The holidays had flown by in a blur, and I had little time for anything after the night at the girls apartment. It was time for presents and seeing my nephew rip up paper to reveal toys underneath, old family tensions, too much egg nog, and not enough gravy. The snow held back until New Years, and I spent that at Mike and Ange's, disappointed that Cam was still not there with us, knowing that Nithya was with her kids. I was lonely, spending my days writing up a storm, fielding the occasional deadline and mile marker call from my agent... but otherwise it was just me and Baxter during the traditional two-week shutdown at work, filling in the days with work or chores, and the nights with writing.
I worked to cover emergencies a number of days, making sure that everyone in my team had plenty of time with their families. The few meetings and calls, the little day-to-day stuff... I just did it. It was easier. It kept me busy. Baxter and I wandered the neighbourhood, talking about the stories we were working on, wildly ahead of schedule (not that I'd tell my agent or the publishers that).
I knew I was feeling that longing to have a someone, I had for so long, it was just how I was wired now. No wonder men remarry faster. Kayley still echoed in my heart, but she didn't fill the house with life anymore. Someone tangible and physically present was what I needed.
On New Year's Day, I was sleeping in, a light buzz of champagne hadn't overwhelmed me, and Baxter yawned loudly and wuffed as my phone buzzed on the nightstand.
'Do you have any plans tonight, Tiger? My girls are going with my parents to visit their cousins and I got you a Christmas present that to wrap myself in.'
Nithya. I rubbed sleep from my eyes and my straining bladder forgot how much it wanted to empty itself as the memory of her teasing, wet blowjobs, hot hungry pussy, and explosive orgasm that paralyzed her made my cock harden. I glanced at a small box, pink and red, that I'd left on the armchair in the hopes that I'd see her again soon and smiled.
'I'll open my door at seven, give you your presents at seven-ten, and have you moaning by seven-thirty,' I replied to her.
A smiley face appeared, followed by a peach, a spray of water, and then an eggplant. A few seconds later a little animated eclair filled with cream danced on my phone.
I knew what that meant now, I'd stepped up my emoji game the last few months, finally getting the hang of the most basic stuff. Nithya was an expert, though, and I couldn't keep up with her gifs, just work them out and laugh.
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The day slipped by as I tidied up my house, and found myself thinking that it was starting to look stark. I'd given away a few pieces of furniture that reminded me too much of Kayley, some to her sister, and some to a women's charity. With them had gone her clothes, making me realize she was a bit of a shopaholic. The number of things that'd still had tags had surprised me.
With what I thought had been just a few things gone, my house was starting to feel not empty, but certainly not full. I'd found myself ordering beds for Baxter to put in each room, really just to fill them. My group said it was a natural part of the grieving process, realizing you're starting to move on, and being alarmed by it.
I sat with it for a bit, sipping coffee, scratching Baxter's belly that he presented to me oh-so eagerly. I wrapped up cleaning and sat down on the couch, napping while a movie played.
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At seven on the dot, my doorbell rang.
Nithya strode in wearing a long coat and heels topped with a Santa hat. She whipped the coat off and revealed the red velvet French maid teddy she wore, its fuzzy white trim bright against the creamy glow of her brown skin. She spun, showing off her cinched waist and the matching red thong she wore, its strap swallowed between the mom-yoga tightened and strengthened ass cheeks... I was rock hard and struggling to remember my plan as I watched her perch the little maid cap in her hair.
"You like," she teased with a toothy grin as she leaned forward to lift her ass even higher, showing me the red gusset of the thong that contained her heat. She handed me a Christmas card, "you'll like this."
I read it, eyes going wide as I took in her message, "yes. You do like," she confirmed.
I answered by scooping Nithya into my arms and carrying her into my office where I dropped her onto the deep loveseat, "open your present and your legs," I ordered.
Nithya struggled with the ribbon as I pressed her legs open, slipping the sheer fabric aside so that I could eat her pussy. She moaned and whimpered as she tore spasmodically at the paper, already aroused, ready for me as I sucked her clit. Juices flowing, she was soaked from her landing strip bush all the way down past her puckered starfish in minutes.
"Oh my god, Tiger, does this go in my a... ahhhhh!"
Nithya dropped her gift as she began to cum, two of my fingers working her g-spot as I flicked her entrances and clit with my tongue. I pressed into her to make her explode as I grabbed the present in my free hand.
"Uhhh-huhuuooo," she moaned, rewarding my attentions with a gush of her nectar. I rolled the gift in it across the bare skin of her taint, and pressed the narrow point of the bulb gently into her anus. "Ahhhnnnn, do it, Tiger," she begged as I used her own copious juice to slowly push the plug into her asshole to Nithya's wails of approval. I gently pumped it in and out, pressing a bit further each time, still giving her pussy oral attention. It wasn't long until her cheeks had swallowed up the toy, just a little blue handle poking out and Nithya an orgasm-drunk mess on my loveseat, her hair messy and disheveled, eyes glazed and blinking.
I stood and unzipped, pulling my diamond hard cock out, gratified as her eyes widened slightly at its sight as she panted breathlessly from her debilitating orgasm. "Are you ready for this?"
Obediently, she lifted her legs for me with a hand pulling each juicy thigh back at the knee to present her sopping cunt, its glistening lips open, a pussy hungry to be filled with man. She nodded weakly, moving one hand to stroke her beet red pussy and hold it open for me.
"Does Tiger require my hungry pussy to take his lust," she asked in a sultry voice, still breathless. "I am his slave and must satisfy his most base desires for the next twenty-four hours, after all."
"Not yet," I smiled as I reached out and wound my fingers into her thick black hair, pulling her red lips to my straining purple helmet. "Right now, Tiger needs you to suck him deep and swallow every last drop like a good desi girl."
Nithya bowed to the task eagerly, and as she licked and slurped my cock until she coaxed my cum from me, swallowing like the good slut she is, I looked forward to the next surprise I had for her.
