A VERY MERRY XXX-MAS: PART 1 OF 3
“Hey, what’s up darling?”
I glanced at my gorgeous girlfriend. She was dressed as a sexy Santa’s elf: breasts straining to burst a red string bikini, green ankle boots with four inch spike heels, and a laurel wreath at her temples. I looked down and laughed. “Appears I’m up. Damn you are something to look at tonight!”
As she observed the effect she was having on me, Becka actually blushed from her barely covered nipples to the tips of her perfect little ears. In an innocent, little girl voice she replied, “Maybe I can do something about that before we go to the party?”
That only made my eight inches become ten and point upward at a sharper angle. At that sign she dropped to her knees and sucked the bright purple head of my cock into her mouth. “Oh my god. Jesus fuck Becka, we’ll never get to the Mike and Jill’s place!”
She looked up at me with emerald green eyes, her bright red lips never leaving my thick cock and raised her eyebrows as if to say, ‘Really? You want me to stop?’
I took a deep breath, mentally thinking, ‘Nooo…. I want to pump six loads of jizz down your throat right now, my loving harlot.’ But what came out of my mouth was, “Honey, we agreed, I’d do you first tonight.”
She bit down on my cock enough to make me yelp and then slowly pulled her lips off an inch at a time, leaving my rod quivering and throbbing in the air between us as she stood. Then she smacked it with the back of her hand. “Sure, right,” and resumed putting on the rest of her makeup.
I stepped into my red furry jock strap, pulled it up, and looked down. My cock was sticking out of the waistband by a full four inches. I guess that was what my white fringed, red velvet cape was for. I tied it off at my neck and donned the traditional Santa stocking cap.
I stood, sidled up behind Becka, and cupped a full breast in each hand. As I looked at her in the mirror, she gave me a glorious smile. “You getting ready to do me or would you rather I helped with your boots?”
I debated a full three seconds, my cock pulsing under my cape. The tall, black, jackboots were always a bitch to get into. “Yeah, the boots, could use a hand,” and sat down in the arm chair next to the dressing table.
She knelt down in front of me, grabbed one and pushed as I pulled on the straps. With a grunt the first one went one. As she leaned over my legs with the second, her breasts swayed low, brushing my shins. Gods but she was hot! My cock grew again, once more poking out the top of my strap. She noticed, licked her lips but continued to help with my boots. I felt like a barbarian king of old with a slave girl at my feet.
Almost as if reading my mind she said, “So, master… King Ryan… anything else I can do for your magnificence?”
A dribble of precum leaked from the tip of my dick making it shine in the bright lights above the mirror. She noticed, dipped a fingertip in it and stuck it in her mouth and teased her finger slowly between her lips. I thought I was going to cum on the spot, was having a hard time breathing.
Pleased with my response, she stopped and stood up. She slipped into a moss green leather trench coat, grabbed her purse, and headed out to the car while tossing over her shoulder, “Let’s get going big boy.”
I glanced at my gorgeous girlfriend. She was dressed as a sexy Santa’s elf: breasts straining to burst a red string bikini, green ankle boots with four inch spike heels, and a laurel wreath at her temples. I looked down and laughed. “Appears I’m up. Damn you are something to look at tonight!”
As she observed the effect she was having on me, Becka actually blushed from her barely covered nipples to the tips of her perfect little ears. In an innocent, little girl voice she replied, “Maybe I can do something about that before we go to the party?”
That only made my eight inches become ten and point upward at a sharper angle. At that sign she dropped to her knees and sucked the bright purple head of my cock into her mouth. “Oh my god. Jesus fuck Becka, we’ll never get to the Mike and Jill’s place!”
She looked up at me with emerald green eyes, her bright red lips never leaving my thick cock and raised her eyebrows as if to say, ‘Really? You want me to stop?’
I took a deep breath, mentally thinking, ‘Nooo…. I want to pump six loads of jizz down your throat right now, my loving harlot.’ But what came out of my mouth was, “Honey, we agreed, I’d do you first tonight.”
She bit down on my cock enough to make me yelp and then slowly pulled her lips off an inch at a time, leaving my rod quivering and throbbing in the air between us as she stood. Then she smacked it with the back of her hand. “Sure, right,” and resumed putting on the rest of her makeup.
I stepped into my red furry jock strap, pulled it up, and looked down. My cock was sticking out of the waistband by a full four inches. I guess that was what my white fringed, red velvet cape was for. I tied it off at my neck and donned the traditional Santa stocking cap.
I stood, sidled up behind Becka, and cupped a full breast in each hand. As I looked at her in the mirror, she gave me a glorious smile. “You getting ready to do me or would you rather I helped with your boots?”
I debated a full three seconds, my cock pulsing under my cape. The tall, black, jackboots were always a bitch to get into. “Yeah, the boots, could use a hand,” and sat down in the arm chair next to the dressing table.
She knelt down in front of me, grabbed one and pushed as I pulled on the straps. With a grunt the first one went one. As she leaned over my legs with the second, her breasts swayed low, brushing my shins. Gods but she was hot! My cock grew again, once more poking out the top of my strap. She noticed, licked her lips but continued to help with my boots. I felt like a barbarian king of old with a slave girl at my feet.
Almost as if reading my mind she said, “So, master… King Ryan… anything else I can do for your magnificence?”
A dribble of precum leaked from the tip of my dick making it shine in the bright lights above the mirror. She noticed, dipped a fingertip in it and stuck it in her mouth and teased her finger slowly between her lips. I thought I was going to cum on the spot, was having a hard time breathing.
Pleased with my response, she stopped and stood up. She slipped into a moss green leather trench coat, grabbed her purse, and headed out to the car while tossing over her shoulder, “Let’s get going big boy.”
10 years ago