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Red Velvet by Leigh Stone

20 Tuesday Dec 2016

Posted by sjw2014 in Christmas Challenge, Erotic, Guest Author, Story

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It had been a long day at the hospital. Fay kicked off her heels and turned on the water, letting it run and steam up the bathroom as she did. She unbuttoned her silk blouse, let it fall to the floor, then undid the zip on her dress trousers and shimmied out of them. She stood there with her hands on her waist, in her lacy bra and knickers, and let her eyes roam over her reflection in the full-length mirror. Not bad for forty-six, she thought to herself. Her skin was still soft and supple with few signs of her age; her breasts were still full and relatively firm. She worked hard in the gym to maintain her neat figure, keeping her curves in rounded perfection. She let her hand wander upwards from her waist, cupping her breast as she did, her nipples stiffening against the lace, straining for further attention. She closed her eyes, just for a moment, and let herself imagine it was that younger man she had seen watching her while she was working out so many times. A soft sigh slipped from her lips and she allowed one hand caress her skin down towards her pussy, knowing that if she were to touch herself, she would  find herself wet and ready.

The heat of the steam prickled her skin and brought her out of her daydream. She unfastened her bra, stepped out of her knickers, and pulled back the shower curtain to plunge herself under the warm water.

She let the heat slowly soothe her muscles and relaxed as the water washed away the day’s stress and grime. She grabbed her expensive body wash, squeezing some into her hands, and began to lather it over her body. Her mind again wandered to the hot young guy from the gym. She thought about his eyes roaming over her, and she let her soapy hands do the same thing.

She cupped her breasts in her hands, squeezing their fullness, letting her fingertips settle on her peaked nipples. She rubbed them, sighing at the contact, and then rolled them between her fingers and thumbs as a moan escaped from her lips.

Turned on, and lost deep in her thoughts, one of Fay’s hands slipped over her stomach and skimmed over her thigh as she adjusted her feet to allow her hand to get between her thighs.

She let one finger slip between her slick pussy lips, knowing that it wasn’t just the shower and the body wash that had her soaked. Her finger grazed over her clit, causing Fay to hiss at the sensation; she could feel her whole-body sizzling with a need for climax. She hadn’t realised just how much the gym guy watching her had been turning her on. She let her fingertips rub over her sensitive little bundle of nerves again.

A long moan escaped from her as she pinched her nipple harder, circled her clit, seeking release, wanting more, needing to come apart, all the while wishing it was at the hands of her would-be admirer.

Frantically, Fay’s fingers worked her to climax. Her moans of ecstasy echoed around the bathroom, and she slumped back against the cool tiles panting. “FUCK!” she exclaimed to the empty house. She hadn’t climaxed that hard for some time. It was rare that Fay felt lonely, but busy as her life was, in that instant, she couldn’t help but feel the pang of sorrow at the lack of someone in her life, even if that person’s sole purpose was to help her achieve orgasm.

Fay rinsed herself off, got out of the shower, and wrapped herself tightly in her fluffy robe before heading downstairs to the kitchen. She needed her habitual cup of tea, while she sat on the sofa and read the latest book from her favourite author.

As she waited for the kettle to boil, she glanced outside to see the first of the season’s snow finally beginning to fall. She made her tea, and was making her way to the sofa, when there was a knock at the front door. Fay set her cup on the coffee table and headed for the entrance. She glanced through the peephole to find no one there. She opened the door carefully, to make sure, and was surprised to discover a simple white box on the doorstep, tied with a red velvet bow. A small tag dangled from the ribbon and she lifted the box to get a better look. She closed the front door and carried the box back to the coffee table.

Fay sat for a moment, her cup in hand, taking sips of tea, and stared at the box. She hadn’t seen anyone outside to know who had sent it to her, and she tried to convince herself that they might have gotten the wrong door to leave it at, until she looked at the tag that is.

 

To the gorgeous Fay,

I’ve admired you from afar. Soon I want to admire you close up! Have this gift and think of me!

Secret Santa xoxo

 

Fay let her fingers run delicately over the outside of the box, as if testing to see if something inside would jump out at her. Her mind raced at two mysteries. What was in the box? And, who had left it on her doorstep?

She lifted the velvet ribbon and let it slip between her fingers, catching it just before it fell, pulling the bow free, so she could open it and find out what was inside. Fay held her breath as she lifted the lid on the gift box, excited to discover the contents. She eased back the red tissue paper, her eyes falling upon the red lacy bra and thong. She carefully lifted the delicate underwear from the box to find more hidden beneath.

She raised the little drawstring bag from the bottom of the box and the small envelope that lay beneath. She thought about which one she should open first. Squeezing the contents of the bag, finding it hard, it piqued her curiosity first. She pulled on the drawstring, opened the neck of the bag wider and poured the contents onto her palm.

A small bullet vibrator fell from the velvet pocket. Fay felt her nipples tighten. Who the hell was sending her such an intimate gift? Maybe the card will tell me? she thought to herself. Ripping open the envelope, she read the card, hoping for more of a clue.

I hope you’ll be wearing this underwear the next time I see you! But for now, I want you to go to bed, take the vibe with you, and think of me.

I’ll see you tomorrow after the gym. Xx

Fay flipped the card over to see if there was anything on the back. To her disappointment, it was blank. She was still no wiser as to who her Secret Santa was. He, however, clearly knew a lot about her: her exact size for the underwear, not to mention her habits and home address. She should have been alarmed by it, but instead, strangely she found herself getting aroused again.

She was getting off on the idea of being watched, realising the rational thing to do was worry about a stranger knowing so much about her in that way, but there was just something about it that was getting her wet, instead. The risk, the unknown, it was all so thrilling.

She gathered up the contents of the box and abandoned her now cooled tea, heading for bed, flicking the extra locks on the front door as she passed by.

Once in her bedroom, Fay stripped out of her robe and held the underwear against her. Even without fastening the bra, she could see how it would lift her tits and show off some great curves, the thong would do the same, flashing the ass that she had been doing all those squats for.

She left the bra and thong in the box, on top of her dresser, and took the bullet vibe with her as she climbed into bed.

She lay there, naked in the darkness, thinking about who could have sent her the gift. With no clear ‘suspect’ coming to mind, she turned on the vibrations and rolled the vibe over her clit. A tall, strong, yet faceless man, taking great pleasure in watching her from afar came to mind. Spying on her, perving over her, and within moments Fay could feel the signs of an impending tsunami of climax.

***

Fay had looked around her the entire time she was at the gym, but she didn’t see any trace of the younger man she thought the gifts were from. She couldn’t help but feel a sense of despondency. She had spent most of her workout drenched, not only from sweat, but the anticipation of what was to come, so far finding who she thought would turn out to be her suitor seemed unlikely. Her weary muscles demanded that she stop, and she finally gave in and headed for the showers.

Refreshed, she emerged in a towel, pulled her bag from the locker, and put her gifted red underwear on. She put on the rest of her clothes, packed up her bag, and headed for the locker room door. Fay was concentrating on getting her bag over her shoulder, and hadn’t noticed the form coming around the corner to meet her, colliding straight into the chest of the younger man she had fantasised about the night before. “Whoa, there!” he said, catching her as he knocked her off balance. His large hands moved over her back, one of them settling between her shoulders, the other molding against the small of her back. Fay could feel the heat coming off him; it was already starting to melt her into a pool of lust from just that few moments of contact.

“Sorry,” she murmured, looking up at him. She went to step back, but his hands kept her firmly pressed against him in the empty hallway.

“My fault,” his low voice rumbled. “Sorry, I’ve made you blush,” he remarked. “You should wear red more often, it suits you,” he breathed.

Fay’s breath caught in her throat, as she stared up into his eyes, and realised just how much they looked like two pools of almost black  ink. She didn’t have time to think of anything beyond that as his lips crashed down onto hers, his hands pulling her even tighter against him. In the split second it took for her brain to catch up with what was happening, he already had the door of the locker room open again and was pushing her back inside.

Fay’s fantasy turning into reality overwhelmed her, and she wrapped her arms around his neck. She kissed him back hard, opening her mouth to his tongue when it demanded entry. Before she knew it, she was lifted onto the countertop between sinks, with him standing between her legs.

His mouth moved from hers, along her jaw, to her neck. “You are stunning…” he breathed against her skin as he moved down her neck and back to her ear. Fay moaned and let her head fall back, exposing her throat to her suitor. “Sweet Fay,” he called to her, nibbling more of her neck. “How I’ve loved watching you, thinking about this moment,” he told her.

“I don’t even know your name!” she whispered in mounting pleasure.

“It’s Drew,” he confirmed to her, as he cupped her breast and pulled her closer to him. “And I intend to make you call it out a lot!” He reached for the bottom of her t-shirt and pulled it over her head, revealing the red lace bra that he had left at her house the night before.

“Oh fuck, you wear red better than I could have imagined!” Drew moaned in excitement. before burying his face between Fay’s breasts. Her hands wrapped around his neck and pulled him in tighter against her.

“You feel better on my skin that I imagined,” she moaned, as he freed one of her breasts from the bra and wrapped his lips around her nipple, sucking it into his mouth as he circled it with his tongue.

Drew grinned at her, letting her nipple drop from his mouth. “Gorgeous, Fay, I can’t wait to get inside your pretty pussy.”

Fay’s pussy clenched at the thought. Drew pulled her hips against his erection, letting her feel all of him, in his rock hard glory. Suddenly she knew exactly what she wanted for Christmas, and she had a funny feeling that she might just get it, too.

© Leigh Stone 2016.

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Solitaire (with Michelle McLoughney) myBook.to/Solitaire

 

Office Angel by Stephen Richards

17 Saturday Dec 2016

Posted by sjw2014 in Christmas Challenge, Erotic, Guest Author, Story

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kelly-pomelo

The wind howled and whined outside her bedroom window like a banshee, driving Kelly further under the duvet, seeking comfort from the closeness of her lover. Cat moaned in her sleep and snuggled in tight, her firm breasts squashing into Kelly’s back. The storm had been lashing the city all day but tonight seemed worse; this was the fiercest she’d heard the wind since she was a little girl, when thunder storms used to terrify Her.

Nothing frightened ADA Kelly Pomelo now though – except maybe Cat’s repeated attempts to introduce decaf into their home.

There’s a time and place for decaf, thought Kelly, and that’s never and in the bin!

She chuckled to herself and settled comfortably against Cat, sighing as her lover’s hand cupped her breast. She felt Cat’s lips brush against her shoulder in the gentlest of kisses and heard her mumble something in her sleep.

“I love you too, angel” whispered Kelly.

And with that, she slipped into the arms of Morpheus.

 

The sunlight streamed into the apartment and danced playfully over Cat’s nubile body, accentuating her golden curves where they peaked out from under her bathrobe. Kelly sat at the breakfast bar and watched over the rim of her mug as her PA busied herself preparing breakfast. Her eyes never left the woman. It was a sight Kelly would never tire of.

Not for the first time, Kelly silently gave thanks to the universe for bringing the pair of them together. She couldn’t believe it had been almost a year since they’d become lovers – in fact, thinking about it, it was about this time last year that she’d been in that hotel room; the one where she ended up having amazing phone sex with a mystery caller followed by a royal fucking from the room service guy!

Now what was his name…? she pondered, Angelo! Yeah that was it! Man, he had a fucking cock on him! He sure cured me of my Santa fetish…!

She smiled to herself as she mentally replayed the best bits of that lust filled night.

Of course, she didn’t know at the time that her phone lover had been her own PA, but as soon as she found out a week or so later, they’d become lovers in the flesh.

Cat had moved in with Kelly in the new year and despite the accepted wisdom of not working with one’s bedfellow, they settled into a harmonious lifestyle, keeping work and home life sensibly separate.

 

Cat beamed as she set the plates down and sat opposite her woman. She blushed as Kelly’s intense gaze swept over her body, the desire in them making her pussy tingle. Cat was still amazed that this gorgeous, incredibly sexy woman was hers. She’d been crushing on her from the very first day they’d started working together and now here they were, madly in lust and love!

Kelly glanced up from her breakfast and caught Cat’s eye.

“Wow you’re a great cook you know, this is gorgeous! Thank you, angel.”

“Aww you’re welcome Kelly, you know how much I love to please you…”

“Well you certainly do that alright – in work and at home. Especially at home… you know… in the bedroom part…”

Cat blushed and smiled shyly.

“Umm… about the bedroom part Kelly…?”

“Yes?”

“Are you really happy with the way things are?”

Kelly felt an icy stab of fear in her chest.

“Yes of course! Why, aren’t you?”

“What? Yes! Yes, I am! I’m more than happy with what we have, but that’s not what I meant… I meant, is there anything else you’d like to try…?”

“Like what?”

“Oh I don’t know… Have you got any fantasies we haven’t explored?”

“What’s brought this on, angel?”

Cat smiled and caressed Kelly’s cheek.

“It’s our sort of anniversary coming up, ya know… a year since we first had sex – well, phone sex anyway – and I thought you might have something you’d like to do that we haven’t done yet… ya know? Something you’ve always fancied doing but were afraid to ask – that kinda thing!”

Now it was Kelly’s turn to blush.

“Oh. My. God! ADA Pomelo, you’ve got a secret desire! C’mon girlfriend! Spill…!”

Kelly Laughed.

“You’ll think it’s silly…!”

“No I won’t! C’mon, what is it?”

“Well…” she began hesitantly, “I know we keep our professional and private lives separate, but I’ve sort of always wanted you to have me in my office…”

“Really!”

“Yes…” she replied quietly, “D’you think that’s stupid…?”

“What? No! I think it’s exciting!”

“You do?”

“Hell yeah! Risky – but then that’s what makes it so fucking exciting!”

“Oh wow! I thought you’d think it was dumb and laugh at me…”

Cat stood up and leant across the breakfast bar, pulling Kelly into a passionate kiss.

“You’re not dumb and I’d never laugh at you…” she breathed, “I love you Ms. Pomelo and I think this fantasy of yours has a very good chance of becoming reality. In fact,” she placed her hand between Kelly’s legs, a thrill running down her spine as she felt just how hot and wet her lover was, “…I’m certain of it! You just leave the details to me…”

Kelly closed her legs tightly around Cat’s hand and groaned against her neck.

“God you know just how to work me…!”

“Uh-huh!” she growled, “And I’m gonna work you really good!”

 

The days and nights went by without either of them mentioning Kelly’s fantasy again. That wasn’t to say they didn’t indulge their pleasures – far from it – their nights were spent in a haze of orgiastic bliss.

One Friday in late December, Kelly had been in court for the morning and returned to her office shortly after midday.

“Anything for me?” she asked as she passed Cat’s desk on the way to her office.

“Yes Ms. Pomelo there’s a couple of things. I’ve put them on your desk.”

“Thanks Cat!” she called over her shoulder as she went in.

Kelly closed the door behind her and removed her coat. She hung it on the stand and crossed over to her desk, sinking into her leather chair with a contented sigh. She kicked off her shoes and regarded the white, oblong box, sitting in the middle of the table. It had been tied with a red, velvet bow but other than that, bore no label or marking – in fact there was no indication as to where it came from or what it contained.

Maybe it’s shoes, she thought. It’s about the right size…

A small, plain red envelope was propped against it.

She picked it up and opened the flap, taking out a gilt-edged card that read: For Tonight…

Kelly’s heart began to pound as, with trembling fingers, she put the card down and reached for the box.

It was heavy.

She took a deep breath to calm herself and slipped off the ribbon so’s not to disturb the exquisite bow.

She lifted the lid and gasped.

There, nestling seductively on a bed of gold satin, was a huge, shiny, black strap on! Kelly bit her lip as she gazed at the length and girth of this colossal instrument of pleasure. Cunningly constructed in such a way as to enter both the giver and the taker, it held the promise of hitherto unknown levels of carnal bliss.

Beside it, was a beautiful red velvet blindfold with a label attached: Wear me…

Kelly couldn’t believe it. She’d almost forgotten Cat’s promise to make her fantasy come true and now here it was…

Tonight!

She reached into the box and took out the magnificent implement, letting her fingers wander over the hard surface. She turned it this way and that, studying the intricate veins that had been moulded into the ebony material. She gulped as she tried and failed to get her fingers to close around it, imagining what it was going to feel like to have such an enormous thing pushing its way into her body.

Her pussy quivered at the thought.

Kelly yelped with surprise as the door opened and Cat entered, catching her lusting over the beast.

“Ahhh… So now you know what ya getting later!” she grinned. “What ya think? Ya like it?”

She shut the door and came over to stand in front of the desk.

“Look what else I got ya…” she smiled seductively, hitching up her skirt to reveal sheer black stockings and a total absence of panties.

Kelly swallowed hard as she drank in the sight of her lover’s slick pussy.

“Oh my God…” she whispered, “It’s gonna fucking kill me having to wait until this evening!”

Cat reached down and slid a finger along her lips.

“This’ll keep ya going…” she said hoarsely, offering the glistening finger to Kelly’s mouth.

She closed her eyes and groaned, sucking intently.

“Mmmm, that’ll do for now lover…” said Cat, withdrawing her hand.

“I’ll have this, thank you” she said, taking the strap on from Kelly’s fingers. “See ya later when the coast is clear.”

She bent forward and kissed Kelly deeply before leaving her with a breathless sigh.

 

It was late when the last person stuck their head around the door and wished her a good night.

About fucking time! She thought as she looked down on the city lights from her office window, I thought it would never get here!

Her phone rang, it was Cat.

“We’re the last one’s in the office. Put on the blindfold and stand by your desk…”

She made to answer but the line was dead. Kelly’s pussy flooded. She loved it when Cat was forceful.

She took the red velvet cloth and tied it around her head, covering her eyes. She stood there, trembling with anticipation, gasping when she heard the door open and close. There was a click as the lock was turned.

“Mmmm… Looking good” purred Cat’s voice, getting closer.

Kelly shuddered as she felt something hard prod into her belly. She knew Cat was wearing the dildo.

“Let’s get you out of those clothes shall we…?”

Kelly remained motionless as she was skilfully stripped down to her underwear.

“Face down over the desk, Pomelo!” barked Cat.

She turned and whimpered as she lay over the hard surface, the wood cold against her fevered flesh.

Kelly hissed as her panties were ripped forcefully from her hips and her feet were kicked apart.

She moaned as she felt the tip of that dreadful thing nestle between her lips

“Are you ready…?” whispered Cat, her voice thick with lust.

“Y…Yes…!” breathed Kelly, her heart pounding in her ears.

She cried out and raised herself on tip-toe as the ruthless invader forced its way forwards.

Kelly had never felt so full – ever! She felt as if there was nothing else in the world except her vagina and the monstrous object inside it. She panted through gritted teeth as she struggled to accommodate it, crying out with relief as she felt it begin to withdraw. There was a moment’s respite before it began to stretch her again.

She lay on the desk and concentrated on relaxing herself, letting her pussy grow accustomed to the massive size of the bludgeon as it travelled in and out.

Cat settled into a long, slow rhythm and Kelly found her initial discomfort quickly turning into pleasure. Just as she became used to the feel of it pushing and pulling her insides, the damn thing suddenly began to vibrate!

Kelly screamed as a wave of pleasure exploded outwards from her stretched pussy. Her legs began to shake uncontrollably and she would have collapsed if Cat hadn’t gripped her hips tightly as she continued to fuck her.

“Oh God… Oh God… I’m gonna come… I’m gonna come!” she gasped, her whole body vibrating as her orgasm washed over her.

Cat buried herself deep inside Kelly’s thrashing body as she waited for her lover’s climax to pass.

“And that’s just the first…” she snarled, resuming her strokes.

“I can’t… I can’t…!” breathed Kelly as she felt another release start racing hard on the heels of the first one.

This time Cat gave her no time to recover, riding her through the spasms of bliss and pushing her towards a third.

“Wait…! Wait…!” she begged, “Please…! I…” but this time Cat was chasing her own orgasm as well and had no intention of slowing down. With a shriek of pleasure, Cat collapsed onto Kelly’s back as they both came hard.

Cat was the first to recover and pulled the dildo from her lover, catching hold of her limp body and spinning her around; Kelly was like a rag doll in her hands as she pushed her onto her back across the desk. Placing a leg over each shoulder, Cat drove the ebony rod back in and started fucking.

Kelly just shuddered and moaned as her lover gave her more pleasure than she’d ever thought possible. Wave after wave of delicious sensations washed continuously over and through her, spiking with red hot jabs of ecstasy as Cat’s thumb began to strum her engorged clit. She bit her lip and arched her back when two hands began to mould and squeeze her breasts, her heart lurching as she suddenly realised that Cat’s hands were occupied elsewhere…

Her squeal of surprise was quickly muffled as a very hard and very real cock took advantage of her open mouth and pushed its way in!

Even if she hadn’t been too exhausted to resist, Kelly had reached that stage of sexual delirium where she’d let anyone do anything to her, so she opened her throat and sucked that cock down like a champ. This dual pumping was driving her mad with lust and she groaned around the thick length, reaching her hands up and back to cup the man’s buttocks. She sank her nails into the firm flesh and took him to his root.

“I want him to come in your pussy!” growled Cat, pulling herself out, “And I want you eating me while he does it…”

Kelly gasped as the hard meat withdrew from her mouth and let herself be pulled upright. She blinked as the blindfold was yanked upwards, her eyes taking a moment to adjust to the bright lights.

Strong hands took her hips and soft lips fell onto her neck and her breasts. She looked down to see Cat sucking on her nipple then turned her head towards the mystery man behind her.

She let out a small cry of surprise and melted back into the arms of Angelo, the room service guy from last year. She was about to ask how and why, but his hard cock pressing up between her cheeks drove everything but the desire to have him inside her from her mind.

He smiled possessively and turned her to face the desk just as Cat crawled along it and sat in the middle. She spread her legs wide, biting her lip and staring straight into Kelly’s eyes as she slowly pulled her end of the dildo from her swollen lips. It made a beautiful sucking noise as it came free and Kelly could see it shining with her lover’s honey.

“Mmmm… so fucking good!” sighed Cat. “Time for you to lick it baby!”

She held herself open with both hands as Angelo bent Kelly forward.

“You heard the lady, Ms Pomelo” he said, placing one hand on the back of her neck. “Eat her!”

He pushed her face into Cat’s pussy as he entered her, grunting as her tight heat engulfed him.

Angelo quickly found a steady pace, pounding her hard and fast, while Cat grabbed handfuls of blonde hair and ground her pussy against the questing mouth.

Kelly’s tongue lashing at her clit combined with the sight of Angelo’s magnificent cock thrusting in and out of her lover was driving Cat quickly towards the point of no return.

“Christ I’m gonna come!” he gasped.

“Oh…! Me too! Me too!” Cat whimpered.

Neither of them could hear what Kelly said but Cat could feel her cry vibrating through her vagina.

“Do her!” she screamed. “Come inside her fucking…!” The next word was lost in a garbled shriek of ecstasy.

Angelo gave one final thrust and buried himself deep in the wildly pulsating pussy. He gritted his teeth as he emptied his balls, sinking over her and biting her shoulder. Cat collapsed back onto the desk, releasing Kelly’s hair, while she lay her face against Cat’s quivering belly and tried to catch her breath.

 

Later, when they’d recovered enough to get dressed, they all sat together on the office sofa and had drinks.

Cat took hold of Kelly’s hand and brought it to her lips, kissing the back as she gazed lovingly into her sparkling eyes.

“I love you Cat” Kelly whispered, “Tonight was fucking amazing, thank you!”

“My pleasure and I love you too…”

“But how on earth did you come up with Angelo…?”

Cat chuckled.

“Well I’d watched the two of you fucking last year so I knew you really dug his cock and of course I knew where he worked, but I didn’t know his name until you murmured it your sleep one time…”

“In my sleep?”

“Yeah. You were making all sorts of mewling noises so I guessed you were having a horny dream and I kinda reached over and helped you along… ya know…?”

“Wait! You mean you…?”

“Yeah – I rubbed one out for ya! You seemed to enjoy it! And that’s when you called out his name. So, the other day when you told me about your fantasy I got the idea of looking him up and, voila!”

Kelly looked at her lover and smiled warmly.

“You’re the greatest. You know that?”

“Yeah… I do!”

They both laughed and leant against each other.

Angelo downed his whisky and put the glass on the desk.

“Well thank you ladies! It’s been a fantastic evening but I guess I better be on my way now so you two can get on home.”

He bent down and kissed them, then turned to leave.

“And where d’you think you’re going mister?” asked Cat.

“I umm… I…” he looked confused.

“Uh-uh! You’re coming home with us big boy! My fantasy is to get royally fucked by some hung stud while she’s tied up and forced to watch!” Cat hooked her thumb at a very surprised Kelly.

“And don’t worry kitten” she purred, caressing Kelly’s face, “I’m gonna give you a vibrator to keep yourself company…”

Kelly gulped.

“Angelo?”

“Yes Ms Pomelo?”

“You better call us a cab.”

“Ok Ms Pomelo.”

“And then you better phone in sick for the weekend…”

“Yes ma’am!” he grinned.

 

 

 

Office Angel

©Steve Richards 2016

(image from Pinterest)

 

 

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Tied With A Red Velvet Bow by Ethan Radcliff

13 Tuesday Dec 2016

Posted by sjw2014 in Christmas Challenge, Erotic, Guest Author

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Tied with a red velvet bow

She was his gift tonight

However, he didn’t know

Under the Christmas tree

She lay as still as can be

Of course wondering

Would he be surprised

At her sexy silly guise

The hour was oh so late

She worried about her fate

She waited all year for this

Remembering his one kiss

That turned her belly

Into a sexual bowl of jelly

Nervous on edge and taunt

Yearning with untried want

And then she heard a sound

God was he finally around

And there to see his gift

Her mind filled with bliss

Needing, wanting his kiss

She rubbed her velvet bow

Ready to give him a show

A Merry Christmas one

Full of holiday cheer and fun

But when he arrived

What an amazing surprise

It was Santa himself

And a few silly elves

He smiled at her folly

Gave a laugh so jolly

“Are you for me Sweetpea?”

He said full of holiday glee

She pulled at her red bow

Her skin rosy and all aglow

“Merry Christmas Santa

My name is Miranda

Your gift under the tree

I hope you remember me”

Santa gave her a hearty grin

“Miranda where do I begin”

She pointed to her bow

“Here Santa I’m all a glow”

And that’s how this Christmas

Story goes… Tied with a red velvet bow

Ethan Radcliff ©2016

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Tied With A Red Velvet Bow by Lucy R

12 Monday Dec 2016

Posted by sjw2014 in Christmas Challenge, Erotic, Guest Author, Poetry

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‘Twas the night before Christmas

And throughout the house

Nary a creature did stir

Not even a spouse

His eyes filled with wonder

His jaw dropped in awe

Of the sight sat before him

One conclusion could draw

For underneath the Christmas tree

In glorious shining light

A gift of devotion

From his adoring wife

Wrapped in ribbon from head to toe

Bowed in submission

Her trust in him to show

The vision of his dreams

Tied with a red velvet bow.

© Lucy R 2016

Ambrosia

08 Tuesday Mar 2016

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The pop of a cork
Fills the air
Sound of celebration
Of passionate flare

A twinkle in her eye
A smile on her lips
Knowing that soon
She would take a sip

But golden bubbles
Were just not her taste
The ambrosia she desired
Was wrapped in fine lace

Silent and meek
She feel to her knees
The delicate scent
Already a tease

Gentle encouragement
Softness of touch
Awaited pleasures
They would not rush

Eagerness curtailed
By Mistress’ hand
Fingers in hair
Grip silky strands

Locked in the moment
Bound by her trust
The time had come
To submit to their lust

Lips upon lips
Finally she tastes
The heaven that was hidden
Beneath delicate lace

Slow gentle kisses
Covering lace
Shivers of passion
As she held her in place

A night filled with passion,
lust and champagne
Blissful ecstasy
They both would obtain.

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Christmas Eve by Sydney Taylor #CinnamonTreats

24 Thursday Dec 2015

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The night before Christmas,

She walked through the door.

Dropped all of her packages,

Right there on the floor.

She hung up her coat,

And kicked off her shoes.

Turned on some music,

The sweet sound of blues.

Made her way to the kitchen,

For a glass of red wine.

There she found his note,

It sent tingles down her spine.

Have you been a good girl?

All Sugar and spice?

Time for Santa to find out,

If you’re naughty or nice.

Bring up two glasses,

And the bottle of wine.

Leave your clothes here,

I want to see all that’s mine.

Quickly she stripped,

Her ample frame bare.

Her nipples grew hard,

from the chill in the air.

At the top of the stairs,

She entered their room.

Heart pounding her chest,

A deafening boom.

At the sight of him,

She was licking her lips.

A Santa hat on his head,

Pants hung low on his hips.

She tried not to giggle

at his choice in suits.

He had all but a shirt,

Right down to the boots.

He caught her attention

With the flick of his wrist.

She spotted the crop,

Grasped tight in his fist.

I’ll ask you again, Kitten.

Naughty or Nice?

Answer me now,

don’t make me ask thrice.

She sturdied herself,

Or at least she tried.

“That, Sir is something,

Only Santa can decide.”

“Oh sweet one,”

He said through pursed lips.

“Your wise ass remark,

Just earned clamps on those tits.”

She had known better,

but she had a quick tongue.

Two clamps bit down hard,

between, a silver chain hung.

By that chain

She was led to the bed.

“Hands flat to the mattress,

Legs wide, he said.”

“It appears that you’ve decided

to take the naughty route

Santa’s crop to your ass,

Will turn that about. “

With that first strike

Came the sting she loved to hate.

“Start counting girl,

Don’t make Santa wait.”

She counted each blow,

To her cheeks left and right.

He then pulled her chain,

Making those nipple clamps bite.

She could feel her sweet nectar,

weeping down her thighs.

When he reached out to touch

She sang a carol of sweet sighs.

“If you’re quite done,

Giving me sass,

Santa will take,

Your sweet little ass.”

She needn’t answer,

His suit hit the floor.

He slipped inside gently,

Then pushed a little more.

He knew her so well,

Body and mind.

He knew when to be stern,

Yet more importantly, kind.

They rode waves of pleasure,

He made her heart sing.

The love between them,

A most beautiful thing.

She collapsed in his arms,

Once the playing was done.

He looked in her eyes,

Whispered, “you are my one.”

He plucked a box from the table

Smiled at her with pride.

Inside was a note,

Kitten, be my Bride?

The beautiful diamond ring,

Took her by surprise.

She couldn’t control,

The tears falling from her eyes.

Yes! She said, Oh Yes!

As he slid the ring in place,

Then kissed the tears,

Streaking down her face.

Neither could be happier,

It was so hard to believe.

That anything could be better,

Than this, their first Christmas Eve.

© Sydney Taylor 2015

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Cinnamon And Spice by Adhamh #CinnamonTreats

18 Friday Dec 2015

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Cinnamon, spice and everything nice
Covering my lips and fingertips
It’s a true delight, yummy and light
Smeared on my face, as she takes her place
Having a seat to offer me a treat

As her petals unfold, my eyes behold
Cinnamon, spice and everything nice
Oh boy, oh boy! What a feast to enjoy
Let it begin, so it can cover my chin
and coat my lips and my fingertips

No words said, as her lips spread
Before my eye, while I softly sigh
Cinnamon, spice and everything nice
It’s my favorite treat, what I like to eat
Mine to devour, for hour upon hour

It’s such a sight, this sensual delight
The perfect gift, if you catch my drift?
I intend to savor the wonderful flavor
Cinnamon, spice and everything nice
Could it perchance make my senses dance?

It’s all so surreal, having her kneel
Firmly in place, pressed against my face
She starts to shake as her body quakes
Letting me eat, her special holiday treat
Cinnamon, spice and everything nice

© Àdhamh, Southside of Heaven 2014.

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Thank You Sir by Shawn D Standfast #CinnamonTreats

16 Wednesday Dec 2015

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Smell of smoke mixed with perfume
Crackle of the fire by our side
Carols playing low and soft
Tree is decorated, flickering in firelight
Church bells peel though the still night
You respond to gentle caress, your eyes begging for more

We have waited a long time for this
Desires taking flight and pleasures soar
I cup your cheek and neck in my hand
Your head turns to press into my palm
I look deep into your eyes and say:
“Stand up, pull up your dress! Show me!”

Standing before me, legs spread, exposed
Your breath quickens as my hand caresses your thighs
Your heady, musky scent stirs darkened thoughts
Grabbing hold with both hands I pull you closer
Inhaling deeply, my tongue flicks out
I feel the weakness in your legs and steady you

Pulling you down, legs spread
I feel your heat, I feel your wetness
You mumble words but I do not hear
Your words get in the way and I bite your lower lip
Your mouth opens, my tongue explores
Flesh warm and inviting, pulling you down

Your dress is shed as I bask in your beauty
Enjoying the desire in your eyes
Unable to resist you pinch and squeeze your breasts
Leaning forward I bite hardened nipples
You pull my head close and throw your head back
A scream escapes your lips: “YES!”

Holding back I lift you off me and hold you tight
You shudder with the pain of parting
“Not yet my pet, there is more to come. Sit and open wide”
I see desire and a flicker of fear in your eyes
Not knowing that will come next as I leave the room
Your heart races, sweat pours down sensitive thighs

I return with your special paddle dangling from my hand
Your eyes sparkle and a smile bursts across your face
You squirm knowing what is to come
“Yes, Sir. Please, Sir.”
Your flesh responds to every whack, you squirm and cry out
Delighted with each exquisite contact, asking for more

Leaning forward I kiss your reddened flesh
Caressing the hot skin, fingers exploring and probing
Your flowing wetness engulfs me as I thrust into you
With a wicked grin on your face and panting from release you say:
“Thank you Sir.”
I answer: “Merry Christmas my pet, my good girl. Merry Christmas!”

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Christmas With Cinnamon by CJ Heath #CinnamonTreats

16 Wednesday Dec 2015

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I’d resolved to spend my Christmas

with the homeless and the poor.

The girl I’d chose to help

didn’t say she was a whore.

I took her from the street

with the thought to get her warm.

She borrowed my pc

and searched the net for porn.

As the film clip loaded

she said she’d been a star,

then across 24 inches

she appeared in just a bra.

It was what I saw her doing,

in her swimming cosy,

that should have been a hint,

she may just be a prozzy.

I was a little shocked

where I saw the marrow go,

maybe I was naïve

but still, I didn’t know!

Then she turned to face me

and she told me her name.

She was called Cinnamon

and life will never be the same.

I paid her a twenty

though she’d only asked for ten.

She grinned and said that after

I would get to go again.

I thought I was her hero

with charity in mind.

Doing the right thing,

only being kind.

That was when she pounced

and shoved me to the bed,

ripping of my trousers

and roughly giving head.

Shock turned to pleasure,

I responded (as you would).

Bless the girl, she swallowed,

climbed off me and stood.

Still I didn’t realise

my pleasure was her pay,

but maybe I shouldn’t have asked

If she was willing to stay.

She wriggled on the bed

and sat down on my face,

my licking of her flesh

may not have helped my case.

Okay, I’ll admit it

this was all new to me.

I was nineteen and a virgin

and so tempted to flee.

After a short time,

(we let five hours pass),

The exhausted girl changed tack

and started probing at my arse.

She opened up her bag,

withdrew rubber and leather,

a scary looking strapon

fastened with a tether.

So I’m bent over the bed,

my butt-cheeks held apart,

I’m told to relax,

and she asked if she could start.

I couldn’t really answer

with her ballgag ‘tween my lips,

though I knew she wouldn’t listen

as she firmly grabbed my hips.

My ankles were tied

as tightly as my wrists,

Cinamon reached around me,

grasped me with her fists.

Both her hands abused me

as her stomach slapped my back,

the rubber based dildo

bouncing on my sack.

Bruised and battered inside,

my arse-cheeks red and sore,

tears ran down my cheeks

but still she fed me more.

I just adjusted my position!

I wasn’t pushing back!

I didn’t have a need

for 10” in my crack!

Well okay, it wasn’t nasty,

it was better than I thought,

but this wasn’t what I wanted,

this wasn’t what I sought.

So many lies

passed through my head

with my arse in the air

and my forehead on the bed.

It’s true I knew of Cinnamon

when I went to help the poor.

It wasn’t simple chance

that I came home with a whore.

And I didn’t pay her twenty,

I handed her a grand;

freshly printed

and fastened with a band.

I knew what I was doing,

knew who it was I’d meet.

She was my present,

my Christmas treat.

What happened next

wasn’t part of my plan.

My apartment door opened,

in walked my friend Stan.

He stared at us and gawked

but she didn’t lose her stride,

ploughing on regardless,

she roughly thrust inside.

Stan tapped her shoulder

and whispered in her ear.

The pair then swapped places

and HE slipped into my rear!

My gag was removed

and rubber took its place

I coughed and choked

as Cinnamon roughly fucked my face.

So there I was,

impaled at either end;

a whore gripping my hair

and getting buggered by my friend.

So that was my Christmas;

one day from my life,

or that was the plan

but now Cinnamon’s my wife.

I had no say in it,

I’m her sissy, I’m her bitch.

And Stan is on standby

for when he has an itch.

I had to leave my job

so I could better serve my queen.

She dressed me as her maid,

Oh! The sights that I have seen!

When her punters leave

her attention turns to me.

What once I had paid for

now I get for free!

© CJ Heath 2015.

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Christmas Comes Early by A.M Harding #CinnamonTreats

15 Tuesday Dec 2015

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“How many more?” he asked.

“Just one before lunch. If you can manage to squeeze in a quickie?” she replied, disappearing behind the wall of tinsel.

He could hear muffled sounds from the queue waiting expectantly outside the grotto that had been built in the middle of the toy department. It was his first week as Santa and whilst he was arguably too young and physically not built for the role, he had taken to the job like a duck to water. It had taken a while to get used to the incessant stream of wide-eyed children being coaxed and pushed in front of him but the eventual joy on their faces made it all worthwhile. Well, that and the cheeky smile of his ever-present and appropriately named assistant, Holly.

The final child was soon on his way, a wrapped present clutched tightly to his chest as he headed out to rejoin his waiting parents. Holly stepped out with him and announced to the waiting line that the grotto was closed for the next hour as even Father Christmas had to eat occasionally. The queue began to disperse as Holly stepped back inside, closing the door behind her.

“Peace at last” She said

“Bliss” he sighed “I’m exhausted”.

“Santa…?”

“It’s Peter, if you prefer?”

“Not just yet” she said with a wink. “Santa, I wanted to ask if you have any treats in your sack for me?”

“Well that depends” he said, reverting to the familiar script “Have you been a good girl?”

“I could say yes, but what happens If I say no? I’ve been very naughty.”

“Then you’ll have to tell me what you’ve done and I’ll see if you deserve a reward or not.”

He remained seated on the oversized chair in the middle of the grotto as he watched Holly bashfully walk towards him. As she neared, she fiddled with the buttons on her dress, perfectly imitating the young children who nervously approached him.

“Well Santa” She purred as she perched on his knee “Normally I’m a good girl, but some days, like today, I feel like being naughty and I’m not sure my clothing is entirely appropriate”.

His eyes opened wide and he found himself looking at her with excited interest. The bright green costume she wore was covered in tinsel and sat just above her knees. Her legs were clad in red and white stripes that mimicked the hanging candy canes and there was no hint of anything inappropriate in her appearance.

“You look silly, but perfectly dressed to me” he said.

Her eyes twinkled. “Let me show you”.

Without moving from his knee she lifted the hem of her dress to her waist revealing her stocking tops, beautifully smooth thighs, and a tiny Father-Christmas-adorned thong. Somewhat taken aback, he stared at the hidden delights on show.

“Well that’s somewhere I didn’t expect to see my face today!” he said

“Strange, that’s exactly where I hoped to see it” She said “Do I still qualify as good?” she asked “Or do I need to be punished like a naughty girl?”

“I think you are little of both” He said, a firmness creeping into his voice and his underwear at the same time. “If you’re a good girl and accept your punishment, I definitely have something in my sack for you”

“Excellent” she said as she lifted herself from his lap and stepped to the corner of the room to turn the music up so that the annoyingly cheerful Christmas tunes just blotted out the excited squeals of children in the store around the grotto.

“Now where do you want me Santa?”

“Over my knee” he said

Holly walked eagerly back and lay down over his legs, placing her hands on the floor for support. Lifting the hem of her dress he admired her bare, pert buttocks before beginning to massage them.

“Have you been naughty in any other ways?” He asked, kneading the flesh of her firm arse, warming it in preparation.

“Oh no Santa, I’m normally a good girl” She said

“I see” he said, bringing the flat of his palm down smartly on her round cheek, the slapping sound masked by the music. “Then this shouldn’t take too long”.

He continued to rub, slap and caress her thighs and reddening bottom, each stroke getting nearer to the damp triangle of material that passed for underwear. She parted her legs, allowing him to ease it aside and touch the already slick entrance of her pussy. Teasing his thumb along the sensitive flesh, he gently pushed until the digit sank deep into the moist heat.

His thumb remained pressed inside her as his fingers explored the deliciously damp flesh, parting her lips as he sought her clit. A squeal emanated from below his knees the moment he touched it and began to play. Holly began to moan louder, clearly enjoying the sensations his fingers and thumb were creating as they simultaneously worked their magic inside and out of her. Afraid they’d be heard through the thin walls of the makeshift grotto, he leant over and picked up a thick candy cane from the table and passed it to Holly.

“Suck on this” he said “It’s not as good as a gag but it will do”

“Thank you Santa” She said and obediently placed the thick, sweet cinnamon rod between her lips clenching it with her teeth.

“You’re clearly a very naughty girl” he said, lightly slapping her buttocks with his free hand. His thumb moved deeper inside her, pressing against her inner walls whilst his fingers danced across her clit in rapid, circular motions. She writhed across his lap, thighs clamping around his hand in response to his efforts. Holly’s breathing became faster and deeper, the taste of cinnamon growing stronger as the sugary sweet slowly softened in her mouth. He was teasing her, keeping her close to climax but not allowing it to happen until he suddenly stopped and withdrew his hand.

“What!?” She exclaimed. “I was nearly there!”

“I know.” he said with a smile “I was punishing you, remember? Naughty girls have to earn their treats.”

Holly manoeuvred herself from his lap and looked at him, watching as he slowly, deliberately, licked his fingers clean.

“You really do taste very good you know” he said, winking at her. “You’ve earned a treat from Santa’s sack now”

Holly didn’t reply. She dropped to her knees in front of him and reached under his clothing for the button that held his trousers together. As she released the fixing, she couldn’t help but feel his excitement. She pressed her hands against him, rubbing his swollen member through the bright red fabric.

“You’re going to have to help me here” she said tugging at his clothing.

He responded by lifting himself from the chair just enough for her eager hands to pull his trousers and underwear down as far as his boots would allow. She placed her hands on his knees and pushed them apart, easing herself forward so that she knelt on the clothing around his ankles, pinning him in place. Lowering her head to one knee she began lightly kissing her way towards his crotch.

“I can see some Christmas balls” she said between kisses.

“Ho ho ho” he laughed, in character.

She reached out and took his shaft in her hand. The rock-hard flesh was hot and she could feel it throbbing. She would have to be gentle if she wanted him to last any time at all. Her other hand lifted the foam-padded belly and absurdly large belt buckle out of the way to give her more room. Her lips reached the base of his cock and she wrapped them around the side of his shaft, the same way she’d placed the candy cane in her mouth, teeth pressing gently into him just enough that she could hear his breath hiss through clenched teeth.

“Careful! or you’ll be getting a much harder spanking in a minute”

“Would you like me to stop?” She asked, before running her tongue up the length of his erection from base to glistening tip.

She didn’t wait for an answer before plunging and taking him entirely into her mouth. He took a sharp intake of breath as she slowly lifted her head, lips forming a seal around his shaft and hollows forming in her cheeks whilst she sucked. Her tongue pressed against his hot flesh as she moved, leaving a trail of saliva that was still sticky from the sweet candy. She focused on him entirely, no longer aware of her surroundings or anything but the feel of his throbbing cock in her mouth and the sound of his pleasure as she devoured it. She looked up and found him watching her intently as if memorising the sight for later. Their eyes locked and he sat, utterly mesmerised by the combination of the sight and sensations racing from his groin.

“Your turn.” Holly said lifting her head

She stood and moved to the table beside the chair. It was half covered in wrapped presents but there was enough space for her to perch on the edge. He stood and tripped as he tried to walk, forgetting his trousers were round his ankles. He caught a grip on the edge of the table as he fell and ended up knelt on the floor staring at the smiling Santa looking out from Holly’s thong.

“This has to come off” he said, hooking his fingers into the string that served as a waistband and tugged it down her legs, removing the thong and throwing it behind him. He began to kiss her legs, working his way up her inner thigh towards the glistening and inviting attraction waiting above her stocking tops. Holly writhed away from him and giggled.

“I hate to say it but the beard has to go.” she said “It tickles! and you don’t want to make it sticky”

“I’d love to take it off, but it’s glued on and I can’t put it back on in a hurry” He said. “I’ll just have to skip lunch and go straight for dessert”

He stood and stepped forward, grasping her knees and pulled her to the edge of the table. Lacing her hands behind his head she pulled him towards her. Their lips met and she abruptly pushed him away, sputtering and spitting out a mouthful of nylon fibres. Shrugging, as there wasn’t much he could do about the beard, he pressed ahead and eased his cock towards her only to find that the prosthetic belly was getting in the way. Holly was being smothered by the padded red costume and he couldn’t support her legs and hold the damned thing out of the way.

With that, he pulled her from the table and into his arms. She looked bemused, briefly, before he span her around and nudged her shoulders forwards.

“Let’s try it this way instead” he said, lifting his costume upwards and pressing his groin against her rosy buttocks. Placing her face a few inches from the table, Holly arched her back, standing on the tips of her toes to help him gain access. Bending his knees, he slid the tip of his erection down the crack of her arse until he felt the heat of her slick entrance against the tip of his cock. He moved slowly until it slipped inside, revelling in the sheer pleasure of her tight pussy sucking him in as he filled it.

Holly offered herself towards him, loving the feeling of his hard shaft stretching her. They moved gently at first, rocking against each other, relishing the slow slide of flesh in flesh. Grabbing her hips, he began to thrust harder. Holly gripped the table, holding herself as steady as she could whilst pushing back against his cock. The packages on the table began to rock in time with the action with each movement shifting them closer to the edge. Oblivious to anything but the exquisite sensations from his groin, he increased his pace, the rapid thrusting caused his balls to slap against her swollen clitoris. Holly, who was still teetering on the edge of a climax, found the combination of deep thrusts and the added stimulation to her sensitive clit an irresistible pleasure. She supressed the urge to cry out as her pussy clenched tightly around him and the orgasm ripped through her. Waves of ecstasy cascaded through her entire body as his pace began to slow. She felt his cock stiffen inside her, impossibly firm and swollen before pulsing hard, shooting his hot load into her sated pussy. They stayed that way, catching their breath, half stood, leaning across the table until he began to deflate inside her and the telltale oozing of their combined juices started to seep down her thighs.

“Did you see where my thong went?” Holly asked as they re-adjusted their clothing and prepared themselves for the next onslaught of excited parents and their offspring.

“I threw it behind me. Sorry”

“I can’t see it. It doesn’t matter, I’ll just have to go without” She replied. “Are you ready?”

“I was born ready” Santa said, winking as she went to re-open the grotto.

As Holly walked back in with the first child, he spotted something hanging from the tree behind her. Amongst the other decorations and just above a large pair of golden balls was a small triangle of material with the image of Santa grinning back at him.

© A.M Harding 2015.

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