“Oh come on, honey,” I coax, “you know you want to.”
“I look bloody stupid,” my rather disgruntled husband mumbles from deep within the depths of his white, fluffy and very false beard. “And this itches.”
“Oh, come on Aidan. I promised Katherine we’d go. We don’t have to stay long.”
I get down on my knees between his thighs, the voluminous red velvet pants rubbing against my bare arms quite deliciously. I look up into his eyes and I give him the look. We all know the look I mean, don’t we? The “pretty please” look.
“Hmm. I might consider it, what have you got to persuade me with?” There’s a gleam in his twinkling blue eyes as he looks down at me. He shifts around on the end of the bed and I can feel how hard his cock is. It’s good to know that even after a fair few years of marriage I can turn him on so easily. The outfit I am in is definitely helping me out, though. It is cut low to reveal lots of cleavage. It shows more boob than it conceals.
I picked it out on the spur of the moment. It’s short, only just covering the tops of my thighs. It’s deep, dark Christmas-green and made of shimmering satin. It has a green elf hat to match and cute little turned-up elf shoes, too. It’s so much more revealing than I would normally contemplate but I felt naughty at the time I chose it. Naughty, sexy and out to show Katherine O’Connell that I could have as much fun as anyone else out there.
Just that morning she’d had the audacity to call me uptight and boring. She was handing out invites to her annual Christmas piss up when suddenly she sashayed over to my cubicle, filling the air with the sickly sweet smell of too much musky, expensive perfume.
“Here’s your invite Claire, though I don’t suppose you’ll be coming.”
I am usually pretty mild mannered. Slow to anger, swift to bless – you know the type. But she picked on me at just the wrong moment. I’d just finished dealing with an awfully snotty customerå†nd it was just coming up to that time of the monthå†nd I was having a serious longing for a big slab of chocolate that I’d not be able to get ’til lunch time .
“What do you mean?” I snapped.
“Well, let’s face it, dear; you and hubby are far too uptight and boring for one of my parties.” She smiled then, like a tiger that’s gotten its claws in its prey. “But you’d be perfectly welcome to come if you discover what fun is between now and then!”
With that she flicked her long, springy red curls, turned on her heel and went to giggle with Gail from accounts. For such an attractive woman, she has one hell of an attitude problem. She really didn’t like me, still doesn’t in fact. I decided then that we would be attending her do and we’d have the best bloody costumes going and we’d have fun and rub it in her snub-nosed face.
When I found my perfect costume, I had to try it on. I couldn’t turn up to snotty bitch’s party in an ill fitting costume. It fit. Oh boy, did it fit, hugging me in all the right places, making the most of my sexy hourglass figure. I felt the lovely satin material as I brushed out the creases, covering my body perfectly.
I had to take off my bra to let the material sit properly on me. I felt wicked, only a thin curtain hiding me from the public eye. I twisted and turned, checking my body from all angles in the large mirror in front of me. I looked damn good even if I did think so myself. I was remembering all of this, the various thoughts and images whizzing through my mind as I smiled sexily up at hubby.
“Well Santa, I think I might have a present for you this time.” I roll down his trousers. He has nothing on underneath them, “My, my. Santa’s going commando.”
“Well the lining feels nice,” he mumbles into his hefty beard and then he gasps as my mouth envelops his cock. This wasn’t going to be pretty sex. It wouldn’t be long, slow and sensuous. This blowjob had one aim; to make my husband come and come in as quick a time as possible. We’ve got a party to attend to and I need to taste him. I need to hear and feel him come.
I take him deep into my mouth, straight away running my tongue down in a long line along the underside of him. I know from experience that it will drive him wild. I plunge my mouth up and down his hardness once, twice, then again and my mind begins to wander as my mouth goes into autopilot.
I remember looking at my reflection in the costume shop. I remember how I thought that Aidan would get hard just looking at me. I did something so out of character then that it brings a flush to my cheeks even now, as they are puckered around my husbands cock.
I sat upon the little chair, opened my legs wide and masturbated. Yes, in a public place. It really didn’t take me long to climax. I was watching myself in the mirror, my lips plump and red with arousal, my finger rubbing round and round faster and faster, my other hand stroking the satin material over my breasts. I watched as my legs began to shake and spasm. As my orgasm hit, I closed my eyes to savour the moment and bit down hard on my lip to stop myself from crying out. It felt so good. I felt so sexy, so naughty and so very slutty. I went through the rest of the day with a massive grin on my face and a healthy flush to my cheeks.
Once again, I concentrate on my lovers cock and it only takes a few more strokes of my well-practised mouth to make him thrust and moan in ecstasy before holding still and pumping my mouth full of warm, salty Aidan juice.
I make a show of licking my lips and smile up into his eyes,
“Right. Now you’ve come Santa, you’ve got to come with me to the party. Oh, and pull your pants up first will you, please?”
He chortles as he heaves up his pants. “Hell, no wonder I love you woman. Now let’s go and get this bloody farce over with.”
I know he’s only humouring me and I love him for doing that. He’s a good man. He’s loving, kind and totally, utterly devoted to me. I do take advantage of him and his good nature at times; I know I do. Tonight is one of those times. I’ll make it up to him though, so much so that he won’t be able to walk for a week. Maybe he’s not so hard done by after all.
We pull up outside Katherine’s house in the suburbs. There are multi-colored lights decorating the trees and bushes all around the front garden and hundreds more in the windows of the home. Tacky Santa’s, illuminated snowmen and abstract reindeers as well as a plethora of Christmas trees.
“It’s like bloody Blackpool illuminations.” Aidan exclaims his eyes going wide and his jaw dropping.
“It’s as in-your-face and gaudy as Katherine herself.” I sigh, shaking my head.
“Come on, let’s go in before we totally chicken out!”
I don’t want to admit it to hubby but I am really nervous now. This costume, though sexy, doesn’t hide much. I wish I’d worn the red tights to go with it but on an impulse I’d left them off. My mum always said you should never wear red and green together. Now I am very aware of the fact that if I bend over, even a little, my buttocks will be exposed to the world. Yes, I am wearing panties, but some of those sexy red ones with nothing to cover your backside but a piece of string. They feel sexy on and go with the cute, red, lacy bra I am wearing, but only now is the full realization of how revealing they are hitting me. Mother never had anything to say about red underwear. I doubt she knew it came in colors other than black and white anyway.
Holding tight to Aidan’s hand, I stride up to the front door and firmly knock. I can hear muted party sounds already. Music, laughter and general fun are only a door away. Why do I wish I wasn’t here?
“Hello and welcome!” Katherine opens the door, her face caked in a smile.
“Oh, my!” Her jaw drops as she sees hubby and I standing before her.
“Come in, then,” she gasps, looking me up and down, tracing the outline of my curvy figure through the satin of my outfit. She is wearing the exact same one I am.
Oh, no! I groan inwardly how have we managed to choose the same outfit? Katherine seems to have gathered up her thoughts with her jaw and she whisks us into the house, announcing our arrival to a house full of guests. I take a quick look around but can see no one I really know.
Aidan squeezes my hand for a moment then shouts, “Oy Mate, You’ve copied my bloody idea!” in the direction of a group of similarly clothed Santa’s. I am pretty sure he doesn’t know any of them, but they all roar with laughter at his joke. My husband disappears into the flock of false beards. I can hear his hearty laughter, but can’t work out which Santa is actually mine.
Being left alone, I begin to wander somewhat aimlessly. I meet elves and fairies (of both sexes) a Christmas tree or two, a devil and one strange middle aged lady who seems to be clothed in just tinsel. I manage to find a glass of something alcoholic and knock it back. I don’t remember how many times I refill my glass but I know I am feeling a little tipsy by the time a green-clad, red-cheeked jolly fellow approaches me with a bottle of wine and generously fills me up again.
“Ho, ho, ho,” he cries. “I’m the Ghost of Christmas Present.”
And then quietly he whispers in my ear, “Would you like to unwrap me?”
I simply bend my wrist forward and show him my wedding ring. I am terribly tempted to show him another finger altogether, but I’m not quite pissed enough to do that as yet. My ladyæ ”ike manners are still intact.
All around me people are gyrating and thrusting, I imagine it’s meant to be dancing but it all looks terribly disjointed to me. However that might be all the alcohol I’ve consumed making my head spin. I’m starting to feel decidedly tipsy, I must admit.
I had promised myself we would stay for an hour or two and then go, but already I’m feeling kinda sick and dizzy. Also, more than a little bit bored. I walk back over to see how Aidan is getting on. I can see him laughing and joking with the other lads, their fake beards drooping on their chests so that they can drink their pints unhindered. He looks to be enjoying himself, so I decide not to disturb him. It would hardly be fair considering the pressure I had put him under to get him here in the first place. Suddenly feeling hot and penned in, I push my way to the staircase. I cling to the cool wooden banister as I carefully walk up the stairs, fully aware that it is my head that’s spinning and not the stairway.
Reaching the top, I half walk and half lurch into the first open door I come across. I don’t bother switching on the light, I just walk in. I can see a large bed with the light from the hallway and make my way over to it. Sitting down heavily, I sigh with relief, holding my thumping head in my hands. Maybe this was a mistake, maybe I’m really not one for fun. I can definitely tell you I’d much prefer to be snuggled up in my living room with hubby close and the TV mindlessly blaring than here, alone. Quickly I knock back the drink I’m holding in my hand and feel it go straight to my head.
Aidan will not be happy. I get a bit heavy-handed when I am drunk. I end up striking out for silly little things, and often I inflict a bit of damage, more often than not on my long-suffering husband. Actually, thinking about it, he usually kind of enjoys it, especially if he gets a good hard fuck out of it afterwards. There’s nothing like a bit of rough sex now and then. It gets the blood flowing.
I am horny. I think it’s the drink and the heat, combined with this damn costume. I’ll give him five more minutes then I’ll go and tell him how horny I am and how I want to take him home for a good fuck. I’m suddenly eager to get back home to my own big bed and when I give Aidan that message, he’ll be eager to get me into our bed, too.
Suddenly the lights flick on and I scrunch up my eyes. In walks Katherine. Well, walk might be an exaggeration. It was more of a drunken stumble, really.
“What the fuck are you doing in my bedroom?” she slurs, holding onto the light switch for support.
“Escaping from your fucking boring party,” I snap back. Like I said, I get nasty with a bit of alcohol in my bloodstream.
“It’s you who’s boring,” she screams, pulling herself up straight. As straight as she can manage, anyway. “You’ve even had to copy my outfit. Couldn’t think of anything original yourself?”
“Fuck off.” I pull myself up and off the bed, aware that I’m a little shaky in my elfin shoes. “I didn’t know you’d be wearing the same bloody outfit, did I.”
“Looks better on me anyway.” She shrugs, her eyes rolling in her head, although this might be the effect of the alcohol and not meant as a snub to me, I really can’t tell.
“You know what?” Suddenly my blood is boiling and I’m striding towards her, my head light with alcohol and anger. “You are such a stuck up, fucking bitch, Katherine.” I really let her have it, the alcohol loosening my tongue and my body as I find myself grasping at the front of her green top.
“You think you’re so much better than everyone else.” I’m practically spitting in her face now, my nose almost touching hers, our chests mashed together. Somewhere in the fuzz of my mind I become aware of her stiffening nipples.
“Don’t hit me,” she whines. “I’m sorry.” She’s shaking in my grip now. “I didn’t mean it. I’m sorry.”
“Gees, you’re pathetic,” I sneer. Her eyes are lowered away from my face and she’s biting on her full bottom lip, her dark-red curls falling forward over her shoulder, covering part of her face.
Instinctually I grab that hair and slam my fist against the wall.
“Look at me when I’m talking to you, slut.” Her eyes look into mine. Are they wide with fear? No it’s not fear, it’s lust.
“You fucking whore. You’re getting off on this aren’t you?” She doesn’t say anything; she just nibbles on that lip once again.
“Aren’t you, slut?” I repeat, as I slip my hand over her breast and twist at the obvious peak of her nipple.
“Yes!” she gasps as I twist sharply.
“You want to fuck me, don’t you, bitch? You pretend to be such a haughty cow but really you’re just a low slut who wants to suck on my cunt.”
I don’t know where all this is coming from. Just for a second I see through my alcohol daze and know I will probably regret this in the morning. I’ll be thinking of my mother and how she once washed my mouth out with soap just for saying “Damn.” I was only six at the time, mind you. Right now though, I am standing back from Katherine and watching her shake with lust and maybe just a twinge of fear.
“Yes, Mistress,” she whispers, looking down, then pointedly looking into my eyes. Now I know the game.
“So, it’s like that is it, bitch?”
Aidan often calls me Mistress during our sex games. I get off on being dominant and powerful and hearing that word from her mouth sends a pulse right through my body and ends up soaking my tiny panties. I’m going to enjoy this and Aidan is going to enjoy hearing about it later, as well.
I let go of her and step back ’til I can feel the lip of the bed mattress softly pressing into the back of my knees. Slowly I sit down.
“Okay then, Slut. Come here.” She moves as if to walk over to me.
“No. Crawl.” I hiss.
She blushes red, but immediately drops to her knees. She isn’t new to this game. I bet her husband has her do this whenever he is in town long enough to want sex. Thinking about it, he’s away on business so often, no wonder Katherine is the grumpy thing she is. It’s sexual frustration.
Reaching my feet she sits back on her heels and looks up at me again.
“Okay slut, tell Mistress what you want.”
“To taste you, Mistress,” she replies, her breath catching hoarsely in her throat.
“Really?” I coo, slowly spreading my legs, feeling the short stretch of satin material hunch up my thighs.
“So, you want some of this, do you?” I push my hand between my legs and gently stroke at my hot pussy through the damp material of my knickers.
“Oh yes,” she moans, then suddenly remembers herself. “Yes, Mistress.”
“Hmmm, well maybe I will let you taste it later, slut. First of all get over my knee. You’ve been an insolent bitch and you really need to be taught a lesson.”
I love giving out spankings. I love the feel of my hand absorbing into fleshy buttocks, seeing the red imprint it leaves there, then feeling the sting in my hand radiating through my body.
Katherine hesitates for only a moment before spreading herself across my knees. I leave her there for a moment, not moving, building up the tension inside her until she sighs with release as I lift up the back of her short, elf skirt.
“Who’s a naughty little helper?” I gasp as I see she hasn’t got even a string of decency over her feminine beauty. Bare buttocks meet my gaze and touch.
“Now, bitch, prepare yourself for your punishment.”
Quickly, without giving her anytime to gather herself at all, I slap down my hand onto her buttock so hard that a loud thwack is heard as the blow lands. She jerks but makes no noise or any movement to cover her bottom.
Thwack, thwack, thwack!
I throw down blows fast and hard, fascinated by the way my handprints are imprinting on her arse. I slow them as I start to hear her yelp and cry out. My soul is on fire with the pleasure of hurting the bitch that has so often humiliated me. Running my fingers over her sore ass, I dip down to her pussy and slide a finger in. She is soaking wet and moans appreciatively at the intrusion inside her.
“Oh, not yet slut, you’re spanking isn’t over yet, not by a long chalk.”
I rain more blows, much harder blows, down upon her delicate and now bright red buttocks. The wonderful garish contrast between the delicate white flesh where I have not been spanking and the livid red of the punished skin that I am constantly battering with my blows is one of the most sensual things I have ever seen. I stop as suddenly as I started and order Katherine to get down on her knees before me again. I bask in the warmth flooding through me from the hefty exercise of spanking her so well. I watch as she winces, her hot buttocks protesting at being rested upon her heels.
“Okay slut,” I hiss. “What do you say to Mistress?”
She looks blank.
“Come, now. Surely you know what to say after receiving a good, hard spanking?”
There’s a slight light in her eyes as she hesitantly stutters, “Th匱hank you, Mistress.”
“That’s it, good slut. You’ll think twice before being so bratty in future, won’t you?”
“Yes, Mistress,” she pants. I can see her chest heaving and I dwell for a moment on how different things at work will be from now on.
“Come here and tastes me.”
I need some relief now. The coil of desire has wound up inside me to its limit, now I need to let it unfurl. My mind is completely consumed by sexual desire; no longer am I thinking of the future consequences, I am completely absorbed by what is happening now.
Eagerly Katherine crawls over to me on the bed. I spread my thighs wide so her shoulders can fit between them and her breath tickles over my soaked panties. I watch a wonderfully manicured hand lift my skirt up even higher then watch as it slides the flimsy barrier of my knickers to one side.
Katherine’s face is suddenly thrust deep into my crotch, her tongue licking and lapping like my pussy juice is some kind of addictive drug. The force of this voracious attack causes me to fall backwards onto the bed, opening and spreading my lips wider, allowing Katherine to reach deeper inside me and her tongue to tease my aching clit. I moan loudly as she slurps at my cunt. I squeeze my breasts through the satin of my top, feeling my nipples stiffen with pleasure as my mind slips deeper and deeper in the sheer sexiness of the moment.
“Fuck, Santa’s elves are being naughty aren’t they?”
Suddenly a familiar and deep masculine voice startles me from my sexual frenzy. Katherine leaves off her desperate gulping of my juices and looks round behind her.
“Aidan.” I exclaim, “I….”
“Shush woman,” he says, striding into the room.” This was one present I didn’t imagine receiving this year. Two gorgeous elves cavorting together in a girl-on-girl twosome. Carry on, carry on. Santa shall just sit himself down and enjoy the show.”
He moves to sit at the head of the bed; leaning back I can see the outline of his already hard cock in his pants.
“Well, you hear Master Santa, slut, we’re to carry on and give him a show. Get your arse up here and let me suck your pretty, nasty, slutty cunt. I need to taste you, now.”
I scooch back on the bed ’til I am lying horizontally across the foot, my head very close to the edge. Katherine eagerly moves round the bed to climb up over my face, placing her hands on either side of my spread thighs.
All I can see now is the tempting pinkness of Katherine’s neatly trimmed pussy.
“She is a natural red head.” I grin, then stretch out my fingers to stroke at those puffy red lips. Immediately my fingertips are soaked with female musk. She definitely is getting off on this.
Again I feel her mouth on my cunt, her tongue eagerly lapping; I stretch up my neck to take a taste of her. It is a similar taste and smell to my own juices, but she tastes slightly richer, more pungent; almost like an iced Christmas cake. I feel a pillow inserted under my head. I smile up between Katherine’s legs at my thoughtful husband. He is right beside us now, intently watching me as I continue to lap at my bully’s cunt. I go to it with gusto, squealing with delight when I find her sensitive nub, making her shiver and moan into my hot wet places.
“Okay, my elves; it’s time for Santa to get his Christmas present.”
I am busy with my tongue, flicking at Katherine’s large and sensitive mound when I feel Aidan’s presence above my head. Then I see one of the most amazingly erotic sights of my whole life. My husband’s erect and straining cock pushing into the soft wet folds of another woman’s cunt.
I watch with awe as her hole easily stretches to accommodate his large throbbing pole until it is buried deep inside, my husband’s balls dangling in my face. I reach my tongue out and lick at his balls. As he pulls slowly out of her cunt, I run my tongue along the sensitive lower ridge of his cock, tasting my husband covered in Katherine’s fuck juice.
I move my tongue along to the sensitive nub of Katherine’s clit and begin to lap and suck in earnest. Aidan’s cock begins to see-saw in and out, faster and more furiously. I often find my mouth and tongue around his balls or his shaft as the frenzied fucking movement throws off my aim. Katherine is growling and mewling into my cunt, her tongue occasionally lashing over my clit. My husband is panting and groaning and with a gasp he begins to talk dirty, almost shouting, and I know he is about to come.
“Yes, oh fuck, yes! Santa is going to fill his little helper with his white hot come soon. Oh fuck, yes, oh fuck, you are the sexiest elves ever.”
Hearing these words winds me up and up and suddenly I am at the pinnacle of my pleasure, exploding into an amazing orgasm, squirting juices all over the face of my work colleague, bane of my working week. The orgasm keeps on going as Katherine’s lips clasp around my sex lips and I hear the unmistakable orgasmic roar of my husband. I watch the cunt above me contracting in its own orgasmic pleasure as the hot cum of my husband fills it. As Aidan pulls out it begins to drip from the stretched hole and I eagerly lap it up.
What an unforgettable taste, the mix of my musky man with the Christmassy-rich flavour of this sexy woman. I gulp it down, poking my tongue deep into Katherine’s heaving cunt to get more.
I lick my lips as I finish off my drink of sensually adulterous nectar. I feel Katherine’s weight lift off me and roll to the side. I sit up and stretch. Katherine has passed out next to me, her eyes closed. A soft snoring noise is coming from her throat. Aidan stands to the side of the bed, pulling up his trousers.
He smiles at me and I stand. I feel my thong painfully embedding itself in places it should not be. I get a wicked thought. Quickly I pull it off and tuck it in between Katherine’s ample breasts.
“Right, Santa it’s time to harness up the reindeer and go ho, ho, ho home.” I chuckle, my head feeling surprisingly clear after the massive orgasmic experience.
“Okay, my special little elf,” he chuckles, a lustful sparkle in his eye. “I think Santa will be coming more than once this Christmas.”
“I can quite gleefully guarantee it, Santa,” I wink cheekily and our laughter mingles as we leave the room scented with our debauchery.
* * * *
“How long had you been watching us?” I ask as we walk arm in arm down the staircase.
“I came to look for you,” he replies, smiling and waving over to the group of now drunken and half-dressed Santa’s, “that fucking lot was driving me insane with their babblings.”
He stops talking a moment, whilst we negotiate the hallway and front door. He continues as we crunch over the frosty gravel of the drive down to the car.
“Anyway, I walked about looking for you and when I couldn’t see you I went up the stairs. The light was on in the first room and the door was wide open. I went to step in then I saw you furiously spanking Katherine’s arse. I stopped in my tracks and just watched you, and well, you know the rest.”
“Yes I do. I never knew Santa was so perverted.” I giggle, slipping into the passenger seat.
“He’s been perverted by his naughty elves,” Aidan exclaims. “No wonder he always smiles so bloody much.”
As our laughter echoes through the car I can swear I hear the tinkling of far away bells and a deep sonorous chuckle. Maybe it is St. Nick himself, or maybe it is just the Spirit of Christmas sloshing around inside me.
