Christmas Day - Part 2 - Sex Stories

Christmas Day - Part 2

... them on her, securing both her wrists to the bedpost. Once she was anchored, I continued to tease her, running the vibrator up and down her soaked lips. She was helpless and I took full advantage of her. Her body was shaking as she whimpered, pleading for me to make her come. I laughed, as her makeup started running down her face from tears. Showing mercy, I stopped and let her gain her composure.

She lay there smiling as she started to recover from the torture she was enduring. Her back arched raising her pelvis in the air as if she was waiting for the next round of torment. I took the orange missile and tapped her clit ever so lightly. It didn’t take Lauren long to fire back up to the level where she was. She was squirming while being deprived of any pleasure. As the anguish worsened, she started to become vicious, calling me a bitch and a cunt. I could tell that I started to carry this too far and I had to stop.

Again, I let her calm down but, I wouldn’t release her nor would I allow her to climax. Now it was my turn to use her and enjoy another Christmas orgasm. Like she did with me, I climbed onto her face, planting my clit in her mouth. The blood was rushing into my pearl making it tender and immediately responsive. She knew what I loved. The tongue-lashing she started giving was phenomenal. I rocked across her mouth, drowning her in my cum. The sound of my wet pussy sliding on her face was ...

... clear, she was being soaked. I pinched my nipples as I cried out her name.

I fell to the side. When I looked at Lauren, her face was as I pictured it. She was covered in my juices. I lay there thinking to myself if she could taste the cum from the two truck drivers that fucked me earlier in the day. That notion caused a little twinge between my legs, such an evil thought. If she only knew what went on that day. It was time to release her. She was like a newborn kitten. All she wanted to do was cuddle.

As promised, I spent the rest of the night with her. I found a washcloth and softly cleaned her. When I was done, we touched and explored each other. Whenever I hit a sensitive spot, she cooed. She mimicked my movements and I imitated her sounds. I held her in my arms until she fell asleep.

The morning sun was lighting the room. Lauren hadn’t moved. I rolled out of bed and found my phone. I had to use the GPS feature to figure out where I was and wasted no time ordering an Uber to take me back to the fleabag motel where my truck was. The driver arrived and I was out of the house in a flash. Lauren didn’t wake up, I was just as happy.

She left money on the night table for me. I didn’t take it. Last night wasn’t about the money; it was fulfilling one of the thousand fantasies that race through my head. Overall, Christmas was a majestic day for me. Now I have to figure out a way to celebrate New Year’s Eve.