It’s another Sizzling Sunday – time to heat up the Internet with some sexy fiction. In keeping with the season, today I’m sharing a bit from my light-hearted holiday erotica title Santa, Baby! You may not find this as heart-warming as some other holiday posts, but it's guaranteed to heat up some other body parts!
Enjoy!
This Christmas, Santa discovers it’s nice to be naughty.
Recent university grad Matt Glaser may not have the Santa Claus beard or belly, but when it comes to earning extra holiday cash, it's a case of 'ho ho ho, let's start the show'—he loves his red suit like a reindeer loves carrots. This potential client, though—classy, curvy Eleanor Danforth—seems more interested in checking out his butt than his references. And two grand for a private party? Oy vey, Prancer, something's not kosher about this particular Vixen. She's not one to be denied, though. When the interview takes a carnal turn, he finds he’s unexpectedly eager to satisfy the demanding older woman.
Wearing the provocative costume supplied by his employer, Matt arrives at the Danforths’ swanky apartment to discover he’s been cast as the emcee for Eleanor’s intimate gathering. His duties include managing a pair of scantily-clad blond elves, distributing decadent treats to guests who’ve been good, and meting out punishments to the naughty. Meanwhile, the mistress of the house has a Christmas gift especially for him—one made of silicon and leather straps, which requires plenty of lube. Ho ho ho, Matt! It's going to be a very merry Christmas indeed.
Excerpt
Clusters of sofas and chairs were scattered around the vast space. Several male figures occupied a grouping at the far end. Closer, two women from Mrs. Danforth’s generation sat sipping cocktails, their heads together like gossiping teenagers. Despite their age, they both had dressed seductively, in tight, glittering gowns with low necklines that displayed their abundant flesh.
“Delilah, Jane — this is Matt, our Santa.”
“Oh my! You’ve outdone yourself, Ellie! He’s gorgeous!” The raven-haired woman had a Middle Eastern look, with a prominent nose and dusky skin. She offered her hand. “I’m Delilah,” she said, her eyes twinkling with mischief.
Picking up on her mood, I bent to brush my lips and my soft beard across the back. “Enchanté, Mrs….”
Delilah giggled at the tickling sensation. “Mrs. Nothing! I’m happily divorced.”
“Me too,” added the other woman, who had a square, somewhat plain, face but astonishing red-gold hair. “I’m Jane,” she announced. She grabbed my other hand, brought it to her mouth and licked my palm.
Electric pleasure sizzled through me at the unexpectedly intimate move, down to my increasingly rigid dick. My pelvis jerked reflexively. The three women laughed.
“Mmm! If the rest of you tastes as good as your hand…Can I have a sample, Ellie?”
“I don’t see why not. He looks as though he could use some relief. Matt, pull out your cock.”
There it was. I’d known it was only a matter of time. The die was cast when I pressed the doorbell. But was I really ready to become a whore?
Eleanor didn’t give me time to consider the question. Yanking at the front of the spandex bottoms, she tucked the elastic waistband under my balls. The upward pressure immediately made me harder. My erection reared up, pre-cum pooling at the slit. It bobbed with my racing pulse as my employer pulled me closer to the sofa.
“There you go, Janie. Do your worst!”
“You mean my best? I haven’t had a good meal of cum in ages!”
The middle-aged vixen grabbed me by the hips. Sticking out her tongue, she lapped along my rod, from the balls up to the bulb. I shuddered as delicious sensation coursed through me. When she pursed her painted lips around the head, I gasped and thrust against them. She opened. In one gulp she swallowed me to the root.
Oh God! The heat and the wetness almost overwhelmed me. She locked her lips around my shaft, sliding back and forth along the rigid length. As she approached the head, she used her tongue to stroke and tease my sensitive flesh. When she took me deep, she swallowed deliberately, letting me feel her throat working around the tip.
I could tell I wasn’t going to last long. Well, she’d said she wanted to taste my cum. I certainly wasn’t about to deprive her. Shaking off my passivity, I began to thrust, pushing my cock down her throat. She didn’t gag or fight me. Relaxing her muscles, she consumed every inch I fed her, sucking eagerly as if hungry for more.
If more was what she wanted, that’s what she’d get. I was fucking her face in earnest now, fast and hard. She was helpless, open, her mouth no more than a container for my raging dick. In, out, in out—I wanted to come, needed to come, but I also didn’t want these amazing sensations to end. My fingers tangled in her gorgeous coppery hair, I held her still so I could keep control as I ravaged her mouth. I couldn’t hold on much longer. I closed my eyes, savoring the building pressure. Yes, oh yes…
Skillful fingers tickled my balls, then gave them a gentle squeeze. Pleasure exploded, spiraling up and out from my taut groin. My cock shuddered and expelled a flood of cum into Jane’s welcoming mouth. Her muscles fluttered around my shaft as she swallowed, triggering another cataclysm. More jizz erupted from my rod. She turned up the suction. My cock produced another ecstatic spurt.
Finally we released our hold on one another. My softening dick slipped from her mouth, painting a thick trail of cum along her cheek. I was about to apologize when Delilah leaned over, stuck out her tongue, and lapped the jizz off her friend’s face.
Buy Links
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1 comment:
Sizzling indeed! Remember that routine from the second Austin Powers movie? He asks the female if her name is X Spits, or X Swallows. I've always been in the spits category myself. Bad memory from college, involving eating a huge pasta dinner right before. LOL.
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