Sharon's Christmas Visit to Me...

Everything you read here is true and accurate. Only our names have changed to hide our identity.

Thursday, December 26th

The sun had just risen when I woke and was lighting up the bedroom. I looked across at Sharon who was still sleeping peacefully. I looked at my phone, 08.15. I had no idea what time we got to bed but I felt quite refreshed.

I quietly got out of bed and put on some shorts, went to the toilet, and then decided to make a coffee.

I returned to the bedroom door with my coffee to find Sharon awake with the duvet thrown across the bed and she lying there, still in her red slip, red suspender belt and stockings. "Gosh. Still looking good girl." Would you like a coffee or perhaps something a little more, let's say filling? Did you throw the covers off for me, knowing what I like?"

"I'm hot."

"Ummm, I'd agree with that! So, coffee or?" Holding my hand out, palm up in a questioning gesture.

Still lying in bed, she began to remove her suspender belt and threw it at me. I caught it and asked what I should do with it. "Well, without the belt, do I need stockings on or would you remove them for me?"

"Personally, I'd keep them on."

"So. You'd like to take me with these on while you fuck me, would you?"

I just stared at her with a grin and winked.

"Come to me and lay down with me."

I put the coffee down but still held the suspender belt. I moved to her side of the bed and sat on the edge. I bent down and kissed her. "Good morning My Whore."

"Yes, we were good last night. How did you feel about the dildo up your backside?"

"Ok, not as bad as I thought. I guess the lube helped. Were you ok with it?"

"I loved it. I'd thought about it for a while and whether you would let me. I knew one day it would happen and last night was the night."

I smiled with her. Reaching out I held her breast and stroked it through her slip. Then moved down to stroke her legs and feel her stockings.

"Why are you holding the suspender belt?"

"I thought I'd choke you with it! You'd like that wouldn't you?"

"A little early isn't it?"

"Never too early." I reach forward and placed it around the back of her neck and let it fall on her shoulders. "There for later." I said.

My hand moved from her thighs towards her pussy and she slightly opened her legs to invite me in. She started rubbing my thigh and watched my cock grow beneath my shorts. "My, you're always at the ready aren't you!" She pushed her hand up the leg of my shorts and stroked my cock. "Take them off and get on the bed!" I stood and removed my shorts. Sharon grabbed my cock in her hand. "This is nice and stiff. How do you want me. Or rather, how do I want it?"

I climbed on the bed. "How about you come and sit on me? I can then play with you under your slip. Are you going to leave the stockings on?"

"You want me to don't you?"

"Of course."

Sharon sat on me. Her slit sitting nicely on my cock. She rocked forwards and backwards, her hands on my chest. Her pussy was incredibly wet. "How does that feel for you?"

"Good, it feels really good. You're so wet." I grabbed her suspender belt and pulled her towards me. We kissed and as she pulled away I wrapped the belt around her neck. "You come and I'll pull."

She took a hold of my cock, lifted herself and fed me into her. She began pumping me. She does want me to choke her. Maybe she was right, it is a little early!

She was riding me hard. I reached for the belt and began to pull. "Pull hard." She said. I did, as she began to orgasm.

"Ride me harder Whore."

I too began to orgasm as I pulled the belt tight around her neck. Although gasping for air, she was enjoying my control. She enjoys begin choked as she climaxes and I'm a willing provider, although always careful.

We came together. Staring at each other. Her face beginning to turn red. She rode even harder and began orgasming a second time. I eased my pull on the suspender belt. "No pull, pull." I pulled again, this time harder. Sharon sat on me having her second orgasm, choking whilst trying to say how good it was. As her pumping slowed, I released the belt round her throat. Her hands on my chest, she looked down at me catching her breath. "Do you realise how fucking good that is, how it feels? I'm totally in your hands, literally, and you're fucking me at the same time. It's fucking heaven."

She fell forwards and we lay and embraced. We stayed in that position for a good while. Very little was spoken, if anything. Sharon had enjoyed that session and said so, eventually composing herself. I asked her, "Would you like that coffee now?"

"Please."

I got up from the bed and looked back at her. "Still looking good My Whore."

Sharon took a shower and dressed in a tight elasticated short dress. "Nice." I said as she appeared.

The rest of the morning was fairly chilled, reading and listening to music. There was a game on the tv I wanted to watch, so Sharon had agreed to meet Teri for a late lunch. A little later when they were finished, she arrived back and said I looked tired. I looked at her and grinned. "Really!"

"I am too, let's have a sleep?"

"Sounds good but I want to sleep!"

We did sleep for an hour or so and both agreed we felt better for it.

We showered early evening and met Teri and another friend for an evening meal. I had previously said to Sharon that I wanted us to spend our last evening together before she headed home the next day. She agreed and mentioned it to Teri. After the evening meal, we headed back to the apartment.

Back at the apartment. I changed into shorts and a T-shirt and got two drinks. Sharon was still in the shower when I walked into the bathroom. I watched her wash herself and then clean the soap suds from her body. She turned and saw me. "Have you been there long?" She asked.

"No."

She smiled, turned off the water and stepped out of the shower. I handed her my drink and she took a sip. "Ummm tastes good, like you." Taking the glass back from her with a smile, I left her to dry herself.

I moved to the sofa and put on some music. Sharon appeared wearing only a red lace robe. Nothing else, just a red lace robe. I looked at her as she picked up her drink and posed for me leaning against the wall. I didn't need to say anything. My face surely said it all.

She came and sat with me. I turned to face her and simply looked her up and down. She smiled at me then. After taking a sip of her drink, she asked, "So our last night together for a while. And what shall you do with me? I'm yours, do as you please."

"I want to please you. Taste you and feel you. I want to get inside you. Kiss you. Make you moan with pleasure. I want to fuck you with passion. Hold you. I want to remember this night."

"Gosh. I want all of that too, and I want you."

I took the glass from her and placed it on the coffee table. I leaned forward to kiss her. Holding her face firmly, we kissed passionately. Our mouths wide open, teeth and tongues clashing. I pushed her back onto the sofa. Her head flat on the cushion, her legs on the floor. I got to my knees and moved her red robe to one side. Kissing her inner thighs, her hands held my head as I began to kiss, lick and bite her. Quickly I moved to her heaven, my tongue licking her wet outer lips and kissing her clit as I passed by to lick her inner lips.

We have spoken previously about our dom and sub activities. I'd mentioned to her that I had seen a woman with a collar and watched her closely. I watched her and her partner interacting together and thought of Sharon and me, knowing Sharon likes the idea of a collar, indicating to the world that she is owned.

I'm not keen on the collar. I didn't need others to know Sharon was owned. But yes, I wanted her to know that I owned her. For a while I had thought that I would like to bite and swallow a small piece of her inner pussy lips. For me, the most intimate part of her body.

We talked about it in some detail. Sharon understood my dislike of the collar, however she warmed to the idea of me taking a small amount of her inner lip from her. She wants me to own her. She wants to be submissive to me in the bedroom. The more we discussed it, the more we knew at some point it would happen.

As I licked her pussy, my thoughts went back to that conversation. Was now the time? No, it wasn't. I wanted her to know when I wanted to bite her. She had to be part of that moment. I knew the enormity of that decision.

My mind moved on to think about the here and now. My tongue moved to Sharon's clit, licking and flicking it. My fingers entered her and search for her g-spot. My face was deep in her cunt licking every part of it. She squirmed her arse on the sofa and opened her legs wide. She made vocal groans of delight. I pushed deep into her with my fingers, nibbling on her clit. "I need to fuck you!"

"I need you too."

I got to my knees, took her hand to pull her so she sat on the sofa. She leaned forward, held and kissed my cock through my shorts. "I can taste you." She said.

"Here or the bed?" I asked her.

"Now I'm up, the bed."

She stood, still gripping my hard tool through my shorts. "Follow me," as she pulled me, cock in hand, towards the bedroom.

At the end of the bed we held and kissed. "Lay down, let me lick you."

"First let me undress you. I want to feel your cock in my hand." She removed my T-shirt and threw it to the floor. Then, her fingers in my shorts waistband, she began to lower them down. At the same time, she lowered herself to take my cock in her mouth. She sucked for a few seconds and then removed me just long enough to say, "a minute, just give me a minute."

She worked hard. I felt excited. Could I get any stiffer?

I took a step away from her. "Let me work on you!" Get onto the bed."

She did, her red lace robe hiding parts of her. I untied the ribbon around her waist and opened the robe. I knelt between her legs. Taking my cock in my hand, I began to tease her clit with it. Our eyes met. "Should I just fuck you?" We stared for a few moments more before she held out her hand for mine. As I gave her my hand she gestured me down to lay on her. I did. We kissed hard as she gripped my back, her nails scratching on my skin.

We were both so wet. I moved backwards and forwards on her cunt, pushing on her clit. She held me harder. She didn't need to help me to her hole, I slipped inside her and gave a huge push. "Fuck yes." She murmured. We began to fuck, and fuck hard. I grabbed her hair, pulling her head back as I drove fast and deep into her. This felt feral. All I could think about was to fuck her deep and hard.

Our eyes met as both of us began to orgasm. Still glaring into her eyes and fucking hard, I exploded into her. She began to follow me. I fucked harder. "Oh fuck yes." She cried. Still fucking, she let out moans of delight, taking sharp intakes of breath through her teeth.

I began to relax. "No. Keep going."

Again I pumped her, my tool still hard. Again she orgasmed. Her fingernails anchored into my skin. Only when we had finished did I feel the pain.

I rolled onto the bed, she moved onto her side and kissed my cheek. I turned and we kissed.

She stared into my eyes. "We are good together aren't we?"

"I think we are fucking great together. We love well, we fuck well, and we have fun. What's wrong with that?"

We kissed and held each other tight. We both knew this romance was good. "We've come a long way and already we have great memories. Let's just enjoy it. You're my Whore and I like that."

It was late in the evening and we had an early start to get Sharon to the airport for an earlier than usual flight home.

Friday. December 27th

We woke to the alarm. Kissed and said good morning. "Let's fuck!" I said.

We did fuck, but fucking wasn't enough for me. I fucked and fingered Sharon so hard she had four orgasms.

While Sharon showered I made a coffee then got dressed. She emerged from the bathroom and got dressed, her hair still wet. She packed a few final things in her case and then we were on our way to the airport.

We made it just in time to check in her case and walk to departures. There we kissed and said our goodbyes.

The eight nights we had had together were fun. Drink, food and meaningful sex. Yes it was fun.

My shoulder injury had initially put a damper on things but as the week went on it improved.

We looked at each other. I could see the sadness in Sharon's eyes. "Hey, you'll be back in three weeks."

"I can't wait."

I watched Sharon walk towards security. She glanced back, I waved, she threw a kiss.