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Keeping control of the situation I tell her, "Don't you worry about me. I'm just fine. You just keep doing everything you are told to do. No Christmas presents for girls who don't do what they're told."
As I say it, I keep jerking myself, harder and harder, squeezing hard from the head down, just like entering a nice, tight, cunt and releasing the pressure just slightly as I mimic my back-pull.
"I'll do what I'm told! I will! I'm doing it! Ooohhhhhhh!" she moans, "Ooohh it feels so good. Oh!" and I can hear her bumbling with the phone, slight noise and static as it's bumped and thumped in what sounds now like a pretty serious steady rhythm.
I start matching her intensity with my own jerking off, and come close to spewing my load as I listen to her on the other end, narrating her masturbation and moaning and groaning. I summon my last ounce of control just to ensure that I'm still the boss, and I say to her, knowing she has to be close to spilling over, "Now. Cum."
On the other end of the phone I hear a sharp intake of breath, a couple of hard, sexy grunts and some hard knocking, like maybe her foot on the end of the sofa or something. Then she cries out those glorious cries that I used to be a master of, and now am once again, for whatever time I choose.
"OooooOOOooooohhhhhhh…..AHHHH! AH! Oh I'm coming, Nick! I'm coming! Oh, oh god! Oooooooooo…."
My own cum spurts all over my abdomen as her cries trail off and soften to quiet, whispery moans and relaxing, heaving breathing. I'm breathing heavy myself, content in the afterglow of a hot phone-sex jerk off, but I keep the receiver away from my mouth to muffle my noise and try not to let on to her. I'm sure she knows I didn't just sit through all of that calm as can be and I'm sure she knows I've been doing all of this for a dose of pleasure, but she doesn't need to know all and I take pains to keep the roles here clear: she asked; I'll deliver; but this is my game, played my way and I'm keeping the balls in my court.
Coming back down to earth, her breathing regulating, she queries me in her nymph-girl whimper, "Nick? Oh, my sweet Saint Nick is that all you have for me?"
"That wasn't enough? You're kind of a greedy little thing, aren't you?"
"I really kind of am a greedy thing when it comes to sex with you, Nick. I just can't ever, ever seem to get enough. It's the bad girl in me. Can you forgive me? Can you do something for my badness?"
"Yeah, baby," I acquiesce. I can do a lot for you. That was just a taste for starters. Consider it your appetizer. There's more cum for you to come." I twist my mouth up in a half-smirk, enjoying my own little play on words, bad as it is, really.
"I'll tell you what," I go on, "I'll come to see you later. I won't tell you when, but I promise it will be tonight. You just make sure you're there and you're ready for me."
"Oh Nick that sounds so good. I can't wait. I'll be a good girl and I'll be here, so we can be a little bad together. I'll wait for you all night if I have to."
"Good. You do that. And just make sure you're ready for me. Because if I don't think you're prepared, I can still take my gift-bag somewhere else. And I know how much you like that bag of mine, darling." And then I hang up the phone, relax back on the couch and steep in the feeling of some good foreplay, and a rowdy fucking randy night to come.
***
The ride across town to the village and her apartment is about 20 minutes, give or take, and the traffic in this mid-sized hybrid city-burb is never too bad, so it gives me some time to think and play with my options. I work to decide how tonight's sex should go, but then I decide "fuck it" and decide to let it play itself out.
That seemed to work pretty damned well with the phone call; and though I enjoy some role play and scenarios in the mix, I've never been one to premeditate every step of a fuck. For one it's too much work and besides that I always feel like it closes the door to so many good possibilities. So instead I just replay the afternoon's call and her obvious hot need, her willingness and the fun we had together, and look forward to more. My cock is hard while I'm driving, just thinking about it. Oh what fucking fun!
I start to think again on the way over about why she decided to call me. Why not someone else, if all she wanted to do was get laid? Why have to drag me back down into this? Why not just pick up some promising prospect out and about? But then, I think, she's never been like that. She has some morals that may be frayed and loosened around the edges, but she's not really loose. She's always maintained good standards. She loves sex but she's not a trashy whore. Man can she act like one, though.
But still I wonder if she's trying to get me back. And then I realize once more that that's not for me to worry about. This was her call. I owe her nothing. I know what I do and don't want. This is a gift. A Christmas gift. And who am I to be rude? Mama taught this man to be thankful for whatever it is people give you.
I consider the dates and realize we're just four days away from Christmas. Christmas is what she's asked for, so Christmas is what she'll get. That's my settled decision. I don't know if she intends this to be a one-off tonight, a little early present or if she cares to keep this going over the next few days through the actual day itself, but I figure it doesn't matter all that much. I can't lose now. I'll have hot sex with her tonight until I feel satisfied and then she'll either ask for more or I'll write it off as a one night Christmas stand and go on with my holiday schedule as planned. No commitment. That's my other gift to me.
The idea is freeing, like a breath of fresh air. I do like to get myself a good holiday lay, whether I have to scout it out and work for it a bit or whether, as now, it comes to me. This is nice, this not having to play the down-and-outer. Yep, this seems like just the thing. A no-strings Christmas fling.
The impression does still stay at the back of my mind that she'd be open to revisiting a potential relationship but I'm happy in my skin as I realize that despite the super-stimulating phone sex and the promise of mind-blowing sex to come, to me it's still just good sex with a known good factor. This far in and still no sign of meltdown.
It's not like I don't want eventually to be with someone meaningful; I just don't think it's her anymore, and that is some kind of progress. And some kind of power. And in the meantime, it's just the right interim holiday break.
So yeah, babe. I'll do this holiday fuck fair with you. I'll spread my good cheer all over you.
***
As I walk up to her door, I smile to myself and recall the fact that I'd warned her she'd better be ready for me. She's always been a good player and is always game for some rollicking good fun, so I wonder just how she might have prepared for me, knowing that I left that pretty open-ended.
She must have been looking out for me because as I raise my hand to knock on her door, she opens it.
"Ah it's the sweet elf, I see. That's it, is it? I guess that suits a little nymph like you."
There she stands, totally prepared for me, just as she's been told. In fact the whole place looks like it's been ready and waiting. I look her up and down as she smiles coyly at me, teasing me in her little elf-ette suit. There she stands in a silky red barely-there naughty little number. It's trimmed with white fur over her very, very voluptuous breasts bursting out of the top that just hardly comes up over the tops of her tit-tips. The top cuts off just at the bottom of her rib cage, leaving her firm, ivory-skinned mid-section bare.
The bottom of the outfit is a super-short trimmed skirt that stops in the front just at the bottom of her precious parts. The back is even shorter with the cut rising up over her beautiful, firm ass cheeks so that by the time it reaches its climax mid-ass, the perfect roundness of the bottom of her cheeks is revealed, tantalizingly peeking out below the hem. The fur trim gives it just the insinuation of a little snow-bunny ass, and I think how great it would be to let that fur tickle my shaft as I probe my head between the firmness of those cheeks.
At the cleft of her cheeks I can see just a trace of a shiny red thong disappearing between those beauteous thighs to the sweetest place on earth. It's times like these that make a man
jealous of a simple pair of panties. From out of the skirt also travels a pair of garters and I follow with my eye down to mid-thigh where they meet up with smooth silk thigh-high stockings, which I follow further down the length of her shapely legs to where her perfect ankles melt into fur-trimmed high-heeled slippers. I make a mental note to travel this path soon; perhaps with my hand, or maybe my tongue.
As I take in her ensemble her scent fills my nostrils, and it is as delicious and inviting as ever it was. It mingles with the aroma of the hot buttered rum she holds in her hand, waiting for me. What a good little elf she is. I can't wait to experience her bad side again.
The fire is warm and crackling and I hear flirty Christmas music playing low in the background, tunes like the breathy, suggestive "Santa Baby". Finally she speaks and says, "I hope I've prepared enough to your liking. I didn't want to take any chances of being knocked off the "nice" list. But if I've done something wrong, you could always give me a little Christmas spanking to make up for it."
"Well you know," I tell her, "sometimes you have to be a little bad to be good. But maybe I'll take you up on that spanking offer just for good measure." And I give her ass a firm slap—not too hard, but hard enough to make her jump a little and let out the smallest of cries. As she jumps, the rum splashes over onto her hand, and a few big drops land on the floor.
"You've rather done it now, haven't you? What kind of servant spills her Master's drink like that? You'll have to clean it up now."
"But I haven't got a cloth with me," she says, looking around.
"Lick it," I command. "Lick that sticky mess off your hand."
Eyes locked on mine, she first licks the line that is dripping down the edge of the crystal mug, starting at the bottom and moving up the side to the rim. She then slowly, sensually, provocatively licks her tongue around the outside of the rim and draws her lip up and off, leaving just a hint of her red lipstick. She knows what she's doing, of course, and of course I get the message as my mind fills with images of her doing exactly that to my bursting hard cock. My head throbs with the thought and my jeans feel so tight I can barely keep from bending her over the top of the occasional table, sending my shaft below those taunting cheeks and into her wet cunt from behind. I can sense she's growing more excited, too, and the scent of her wetness begins to creep into my nose.
She then hands me the mug as she raises her drink-soiled hand to her mouth and traces the rum line around the top of her hand. She trails her tongue and the inside of her lip down her first two fingers and swallows as she sucks the last drop of drink from the tip of her middle finger with an audible lip-smack that looks like a kiss. I feel myself envying that finger, too.
My voice heavy and throaty with hardly-controlled need, I tell her, "You've forgotten about the floor. I'm a stickler for cleanliness, you know. Grab that cloth napkin there from the table and wipe it up."
Without a word, she turns her back but looks back at me over her shoulder, her chin down and her smoky eyes looking up at me through her lashes. Without taking her eyes off me, she takes the napkin, goes down to her knees on the floor and pushes her perfect ass up in the air, cheeks parting as the skirt rides further up and I can see the length of the thong travelling her ass-cleft almost to the top of the very, very thin string.
"Keep your eyes on your work," I growl, and she does just what I say, taking much longer than necessary to clean up the spill. This is just about my undoing and I thank myself for the phone sex earlier in the day; otherwise by now I'd have painted her backside with cum. But then, that doesn't sound like a bad idea, either.
I move up behind her and bend down, put a hand on her hip and slip a finger of the other beneath the thong string at the top of her cheeks. I follow it down slowly, teasing her and brushing her hole as I move down her ass towards her waiting, hot sex. She lifts to me slightly as I make the pass by and lets out a little gasp. Then I find her sweet-spot and take a lap around her lips to her stiffened clit, and give it a little tickle.
She cries out as I plunge my finger into her and discover that yes indeed she is ready and waiting for me, all drips of sweet dew and silken heat. I finger-fuck her and massage her pearl with my index finger as she begins to move against my rhythm to bury my finger farther and farther into her. I continue to work her for several minutes, and her hunger and need reward me. But something's got to change here soon; because man have I got needs, too.
Reading my mind, she slowly turns around to face me, still on her knees, and I slip my fingers out of her to see what she intends to do next. She looks up at me again from under her lashes as if in question, asking my permission to make her next move and then shoots a glance to my crotch. I give her a slight nod, granting permission, loving the soft dominance being played out here.
Eyes still on me, she reaches up and pops my button open, then slowly, carefully unzips my pants. My dick springs out as she slips the band of my boxers over my head, and she pulls my pants down to free me as her tongue reaches out to the tip of my hard, throbbing knob. There is a glistening drop of pre-cum and she licks it, draws it into her mouth on her tongue and then savors it for a second before making a point to noticeably swallow. Then she comes back to my head, circles her tongue around it, and then draws me in with a firm suck down the length of me.
There are so many things this girl has always done well, but sucking my dick has always been tops of a very talented list. I arch my head back and close my eyes, concentrating my senses on my cock as she moves up and down its length and reaches a hand up to massage the base of my balls. She then travels her hand up to the bottom of my stock, working the top with her exquisite mouth as she firmly works the bottom with her firm hand, putting the Heaven back in my holidays.
All but lost in the excitement radiating out from my dick through my body, I gaze down and watch this unparalleled sight and smile at the sight of her red lipstick on my cock. It's as hot as I'd imagined it to be and she looks like she's really enjoying her work, sucking and swallowing and keeping steady rhythm up and down my rod. I notice her rocking on the exposed nub of her heel, finding some way to pleasure herself as she sucks me.
It's fucking hot but I need to make a fast decision here if I want to be where that wet heel lays. Or maybe I just let her keep going and I fill her mouth with me. I remember the comforting, wet softness of her tight silky pussy well, and I do so long to be back there, but Christ it's hard not to fill her up when one is so willing.
I decide to let my body do the deciding for me, and my cock just can't bear the idea of giving up this gift, so I give myself over entirely to primitive feeling and within seconds the explosion bursts through my veins, from my penis to my chest and out to every tip of every nerve. My load pumps into her mouth, filling her and more, and she fervently drinks me in, sucking and swallowing while I cum for what feels like forever.
As I slow, she sips the last of my cream, slowly slides and closes her lips off my slightly softened cock and swallows a final time. There is a shiny droplet of cum on her full, red bottom lip, and she licks it off, drawing the last of me into her.
I work my way the couple of feet behind me and reach the sofa, where I drop down, my pants still around me knees and my member returning to a state of satisfied dormancy. She sits on the floor, breathing for a minute, and then looks up at me with a smile. She gets up and walks over to me, placing a perfectly-shaped lipstick print on my abdomen as she marks her last location with a kiss.
***
For a while things seem even and normal again. After we've both calmed we mark time in small talk and catching up with what we've each been doing over the course of the year or so. It's typical stuff, mildly interesting and friendly enough. We sip some drinks and enjoy the variety of hors d'oeuvres she's prepared, ever the consummate hostess. It seems we're both happy although the unspoken question flits in the air. I don't bring it up because I'm here for the party, and it's something I'll attend to only if and when I'm forced to.
As we talk she
nestles into the crook of my arm, and I play with her varyingly…sometimes a twist or sniff of her soft, wavy hair, sometimes a twist and a flick at her nipples. It occurs to me that I've yet to see her full glory completely naked, and with the exception of this afternoon's call I've yet to pleasure her, either, but the night is still young and before too long I'm ready to celebrate once again.
As the conversation begins to die down I raise my eyes to her and say, "So has St. Nick's little elf gotten everything on her list yet?"
She looks up at me with a half-grin and replies, "No, Santa, I've yet to get exactly what I asked for."
"You know, spoiled girl, sometimes you don't get everything on your list."
"Oh but there are definitely one or two more things I really need. This couldn't really be all that I'm getting, could it?"
"No," I say, and I start to travel down the strap of her bra top, cup her firm, round breast in my hand, and make my way to her nipple to give it a little tweak. "I guess you've earned one or two more little gifts."
"Mmmmm," she purrs, "that sounds promising." Then she turns to me and rises up on her knees, and I unfasten the back of her top and let it fall down and snake its way to the floor. I lower my mouth to her breast and taste her sweet skin as I nibble her hard, excited nipple. Having cum hard twice already today, I can afford some time and generosity. I spend several minutes taking in the taste of her breasts, squeezing, feeling, rubbing, sucking, nipping, and I let my hands travel farther over her to take in the feel of her perfect lines and curves, over her hips, ass, thighs, and back around to her sex which has yet to be entirely revealed.
I decide it is finally time to remedy that situation and I pop the fastener at the back of her skirt and let that fall away, too. Then I rise up onto my knees and force her back with my body until she is lying flat on her back, stretched before me.
Hovering over her, I slip my shirt over my head and then shove my pants down and off. I am now completely naked and the only thing left to her carefully planned outfit is the thong and gartered thigh-highs. There she lies before me, fully reclined and totally topless; round, firm tits mounding up in the air, topped by perfectly tight tips calling out for a good licking. I follow the line down her great physique, taking in her flat belly and curves carrying down into the red thong and garters.