Come for Me for Christmas (3 page)

As I take in her
ensemble her scent fills my nostrils, and it is as delicious and inviting as
ever it was. It mingles with the aroma of the hot buttered rum she holds in her
hand, waiting for me. What a good little elf she is. I can't wait to experience
her bad side again.

The fire is warm
and crackling and I hear flirty Christmas music playing low in the background,
tunes like the breathy, suggestive "Santa Baby". Finally she speaks
and says, "I hope I've prepared enough to your liking. I didn't want to
take any chances of being knocked off the "nice" list. But if I've
done something wrong, you could always give me a little Christmas spanking to
make up for it."

"Well you
know," I tell her, "sometimes you have to be a little bad to be good.
But maybe I'll take you up on that spanking offer just for good measure."
And I give her ass a firm slap—not too hard, but hard enough to make her jump a
little and let out the smallest of cries. As she jumps, the rum splashes over
onto her hand, and a few big drops land on the floor.

"You've
rather done it now, haven't you?  What kind of servant spills her Master's
drink like that? You'll have to clean it up now."

"But I
haven't got a cloth with me," she says, looking around.

"Lick
it," I command. "Lick that sticky mess off your hand."

Eyes locked on
mine, she first licks the line that is dripping down the edge of the crystal
mug, starting at the bottom and moving up the side to the rim.  She then
slowly, sensually, provocatively licks her tongue around the outside of the rim
and draws her lip up and off, leaving just a hint of her red lipstick. She
knows what she's doing, of course, and of course I get the message as my mind
fills with images of her doing exactly that to my bursting hard cock.  My head
throbs with the thought and my jeans feel so tight I can barely keep from
bending her over the top of the occasional table, sending my shaft below those
taunting cheeks and into her wet cunt from behind.  I can sense she's growing
more excited, too, and the scent of her wetness begins to creep into my nose.

She then hands
me the mug as she raises her drink-soiled hand to her mouth and traces the rum
line around the top of her hand. She trails her tongue and the inside of her
lip down her first two fingers and swallows as she sucks the last drop of drink
from the tip of her middle finger with an audible lip-smack that looks like a
kiss. I feel myself envying that finger, too.

My voice heavy
and throaty with hardly-controlled need, I tell her, "You've forgotten
about the floor.  I'm a stickler for cleanliness, you know. Grab that cloth
napkin there from the table and wipe it up."

Without a word,
she turns her back but looks back at me over her shoulder, her chin down and
her smoky eyes looking up at me through her lashes.  Without taking her eyes
off me, she takes the napkin, goes down to her knees on the floor and pushes
her perfect ass up in the air, cheeks parting as the skirt rides further up and
I can see the length of the thong travelling her ass-cleft almost to the top of
the very, very thin string.

"Keep your
eyes on your work," I growl, and she does just what I say, taking much
longer than necessary to clean up the spill.  This is just about my undoing and
I thank myself for the phone sex earlier in the day; otherwise by now I'd have
painted her backside with cum. But then, that doesn't sound like a bad idea, either.

I move up behind
her and bend down, put a hand on her hip and slip a finger of the other beneath
the thong string at the top of her cheeks.  I follow it down slowly, teasing
her and brushing her hole as I move down her ass towards her waiting, hot sex. 
She lifts to me slightly as I make the pass by and lets out a little gasp. Then
I find her sweet-spot and take a lap around her lips to her stiffened clit, and
give it a little tickle.

She cries out as
I plunge my finger into her and discover that yes indeed she is ready and
waiting for me, all drips of sweet dew and silken heat. I finger-fuck her and
massage her pearl with my index finger as she begins to move against my rhythm
to bury my finger farther and farther into her. I continue to work her for
several minutes, and her hunger and need reward me. But something's got to
change here soon; because man have I got needs, too.

Reading my mind,
she slowly turns around to face me, still on her knees, and I slip my fingers out
of her to see what she intends to do next. She looks up at me again from under
her lashes as if in question, asking my permission to make her next move and
then shoots a glance to my crotch. I give her a slight nod, granting
permission, loving the soft dominance being played out here.

Eyes still on
me, she reaches up and pops my button open, then slowly, carefully unzips my
pants.  My dick springs out as she slips the band of my boxers over my head,
and she pulls my pants down to free me as her tongue reaches out to the tip of
my hard, throbbing knob. There is a glistening drop of pre-cum and she licks
it, draws it into her mouth on her tongue and then savors it for a second
before making a point to noticeably swallow. Then she comes back to my head,
circles her tongue around it, and then draws me in with a firm suck down the
length of me.

There are so
many things this girl has always done well, but sucking my dick has always been
tops of a very talented list. I arch my head back and close my eyes,
concentrating my senses on my cock as she moves up and down its length and
reaches a hand up to massage the base of my balls. She then travels her hand up
to the bottom of my stock, working the top with her exquisite mouth as she
firmly works the bottom with her firm hand, putting the Heaven back in my
holidays.

All but lost in the
excitement radiating out from my dick through my body, I gaze down and watch
this unparalleled sight and smile at the sight of her red lipstick on my cock.
It's as hot as I'd imagined it to be and she looks like she's really enjoying
her work, sucking and swallowing and keeping steady rhythm up and down my rod.
I notice her rocking on the exposed nub of her heel, finding some way to
pleasure herself as she sucks me.

It's fucking hot
but I need to make a fast decision here if I want to be where that wet heel
lays. Or maybe I just let her keep going and I fill her mouth with me. I
remember the comforting, wet softness of her tight silky pussy well, and I do
so long to be back there, but Christ it's hard not to fill her up when one is
so willing.

I decide to let
my body do the deciding for me, and my cock just can't bear the idea of giving
up this gift, so I give myself over entirely to primitive feeling and within
seconds the explosion bursts through my veins, from my penis to my chest and
out to every tip of every nerve. My load pumps into her mouth, filling her and
more, and she fervently drinks me in, sucking and swallowing while I cum for
what feels like forever.

As I slow, she
sips the last of my cream, slowly slides and closes her lips off my slightly
softened cock and swallows a final time.  There is a shiny droplet of cum on
her full, red bottom lip, and she licks it off, drawing the last of me into
her.

I work my way
the couple of feet behind me and reach the sofa, where I drop down, my pants
still around me knees and my member returning to a state of satisfied
dormancy.  She sits on the floor, breathing for a minute, and then looks up at
me with a smile. She gets up and walks over to me, placing a perfectly-shaped
lipstick print on my abdomen as she marks her last location with a kiss.

***

For a while
things seem even and normal again.  After we've both calmed we mark time in
small talk and catching up with what we've each been doing over the course of
the year or so. It's typical stuff, mildly interesting and friendly enough. We
sip some drinks and enjoy the variety of hors d'oeuvres she's prepared, ever
the consummate hostess. It seems we're both happy although the unspoken
question flits in the air. I don't bring it up because I'm here for the party,
and it's something I'll attend to only if and when I'm forced to.

As we talk she
nestles into the crook of my arm, and I play with her varyingly…sometimes a
twist or sniff of her soft, wavy hair, sometimes a twist and a flick at her
nipples.  It occurs to me that I've yet to see her full glory completely naked,
and with the exception of this afternoon's call I've yet to pleasure her,
either, but the night is still young and before too long I'm ready to celebrate
once again.

As the
conversation begins to die down I raise my eyes to her and say, "So has
St. Nick's little elf gotten everything on her list yet?"

She looks up at
me with a half-grin and replies, "No, Santa, I've yet to get exactly what
I asked for."

"You know,
spoiled girl, sometimes you don't get everything on your list."

"Oh but
there are definitely one or two more things I really need.  This couldn't
really be all that I'm getting, could it?"

"No,"
I say, and I start to travel down the strap of her bra top, cup her firm, round
breast in my hand, and make my way to her nipple to give it a little tweak.
"I guess you've earned one or two more little gifts."

"Mmmmm,"
she purrs, "that sounds promising." Then she turns to me and rises up
on her knees, and I unfasten the back of her top and let it fall down and snake
its way to the floor. I lower my mouth to her breast and taste her sweet skin
as I nibble her hard, excited nipple. Having cum hard twice already today, I
can afford some time and generosity.  I spend several minutes taking in the
taste of her breasts, squeezing, feeling, rubbing, sucking, nipping, and I let
my hands travel farther over her to take in the feel of her perfect lines and
curves, over her hips, ass, thighs, and back around to her sex which has yet to
be entirely revealed.

I decide it is
finally time to remedy that situation and I pop the fastener at the back of her
skirt and let that fall away, too.  Then I rise up onto my knees and force her
back with my body until she is lying flat on her back, stretched before me.

Hovering over
her, I slip my shirt over my head and then shove my pants down and off. I am
now completely naked and the only thing left to her carefully planned outfit is
the thong and gartered thigh-highs. There she lies before me, fully reclined
and totally topless; round, firm tits mounding up in the air, topped by
perfectly tight tips calling out for a good licking. I follow the line down her
great physique, taking in her flat belly and curves carrying down into the red
thong and garters.

I trace my gaze
down the full length of her silk-laden sexy legs, and then draw my hand from
the lace top of her stocking down her leg to her slippered foot. I pull off one
heel, then the other, and work my hands back up the inside of her legs to
between her thighs.  Two at a time, I pop the garter clips and enjoy the little
"snap" they make snapping back to her flesh as she lets out a little
gasp of slightly pained pleasure. I then slowly work the silky legging down
each beautifully tapered, sculpted leg and slide the stockings off to the floor
to join the rest of our scattered clothes.

Now we are both
on even terms, completely naked and completely ready for a hot, hard fuck.
Well, maybe not exactly even because in this position she is entirely
submissive to me, and I control the situation. I catch her heavy gaze at my
hugely stiff rod, red and throbbing. I take each of her breasts with a hard
squeeze and glory in the feel of them in my hands.

Just then she
reaches down with both her hands and grabs hold of my cock, squeezing hard. 
She jerks me a few full movements and then takes my hardened head and jams it
onto her stiff clit. I can feel the hardened little pearl on my head as she
forces her sex up towards me, moving her hips in slow, full, circles centering
her pleasure to my excited knob.

It's clear this
doesn't need to be long and drawn out, as I've had mine twice and she is so
much more than ready to get fucked.  This is going to be a good old-fashioned
hard fuck, the perfect end to a perfect day of sex.

I've got her so
hot and frustrated now that she really looks like she can't hold herself back
much longer. "Ahh, little girl. Is that what you've been waiting
for?"

"Yes, OOooh
yes! That big, hard cock is exactly what I need! Oh, just give it to me. No
frills. Just put that dick inside me and
fuck me!
"

With a small,
throaty laugh, I take my cock from her hands and rub around the outside edge of
the lips of her pussy.  She is so wet and so ready. I feel the dew and the heat
of her rising out to greet my cock as the scent of her delicious musk fills my
senses.

"This? This
right here?  This dick is what you want?"

"Yes, yes!
That dick. Give it to me! I
need
it!"

"Heh. I
didn't hear you say 'please'," I tease.

"
Please!
Pleease
give me your cock!  I've been good, Nick!  I did everything you
said. I'll do anything you want. Just please fuck me! Fuck me now!"

"Alright,
then," I tell her, and point the head of my hard, throbbing prick into her
hot, wet, slick, waiting cunt and I thrust myself hard into her, all the way up
to the hilt.

She cries out in
relief and satisfaction, relishing the feel of my dick so fully inside her. 
She grabs my ass hard and I feel her nails digging into my cheeks. Then she
thrusts her hips up to meet my dick and grinds her sex into me with every push.

Keeping one hand
on the sofa to steady myself, I pinch her left nipple as I fuck her. It's a
hotwire to her pussy and her cries and moans increase, as does fuck speed. I
pick up my pace to match hers. The feel of her firm, velvety softness on my
shaft is pure heaven and I concentrate the center of my entire being on that
point. At this moment all life and sensation emanates from that hot portal of
pleasure.