(Sequel to “A Christmas Not Alone”)
Her tree and decorations were still up. Although the sherry from Christmas was long gone. She sat there again, in her apartment, still alone but this time drinking whiskey.
Not typically a lady’s drink but then she wasn’t a typical lady and to hell with all the stereotypes!
Much to her immense disappointment, her Christmas Eve visitor had not returned. It had not appeared, flitting in and out of existence as before. Well, flitting in and out of existence, until the moment it had been ever so present and ravished her. Taken her for itself while giving everything of itself to her.
And indeed it had so much to give.
Ever since that night, she’d been insatiable. Pleasuring herself at least twice a day and sometimes three times.
Always in the morning during her shower or occasional bath and always at night, sitting in her chair.
She’d sat in that chair every evening, touching herself, exploring herself. Being bolder and bolder, making herself familiar with every inch of her body. Tenderly caressing herself, pinching herself, even sliding a couple of fingers into her ass as she explored her pussy inside and out and had also come to enjoy herself.
All the time holding and holding back the orgasm, in the hope that her arousal would somehow summon it again.
Eventually, she’d have to release and always had an incredible climax.
But as the pleasure soaked through her and then the inevitable relaxation set in, she’d lay there, naked and exposed. Covered in her own orgasm, frustrated and even a little sad that she’d done this alone and more so, that it hadn’t returned.
She sipped the whiskey as she began the new routine of stroking her body to tease and torment herself before she fully indulged.
She’d stopped wearing her pyjamas after the first and only visit.
She’d stopped wearing underwear as well, even during the day submersing herself into the love of feeling and being aware of her sex and sexuality at all times.
Tonight she wore a short cotton nightgown with a low-cut top. It made her feel like a plaything waiting to be deliciously and lovingly used. And she knew that is exactly what she had become.
Her hand easily found her breast and she quickly felt the weight and massaged it a little before finding her pert nipple, ready and waiting.
She pinched it firmly and twisted it. She gave a sensuous gasp as a smile, filled with delight, lit up across her face.
She took another sip of whiskey and then placed the glass on the table.
With one hand she massaged her other breast and with her free hand she stroked from her knee, up along the inside of her thigh. As she approached her destination she lifted herself, parted her legs and threw them over the arms of the chair.
She began to tease the length of her pussy and paid special attention to her bright pink button at the top.
She squeezed her breast as she bit into her bottom lip at the deliciousness of her own tease.
Something in the room shifted.
The atmosphere changed, now electric and charged.
She knew instantly that it was back.
She wanted to offer herself completely to it but she didn’t want to seem too keen.
Surely it knew her desire, as it had done before. She even hoped that it had been watching her throughout the week as she had enjoyed her own sexual discoveries.
She felt hands on her, the multiple hands of it or was it them?
They followed her desires along her body. Caressing, pinching, groping, teasing and stimulating.
She became lost in the sensations. The exquisite pleasure and pain that she craved were either addressed as she needed and wanted it, or attended to before she herself was even aware of it.
The multiple hands, she’d thought five or so the first time, but this time there seemed to be more, more like five pairs of hands.
They worked on her like miniature angels and demons, all coming together for this holiest, or unholy, of sacraments.
Her desire and lust.
Suddenly they gripped her and flung her over. In one powerful and swift motion, she was facing the back of the chair with her head looking over the top. Her knees pressed into the joint between the armrests and the back, which caused her ass to be lifted and point slightly towards the ceiling. She wrapped her arms around for grip and purchase.
The multiple hands still working her, dancing and probing her skin. She felt spectral fingers stroking her pussy and her tight ass as they also continued to play and pinch nearly every part of her.
She’d never been this turned on, shocks of pleasure lighting up the intricate pathways from her body to her mind and from her mind to her body.
Fear flashed but for a moment, before the wanton slut, she’d found herself to be, completely took over.
The tip of that very generous, long and thick cock, the cock from another world, pressed against her pussy lips.
Oh, fuck! She had longed for this again and now it was here, ready to fuck her again.
As it slid into her it stretched her open and her pussy hungrily devoured it. She must have forgotten just how generous this otherworldly cock was, either that, or it had grown.
A little pain came with the pleasure as it began to move inside her.
Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! This was incredible!
All the hands moved over her as this thing fucked her. Thrusting inside her. Hitting every secret spot inside, stretching and pushing against her inner treasure trove, revealing every precious metal and gemstone, as it filled her up.
She convulsed as the orgasm shook the very foundation of her being and she gripped tightly onto the chair with every part of her that she possibly could.
She’d wanted this to last longer than the first time but there had been no way.
she couldn’t have held off.
It was like it had learnt her, maybe even studied her.
She gushed and moaned as it continued to thunder inside her, relentlessly, as she wailed and moaned.
This time it, the invisible entity hadn’t climaxed.
This realisation hit her as she felt it pull its thick hard cock out of her.
Had she disappointed it? Was her earthly form not enough to satisfy it?
She felt it press its cock onto her tight ass hole, it pressed firmly but didn’t push in.
The fear came back.
She worried that it would be too big for her. This was very different from a couple of her own fingers or the occasional toy she’d used. Not to mention the few times she’s let a guy just do his jerk and squirt in there because it made home feel ‘dirty’.
She could feel its hunger focused on the tip of its cock, which in turn focused it on her pretty little ass.
She wanted it but it was too big and then, it was too late.
It slowly pushed into her ass, stretching her open as it slid in. She wanted it so badly but it burned a little.
But in it slid, expanding her tight hole and she gasped as it was finally all the way in.
It felt so good, filling her up, its presence commanding and yet controlled.
It began to slowly slide out.
The hands seemed to have calmed their pace a little. More focused on stroking and massaging.
Her ass closed shut like a tender bloom when it was finally out.
She wanted it back in.
No sooner had that thought crossed her mind than again it was pushing into her. She pushed back onto it.
Quickly it filled her again.
And then began to move, slowly, back and forth, maybe an inch at a time.
Its girth consistent along its length. After a few movements, it began to increase both speed and force, but not enough for her. She moved with it and against it.
Willing it to fuck her ass.
The hands quickened as did her arousal.
This creature, this being, matching her movement and ferocity until eventually, it took control. Its supernatural cock kept her ass and her eyes wide as it continued to pump inside her.
The disembodied hands controlled her as they gripped her hips and controlled her movements.
She began to feel an orgasm building. This was very new to her. She’d never had anything this large in her ass before, sure. But this was different, it knew how to fill her ass as equally as it knew all the secrets of her pussy.
The ungodly ass fucking continued.
She could feel her climax begin to build. It was like a giant dynamo being wound and wound. Charging with electricity.
The hands pulled at her hair lifting her chin up and he head back. She began to pant and for the first time, on this visit, she heard the thing’s voice. Again it was matching her panting and whimpering and again in that distinct and other dimensional tone.
She could feel her eyes roll back in her head as she approached the inevitable. It was fucking her harder and faster than ever before, moving inside her ass but stimulating her pussy from the inside also.
She began to convulse but this time it started before the orgasm hit. It was like the battery had fully charged and then short-circuited before finally making a connection again.
Sparks began to shoot along her nervous system, firing and then misfiring. The energy building and building.
She was gasping for breath with the exertion and the intensity.
The storm was brewing and there was nowhere to seek shelter.
She could hear the buzz in the air and feel the static across her skin.
Lighting shot from her very core as the switch was forcibly being thrown. Multiple switches were thrown on in a seemingly random sequence.
She jolted back and forth so hard that she broke the rhythm of the creature. Forcing herself hard and deep onto its cock even as it was pulling back.
This caused the pain to return, but that only served to ignite new sparks and she continued to spasm and gyrate, violently forcing herself onto it.
She thrashed around as the climax filled her entire being. Lightning exploded from her core with nowhere to ground.
The creature then erupted inside her ass. They cried out together as it flooded her ass with its own uncontrollable torrent of pure ecstasy!
Both raging and roaring and screaming as they held onto each other with vice-like grips of passion and combined asylum.
The electricity had turned into fire and ice, burning and consuming them with every sensation and even a slight movement would set off yet another sequence of system overload.
The darkness, the stillness, and the moments ebbed as her consciousness began to return and she could focus on her surrounding.
She’d felt it tentatively and slowly slide out of her and then she’d just hung there, over the chair, trying to reform herself in some shape or form.
She was beginning to be aware, seeing the room, knowing where and who she was.
It stood in front of her, again flitting in and out of existence, appearing only as an opaque apparition for split seconds and then vanishing.
She remained, hung over her chair, still exposed, still exhausted, still satisfied and again she wondered if and when it would return.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/10azi9l/a_new_years_eve_return