12 Naughty Days of Christmas 2018

by Isabella Kole

  Losing track of time, she was surprised when Master Steven pulled away from her with great reluctance. “No one has ever given more pleasure than you just did, Kelly girl. From your honest expressions and slightly untrained technique, I find it hard to resist spilling my load down your perfect little body.”

  Master Storm was in no rush to expose his cock. He studied her as she twisted her body so she was kneeling at his feet as he lounged in the wooden chair. “Oh, you little, naughty thing. You had me promising you could trust me to take care of you. All this time, it was us who needed to be on guard. If you don’t start holding back some of your earnest passions, you could find yourself with three masters who are ready to collar you quickly.”

  Being the sole focus of three hot man gave Kelli a distorted view of life. Never before had she felt so excited, ready to explode into a bundle of spasming nerve ends. The man she was ready to pleasure was dominant, dangerous, and threatening to take away her very freedom. So, why did she feel more powerful and liberated?

  He gained his feet in a lazy manner, unbuckling the belt securing his Santa pants in place, and made a production of yanking it out, letting the hiss of leather against the velvet fill her ears. Master Storm tossed the item aside before jerking his pants down. He had been commando beneath the costume. No wonder she had felt every pulse of his swollen member as she sat and later laid across his lap.

  It might take her a bit more courage to prepare for this time. The size had to be comparable to his identical brothers, but the stiff way he held himself made it appear more challenging to wrap her mind around taking him deep in her mouth. He grabbed the tube of peppermint flavor lube, but instead of pouring it on his palm, he let the red liquid form a swirling pattern.

  Her mouth went dry as she thought up how to approach the task.

  He moved closer, pulling her tight curls to position her mouth to his satisfaction. Kelli started to motion for him to give her a moment to prepare, but he took advantage of her parted lips, sliding the swollen tip inside. “Relax your jaw, naughty girl,” he demanded. He pumped his hips, guiding himself sideways, the end prodding her cheek as it went taut against his firm cock.

  Reaching up, he lightly slapped the side of her face where his erection was outlined against her skin. The action startled her, but Kelli realized the sensation was far from painful. The tip of his cock twitched against the contact, getting even harder than before. The sharp taste of peppermint filled her as he continued to guide himself over her opened jaw, poking an impressive rod against her cheek.

  Master Storm set the pace of his own pleasure and Kelli found it erotic. He used rough hands to angle her face as he saw fit, lifted her chin when he wanted more friction and forced her to accept his aggressive pace. His handsome face was rigid, and Kelli thrilled in knowing she was pleasing him. “I’m going to fill your entire mouth now, naughty Kelli. After watching you adapt to my brothers’ hard ons, I have little doubt you will be able to accommodate me.”

  He wasn’t asking permission, merely stating his course of action.

  She nodded, finding it hard to breathe even though he was staying shallow for the time being.

  “You will trust me to know how long I can stay buried at the back of your throat. If I decide to shove in deeper, you will accept my appreciation of your skills to welcome me further.”

  Master Storm demanded total control.

  She was his vessel, providing him with pleasure. It was as if every erotic daydream she had gleaned from reading her favorite stories was suddenly reality. Kelli did not concern herself with second guessing her decisions, worrying about the consciences, holding herself to some ideal version of what she assumed people expected her to be.

  Master Storm knew her limits. He would take over the responsibility of making sure no harm came to her. She widened her lips and started sucking him with her tongue. As he pushed deeper, she pretended to be trying to swallow him whole. When he eased out, she used her tongue to push against his cock, rushing the process so he could start filling her again.

  Once he pushed so far inside, she felt herself begin to panic. The back of her eyes started to go black, but he was pulling free, bending down to claim her lips with an approving gesture. “You naughty, talented, little girl. Santa might lose his load before he even gets to slide inside your cunny. You may not be a virgin, but I am willing to put money on the fact that you will be tight and slippery when we claim you.”

  Master Stanley reminded them they were not alone, when he helped Kelli slowly get to her feet. He shoved a glass of cold water into her shaking hands and ordered her to drink. Her mouth felt numb from all the friction it had endured, and the water help clean away the lingering hints of licorice, chocolate and peppermint.

  She was pulled into Master Steven’s strong embrace and he took over the wooden chair.

  “Intermission time, Kelli girl.” he explained. “Concentrate on calming your breathing. Your knees are shaking. Did you notice? Probably not. Don’t worry. Your masters will always monitor your reaction to the scene we are playing. You managed to shock us all tonight though. In the past, when Storm goes into his caveman demands about deep throating him, most women balk. He steps away, disappointed as hell, and we have to spend precious time rebuilding our sub’s trust.”

  Master Stanley indicated she needed to drink more of her water. Then he offered his take on the matter. “Storm has been discouraged so many times, he pretty much gave up even going into his favorite part of being a dom. Steven and I were shocked when he added the bit about you allowing him to shove deeper than you thought possible. We were groaning to each other about him spoiling our perfect scene when you surprised us all by nodding your acquiescence.”

  Her eyes wandered around the room, trying to find the third brother. He stood at a distance, a plastic bottle of water squeezed in his hand, as he chugged the contents. Crumpling up the empty container, he tossed it toward a trash can just outside of her eye shot, but the sound of plastic connecting with metal convinced her he made it.

  Chapter 6

  This all had to be a fantasy. Kelli could not accept it was reality. Three equally attractive men, all having distinct personalities which called to something deep within her soul, were locked with her in an office, exploring things she had only ever read about. If she was sleeping, she prayed this dream went on and on. With luck, she might never wake up.

  Storm lifted his previously discarded Santa coat, and she frowned. Did he really have to cover up his hard, aroused body? He made no move to pull it on, instead carrying it with him as he walked back to the group. “Your time’s up,” he stated firmly, eyes locked on Master Steven.

  Not pleased to be dismissed, the man holding her lingered a few minutes before allowing her to pull herself off his lap.

  Kelli found herself engulfed by the furry, red jacket, lined in white. Storm’s scent hung on the material and she snuggled a bit deeper in its warmth. The length extended past her knees.

  Standing frozen in the center of a triangle of dominate men, she could not help but try to figure out how such equal, strong, identical brothers ended up agreeing to share one partner. Hell, they were so hot, each would easily attract three women to please him simultaneously. So how did she get so lucky? Maybe her old car had finally given out, leaving her stranded on a busy interstate, and an eighteen-wheeler had crashed into her head on? A coma or near-death experience seemed more logical than the facts as she knew them.

  It was Master Stanley who spoke next, jarring her back to the present. “Story time, brothers. It’s apparent our little girl is full of questions about our choice of lifestyles. Whose turn is it to impart the details?”

  “I nominate Master Stanley,” Steven called out quickly.

  “Seconded,” Storm replied before the last man could object. “You talk while I help our naughty girl rest up before our next scene.” All but tossing his brother out of the wooden chair, the oldest brother took possession of it seconds before opening his a
rms wide to encourage Kelli to come to him.”

  If she had a teddy bear, she would have given it a squeeze for encouragement. Instead, she made do with a silent pep talk. Enjoy every moment of this fantasy. The damn doctors are probably working to pull you out of the coma. Climbing up on Master Storm’s lap, she awkwardly moved about, trying to find a comfortable place to sit. His hard erection kept getting in the way. It acted like a heat seeking missile, doing its best to slip under the red velvet coat and toward a place which literally wept for it.

  Her thighs knocked into his unprotected region a few times. A hissed curse followed an accidental contact with her elbow and Master’s stomach before he put them both out of their misery. None to gentle hands reached up to lift her, shifting Kelli into a less damaging position.

  Master Steven lounged against the desk, nodding for the remaining brother to begin with their story. There was a folding chair stuck in a far corner of the room, and Stanley retrieved it, opening it up and turning it backwards from where Kelli sat. Then he straddled the chair, his thick thighs spread wide, and an engorged cock springing out below the backrest.

  Snuggling deeper into the warm, thick fur of the Santa Coat, Kelli tried to memorize every detail of the perfect, strange situation she found herself in.

  “This is going to be hard to believe, but the three of us have always been a handful.” Master Stanley said, causing her eyes to drop to his cock and then to Master Steven’s.

  She giggled, and Storm ordered her to pay attention before smacking her pale thigh sharply.

  “We drove our poor parents to distraction with our competitive tendencies and issues with sharing. It reached a peak when we hit puberty. Momma finally decided to put a stop to it once and for all.”

  “We were going to learn to get along, like it or not. She and our father cleared everything out of our bedroom except the beds. Then she provided us with one of everything necessary to survive a weekend. One fork, one plate, one towel to dry off after a shower. You get the idea. The woman was merciless. She was determined we would learn to cooperate as a team.”

  Master Steven took over the story. “First, we tried to overpower each other to claim the items we needed at any given time. We are fairly equal in strength, but we played to our own strengths. Stan tried to outwit us. I used my skill as a sports fanatic. Storm, well, did he best to overpower us.”

  Stanley nodded grimly. “The two of us,” he indicated Steven and himself, “had limits to how far we would push one another, always mindful of the possibility we might do permanent damage.”

  “They had their limits and I used them against them. It’s what I excel at, even today.” The man holding her purred darkly into her ear. “We all came away with trophy marks that weekend. See this jagged scar on my check? Well, Stan over there tried to pull the fork I was using away. I managed to retain possession, but only after yanking it back with enough force to bury the tongs in my face.”

  “I am still prone to nose bleeds,” Master Stanley said. “Steven shoved my face into the bedframe when we fought over the one blanket left in the bedroom. Storm was polite enough to shove it back into place before claiming the cover himself.”

  Steven chuckled before holding up his right foot. The little toe did not line up with the others. It had obviously been broken at one point in time. “But Momma and Dad weren’t completely thorough in their haste to remove everything from our bedroom. I had a centerfold of a nude model stashed between the mattress and box spring of my bed. The guys caught me admiring the beautiful model in the middle of the night.”

  “He was panting like a damn dog. We would have had to be deaf not to hear him.” Storm adjusted her a bit, and she felt his erection through the coat. It had not softened one bit and this memory seemed to be making it grow.

  “We dared not try to rip the centerfold from his free hand. What if we damaged it?” Stanley told her.

  “More like, who knew what gross substances already clung to the image?” Storm keep his expression bland, but he was pulsing his cock against her thigh as if taunting her.

  “Before the weekend was over, we learned how to share an object in a way which allowed us all to gain pleasure.” Steven straightened up and started stretching his muscles. Walking down memory lane appeared to refocus his attention on more basic desires.

  He winked at her. “Mother never realized the sole item which united us was one she did not even realize was stashed in the room. While we all have enjoyed separate lovers in the past, none of those relationships felt as right.”

  “We had been primed for sharing to the point, which most people would, no doubt, consider unnatural.” Stanley got to his feet and started twisting his waist side to side, loosing up his joints as if preparing for some serious exercising. “To us, it seems perfectly normal, no doubt because of the time we reached puberty and fell in lust with a cute little brunette centerfold.”

  “Who had tight, soft curls…” Master Storm started pulling playfully at the mass of coils haloing Kelli’s head.

  Master Steven lazily made his way toward her. “The moment I first laid eyes on you tonight, Kelli, a strong sense of rightness overcame me. I instantly knew things were going to work out with all of us tonight. Maybe even beyond that.”

  Master Stanley was beside her now, too. “The naughty girl spread across our centerfold had her head turned to the side, not that we spent much time examining that part of the picture. But I imagine she was almost as beautiful as you are. I have to admit, when I walked around Storm and caught sight of you, I felt something click, as if the missing piece of our love life had finally moved into place.”

  “This might be your last chance to escape, little girl.” Storm warned her. “All of us appear to be falling hard for you.”

  She locked eyes with each of them in time, measuring their words, looking for signs they were toying with her, promising things they would never be able to give her. A future? With three, sexy, dominant men, each as handsome and strong as the other? “Where do I sign up?”

  Laughing darkly, the brother holding her slowly turned her body until she was facing outward. Then he shuffled his legs, causing her to slide downward. Kelli feared she would fall, but she did not have time to grab on to something to brace herself.

  Steven was kneeing before her, lifting her legs upward and spreading them wide. His face disappeared into her crotch and a surprised sound escaped her lips. His tongue was hot, aggressive and quick.

  Storm reached out to anchor her legs wide open, ordering her to watch as Master Steven feasted on her.

  Stanley pulled the Santa coat open exposing her breasts, and started exploring her nipples, pinching the rosy tips until they protruded out, begging to be kissed.

  Her body started tensing with the attention, and Storm monitored her every twist and turn. Just as Kelli was sure she would explode into a million, glorious pieces, the brother holding her pulled her body up and away from Steven’s individual attention.

  “I am probably already addicted to your taste, naughty little girl.” Leisurely standing up, he moved aside so his brother could take his place.

  “Might I suggest you stay away from her engorged clit?” Storm’s comment made Kelli pout.

  She turned her head so she could show him her displeasure. She was so close. All her life, she had read about women experiencing some elusive feeling of grandeur. Master Steven had taken her to that point, and she was certain she would have finally understood what all the hype was about.

  Storm grabbed her chin and held it still. He studied her face as Master Stanley’s strong arms reached up to reposition her body, angling her low on Storm’s lap again, and pulling her legs over his broad shoulders.

  The heat from his breath made her flinch, then she lifted her hips a bit, trying to encourage his attention where she desperately needed it.

  It wasn’t his tongue which connected with her skin, but his thick finger. He flicked, smoothed, caressed, and teased her sensitive skin.


  Her face had to mirror her frustration. It felt so good, but not quite enough to help her return to the same level of excitement. Her face was finally released and she looked down to see what Master Stanley was doing to her.

  He smiled at her from between her legs, sucking on his fingers, coated with her excitement. Then he returned to explore her clit with a slippery digit.

  Her lips bucked and her legs squeezed around his head, trying to force him to use his mouth.

  “Beg,” Master Stanley ordered, as Storm pulled her legs open.

  Hell, no, Kelli thought silently, before giving in. “Please.”

  “I think he’s going to need you to be a bit more specific, naughty girl,” Master Steven said after sucking one of her breasts.

  “Please use your mouth to make me come?” She didn’t recognize her own voice any longer.

  “Use your fingers to show him where,” Storm demanded. He grabbed her palm and moved it forward.

  Embarrassed but thrilled, her hand lowered and started rubbing against her clit. It was so full and hot. It would not take much stimulation to explode.

  As if reading her thoughts, Storm kept his hand over hers, allowing her to touch herself only briefly.

  A hot tongue darted out, circling her clit. Master Stanley gave her a sly grin, his finger reaching down lower and dipping inside her channel. “Tell me, Kelli, have you every had multiple orgasms? No? Oh, baby girl, you are in for one hell of a present tonight.”

  Chapter 7

  Kelli was lifted off of Master Storm’s lap and eased to the floor. Before she knew it, she was on all fours, her ass lifted high in the air. “You will not come until we give our permission,” she heard the oldest brother demand. Without looking, she knew he was posed behind her, ready to sink inside her the moment she gave her word.