Christmas Day 1

CHRISTMAS DAY..................... K.Quinn

The presents had been opened, the photos taken, and the anticipated holiday dinner was minutes from serving when the telephone rang-- probably your brother, whose incoming flight to the Birmingham airport had been delayed.

"Come pick me up at the airport."

"What? Who is... are you insane, calling me at home on Christmas? My whole family is here!" You had lowered your voice to a near-whisper and turned away from the room. All eyes were upon you.. your lovely but difficult wife, your mother, the 2 children, and the in-laws, including your 20-year old sister-in-law, hot as hell-- whose intense stare now was unsettling.

"Tell them all Merry Christmas then. Come pick me up. Now."

"I can't! Christmas dinner is being served. Call me back in 2 hours."

"No. I know what you're hungry for, and I have it. It's ready and waiting for you. If you don't come here, I will come there, to your home. Don't forget that I know where you live. I think you know that I would do it. So what's it going to be, sweetie?"

And you did know that-- it was no idle threat. Backing up that belief was your awareness of her enjoyment --and expertise--in administering mental torture. Although the 'torture' was by consent, and so very exquisite, you'd seen in her a glimpse of something unpredictable and extreme, wild, bordering on dangerous perhaps, yet compelling. And now, just recalling the previous meeting, any aspect of it, made your cock tingle, then involuntarily harden, like a 'zero - to- sixty- in- four- seconds'. It was now starting to throb, damp at the head. Oh, hell!

"Who is that on the phone, honey?" your wife said, with a pleasant expression, for display to the others. You knew what she was thinking. You heard a disturbing laugh through the open phone line, and with your back still turned to the room to hide your massive hard-on, you made a show of straightening some papers in a business-like manner. You could hardly think straight, or at all-- this was not going to be easy; no sir.

"It's Bill from the warehouse. There's been a break-in and the police are waiting for me to make the report and secure the property. Bill isn't a supervisor, they require one to handle this. On Christmas Day -- I can't believe this crap.. dammit!'

"Language, dear, it's Christmas." your mother said, with her usual air of disapproval.

'Sorry, Mom, and sorry, dear, but I have to do this. The dinner looks just wonderful, go ahead without me, save me a plate. The sooner I go, the sooner I'm back.'

The phone line was open still and she heard your fib, laughing as you played it out by saying 'I'll be there shortly, Bill", and still laughing as you clicked off. You gathered your things quickly and leaned to kiss your wife on her cheek, as she flinched ever-so-slightly. With quick good-byes to all you were out the door.

In the car you felt a flush of shameful guilt, lying to your family and especially on Christmas, and how it came so easily this time. But the train had left the station, so to speak, and the only thing in your head now was how quickly you could get to the airport to be with her, with your cock leading the way.

In the 30 minute drive to the Birmingham airport you fought the urge to pull to the side of the freeway to jack off -- your cock was huge and hard, throbbing with a life of its own. Compelled to touch it several times, with its begging for a release, you visualized her disapproval and its consequences if you did not keep it all for her. It was always all for her--as it should be.

You were grateful for her. She was proof of the adage that peoples' paths may cross for a reason, perhaps a predeterrmined purpose. You were ambivalent and confused at times by your deep need, yet still driven for fulfillment of it. She was the only one ever to fully recognize and embrace it-- her aim was perfect. And that is why you would do anything for her, anything, whatever she asked, or more precisely---demanded. It was your joy. She had cast her spell.

On arrival to the front of the Birmingham airport you spotted her immediately and your stomach flip-flopped with frenzied butterflies. As you exited the car to get her carry-on, you saw your brother waiting for a ride not 30 feet away! Oh god no -- you turned your head quickly but were recognized.

"Benny! HEY -- BENNY!" You couldn't ignore that. A wave of adrenaline rushed in you from being seen with her; discovered.

'My fucking flight was stuck in fucking Cleveland forever. How'd you know I was waiting for a ride? I didn't call the house, I decided to surprize y'all.''

But with your panicky demeanor and her close enough to you with an amused expression, your brother quickly put two and two together. He pulled you aside.

"Oh Benny --- on Christmas for chrissakes?" But he knew of the constant tension and denial at home, and was not entirely surprized now. You said quietly :

"Bobby, please, please, keep this our secret. I'll fill you in later, I'll be home in a few hours."

"Ok, dude, won't say a word, but you owe me big." Stepping forward, he extended his hand to her for a shake, introducing himself with a grin.

"Y'all have a good time now! Merry Christmas!" You glared at him.

As you and she began walking to the car, she burst out with the laughter she'd been holding in. It wasn't funny to you though, not yet. Your nerves were frazzled. As soon as she was in the car, her mood changed.

"Ok, mister--listen up. You know what this is about. It's all about me. Me and just me --and whatever my whims may be. You will do all that I tell you. And now-- you will take us to the Tutwiler Hotel, where I have a suite reserved in your name."

"Yes, ma'am." Hearing her boss you around made your cock twitch and grow.

"Good boy."

Now in the privacy of the car you drank in her appearance--dressed like a floozy, as the old expression goes. She wore a tight lowcut red top, surprisingly with a pattern of cartoony dancing snowflakes, for Christmas; a short black skirt that hiked up deliciously close to her pussy when she sat, and of course, black thigh-length high-heeled boots. She had the look of an above-average hotel-bar hooker.

Your cock throbbed happily in approval.

Although she was looking out the window, she knew you were staring, and slowly pushed her skirt up the 2 inches to reveal that she wore no panties. She spread her legs slightly, and turned to bestow a bright smile to your stare.

At check-in at the Tutwiler Hotel suite, reserved as Mr & Mrs, you didn't have enough cash and had to use your credit card--a panic, the wife--but that worry quickly left your head, for now anyway. In your anticipation you could barely function to make your signature or respond to the banal pleasantries of the reservations desk clerk. You didn't notice the subtle knowing expression and slightly raised eyebrow of the clerk. She did, however, and she turned her head back to flash a disarming smile to the employee, watching them on their walk to the elevator-- and who the hell was he to judge them, anyway?

Once in the sprawling suite of the charming old hotel she ordered you to the bedroom, to get naked and 'assume the position' on the bed, arms over your head, and to wait for her; waiting to be restrained. A strict order was given not to touch yourself. She phoned the room service for bottled water, sodas and Apricot Ale from the West Coast. Then she sent a text message from her cell and made herself comfortable... waiting. And you waited.

Room service was almost instant and that pleased her. The teenage delivery boy appeared uncomfortable in his starched white coat, but brightened noticeably when he lifted his eyes and saw her. At his young age he was not yet skilled at controlling certain outward reactions, and stared openly with a leering, happy smile at her barely-covered body.

He stared first at her breasts in the tight low-cut top, then lingered his stare at her crotch, the short skirt barely covering it. He felt his private parts tingling then quickly expand.

You heard the doorknock and moving-around sounds, but no one was talking--what's going on out there? you wondered, and more importantly, when is she coming to me?

Then you heard her speak, only the one sentence and again you wondered--what the hell is happening out there? "Go ahead, look all you like, there's no shame in that."

As she turned to reach for her bag, to tip him, the upwards crawl of the skirt hem in the back caused the boy to grunt involuntarily. She laughed as she stood close before him, enjoying her intentional arousal of him, and pressed a twenty into his hand. She didn't move away and he looked down at her ripe cleavage, so tempting. As he so much wanted to, he knew it was wrong to just grab. His mind was cranked up loud and racing.... I can tell how much she wants me! Somehow she knew it would be me on Room Service tonight. She wants me so bad, I know it. I should give her some of this that she's hot for... as his hand went to his crotch..

He wondered if she was a call girl, or just a whore-- but he didn't care.

"Thank you, ma'am" were his only words, as he reluctantly departed.

Oh, I sure love teasing those young boys, so fresh and cute, but they need a dam roadmap, she giggled to herself. The truth was that it had amplified her simmering desires into a growing heat and pressing urge that needed addressing, and soon.

She entered the bedroom to verify you had obeyed her orders, but she knew there would be no question of it. Your cock had been various degrees of hard since she'd phoned your house. Seeing her now, as you laid naked, eager to serve her whims and desires, gave your cock a fresh energy, solid and pointing straight up. Your breath quickened, as she knew it would.

"Such a good boy you are today! I am pleased", she said. You beamed a smile as she extracted the necessary items from her large bag.

"Sit up for a minute", she ordered. She situated a small tarp over the pillow, then down the length of the bed, towels fetched from the bathroom were placed over it. She told you to lay down again, and 'Assume The Postion', as she expertly fastened her soft ropes onto the bedframe. You quivered with delight as she looped the slipknots over one wrist, then the other, with a carbiner joining the tightened loops. Your cock visibly throbbed and pulsed. That pleased her, and pleasing her made you happy--and horny: 'a win-win'.

She completed the restraint by slipknotting each ankle with the short ropes so that your legs were spread wide. Her quick handiwork was finished off by sliding a pillow under your ass. While in the neighborhood she swirled her index finger around the tip of your cock--but only for a moment, a tiny torment.

As she looked you in the eyes, your adoration mixed with urgent lust was obvious. She lifted the skirt to slide her fingers down her pussy, never breaking her gaze. I'd better stop, she said to herself, I don't want to cum just yet. But she loved teasing you, stirring the delicious cravings, flexing her power. She sat in a chair to remove the boots, legs spread. You moaned.

There was a knocking at the door and she hurried from the room. Now your curiosity was really piqued, as you heard mumblings of a conversation too muted to follow..

"So Leah--you up for this? Yeah, I thought you would be, that's why I called you.".

She twisted open an Apricot Ale for each of them, slugging down most of hers without pause. "Drink up, Leah. This is the same basic thing as the threesome we had that time in Mobile, with a few twists. This is special for him, for me too."

She proceeded to outline her instructions, with details of the specifics.

What the hell is going on out there? you wondered. Who is she talking to now? It was just like her to make you wait, she was good at that! You had to concentrate on keeping some kind of control over your thoughts, and thus your cock, so you wouldn't shoot your load right now! Being restrained now was an ongoing, increasing excitement in itself, and the awareness of her in the next room, pantiless, just about drove you crazy with anticipation. All those many times you'd thought of her, wishing and aching for her presence, her control, were about to be realized!

They sat back on the plush sofa as she popped another two beers. She explained how things were to be done. Leah couldn't take her eyes off her friend's skirt, hiked up by sitting and displaying a view of her treasure. She slid her hand up the inner thigh and got a rush when discovering her so hot and wet. Oh yes! It had been too long since that wonderful last time with her domme. Leah was already feeling giddy from the drink, her usual self-doubt pushed back. She slid two fingers into her friend's damp pussy and pressed on the clit with her thumb and felt it stiffen... yes!

"Leah.. don't".. but oh god that felt so good, I could cum this instant but I want to save it for Ben, she said to herself. "Just hang on, you're here for a purpose, and it's time.".

Leah grudgingly stopped, but made a show of sucking her fingers, wet with the juices. Leah was a great girl, she thought, sort of shy but once she got going, very focused and dedicated. The man from the threesome in Mobile tried for months to hook up with her again, just her. Yes, this is going to be an excellent time for all, she said to herself.

"Ready? Remember what I've told you about what we're going to do here."

In a calculated move to spark Leah's enthusiasm, she whispered something close to her ear, then kissed her, slipping her hand up Leah's skirt to tickle her pussy. Leah moaned but was told to be silent with a hard pinch to her nipples.

"Ok, it's showtime!"

"Here's my good boy, Ben. Ben, this is Leah, she'll be assisting me this evening. Actually, she's in my service, and she does as told by me, just like you. Isn't that right, Leah?".

'Yes, ma'am".

'Good then, it's understood that I am in charge. Tell Ben why you're here."

"Hi, Ben, nice to meet you. She told me to suck your cock. I will be sucking your cock", she said, smiling, eyeing its stiffness throbbing in readiness.

You had the biggest smile. "Great! That's great!" You glanced over to Her, the Boss,

who also had a genuine smile.

'Actually, Leah here likes girls and wants to do me right now, isn't that right, Leah?'

"Yes, ma'am."

'She's really quite talented in that way. I'm thinking of letting her do me and letting youwatch --no--making you watch. Maybe that's all it will be tonight. You crave the denial, you need its agony. What better way to deny you what you crave?"

You said nothing, but she saw the anguished panic in your eyes.

She popped another Apricot Ale as she made her way over to stand close to you. She slugged down a good portion of the bottle quickly.

"You know what beer does to me, don't you?" she said, grinning. "You know what happens, don't you?" she said, leaning over your restrained body, face to face. Yes, you did know, and quivered in anticipation.

She kissed you in an unexpected sensually intense way -- a long make-out kiss! You felt her breath quicken as you returned the passion. She licked your neck, nibbling a bit. Oh god, you wanted her so badly, and right now!

She pulled back, surprized with herself for momentarily loosening her self-control in such a display of pure affection. But dam! he looked so yummy and tempting in his restraints. Seeing anyone in restraints just did something to her, made her blood hot. But none more than her best good boy.

"Leah, come over her and let Benny have a good look at you. Take off your clothes. Now."

"Yes, ma'am." She unbuttoned her blouse, revealing modest, firm breasts with spiderweb tattoos around the nipples. The unbuttoned short skirt dropped to the floor; she was naked. She turned around and bent over to grasp her ankles, as directed. Oh yes indeed, you said to yourself, I'd take that ass in a hot second...

"Lovely, isn't she? And she will do anything I tell her to do. A total slut!" She laughed, trailing her fingers up your inner thighs, delighting in seeing your cock twitch. You couldn't help but squirm.

"My turn now", she said, pulling off her dancing-snowflake sweater, freeing her glorious full breasts, the nipples hard pebbles. On command Leah sucked the nipples, then removed the mini skirt, leaving the Boss naked, but for the black thigh-high stockings... oh god yes!

She leaned over you again for another kiss. It was obvious to you she was highly aroused. You had never seen her like this before and it fueled your desire and craving for her to an almost unbearable level. You felt in danger of shooting your load at any moment.

She straddled you, putting her breasts to your face and mouth. You licked, then lightly bit her nipples, giving her a slight jolt. You could feel the wetness of her bare pussy...oh god..

"My good boy--make no mistake, you are here to satisfy my whims, whatever they may be. You are my plaything. And you shall not cum until I allow it--IF I allow it. Failure to comply will bring consequences. You obey me. Is that understood?"

"Yes, ma'am, yes."

"Good boy. Now look me in the eyes and don't stop until I stop. Leah, you get between his legs and suck his big fat lovely cock for me."

Leah eagerly complied with her order.

She intensely held your gaze as Leah's mouth and tongue made contact with your rigid cock. She saw your eyes widen as you struggled to keep from closing them in your ecstasy. She laughed at your squirming when Leah took you deep throat and held you there.

You had never ever had to concentrate so hard on your self-control--your cum was boiling inside your balls and cock, demanding release. As strong as that urge was, stronger was your absolute need to obey her, to please her. You lived to please her.

Indeed, Leah was focused and dedicated in her cocksucking. Although she preferred pussy she did enjoy a mouthful of cock now and then. She enjoyed teasing the men at the Boss' direction, and purposely tried to get the cock to surrender to her talents, when they were ordered against cumming. She did things with her tongue they didn't know could be done.

She kept on without even a pause to catch her breath after an especially long deep throat,  and not once did she gag--quite talented, that girl!

"I'll be right back, Benny-boy. Remember--don't go anywhere!' she said, laughing at her favorite joke. No, it never got old. "Leah, you keep at it until told to stop. You're doing an excellent job, my little slut Slave."

'Yes, ma'am, thank you, ma'am."...

She returned with iced soda and bottled water. She stuck a bendy-straw into a soda and held it to your lips. Just the thing!.. you were parched, sweating since your arrival. After gulping down the remainder of her third beer, she produced a small ladylike burp and laughed.

She felt deliciously buzzed and horny--it was time to get what she wanted.

"Leah, take a break from being a cocksucker. What I want you to do now is to make

a little show for us. Go get your vibrator from your bag, then stand next to my boy Ben and 'jack off' for us.'

In an odd way you were glad for the break of cocksucking--delicious as it was, it was a strenuous drain on your self-control.

'Leah, you know the rule--no cumming until I say so. And as for you, Good Boy Ben, you know what I want '--as she straddled your face--' give it to me. Now.'

Oh god god yes, at last! You twirled your tongue around her steaming clit, then pointed your tongue inside her as far as it would go. She steadied herself by circling your restrained wrists, moaning loudly. Almost immediately she came, involuntarily screaming, grinding herself deep into your face. You didn't let up, you were in heaven. She came a second time as forcefully as the first, her juices wetting your face.