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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

  "Ahhhh I think someone likes that big dick inside her," I say through clenched teeth.

  "Oh good fucking GOD yes! Arrrrhh I love your fucking cock, Nick! Oh God give it to me harder! Give it to me more!"

  "Like that!?" I say, fucking her as hard as I possibly can, ramming hard into her cunt as far as humanly possible and burying my rod with every single push. "Is that how you like it, you dirty little nymph?"

  "Ye-yee-yeeees!" she cries, coming to her climax now. "That is just exactly how I like it! Uuuhhh! Ohhhh! Oooh I love it when you fuck me like a man!! Ahhhhh……!!!" and then she is off in a fit of cries and screams as she cums all over me. I feel her body stiffen and shake, her pussy clenching around my pole and her entire body vibrating as she comes on and on, pushing her sex up into me and rigidly holding it there as I too come fast to my orgasm.

  It's an explosive no-frills, good, solid hard cum and she makes it easy for me to thrust all of me into her as I pour out my seed. Our sex juices flow together as we both expend ourselves and enjoy that perfect all-out orgasm that everyone, man and woman, seek. As we both play out the last of our convulsions a feeling of total exhaustion and relaxation settles over us, and I collapse on top of her as slowly her pussy softens and the tension releases and melts away.

  ***

  I wake at home the next morning entirely satiated, my body loose and lax with the memory of yesterday's sex and the feeling of complete fulfillment. The sex was so good and varied that I find myself quite content for the remainder of the day and feel the world in good balance and order.

  I go on with my plans—take my jog, laze around, run my errands and do the usual Sunday coffee at my sister's house. I watch the game with her husband and tell them all I'll see them later in the week for Christmas some time and confirm that yes, I'll be there for dinner. No, not with a guest, it'll just be me. I wonder briefly if she would have liked to come along just as a friend, but I decide I'm not going there with Sissy and renew my promise, my gift to myself that I could just take this Christmas present for what it is worth.

  The next day is Christmas Eve. I have just a few things to take care of at work and then it's off early, sex-drive revved and renewed and I'm ready to take more of my proffered gifts. I text her cell. "Have your holidays been all you've hoped them to be?"

  It takes only minutes for her to respond. "Most enjoyable so far, but I'm hard to satisfy."

  "Not so hard for me," I type back.

  "No, you're most satisfying…more accurate to say I just can't ever get enough."

  "Be over in 10 to see what I can do." I hit back, then slip the phone back in my pocket and head out.

  Once again I'm impressed to find that she has taken pains to set the scene, although this time the only part of her little red ensemble left is the pair of high heels that show off the sculpted beauty of her very fine legs. Other than that she is completely naked and I drink in the full length of her body—a body made for a man. A body made to be fucked. Not too thin, not too fat but with enough meat to please and with all the right curves in all the right places. I tell her as much.

  "You know," I start, "you were just made for sex. You were put on this earth to have the brains fucked out of you."

  She smiles perfectly-shaped red lips and says, as she tugs me in the door by my collar, "I agree. So what are you waiting for, big boy? Come fuck me."

  "Now, now; hold on. I've just got in the door. You'll have to give me a minute to relax and get ready." It's half a lie, I know, because my dick is already stiffening and I hardly need any persuasion. But it's a fun game to play.

  "Okay, then," she replies, "what can I do to relax you?"

  "It's been a long day, baby. I'm pretty dirty. How about a nice, relaxing shower? You can wash me." I suggest.

  "That sounds like a good idea," she says in a low, sex-heavy voice. "I'm pretty dirty myself."

  She leads me into her bathroom with the large shower and turns the water on to warm up, then turns to me and starts to undress me. Locking her eyes on mine, she first loosens and then pulls off my tie, dropping it on the floor. Next she works her way down the line of buttons on my shirt, unbuckling my belt with her left hand and slipping her right hand in at my waist. The back of her hand brushes my stiffened dick as she plays innocent and tugs up the tails of my shirt.

  Leaning toward me as she rubs up my abs and chest and pushes my shirt off my shoulders to the floor, she flicks her tongue out and teases each of my nipples with it in turn. They, too, respond and harden. Baring just her white teeth she bites just the nibs and my cock insistently pushes against the front of my pants.

  I know she can feel my erection because her soft, naked body is pressed up to me. She plants a seductive kiss on my lips as she unbuttons my pants, slides the zipper down and frees me. I spring out to meet her touch and her hands send shockwaves of heat from my root up my belly.
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  Slinking to a crouch as she slowly, gently pulls my pants down, she purposefully brushes her mouth and nose over my pole, nuzzling my hard penis and making an obvious show of breathing in the scent of my dick. Then she continues down, lifts each foot to remove a shoe and tugs my socks off each in turn with a pull from the toe. She then drags her hands up my legs as she stands, cups my balls and rubs round them a few times, then turns from me, watching over her shoulder and feeling the shower water to see if it's ready.

  "Mmmm. Just right," she announces. "Come on in." And she pulls me into the shower by my fingertips.

  She has a bar of soap in her hand, which she rubs between them to get a good lather going. She sways gently at the hips as she does it, making even this otherwise innocent act look sexy. She takes a step closer to me and starts to lather my body, beginning with my chest and then making circular movements out and away over my entire torso and around to my back.

  She then move down to my legs, one then the other, soaping me from the top of my thigh down to each foot. Then she soaps the entirety of her front, getting herself good and slippery, drops the soap to the floor of the shower and moves in toward me as she takes a handful of suds and massages my erection.

  My nerves take a minute as they decide where to focus the bulk of their attention. I swim in the feeling of competing sensations: the steam and relaxation of the shower setting an undertone to the slippery feel of our two bodies sliding in different directions together, and then the superb sensation of my soap-slickened dick being rubbed by her. The movement is slow and firm but gentle—not a jerk-off, just an appetizer to start us off before the main course.

  She continues stroking me for several minutes as the fall of the water washes the soap away and she tucks my dick to her abdomen. I just stand there and enjoy it all with my hands on her marvelous ass and let her work me over.

  After several minutes more she bends down in the spray, licks up the underside of my dick and then down the topside back to my body, then plants a lingering kiss on the throbbing head of my penis.

  "Let's move this Christmas party elsewhere, shall we?" she invites. She turns her back to me to shut off the water, and I get a full-length view of her back, glistening in the bright lights. I take in the sites from her hair down to her magnificent ass and hips, down her legs and back up again. A sight like that never gets old; it's a gift every time, and my pecker stands straight up at attention knowing that within minutes he'll be buried inside it.

  She takes a warm towel from the heated bar, starts at my head and gently rubs the thick, soft, heated towel over me. She moves over my shoulders, down my back, over my chest and downward. She spends extra time on my cock and balls, cupping and rubbing them through the soft terrycloth. When she's done I get to watch as she does the same to herself, complete with the pause for attention at her sex, leaning her head back and closing her eyes as she spends several moments rubbing herself with the towel.

  When she's done she drops the towel to the floor and then heads out of the bathroom without a word. I follow her, compelled by her aura of sex and we go into the bedroom. The lights are dimmed way down low and soft-burning candles placed around the room give a feeling of warmth to the air. The bed is covered with a dark silk coverlet and made up with silk sheets. She lays down and pulls me down to the bed. To my moist, overheated skin the sheets feel not too much unlike the feel of her warm, silken sex.

  She stretches herself lazily and luxuriantly over the sheets, turning onto her belly. I watch as she works a hand slowly beneath herself and begins rubbing her box on her right hand while her left rubs her round left breast. Watching her pleasure herself like this is more than stimulating. Hard as I am I manage to find some control and enjoy taking in this sight for a few.

  As she continues to quietly work herself on her hands, I place my hand on her firm ass cheeks and feel them as they rise and fall beneath my hand to the rhythm of her self-pleasure. I roll on top of her, my rigid member fitting nicely between the cheeks of her ass and let the clenching of them as she moves massage the length of my shaft. I reach around to her front just to feel her hand in place on her cunt and treasure the very idea of her working herself as I work my dick, nestled in her tight rump. She squeezes and releases my solid shaft and I feel the tightening and puckering of her asshole against my sensitive skin.

  We work this way on and on, my excitement growing impossibly as I take turns between enjoying her tits and her working hands. Her strokes lengthen and become more focused as her breathing grows harder. I reach a plateau of excitement with a steady flow of pleasure coursing throughout my veins, reaching every part of my body and filling my being. I give myself over and just enjoy the sensational experience.

  She begins working herself harder now and I know that in addition to rubbing her pearl she has two fingers up inside her, both hands between her legs for maximum pleasure. Everything quickens and she loses all control. She is fucking her hands with abandon, no trace of her lady-like show now. She is all sexual being, lost in her pleasure and her sounds reach a crescendo with her orgasm.

  Growing rigid as she comes, the cheeks of her ass clamp down on my pole. Her rigidity draws her out to her full length, creating a long, tight pull on my shaft. My blood runs hot as I climb up to the edge of overflow. Just then the ebb of her pleasure simmers down and she quiets again to slow, pleasuring moans.

  I take her by the shoulder and turn her over on her back. Her excitement is also running at a high horny level and she's ready to go on with me. Penis in hand, I rub her with my head. Her wetness, the result of her personal foreplay, makes for the perfect bed and I slowly work my hard penis inside her as her silken folds yield to my unyielding cock.

  I feel her draw me in, enveloping my member with velvet heat. In and out, in and out, in and out I move in time with her matching my pace. I nuzzle down and bury my face in her boobs, sucking in the scent of her skin, feeling the mounds of her breasts as they push against my face and I knead her tits as she her enjoyment surges markedly.

  Together we both climb the mountain of desire and indulgence until I feel a pooling of bliss at the very base of my belly. As the pressure of my impending orgasm grows it moves down to the base of my cock. Time hangs as there is a pause in sensation and then all at once my spew explodes into her in one huge blast, followed by two more very sizable eruptions and I empty myself into her as she, too comes again. Her love-cries mix and mingle with mine and I hear us together in the back of my head as an almost audible electrical pulse shoots from the back of my neck simultaneously with the outpour of my loins. I cum as hard as I ever have with a power and force that is virtually unparalleled.

  ***

  Waking Christmas morning, I find myself reliving the pleasure of the night before. The sex was something beautiful, really. If I were in love with her or in a relationship I wouldn't call it "sex", I'd call it "making love". That leads me to a reality check once again, something I hadn't seriously done for the last couple of days.

  Before I left her last night I dropped enough insinuation so that she understood my intentions were one last gift to us both today. She, too, made insinuations of her own. Not demanding, not even really offering but making it clear that if I had an interest in seeing where things might lead us that she would be open to the prospect of prospecting. I rub my face and growl in minor frustration knowing that despite all the control I've made a point to take over this whole mini holiday adventure, I still find myself having to make a relationship decision and I'd already decided that I wasn't going to have to do that. Just sex. No life-altering decisions required.

  I dress and go to dinner and do the holiday thing at my sister's as I'd said I would. I briefly toyed with the idea of skipping it. With this much sex in the air Christmas with the kiddos is kind of outside the program and seems like something that might be hard to rebound from. In the end, though, I'm glad I did "the right thing" and visited the family. The kids actually served to lighten the mood and broke the strai
n of my heavy train of thought. Seeing my sister and her family and relaxing in a light atmosphere put the day back in perspective, too, and realigned the thoughts I was having.

  Once I'd finished with the normal holiday cheer, with the hustle, bustle and pressure of the holidays coming to a close, I found myself with that typical late-afternoon Christmas feeling of one final round of celebration and relaxation, and a feeling of general contentment. The plan was for me to make my way to her house after we'd both wrapped up our days so I headed across town as planned.

  She's been expecting me and when I knock on the door she calls out that the door is unlocked, come on in. I find her sitting posed at her Christmas tree. She has a large ribbon tied around her waist, the tails of it falling just right down the cheeks of her ass. I guess we won't be wasting any time with niceties this evening, either.

  "Merry Christmas, Nick." She coos. "You must have been a good boy because Santa's left a thing or two under the tree for you."

  "Mm hmm," I retort appreciatively, "I see there's a present there for me."

  "Oh yes, you can definitely have this present, but first I thought you might want to open one or two of these?" she says, eyebrows raised and tempting.

  She lifts her hands and in each of them is a small gift wrapped in shiny silver paper, tied with a braided cord with a strand of silver tinsel running through it. It looks like it's been wrapped with great care but I can't help the visions flashing through my head, brought on by the cording.

  I sit and open the first of her gifts. It is a box of chocolate-covered cherries with the stems still on. It's an odd gift because she knows I don't like the things. But she also knows I know she does, and she knows, too, that there is no way I've forgotten how they've served as a prop in the past. I wonder if this has been planned to remind me of the good old days.