All Tangled Up In Christmas Ribbons
An echo of flesh being smacked resounds in the tiny warm
bedroom. All that can be heard is his low groaning, as if
he had just seen an advertisement for his dream car. Not
voluntarily, though quite welcomingly, he takes in deep
slow breaths - fire breathing.
She's never seen him like this. In fact, she's
just met him an hour and a half ago. This very attractive,
poised career-oriented younger man, 7 years her junior,
was just another acquaintance she made through her Internet
chatting. Never in her wildest dreams would she have thought
she'd be the one on the giving end -or- beginning, rather.
There was a slight grin forming on her rosy cheeks, under
the drape of matted hair framing her dark yet European features.
Velvet ruby lips she wanted that night, for when she'd
meet him at that train station. If he turned out to be really
5ft 6 and dorky instead of the 5ft 11 and cute he had advertised,
at least she would have mesmerized him by how glossy her
lips looked. They were fine lips, a little bit pointy, always
half grinning, and the bottom one somehow often enough
found itself bitten, in anxiety or tumult. Made a rather
sexy impact. At least she could have made him regret not
having those same lips around his hardness, simply because
he lied. But he did not. He was in fact 5ft 11, very athletic,
rugby type of hardcore athlete, with a pair of thighs to
feast and grab onto for hours of wild riding.
Smooth hazel
eyes, and lips that had some 'HHMMPH' to them.
Square jaw bone. In an early, eager chat session they had
had, he had described himself as a bit of a thrill seeker,
always looking for a new experience, and not having any
qualms about burning the candle at both ends. This fresh
spontaneous meeting enthoused her but made her rather
self-conscious. She was not used to great thrills.
The crimson silken ribbons were leaving such a nice dramatic
contrast against his wrists, with his dark skin. Just a
nice tan from the days he worked in the south. He had luckily
been transferred back, shortly after they 'met'.
Manicured nails, she noticed too. Her slick hand barely
rose in the air, and smacked his left ass cheek again - SMACK.
Her hips rose with his torso and hips bucking without real
intention. She sat on his lower back, the silk stockings'
bands digging in the flesh of her thighs, and making that
much more of a contrast to her bare and burning cunt. Cunt
- they had discussed that word. Too often used in a derogative
manner. They both loved the sound of it, how the 't'
stuck to the roof of ear while his cock was
just running back and forth along her slit, teasing the
heck out of her. In a fit of pride/hormonal imbalance/pure
lust (she didn't want to know exactly why but), she
overturned him, pinning him to tthe mouth. How the 'n' mimicked
a low moaning tone.
And by default, how the 'c'
of 'cunt' made a bold and clean cut statement.
Fill my cunt, like a total slut... now, he
had wanted her to say, to groan in his he bedspread onto his stomach.
She had grabbed the ribbons from a desk drawer, full of nick
nacs and got back onto him, one goal in mind. Make HIM cum
first, but beg for it. She fastened the ribbons to the right
leg of the bed, underneath the headboard. Stretched him
out in haste across the bed almost methodically, with his
ass over the edge of the bed, his knees barely touching the
ground and she settled herself, kneeling next to him. Reaching
over to the nightstand, the clink of the bottle of tequila
hitting the glass chandelier made him jump a little, as
she brought the bottle to her. Oh ungh.. became
the whimper that escaped his lips. He was probably busy
figuring out what was at hand for the rest of the night, until
glass hitting glass sucked him out of this guessing mode.
Her middle and forefinger dipping into her glass of water,
she grabs a slippery ice cube. Letting the cube slide down
between his shoulder blades, she notices the frame of his
torso wiggling as a shiver grinds through his teeth. Her
tongue and lips lap and suck the cool trail left by the ice,
pointing all the way down to the small of his back. Her tongue
drags long flat strokes, moving the ice cube around, her
hair brushing on either sides of him, the back and forth
tingling making his rib cage rise and fall.
She sucks the
remainder of the cube and crunches her molars onto it, gets
on top of him, pussy hovering over his mid back, crushing
the ice to a melting pulp in her smiling mouth. Taking a long
deep breath, she follows the outline of his ass cheek with
her oily fingertips. Half a lime in her other hand, she squeezes
it almost dry. ----They had considered having a drink,
before going back to her place in order to 'break the
ice'. However, after the initial uneasy 'hug
and hello', he insisted it would be fine to just settle
down in front of a nice fire at her place, drink something
warm, maybe some hot coco, or even some egg nog, and 'talk
a while'. That was the theme they had bull shitted about.
Both knew that this wasn't going to be a long night of
awesome chit chat. 'Twas the night to be jolly, after
all. As soon as her key slid into the lock, his warm bare hands
were underneath her buttoned up coat, mysteriously went
past her long scarf, sweater and right underneath her bra.
His mouth was all over her neck it seemed and, in the dark
private entrance, all you could hear was Fuck, I
had a hard on all through the ride, coming here. Your tits
feel as good as I had imagined baby. They shoved themselves
through the doorway, not minding the giant red and gold
wreath sprinkled with candy canes, and glittery gingerbread
men. She had a taste for decorating, and Christmas was another
savoring moment.
Two flights of stairs, and a lot of tongue
sucking and french kissing and groping and fingering and
stroking later, she was leaning against the dinner table,
fumbling with his belt as he fingered her cunt - her pants
not even undone. Haven't they invented a mistletoe
for people like us yet? he asks, as he looks into her
eyes through the dimly lit dining room, seeing only the
sparkle of her earrings and diamond pendant he had put on
her. Ackwardly, through a tight crowd of travelers, he
had taken the necklace from his coat pocket and delicately
wrapped it around her neck. He clipped it on, his gloved
fingers tracing the gold necklace, making her shiver and
sigh, eyes half closed. It was Christmas eve, alot of people
were going to and fro, but somehow they seemed alone in their
own little bubble, waiting for the cab to pick them up in
front of the station. His arm around her waist, snuggled
close, his lips barely touching her ear. That's what
had reminded him to give her his present.-- Mistletoe
for people like us? she giggles. Handsome,
she pauses, catching her breath from laughing Babe,
if they had mistletoes made for me and you, it would be something
like a pulley or a hanging set of ropes and cuffs, ready to
be used for wild fuck sessions, complete with a custom made
shower and luuuube dispenser. she grinned. He grabbed
her jaw instantly and dove in with his tongue, kissing her
harder than she'd been kissed before, her ass slowly
edging off the dinner table.
His hands caught her in time,
and pulled her up to carry her to the nearest wall, any wall,
wherever that may be. 'clink', 'bamm',
oh shit! - she laughs. They had stumbled against
the tree. Oh screw that she quickly replied.
She regained her steadiness, pushed him hastily against
the opposite wall in the hallway, frames getting tossed
out of balance, the christmas tree ornaments still clunking
in the dying echo.---- She shifts her ass a little further
back, tosses her long brown hair back and leans in slow to
lick the drops of lime juice right where they have dribbled
- all over his ass cheek. Long languid licks, one following
the other. As she drags her tongue up, the light from the
street giving his ass the perfect silhouette it deserves,
she notices the fresh snow floating down. This being the
night before Christmas, she reminds herself she had been
too much of a good girl this year perhaps, therefore no time
like the present to toss those inhibitions out the window
and fuck the living daylights out of this self-proclaimed
'sex god' groaning underneath her. Her flat tongue
seeks the trails of lime juice. Her warm saliva leaving
a hot trail behind the cool droplets - all his to cope with.
She gathers every drop. Leaning back up, suddenly resting
the bottle on his ass cheek, he jumps again. Cold glass bottle.
She shouldn't have done that without caressing his
skin first.
Oh what the hell. Taking a good swig of tequila...
she sucks her fingertips, and drags them across his lips.
Vain attempt to suck and bite her fingertips, she leans
down instantly to lick the crack of his ass. Pause - smack.
'That was a sharp sound', thinking to herself.
She's biting her lower lip. She knows she is loving
it. She knows he's digging it even more. Can
I have a sip of my drink, please?, she hears. Why
yes you may, Santa she snorts. She takes another
swig of Tequila and swirls around and down, to give him a
kiss. As his lips let her tongue slip in, he suckles the sip
right out of that kiss. It made for a very warm heated kiss
as he tried to suck on her tongue. She just rose back up to
brace her hands on his sides and drag her tongue down his
ass crack... all the way to his balls. She senses the bed
shake for one second, figuring his arms must have reflexed,
and tugged at the ribbon. She grins, her tongue darting
between his ass cheeks. Reaching down over the edge of the
bed, her fingernails rake his inner thighs, not even reaching
the top, where his cock is pressed into the mattress, pointing
furiously to the ground. She draws tiny circles along his
inner thighs, one nail at a time, repeating with each finger,
as her tongue wiggles between his asshole and his balls.
She's loving how his ass seems to clench, the muscles
tighten and release as if on command, to the strength of
her flicking her tongue back and forth.
She suckles on that
tender yet firm nerve between balls and asshole, as her
hands grab handfuls of muscle and flesh from his ass, pressing
his ass cheeks wider apart. Clench... intentional. Her
tongue darts its way, into, and past the rim of his asshole.
Wiggling, slow and intent. He groans so loud. She hums,
and groans, feeling curious about how this tightness feels,
pushing her tongue deeper still, squeezing it in. She's
salivating. She lets her tongue slide out, and drags it
around. His balls, sucked one by one, rolled and tossed
around by her tongue. Licking back to the top of his ass crack,
her teeth grip into the flesh of his ass cheek as she sucks
and growls low. Slippery hands massaging his ass, pressing
both ass cheeks together, and apart. And again, biting
a little more, into the other ass cheek, muscles clenching,
her hands pressing them together, apart... Smack. SMACK,
SMACK... ----They both have this power trip thing about
spanking and having the last word in bed. Although his attitude
is predominant, and clear as ice water, her will power often
shifts from Do me, now to please...
fuck me like a total slut...oh please. However,
the dynamic between them is quite special. The first that
gets to administer the spanks is probably the winner. Both
of them tipping back and forth, delightfully undecided
between dominant and dominated. When it came to entering
her bedroom, he grabbed her hips, from behind and made this
mock motion of fucking her doggy style, his hands on her
sides, than clamping them onto her shoulders.
She couldn't
help but melt. He guided her, with this mock fucking, up
against the foot of her bed where she tipped, and fell onto
her stomach. He left her like that, while he checked through
the drawers of the night table, and found her fuck toys,
a good sized dildo, tiny vibrator, a collection of precious
other little things. Though what caught his attention
was the bottle of scented massage oil. Her eyes were closed.
She heard this slick wet sound in a steady pumping rhythm
coming closer to her ear. He was stroking his cock, standing
at the side of the bed, fist tight around the base of the shaft.
His fist rolled all the way up to the beautiful purple mushroom
head, slick and completely coated with his precum mixed
with the oil. The scent of jasmine like a fog around the bed.
She licked her lips, as if her mouth had gone dry without
notice. That's when he threw the bottle of massage
oil onto the bed and pounced. His teeth dug into her neck
as his hand reached into the back of her pants, and snaked
its way right down to her cunt, his fingers kissing the wet
puddle of cunt juices he had provoked. That massage oil
was all they would be wearing, in a few minutes.---- SMACK!!
SMACK!! - pause - SSSSSMAAACK!! Her cunt throbs, her breath
comes into short rhythmic gasps, ultimately her head rolls
back. SMACK. The earth seems to move, bed stirs - all she
can feel is her clit burning up, being rubbed raw like it's
never been rubbed before and a warm wet sensation slipping
into her cunt.
He's come loose. 'Tis the
season baby! SMACK!! His fingers digging into her
ass, his grip pulling her cunt onto his determined open
mouth, his tongue probing and filling her tight cunt as
his teeth graze against her clit and cunt lips. Do
you like Santa's llllong hard laps, lllittle lady?
She can sense his grin. She can't answer that, her cunt
tingling. She braces herself, fists clenched into the
now dampening bedspread, his cock standing straight at
attention right in front of her face. Feeling wide open,
naked and vulnerable, she gives in. Her head dives first,
mouth embracing his inner thighs and balls, as his feet
have gained stability on the edge on the mattress, his hips
bucking slowly but intently up to her mouth. She suddenly
feels his one hand releasing her ass and pushing her head
down. His cock was just on the verge of penetrating her mouth.
Gasps, groans, he's fucking her mouth. Her senses
go hay wire. Good girl he groans and clamps
his mouth on her cunt again. Clit - throbbing hard; his tongue
- feels bigger than any of her fuck toys, maybe because it's
so eager; fingers digging into her ass cheek - too close
to making her cum; his hips thrusting up, his fist tangled
in her hair - she so badly wants him to fill her mouth with
his white hot cum, to gush and explode and to swallow him
whole! His slick fingertip invades her ass. Gasps. No time.
Her throat constricts over the head of his cock, his hips
bucking up, locking her head there.
His finger wriggles
into her ass, she bucks senseless. No more waiting. He cums.
She cums. The thumping of her heart, coated by his low moans,
rush through her whole body. She can feel his tongue lapping
and digging into her cunt, as his cock rolls in and out of
her mouth, jutting, coating the whole interior of her mouth
with his warm cum. He moans FFFFFucccck! Fuck! Fuck!
MMmm... ungh, Good girl! his breath resounds from
between her thighs, as he wraps his arm tenderly over her
hips, around her waist and laps like a kitten at her cunt
lips, so excruciatingly slow and rough. Mmmmmmerry
Christmas baby, she slowly whimpers. His finger
still pushing and gliding into her asshole. She gasps,
and breathes deep raw breaths. Her lips caressing the length
of his half hard shaft. The snow covers the Christmas lights
outside her bedroom window. Smacks her lips together.
SMACK! his hand impacts on her red ass -Still planning
to wake me up with a silk red ribbon tied around my cock?
he groaned.