some assistance to you. Do you live somewhere nearby or are you traveling too?" "I live about five miles north of the next exit. We should be getting close, so if you slow to a crawl, I think I will recognize the off ramp." He did, but I barely got up to the overpass on that drifted ramp. My four wheel drive Audi is the only reason we made it. The township road north to Ted's place was as bad or worse and again, without four wheel drive, we would never have made it. The same was true of his lane. In fact, we did get stuck a few rods short of the farmhouse. "Don't worry, when the blow is over, I can get you out with my tractor and clean the lane," said Ted, "Right now, let's get to the house." We made it to the house, but I think we were lost for just a bit in the off an on white-out. I was scared and I think Ted was too, though he would never admit it. The appearance of a brief gap in the white-out showed us the house off to our left and we made the final plunge through the waist deep drifts just as visibility dropped to zero again. We stomped as much of the snow off as we could on the enclosed porch and then entered the kitchen of the snug and warm farmhouse. As we were removing our wet outer clothing, a slight sound caused me to turn around to the doorway into the interior of the house. There, wheeling through the door was a wheelchair containing an absolutely stunning woman! "DAD!" she shouted, "I was worried to death about you! What happened?" She was a most beautiful creature. Long red hair, carefully brushed and combed. Brown eyes that glinted with amusement--and something else. She was the picture of a magazine cover model but she did not need and did not wear the extensive make-up of such a model. Full and sensuous lips lay under a pert little nose. Her crinkly little smile would melt butter! Although not really large, her breasts were definitely there! More than a handful each! She had long arms and long, very sensual fingers--piano player fingers. Her nails were not covered, just a clear lacquer finish. She was dressed in Jeans, blouse, and a red, knit sweater. "Frank, I would like to introduce you to my daughter, Ellie. Ellie, this is Frank. He picked me up after my pickup went into the ditch just before our turn off." "Hello, Ellie," I said. Ellie looked my way and said, "Hello, Frank," and looking back to her father, she said, "I told you not to try to go out in this weather. See what happens? You could have died out there!" "It's all right, Kitten, it's all right. I'm back and unharmed. Is this anyway to greet our guest? This looks to be a real blow and I'm afraid he is stuck here for the duration." "I'm sorry," said Ellie, "I imagine you're both half frozen. Let me fix you some hot chocolate." She wheeled herself over to the cabinets and was reaching for the one above the counter. I stepped over and asked, "May I help?" Ellie, pointing, replied, "That door. The Ovaltine can is on the second shelf. If you will get it down for me, please." I caught her getting a quick look my way as I reached up for the Ovaltine. "Thank you," she said as I handed her the can. "You can get out three cups, saucers, and small plates from the cabinet next to the one you were in and place them on the table, please." Ellie wheeled herself over to the fridge and took out a gallon of milk. She got a large sauce pan from the lower cabinet and poured in some milk and then measured Ovaltine into it, stirred the mixture, and then wheeled over to the stove where she set the pan on to heat. I set the plates, cups, and saucers on the table and found the silverware drawer where Ellie was pointing as she stirred the pan on the stove. I got out three spoons, "Forks, too, Ellie said, and placed them on the table. She got out a hot pad and placed it under the hot sauce pan on the table. From a bread box, She also produced some cinnamon dinner rolls which she heated quickly in the microwave. We all sat down to sip and eat. "These rolls are exquisite," I said, "and they look and taste homemade." "Thank you, I made them this morning," said She. "They are delicious! I have never tasted better!" "Ellie is quite a cook," Said Ted, "she has had to be, since her mother died some years ago." "Don't let him fool you," said Ellie, "Dad is quite a cook himself." We talked on of the weather, some politics, and other stuff for some time. I even mentioned I was still recovering from a messy divorce. At one point, as I was looking at Ellie, I said, "Your Christmas decorations are subtle and very good. They show a deft touch. I wish I had a Christmas present for you to place under the tree." She smiled and said, "Thank you, Frank" I kept looking at Ellie much of the time as we talked and I noticed she was looking at me every time I looked her way. It was getting late and Ted excused himself saying, "It's well past my bedtime and I am done in. I'm going to turn in. Ellie will show you to the guest room when you two decide to call it a night. Goodnight.""Goodnight," Ellie and I chorused together. When Ted had gone to bed, Ellie said, "Let's go into the front room by the fire. It will be cozy and warm in there." Again, the Christmas decorations were well done and subtle. The tree in the outside corner opposite the fireplace wall was aglow in its beauty. The tree and the fire were the only light sources in the room. Ellie said, "Frank, lift me out of the chair and set me down on the couch. I gently got my arms under her knees and around her back and transferred Ellie to the couch. I was a bit awkward as I had never done anything like that before. Ellie said, with a chuckle, "Don't be afraid to grab me, I won't break!" I replaced the blanket over her legs. After we were comfortably seated next to each other on a couch in front of the fire, Ellie said, "Tell me about yourself, Frank. What do you do? Where do you come from? Why do you keep looking at me? Keeping a straight face, albeit, a slightly red one, I gave her a short resume of my life. I told her I was twenty-eight, CEO of my own consulting company, and a little more detail about my divorce, including the fact that there were no children from the marriage. I told her I was returning to Peoria from a business trip to Denver. I also added, "And I keep looking at you because you are the most beautiful creature I have ever seen!" Ellie blushed and replied, "More beautiful than your ex-wife?" "Yes, absolutely" I answered, "My ex-wife was--and still is, a very good looking woman, but she was never beautiful in the way that you are, a beauty that glows from the inside out with a real radiance. Now it's your turn. Tell me about you--and why you keep looking at me." She began, "I am twenty-five, single and not dating, never married. Riding a wheelchair pretty much ended my dating career even before it got started. My paralysis, from the waist down, is due to a car accident when I was fourteen. Mother was severely injured in the accident and died of complications sixteen months later. I did manage to graduate high school and even college with an MBA. I manage a small business franchises along the Interstate between Omaha and Des Moines. I stay here with Dad and we look after each other. And I keep looking at you for two reasons. One, I like you a lot, and two, well, to put it bluntly, I am still a virgin and I am ready to become a woman. Oh, I have used a dildo , but I never broke my maidenhead. I felt the spark jump between us the moment our eyes first met. That can be your Christmas present to me--to make me a woman at last." "Yes, I felt that spark too, but was afraid it was only one way," I said as I placed my arm around her shoulders and drew her close. "No," Ellie answered as she snuggled even closer into my embrace, "the spark is reciprocal." Ellie began to lightly caress my chest as she continued, "You know, those of us unfortunate enough to be paralyzed still have feelings, even sexual feelings. Sex is mostly in the mind anyway, the rest of the body is just the mechanical means of translating those thoughts." With that, Ellie began to nuzzle and kiss me on the neck. My free hand had found its way to her chest and was caressing her breasts through her blouse but under her sweater. "Unbutton the blouse," Ellie said with a little moan. I did and then I slid her bra up and out of the way and began to play with the bare skin of her breasts and nipples. Ellie began to moan quite steadily. We leaned into each other for a very wet, French kiss that lasted for some time. Ellie broke the kiss, panting, and said, "Dad should be asleep by now. Put me back in my chair and I will show you to the guest room and then I want you to take me into your bed." Transferring her went more easily this time. As I transferred Ellie back to her chair, I thought, Just like that! I can't believe this gorgeous creature wants me, apparently as much as I want her! "Push me down the hall, Frank." I did. At the first door on the left, across from the bathroom, she pointed. She opened the door and I pushed her in. I said, "I really need and would like to take a bath or shower and brush my teeth first." "That's fine," said, She, "you will find everything you need across the hall. You don't need to dress on the way back--you aren't going to need clothes." "What about you in the meantime?" I asked. "I'll wait for you here in my chair. I have a book with me I can read." "Well, Ok," I answered, "I won't be long!" GOD! I scrammed across the hall, took a quick shower and brushed even more quickly. I wrapped a towel around my waist and carried my clothes with me back to the bedroom. She was still sitting in the wheelchair, waiting for me. "You will have to help me get undressed and help me into bed, Frank, I can't move my legs." I approached Ellie's chair, knelt down and took her face in my hands and tenderly kissed her all about her face. When I kissed her on her lips, the passion flared. Our mouths opened. Our tongues explored the mouth of each other and then entwined. We licked and sucked in a very hot French kiss that just went on and on. We finally broke the kiss and threw our arms around each other and just held on tight. She began weeping softly. "What's wrong?" I asked. "Did I do something? Did I hurt you?" "No, you dummy, I am just overcome with happiness and joy. I have wanted this for so long and never thought I could have it. Now I have found you and I never want to let you go. Undress me!" I slowly unfastened her jeans. She kept her arms around my neck and told me to raise her up slightly and pull her jeans and panties off. As I did, the sweet yet musky odor of an aroused pussy drifted up to my nostrils. She was already moist below the flaming red patch of pubic hair that matched that of her head except the pubic hair was a bit darker. I settled Ellie back in her chair as she began to remove the sweater. I helped her shrug out of the sweater and then the blouse which was still flopping open from our session on the couch. That left only her bra and that quickly followed the rest of her clothes onto the nearby cane bottom chair. From the waist up, She was even more exquisite naked than she was with her clothes on. Her breasts were about 34C, conical with no sag, and topped with quarter or larger size aureola and nipples that now stood fully erect at nearly three quarters of an inch! Her legs were far less withered than one might expect, due, she told me later, to the daily therapy workouts administered by her dad. Ellie hung on tightly as I put one arm under her knees and the other around her back for the third time, to lift her from the chair onto the bed. This time, it seemed as if I had always done this service for her. We were both trembling, not from fear, but from arousal as she kissed my ears, neck, and face during the transfer. My towel came loose and dropped when I was half way to the bed with her, so she saw my erect cock as I laid her out on her back. "Oh, God," she said, "your p, pe, uh, coc..." "My cock," I said. "It's a cock." "All right, your cock," She said, "it's gorgeous. Please, I want to touch it!" Ellie was even wetter now, her pussy leaking fluid on her thighs and down her slit to her butt. I straddled her, right above her tits and she grabbed hold of my cock. "It is gorgeous! How can it be so hard and yet so soft at the same time? It's almost velvety to touch." Ellie moved both hands all over my cock. Then she began to move one hand up and down, moving the uncircumcised foreskin so that the purple helmet of my cock popped out on each down stroke. That seemed to fascinate her. Ellie stopped a moment with the head exposed and just looked. Her tongue came out and she gave a tentative lick on that purple bulb while the shaft pulsed and throbbed in her hand. Ellie's tongue then darted into the tiny opening and slurped the pre-cum that was leaking out. She smiled, lustfully and began to lick and suck all around the helmet and then up and down the shaft. I began to talk her through placing the entire head in her mouth and then as much of the shaft as she could. She was a natural cocksucker! Within five minutes, she was deep throating me with her nose resting on my pubic bone! A continuos growl of pleasure was gurgling in her throat. "You had better quit or I am going to cum real fast. I don't want to do that yet." I backed off, to her quite evident dismay, and tit fucked her for a little bit. I showed her how to push her tits together to help. Ellie finally said, "My turn now. My legs may not work, but I still have some feeling in my pussy. Masturbate me. Play with my pussy, oh, God, please play with my pussy!" I did. She was really running with fluids by now. I could not wait any longer. I spread her legs wide, lined up my cock, and began to push it into her. My cock is "average" in length, maybe six or at most, seven inches long. Its girth is between two and three inches. But I was still having trouble getting into Ellie's tight cunt. I got the head of my dick in and rested, letting Ellie get used to me. With her juices flowing so freely, I was able to push in more as Ellie's cunt expanded to accommodate my cock. Then I felt the resistance of her maidenhead. I said, "Hold on, Ellie, you are about to lose your virginity and become a woman." I pushed harder and broke through. She whimpered in pain and said, "Oh, God, it hurts, it hurts!" "The pain will ease in a minute or two and you will begin to feel the pleasure," I said. I kept easing in, backing out, and easing in again until I was all the way in--balls deep. She began to whimper and moan, not in pain, but in pleasure as my tempo increased. She shuddered in orgasm and I, I--saw a brilliant flash of light that seemed to last forever, but I guess lasted only seconds or slightly longer. When I could see again, I said, "What the hell, wh, where am I?" Dazed as I was, I still noticed that, under the sheet, I had cum all over myself, although no one else had noticed--yet. Once again, but silently to myself, I thought, What the hell? A soft, feminine voice next to me said, "You are in a hospital. You have been in an accident!" I turned to look--there stood a nurse. She was holding my hand, actually, holding my wrist, taking my pulse. "I am glad to see you finally woke up! Your pulse suddenly skyrocketed there just before you woke up and your body spasmed. I wanted to make sure you were ok. Your pulse seems almost normal now." "What do you mean? What happened?" I asked. "You received a bad concussion and have been in a coma for four days, Mr. Anstrom." "Four days! What the hell happened? What day is it, anyway?" "It is Christmas Day! You were hit, head on, by a car going the wrong way on the Interstate in the snow storm. He was going way too fast. The crash killed the other driver and pushed your car into the man you had stopped to pick up and broke both his legs in several places. You were both very lucky in that still another motorist came up behind you and immediately called 911. He kept you both warm until the ambulance got there. That man with the broken legs is in the other bed over there, in traction for some time yet." I looked over to the other bed--it was Theodore, Ted! At that moment, I heard a whirring noise at the entrance door to the room. Looking that direction, I saw a motorized wheelchair entering--driven by the most gorgeous creature ever--Ellie! The nurse left and Ellie wheeled up to my bed. In a soft voice only I could hear, she said, "Judging by what you said in your delirium while I sat here holding your hand, I want you to get well as quickly as possible. I want to experience for real, what you were raving about." Ellie's free hand slipped under the sheet and under the waist band of my PJs to grab hold of my sticky cock as she said, "I want you to make me cum for real! I want to be your Christmas present!" A Christmas Gift My brother and I had hoped to have our mother with us for many more years. But the cancer was too far advanced when they found it. She had waited until the day after Christmas last year to tell us. They did not expect her to see another Christmas. And so it was that my brother Frank and I, both barely into our 30s, buried her this past fall, next to our father, under the granite marker they had picked out together. Time is the great healer of these wounds that life gives us, and as Christmas approached, Frank and I felt that we were ready to begin the process of closing out mom's house. It sat on the edge of a little lake in the middle of Wisconsin. With Christmas and New Year's both falling on Tuesday this year, both Frank and I had what we thought was enough time off to get the sad job behind us. Frank carried in the luggage while I brought in bags of groceries from the car. A light snow was just beginning to fall -- snow that would continue, more or less, throughout the weekend. We had already discussed the sleeping arrangements. Neither one of us wanted to sleep in Mom's bed, so Frank insisted that I take the bed in the guest room, while he would sleep on the pull-out sofa in the living room. We had thought that we had waited long enough, that enough time had passed. But as we moved past the initial easy part -- the clothes that I dealt with, and the dishes that Jack packed up -- two things happened. First, we moved on into the more personal parts of mom's life: the photos, the letters, the scrapbooks and collections. And second, Christmas approached. Mom's house, of course, was not decorated at all, and we talked about this as we worked into the weekend. It was clear that we still had days of work ahead of us. We were going to be here over the holidays. So Frank took some time out on Sunday to go find a tree. "It's really getting bad out there," he said with a shiver as he carried the small pine in from the car. "Over here," I directed him. "I found a tree stand and some boxes of ornaments." We took the rest of the afternoon to decorate the tree. My heart felt as heavy as lead as the brightly colored ornaments brought back so many memories. The breaking point -- or almost, anyway -- came when I reached into the box and pulled out the ceramic angel that I had helped pick out the year Frank was born. I couldn't believe she still had it all these years later. With tears streaming down my cheeks, I grabbed Frank's arm and we hugged. He had been my protector so many times back in high school, and once again he held me in a brotherly way until my sobs subsided. "I'm sorry," I said. "I need to do better than that. You don't need a basket case here." He put his hands on my shoulders. They were strong hands, so much bigger than mine, but so gentle. "It's OK, Jen," he said firmly, with his own look of deep pain in his eyes. "You don't need to hide it from me." By Monday -- Christmas Eve -- we were well and truly snowed in. The car was no more than a bump in the snow out in the driveway. We took stock of the provisions we had, and we figured we were good for a few days. Our work of cleaning out the house and getting it ready for sale was going so well that it now looked like we'd be finished before we'd be able to leave. As I had done on the previous evenings, after dinner I slipped into a modest cotton housedress, and I thought nothing of it. A few times over the weekend I had noticed -- as we always notice, by the way, if you don't know -- that Frank was not unaware that I was a woman. There is a certain way that a man looks at a woman, measuring the distinctive parts of her figure. No man, and no woman, is exempt from this law. Not even brother and sister. And as he was not overly obvious or rude, I wasn't offended. In fact, I was flattered. Let me tell you, as a woman in her 30s, it was no accident that I still had the figure I had. We had a late dinner and opened a bottle of wine. We were trying everything and anything to keep our spirits up. We checked for something to watch on TV, and the best choice available was that movie about the kid with the BB gun. I found some old fashioned popcorn in the pantry and started heating it up on the stove. Frank had left the sofa-bed pulled out so that he didn't have to re-do it every morning and night. "You don't mind if we just stretch out on it this way," he asked. Again, always the gentleman. "Don't be silly, Frank. Are you afraid of me?" I think the last thing I remember about the movie was the little kid falling off of Santa's lap. I woke up unknown hours later -- it must have been the middle of the night. I noticed with some embarrassment that Frank had taken off his shirt and trousers, probably not wanting to sleep all night in them, given that we could be stuck here with limited clothing for several more days. Still, he was reasonably modest in boxers and T-shirt. I slipped out of the bed and went to the bathroom to brush my teeth and take off the little makeup I had worn that day. I came out of the bathroom and stood looking at the little Christmas tree we had put together. I gazed at it for a few moments before reaching down and unplugging the lights. I looked at the door to the guest room -- my room -- and it felt so empty and cold. In contrast, the living room offered the soft colored lights of the tree, and the flickering images from the TV, now replaying that Christmas movie for who-knows-how-many-times. I crawled back into the sofa-bed and focused once again on the movie. I remember hoping that sleep would take me again quickly as I watched the scene where the dogs knock the holiday turkey onto the floor. And soon enough, sleep did take me. I awoke sometime later, surrounded by pale early morning light. The first thing that crossed my mind was that it was Christmas morning. The second thing that crossed my mind was that I was lying in a sofa-bed in my nightclothes with my own brother. This would ordinarily not have been such a big deal, except that his hand was draped on my hip. And my hand was draped on his. Taking stock of the situation, my sleepy mind gradually became aware that my body was tingling from the predicament I found myself in. Yes, in bed with a man who was touching me. In bed with a man I was touching. Underneath the plain cotton night-dress I was wearing, I was fairly sure that the natural responses of my body had made a noticeable wet spot that showed through my panties. But I was intently aware that my brother, asleep there beside me, had a full-blown erection. I tried my best not to move. I didn't want to wake him. I wanted to find a way out of this. But there was no denying. Underneath his flimsy cotton boxers, he was as hard as could be. I found myself rocking against it, and realizing what I was doing, I forced myself to stop. Without wanting to, I found that my effort to be still brought a soft whimper from my throat. Oh, Jesus Christ, I thought as Frank's eyes slowly opened. I lay perfectly still, hoping that he would not realize that I was awake. His eyes slowly opened. His gaze flickered down to where our most private parts nearly met through the limited clothing we wore. He was the first to speak. "OK, awkward." "I know." "We should probably...," he began. The feeling of his hardness against me, through my thin cotton panties, was almost more than I could bear. "Yeah, I know," I breathed. "Why can't we, you know, hook up like people do these days?" This question caused me to stop. Why couldn't we? We were both completely grown adults. If we wanted to hook up, the way people were, after all, doing so much these days, why couldn't we? I decided to try to be the voice of reason. "I'm going back to my room," I said. "If we both come back in here in a couple of minutes, you know...." I didn't finish the sentence. I retreated to the guest room. Electricity ran through my body, and in a moment of boldness I ripped off my housedress. A few moments later, I stepped into the living room wearing nothing but T-shirt and panties. I threw myself at my brother, his erection still pressing against the thin cotton barrier of his boxer shorts. As we held each other lovingly in our arms, I reached down and swiftly peeled my panties down off of my legs. Then I reached toward him and tugged his shorts free from his body. We were bare, then, our private parts touching each other. I drew him into me, and I let out a soft moan as he filled me. We settled into a motion together, and as our arousal built to its height, I whispered into his ear: "please, Frank, don't come inside me. I'm not using any protection." He gave one more thrust inside me before pulling himself back. With his penis outside of me, he seemed to wonder where to spend his seed. But I reached down and grasped his firm erection and kept stroking it at the pace he had been thrusting it into me. My touch had its desired effect. Instead of impregnating me with his sperm, he came on my belly with stream after stream of his climax. I reached up then and kissed him square on the lips. My hands were on his hips, my message was clear: we could do that again. A Christmas Gift This story and or any portion of this story may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the copy write owner, except for the brief quotations used in a review. All rights are reserved This is a work of fiction, names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or used fictitiously, and resemblance to any actual person, living or dead, business establishments, events or locals is entirely coincidental. Many thanks to my fine editor Barney R for making this story flow better with less spelling mistakes. Copyright 2015 Red Tempest It was Wednesday, December 23, and the boss just dumped a pile of paper work on my desk to get done before our year-end in eight days. I was hoping to take a few days off over the Christmas week, but I guess not now. Hi, my name is Walker Thomas, and I am one of the senior auditors for Apple and Associates, CPA. I started to sort through the mountain of paper work, and I found some of it was insurance stuff. I just hate insurance paperwork and I just knew that moron of an agent would be gone. Agents in general have the easiest job. My agent seemed to take more time off than I do, or any other professional that I knew. He then cried about how hard he had to work, but he smiled all the way to the fucking bank with my company's premium payment. The only thing my agent had going for him was his secretary. She was a doll. Ron my agent, told me she will turn 50 next year. She has an hour glass figure, blonde hair, soft brown eyes. When she got up to walk, all the male eyes were on her, as her walk was mesmerizing. Her assets were perfect, nice firm round breast, slim waist, perfect ass and legs to die for. She has one hot body. I picked up the phone and called my agent's office. I knew that she would answer. She always does. "Hi, is Ron in?" I asked her knowing just what her response would be. "No, he took the rest of the week off and will be in Monday morning," she said. That figures that pinhead never seemed to be at work. "I have some papers to drop off. How long will you be there?" I asked. "I was planning to leave around 4:00 pm," she said. I looked at my watch and it is 3:00 pm now. "I will be leaving here shortly and should be at your office around 3:30 or so," I informed her. We said our good byes and we hung up. I took the insurance papers I needed, made a couple of calls. I then called my wife telling her that I would be running late. I locked the office up and got into my truck. What a miserable day outside. It was half rain, half snow, and all slop. It was very slow going. It took longer than I thought, but I got to my agent=s office around 3:45 pm. I walked up to the office door, and tried the door. Shit, it was already locked. I knocked on the door about fifty times, but nobody answer. I took my cell phone out and tried calling. I just got that stupid fucking answering machine, telling me that the office was closed, and what the business hours were. I just hate those fucking machines. As I walked back to my truck, I noticed that her car was still in her parking space by the side door. I walked over and checked her car out. Nothing suspicious about her car. I walked to the side door, and tried the door knob. It was locked, but as I pulled on the doorknob, and the door opened. Whoever left last didn't make sure that the door was securely closed. I stepped inside and closed the door behind me tightly. I stood there for a few seconds, letting my eyes get adjusted to the darkness. I walked forward through the hallway, when I got to the end I heard a sounded like someone was sobbing or crying softly. I stepped quietly into the room and saw Stacie sitting at a banquet table with a couple of candles lite, some music playing and all the lights back here were off. "Stacie are you ok," I asked. She jumped up nervously asking, "Who's there?" "Hey calm down, it's me Walker, don't you remember that I called you, telling you that I am on my way over to drop off some papers for Ron," I said. "Oh, yes, sorry I forgot," she replied. I took the papers and threw them on Ron's desk. I went back and sat down next to Stacie. She was sipping on a glass of wine. I could see that she was upset. "Hey what's the matter?" She just shook her head. So I sat there quietly for a few minutes. She started to softly cry and told me her story. It seemed that she and her husband weren't getting along very well and she hasn't heard from her son in more than six months. She and her daughter never did see eye to eye, and that had caused some problems. She missed her grandchildren dearly. "This won't be a very happy Christmas for me," she cried softly. "I know just what you need," I told her, after listening to what she had to say. "What," she asked, as she dried the tears in her eyes. "Just stand up." WOW! She had on a black dress that was just a few inches above her knees. The dress fit her just like a glove, showing off a lot of cleavage. Shear nylon stockings and black high heel shoes. All and all she looked very sexy in that outfit. "What you need is a good hug." I stepped forward and gave her the best hug that I could give. She had her arms wrapped around me, squeezing me back. I could feel her breast against my chest. My cock was starting to get hard. I was holding the woman of my dreams in my arms, and my mind goes completely blank. So like a dummy I let go of her, and sit back down in the chair. I could have kicked myself in the ass, for not taking advantage of this opportunity that I had with her. But lack of experience in doing this with another woman, other than my wife really showed. We chatted for a few minutes, and then I had another really brilliant idea. "Well I guess it's time for me to go home," I said to her. DUH!!! That was a really smart move on my part. "Ah, hmmm, could I have another hug," she asked me, as she kind of look down at the floor, and then back at me. I though here was my second chance don=t blow it stupid. I stood up and took off my jacket. I hung it over the back of the chair. She flowed right into my arms for a hug. I rubbed my hands over her back and down to her ass cheeks. I could tell that she had not much else under the dress as it felt really smooth. She loosened her hands from my neck and locked her eyes onto my eyes, and drew her lips up to mine and we met for a very passionate kiss. I open my mouth a little bit and could feel her tongue flicker in and out. Our tongues continued to dance together; I unhooked the top of her dress and then slowly move the zipper down. When I met no resistance doing that, I moved up and unhooked her bra. She moved one arm off me and I slipped her dress and bra strap off, and then the other arm. Letting them both dropped to the floor. "Someone is over dressed," she said, looking me straight in the eyes. I must have looked at her blankly, because she said, "You are fully clothed and I am almost naked." We remedy this quickly as she helped me strip, and she took off her thong. I just love how a woman can do that so gracefully. She pushed me down on the chair and sat on my lap. I got my first really good chance to see her up close and naked, GOD what a sight. I can't figure what was the matter with her husband. Why he wouldn't take care of a goddess like her? We kissed with heated passion. My hand slowly started to massage her breasts and play with her nipples. Her nipples were hard like nails, and I played with her breasts and tweaked her nipples; she began to moan softly in my mouth. God, I just couldn't get enough of her breasts, I used both hands to massage them. I could play with them forever. While I played with her nipples, the bumps on her areola grew more intense. My fingers rubbed over those bumps, I was able to hear her sigh softly. "Please pinch them harder," she moaned into my mouth. I played, squeezed, pinched, and caressed her breasts and nipples. They felt like little firecrackers in my fingers, ready to explode. I started to kiss and nibble my way down her neck to her breasts. I begin to suck on her breasts and nipples. I licked her areola bumps, and nibbled on her nipples. "Oh, yes, baby, suck and bite those nipples," she cooed at me with pleasure. I got busy with my tongue and teeth; I started to work on her nipples. I softly nibbled and licked each nipple with tender care. They got so taut when I suck real hard on them. When I nibbled on them with some pressure, she gave off a couple of gasps. While I sucked on her breasts, my hand slowly moved down her stomach to her waiting sex. I could feel the landing strip just above her outer lips. I could feel the heat radiating from her sex. She parted her legs and I started to stroke her inner thighs softly, until I finally got to her outer lips. I slowly caressed her outer lips. I could feel some moisture on those delicate outer lips as she began to feel some pleasure. I spread her outer lips and my fingers entered her waiting vagina. She was soaking wet inside. I started out slowly and worked the speed up faster, then slowed back down. I moved my finger up to her clit, and rubbed that in a steady motion. I had my other finger slowly stroking her anal hole. Suddenly she gasped and clutched my head bringing me up for a fierce kiss. She softly screamed in my mouth, while her body started to shake with an orgasm. Next thing I knew my hand was wet from her love juices. "Oh, my, God! Keep it right there," she wailed as I had my finger deep inside of her sex rubbing her sensitive G-Spot, while my other finger is knuckle deep into her anal hole. I worked both holes until my fingers began to get tired. I couldn't take it anymore. I picked her up and set her on the table. I got on my knees, and spread her legs. I began to lick her wet sex. I licked in as deep as I could, and then in an up and down licking motion. Man did she taste good. I felt like a bear attacking a bee hive, and licking up all the honey. She suddenly locked her legs around my head drawing me in tighter. It was getting hard to breathe, and then my face started getting flooded with her love juices. I drank in what I could, but some dripped down my chin onto my chest. She relaxed her legs and I got free, she reached down grabbing my head, looking to my eyes, she said, "Fuck me now." Well, I may not be the sharpest tack in the box, but I didn't have to be asked twice. I stood up spread her legs and slammed my cock into her sopping wet sex. "Fuck me harder," she whispered, as she nibbled on my ear. I wanted to make this last a life time. So I slowed down, and fucked her with deep strokes. I could start to feel the passion build up in my cock. Her love tunnel was so hot, it was beginning to make my cum boil. My cock felt just like a volcano ready to explode. "Stacie honey, I going to cum soon," I said to her doing my best to make this last. "Oh, baby, I'm ready, cum with me now," she said giving me a very passionate kiss. I held her tight, and buried my cock into her as deep as I could. I blasted into her one of my biggest loads of cum. The force of the explosion, made me see stars circling her head. I blew rope after rope of cum into her dripping wet sex from my deeply buried cock. We held that position for a few minutes, until finally my legs started to give way, and I had to sit down. She laid there for a few moments, with her legs apart, and some of our mixed juices were leaking out of her sex. What a breath taking sight. She sat up; smiled at me and then she walked to the bathroom. I watched her as she walked past me to the bathroom. I thought what a vision of loveliness. When she walked back out, I just watched her again. Man I could observe her walk around this office nude for the rest of my life. By just looking at her walking naked, it started to make my cock grow hard again. She walked up to me and got down on her knees. She pushed my legs open, and reached for my cock. She stroked my cock a few times, and it began to get stiff in her hands. She looked me straight in the eyes, as she lowered her head down, and started to suck on my cock. She licked and sucked on my cock-head and put her tongue into my eruption tube eye. Then she licked down the shaft to my sack. She gently sucked on one ball and then the other one, and then back up my shaft to the head. She tried to deep throat me, but gagged a couple of times She stopped and looked at me and said, "Sorry, it has been a lot of years since I have given a blow job, and I guess I am not to good at doing this." She went back to sucking my cock until she had it rock hard. It didn't matter to me, I was loving this beautiful blonde sucking on my cock. After a few more minutes of her sucking on my cock, she got up, and positioned herself on my lap. She guided my cock into her waiting pussy. She started to ride my cock cowgirl style. She was pounding herself up and down on my cock, making it hard for me to suck on her tits. Finally she slowed down a bit, letting me start to suck on her nipples. I softly began to nibble and suck on her nipples. All of a sudden she howls loudly and collapses into my arms, as she began to shake from another orgasm. I held her tightly. I softly whispered into her ear, "Merry Christmas."