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12 Days of Christmas

By: supersexy_alexa



Table of Contents:
1. Snowman
2. Eggnog
3. Gingerbread
4. Holiday Dinner
5. Stockings
6. Stocking Stuffers
7. Tobogganing
8. A Red Bow
9. Glass of Milk
10: Inviting a Guest
11: Christmas Party
12: A Ring


Day 1: Snowman

Kendra arrived home flustered and exhausted after a long, snowy December day at the office. She loved her job – she worked as a high-powered financial consultant – but it wasn't the most romantic job in the world. This time of the year, she just wanted to stay home in bed, or in an oversized comforter by the fireplace with her also rather oversized boyfriend Taylor. Taylor was a jazz musician, so he was free most days, and it was a daily challenge for Kendra to leave his very muscular, tousled-hair, warmth in the mornings. 

Kendra walked in the door, dropped her briefcase, and sighed. She was about to flop into the nearest chair when she noticed a red envelope sitting conspicuously on the coffee table. She leaned over and picked it up. "KENDRA XOXO," it said it sprawling black letters that she recognized as Taylor's. Intrigued, she opened the envelope. Inside was a green note: "On the first day of Christmas, my true love gave to me... come out to the back." Kendra laughed, suddenly no longer tired. What game did Taylor have up his sleeve?

Kendra pulled her jacket back on (it fit tightly over her voluptuous chest, and she was pleased each time she wore it at how the buttons stretched nicely to stay closed.) She went around to the back door, out to an empty backyard lot they shared with three other houses. It had been snowing nonstop for the past two weeks, and by this time there was a decent layer of snow on the ground.

Kendra giggled: in the middle of the backyard was a large snowman, dressed in Taylor's coat, hat and shoes. It wasn't quite the romantic gesture she had expected from her sultry boyfriend, but it was cute. She walked over and noticed that Taylor's shirt, pants, and boxers were also stuck haphazardly onto the snowman, trying to make it look like he was wearing them. 

Taylor's deep voice suddenly came from behind her. "If he's wearing my clothes, then I'm wearing..." Large, cold hands pressed their way into Kendra's jacket, rubbing her warm stomach.

"Nothing!!" she squealed, turning around to find a naked Taylor standing with arms wide open. "Taylor you're – mmm your shoulders – but you're naked! Our neighbors could come out here at any second."

"Oh?" he murmured, fitting his head into her neck. "But I have to give you your first present. I have twelve presents to give you, in twelve days. We're on a tight schedule... We'll just have to ignore the neighbors." Taylor's breath tickled Kendra's ear, and he slowly unwound her scarf, giving him more access to her neck, and he nibbled further down as layer by layer of material came off.

"So what's my present?" Kendra spun around, and couldn't help but run her hands down Taylor's muscular chest, stopping just before where his miraculously erect penis bobbed in the frigid air.

"A snowman," Taylor grinned. "Don't you like him? He took me all afternoon to make. Now let me show you how much fun a snowman can be..." He grabbed Kendra around the waist and pulled her down and into a sleeping bag he had set up behind the snowman. 

"Eee!" she squealed, but her yelps quickly turned into sighs when Taylor began unbuttoning her clothes. She glanced around at the neighboring houses with nervousness, but Taylor's hands ventured down into her pants and she realized she didn't care if anyone saw them. 

They were bundled up together, naked inside the sleeping bag, in the midst of snowdrifts and icicle-covered houses. Kendra felt Taylor's erection pushing hard into her stomach. He smelled so good – like gingerbread and minty toothpaste – and she gazed into his eyes as she leaned forward to kiss him. Their lips met, warm and soft under their chilled noses. 

"You taste so good," she murmured, and captured his bottom lip in hers, sucking gently. She breathed softly on his cold cheek, and moved her lips over to his ear, the place she knew would drive him crazy. She sucked on his earlobe, gently teasing the sensitive skin with her teeth, and then flicked her tongue back and forth. 

"Ohh," Taylor moaned. "You know what that does to me?" he growled, flipping them over in the sleeping bag and pinning Kendra underneath him. Something came undone inside him: he hungrily kissed her face all over, pulling her head back by the hair so she could do nothing but receive his mouth, wherever he wanted to put it. He bit her jaw, hard, then soothed the pain with his tongue. He sucked on her neck, slowly sliding down her body so that she knew she would have a long bruise running down her neck the next day. Kendra had an important meeting the next day, but Taylor's warm tongue and cold nose moving down her neck to her chest made her forget anything except the feel of his naked body against hers.

Taylor grabbed Kendra's hands, locking fingers with her and kissing the backs of her hands gently before roughly pushing her arms above her head and pinning them to the ground. She shrieked – he was pinning her arms back into the freezing cold snow, while he moved down to lavish his burning hot tongue on her breasts. Kendra's fingers began to tingle with feelings of frostbite, while Taylor's huge chest heaving above her emanated warmth. 

Taylor kissed a wide circle around each of Kendra's nipples, a process that took a long time considering the ample size of her breasts. He enjoyed teasing her while his strong arms pinned her down – she was a fit and athletic woman, but he was so much larger than her, there was no way she could wriggle out of his grasp. 

"Taylor," she moaned, bucking her hips up against him when he neared her nipple on one of his circles. 

"Yes, Kendra?" he hid his grin by burying his head between her breasts. "Do you want something, dear?"

"I – oh – Taylor, I want you to – to kiss me," she panted.

"But I am kissing you, Kendra." To prove his point, Taylor kissed her some more, sucking on the perfectly round sides of her breasts, licking the place where they met her ribcage.

"I want you to kiss me – on my nipples," she said, embarrassed, and trying in vain to wriggle her arms out of his grasp.

Taylor smiled at her, and bent down to kiss her chastely on each nipple.

"Nooo," Kendra moaned. "I want you to use your tongue. I want you to suck my nipples hard, and lick them over and over..." Taylor happily obliged this request. He sucked her nipples into his mouth, making them harder than he had ever felt them. He flicked his tongue against them and licked in tight circles, softly and then harder, so that Kendra wriggled and thrust her hips against him involuntarily. 

She captured one of his legs in between hers, and Taylor could feel how wet and incredibly aroused she was even against his thigh. He loved when Kendra became wet more than anything in the world, and he especially loved when it was him who made her this way. He couldn't help but bring one of his hands down to touch her there – but Kendra was quicker. Now that her arm was free from where Taylor had been pinning it into the snow outside their sleeping bag, she quickly brought it down and grabbed his erection.

Taylor gasped – her hand was so cold! "Kendra," he exclaimed, shocked at how her cold fingers felt against his hot penis. She giggled, and caressed him softly while he squirmed, falling from where he had been holding himself up on top of her to lie beside her. She bent down to kiss his nipple, and strengthened her strokes on his member, bringing her other freezing hand down to cup his ass. "Ohh," he moaned, in a combination of burning pleasure and icy pain.

Kendra brought both hands to stroke his cock – it was so big that even when she used two hands, she couldn't cover its whole length. She rubbed her thumb over the head, smearing pre-cum around so that her hands slid smoother up and down, and his cock twitched violently in her hands. She rolled it slightly between her fingers, and kneaded it like a very hard, very hot loaf of bread. Taylor loved when she touched him like this – although some of his friends believed they were better off touching themselves than getting a hand job from a woman, he loved the feelings it gave him when Kendra's small fingers encircled his penis.

Taylor reached up and grabbed a handful of snow from the body of the snowman he had built. "Alright baby," he growled, "Here we go. Here's your present." He suddenly moved on top of Kendra, and shoved the entire handful of snow up into her cunt, pushing his whole hand in after, finger by finger, making sure the snow was pressed all the way up inside of her. Kendra screamed, and a neighbor's dog barked in the distance. Taylor immediately thrust his cock into Kendra's snow-filled pussy, sliding his huge member in all the way with one stroke. 

Kendra's body went limp: one moment she was feeling more needy with desire than she had ever felt, and the next she was stuffed more full than she had ever been. The hot and cold sensations were too much for her: the snow inside her center sent shivers up and down her limbs, so that her fingers and toes twitched as they clutched at Taylor's body. It seemed to freeze her insides, make her completely numb with lust, so that when Taylor thrust his dick into her, it felt like a burning spear cutting through her, melting and awakening her to life. 

Taylor had to pause himself to catch his breath: the feeling was so much better than he had fantasized. He sunk down into Kendra's arms, breathing heavily. The length of his shaft was completely enclosed by Kendra's burning hot, deliciously moist pussy walls, while the head of his penis was stuck in the ice cube at her very center. He clutched at Kendra's hands with his, and stared into her eyes, needing to center himself with her gaze so that he didn't lose complete control. Slowly, he pulled his cock all the way out of her, a motion that made her pussy suck at him, trying to pull him back in. Kendra moaned as the head of his penis popped out of her.

Taylor repositioned himself and thrust back into her, again moving all the way inside in one fluid motion. It usually took him several minutes to work his way inside her when having sex with Kendra; his penis was so large that she had to slowly get used to his size inside her before she let him hump away. But today, Kendra was practically cumming in his arms as he began to fuck her.

Kendra clutched at Taylor's shoulders, holding on for dear life as he began to pump her, faster and faster, harder and harder. The snow inside her began to shift down in her cunt, making her whole pussy tingle with the frosty sensation. But the cold shivers were replaced with Taylor's hot, hard cock spearing her over and over.

"Uhhhhhhhh," was all Kendra could say, and then "Uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh," as Taylor rocked her in a fierce, fast rhythm. "Ahh!!" she yelped, her voice cracking with lust as Taylor bit her shoulder. The couple heard a car pull into the neighbor's driveway, and kissed each other to muffle their moans.

Suddenly, Taylor thrust all the way into Kendra, and wrapped his arms around her. "What are you doing?" she gasped as he scooped her up in his arms, his cock remaining buried to the hilt. He didn't answer, but moved her to stand up, keeping the sleeping bag covering both of them, and pushed her against the snowman. 

"Here, hold this," Taylor pushed the edge of the sleeping bag from behind his shoulders into Kendra's hands, so that she was holding up the material covering both of them while his hands were free to roam her body. He pinched her ass, then pushed her roughly into the snowman. The snowman began to crumble slightly, but the snow packed around Kendra's form, enclosing her in a vertical bed of snow exactly shaped to her body so that she could only stand there, suspended in the column of snow, while Taylor slammed against her.

Taylor pumped his cock into Kendra's dripping pussy – dripping her own juices of arousal, and the rapidly melting snow he had earlier shoved inside her. The snow was still cold as it landed in drops on Kendra's feet inside the sleeping bag. "Ohh," she moaned as Taylor pumped her, maintaining a breakneck speed. She felt helplessly impaled by him, embedded in the wall of snow, pinned up there by her lover. She felt the tingling deep in her center, where the bulging head of Taylor's cock had forcefully melted the block of ice inside her, and knew she was about to lose total control not only of her body but of her sensations.

"Taylor," she tried to warn him, but couldn't manage to articulate anything else. 

"Oh Kendra, oh baby, oh baby, oh baby," Taylor chanted on each thrust. With one hand, he cupped and twisted her breast, and with the other, he reached down to touch her clitoris.

"Aiiiiiiiii!" Kendra threw her head back, letting her orgasm wash over her. Taylor watched her cum with eyes drooping from lust, timing his own climax to begin exactly as hers ended. As she strained to catch her breath, Taylor allowed himself to cum, pushing up inside her so deeply that his balls bounced up and slammed against her anus. As he had planned, the burning hot stream of cum he sent into Kendra's body triggered her orgasm, extending it for another impossible minute of pleasure. The spasms racked her body so hard she thought she was going to faint – she only had the composure to stand one orgasm, not two in a row. 

Finally, the couple collapsed in a pile on top of the broken snowman. They sighed together, and Kendra giggled, "I think I broke your present."

"Mmm, it's okay sweetheart," Taylor gently kissed Kendra on the lips. "I've got eleven more in store for you."

Day 2: Egg Nog

Kendra came home from work again flustered, but this time not from the office, but from anticipation of Taylor's next gift. She noisily set her things down and loudly closed the closet door after putting away her coat so that Taylor would notice she was home, and the games could begin. But no one appeared. Kendra poked her head in the kitchen, the living room, Taylor's practice room, even the bathroom, but her boyfriend was nowhere to be found. She paused, pouting – but then she heard soft jazz coming from the bedroom.

Kendra sauntered into the dimly lit bedroom. "So traditional," she commented, flushing from the view that appeared in front of her. Taylor was lying relaxed on the bed reading a magazine, amidst an artfully scattered array of rose petals, glowing candles, and a pair of wine glasses.

"Hello darling," he greeted her. "How was your day?"

"I couldn't stop thinking about you," Kendra murmured, coming over and running her hands through Taylor's adorably rumpled hair. "And about yesterday. And, I had to wear this hideous scarf to cover this..." Kendra unwrapped a lacy black scarf to reveal her bruise-spotted neck and shoulders.

"Oh, I'm sorry," Taylor grinned. "Those look painful. What happened?"

Kendra giggled and settled down on the bed, spooning her body into Taylor's and running her hands down his stomach. "Oh, I had a little accident outside. In the snow. You know, with a snowman."

Taylor leaned into her and kissed her softly on the lips. Today was all about tenderness and soft touches, Kendra could already tell, not like yesterday's wrestling match in the confines of their sleeping bag. "Wine?" she asked, moving to pour the contents of the bottle on the nightstand into their glasses.

"Yes please," said Taylor, "but it's not wine. It's egg nog." 

"Really?" asked Kendra. She examined the bottle – it was an empty bottle of rum.

"I made spiked egg nog, I hope that's okay?" Taylor raised his eyebrow as he walked across the room to get the pitcher of egg nog from the desk and fill their glasses.

Kendra smiled, and tasted hers. "Mmm, so creamy," she murmured. She stuck a finger into her glass and seductively licked it clean in as Taylor watched with his mouth hanging open.

"Do you like your present?" he asked her huskily.

Kendra gazed up at him. "Mmm, very much," she said. "Egg nog is definitely a good Christmas gift." Kendra took a large gulp of her drink, leaving a white mustache on her upper lip. She deliberately left it there, and Taylor responded accordingly, taking her in his arms before he sucked the sweet liquid from her lips.

"Finish your drink," he suggested, as he finished his own.

Kendra could already feel herself becoming lightheaded from the alcoholic drink. "What's in this thing?" she slurred lightly. 

"Mmm, are you feeling it?" Taylor asked, clumsily pouring her some more. 

"I'm feeling you," Kendra giggled, journeying her hand into Taylor's pants.

"Hey! Not yet," he grinned. "First I'm going to take advantage of you." 

"Oooh," Kendra said, struggling to focus as Taylor moved their glasses to the table and began to strip her of her clothing. "Excuse me, mister," she mumbled. Taylor grinned and began to strip her faster, ripping her shirt as he tried to undo the buttons. 

Finally, she lay naked in front of him. Taylor caressed her cheek, and then forced his finger into Kendra's mouth. "Ggmmm," she moaned, sucking his finger, and twirling her tongue around it. She grabbed his wrist and began pumping his hand in and out of her mouth, miming what she imagined doing to her cock. 

Taylor swallowed, trying to regain his composure – and his control of the situation. He loved taking control of Kendra in bed, but sometimes it was hard because she could completely undo him simply by kissing his body. He pulled his hand from her, and dragged his wet fingers across her nipples. Kendra squirmed, reaching up to touch her own nipples too. She left her hands there, pinching her breasts and licking her lips as Taylor's hand moved farther down. 

He walked his fingers around her stomach, and twirled them in her pubic hair. He tugged on the hair lightly, pulling her hips upward, and moved his other hand underneath her to cup her shapely ass. He wanted to hear her moan, to hear her call his name. He wanted to know that he was the only thing she could think about, he wanted to be her world, to introduce her to sensation and feeling. He wanted to fill her up, to explode inside of her, to push his whole body into her sweet, dark hole. 

Taylor pressed one finger inside her tiny pussy, gently feeling around and pushing against her impossibly soft walls. "Oh Taylor," Kendra breathed. Taylor added another finger, and then a third. He hooked his fingers around to fondle her G-spot, and Kendra jumped. "Hey!" she exclaimed. "What are you doing?"

"What does it feel like?" Taylor asked, genuinely curious. He could only imagine wanting to enter into his lover, to pump and spear her – he couldn't imagine how it felt for her to need his hardness to fill the emptiness of her body like the missing piece of a puzzle.

"When you touch me there, I can feel myself getting wetter and wetter, getting my pussy lubricated, making my body ready for you. It feels like a small lightning bolt that slowly grows as you rub my clit, into an emptiness that is at once pleasurable and painful, and all I can think about, with every breath, every touch, is how much I need your cock to fuck me.

Hearing Kendra talk like this made Taylor instantly hard. He knew it was the alcohol talking – she rarely enjoyed talking dirty to him when sober. He hoped that she was drunk enough to also agree to do the other things he had planned for her that night. "Let's find out," he thought.

Taylor withdrew his hand from her pussy, and licked his fingers. "Delicious," he smiled at her. Kendra laughed at him, wrinkling her nose. "Excellent," Taylor thought. When sober, Kendra never let him lick his fingers after touching her. 

Taylor reached over and grabbed the empty rum bottle from the nightstand. He had fantasized about putting the large glass phallus inside Kendra for weeks now, but she had always laughed off the proposition when he mentioned it to her. He loved the idea of fucking Kendra without losing control in the midst of his own sensations that she gave him while they were having sex. Plus, he wanted to see how she would respond to the bumpy contours of the glass, and just how far he could push the length of the bottle into her pussy.


12 Days of Christmas



Kendra smiled tipsily when she saw Taylor pick up the bottle. "What are you doing?" she asked stupidly. Taylor leaned in and kissed her to silence her; then he nuzzled the tip of the bottle against her silky folds. "Oooh," Kendra moaned.

"You like that baby?" Taylor couldn't contain himself. He was hard as a rock simply from the anticipation. "You like when I fuck you with this bottle?" He pressed the bottle in further, his hand shaking ever so slightly. 

Kendra's world was spinning. Yes, she was drunk, but that wasn't the whole reason. A part of her was freaked out when she saw Taylor pick up the bottle – she realized in the back of her mind what he was planning on doing with it. But the other part of her was excited – very excited. She could feel herself becoming wetter and wetter, and she became dizzier and dizzier with desire as Taylor pushed the very tip of the cold rum bottle in and out of her pussy. 

The bottle felt different than any feeling she had ever had before. It was narrower than Taylor's penis, and harder; it didn't move and bend with her body as his dick did when it was inside her. If she bucked her hips, the bottle jammed inside her at a different angle, pressing against the back wall of her cunt. If she writhed from side to side, the bottle felt harder and bigger than it was as it stayed still while her moist body moved around it; she felt truly impaled.

"Unngh," Kendra moaned. She had been trying to tell Taylor to go faster, but she couldn't get the words out. She moved her hand down to cover his, trying to guide his hand into a faster pace. But Taylor, interpreting her move as wanting to stop his intrusion of her body, was not ready for his fun to be over just yet. He grabbed her hand and pinned it under her body. Then he forced the bottle into her body as far as it could go.

Kendra gasped, feeling more inches of the cool glass enter her. The rum bottle was now half inside her. Taylor, his brow wrinkled in concentration and his hand still pinning hers to the bed, rotated the bottle inside her. Kendra's pussy walls moistly tried to hold on as the large object within her roughly twisted and turned. "Taylor, I need you," she moaned.

Taylor couldn't take any more. He left the bottle where it was, stripped off all his clothes, and straddled Kendra. He kissed her deeply, and began to toy with her clit as he hovered over her, eliciting more moaning from her. Then, slowly and carefully, Taylor aligned his cock with the rum bottle. He pulled the bottle out of Kendra a bit, held both his penis and the bottle together, and then pushed them both into Kendra's body. Her slippery opening resisted at first, then reluctantly opened to the dual intruder. 

Taylor almost came instantly. He had never felt anything so tight before – the huge bottle pressed his cock inside Kendra almost painfully – and the bottle felt cool on his penis compared to his girlfriend's boiling hot interior. He began to thrust his hips, and the pressure grew even greater as he moved and Kendra's body stretched to accommodate him. 

Kendra was beyond her senses. She barely knew what was happening, and colors spun before her eyes in a drunken and ultra-aroused haze, as she was spliced in two by the bottle and Taylor's cock. She tried weakly to move her hips along with his, which made the bottle jam up inside her even farther with each thrust. Taylor reached down and gave the bottle one last push, so that it was three-quarters inside Kendra.

She immediately started to cum, and the sensation was unbelievable – she spasmed around the two rock hard objects, both lodged in her pussy. Kendra's orgasm put unbearable pressure and suction on Taylor's dick and he exploded inside of her. The two lay mashed together until their waves of sensation subsided. Taylor withdrew, and then slowly pulled out the bottle, which made a sucking noise as he pulled the tip from Kendra's sopping pussy, and wads of his cum flowed out.

Kendra, who had basically remained motionless on the bed as she was taken advantage of, pulled Taylor to her by the hand. "Come here baby," she murmured. Taylor obliged, and wrapped her in his arms delicately. "Thank you for my present, Taylor," she said, as her eyes drooped fondly at him.

"My pleasure," he said, because it was true.

Day 3: Gingerbread

The next day, Taylor didn't have much time after Kendra got home from work before he had to leave for a music gig. He apologized to her, telling her that he would make it up to her with tomorrow's present, but today's present was going to have to be cut short.

Kendra was bouncing with curiosity by now. "What is it? Just tell me!"

Taylor smiled. "Gingerbread," he said, showing her a box of the sweet, spicy Christmas cookies.

Kendra tried her best to look excited. "Oh, great," she said, feigning enthusiasm for the sweet treats. She was disappointed – was today's present a non-sexual one?

Taylor continued, "Now I don't have much time, so we're going to have to have dessert quickly. Sit down on this chair, and open your legs." He pulled a chair over and guided her into it. Kendra was slightly confused, but she realized what was going on and immediately became wet when Taylor knelt on the ground beside her chair, reached up her skirt and tugged her panties off. 

"Excuse me sir!" she laughed. "What do you think you're doing down there?"

Taylor replied meekly, "Well actually, I have a confession. Today's present is really for me... I have a bit of a sweet tooth, and my dessert tonight will be so much sweeter if..." With that, Taylor took a piece of gingerbread from the box and pushed it into her. He loved that she was now comfortable with foreign objects being used for her sexual pleasure – and for his. 

Kendra leaned back in her chair, and closed her eyes. "Mmm," she moaned, relaxing the instant Taylor's adept fingers touched her pussy. "That feels good, surprisingly."

"Good," Taylor said, and quickly pushed three, four, five more pieces of gingerbread into her. "Now comes the better part." He licked his lips and buried his face in her cunt. It smelled like Kendra, and like spicy sweet gingerbread. He licked the length of her opening, gathering up the grains of sugar that had fallen there. Then he extended his tongue into her cunt, taking his time and caressing her inner walls, and searching for the pieces of gingerbread he had left there.

Kendra rotated her hips gently. "Ohhhhh," she began to get more and more turned on.

Every time Taylor located a piece of Kendra-flavored gingerbread in her pussy, he chewed it carefully and then sucked on her clitoris as a last sweet treat. Kendra clutched desperately at the sides of the chair, and then at Taylor's hair, pushing his head down and guiding his lips to stay at her clit. Taylor happily licked, and Kendra's sweetness exploded in his mouth. "Aiii!" she screeched, cumming hard.

Taylor kissed her pussy sweetly, and then her neck, and before she could open her eyes, he had donned his leather jacket and was out the door. "Bye babe."

Day 4: Holiday Dinner

Kendra was worried. Tonight was her office's big winter holiday dinner, and she and Taylor, who was going as her date, only had time to shower and change before heading over. When would Taylor have time to give her a present for day four?

Taylor, however, had taken their dinner plans into account. As Kendra was changing, he approached her with a small, red-ribboned box. "Here," he said shyly, thrusting it into her hands.

"What's this?" Kendra couldn't retain her smile. She tore open the ribbon and opened the petite box. "Panties?" She pulled out a pair of red panties, unsure of what she was supposed to do.

"Put them on," Taylor encouraged. Kendra put them on, and then covered them with a modest pink skirt and collared top. She added a string of pearls to her neck and then turned around to face Taylor. 

"Thank you for the panties darlin- ohh!!" She exclaimed suddenly as her panties began to vibrate silently, just above her clit. She pointed a finger at Taylor, in disbelief. "You got me vibrating panties! I thought these were an urban myth! Oh wow, it feels really good." 

Taylor grinned. "I'm glad you like them. Shall we go?"

Kendra happily took his hand in hers, and then stopped, frowning. "Wait," she said. "But how do they turn on and off?"

Taylor beamed, and patted the tiny remote control in his back pocket. "Now let's go meet your boss," he said, grinning and walking out to the car.

Kendra stuttered, "Wait, but – no, Taylor, you can't – it will be – I need to seem professional – they'll know – Taylor, no!" Her protestations continued even when they were seated in the car. Taylor ignored her for the first few minutes, and simply drove as she talked at him, and threatened to go to the dinner wearing no panties at all.

"You don't really want to do that, do you?" he said calmly, and discreetly flipped the switch to turn the panties onto vibrate. Kendra laughed when she felt the panties begin to tap her clitoris. She continued to argue with him, saying that the panties would be great fun to experiment with another time, when she wasn't sitting at the prestigious table with her boss, wearing a light-colored skirt that would show any moisture. But her voice trailed off suddenly... Taylor had raised the intensity of the vibrations several notches all at once. Kendra swallowed, and began to pant slightly. "Now, what were you saying?" Taylor asked coyly.

They pulled into the restaurant parking lot, and Taylor turned off Kendra's panties, upon her dire request. When they got inside the restaurant, the couple discovered that they were seated at Kendra's boss's table. Great, thought Kendra sarcastically. 

They began with drinks, chatting easily with the older man and his wife. Kendra began to feel the familiar warm glow of wine wash over her, and she lay back contentedly in her seat. At that instant, Taylor turned on her panties to low vibrations. She glared at him, and he grinned back evilly. The vibrations were enough to keep the warm sensations flowing gently from her head to her toes, but they were not incapacitating – yet. 

Kendra's boss asked her of her opinions on a potential merging of their company with another. Kendra had been hoping that her boss would ask her advice on this issue; she knew that she had good insight into these matters. "Well," she began, "to start, we need to make sure there is minimal reorganization-" Taylor turned the vibrating panties suddenly up to the highest level. "Oh!" exclaimed Kendra. "We need to make suuuuuure," she repeated, her words turning into a moan. The vibrations were unbelievably strong, and they made her entire lower body shake. She felt her wetness leaking out through her skirt and onto the chair. "I think that the most important thing," the rest of the people at the table were watching Kendra in confusion. Her voice had grown husky and her eyes were glazed. 

"Are you okay dear?" Taylor tried to say without laughing, putting his arm that the others could see on Kendra's arm, and the other on her leg under the table. His burning touch was too much for her, and she exploded, cumming in hard convulsions while her panties continued to vibrate. She had enough consciousness to cover her face with her napkin, pretending to feel suddenly ill, as she knew she could not hide her expressions of ecstasy. Her boss and his wife looked to each other in concern, then continued talking amongst themselves. Kendra shot a pained glance at Taylor, begging him with her eyes to turn off the vibrations. But he pretended not to see her, and left the panties on the highest level, forcing her to succumb to another orgasm, and another. 

"We'll be back," Taylor told Kendra's boss and his wife, who seemed surprisingly unphased. They were probably unaware such high tech lovemaking devices as vibrating panties existed. He wrapped his arm around her shoulders and led her to the corner of the room, while she enduring orgasm after orgasm. "Ohh," she moaned into his shoulder, and leaned against the wall. 

Finally, he relented and turned off the vibrations. "I'm sorry for ruining your dinner," he said sheepishly.

"It's okay," Kendra gasped, still shell-shocked. "More that okay – it was amazing!"


Day 5: Stockings

Kendra arrived home expectantly, as she had for the last few days, wondering what surprise Taylor had in store for her today. But he went about his business as usual, writing music quietly in his studio for several hours, helping her prepare dinner, and reading in the easy chair in the hours before bed. Kendra was confused. Had he forgotten about today's present? She knew she had had plenty to be thankful for, but she couldn't help but be disappointed that he hadn't remembered to give her a sexual surprise today.

But just after the couple undressed, and before they climbed into bed, Taylor revealed gift number five. He produced a pair of fishnet stockings, which made Kendra squeal with laughter. "How is that a present for me?" she laughed, "I am supposed to wear those? That is a present for you."

"Well, I thought you could enjoy it too," Taylor whined. Kendra smiled, and slipped on the stockings. She ran her fingers seductively down his chest. 

"How about you make me enjoy them?" she grinned, and Taylor pulled her down into the bed with him.

"I can do that," he said.

Day 6: Stocking Stuffers

Taylor was pleased with himself at how clever his day 6 present was. When Kendra came to bed, he presented her with the fishnet stockings from the night before – only they were filled with anal beads, dildos and lubricant. "Yesterday I gave you stockings – today I gave you stocking stuffers!" he explained to a giggling Kendra.

"Well in that case, let me undress before I open my stocking," said Kendra. She stripped, and then reached her hand into the stocking, pulling out a bottle of lubricant. "Hmm," she said. "Why don't you show me how to use this?"

Taylor grinned, and took the bottle from her. He drizzled some out onto her breasts, and Kendra moaned at the coldness of the liquid. He smeared it all over her chest, making her nipples harden and her head fall back with lust. He ventured his hand lower, and smeared the lubricant onto her pussy, roughly rubbing his hand back and forth between her folds. Kendra sighed, and then closed her eyes, turning her body around so that her ass was in the air facing him.

Taylor immediately became hard, understanding what she wanted him to do. His hand shaking slightly, he poured some more lubricant into his hand, and smeared it on her ass. He hesitantly poked a finger into her asshole – she had never before let him come anywhere close to that part of her body before. He felt her tensing up, and he imagined what that would feel like if it were his erection instead of his finger. Taylor pushed two fingers into her resistant asshole, making sure the area was very wet with the oil. 

He reached his hand into the stocking, and pulled out the anal beads. "Hmm, look what I have here," he murmured, and Kendra's nod indicated it was alright. Taylor was almost unbearably hard by this point, and he rubbed his penis up in between Kendra's ass cheeks, moaning. She grinned, knowing exactly what this was doing to him. Then, slowly, Taylor inserted the beads into Kendra. It took a while, and he reached over and played with her breasts and her clit to relax her. Finally, all four beads on the string were inside her body.

Kendra decided she liked this feeling of fullness. She turned over and sat on the floor, feeling the beads shift inside her body. "Ohh," she moaned, unable to help herself. She attacked Taylor suddenly, biting his lips and ears, overwhelmed by the feeling of fullness in her ass, yet still needing her pussy to be filled. He reciprocated eagerly, stripping off his clothes and pushing himself on top of her. 

He entered her quickly and smoothly – her wetness made him slide in easily, and yet he could feel the beads inside her through the thin wall of her cunt. It felt tighter, and he could feel the beads shifting inside of her as he thrust. Kendra bit his shoulder and pulled his hair – she had never felt so turned on in her life. Taylor was overcome – and came – but was determined to bring Kendra with him. With one hand he reached down to rub her clit and with the other, he began to pull the beads out of Kendra's ass, one at a time. Kendra felt a total and complete release, screaming as the slight pain in her ass combined with the total pleasure Taylor was administering to her clit. She fell back on the floor, the contents of the stocking strewn everywhere. "Mmm," she smiled contentedly, as Taylor looked on, ecstatic at his achievement.

Day 7: Tobogganing

Taylor pulled Kendra by the hand to a secluded area at the top of a hill where families and couples were happily pushing each other off the top on toboggans. "Where are we going?" Kendra exclaimed. Taylor covered her mouth with his to silence her. Quietly, he unzipped both of their coats. They kissed passionately, finding warmth in each other's arms in the cold day. Screams of glee coming from nearby made Kendra giggle, before Taylor distracted her by pulling her down into a pile of their coats in the snow. 

Silently, he pulled her skirt and underwear aside, and entered her. "Ohh," moaned Kendra at the unexpected intrusion, and Taylor quickly hushed her. Her fingers massaged Taylor's neck as she pulled his lips to her breasts. Her nipples stood up in the frigid air. 

Taylor licked his fingers and rubbed them against Kendra's clitoris while continuing to thrust, knowing this move drove her crazy. He sucked gently on her neck, and intertwined his legs with hers, driving deeper into her. When he knew she was close to orgasm, he withdrew, and suddenly began dressing her – he put her coat back on her, and buttoned her shirt. Kendra was confused, but Taylor continued to massage his fingers into her pussy with one hand, so she didn't argue. He rubbed faster and faster, and suddenly Kendra exclaimed, "Oh Taylor! I'm going to cum..."

With this, Taylor scooped up Kendra in his arms, and placed her on a toboggan that he had planted nearby. Kendra was confused but was so close to cumming that she couldn't help herself, and began to masturbate in Taylor's arms. He kissed her, and then as soon as he heard the beginning screams of her orgasm, pushed her down the hill on the toboggan. Kendra screamed, as she orgasmed in what felt like a total release of her body, as she fell through the snow all the way down the hill. She couldn't see anything, could only feel the spasms of her body, the cold air rushing past her, and the drop of her stomach as she slid down. Her screams blended in with the rest of the screaming tobogganers, but Kendra knew none felt the ecstasy that she did in her toboggan ride.

Day 8: A bow

Taylor got into bed tonight silently. Kendra was still horny from yesterday's gift: while she greatly enjoyed it, she wanted to feel Taylor's cock spurt inside her. She kissed his neck and walked her fingers down his chest to his cock, to find her day 8 present. Taylor had tied his erect cock at the base with a tight red bow, giving Kendra her present: the bow would prevent Taylor from orgasming while they had sex, and she could prolong it as long as she wanted, simply tugging on the end of the bow to release his cock when she was ready for him to cum. 

"I like this gift!" Kendra exclaimed naughtily, already making plans in her mind to torture her poor boyfriend. With one hand she masturbated him, and with the other, herself. Only, she gave herself a fast, hard pace, and only lightly handled him, drifting her fingers along the shaft but avoiding the sensitive head. "Unnngh," Kendra moaned, thrusting her hips in the air as she brought herself to an orgasm.




12 Days of Christmas



Poor Taylor had to lie there, cock already straining against the tight red bow, sticking straight up in the air, as Kendra humped his thigh, cumming strongly. "Ahhh! God!" she shouted. Taylor growled low in his throat, an involuntary noise. "Mmm," Kendra lay still for a minute, recovering. She moved on top of him, smiling down at him, and brushed her sopping wet pussy over his rock-hard cock. 

"You're torturing me," Taylor breathed huskily. "I'm so hard it hurts." He couldn't help but catch Kendra's hips in his hands and force her down onto him, thrusting madly. Kendra was secretly pleased that she made him lose control, but she gave him a stern pat on the ass. To punish him for his over-eagerness, she withdrew slowly, and then even more slowly pushed back down to engulf him. She continued this slow pace, up and down, up and down, until Taylor practically screamed with frustration. "I want you so bad!" he grunted, biting his lip, and squeezing her hands. 

Kendra smiled and picked up the pace, taking him into her again and again. She touched herself while pumping him, bringing herself to orgasm a second time. Taylor watched with pained desire on his face. Finally she was humping his cock so hard that the bed was shaking loudly, bumping against the wall with their movements. "Ohhhh!!" screamed Taylor. He wanted to cum so badly, but his cock strained against the red bow, making the painful head of his cock even more engorged when he tried. In his frustration, he pumped his hips upward into her, urging her into an even more impossibly fast pace, which in turn felt even more amazing and tortured him further when he was denied his release.

Kendra continued to pump him, squeezing the muscles of her pussy around his unbelievably hard cock. She stood up, and turned around, inviting him to fuck her from behind. Taylor loved this position, but now he felt almost like he couldn't take it. He reluctantly slid into her as she kneeled on her knees in front of him, feeling lightheaded and overly aroused. He fucked her hard, unable to help himself, and Kendra screamed as his huge cock pounded her G-spot over and over, making her cum again and again. "Ungggg" she grunted as he pounded her into the bed. Taylor could feel her contracting around him, and his dick began to twitch uncontrollably, trying to cum. He collapsed on top of Kendra in a near faint, and Kendra finally relented.

She quickly pulled on of the ties on the bows, and Taylor screamed her name. "Keeeeennnndraaaa!!!!!" His cock spurted for minutes on end, as he released the hours of torture he had endured into her swollen cunt. "Oh, oh, oh, oh," Taylor felt like he was about to pass out as his cock continued to cum, and the feelings were almost too much for him. "Ohhh," he slowed his thrusts, and Kendra squeezed her pussy walls, milking every last drop from his abused penis. She rolled over and kissed him sweetly on the lips, and the couple immediately fell into a deep sleep in each other's arms.

Day 9: Glass of Milk

All of Taylor's presents had inspired Kendra, and she wanted to give him one of her own. This evening, she decided she would substitute one of her presents for one of his. She called Taylor into the kitchen, where he found Kendra wearing only a Santa hat. She had set up a plate of cookies, and an empty glass. Taylor grinned. "Should I pour some milk?" he asked her, taking a bite of a cookie. 

Kendra said, "I was hoping you would ask that. Yes, but let's do it my way." She sank to her knees, and unbuckled his pants. Taylor grew hard immediately. She pulled his jeans to his ankles, followed by his boxers. "Mmmm," she moaned at the sight of him hard and ready for her. She cradled his warm balls in one hand, rubbing them against each other. With her other hand, she positioned his cock straight towards her mouth, and then licked it from base to tip. Taylor moaned in appreciation.

Kendra pushed Taylor back against the refrigerator, where he yelped at the coldness on his back. "I'll warm you up, baby," she murmured against his cock, before taking him completely into her mouth. She licked him up and down, and then took him in her mouth all the way, and swallowed. Taylor grunted at the feeling of her throat contracting on his head, trying to swallow all of him into her. He ran his fingers through her hair, and pumped his hips against her mouth. She obliged, picking up her pace and bringing him to the edge of his orgasm. When he was about to come, she quickly grabbed the empty glass from the counter and caught his spurts in it. He moaned, filling the glass with his milk. 

As Taylor lay exhausted against the fridge, sinking to the floor, Kendra happily took a bite of a cookie and then a swig from her glass of "milk." "Mmm," she murmured, now sporting a creamy milk mustache. "That hits the spot." Taylor looked up at her through eyes drooped with desire. 

"I think I'll get my own glass of milk from the fridge, if you don't mind," he laughed.

Day 10: Inviting a Guest

Taylor was nervous about today's gift. Although Kendra had never expressed desire to have a threesome before, he knew that she was attracted to a particular woman who he played jazz with occasionally. He had invited her over and she was already sitting naked in their closet, waiting for bedtime. 

Taylor brought Kendra into the bedroom, undressed and blindfolded her. Kendra smiled as she heard him take off his own clothes, and then push her onto the bed. He began to lick her cunt, and she squirmed with desire. All of a sudden, Kendra felt another pair of lips kissing her breasts. She struggled to undo the blindfold, but couldn't. "Ohhh," she moaned. She knew it had to be a woman from the way she was licking her nipples – only a woman would know how to evoke those sensations – and she recognized the perfume of the woman she had found so attractive at some of Taylor's concerts. 

Kendra was slightly embarrassed, but threw all caution to the wind when Taylor slid his penis inside her, and the woman began to kiss Kendra. She was overcome with desire, and surprised herself when she reached out to fondle the woman's breasts, which made Taylor moan and pump harder. He flipped her over so that she was riding him, allowing the woman access to Kendra's clit. She sucked at her clit while Taylor pumped up into her, and Kendra screamed, cumming instantly. Taylor was incredibly aroused by the sight of another woman licking his wife while he fucked her, and he came too. 

Kendra undid her blindfold, and she and Taylor sheepishly looked at their new friend. The woman laughed, "Well, that was fast," making both Taylor and Kendra blush. They looked at each other with embarrassment, and then turned to the woman. 

"Would you like some tea?" asked Kendra. "We still have the whole night."

Day 11: Christmas Party

Kendra came home from work to find a party in her house. She put away her coat and briefcase and poured herself a drink, glancing around. It appeared that the party was all men. She looked around for Taylor, chatting with a couple of the men on the way. She noticed that they all seemed very attractive: they were all very muscular, and had model-like faces. 

Kendra turned around when she felt one man grab her ass. "Excuse me!" she exclaimed, unsure what to do if a stranger started feeling her up in her own house. 

"Oh, sorry," said the attractive man in a deep voice. "I just couldn't help myself, you are so beautiful." Kendra blushed, and didn't protest when he pulled her hips to his body so that she could feel his erection pressing through his clothes against her waist. It was a very large cock, she could feel, and felt herself beginning to get wet. She knew she shouldn't be having these thoughts about another man – she was very happy with Taylor – but she couldn't help it. The drink, along with the twenty gorgeous guys in her apartment, were making her head spin. 

Kendra felt another man come up behind her, and similarly press his erection into her ass. "Hey!" she said. "What is going on?" But she didn't protest too convincingly. The two men began to kiss her neck, and Kendra felt her head fall back with desire. A third man approached and weaved his hands in between the three to fondle her breasts. The four were now the central attraction of the party, and they began to strip off all their clothes. Two men lifted Kendra in the air, and she was never to touch the ground for the rest of the night. Another two men began to lick Kendra's pussy, and she felt overcome with desire, and spasmed as she was held up in the air. She felt weightless, as if she existed only for sex. 

Kendra saw that all the men in the room had stripped off all their clothes, and were slowly stroking their hard, beautiful cocks. She thought that she saw Taylor in the corner of the room, beating off, but she was too distracted to be sure. She felt men's hands grasping at her breasts, sticking their fingers into her mouth, squeezing her ass, and poking into her cunt and ass. Someone reached up to pour oil all over her, and the group gave a collective groan. Kendra had never been so turned on: she loved that it was her, and only her, who was making twenty men go crazy with desire for her. 

Kendra was passed around the room in the air, as all the men wanted a chance to hold her, touch her, press their erections up against her, kiss her sweet pussy. One man somehow obtained a can of whip cream from the fridge and shot it at Kendra, to the delight of the men around her, who quickly lapped it up, making Kendra giggle with the tickling sensation of seven tongues on her torso. 

Kendra vaguely heard one man announce, "Okay, boys, it's time," before she felt someone's cock enter her. She panicked for a moment, worrying about Taylor, but suddenly he was there, kissing her lips, soothing her. She gazed into Taylor's eyes, and saw that he was just as aroused as she was by their little Christmas party. She bit his lips as the stranger pumped into her, and felt two men thrust their dicks into each of her hands, wanting her to touch them. She obliged happily – nothing turned her on more than the feel of a hard erection against her body. 

Kendra felt other men press their hard cocks against her body, her waist, her head, poking at her elbow and armpit, or even at her legs. They all needed to touch this beautiful creature that they collectively made love to. Just the sound of twenty men moaning how beautiful she was made her orgasm the first time, squeezing the cum out of the stranger's cock in her pussy. "Arrgh," he grunted, pulling out as soon as he was done cumming. 

Kendra felt herself being tossed around the room, her body never touching the ground. Another man slid into her, and Kendra groaned with how large he was. He pulled Kendra's body away from the other men and hugged it to himself, so that her breasts her pressed up against his chest, her head dropped against his shoulder as he fucked her roughly in the air. 

One man called out, "Hey that's not fair. You can't have her all to yourself." Kendra felt another man come up behind her, and begin to play with her ass. "Noo," she called out unconvincingly, and the man began the process of trying to penetrate her asshole with his huge cock. It took several minutes to get the head into her virgin ass, and Kendra screamed, surprising herself with how good it felt to have one giant dick pumping her pussy and another lodged in her ass. The man held her by the breasts, and inch by inch thrust farther up into her ass. 

Kendra had never felt so full. She was suspended in the air between two huge muscular men, their cocks lodged up inside her body. She felt like a meat sandwich, and both men bit her neck. They both used both hands on her hips and breasts to toss her up in the air between them. Her pussy would almost come off of both of them, but the force of gravity would pull her back down, so that she landed back on their dicks, involuntarily shoving them up inside her again. They tossed her up in the air again and again, and another man began to kiss and suck on her toes, sending tremors through her legs and cunt. 

The men began to forcefully pull Kendra back down onto their cocks, and the roughness of it all made Kendra cum. "Aii!!" she screamed, orgasming harder than she had ever before, and contracting so hard that the two men came, feeling each other's hot spurts through the thin walls of Kendra's pussy. Kendra was filled with gooey liquid that dripped out onto the floor as she was passed in the air to another group of men, but the night was not yet over. 

These men kissed her and sucked on her breasts, and grabbed her flesh wherever they could. Kendra moaned, overwhelmed with sensation. One man lay down on the floor, and the others lowered Kendra's pussy onto his erect cock. Kendra lay her head on his chest, exhausted, while he pumped her. The other men lifted Kendra's legs backward in the air. Another man knelt between her legs, and pressed his cock alongside the first man's, beginning to thrust at the same tempo, and slowly moving forward so that his cock began to enter Kendra's pussy with the first man's cock. She screamed at the sensation of having two hard cocks in her cunt at the same time, thrusting together, but also sometimes thrusting alternately, jabbing her constantly and leaving her no moment to breathe. She started to scream as they thrust faster, but another man quickly filled her open throat with his dick. He thrust down, taking advantage of Kendra's surprise to press his balls into her chin, and force her to take him all inside her mouth. 

Kendra lay limp between the three men, taking all of their cocks into her, when a fourth man straddled her back. "How can I fit a fourth cock inside me?" Kendra wondered. But the man maneuvered himself so that his cock fit inside her asshole. He inched in so slowly, because Kendra was being tossed around by the other three thrusting men, and because her body was already so full of man meat that there was no room left for him. But he forced his way into her ass, feeling the two cocks inside Kendra's pussy. He began to piston inside her ass, going faster than any of the other men. 

Kendra could not believe she had four cocks inside her. She couldn't move, she could only gag on the cock she was sucking, and feel the two cocks slide in and out of her pussy, pleasurably squishing against each other and against her pussy walls, and the vague pain of the man fucking her ass. It turned her on to look behind her and see the pile of men squirming on top of each other, all trying to get off inside her. She blindly reached both her hands out to her sides, and two men obliged, filling her hands with their huge meat. This went on for what seemed like forever, and Kendra knew she was going to be sore in the morning. Someone poured a bucket of ice on the seven of them, and they moaned collectively; the ice melted almost instantly in the heat of their movements, making their fucking into a wet slippery mess, and the sounds of squishing and slapping were amplified.

Kendra noticed one man approach the man she was sucking off and begin to lubricate his ass. He then proceeded to start fucking his asshole, making that man's thrusts into Kendra's mouth more forceful. Kendra could see the second man's balls slapping against the first, and the sight of this turned her on so much that she started to cum despite the pain of being filled by four cocks. She screamed, and the vibrations of her throat made the man in front of her cum, and his ass contracted, making the man fucking him cum. The contractions of Kendra's pussy were painful for the three men, and they all came instantly together, screaming and thrusting wildly as they competed to spurt their cum inside her body. The eight people collapsed in a pile on the floor, and Taylor came out of the corner from where he had been masturbating, and kissed Kendra. "I love you," he said, and all she could do was gaze up at him with love and lust in her eyes.


Day 12: A Ring

Taylor and Kendra quietly got into bed. Kendra wondered what gift could top the last eleven that Taylor had given her.

"Kendra," began Taylor. "I have had such fun with you these last eleven days. It has made me realize that I love you, but that sex, which is so important to me, will never be boring with you. I want to do these things with you every night for the rest of my life. Kendra, will you marry me?" With that, Taylor produced a perfect diamond ring, and slipped it on a shocked Kendra's finger. 

"Oh Taylor," she cried, throwing her arms around his neck. "I could never ask for a better man. You treat me so well, and I love you. Yes, I will marry you!" 

The newly engaged couple kissed sweetly, and held hands.

The end – this is my first story, please comment and tell me what you think. If you liked it, please vote! Thanks ~ sexyalexa



12 Days of Christmas



Your Instructions:

Master's 12 Days of Christmas.

This will be difficult as you need to set aside twelve days in the run up to Christmas when you can put the time aside to fulfil the appropriate part of this task on each day, when you will not be disturbed by work/kids and the answer-phones are all on without fail! Not necessarily at the same time or your Master will expect it. 

You will require an ample supply of chocolate body paint. At the appropriate time you will convince your Master to sit or stand in an appropriate position where you can get at the appropriate part of his body, remove any of his clothing as necessary and cover the appropriate area of his body with chocolate body paint. Then remove it with your tongue. Slowly! The body parts and days are listed below.

Day 1: Right forearm

Day 2: Left forearm

Day 3: Right bicep/upper arm

Day 4: Left bicep/upper arm

Day 5: Right lower leg below knee

Day 6: Left lower leg below knee

Day 7: Chest 

Day 8: Back (going no lower than top of buttocks!)

Day 9: Right thigh

Day 10: Left thigh

Day 11: The area around the waist across front of the torso between the belly button and the beginnings of the pubic hair going no lower down the torso than 1cm above the base of the penis!

Day 12: Cock and balls. Once licked/sucked clean (and I mean clean!), finish with a long slow blowjob.

The idea is that, by the twelfth day your Master will be 'fit to burst' and that the blowjob he receives on that day will be particularly memorable. You will not give your Master a blowjob for the first eleven days unless he specifically orders you to do so, not requests in anyway, but specifically instructs you.

Obviously, this will require a great deal of discipline and self-control on your part. Are you capable I wonder?

Your mentor

X

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The task:

Day 1

12pmI was wondering how to go about telling you how it goes so I thought that the best way for me to tell you exactly how is to keep a diary throughout then give it to you at the end. I hope you don't mind but I took the liberty of changing chocolate spread for peanut butter. I'm not mad keen on chocolate at the best of times so thought I could be much more enthusiastic about different and possibly stickier foods. Peanut butter, honey, treacle, cheese spread are all considerations. Also, as with varying body parts the varying foods may cause just as much confusion. I promise no chilli dip!

1pm We've just got in from shopping. I bought the brand new jar of peanut butter there. I'd made a fuss about getting it, asking him to not forget it if he went before I was free of my class. He has no idea why I would want it so badly. We've not had any in the house for months. 

We were just sitting in the office, him at his desk and me here at mine and I thought 'now would be a good time!' So I slipped into the kitchen, grabbed a spoonful from the jar and brought it back into the office. He was oblivious. I felt like giggling out loud but I didn't. Instead I held the spoon behind my back and asked to see his arm. He held it out to me but it was covered still so I rolled up his shirt sleeve asked him to close his eyes. If he could see what I was about to do I'm certain he'd stop me. I could see the confusion on his face but he did as I asked without question. I smothered a patch of about 6" x 4" of peanut butter (smooth of course! I dread to think how chunky would fare later on in the task) onto my Masters right forearm then I began licking without saying a word. 

"This tickles!" he remarked. 

Then, "Why are you eating cheese spread from my arm? Is this a new serving suggestion?" I have no idea why he thought it was cheese spread. It might be another time.

He obviously couldn't smell it. That was easily fixed. I held the spoon under his nose. His eyes stayed tightly shut as his grin spread further across his face. 

"Peanut butter? What the fuck....?" He paused, "Does it say to do this on the jar?" He mused "Ways to eat peanut butter no 7: off the mucky arm of your nearest and dearest!" His arm wasn't mucky. He's never mucky!

He squirmed a little, I was still tickling him but doing my best to remove all that was there without laughing. The peanut butter was so sticky it was hard to get his arm clean. It was getting difficult to swallow too. I love the stuff but never eat it by itself. Its just too ... well peanut buttery!

I really did have a hard time not laughing though. He went on and on the whole time. He declared it was making his cock harden. YESSS! He said that my licking of the inside of his forearm was causing tingles. And about time! He said that right before I'd finished. And then it was all over. His arm is now clean and no stickiness, as per your instruction. I kissed it gently, rolled his sleeve back down, buttoned up his shirt cuff and turned back to my PC paying no attention to the obvious erection he is now sporting inside his jeans. That was by far the hardest part. I can feel him looking at me now and wondering what that was all about. I'm saying nothing. I had to log this for you quickly while it's all still fresh in my mind. I know he's confused (and horny now too). It'll only get stranger tomorrow. I can't wait! 

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Day 2

AM He brought me toast in bed with peanut butter on it! He never brings me toast in bed. Mostly that's because I wake up first and bring tea up for us both but even when he's awake first he doesn't bring toast. I wonder if yesterday was the reason.

PM Tonight was more difficult than I thought it would be. I went for honey this time, pure natural runny sticky honey. Runny was probably the first mistake. Getting it from the jar to his right arm was challenging. I couldn't very well go into the lounge with the jar in my hand. So I opted for a spoon by way of transportation. But it ran off the spoon too easily. After a few mins of messing around in the kitchen trying to hold it behind my back without dribbling it everywhere I had a flash of inspiration! I got a bigger spoon! Yes I know, it's obvious now but at the time I was too busy thinking about what I might say to get at his arm! 

I carefully loaded the spoon half full and took great care to hide it behind my back and keep it on the spoon while approaching him. He was sitting on the sofa watching TV wearing long sleeves again. As before, I asked him to close his eyes and roll up his right sleeve. 

"I don't like this new idea you have very much." he objected immediately.

I said nothing, just waited. 

"Maybe I do. A bit anyway, but it's still weird."

I know he's wondering what on earths got into me. I can't tell him though can I! Anyway I didn't ask again. I didn't have to. He was already rolling up his sleeve and closing his eyes. 

I drizzled honey onto the bare soft skin of his inner forearm then lapped and sucked as it slowly dribbled around towards his hair. He did comment on the stirring in his trousers once again. I watched closely and saw his erection grow the very instant I started licking. I took a few minutes for me to make sure I'd got every single drop of the sticky sweet liquid from his skin and the whole time I lapped I was staring lustfully and longingly at his bulging cock. I know the rules though. You said I couldn't make a blow job any part of this unless he orders me specifically to suck his dick. 

He didn't and so I didn't and that was that for Day 2. He checked afterwards for stickiness and found none. But now he's more confused than ever. I've just left him sitting there frowning at his arm then at me and back again! 

What am I going to do tomorrow? It's going to be very difficult. I might have to ambush him straight from his shower. But the second I say "Please close your eyes" he'll know.

Honey wasn't such a bad choice but too sweet so I prefer peanut butter! It came off too easily too. Peanut butter takes more licking!

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Day 3

AMI just checked which part is on the menu for today and realised that I got the last 2 days the wrong way round! I'm putting this down to the fact that on day 1 he was sitting with his right arm closest to me. Also he's left handed (I don't know what that has to do with anything really but it could somehow constitute a reason) and finally (perhaps most importantly) I'm woman! It's my prerogative not get it wrong as often as right. When directing in the car it generally comes down to pointing or I invariably hear "Ah, you mean the OTHER left"! Ho hum! 

PM(Before) He's showering now. I can hear it running still but I'm going to have to get a move on and get up there before he comes out. Ambush is the only way today. He's not going to be pleased. He's just out of the shower and I dollop something sticky on him. No, I don't think given the choice he would agree to it. Though I think he must like it really because he's yet to stop me. I'm going with cheese spread today, my sweet tooth is asleep. Philadelphia is of course the cheese of choice, 'Lite' naturally. 

(After) I said "Close your eyes please". 

His immediate response was "Have you got peanut butter or honey?" 

"No. Neither". Well I wasn't lying was I? "Why would you think that?" Ok overdoing the Little Miss Innocent maybe. 

I took his hand and straightened his arm in front of him. I began spreading the cheese on his bicep and inner elbow crease. He opened his eyes and looked at what I was doing as soon as the cold spread touched him. 

"Ah God! Cheese now? What's got into you? Have you gone mental?" he half yelled and pulled his arm away from me a little. 

Of course not. I'm performing a task as set by my Mentor. Don't you recognise a challenge when you see one? I thought but all I said was "Mmmmm" as I set to licking.

My tongue swirled in his elbow crease and flattened across his muscle. The cheese was so much nicer than the honey. Stickier and not as dribbley, meaning I could take more time over it. It really was lovely! I cradled his arm lovingly whilst I slowly but hungrily freed his arm of its dairy produce covering. He didn't say another word until I had finished. I wondered at one moment if he had closed his eyes. I couldn't see his face. I'd like to think he did and that he really enjoyed it today. He's not saying though.

When it was all gone I kissed him gently on the lips. He gestured towards his hard cock in his jeans. He wanted me to suck it but he didn't say so. Still, it was so hard not to. I asked (brazenly) why the sex I just had with his elbow crease wasn't enough for him! He laughed and said that it was lovely but that didn't answer my question. Of course it wasn't enough! Not by a long way. 

"You can do Marmite tomorrow!" he shot at me out of the blue. Oh God no! I HATE Marmite. I won't be in a room with it in case I might smell it. 

"What makes you think I'm doing this tomorrow?" I fired back at him. 

"It just seems something you've taken to doing. Why wouldn't you do it tomorrow?"

Does that mean he likes it? Haha I think so. 

As I left the room his parting words were "Did you come up here just to lick food off me again?" 

"I did" I admitted, "Is that ok?" 

He said yes but his face said 'No! Absolutely not! You should be sucking my cock right now! Why aren't you?'

I smiled sweetly back at him ignoring his obvious torment and my less obvious torment. I'll suck him in a while when it's defiantly not connected to the task as per your instruction. I can't leave him like that for long. Nor can I wait for his cock for long. Resisting that is becoming the real test I think. 

And I can't do Marmite!

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Day 4

9am I worried a bit too much about Marmite. Eventually late last night I just had to know.

"Do you really want me to lick Marmite from you?" I asked.

He laughed and said "No, in fact I don't really want you to lick anything from me. You're being weird." 

I'll ignore the weird. I still don't think he minds really and when it goes further he'll like it more I'm sure. So I'm off the hook for Marmite anyway.

6pm It's been a crappy day. I've had my head up my arse most of it stressing about work and just felt like staying in bed or asleep to avoid the day altogether. I wasn't in the mood for performing your task but hoped it would cheer me up a bit and it did. Actually a lot! He wasn't in a much better mood than me all day and I wondered a few times if he might just stop me before I started. He didn't, thankfully, and it went really well. I feel much lighter now and we're both more cheerful since. It would seem that as well as sex being a remedy for bad moods so is this unusual oral sex! 

Tonight I opted for peanut butter again. I just like it better and I can secretly transport it in much larger quantities than anything else I've tried with the possible exception of cheese spread. And it's stickier than cheese spread. I brought it to him in on a knife and didn't say anything at all this time, just rolled up his right sleeve as far as it would go. He started laughing as soon as I moved his sleeve even before he saw the peanut butter. He chuckled the whole time but said nothing. His cock grew obvious in his trousers again. And again he wanted a blowjob right after. And again he didn't order one so again he didn't get one. I wonder how long he's going to accept my apparent indifference to his cock. I wonder if he really thinks that I'm getting off enough on just this. Baffled but resigned I think is the best way to describe him now. He has no idea why I'm doing this or that I'm documenting it for you. Anyway I'm going to wait an hour and then I owe his cock some attention. It's waited long enough! Tomorrow should defiantly start getting more interesting! 

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Day 5

6pm It's always a good start to any day to wake up horny! We both went to sleep on an orgasm last night and it seemed it stayed with me right through to waking! Wonderful. 

I checked which part of his body I am to perform on today. I left him in bed whilst I went to feed the horses, fully expecting him to be still in bed when I returned. It would have made things much easier. He usually is but today he wasn't! So as it is I've gone through the day thinking of imaginative ways of getting at his lower leg. It's not been as easy as I thought it was going to be. I thought about just going for the 'roll your trouser leg up' approach but if I don't catch him at just the right time or in just the right mood he will defiantly stop me. This isn't FOR me though, its all for him. He just doesn't know it yet. And of course, it's for you. As my mentor I want your approval. I have a plan for getting at his leg after dinner later! But now my pole dancing lesson looms with the world of pain that goes with it!

11pm This is not going well at all! My plan for a bath together followed by a massage and a sneaky peanut butter application to his left calf has been scuppered by alcohol (wine, then a lovely vintage port with a cheese selection board) and a good movie! None of it was my idea and as lovely as it all was it got right in the way of my plans! Still I haven't given up just yet, I still have time!

11.55pm Talk about cutting it fine! We went to bed after the movie and I grabbed the massage oil and treat him to a sensual back massage. I worked my way slowly down his back and bum cheeks. Before long he was totally relaxed and loving the attention. When I thought it was time I quietly reached for the knife with peanut butter that was secreted on my bedside table and gently smeared it onto his calf and knee pit. He thought it was more oil at first until I started licking it off. Even then it took a moment to register what the hell I was doing. Then, as though a switch had been flicked, he was incredibly ticklish. I giggled as he thrashed around almost uncontrollably with everything but the leg I was paying attention to. That leg remained remarkably still. Maybe he was aware of the potential upset caused by peanut butter up the walls and all over the bed! He landed a kick in my head with the other flailing foot but not very hard and not enough to stop me. He begged me to stop, he didn't like it at all! But he was laughing so hard as he tried to be still. I was licking and laughing all at once. Tomorrow will be impossible!

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Day 6 

12.20am I just cheated. Well sort of. Maybe. You can make your own mind up about it. I decided to strike whilst the iron was hot, so to speak. I came down here on the pretence of making a cup of tea so that I could quickly log Day 5 but while I was making the tea I had a genius idea! I went back up with the tea and apologised telling him I hadn't finished his massage properly and while the tea was cooling I'd finish off. He said he was more than happy with it as it was but I was quite insistent. He rolled over again and I carried on paying particular attention to his thighs and bum cheeks. Therein lie my first mistake. After not too long I reached for the knife that I sneaked up with the tea and hastily applied peanut butter to his right knee pit. The second it landed he groaned and tensed rigid! I got going on it, the idea being that the faster I went the less ticklish he might be. I could taste a slight geranium and elderflower-ness to the peanut butter that I don't think is intended by SunPat. I must have rubbed too low when massaging his thighs! My second mistake was not to watch his legs more carefully. You would think I'd learned after the other leg but no! He bucked and his legs took flight again. After the second kick to my head (again not hard) I threw myself across his left leg and lower half of the right one pinning them both down as I continued to gorge myself on peanut butter/essential oil. His body writhed and flayed from the hips up but I had the legs covered and under control while I devoured his nutty flowery knee pit until it was clean. 

He's made me promise now, no more legs. I've agreed of course. Haha! For now!

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Day 7

He might have thought he was off the hook I think because technically it's been 2 sleeps since day 6. He waited all day for some sort of condiment application and it didn't happen so I think he must have thought it was over. Either that or he's just forgotten about it altogether. It's all worked well to keep him guessing I think, don't you? I left it till late again tonight. It's easier getting him on the way either into or out of bed since we progressed past arms at least. 

We were in bed relaxing. I had the peanut butter on stand-by behind my book on the bedside table as it had been for over an hour. I was touching and stroking him lazily, just being sensual and gentle. I kissed his face and hair. I stroked his skin and nuzzled his chest. All the nice things, you know.

But the very second I kissed his eyes he said "You're going to spread something on me again aren't you?" 

The very second! The suspicion in his voice was unmistakable! Bloody Hell!!! I hadn't even reached for the knife at that point. Maybe he read my damn mind! Yes that's it! He must have developed a highly tuned sense of peanut butter proximity. 

He was grinning though. I could tell he was excited about it. I'm sure he was excited about it. Or maybe he was just grinning because he hoped I WASN'T going to spread anything on him. Maybe it wasn't excitement that made him grin but rather more of a hopeless dread. Hard to tell! Maybe he wasn't even grinning at all. Still ever the optimist I decided that he was indeed grinning and excited, more than happy to indulge my new strange quirk and enjoyed it more than anything else that's happened so far today and possibly this year. 

I quickly produced the hidden knife laden with peanut butter, kissed his eyes closed again and daubed it all over his nipples and chest. I knew from the moment I started that this one was going to be difficult. It was so hard to spread because it clung to his hair. That and he squirmed about and laughed out loud right away. So I straddled him, riding him and wiggling my hips provocatively, kissed him again and slid down to his chest. I went for the left nipple first, licking delicately, taking just the edges of his peanut butter areola. Once again the tickle monster struck! He was far too ticklish to enjoy it much and to be honest it was all I could to not to laugh too. 




12 Days of Christmas



So I opted for a more definite approach and licked hard and long across his sticky nipple. This I think went down slightly better but it was still more funny than erotic for both of us despite his obvious erection jabbing at my belly. I pressed on hoping that my determination and apparent hunger would change the mood. I threw in a couple of quiet mmmm's for good measure and I think it worked a treat too. For a while anyway. I cleaned his left nipple thoroughly savouring every lick of the now rock hard bud. 

And then I switched to his right nipple. I was wrong. It wasn't working. No amount of Mmm's and oooo's were going to help me now! The mood went right back to hilarity and ticklish squirming! I couldn't help myself at this point. I tried I promise you, I really did. I was going to clean his nipple and he was going to love it! 

I pinned him down with my body and gorged myself on peanut buttery chest. Do you know how hard it is to swallow large amounts of peanut butter all in one go? Factor in trying not to laugh at the same time and you're getting somewhere near where we were! Let me tell you, I was defiantly distributing it rather than removing it. He was howling with laughter, I was trying not to laugh and choke. The whole thing was so comical it was untrue. I know it's not exactly the outcome that you had in mind and for that Sir I apologise whole heartedly. I will make amends as I know some of the areas yet to come will give him immense pleasure. And in many ways so did this one! I think. 

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Day 8

9.00pm Mantra for today, Must take it seriously! Must take it seriously! Right. Tonight I plan to do my very very best to make his experience as sensual and exciting as he deserves and as you expect. Alright, he's probably going to hate it really but I'm being very positive and ignoring that thought with every ounce of me! He thinks I've gone mad! 

10.50pm Yes, that's exactly what he thinks. I waited until he was just out of the shower and about to get into bed when I started kissing his back. I sat on the edge of the bed as I kissed and licked lower. He knew what was coming. I have done my best to vary my approach but its no good, he spots it every time! I may as well march in, jar in hand and ask for the relevant part of the body to be presented to me. It's not as though I never touch him sensually or kiss or lick him. I do. But even a passing kiss in the hallway is accompanied with a casual glance at my hands to make sure I'm not brandishing a laden knife. Since this started he's become so suspicious or perceptive of my intentions. Still not to worry, like I said before, he's loving it and that's that! 

So tonight I got arty! He was totally resigned to his fate straight away. I slowly and carefully smeared peanut butter into a big heart shape on his lower back with the point in the small of his back. It's quite hard to shape peanut butter on skin with a dinner knife. I was wondering if a spatula might be better but I don't have one anyway. I was nonetheless far too pleased with myself for my new design idea. Then I went to work removing it. 

So far through he went from standing to laying face down on the bed and I carried on. For the first time he didn't laugh, just seemed to totally enjoy it and go with it. But God, peanut butter is hard work! (Did I say that already? I think I might have mentioned it!) I think that's why it's so damn good though. It took ages to get off. Maybe my tongue is getting fitter with all this. I can see how that could have advantages in certain situations!!! Haha could this really be seen as fitness training for cunnilingus? 

At one stage I stuck my finger into the peanut butter and offered it to him. He sucked on my finger so erotically and licked every bit away. It was the first time throughout this whole task that I wondered how I would like to be on the receiving end of this. I think I'd like it rather a lot! 

When finally I finished and checked to make sure that there was no sticky residue he turned over with a raging hard on. He told me to suck it. It wasn't an order exactly but nor was it just a request. I maybe could have got out of it but I would have had to come up with some bullshit reason. I know he would have been bothered and probably felt very rejected. He still doesn't know why I'm doing this and I can't tell him. So I thought about if for oooh maybe 3 seconds then I went down on him and sucked him to orgasm. He was delicious! Strange mix though, peanut butter and cum! I went to sleep horny saying I didn't need satisfying when really I did as self punishment for my possible weakness. 

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Day 9

10am I'm looking forward to licking his thighs clean. I can't believe I've got this far already. I know it's going to be maddeningly tempting for him. It will be fun but difficult. I'm glad this is nearly over. It's so much harder than I imagined it could be. You knew it would be thought didn't you? 

11.50pm Oh Lordy! I think I almost peed laughing this time. As I smeared peanut butter onto his thigh he kept pushing his hardening cock towards the patch. I took care not to get the peanut butter close enough but it was close! I licked away at the peanut butter until I had licked it into a heart shape again. 'Beautiful', I thought as I admired it. I showed him. He wasn't interested. He was still pushing his cock towards me. He even threatened to fart if I ignored it, I believe just to manipulate what I was doing but he didn't order or command anything. Nor did he fart.

So despite his thankfully empty threat and still ignoring his cock I set about removing the heart from his left thigh. It was going well until he remarked that ever since he got his new aftershave all he's smelled of is peanut butter. I almost choked! I'm laughing out loud again just typing this. 

He said "Joop with a hint of peanuts!" 

Then "Enjoy the manly fragrance of man with an undertone of SunPat!" 

Oh God, I tried so hard to keep control but fell back onto the bed in pure hysterics, quite probably dribbling unswallowed peanut butter from my mouth. Most attractive! 

He pressed on with his rant, "Most men probably wouldn't chose to smell of toast topping given the choice!" 

He's right, they perhaps wouldn't. Personally I don't think I mind a man smelling of Joop and KP but as it's my doing I'm not sure I'm the best judge. 

I tried to return to the task in hand still avoiding his cock even when it ended up being pressed into in my eye. 

He asked me "Will I ever get to appreciate my new aftershave as it was meant to be worn?" followed immediately by "Maybe this is why I'm waking up hungry every morning." 

It could indeed be so! I just had to finish before I peed the bed! I spluttered and gasped my way through the endless peanut butter, of which I have to say said removal made all the more difficult by hair. Damn that stuff sticks to everything. 

That reminds me, I'm going to have to try and encourage a 'garden tidy' before I get to day 12. I'm sure He would moult on purpose otherwise!

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Day 10

9am He sussed it! He's finally guessed what's going on. I have neither denied nor confirmed his suspicion. He didn't actually ask me to so I said nothing. But he's definitely got what's been going on. 

As we were drifting off to sleep last night he just said "You've been set a task. It's gone on too long for it to be anything else. And it's too regular. Dunc or perhaps Tim or both have set you a task." 

At least now he can lose the 'me being mental' theory. He has no idea how long it's going to go on for. He speculated a week more and even all year. Now who's mental! A year of peanut butter? Even another whole week would be too much now. 

I think he must guess where it's going to end by now. If he considers the avoidance of his cock throughout the whole exercise with the exception of yesterday he could easily know. He mused over his favourite places so far and surprised me by saying it was his arms! He said that was the most erotic and stimulating. 

No surprise that he didn't like his lower legs at all! The thrashing was a clue. He specifically asked me if I had been instructed to perform on his feet. At that point I silently and absolutely thanked you for sparing me that torture. But before I said anything he told me that he wouldn't allow me to perform on his feet anyway.

Then he wondered out loud about the horror of peanut butter in his arse crack! Oh God please help me! He thought it could be funny if not wrong on so many levels! Only he could think that would be good in any way! The mental image I still have burned behind my eyes I believe will cause me lasting damage.

The end is in sight which is good. Im thinking purely in terms of the calorific content of this whole thing. I mean take last night for example. I spent 2 hours pole dancing my ass off, to well reduce my ass size only to come home and devour 5 million calories worth of nutty deliciousness. I don't normally think in terms of energy spent versus calories eaten but I wouldn't ordinarily go to bed on a good sized helping of my once (now not quite so) favourite spread. 

12pm He's still in bed watching TV. I think I will take him a cuppa up and deal with his right leg now. He won't be expecting THAT while watching Top Gear repeats on Dave. In the everlasting competition for his attention I WILL beat Jeremy Clarkson, even if it is only until the next Top Gear Special is on. That'll set us on a good stead for the rest of the day (What's left of it anyway).

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Day 11

He just caught me loading the knife up with peanut butter. I was in the kitchen and he came through in stealth mode. There seemed little point in hiding it so instead I allowed him to speculate as to where it might be devoured from this time. He didn't guess and I kept a poker face. I'm going quickly now so that I can be waiting for him when he comes upstairs.

11.30pm Its funny really, he doesn't have much belly between his navel and pubic hair, in fact his pubic hair doesn't really finish as such, he just gets a lot less hairy as he gets higher. But still that place you instructed me to cover in chocolate then clean thoroughly is up until now the hairiest yet. I have to stress at this point, as I make my beloved sound like a yeti that he really isn't. But as I licked peanut butter from his belly he laughed as it needed extra licking to get it from his hair. I think I must have looked like a long haired cat grooming itself they way they pull their heads away to get to the end of the fur.

I took great care not to attract the attention of his cock which was so close to my cheek. It was almost as though by not looking its way I could keep it at bay. This wasn't the case of course but was no less of a surprise when it poked me in the cheek in the manner of someone sneaking up on you and tapping you on the shoulder in a kind of 'Oi! Hello! I'm here you know!' way. Yes yes I know, but I'm busy and can't suck you now. Can't you see I have peanut butter to remove and you're not helping! 

But as I licked and sucked at the endless patch of peanut butter my thoughts returned to the 'garden tidy' and I thought of an excellent way to encourage the idea. I began lazily twirling my fingers in his hair just above his cock, still ignoring his actual cock of course much to his and its own obvious annoyance! I pretended to find a stray hair in my mouth and removed it dramatically as I idly teased the hair alongside his cock. I was deliberately and obviously drawing attention to his hair and hoping it wasn't going unnoticed! I had the feeling though that my lack of attention to his cock was more noticeable! 

I know he's guessed it's a task set by you and I'm sure he must know where it's going to end if not when. But I thought that was as much hinting as I dare. I hope he picks up on it though; getting peanut butter out of hair is a bloody nightmare! 

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Day 12

This morning, while I went to the horses he was going to get a shower but our damn heating keeps cutting out and had once again. There was only enough hot water for one shower now and knowing how much I would need a shower after mucking out the stables he kindly left it for me. I know this might not seem that relevant, I didn't even know about it at the time, but the point is, he told me later, that he intended to sort out his shrubbery after his shower! So no shower, no trim!

Now I was on one hand ecstatic as I realised that my hinting had worked and gutted at the realisation that due to a faulty microchip in our water heater I may have to go the distance with the peanut butter and 'full beard' after all! I know he will shower later, but whether or not he remembers to trim is another matter. I shall just see. Either way I'm very much looking forward to tonight. I can finally give his cock the attention it's been so craving. I can reward his patience and understanding and come fully clean as to why I've been behaving in this way. And at last I can send this to you for your approval and pleasure. 

7pm We have an extra sized bath that's big enough for 2. I ran a bath while he was out and timed it almost perfectly for his return. We shared a bath for ages until the water was too cool to stay in. He got out before me. I stayed put for a while longer not only to do all the things that takes women forever in a bath but also to give him the opportunity to take care of himself. I saw earlier that the clippers were out. 

By the time I emerged from the bathroom he was laying on our bed, naked, beautifully trimmed and standing to attention. I'd left the jar of peanut butter and a knife in my dressing gown pocket. He rolled his eyes as he saw it but I just smiled and opened the jar. Just one last time then no more food foreplay. I dug in with the knife and scooped a healthy sized dollop. I took off my dressing gown and stood naked before him holding peanut butter jar in one hand and the loaded knife in the other. 

Now most guys would have an adverse reaction to having their cock approached with a knife, even one such as this that by design would deal perfectly well with butter of any kind but nothing more. I understand this and was ready for it. But he didn't flinch. I crawled over to him and watched his grin widened as I started to smear and spread peanut butter all over his cock. I got more out for his balls and spread it everywhere. He was covered!

I started licking it off, sucking his balls that were covered almost totally. His cock clambered for attention and I readily gave it. I sucked him slowly, peanut butter was going everywhere. I seemed to be spreading it about more than removing it at again! It was so hard to lick off once my mouth was full of cock too. He moved me round so he could play with my pussy and arse while I took one then the other of his balls into my mouth. And at last I was getting somewhere. I wanted him clean before he came. I gauged that I still had time. I sucked and licked a little harder and faster then slowed down again. He was enjoying the attention thoroughly and I was enjoying giving it. I concentrated on cleaning around his cock for a while and then went back to his balls. He was hard as rock and I knew he wanted to cum soon. I deliberately cleaned the remaining food from his balls and damn, they were fit to burst by now. 

Then lastly I licked up his cock over and over to get every last bit of peanut butter. His head was back, he was groaning. I took his entire length into my mouth. He pushed into my throat and I felt his cock throb. I sucked and licked, took him deep into my throat and out again and didn't slow this time. He came into my mouth as though he'd waited a year to do it rather than a few days. My pussy tightened on his fingers. I devoured every drop, savouring it on my tongue before swallowing. I made sure that I'd got everything there was to get and that he was completely dry before I smiled up to him. We said nothing. Not for a while. 

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Now I'm glad it's finished. I'm glad I won't have to have any more peanut butter for a while. I really underestimated just how hard this would be to stick to. Not just the discipline of remembering to do it every day but also how hard it would be to make each task different from the last and keep it interesting for him. I'm looking forward to your reaction to this diary, I'm looking forward to his too now that he can know everything. I really hope that when reading it you laugh like I did when playing it out. I know that wasn't the intention but it was so much fun because of that. I don't know what you'll make of it Sir, I doubt it's turned out how you expected but I hope it still pleases you. 

Finally, thank you.

Until next time

A

xox

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12 Days of Christmas Panties



I love panties. I love my wife in sexy panties of all types. I love her in satin string bikini panties. I love her in skimpy tanga panties. I even love her in hipsters. My favorite panties are silk. I love the way they feel. I love to fuck my wife wearing panties. I love panties.

I'm as masculine as it gets. I love when I get hard. I love fucking my wife. I love being in charge. I love a romantic love session and I love also love raw sex and fucking my wife long and hard. I love pounding her pussy while she wears panties.

I don't have a gay bone in my body, but I love panties so much I frequently wear my wife's panties. She buys me panties and we buy panties together for each other. The fact I love to wear panties and my wife loves me wearing panties has accelerated our sex life to new levels we never thought possible. When my wife tells me I look hot in panties, gets that look in her eye, walks up to me and rubs my cock in panties it is such a great feeling. That is the moment I know that great sex and plenty of it will fill my evening.

This Christmas my wife decided to give me a special treat. She decided to mimic the 12 days of Christmas using 12 different panties as gifts. What an energized 12 days it was!

On the first day of Christmas my wife showed me the twelve wrapped gifts under our tree. She said, "This is going to be the most sexually enjoyable Christmas season of your life. I plan to fuck you like you've never been fucked in new panties each and every one of the twelve days of Christmas and it's just not panties. There is more. You will find out as each day passes. Open your first gift marked Number 1."

I opened the box marked Number 1. The gift was a pair of light pink panties with white lace trim on the legs and waist. My wife said, "Strip down, put them on and model them for me."

I did as I was told and was hard as I slipped the panties over my cock and ass. The material was so stretchy and thin. My wife said, "I love your look in those panties. The head of your cock looks so inviting. I can see every vein in your cock. I really want to fuck you. Since this is day one let's just fuck right now. Each day will get more involved. Give me that cock."

My wife reached down and rubbed my cock in my panties. After a few minutes she pulled my rock hard cock out of the right leg hole, kneeled in front of me and started sucking my cock. She said, "Fuck my mouth." As I thrust my hips toward her mouth she placed her hands on my pink panty covered ass and pulled me into her mouth with each stroke. 

She then said, "Take me from behind. I need cock in me right now."

She got on all fours with her ass in the air in sexy leopard panties with read lace on the waist. I got behind her, entered her and slowly pumped her. She was moaning and rubbing her clit. She screamed with orgasm, "Yes, Yes, Yes, on my god this orgasm is so good."

This was all taking place in front of the Christmas tree. Then she said, "Let's go into the bedroom. I have a new position for us."

She laid face down on the edge of the bed with her legs hanging over the side. She said, "Walk behind me. Stay standing. Pull up my legs and pound my ass from behind."

I did as I was told and the power of standing and fucking my wife doggie style while she lay on her stomach was overwhelming. I felt the urge to cum. I said, "Can I cum baby?"

She said, "Give me a first day of Christmas load. I want your cum. Fuck me harder. Give me that cock baby."

I had a big load and fell on top of my wife. 

She said, "The plan is to get wilder and wilder each of the twelve days. I hope you are ready because I sure am ready for 12 days of pleasure and enjoyment."

I felt very ready and couldn't wait for day 2.

On day 2, I opened my gift to find the new Victoria Secret overall mesh black with white polka dots high waist panties and with detachable garters. There was an oversized white bow in the back. The gift included a pair of charcoal stockings. Just like yesterday I was expected to put everything on immediately. As I was doing so my wife, Jessie, left the room briefly and walked to the bedroom. Before I had my clothes off and the new panties on she returned with lube and our butt plug. 

She said, "I bought the old style high waist for you because the full coverage on your ass will allow me to put this butt plug under your panties. Come here for some ass pleasure."

I walked over and Jessie started playing with my cock. I was quickly hard. She said, "Sit down in this chair and out your legs over my shoulders." I did and she sucked my cock as she lubed my ass. She had a finger in me quickly. I love ass pleasure and know how to relax. 

Then Jessie said, "Your ass is ready. Here comes the butt plug." She worked it slowly into me and thrust it in and out of me. Then she pushed it in all the way and started putting the new panties on me. 

Eventually she said, "Stand up." I did and she slipped the panties up to my waist and then slipped the stockings on me.

She said, "Tonight I'm riding you cowgirl style. As I pound my pussy down on you the butt plug will go deeper into your ass. We both will enjoy something special."

Jessie has ridden me cowgirl style many times. This time her ass and hips were wild. I had not felt that before. She moved so sometimes she was just fucking the head of my cock and other times she plunged my cock deep into her. Her control was amazing. The combination of her wild ass in panties and the butt plug got me ready far faster than usual. I said, "Slow down or I'll cum."

Her reply was, "I want your cum. We have ten more days to go long and slow. Blow a load in me."

Day 3 was just as interesting as day 1 and 2. I opened the gift box to find a nine inch black dildo wrapped in black silk panties. As I opened the box Jessie said, "You get to fuck me in the ass and use the dildo on my pussy so I can have a double penetration fantasy tonight."

We had enjoyable extended foreplay to make sure Jessie was fired up. She laid on the edge of the bed and I slowly entered her beautiful ass standing at the side of the bed. As I penetrated her ass I also slowly put the dildo in her. I was slowly pumping her ass and she said, "Fuck my pussy real good while you also fuck my ass. I want a lot of cock in me tonight."

I gave her everything I could and she was moaning so loud. I saw her hand go toward her clit so I increased the intensity of my strokes. She exploded with orgasm and said, "Keep fucking me I can cum again." I kept my stroke steady in both her ass and pussy. She had two more strong orgasms.

Then she said, "Please cum in my ass. I want a big load so it drips out of me."

I removed the didlo and focused on her ass. It was feeling so good. She started lifting her ass and trying to increase my stroke. I explodes into her and then stepped back to watch the cum drip out of her ass. What a beautiful sight.

One day 4, I received a silk pair of leopard panties. Jessie said, "Tonight is simple. We're going to 69. I want you to cum in my mouth and you can enjoy my juices." Some of the time I was on top, some Jessie was on top and sometimes we lay side by side. I love my wife's taste and smell. We ate each other for what seemed like forever. My wife had her share of orgasms. Eventually, my wife took me over the top. She swallowed my load and said, "Make sure to put your panties over your cock to catch the extra cum drips."

I did and the panties caught a lot of cum that dripped afterward.

Day five of Christmas is five golden rings. The day five gift was gold panties and a gold looking cock ring. My wife told me to slip the cock ring on and then the panties. She said, "Tonight is relaxed. Let's see if we can go longer than 90 romantic minutes."

I love all kinds of sex with my wife. I love taking my time and really enjoying the feeling of my cock in her. The slower the action the longer I last. That night was golden and we lasted over 100 minutes, but who's counting.

Day 6 was the half way point. Before I opened the gift, Jessie said this was a special day out of the twelve. I opened the gift to find a red corset and red thong panties. It looked just like the corsets Jessie has, but when I put it on I realized it was a corset built men. Jessie said, "This is a sexy feminine corset, but it's made for men by Body Aware. Tonight you get your ass fucked while you wear the corset and thong. I'm going to put on the strapon. I can't wait to grab your waist in that corset and drive a big black nine inch cock into you."

I simply said, "I'm ready, baby. Let's get started." I didn't always want to get my ass fucked. It happened slowly. First a finger one night, then a butt plug a few weeks later and finally a romantic adventure in Key West that was one of the highlights of my life when my wife fucked my ass the first time. Since then I absolutely love ass pleasure. The sixth day of Christmas was a welcome I was ready for.

My wife romanced me with plenty of foreplay. My balls and cock got lots of attention in my new thong. My wife's dirty talk was very sensual. She whispered in my ear, "I love your ass so much. I want to fuck it real slow and give you ass pleasure that you will never forget. I want to stretch your ass and fill you up. I want to cum while I fuck you and want you to cum while I fuck you. Bend over the bed."

I was ready. I know how to relax for anal pleasure. My wife knows how to go slow enough until she feels my ass open to her. She grabbed my waist in the corset and said, "You look and feel so handsome tonight. You ass looks so hot in this thong. There is nothing better than fucking your ass in panties and holding your corset covered hips that feel so smooth."

There are times my wife can be very aggressive with my ass. Tonight see was so romantic. It felt so good being fucked. Then she told me to roll over and get on my back. I did and she pulled my cock out of one leg hole. She put extra lube on my cock and stroked my cock while she fucked my ass. She said, "I'm so close to cumming. I want to cum while I fuck you. Oh, Oh Oh, here it comes. Yes, Yes, Yes. Oh my god, yes."

She pulled my hips and drove her cock deep into me. It was very enjoyable to hear and feel her orgasm. The she said, "I want your cum. Cum all over your corset and let me lick it off. I want the taste of your cum. I love it so much. Come on baby, cum for me."

I exploded a big load on my chest and stomach. My wife removed the dildo from me and jumped next to me on the bed on her knees so she could get over my chest. She started licking the cum and moaning.

She said, "I love your creamy, silky cum. Kiss me and give me your tongue."

I kissed my wife and we held each other tight. What a great day 6!

Day 7 was a little less intense, but just as enjoyable. My wife gave me a black pair of tap pants. The loose fit and high quality silk stimulated my cock every step I took. We took a walk on the beach that night and I fucked my wife standing up and she bent over and lifted her skirt over her ass. I drove my cock in her slow then hard, slow then hard. I was a great change of pace to be outdoors.

Day 8 was different. I opened the box to a note. It said, "Day 8 is a road trip to a lingerie shop. We're buying your gift there at 10:00am."

My wife and I drove to the mall and our favorite Victoria Secret. The mall opens at 10am. Older people were walking the mall. The stores were just opening. We walked into VS. We visit this VS at least two or three times a month. We know the store manager and many of the clerks. We walked to one of the panty displays and talked about the colors and styles. We picked a matching pair and my wife said, "I want to see how you look in these panties. Our friend will let us use the dressing room together."

We walked past the clerk and my wife said, "We're trying these on, OK?" 

The clerk said, "Fine." I should have known something was coming with the gigantic smile on the clerk's face.

We walked into the dressing and my wife pulled my shirt over my head and then unbuckled my belt and removed my pants. She started rubbing the new panties all over my chest. She used her pair of panties to stroke my cock. I couldn't believe I was in the VS dressing room. Then my wife said, "We are buying these panties today with cum all over them. Give me a load as quickly as you can."

The unusual idea of sex in a VS dressing room got me real excited. I focused on my cum, which is rare since I always want my wife's orgasm first. It wasn't long and I was cumming in panties in my wife's hand. She moved both of her hands to my cock and rubbed my cum all over the panties. She drained my cock of every drop and said, "Get dressed. Let's go buy these panties now."

We walked to the clerk at the cash register. One customer saw us leave the dressing room together and smiled. My wife said to the clerk, "Thanks for allowing my husband this special treat. We'll take these panties."

The clerk whispered, "These look very well used. Your husband had a big load. Congratulations. If you ever want someone to join you, please call me. I'll bring panties for all three of us. I'd really love to fuck both of you."

I was stunned. My wife went the extra mile for Day 8. As we left VS several customers looked at us with sexy smiles. We seemed to be the stars of the show that day.

On day 9, I was wondering how the sexual Christmas could get better. I opened my gift. As I did so my wife said, "This is a little different and new. I hope you enjoy it."

I opened the gift to find a black camisole and matching panties. My wife said, "Try them on right now. I know the panties fit. I hope the camisole fits and that your nipples are covered in high quality silk."

Just like the corset, the camisole was something completely new. I love silk panties rubbed on my nipples, but I have never worn a camisole. I wondered how my wife found one so big. I put it on and it fit perfectly. There was minimal lace trim. My nipples were covered in silk. My wife walked up to me and said, "I love your nipples. They look so good in black silk."

She put her hands on the side of my chest so both thumbs were on my nipples. She started lightly rubbing my nipples and it was very intense pleasure. Then she said, "Let's go to the bedroom so I can really work your nipples."

We went to the bedroom and my wife sat on the bed leaning against the headboard. She spread her legs and said, "Sit here in front of me. I want to see how much pleasure I can give your nipples. Can I get you to cum from nipple pleasure?"

I sat between my wife's legs. She reached around me and started teasing my nipples. Wow, did it feel good! It wasn't long and I was moaning and asking for her never to stop. My cock was rock hard. My balls were full and heavy.

My wife said, "Try to relax like you do when I fuck your ass. Try to let the nipple pleasure flow all over you."

I tried to relax, but the pleasure was very, very intense. Jessie kept saying, "Relax, baby. Enjoy the nipple pleasure."

I said, "My god, this is so good. My cock is on fire. I want to cum so bad. I don't think I can cum just from nipple pleasure, but I am on the edge."

My wife said, "Get your cock out of your panties so I can watch you stroke yourself. I love seeing your hand stroke your thick cock. If you cum I get to lick your cum off of you."

I pulled my cock out. As soon as I touched it, the urge to cum overwhelmed me. I said, "Baby, I can't last much longer. This feeling is so special."

Jessie said, "Cum for me, baby. Let me see that liquid cold explode out of your big, thick cock. Get cum all over this silk, black camisole so I can lick it off of you."

I exploded with a big load. Jessie said, "I love watching your cock explode. What a beautiful sight!"

She licked the cum off of the black silk. What a great day, even though I did not get pussy.

Day 10 was so much fun. I got another high waist pair of VS panties. Jessie wore the same matching pair. The retro look is sexy with lace top stockings. This night we fucked long and slow in front of the Christmas tree and near the fireplace on a soft comfortable rug.

Day 11 was the second last day. Jessie said, "Here are your new panties. I do not have anything special for today. I'm hoping you will be real aggressive and just pound me from behind tonight."

I said, "Let's get to it. I love fucking you from behind. Jessie was on her knees on the floor, bent over the bed standing up and all fours on the bed. From all fours on the bed I pushed Jessie flat on her stomach on the bed and fucked her lying on top of her. It was a great evening of backdoor sex.

Day 12 arrived. It had been a great 12 Days of Sexmas. I was fucked to death for 11 days just like Jessie said. In spite of that I wondered what Day 12 may have in store for me. I was shaved and showered. On the morning of day 12 I had taken the time to shave my legs, cock and balls very smooth. I shaved my nipples clean of hair and I obviously shaved my face. I wore my best after shave lotion; the one Jessie loved the most. I was ready to thank Jessie sexually for a great 12 days.

I walked out of the long time in the bathroom and shower completely nude ready to slip into my 12th pair of new panties. I walked out to see my wife talking to the VS clerk from day 8. I said, "Oh I'm sorry. I thought we were alone."

The VS clerk, Chelsea said, "It's OK I have your Day 12 panties with me. The three of us have matching panties. I'm part of your Day 12 gift."

Jessie then said, "I bought all of your 12 panties from Chelsea at VS. We talked a little and she suggested the VS dressing room panty sex and said she would check us out with cum all over the panties. She also said we have an interesting reputation at VS and she is not the only clerk that wants to fuck both of us."

My cock jumped to attention. Chelsea said, "I'm glad that thick cock of yours is happy to see me. Both you and Jessie will be happy I'm here. At least I'm going to do my best to give both of you a very special level of pleasure."

The three of us put our new panties on and offered each other a few compliments. Both my wife and Chelsea complimented my thick cock in the new panties. I told Jessie her big tits looked so beautiful. I told Chelsea her ass looked so tight, firm and fuckable.

It wasn't long and both Chelsea and Jessie were rubbing my panty covered ass and cock. They sucked my nipples at the same time one with her hand on my cock, the other with her hand on my ass. I was on fire.

Chelsea stepped away and stepped into a strapon. I kneeled down and kissed and licked it. Jessie joined me and licked her big black strapon. Chelsea said, "Who wants me to fuck them first."

Jessie said, "Fuck my pussy while Jason works my nipples and after some fun, Jason can fuck my ass for a little DP. I love having two cocks in me so much."

Jessie knows the best position for double penetration and literally ran to the bedroom. I played with Jessie's big tits and nipples while Chelsea fucked Jessie. I put on a condom so I could put my cock in both Jessie and Chelsea after I fucked Jessie's ass. 

Jessie was going wild with pleasure with the DP and she played with her own clit. She was moaning quickly and started screaming, "Fuck me, fuck me hard. I love it. I love it. Fuck me in my ass and cunt."

After Jessie had several orgasms I moved behind Chelsea, removed the condom and stuck my cock deep into her pussy. We moved our hips together. I fucked her and she fucked Jessie in rhythm. Jessie moved so Chelsea was bent over the bed and I was fucking her. Jessie had her pussy in Chelsea's face. Chelsea ate Jessie and fingered her clit at the same time while I fucked Chelsea.

Jessie had her orgasm and moved behind me. She had slipped her pink strapon with black cock on and lubed my ass. She got in me easily. She fucked me while I fucked Chelsea. 




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It wasn't long and Chelsea moved to position herself so she could suck her juices off of my cock while Jessie fucked me.

Then Jessie said, "Jason, sit in front of me and give me a pair of panties. I'm going to pleasure your nipples with the silky panties. Chelsea you ride Jason cowgirl style."

I was in heaven. My nipples were going crazy with pleasure. Chelsea was pounding my cock with the wildest hip movement and ass squeezing. She was super aggressive. I said, "This is too much for me. I'm going to cum."

Jessie stopped touching my nipples and said, "Stop Chelsea. I want Jason hard for a while longer. Jason lean over the bed. Chelsea let's both get our strapons back on."

I bent over the bed while Jessie and Chelsea rotated fucking my ass. One of them gave me three or four strokes and then the other. The head of their dildos leaving my ass and the next head driving in was a crazy good feeling. It was like my ass was their toy to enjoy.

Finally, Jessie said, "I want one more orgasm and let's give Chelsea one more and then I want Jason to come on my face and Chelsea's face together."

I ate Chelsea while she ate Jessie. Both had orgasms quickly.

Jessie said, "Jason, Chelsea and I are going to kneel in front of you so you can rotate fucking our mouths. You fuck our mouths and when you get ready to cum pull out and cum on both of our faces."

Jessie had a hand on my ass and so did Chelsea. I thrust in their mouth rotating back and forth. The sight was so erotic. I was in my own porn movie. I felt the cum building and pulled out. I stroked my cock and burst a load onto Jessie face. I quickly moved to Chelsea and had another burst on her face. I had other smaller squirts and Jessie sucked me dry."

The three of us had a group hug and kiss. We all three licked the cum off the girls faces and then both girls gave me a tongue filled and cum filled kiss.

What a 12th day of Christmas. What a great 12 days. I love panties and I love my wife. She is the best. Did I say.... I LOVE PANTIES????