Christmas Day - Part 2 - Sex Stories

Christmas Day - Part 2

... standard of living I was accustomed to when I travel. She disappeared into the bedroom leaving me alone in the living room. I stepped out onto the balcony that overlooked the pitch-black ocean. Just a minute later she joined me with a glass of wine. She ordered me to strip naked. I obeyed, slipping out of my dress and tossing it on the back of a lounge chair. There I stood, in nothing but my red heels, waiting for her approval and instructions.

Lauren looked me up and down with a sharp eye and smile. The evening breeze picked up and my nipples were hard as stones. Her fingers reached out and twisted both with a wicked laugh. I felt a slight gush from between my legs. She wouldn’t let go and pulled me inside pushing me down on the couch. There was nothing gentle about this woman. She pried my knees apart, exposing the pink glistening rim of my pussy. I could see it in her eyes, she was like a tiger stalking her prey.

In one swift motion, she lifted her dress over her head throwing it to the side of the couch. She was straddling me in her matching black bra and panties. Her body was thin and milk-white. I reached around and unhooked her padded bra. As it fell off her shoulders it revealed very small breasts with hard nipples that came to a point. I reached out to squeeze her tits. She slapped my hands away telling me not until she permitted me.

She stood up, looking down at me as if she was trying to decide what to do next. I lay there waiting for her next move. Her ...

... arm stretched out to the back of my head, grabbing my hair, and lifting me off the couch. She drove me to her bedroom, roughly pushing me to the bed. I lay there like an obedient minion waiting to serve her. She leaned over me, once again stretching out her arm, running her finger across my folds. It felt good as I whispered out her name.

Her fingers were coated with my juices as she made me lick them dry. I reached out to her, clawing at her panties. As she came closer to me I was able to grasp them and pull them down. I exposed a beautiful black mink bush. I wanted to spread her fur open and taste her. The wait wasn’t long. As she came closer to me, her scent was pleasing.

Lauren made it clear that she was in charge. She held my arms down as she mounted my mouth. Her orders were clear, to make her come. I worked my lips and tongue through the black forest. Her taste was sweet as she was spilling over my chin. She yelped as she saturated my face, rocking to a climax. I freed my hands from her tight grip and was able to push her off me.

She lay motionless and silent, her breathing was heavy. I was going to give her a Christmas she would never forget, a night of orgasmic bliss. Her bush was soaked in her cum. I parted her hair and spread her open to expose her clitoris. She was moaning with the slightest touch. Like a vacuum, I sucked in her nub. Her body stiffened and she screamed.

Now I was the aggressor. I wouldn’t let up on her. As I sucked harder, I reached up ...