Come for Me for Christmas (2 page)

"I can be
good. I can do anything you want me to. Why don't you just come on over and
find out?"

As tempting as
it is to drive my erection across town right now, I decide that no, I'm going
to make a real game of this.  I'll have my rock-hard rod inside her exquisite
wet pussy soon enough; but right now I've got her just about where I want her,
and I'm going to make sure she's really in this for me.

"Hm. No, no
I can't do that just yet.  You can have my dick soon enough, as long as you can
prove that you're worthy of my gifts. Now let's take a little test. It's
called, 'Just How Bad Do You Need Me?'"

"Oh that's
easy, Nick.  I know
alllll
the answers to that one!  I need you so bad I
can almost feel you now," she says, her breathing picking up weight and
her voice getting more teasing, more fervent.  But I don't want a tease. I want
a beggar. Who ever said beggars were bad?

"Not good
enough. I haven't been down your chimney in a long time.  And you said you've
behaved and haven't taken every little lay that comes your way. So what have
you been doing to keep yourself in line? You must have had some satisfaction in
all these months."

"Well yes,
I have. I think you know that.  I've had a few fucks here and there.  But
mostly I've been doing a lot of the work myself." And now she's putting on
her pouty voice.

"Hmmm,
sounds hard on a girl. But I know you're good at it. I've seen you. So what's
the problem? What makes you more deserving than the next girl?"

"You're
right; I can get myself off. But it's just never the same. I mean, it's okay,
and it's even fun for in-between, or to get me warmed up. But there is nothing.
Nothing
. NO THING like fucking your dick. Like being fucked by your
dick. You are so goddamned good and I need you so bad I can feel it right to
the tips of my nipples!"

Ha ha! I think
to myself.
Now
this begging is getting somewhere.

"In
fact," she starts again, "you've got me so frustrated right now I
don't even know what I'm going to do! My panties are getting so wet. God! I
need something. Are you sure you can't come
right now
!?"

"I'll tell
you what your good Old Nick is going to do. I think you've convinced me that
you've been both good
and
bad enough to have earned my gift this year.
I'm gonna give it to you, baby. I'm gonna give it to you hard. But first you're
going to do something for me."

"Anything!
I'll do anything for you if you'll just get here now and help me out! Oh do
come FUCK me! I'll make it worth your trip!"

"I know you
will. But I'm a little indisposed at the moment." I tell her, delighting
in the fact that my "indisposition" consists only of my commando hard
dick tenting my loose sweats as I sit back here on my couch, teasing her…and
thoroughly enjoying it. 

Taking care not
to totally give away my cool, I reach down and grab my cock, stroking it, and begin
giving her my commands. I've never had phone sex with her before, but let's see
just how far she'll go.

"I'm going
to help you out of this little bind right now, and then I'll be over to see you
later and really take care of business. So what
you
are going to do
right now, is take that beautiful, manicured finger of yours, and reach down
into those sopping wet panties."

"Oh, oooh.
Okay. I'm doing it."

"Now, I
want you to dip your middle finger into your wet, hungry cunt. Not too far,
just a little way. How does that feel?"

"Ooh! It…it
feels good," she says, panting. "Uh…but it's not enough. It's just a
tease! I need more!"

"You can
have more," I chide. "Take that wet finger now and work it around
your clit.  You can use two fingers if you want. I know you like it like that.
Are you working your pearl, baby?" I'm barely able to keep control in my
voice as I continue to jerk myself off to her heavy breathing and self-manipulation;
but it's important that she knows who is calling the shots this go-round.

"Yes."
Breath. Breath. Breath. "Ah yes I am. It feels really good. Oh but it just
makes me so hot!"

"That's
okay. That's good. You're going to get yours, you slutty little thing. Now, I
want you to tell me: is it wet there? Are those pearly gates good and
wet?"

"Uuuuuhhh
ahhh. Yes. Yes, it's so wet. I've just been thinking about you too much. I'm so
hot. So wet!"

"Good. Now
I want you to keep working your clit with your thumb and put two fingers inside
you. Just as far as you want to go. Feel how close and hot it is. You can
tickle your touch hole if you want. I know a little attention to your ass can
get you going, too. Now—fuck it, baby. Fuck it."

"Oh I'm
fucking it!  It feels good. Not like you, but good," she says, her
breathing coming harder by the minute. "But what about you? Don't you want
to play? Don't you want some of this? It's so warm and wet and good in here! I
know your dick would just love it! And I would
sooo
love your
dick!"

Keeping control
of the situation I tell her, "Don't you worry about me. I'm just fine. You
just keep doing everything you are told to do. No Christmas presents for girls
who don't do what they're told."

As I say it, I
keep jerking myself, harder and harder, squeezing hard from the head down, just
like entering a nice, tight, cunt and releasing the pressure just slightly as I
mimic my back-pull.

"I'll do
what I'm told! I will!  I'm doing it!  Ooohhhhhhh!" she moans, "Ooohh
it feels so good. Oh!" and I can hear her bumbling with the phone, slight
noise and static as it's bumped and thumped in what sounds now like a pretty
serious steady rhythm.

I start matching
her intensity with my own jerking off, and come close to spewing my load as I
listen to her on the other end, narrating her masturbation and moaning and
groaning.  I summon my last ounce of control just to ensure that I'm still the
boss, and I say to her, knowing she has to be close to spilling over,
"Now. Cum."

On the other end
of the phone I hear a sharp intake of breath, a couple of hard, sexy grunts and
some hard knocking, like maybe her foot on the end of the sofa or something. 
Then she cries out those glorious cries that I used to be a master of, and now
am once again, for whatever time I choose.

"OooooOOOooooohhhhhhh…..AHHHH! 
AH! Oh I'm coming, Nick! I'm coming! Oh, oh god! Oooooooooo…."

My own cum
spurts all over my abdomen as her cries trail off and soften to quiet, whispery
moans and relaxing, heaving breathing. I'm breathing heavy myself, content in
the afterglow of a hot phone-sex jerk off, but I keep the receiver away from my
mouth to muffle my noise and try not to let on to her. I'm sure she knows I
didn't just sit through all of that calm as can be and I'm sure she knows I've
been doing all of this for a dose of pleasure, but she doesn't need to know all
and I take pains to keep the roles here clear: she asked; I'll deliver; but
this is my game, played my way and I'm keeping the balls in my court.

Coming back down
to earth, her breathing regulating, she queries me in her nymph-girl whimper,
"Nick? Oh, my sweet Saint Nick is that all you have for me?"

"That
wasn't enough? You're kind of a greedy little thing, aren't you?"

"I really
kind of am a greedy thing when it comes to sex with you, Nick. I just can't
ever, ever seem to get enough. It's the bad girl in me. Can you forgive me? Can
you do something for my badness?"

"Yeah,
baby," I acquiesce. I can do a lot for you. That was just a taste for
starters. Consider it your appetizer. There's more cum for you to come." I
twist my mouth up in a half-smirk, enjoying my own little play on words, bad as
it is, really.

"I'll tell
you what," I go on, "I'll come to see you later. I won't tell you when,
but I promise it will be tonight. You just make sure you're there and you're
ready for me."

"Oh Nick
that sounds so good. I can't wait. I'll be a good girl and I'll be here, so we
can be a little bad together. I'll wait for you all night if I have to."

"Good. You
do that. And just make sure you're ready for me. Because if I don't think
you're prepared, I can still take my gift-bag somewhere else. And I know how
much you like that bag of mine, darling." And then I hang up the phone,
relax back on the couch and steep in the feeling of some good foreplay, and a
rowdy fucking randy night to come.

***

The ride across
town to the village and her apartment is about 20 minutes, give or take, and
the traffic in this mid-sized hybrid city-burb is never too bad, so it gives me
some time to think and play with my options.  I work to decide how tonight's
sex should go, but then I decide "fuck it" and decide to let it play
itself out.

That seemed to
work pretty damned well with the phone call; and though I enjoy some role play
and scenarios in the mix, I've never been one to premeditate every step of a
fuck. For one it's too much work and besides that I always feel like it closes
the door to so many good possibilities. So instead I just replay the
afternoon's call and her obvious hot need, her willingness and the fun we had
together, and look forward to more. My cock is hard while I'm driving, just
thinking about it. Oh what fucking fun!

I start to think
again on the way over about why she decided to call me. Why not someone else,
if all she wanted to do was get laid? Why have to drag me back down into this?
Why not just pick up some promising prospect out and about? But then, I think,
she's never been like that. She has some morals that may be frayed and loosened
around the edges, but she's not really loose. She's always maintained good
standards. She loves sex but she's not a trashy whore.  Man can she act like
one, though.

But still I
wonder if she's trying to get me back. And then I realize once more that that's
not for me to worry about. This was her call. I owe her nothing. I know what I
do and don't want. This is a gift. A Christmas gift. And who am I to be rude?
Mama taught this man to be thankful for whatever it is people give you.

I consider the
dates and realize we're just four days away from Christmas. Christmas is what
she's asked for, so Christmas is what she'll get. That's my settled decision. I
don't know if she intends this to be a one-off tonight, a little early present
or if she cares to keep this going over the next few days through the actual
day itself, but I figure it doesn't matter all that much. I can't lose now.
I'll have hot sex with her tonight until I feel satisfied and then she'll
either ask for more or I'll write it off as a one night Christmas stand and go
on with my holiday schedule as planned. No commitment. That's my other gift to
me.

The idea is
freeing, like a breath of fresh air. I do like to get myself a good holiday
lay, whether I have to scout it out and work for it a bit or whether, as now,
it comes to me.  This is nice, this not having to play the down-and-outer. Yep,
this seems like just the thing. A no-strings Christmas fling.

The impression
does still stay at the back of my mind that she'd be open to revisiting a
potential relationship but I'm happy in my skin as I realize that despite the
super-stimulating phone sex and the promise of mind-blowing sex to come, to me
it's still just good sex with a known good factor. This far in and still no
sign of meltdown.

It's not like I
don't want eventually to be with someone meaningful; I just don't think it's
her anymore, and that is some kind of progress. And some kind of power. And in
the meantime, it's just the right interim holiday break.

So yeah, babe.
I'll do this holiday fuck fair with you. I'll spread my good cheer all over
you.

***

As I walk up to
her door, I smile to myself and recall the fact that I'd warned her she'd
better be ready for me. She's always been a good player and is always game for
some rollicking good fun, so I wonder just how she might have prepared for me,
knowing that I left that pretty open-ended.

She must have
been looking out for me because as I raise my hand to knock on her door, she
opens it.

"Ah it's
the sweet elf, I see. That's it, is it? I guess that suits a little nymph like
you."

There she
stands, totally prepared for me, just as she's been told. In fact the whole
place looks like it's been ready and waiting. I look her up and down as she
smiles coyly at me, teasing me in her little elf-ette suit. There she stands in
a silky red barely-there naughty little number.  It's trimmed with white fur
over her very, very voluptuous breasts bursting out of the top that just hardly
comes up over the tops of her tit-tips. The top cuts off just at the bottom of
her rib cage, leaving her firm, ivory-skinned mid-section bare.

The bottom of
the outfit is a super-short trimmed skirt that stops in the front just at the
bottom of her precious parts. The back is even shorter with the cut rising up
over her beautiful, firm ass cheeks so that by the time it reaches its climax
mid-ass, the perfect roundness of the bottom of her cheeks is revealed,
tantalizingly peeking out below the hem.  The fur trim gives it just the
insinuation of a little snow-bunny ass, and I think how great it would be to
let that fur tickle my shaft as I probe my head between the firmness of those
cheeks.

At the cleft of
her cheeks I can see just a trace of a shiny red thong disappearing between
those beauteous thighs to the sweetest place on earth. It's times like these
that make a man jealous of a simple pair of panties. From out of the skirt also
travels a pair of garters and I follow with my eye down to mid-thigh where they
meet up with smooth silk thigh-high stockings, which I follow further down the
length of her shapely legs to where her perfect ankles melt into fur-trimmed
high-heeled slippers.  I make a mental note to travel this path soon; perhaps
with my hand, or maybe my tongue.