Their Christmas Miracle: A collection of spicy xxx-mas tales

by Fox, Logan

  She spread her legs like a good girl and waited. He could see her body move with every breath she took.

  “Hold still. Very, very still.”

  Erin whined as he kissed her ass cheek. The back of her thigh. She shuddered when he touched the tip of his tongue to her dripping sex. God, she was so wet. He’d never known her to drip like this. She tasted incredible: tangy and creamy. His tongue probed the folds of her sex, licking every inch of her.

  She was moaning now, shivering as she struggled to hold still. He grabbed each of her ass cheeks in a hand and tugged them apart, exposing her ass and her taint and her sex to the night. Screw this, he wanted to see her in detail. He wanted to see an inch inside her and deeper.

  He released her, loving the way she groaned in despair, and rolled off the bed.

  Mason had been clear about why the goggles: the lack of light would make their beauties experience every other sensation ten-fold. But if he blindfolded her…

  Zach snatched another length of silk from his preparation table. It looked like something a very perverted doctor would have on standby during surgery — the table was full of erotic implements, half of which he had only a brief explanation from Mason on how to use.

  He returned to the bed and blindfolded Erin. She didn’t make much mention of this — gagged or not — and he frowned at her. Maybe this was small-fry compared to what he’d already done with her tonight. He’d have to pace himself if he was going to keep her excited the whole weekend long.

  Blindfold completed, Zach lit a handful of candles on the bed’s side tables and snatched off his goggles.

  There.

  Erin’s skin glowed in the candlelight, her legs spread-eagled and her hands tied. Standing, they weren’t above her head anymore, but he could fix that.

  Zach tugged on the ropes fixing Erin to the bed posts. Her hands shot up until her arms were straight above her head.

  Better.

  She moaned at him, twisting her head around. But she wouldn’t be able to see him.

  Zach fell to his knees, this time in front of her, and licked the length of her sex with a quick swipe of his tongue. The girl let out a low wail and tried to close her legs, but Zach caught her ankles.

  “Are you going to make me tie these up, too?”

  “Yes, Master,” she whispered.

  Zach sat back on his heels, eyes widening in surprise.

  Well, fuck. Why not?

  V

  All we want for Christmas

  Mason

  The scorching wetness of Lexi’s mouth folded over Mason’s cock. She sucked at him, her tongue writhing beneath his shaft as he thrust deeper inside her. He began to fuck her mouth, drawing his cock out until just the tip remained buried between her lips, and then shoving it back inside as deep as it could go.

  Lexi moaned, and the vibrations of that sound tingled through him. His balls contracted, and he grabbed her hair in a fist as he came inside her mouth, spilling his spunk down her throat. She gagged, drew away, and then wriggled her head around the tip of his cock as he groaned in the aftermath of his orgasm.

  Much better. He felt his passion fading along with his erection. Lexi swallowed, shuddered, and became still… waiting.

  Mason grinned down at her. Maybe it was time to turn on the lights. The goggles had been fun, but he wanted to see her in the harsh brightness of artificial lighting. He loved the way Lexi’s skin glowed, especially in their kitchen under their strips of fluorescent lighting. The hotel didn’t have the same kind of lighting, but candlelight might make for an interesting adjustment.

  “You keep that pretty head of yours facing forward, hear me?”

  A muffled, “Yes, Master.”

  He lit the candles, removed his goggles, and slid up behind Lexi on the bed. She shuddered as he wound his fingers through her hair and jerked her head to the side so he could kiss her neck.

  Grabbing each ass cheek in turn, Mason dug his fingertips into Lexi’s soft flesh. She gasped, trembling as his fingers wriggled over her ass toward her sex.

  “Bet you wish I was fucking you right now,” Mason murmured into Lexi’s ear.

  “Yes, Master.”

  “Bet you wish my cock was up your ass and my fingers in your cunt.”

  Lexi quivered but didn’t reply.

  “Say it, sweetheart.” Mason slid a finger inside Lexi.

  She gasped, her body stiffening.

  “Yes, Master. Thank you, Master.”

  Oh, he’d almost forgotten about that. He finger-fucked her once, and she cried out another breathless, “Thank you, Master.”

  “That’s right, bitch. Any pleasure you get is on my say-so.”

  His cock was getting hard again. God, how he longed to pound into her. He was still deciding how he wanted it: doggy style, or something more kama-sutra like. Lexi was so flexible, it was possible to do just about anything with her.

  Another finger inside her: two now.

  He rammed them up deep inside her, making her cry out again. Her legs slid a little further apart, and his cock twitched. Mason tugged his fingers out — fuck, but her pussy didn’t want to let him go — and brought his hand to her mouth.

  He slid his fingers between her lips.

  “Just as wet, but not nearly as hot,” he whispered into her ear.

  Lexi sucked on her own juices, murmuring incoherently at him around his fingers.

  He trailed them down the side of her face, over a breast — pausing to give it a hard squeeze — and then dragged it down her stomach toward her clit. She began to quiver the closer he came to touching her, so he slowed down.

  His cock throbbed, as hard as it had been a few minutes ago.

  He moved his hips closer to her, positioning the tip of his cock less than an inch from Lexi’s waiting sex. A trickle of her juices ran down the inside of her thigh. Mason groaned and thrust his hips forward, unable to resist her dripping pussy any longer.

  Erin

  Erin cried out as Zach rammed into her. Her breath rushed back in a sharp gasp as he filled her in an instant, stretching her around his shaft until she was convinced he would tear her open. She whined and wriggled, but there was nowhere for her to go.

  Her sex had been aching previously, but now it strobed with hot and cold, sending throes of intense ecstasy through her body. She cried out and threw her head back, resting it against Zach’s pectoral muscle.

  One hand was still in her hair, the other still digging into her upper thigh.

  After he’d lit the candles, her senses had gone into overdrive. The lushly decorated room had sprung into focus — all velvet drapes and gold-framed paintings of hunting scenes. She felt like she was in a medieval castle.

  Zach drew out of her, but he’d barely left the moist fold of her sex before he pounded into her again, hard enough to make her scream out.

  “Should I stop?” he hissed at her in that artificially-deepened voice of his.

  “No, Master!” Erin managed. “Please, don’t stop.”

  So Zach rammed into her again, her breasts jiggling with the force of his thrust. She wrapped her fingers around the ropes binding her to the top of the four poster bed in an effort to keep herself from sliding off the bed.

  Either he was hitting her g-spot dead-center, or she was so fucking aroused she couldn’t see straight, but she could feel her orgasm tearing toward her with the speed of a jet.

  But Zach didn’t pick up speed. He tugged free his dick, paused, and shoved it right back in her again. And again. And again.

  Erin screamed now, because she wanted him to fuck her harder, faster, so she could cum and he could untie her and they could eat something.

  But she also didn’t want him to speed up.

  She could stay like this forever — being filled by him, being used by him.

  “You like it when I fuck you like this?” came a deep voice in her ear. “Slow and steady?”

  “Yes, Master,” Erin managed in a thick voice. “Thank you, Master
.”

  “You’re so fucking tight, sweetheart,” the voice said.

  He forced his dick inside her again, going even slower now. His fingers touched her clit, began massaging it in time with his thrusting hips.

  “Makes me think of that time in the park,” he said.

  Erin’s head lolled against his shoulder. The park? Her entire body shook and trembled, her sex aching and throbbing around his cock as he filled her, emptied her, filled her. His voice lulled her into a deep, catatonic state, where all she focus on what his strange, grating voice and the pleasure his finger and dick brought her.

  “You looked so fucking hot in that little dress. Then you told me you weren’t wearing underwear.”

  No underwear? She always wore underwear. Erin began to pant as she rocked her hips back and forth, matching every thrust of his dick. His fingers were setting her alight, tracing lines of fire through her sex until she ached for an end to this, ached at thinking it would have to stop.

  “Then we found that place where no one could see us. You lifted your dress so I could see. I was so fucking hard.”

  Sex in public? Was Zach saying he wanted to reenact this fantasy sometime? She was game. Fuck, he could ask her anything right now and she’d do it. This felt amazing.

  Her orgasm drew closer. She began bucking her hips faster, urging his dick deeper and harder inside her. His fingers left her hair, went instead to her ass cheeks. He abandoned her clit, much to her dismay, and spread open her ass cheeks. That delicious tug on her sex made her moan and move even faster.

  “I fucked you against that tree, remember? Your legs around my hips, one of your tits out of your dress. You kept saying someone would see us, but that just it made it hotter.”

  Erin’s eyes opened, fixing on the ceiling and the tangle of ropes above her. God, he really wanted it to happen, didn’t he? It sounded like he’d been right there.

  “We can,” Erin murmured. “If you really want, then we can do it.”

  “Again?” something warm dribbled onto the top of her ass cheek. He used his thumb to smear it over her back door.

  Erin clenched, a wave of uneasy anticipation crawling over her. They’d never done this before: never gone into uncharted territory. That same thumb stroked his warm saliva over her back door. Every stroke made a throb of passion tear through her.

  “Yes, fucking wine,” she cried.

  “Wine?”

  She wriggled in frustration, her climax now a breath away.

  “Your fucking safewords,” she said.

  The tip of his thumb slid inside her. Erin cried out, for a moment unable to move. His dick, however, didn’t stop its continuous, slow pounding into her. Her breasts were jiggling again, up and down with every thrust. He slid his hand over her thigh and touched her.

  With a thumb in her ass, his dick in her pussy, and a finger on her clit, Erin screamed and tossed her head back, wanting to kiss Zach and have his tongue inside her too, when she came.

  But he was intent on his dick sliding in and out of her. He didn’t see her looking back at him. Didn’t see her eyes widen in shock as she blinked in obtuse confusion at the tattoo crawling over his neck.

  “Mason?” Erin breathed.

  He peered down at her then. Grinned that lecherous grin.

  “Master,” he said in his deep voice.

  Erin began to squirm. “Mason!”

  “It’s Master, bitch.” His eyes lifted to hers. Then that smile faded. He frowned.

  “Erin?”

  “Mason.”

  And then that finger slid deeper inside her. Pleasure blotted out her sight and she quaked against him, leaning into his thrusting dick. He bit down on her neck, and she cried out once.

  Cried out again when his dick found her g-spot.

  Yelled when she came with the most violent, orgasmic climax she’d ever had.

  And screamed out his name when he came inside with an animalistic growl, seconds later.

  Lexi

  Lexi gasped when he tied her ankles to the bed. Blindfolded, she could see only a small trickle of light leaking in from the bottom of the silk. Enough to make out her breasts and her feet, if she tried.

  Enough to make out a cock, bouncing and pulsing as he moved around and faced her.

  Lexi pushed the gag out of her mouth — he hadn’t bothered to tie it tightly at all — and licked her lips. She wanted to taste him, wanted him inside her, wanted him to go down on her. Everything now. But he was the one in charge, and she would have to wait her turn.

  He took his cock in his hands and slapped it against her clit. Lexi moaned, able to see some of what he was doing, but not everything. She shuddered and bucked her hips forward, but he took his cock out of harm’s way before she could touch him.

  “Please, Master,” she whispered. “Fuck me now. Fuck me hard, any way you want.”

  He didn’t reply. Instead, he gripped her thigh and parted her legs even further. Then he went to his knees. Lexi threw back her head, gasping at the ceiling as a tongue flicked against her clit.

  She moved her hips forward, and he stiffened his tongue. And she rode him like that, her sex sliding over his lips as she bucked forward and back.

  He rammed a two fingers inside her, making her squeal with pleasure. Then three. She gasped and writhed at the end of his tongue, her climax building as he explored every wet inch of her sex.

  Standing fast enough to make her stumble to the side, he carried on shoving his fingers inside her, his thumb now drawing circles around her clit.

  Lexi wailed, cringing as a shuddering wave of pleasure tore through her, but then his mouth was on hers, stifling her. She could taste herself on his lips and tongue.

  But this was different.

  Why was he kissing her so softly? Mason loved to take ownership of her mouth, his tongue filling her roughly and forcefully, leaving her mewling and incapable of breath.

  But now he was moving so slowly and carefully. It made no sense. Her eyes flickered open, but she couldn’t see. A hard stroke of her clit turned her thoughts to ash as a lick of flame chased its way through her.

  He slid his cock inside her without warning. One minute she had a cluster of fingers inside her, probing her g-spot, the next… a long, thick cock that filled her until she felt she would burst.

  “Yes,” she cried out shuddering around his shaft.

  “More?” he asked in an alien whisper.

  “Yes!”

  So more she got. She moved onto tiptoes but he followed her, ignoring her gasping pleas. He strummed her clit with his fingers, and she shimmied to the side.

  “No, please. I’m going to cum,” she yelled.

  “That’s the point, princess,” he muttered. “Now cum for me.”

  “Come with me!”

  That did it: he unleashed her ankles, grabbed hold of her thighs, and drew her up so that her legs could lock around his hips.

  She used the ropes as leverage, drawing herself up and down the length of his cock as he groaned and shuddered beneath her. It felt amazing, taking him like this. With every bouncing thrust, her clit rubbed over his stomach. His fingers chafed the outer folds of his sex, and she willed his fingers closer to her back door, where he knew how to touch her to make her cum in an explosion of ecstasy.

  “Touch me!” she cried out, when his fingers refused to move.

  “I am,” came the breathless response.

  “Back there,” she said, gasping as her climax soared closer.

  “What?”

  “Mason, touch me already. I’m going to cum!”

  “What?”

  The blindfold was ripped off. Lexi moaned as the room glowed and her eyes tried to adjust.

  “What did you just call me?”

  “Master!” Lexi yelled. “Please touch me, Master!”

  Those fingers slid back a little. She forced her hips forward, grinding her clit into his pubic bone, and an index finger brushed the puckered skin of her backdoor.


  Lexi cried out, her movements becoming furious, eyes squeezed shut.

  “Yes, cum for me, princess.”

  “I’m cumming,” Lexi said.

  Her eyes flared open. She dove down and caught up his mouth in hers, her climax tearing into her harder and faster than his cock. His index finger worked its way deeper inside her, his other hand brushing her slick taint.

  He groaned, tearing free of their kiss, and drew his torso away. His head ducked down as he stared at where his cock rammed into her sex. Lexi opened her mouth to gasp and spasmed in the wake of her orgasm.

  Mason’s tattoo was gone.

  “Zach?” Lexi managed, her throat too tight. Her body quaked, inches away from climax.

  He stared up her. Gave her an open-mouthed groan. And then recognition flared in his eyes.

  “Lexi?” He sounded horrified.

  Lexi’s hands released their grip on the rope in shock. Which drove Zach’s finger knuckle-deep inside her backdoor.

  She screamed out, bucking her hips as she came like a dam bursting. Zach’s eyes widened, his face tightening as the walls of her sex contracted around him. She bucked again, unable to stop herself as her orgasm took control of her body.

  “No!” Zach gasped, his fingers digging into her, digging deeper, his cock burrowing as deep inside her as it could go.

  And then he came, his movements speeding up until it felt like she was going to catch flame under the friction between his dick and her pussy. He pumped hot jizz into her, gasping with every new spurt, and finally rammed into her a final time.

  He held her close, body shivering.

  Lexi quivered in response, her breath panting out of her. She groaned as he slid out of her, and he glanced up at her with worried blue eyes.

  Then he reached out a hand and stroked her sex, all the way from her clit to her taint.

  Just a Mix-Up

  Erin kept her eyes glued on her plate as she pushed around a pea. The dish smelled divine, but her appetite was nowhere to be found. The sound of forks scraping against porcelain was all that she could hear.