After an early night in you are tucking yourself into your warm cozy bed. It might be Christmas Eve but “visions of sugar plums” aren’t *exactly* what are dancing in your head. Your head still racing from the exhilarating night out with the girls. You were home *much* earlier than you’d have liked and the frustration was building the more you thought back on the night. Damn Christmas. Damn family gatherings. You hadn’t spent good, quality time decompressing with friends. It was holiday and you all were going to take advantage of that. After a bit of drinking, dancing and laughing you and your friends new it was time to get going. You had to be somewhat responsible and get home early. You had family over at your place for the night and had to be home to let them in. They were counting on you…and you know how tenuous *that* can be.
Of course, as your usual luck would have it a really cute older guy approaches your group and makes immediate eye contact with you. It exudes confidence and you notice *just* a hint of a few wrinkles around his eyes as you are fixated on the glint in them. The crooked little smile he asks if he can buy you one more and moves in closer. Just knowing you wouldn’t possibly say no.
But you *had* to. Again, Damn responsibility. Now as you lie there in bed you think about that confidence. You imagine where his hands would have gone first once he inevitably got you back to his place. Where you’d have wanted to place yours. His hips pressing closer to yours. It’s all you can take to not slide your hand down inside your pj’s. You don’t want the horror of waking up a parent. You don’t exactly trust your self to be quiet. It’s not really like it’s that easy to feel all that sexy in your Christmas pj’s. For fucks sake, they make you feel like your 12 again. But it’s not like you can exactly prance around in what you normally go to bed. Slowly you nod off…..
….Mhmmmm. You are dreaming of having your thighs teased by that older man from the bar. His hands large and firm. He’s such a tease! You feel him spreading your legs a bit and slowly pulling down your festive pj pants, but not until after tracing the waist of them a bit. His hands move down under and alongside that tiny thong you wore to the bar. The one you wore under your skirt. You then feel the feel of what seems to be cloth on his hands. A small bit of stitching protruding from the finger of what feels like a softer glove. It slides down further and quickly finds your clit. *However*, just as amazingly quickly as he finds it, he slows down once he does. You had been a tad moist before you fell asleep but this dream had you wet. His index finger now gently tracing your pussy lips. You start to reach down to service yourself when you are startled a bit out of your slumber when you notice you are unable to move your hands. Your wrists are…restrained? You snap out of your slumber and notice that your wrists are tied together behind your back. The petting on your lips gets a tad faster. Your reach up with your fingers to feel around and you suddenly notice that you’ve been restrained with….Christmas lights. Your eyes pop wide open and the first place they gaze at is a bit of dirt specks on the floor of your room and a red blur that lead down to big, black boots.
“Ho, Ho, Ho!” You were on my naughty list. For good reason I see. When I approached your Christmas Tree I heard “a bit of a clutter” so I came in and what did I see but a young lady with a wet pussy.”
Both of his hands now on each of your hips. Your ass exposed. He pulls you to the edge of your bed. Feet now on the ground, bent over. He presses up against you. The soft fuzz of his suit tickling your ass a bit. The smooth coldness of his belt. Almost as quickly as he does…he walks away. You look to the direction he is headed. It’s towards a big bag. He stands beside it.
“Young ladies that stay on my “other” list get their own full sack of toys.” He reaches down and pulls out a Hitachi. You hear the vibrations of a slow setting and you can see the gleem in his eye.
He the reaches down and pulls off his thick black belt, big gold buckle and walks back up behind you. He takes a firm squeeze of your ass cheek..and he was correct. You *were* naughty. Because this turned you on *waaaaay* too much.
“Spread open”, he says sternly. “I could have done it myself but I just wanted to see if you are capable of following directions.”
After your thighs quiver a bit, you open up and he begins to rub your pussy with two fingers. He then places the head of the Magic Wand on your clit and then takes the slack from the Christmas lights and begins to wrap them around your legs. Pulling your thighs tighter together and around the handle to keep the Hitachi in place.
“Ah, very nice indeed. Now. You will count your spankings out loud to me.”
He pulls off one of his gloves and softy scratches along your right ass cheek. After a few seconds of lingering comes a swift, hard stroke. The belt bent in half in a manner that spares you the buckle….for now.
“Oh, and *one* more thing. Naughty girls aren’t allowed to cum.” For the first time his gloved finger penetrates inside your lips and he puts in another. Rhythmically pacing himself. Another smack on your cheek and quickly another.
“How many was that? I don’t think I heard you?”
He switches ass cheeks and comes down with a thud several more times. You don’t want to wake anyone but you also don’t want to disobey and get the buckle either. He begins stroking you harder. You remember his stipulation. No, his rule. No cumming. You moan and whimper as more smacks rein down. Your cheeks tingling deep down to the core.
“Quiet naughty one. You will wake someone. Suddenly you feel pain shoot through your skull as he grabs a fistful of hair and yanks your head back. Suddenly you feel his hand cupping your chin and his fingers wrap around on your cheeks. He pushes them inward and before you know it, you have the ball of his hat stuffed in your mouth. His hand holding it up. He leans in close to whisper in your ear, “*Really* Naughty girls end up in my reindeer harnesses. Are you a *really* bad girl?
The Christmas light bondage suddenly loosened.
Then you feel the head slide inside your dripping wet pussy walls. You are a naughty little slut. You needed this *soooo* badly. He strokes you in rhythm. Not giving you his *whole* hard, thick cock but only about a third of it. Swaying his hips and pulling you by the hips, back onto him. He pulls out. Almost all the way…..and then rams it in deep. You can feel his balls against your lips. Before he pulls out and slams it back in. Throbbing, pulsing he starts to pick up the pace. “Absolutely *no* cumming.
**If anyone’s interested I’ll take the time to construct the “Married Mom” version. I just need feedback to know if I’m wasting my time or not.**
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