I was ready. All curled up, I clutched my knees to my chest. The satin was soft again my skin, wrapped around me, under me, cold against my privates. It was dark; I could feel my breath on my arm, light and fluttering with anticipation. What would he think, how would he react… there was too much to think about. My nipples stood hard beneath the shift, my pussy wet, waiting for him.
I heard the door, heard his keys on the sideboard, his shoes slip off in the hall, and the door creak open. He laughed a deep hearted chuckle, and I could feel him walking over.
“What have we here” he said somewhere over my box, “Merry Christmas, Open me.” It was my queue, I stood up out of the box, smiling at him, the satin red bow wrapped draped around me, my naked body goose pimpled and gleaming. He eyed me slowly up and down, taking me in as I handed him my note, tucked warmly in my hand, and he opened it with a quizzical look.
“Yours present, to do as you wish”. He grinned once again, looking me over, at my legs, my flat stomach, my breasts just concealed, my hair falling around my shoulders.
He took my hand, as I stepped out of the box, turning around slowly for him, enjoying his gaze on me, my pussy throbbing slightly, as he stared longingly at my curves. His hands felt the satin, ran over my breasts, over my erect nipples, down my sides and over my pussy softly. I closed my eyes, trembling slightly, the expectation killing me.
He undid his shirt exposing his chest; my hands ran over its smoothness, his stomach, his chest, up to his shoulders, as his found the bow between my breasts. He stared deep into my eyes as he tugged, gently. The bow untied, dropping to the floor around me, exposing me.
He walked over to the sofa, sitting down leading me after him, my heels clipping on the floor. He sat back, the music in the background ticking over, as I stood in front of him. Dance, he said. I turned around; walking a few paces away, and began to move. My hips swayed i time with the beat, my arse bouncing and curving in front of him, my hands running through my hair, over my naked breasts, up my thighs, as I ground for him, bending over in front of him, my pussy peaking out between my thighs. I backed up towards him, dropping to the floor spreading my legs and standing again, teasing him. I got closer, sticking my arse in his face, rubbing my tits up his thighs, my arse against his lap, his now hard cock straining against his jeans.
He pulled me onto him, so I sat astride him, straddling his crotch, pushing my tits into his face, he licked my nipples greedily, flicking the bud with his tongue, his hands on my arse, grasping me, spreading my cheeks. I gasped, my head falling backwards, as he pulled my tits together, began to suck my nipples hungrily, taking the bud between his lips, rolling his tongue over it, getting the harder, my pussy wetter and wetter with each flick. I moaned, grinding my cunt against him through his jeans, working my clit against him.
He sat back, undoing the top button of his jeans and staring at me adoringly. I got the hint and slid off him, dropping to the floor between his knees, I slowly undid each button, and pulled them off, his cock standing erect through his boxers. I kissed it through them, ran my hand over his balls, tickling up and down his shaft with soft strokes before slowly peeling them off.
I got comfortable, shifting my weight on my heels and licked his balls softly. He moaned as my lips grazed him, my wet tongue ran over him. I sucked gently, taking them in my mouth, my tongue massaging each one in turn, covering him in spit, staring up at him as his cock pulse in front of me. My tongue ran up the length of his shaft, up and down covering him, soaking him. I licked his bell end softly, rolling my tongue around the ring, flicking it tasting his pre cum already dripping from the tip, and took it just inside my mouth, sucking gently. He groaned visibly, his hands running through my hair, as I took him inch by inch down my throat, my tongue pressed against his shaft.
I began to work him, taking him deep down my throat, sucking hard, my fingers massaging his balls as I choked on his cock, the spit running down my chin, staring up at him. My hand joined my mouth, working him up and down, harder and faster, twisting slightly over his head, rolling the palm of my hand over him, up and down, harder, faster, feeling him groan and strain for more of him inside.
He sat up, and slid off the sofa, standing in front of me. I adjusted back onto my heels, his cock standing proud in front of me. I opened my mouth longingly sticking out my tongue as he slapped his cock against it, rubbing it against my wet lips, before pressing it down for my to take. I sucked it back down my throat taking the length of him down, as his hands went to the back of my head. I steadied myself my nails digging into his thighs as he began to fuck my face; hard and fast, his cock ramming the back of my throat, sliding deep down, choking me. I spluttered, staring into his eyes, as he pulled me hair, flicking my tongue against his shaft as it fucked my face harder and harder.
He pulled out, I gasped for air, before he stuck it back in, pressing it against my cheek, ramming it home, groaning and moaning with each thrust. He sat back down, pulling me over him, I held him tall as he slid into my dripping wet cunt; inch by inch filling me, his cock deep inside me, pressing against my g spot. I started to ride him slowly, sliding the length of him in and out, teasing his bell end with my tight cunt, before thrusting him back into me hard. I ground against him, working my clit on his stomach, his cock pressing deep and hard inside me, rocking backwards and forwards enthusiastically. I felt my cunt throb as I worked myself on him, my cum running down his balls, his hands gripping my arse, urging me on. My nails dug into his shoulders, my eyes pressed shut, as my chest flushed. I felt my cunt pulse harder and harder around his hard cock, my orgasm building thrust by thrust, before I came hard, sudden release I screamed out, scratching his chest, grinding against him hard.
I threw my head back, laughing, swivelling around on his cock, so I was facing the other way, my feet on the floor. I bounced on his cock, riding him, my arse slamming into his lap, the sound of it slapping against him. He smacked my arse, thrusting in time with me, penetrating me deeper and deeper, hitting the back wall of my cunt – dripping with satisfaction. I held my hair up, turning my head to look at him as I worked him, my legs burning my cunt throbbing, desperate to please him.
He pushed me off suddenly, throwing me onto the sofa, and bending me over the back. I stuck my arse out for him, my glistening cunt spread for him, as he spit down my arse, watching it run over my lips and drip off my cunt.
He ran his cock up and down my slit before pounding into me, his hands on my hips, ramming me onto him. I gripped the back of the sofa, bent forwards, screaming in pleasure, calling his name, my legs shaking. He fucked me hard, fast and brutal, his hands grabbing my hair and wrenching my head backwards, arching my back, his other hand wrapped around my throat choking me. He groaned with me, as I started to tense again, his cock throbbing inside me. He was getting close, I bounced against him, screamed out, cumming on him once more, sweat running down between my breasts, cum drenching my thighs. Suddenly he pulled out and pulled my head around, taking his cock in his hand and stood over my face. I stuck my tongue out for him, staring up at him, waiting for him to shower me, as he began to cum, spraying me. He came over my tits, my cheeks, on my lips and tongue, I licked his tip hungrily, lapping him up, running my hands over my cum soaked chest and grinning at him.
“Merry Christmas” I grinned.