Secret Santa Story Thread (for matriarch)

[champagne1982]

Evening all, good to see you've been keeping Santa busy while I've been at work.

How many stories do I have to read now....????

I think I'll do what someone suggested and start a sub-thread containing just the stories. No chatting. Understand that people.... I know how easily you lot degenerate into a gossip circle.

Just give me some time and I'll do it later this evening. I have chores to do.

So, Santa, how many gifts remaining??

 

[champagne1982]

Quickly written, but I hope it suits.

Shanglan

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My Story

Chase chuckled, looking at the paints sitting amid the crumpled wrapping paper. Deft fingers took up the card attached to them. “’All purpose – paint anywhere,’ eh?”

Lucia’s eyes danced. “Take it as a challenge.”

Chase toyed with the brush, eying it thoughtfully, then looked slowly over Lucia with a gaze growing in heat. “Must I prepare my canvas, or is that granted to me?”

Lucia stood and shrugged her shoulders in a sinuous roll. The robe fell.

“Ready.”

Chase knelt, a pure gesture of adoration and surrender, and ran a hand slowly over Lucia’s smooth brown flesh. The soft touch slid down between her breasts, lingered over the ripe swell of her belly, and brushed her thighs as Chase sighed and pressed grateful lips to the delicate curve between the ribs and the hip. Chase drew in her scent in a long, hungry breath, then looked up. Brown eyes met; a trace of a smile touched Lucia’s lips, and Chase smiled, letting out a sudden tension that sprung up unexpected. Swift, strong fingers took up the brush, and Chase’s eyes withdrew just slightly, seeing now not merely Lucia, but a canvas.

Colors flew swiftly beneath the brush. The soft, sleek tip of it stroked and teased, darting here, lingering there, drawing sighs and soft groans from Lucia as Chase frowned in concentration and set the colors to fly over the living page of her body. She moaned and let her head fall back, feeling the cool tickle of it lap everywhere, flinging broad over her body, then finally narrow and concentrate itself. She looked up and across the room, over to the mirror, and saw what Chase had wrought.

A rearing horse lept up upon her body, powerful, simple, vital as a figure from the wall of a cave. Its form flung over hers, embracing it, adoring it – and down her hips fell the fall of its tail, draping her thighs and flickering over her sex where Chase knelt to stroke home the last lines of it. The brush slid soft, sleek, and Chase looked up to her, eyes deep and grave with passion, as the brush slid home. Around. Up. In.

Lucia groaned. They fell to the bed. Chase knelt, and beneath sure hands the horse danced.

 

[champagne1982]

Okay here is my story. Over by a few words, but none the less...here it is.


Sarah opened the large wooden door revealing to her the spacious dinning room of the large mansion. She had never been in a room with such sophistication and class. Her jaw dropped momentarily as she witnessed her host for the evening.

She saw him sitting at the end of the elongated rose marble table, smiling. He beckoned for her to come sit next to him. The table had been obviously purchased to entertain double digit guests, but tonight it was just her. She sighed with content and sauntered over to his side.

As the soothing sounds of Frank Sinatra wafted through the air, she admired the candlelight setting. A single simple candle was the only illumination. This made her dark mysterious stranger even more beautiful in her eyes. She gazed at him as the shadows danced across his brow. His firm jaw melted gently into a slender neck that enticed her mind and her yearnings. She cared not for the dinner this moment, but only for the bubbling passion that was growing within her.

“Sarah, my dear sweet Sarah. I’m glad you could make it this evening. Please, drink a toast with me as we celebrate this night.”

Sarah hadn’t notice the two ornate glasses that rested on the edge of the marble. It was just as well as their grace and decadence paled in comparison to his physique. She raised her glass and saw his lips, magnified by the bottom of the cup. She moaned gently, barely more than a whisper. Her host glanced at her, coyly and sheepishly. Astounded by his dark hair, she set the glass down and began to drift away. Lost in his eyes she pictured her lips against his, her body against his, her legs around…

“Dearest Sarah. Are you alright? You seem to be drifting dear. I am that much of a bore to you?”

Sarah said not a word. Her eyes told him what her lips dare not say. She gazed mesmerized by his look. His look of passion, desire, and want. She pressed close to him. Putting down her glass she brushed the candle gently closer. She wanted to see his face more clearly. Illuminated by the growing flame, he met her want, her need. Nearly nose to nose he breathed to her words to swoon and seduce.

“I only hope that this wine of mine be aged and as sweet as those lips of yours. If I may have but only a taste, I must admit that that would satiate my growing appetite for your sleek, slender body.”

Sarah breathed deep and heavy. Her growing urges pushing her forward, she parted her lips. Merely open enough to allow her soft air to escape she pressed into him. The moment of contact to was too much for her to bear and she lunge forward to avoid the agonizing anticipation any longer. As her lips thrust and found his, she awoke. She sighed and pouted. “Only a dream once more. One day though that man of mine shall come to invite me into his mansion, with those lips that match the grace and beauty of the ornate goblets and taste as sweet as that expensive wine. One day…”

 

[champagne1982]

Here's my pitiful entry:

Ice cubes. Her fetish had always been ice-cubes. Even back when they were first dating, she’d drain her drink and then slowly suck the ice-cubes until they relinquished the last of whatever liquid they had been dwelling in. And now? Now she was running them up my chest, trying to drive me wild.

It was working.

“So, Alex,” Her voice is soft as the hand cradling the frozen cubes heads for my nipple, “How do you like my party trick?” The last word barely reaches my ears the ice meets my swollen nub and I groan softly. And then, to make the torment worse, she begins to lave the other with her tongue, alternating cool and warm until I feel like I am about to explode.

“Yasmin!” I barely manage to choke out, before chocolate eyes meet mine, a wicked fire dancing in them. Just as I begin to wonder what she is planning, she has the ice-cubes in her mouth, and is heading…

“OH DEAR GOD IN HEAVEN!”

 

[champagne1982]

Okay I got "The Kama Sutra"...


Dr. Masters picked up the clipboard off the desk and inquired, “How’s our patient tonight Nurse Johnson?”
“About the same doctor,” she said as she snapped her gum. “He just keeps going on about yonis and lingams.”
“Ah yes,” Dr. Masters answered. “He has Acute Positional Disorder, the worst case I have ever seen.”
“Is there any hope doctor?”
“Well, the orthopedic man straightened his limbs but whether we can do anything with his mind is another story.”
“Whatever possessed him doctor? I mean, no one person should have to take that much punishment. How many days and nights did he do research?”
“It was done in the name of science,” the doctor shook his head sorrowfully. "He sacrificed to make it better for me and you.”
"The man's a saint," Nurse Johnson said as a tear slipped down her cheek. "That book is evil! Evil, I tell you!"
“I know nurse, I know,” said Dr. Masters as he tossed his copy of “The Kama Sutra” in the trashcan.

 

[champagne1982]

Meet the parents ...
http://www.xxxfreesexchat.com/SE/SE2/2609-14.JPG

"What the fuck IS it?"

"Nipple clamps, silly!"

"Looks like jumper cables for Junior's Tonka truck."

"It'll be fun. Trust me."

"To connect one of my tits to one of yours?"

"I suppose that's one way to use 'em."

"Or should I connect yours to one another and lead you around by the chain?"

"That's another."

"What's the point?"

"The squeeze is the point."

"Sounds more like a leash to me."

"Okay. If you wanna think of it that way. Down, bitch!"

"Oh, get lost. I'm too old to learn new tricks."

"We'll see about that. Sit!"

"Watch it! I might bite."

"Not if I muzzle you."

"You wouldn't DARE!"

"Try me."

"You're serious, aren't you?"

"Damn straight. Now, are you gonna sit or not?"

"Alright already. I'm sitting."

"Roll over."

"Watch it, smart ass, or I'll play dead, too!"

"It won't be the first time."

"Where'd you get this thing, anyway?"

"Online."

"What else did you buy?"

"If you're a good bitch, I'll show you."

"Hey! That pinches."

"Duh."

"Now what? I look ridiculous."

"Perhaps some pictures for our Christmas cards?"

"Yeah, right."

"Hell, I don't know. I've never played with these things before."

"My tits? Of course you have."

"For a bright woman, you can be incredibly dense."

"Oh, bite me."

"Naw. Actually, I think I wanna play with Junior's Tonka truck."

 

[champagne1982]

“Off” the stern voice commanded.
Nicole jumped in surprise but raced to follow the instructions, unbuttoning and shrugging out of her black blazer, unzipping and wiggling down the matching skirt, and pulling the blue blouse off over her head.
“All of it” the voice continued as Nic paused in her bra, panties, and thigh highs. She quickly shed these as well standing naked, and with her eyes on the floor she turned towards the reclining figure on the bed.
“So you won?” the voice came again, more a statement than a question. Nic bit back a smile of self satisfaction and nodded slightly. “Ahhhh, who would guess the best women’s rights attorney would be such a whore.” Nic blushed, and the figure stood. “I believe my little slut has earned herself a reward.” The voice went colder “On the bed, on hands and knees slut.”
Nicole climbed up on the bed and got into position, she knew it well and knew how her lover wanted her. “No squirming slut.” That was new, and as much as she wanted to look back to see what was happening, she knew better.
A sudden light touch moved over the back of her thigh, the strange caress moving up towards her ass in a slow swirling pattern. As the teasing object neared her sensitive behind it started to tickle and she bit her lip fighting to stay quiet and still. Her lover dragged it slowly across the bottom of her butt and as Nic felt each separate fiber, the realization shot through her, it was a feather. Once she recognized the ticklish object, the urge to giggle became much stronger and the need to squirm away became almost unbearable. The feather’s caress became light again as it moved over the top of her cheeks, tracing down the middle until it came to the bottom of her pussy and disappeared.
“Spread your legs baby,” came her lover’s voice, a little softer, pleased with her restraint. Nic let her knees slide apart further but then her whole body jerked as the feather reappeared suddenly dragging over her clit. The feather disappeared again but Nic hung her head, hearing movement behind her and knowing she had been bad and now must be punished.
“CRACK!” Nic’s eyes watered as the crop struck her upper thighs, the pain radiating like heat across her skin. “CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!” Three burned quickly in succession over her ass. A long pause as the pain faded to warmth that Nic reveled in, her lover waiting patiently for her to think it was over and relax her muscles. “CRACK!” Her lover began again and Nic tensed, her body twitching slightly with each hit but her pussy getting wetter and wetter. 3…4…6…7…
Finally it ended when Nicole was whimpering uncontrollably and digging her nails in the sheets as her wetness dripped down her inner thighs. “Please” she whined.
“Please what?” came her lover’s voice, rough with lust.
“Fuck me” came Nic’s quiet whimper.
“Gladly” her lover replied…

(and I’m out of space )

Fine.....for you Auntie. Since you ever so want me to post it.

"Gladly" her lover replied.
Nic felt her legs spread further as her lover moved to lay under her. Nic's hips were tugged down to an eager mouth, a tongue dancing over her sensitive, swollen clit as two fingers plunged deep into her soaking wet pussy. Nicole's body was already tense, hovering on the edge of orgasm and as her lover's other hand slid over her very warm ass, lightly circled her rosebud and just pressed the tip in, she exploded. Falling off shaking legs, face first into the bed over her lover's head, Nic shook as each contraction in her pussy flooded out to her spine, sending throbbing pleasure throughout her exhausted body.

 

[champagne1982]

Here goes nothing. A product I knew virtually nothing about before I chose number 7 for this opus. Written quickly, at least partly inspired by Impressive's piece, because I enjoy using dialog(ue).

Alex

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"Ben who?"

"No, idiot. Ben-Wa."

"Who or what is Ben-Wa?"

"This is. These are. Whatever."

"They're balls."

"Brilliant observation."

"I'm quick sometimes, you know."

"Hmm."

"So okay, they're balls, they're called Ben-Wa for some reason, but what are they for?"

"I thought you'd never ask! You put them in your pussy."

"Huh? Whatever for?"

"Quoting from the advertising, 'Once a secret of ancient Chinese women who inserted them and rocked back and forth to create an orgasm.'"

"Oh."

"Yeah. Oh."

"Do you use them?"

"Yep. At least, I plan to, I've only had mine for a week."

"How often?"

"They're in now. I almost came just driving across here to see you."

"Only almost?"

"I had to concentrate on my driving. Most unfair."

"But you're here now."

"I'm here now."

"We're naked."

"Yes, we are, aren't we?"

"Are you going to put mine in for me?"

"I thought you'd never ask. Lie back, sweetie, and think lecherous thoughts . . ."

 

[champagne1982]

A Quickie

“Well that certainly sucked!” he grumbled. Stripping off his clothes, damp with sweat, he turned on the shower, as hot as it could be and continued to curse the asshole who’d wiped out the mail box.

“Ahh!” A little too hot.

“You okay, honey?” she asked from the other side of the curtain.

“No, I’m not! I really fucked up my back and hope the shower’ll get the kinks out.”

The curtain opened and closed.

“Maybe I can help.”

Warm and soft, soap laden breasts caressed the knotted muscles. Slippery fingers slide across tightening nipples and down his abdomen.

Slick points, caressing his back, push the tension forward to encircling hands.

Suddenly weak, he braces against the stall.

Excitement grows rapidly within the tight, insistent stroking of her foamy fist, recklessly driving away the anger and demanding control.

As deep vibrations from his chest transmit his impending climax to her breasts, a finger slides between his cheeks. Leaning further into the wall as it penetrates him, his moans echo against the tile as his throbbing hardness twitches in her hand.

 

[champagne1982]

Last night BDSM, but I couldn't feel the mood. This morning a whole new perspective. Yeah, yeah, I could have added more cream, but :


The storm blistered outside the cabin. The wind howled as gushes of snow hurled against the windows for the seventh day in a row. Lilith and Eve seemed oblivious. If they were once aware of being trapped within the oak walls, you’d have never known.

Their bodies ignited in a sheen of sweat, their lips melted into one another and their limbs like tendrils, intertwined and weaved as the fireplace crackled a symphony of burnt, pecan light across their skin.

Adam’s cock rigidly pulsed in his hand, yet the strokes against his hard-on were marred by the dryness of his palm. He reached to the counter, a can of Reddi Wip left from their earlier supper. He pressed the nozzle, layering his cock with a line of thick, white foam.

As the heat of his hand stroked the whipped cream, it dissolved over his pulsing veins. He added more, pumping it across the length of his cock, his thumb swirling over the head. Up and down the surging length, he firmed more pressure over his shaft.

Eve’s moans halted for a brief hovering second as Lilith’s hand stretched into the depths of her pussy. A sudden gasp. A perceptible sigh seared through his soul and timbered his cock. He had never heard her moan like that, he had never seen that look of complete nirvana cross her lips. He pumped his hard-on faster, with fury.

A rage of jealousy tensed through his muscles. Their every kiss and every movement reminded him of how they had been made for each other. How could his own flesh betray him?

Yet, as his twin’s wrist merged with his wife’s body, as her fist twirled through the molten river of her pussy and blazed into her depths, his cock was trapped by his own primal desire. Desperate to release his hate, his blame, his cum erupted with a last pull on his cock and he fell over, whipped, defeated, knocking the can from the counter, and hunching to hide his shame.

 

[champagne1982]

Below is my 264 word story. Hope y'all enjoy!

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She looked at the large, thick pink dildo. “It’ll never fit in there,” she said apprehensively.

His silky voice swirled around her. “Oh, it will. Just make it nice and slick first.”

Gasping, she coated it with lubricant. “I’m worried it will hurt.”

“Don’t worry.” He bent down and tipped her chin up, smiling into her eyes. “Just take it nice and slow.”

She gulped and gently inserted just the very tip of the phallus. She sighed.

“Come on. Just a little more.”

She pushed it farther, gently, so slowly that she was barely moving it.

“Oh, yeah. Deeper. Harder.”

She bit her lip, feeling her pussy clench, and gave it another good push. They both moaned.

“That’s it. Just a little farther…”

With a last sigh, she shoved it all the way inside. He closed his eyes, savoring the moment, then opened them again and smiled. “That wasn’t so bad, was it?”

She shook her head no, amazed at her own bravery.

He laid back on the bed and spread his arms wide. “Now, let’s take care of my front as well.”

Careful not to press down too far, afraid she’d push the dildo even farther up his ass, she climbed over him and sank down on his cock. “How’s it feel?”

He smiled and twitched within her. “Better than bad. It’s good.”

She tried to keep a straight face, but then gave it up as a bad job and burst out laughing. “Everyone loves a log!” she panted, wiping the tears from her eyes.

He laughed with her. “Ain’t it the truth.”

 

[champagne1982]

"Look, you sick fuck, I DO NOT WANT TO SEE YOUR COCK, got it???"

Sandra threw herself back heavily against her chair as she stared at the jerk typing feverishly on her monitor.

"Fucking wanker," she sighed, as she ran her hand through her hair, pressing hard against her temple.

"Mmm, Rumple Foreskin. Now, that's a nick I like," she said aloud as she clicked on his profile.

"Tall, handsome... Mmm... well fuck, could life get any better?" After clicking on his 'view my webcam', she felt a warm, damp patch building inside her panties.

Without thinking, she found her hand working its way down inside her panties as she watched his hand slide up and down his thick, hard shaft.

"Ohhh, yeah. Stroke it baby. That hand is my lips moving up and down your cock. Ohhh, tasting you. MMmm." She moaned as her fingers worked their way inside her tight, warm, wet fuck hole.

"Ohh, Rumple," she moaned, driving her fingers deeper. Her thumbed worked figure-eights on her clit as she slid lower in her chair. "Ohhh, cum with me baby."

She worked herself into a frenzy as she watched the image on her monitor. His cock jerked and swelled. Just as his cock spewed a thick, white, creamy coating onto his fingers, she felt her own muscles grip and tighten around her fingers.

"Ohh, Rumple," she moaned, as she came.

After licking her fingers clean, she turned off her monitor, noticing her webcam light was glowing green. With a smile, she wondered who had been watching.


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eeep seriously running away now lol >>>>>>>>>>>>

 

[champagne1982]

Be easy...remember I am new to this whole writing experience



I was wrapping the last of the Christmas gifts and heard my 8 year old son come into the room. Quickly covering what was laying around, I turned to him and asked what he was doing.

"I found this gift that you have to put in Charlie's stocking."

I saw him standing there with the new cock ring my husband and I had just gotten.

I smiled, took it from him and slid it into Charlie's stocking with the rest of his dog toys and treats.

'Gives a new meaning to doggy-style.' I thought.

 

[champagne1982]

The full moon shone brightly through the open door. Teri could see the world in that monochrome brilliance only night can produce. After the agonies of transformation, she stretched, flexing her powerful muscles and revelled in the strength coursing through her body. A single thought had her resting on the threshold and another fleeting instant took her to the edge of the park bordering the subdivision.

All the houses looked alike, developer's clones, sequentially numbered. The color of the stucco the only thing that defined each from the other in the sunlight and now, in the bluing of midnight, nothing was distinctive. The buildings stood like nutcracker soldiers down the street. Teri moved along the back yards like a rat soldier, borne out of Tchaikovsky's imagination. Her hunger drew her to a door. The holiday wreath a glittering gaudiness to her wolfen eyes. A twitch of her nose brought the scent of arousal and desire to her olfactory bulb.

She looked up to the dimly lit window beneath the eaves. What could only be a grin swept over her lips, drawing them back in an expression only the uninitiated would call a snarl. Her thighs bunched in anticipation of the leap up to the sill when her sensitive ears twitched.

In what only seemed a twinkling, what to her wondering eyes did appear? She couldn't believe it! Santa was only a story, made up to elicit good behaviour from, otherwise naughty, children who were trapped indoors by the winter weather. Wasn't he? Then she ruefully considered her own existence and conceded that, yeah Ginny, there is a Santa.

Quietly, she waited between the holly bush and the house. Teri just knew he'd be on this rooftop soon. The light upstairs went out just as the last sighs of passion sated, drifted against the alert cones of her canine ears. Her mouth watered at the thought of enchanted reindeer flesh, rending as she grabbed a haunch in her jaws, the animal squealing in a sound not far beyond the cries of ecstasy made in the arms of a lover.

The sleigh landed and the sprite old elf quickly disappeared down the chimney. Teri could smell the sweat of exertion on the hides of the deer as they waited, restless on the rooftop. She bound up onto the porch roof and heard the animals snort as they sensed a different sort of danger from the one discovery poses. Teri made the final calculations and pushed off in a leap that should bring her to the blind side of the final deer in harness. She landed and was just about to hop onto the back of the beast when Santa twinkled onto the snow beside her.

She couldn't believe it! He was no small, forest elf. He stood quite tall and his girth was merely an illusion, cast by the down fill of his parka. She snarled and as her saliva dripped from those needle sharp canines, determined that elf meat could be tastier than reindeer. Santa was no idiot. He knew that to finish off a werewolf, all one needs is a silver bullet. He quickly reached into his sack and tugged out the gift he was going to leave in her stocking anyway.

It gleamed in the moonlight and with a flick of a switch began to hum and dance in Santa's fist. He held his hand out toward Teri and uncurled his fingers. The little vibrator danced and purred against the soft wool of his red glove. "Nice puppy. Sit!"

 

[champagne1982]

“Blind Sided”

John was sitting on an ancient oak chair while watching the local news, much like he did every night. He was waiting for his wife of four years to come home. He really wished she hadn’t gotten a job, and wasn’t sure why she needed one. His mother had never worked, and it had made for a happy home. Hell, he made enough money to keep them both comfortable. But she had started growing restless and had wanted to do something to occupy her time. She had gotten a job at a local coffee shop, working her way up to assistant manager.

“Assistant loser is more like it,” John scoffed. He had pondered and pontificated and had finally realized that he probably just wasn’t giving her what she needed in the bedroom, though he wasn’t sure what else he was supposed to do. He was pretty sure she came.

He decided maybe she needed a little kick in the sexual pants, so he had checked out a women’s magazine.

“So women like these teasing games,” he had said to himself. He had gotten a length of black cloth to use as a blindfold, thinking that might liven things up a bit.

His wife got home and instantly wondered what was going on.

“How about you put this on and I’ll make a real woman out of you?” he said with a grin.

She paused, then smiled. “How about you put this on and I’ll show you what kind of woman I really am!”

John readily agreed. His wife tied the blindfold around his eyes, and John actually found himself aroused. His other senses seemed to come alive.

“How about we make this really interesting?” he heard his wife whisper. He nodded. His wife went away, then returned with what felt like scarves of some kind. She tied each of his wrists and ankles securely to the chair. “Can you move?” she asked.

“No,” he replied, straining against his bonds. His member was rigid in his slacks.

“Good,” she said, her voice suddenly serious. “Because now you’re going to ‘see’ what I’m really like. I know about you and that secretary of yours, because she confessed everything to me when you were away on business.”

John’s blood suddenly chilled and his cock deflated. “What? That lying bitch!”

“She’s wasn’t lying. She had hotel receipts and a video. But I don’t blame you for wanting her. She was hot . . . maybe that’s why she and I have been fucking like rabbits for months. She’s been dropping by the coffee shop to get steamed. You told her you were divorced, and she wondered why you wouldn’t commit. Well, she’s committed to me now, and I’m taking YOU for everything you’ve got.” She stood up. “Well, I was just going to pack my suitcase and leave,” she said, “but I liked doing things YOUR way better!”

John strained against his bonds, powerless to stop her. And he never even saw it coming.

 

[champagne1982]

hrm.. i went really long and had to cut much out but here it is... an abridged version:

Devoured

O.K. So, spending over fifteen hundred bucks on a pair of shoes wasn’t the most rational thing, but damnit, they were PRADA! And, my calves look sumptuous in them. she thought to herself as she entered the bedroom, tossing the bag on the bed and stripping swiftly down to nothing but her new spiked high heeled shoes.

She opened the bag with a mixture of excitement and apprehension. She felt a bit dirty after shopping at the adult store but hell, it would be worth it in the end. Buying a set of edible undies was something she would never have imagined, however, desperate times called for desperate measures.

Plucking the undies from the box she lay down upon the bed and mused. Lindsay gets home in ½ an hour. Better shave everything before putting on these suckers, cuz, really, how much fun would it be taking a bite of edible undies and getting a mouthful of pubes?! And on the other hand, if I shave really fast, I run the risk of nicking an important bit.

Opting for the safer route of a bit more fuzz and a bit less danger, she quickly stripped and carefully pried the undies from the box. Daintily, she peeled the undies open and stepped into them, pulling them up over her rounded hips.These better save my ass or I’ll be so damn pissed.

Striking a somewhat provocative pose, she waited for her lover. Time seemed to pass very slowly and she began to notice the undies were becoming more soft and malleable. Every time she moved, the sheets clung to her. Before long, she fell asleep.

Lindsay entered the room with determination, mastercard receipt in hand and harsh words on her tongue. She spied her sleeping beauty in nothing but a melting pair of edible undies and a stunning pair of Prada shoes. For now, we’ll have fun, but if she thinks this is over because of a roll in the sack, she has another think coming to her.....

to be continued... wow! a story idea!

 

[champagne1982]

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"Ho, Ho, Ho!"

A deep voice wakes me from my slumber. I sit up in my bed and rub my eyes. Stood at the bottom of my bed is a very small and svelte Santa. Santa's suit is obviously a size or two overly large and either Santa has some impressive man boobs or...

Suddenly my addled sleep fuddled mind suddenly grasps the situation. A smile crosses my full lips and I unconsciously run my fingers through the bouncy brunette bob, whisking the hair behind my ears.

"Well hello Santa." I smile my most seductive smile "What do you have for me this Christmas?"

In answer Santa Sexily shimmy's and lets fall the big red pants. Beneath which Santa is sporting a massive Strap on. Bright pink,long and erect the sight of plastic phallus causes my nipples to tighten and almost painfully contract as a heat builds up in my pelvis,centring around my clit.

Santa is soon beside me, pulling down the bedspread and exposing my naked body. Santa suddenly then is on top of me; soft and familiarly feminine lips press to mine above the itchy scratchy fake beard. Under the heavy red jacket I feel the press of soft feminine globes against my own, lower still I feel the insistent pressure of the plastic toy on the soft curve of my stomach.

I part my thighs, eager to receive my gift and I feel the cold plastic pressing into my pussy. Slowly it slides between my sticky folds and within me.

The pace quickens as my moans of pleasure excite Santa more and more

"Damn it. I knew you were a good girl" Santa Pants, plastic cock pumping "But I didn't know you were this good!"

With a moan I slip my hand up inside Santa's suit and grope the round juicy globes hidden beneath. I pluck at the pointedly erect nipples and elicit a soft feminine mewl from the lips of my Sexy Santa.

The pleasure mounts and I feel myself stiffen

"Oh God Santa I'm going to cum." I moan and swish my head from side to side upon the pillow until Santa's lips press against my own holding me still. My body explodes around the plastic invader.

"That'll teach you to put "A damn good fucking." On your Santa list won't it?"

"Oh yes Santa!" I reply, pulling down the fake beard and pressing my lips to hers "I'll be putting it on my list next year and thats a promise." I pause for a moment "In fact do you have any contact with the Easter bunny?"

 

[champagne1982]

"I'm going insane," Rachel thought.

The big vibe anchored in her pussy was throbbing with deep and powerful vibration. The thin one in her ass was running with a faster, less deep, but just as distracting buzz. They were held in place by a single strap that ran down her ass, through the metal loop in the base of each and up to the front. It bit into her waist and held them both in place, so securely that no amount of squeezing could dislodge them.

She groaned and looked up, but her lover was at her computer, typing at great speed and seemingly oblivious to her. Brit was a shy girl, quiet and unassuming. This little game had been regular saturday aftrnoon fare for the past three months. The winner, got treated like a queen for the day Sunday, and Rachel had never lost. She had always been able to slip the scarves and ropes her little lover used and escaped before she came. She had come to expect the Sunday pampering and realized now, she had been set up.

Brit always protested she was afraid to hurt her, afraid of cutting off her circulation, the little faker! Like a pool shark, she had let Rach win, draawn her in, and then, innocently suggested they up the stakes to a week. Like a fool Rach had jumped at the chance, anticipating a whole week of lesure over the holidays.

Brit had trussed her feet as usual after securing the vibes, but instead of scarves she had slapped a set of cuffs on Rachel. She could feel the warm leather gripping her wrists. The short chain was fed through the belt and its cold links pressed into her flesh. She tried desperatly to move, but there was no play in the cuffs and when she pulled hard, it only had the effect of drawing the belt tighter and pushing both vibes more deeply into her.

She loved leather, and the sensuous feel on her wrists only fed her arousal. Rachel bit her lip and tried to clear her head, but she knew she was in trouble as the delicious ripples melded with the sensuous feel and the pervasive excitement being helpless brought.

Her only chance was to clear her head and outlast the batteries this time. It was going to be a long afternnon.

Buzzzzzzzzzzzzz

 

[Guest]

Boo. . .

https://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?threadid=300322&pagenumber=2

 

[matriarch]

BUMP

If anyone hasn't had a chance to read these shorts which came out of the Secret Santa Story Challenge, do so.

They are diverse in the extreme, and all wonderfully entertaining.

Well done to everyone who has posted a story so far.

Mat

 

[matriarch]

I got given a bath tub by Santa. Thought about writing something smutty involving eating too many pulses and having to pretend it had a jacuzzi mechanism, but then I got a call from my girlfriend... and I came up with this instead



It would have been the perfect Christmas Eve. Snow drifting against the window, a blazing log fire, the distant sound of carols and church bells, warmth, peace, you, me, and a steaming bath tub breathing sweet fumes of temptation into the room. It really would have been perfect, but instead it turned out to be truly mind-blowing.

I didn’t even get the chance to dip one toe in the water. As soon as we were naked, that was it. You stood behind me with your soft skin brushing against mine, your arms entwining me, fingers moving gently over every inch of my exposed flesh until I was spellbound - a total slut to your desires.

I loved the way your nipples hardened against my back, and the way a furnace ignited between your thighs as you pressed up against me and lowered your hands. I could only sink back into your beautiful, shapely breasts as you spread me open and dipped an expert finger inside.

We were in front of the mirror, the light of the flickering candles streaking across the water in the tub and reflecting my lusting body, head back, legs spread and spine arching to meet your magic touch. I turned back and saw your eyes glaze over. Pure lust and a hunger that grew as my lips nestled on your neck, kissing, licking, biting, sucking while I battled against my own urge to explode.

When I turned to meet your swollen breasts, your fingers didn’t leave my pussy. It was almost as though they were stuck there – grounded in the warm wet folds, determined to keep pumping inside me until I was spent. I wrapped my lips around one of your nipples and began lashing it with my tongue. You let out a moan that sent shivers of electricity shooting up my spine and just encouraged me further.

Your fingers losing their energy under this new sensation, you pushed them deeper inside and allowed your thumb to do the work, grazing against my sensitive clit until I was gasping into your bosom.

I came in your arms while you held me tight, and it was the most wonderful Christmas present of all. As I glanced back towards the shimmering water it suddenly dawned on me what Christmas is really about.