The Festive Handbag Read online

  “She’s not worth it,” I whispered, and I felt her body unclench.

  “It’s none of your business, Taylor. Get out.”

  “But it’s Christmas Eve, and I was going to tell you all about it. He was taking advantage of me.”

  “Yeah, right. That’s why you were moaning and groaning in ecstasy over his shitty cock.” I shook my head and walked up the steps. Poor old Kelly was dragged up beside me.

  “I’ll help you pack, eh?” I pushed past Taylor and somehow let go of Kelly’s arm. I ran up the stairs and to the bedroom where I opened the wardrobe door and started ripping out all her clothes.

  I’d just gotten the bedroom window open when both women charged in.

  “No!” Taylor yelled, “Not the Dior!”

  “Don’t, Patrick.” It was Kelly’s voice. “Let her pack.”

  Taylor and I both looked around in disbelief.

  “Look,” She said. “You’re clearly breaking up. Let’s do it with a bit of respect, eh? It’s Christmas Eve. Come on, it’s not the time for fighting.”

  I pulled the dress back in and passed it to Taylor.

  “Fifteen minutes, that’s it,” I growled.

  “Okay.” She nodded and looked down at her shoes.

  I stormed past her and onto the landing. I was downstairs and in the kitchen before Kelly caught up with me.

  “You did the right thing.” She smiled and walked over.

  “Did I?” I snapped, a little angry that she’d sided with my ex.

  “Oh, don’t be like that,” she cooed. “You know it makes sense. If you’d have started hauling those hideous dresses out of the window, you’d have ended up in a screaming cat fight for hours. This way in—”She looked at her watch. “—twelve minutes she’ll be gone, and we can, you know, eat.”

  “Eat, yes.” I traced a finger down her jaw line and smiled. “I’m so sorry about all this.”

  “Shhh,” she whispered and rubbed herself against my chest. “It wasn’t your fault. Erm, tell me again what did you see in her anyway?”

  “Fuck knows.” I shrugged and pecked her lips. “Now let’s find that menu for the Chinese. I fancy sweet and sour.”

  “I want something hot,” she purred.

  “Later,” I grinned, and we looked over the menu together. “I’ll ring it through then, yeah?”

  “Sure,” she replied, and she disappeared below the counter top.

  “What are you doing?” I asked then dialled the number for the Chinese.

  “You’ll see,” she said cryptically, then I did. She pulled down my zip and dragged my cock from the confines of my boxers. Before it was even out in the air, it was hardening, and it took only the merest squeeze from her delicate, cool fingers for it to grow even further.

  “But Taylor’s still upstairs,” I hissed, forgetting the phone ringing out in my hand.

  “Well, she’s not getting any,” she replied and pressed me into her warm mouth. Just as I moaned in delight, the guy at the Chinese answered the phone.

  “Erm…yes…right,” I stuttered as her tongue lazily laved my aching flesh. “Can we have some food delivered, please? Yeah, okay. So can we have a Hot and Sour soup and some spring rolls.” My mind went blank again as her lips kissed the curls at the base of my cock, and it took all my strength not to yell out my ecstasy. “And erm, then we’d like a sweet and sour chicken and a Szechwan pork…yeah, both with rice, please.”

  Kelly was doing things to my dick I had only ever dreamed of before. She swallowed it with ease, and her tongue delicately caressed it. I found it hard to think straight.

  “And, erm, prawn crackers and, erm, a couple of fortune cookies, please…yes, that’s me…okay half an hour? Great. Thanks. Bye.” I slammed the phone onto its rest and grabbed her by the hair.

  “Fuck, you’re a tease,” I said as I pumped my hips. “And I’m going to come down your sexy fucking throat.”

  And I did with a guttural growl, and she sucked down every drop.

  “I’m going now.” It was Taylor. She was stood in the hall opposite me. I didn’t know how long she’d been there.

  “Right,” I replied as Kelly rose from her knees, licking her lips.

  “Bye.” She smiled and waved. The look on Taylor’s face was something I’d not forget in a long while. It was a cross between disgust and absolute horror with a side order of shock thrown in for good measure.

  “You’re evil.” I shook my head as the door slammed shut.

  “What? I told you I was hungry. I needed a snack.” She reached her hands around my neck and pulled me to her. I eagerly kissed her and tasted my own salty deposit as my tongue slipped between her lips. It turned me on, much to my surprise, and I couldn’t get enough of that taste.

  “Wicked,” I muttered as she pulled away once more.

  “Yes, yes, I am.” She winked. “Now, where’s the cutlery? I want to rip into that take away the minute it arrives.”

  We had good conversation to go with our good Chinese. Kelly was a woman of many surprises, and she was as intelligent as she was beautiful. She knew about football and a little about cars, and we even scraped past a few political topics. It was so nice holding a conversation that wasn’t based around a colour of nail varnish or the latest fashion accessory or what I really thought of Paris Hilton.

  It was bliss.

  “So, I’ll wash, and you’ll dry?” She put the plates down on the side and flipped on a tap.

  “Yes, Ma’am,” I replied, cheekily saluting her.

  “Good reply. I like a man who knows how to respect his betters.” She giggled then, a sweet sound that belied the harshness of what she had said, but I liked having her play the dominant role. I wanted her to boss me about. It didn’t take long to tidy away, and once we had, we slipped onto the sofa with a shared sigh of relief.

  “That was good,” she said and curled her body around my arm. “I’m full now.”

  “Same here,” I replied and kissed her hair.

  “And I’m so comfy here, I don’t want to go home.”

  “You don’t have to,” I said. “You’re coming for dinner tomorrow. You might as well stay over.”

  “But what am I going to wear?” she asked. “I can’t wear this monstrosity any longer. It’s itchy.”

  “You can borrow something of mine.” I shrugged. “Or you can go naked. I won’t mind.”

  “Ha, that’d put you off your turkey, love,” Kelly replied dryly.

  “It might distract me from it, yes, but put me off? Never.”

  “How do you know? You’ve not seen me fully naked, yet.”

  “Well, go on, strip for me then.”

  “Music Maestro,” she demanded, and I picked up the remote off the table and flicked on the stereo to hear the sultry tone of Santa Baby flowing through the airwaves.

  “Perfect.” I smiled and settled back into the sofa, my hands on my knees to stop them from shaking.

  “I’ve never done anything like this.” She licked her lips and let out a deep breath. “Fuck it.” A hesitant smile spread across her lips, and she stood up. First, she lost one shoe then the other as she stalked forward, her powerful hips swayed seductively. She turned to face me, and I noticed the top buttons on her blouse were undone, revealing the bra beneath.

  Her body undulated gently, and she giggled as she skimmed her fingers over her curves. Her cheeks were flushed red, and I knew she was feeling a little uncomfortable, but she pushed on, and as another button loosened, my cock hardened further.

  “Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” I moaned as the last button gave and swung back to reveal her pale flesh. She gained confidence as she rocked her hips to the beat and spun around as she played with the zipper on her skirt. She faced away from me as she bent at the knees and stuck out her behind. She slowly teased the skirt down and exposed the prim and proper cotton knickers beneath.

  I had to pop open my fly as she let the skirt fall to the floor. Her movements were more confident now as she shook
and shimmied, bouncing her arse up and down for me. She teased me with glimpses of hot flesh beneath.

  When she turned again, I had my cock in my hand, and she groaned as she noticed. My cock throbbed for her, and I squeezed it as she slipped one bra strap then the other down her arms. I leisurely wanked as she danced, her gaze flicking between my face and my crotch as she did so. She lost her bra. I don’t know how those fastenings loosened so freely and easily, but they slipped away, and her bountiful breasts bounced for me. I bit my lip to distract myself or I would have come in great spurts right at that very moment.

  “So, what do you think?” she teased, her fingers gripped onto the sides of her knickers.

  “Get ‘em off,” I gasped, and she arched a brow at me.

  “Uh-uh, that’s not the way to ask nicely now, is it?”

  “Take them off for me, please?” I begged. Her words tapped into one of my favourite fantasies.

  “Pardon?”

  “Please, please take your knickers off so I can admire your naked body, please.” I hesitated for just a moment before finishing with, “Mistress.”

  “That’s better, boy.” She grinned and beckoned me forward with a finger.

  “You take them off for me,” she demanded, and I eagerly fell to my knees in front of her. I made a grab for her knickers.

  “No, no,” she tutted and stepped back. “No hands.”

  I shuffled forward again until my nose touched the gentle curve of her stomach, and I gripped the material of her knickers in my teeth. I was so turned on I could barely breathe. Each inhalation filled my senses with her musky scent, and the dry cotton in my mouth slipped from side to side as I swung my head to and fro, eager to get my mouth on her cunt.

  “No,” she giggled. “No, that tickles, naughty boy.” She slapped me on the top of the head and I stopped. “Gently,” she demanded, “or else.”

  The delicious threat hung in the air as I once again gripped the cotton between my lips. I took my time, and the knickers slowly slipped down her hips mouthful by mouthful. They slipped down her thighs and I groaned with delight as the soft brown hairs of her pussy came into sight followed by the pink pouting lips of her wet sex.

  “Now what?” she gasped, and from the tone of her voice, I knew she was as turned on as I was.

  “Can I lick you please, mistress?”

  “I don’t see why not.” She shrugged and my tongue eagerly flicked out to sample the moisture that clung to her feminine lips. I grabbed her by the hips and pulled her hard against my face. My hands locked around her buttocks as I forced my face into her hot sex. I licked and poked and lost myself in her.

  “Hold on.” A sharp pain pierced my scalp, and I pulled back, her hand gripping my hair.

  “You’re going to knock me over,” she gasped, her chest and face flushed. “Eager beaver. Let me sit down.”

  She moved to the sofa and sat down with her bottom right on the edge, her legs spread lewdly. Gone was the coy young lady, and here was the confidant woman, demanding sexual satisfaction.

  I crawled over on my hands and knees, my loosened trousers pulled from my legs and forgotten behind me as I pushed my face into her heavenly scented crotch. I pulled her thighs apart and tipped her hips to expose her ripe fruit to my eager mouth. I ate her then like a sweet watermelon in summer. I devoured her tender flesh with licks and sucks, and she screamed her pleasure, rewarding me with wave after wave of sweet juice.

  “Fuck me,” she cried, her pulsating pussy crushing my probing tongue. “I need your cock in my cunt, now.”

  And who was I to argue? I pulled my face from her, and she flipped over onto her knees, offering me her peachy arse and her plump sex, red and begging to be fucked.

  My cock slid into her, and the tightness both eased and exasperated my condition. I rejoiced to be inside her and set a hard thrusting rhythm that made her buttocks shake with each impact of my flesh against hers. My fingers dug into her hips as I tried desperately to squeeze every second of ecstasy from the moment. I was suspended in sexual rapture and torn between wanting to be right there, buried inside of her forever, and the need to come.

  “Come for me,” she begged and made the decision for me. “Fill me, I need your hot cum.” She arched her back and pressed harder against me. She squeezed internally, and I came with a roar so loud I swear I heard glass tinkling in the distance.

  “Fuck,” she groaned, leant forward and pulled her body away from mine. I collapsed next to her on the sofa. “Damn, you’re good,” she purred as she snuggled into my t-shirt-clad body.

  “Not as good as you,” I conceded and dropped a kiss on the top of her head.

  “Bedtime?” she whispered a moment later, and I realised she had just woken me from slumber.

  “Mmm, yes. I do believe you’ve worn me out.”

  “I hope you’re batteries will be fully charged tomorrow, darling. I’ve barely gotten started with you.”

  I stood up and pulled her with me towards the stairs.

  “I will be ready to fulfil your every need tomorrow, Mistress.” I bowed my head, and she chuckled deep in her throat.

  “Now that’s a Christmas present and a half.”

  “I know I’m a lucky man,” I replied, and I truly meant it.

  Chapter Three

  “Patrick?” I woke to her lips on my cheek, and her question in my ear.

  “Hmmm.”

  “I feel bad. I haven’t gotten you anything for Christmas.”

  “Well…” I yawned and stretched. “I’ve not bought anything for you either, but you have given me something.” I reached out and pulled her to me and pressed my regular morning hard on into her soft curves.

  “Somehow I think that’s your present for me, darlin’.”

  “It’s a two way thing,” I purred and kissed the soft skin at Kelly’s neck. The warm scent of her aroused my senses. “Anyway, what do you want for Christmas?”

  “Hmm, I don’t know.” Her voice was low and throaty, and it made my body ache with need for her. I groaned and sharply took in breath as her fingers travelled down under the sheets and gripped my cock. “I think I’d quite like this,” she replied.

  “Then it’s yours,” I gasped as she lazily stroked and squeezed my excited member. “All day, whenever you want it, however you want it, it’s yours.”

  “You’re going to be my sex slave?” She grinned and tightened her grip on my cock,

  “Yes, Mistress,” I replied, and her grin got wider.

  “But what will your present be?” she teased my cock up and down over her stomach, gently catching the tip against her pubis.

  “I want to be your slave, Mistress. It’s always been a fantasy of mine. It will be my ultimate pleasure to serve you.” I’d been fantasising about being dominated for as long as I had had sexual feelings, yet not one of my girlfriends had ever tapped into that. I was longing to feel more of Kelly’s dominant touch. It would be the ultimate Christmas gift.

  “Well in that case…” She pressed my cock against her slick lips. “I will be your Mistress today. I hope you’re going to be a good boy for me.”

  “I will try, Mistress,” I groaned as she let go of my cock.

  “Yes, that’s the right answer.” She pushed me onto my back and swung her leg across my body. She poised her wet pussy just above my straining prick.

  “Do you want my cunt, boy?” Kelly growled and rubbed a finger along her moist slit, teasing her clit.

  “Yes, Mistress.”

  “Are you sure?” she dipped the finger inside herself then trailed it back to her erect pearl, and I humped the air in frustration.

  “Yes, Mistress. Please let me fuck your cunt.”

  “Good boy,” she groaned as she sank down onto my dick, her wet folds settled around my hardness and her warm depths seared my excited cock with heat. She undulated powerfully on me and set a slow, steady rhythm that milked the maximum pleasure from my cock. I was panting for release after a matter of moments.
r />   “Don’t you dare come,” she gasped. “Not until I say you can, understand me?”

  “Yes, Mistress,” I replied through gritted teeth. I tried desperately to distract myself from the pleasure building in my used cock, but I could not think of anything else but the ecstasy of her cunt using me. I scratched at the sheet and tried desperately to hang on as her hips bucked at a faster pace. Her breaths were more laboured, and I knew that if I just hung on for a second more, she’d get her pleasure, too.

  I opened my eyes, and it was my undoing. Her naked body bounced so gracefully on my cock, her boobs bobbed up and down, their hard pink peaks achingly beautiful against the cream of her soft breasts. Her eyes were closed tightly, and her unruly curls framed her face so perfectly, one was across her cheek next to her full, parted lips.

  I came. I didn’t want to, but the intensity of the moment was too perfect, and my cock blossomed with pleasure as I cried out my disappointment.

  “What did I say?” she gasped, her cheeks flushed and her hands on her hips like a disgruntled teacher.

  “Not to come until you told me to, Mistress.”

  “So why did you disobey me?”

  “I’m sorry, Mistress. You looked so beautiful, and my cock felt so good in your cunt.”

  “Don’t blame me for your problem,” she growled and pulled herself up and off my softened dick.

  “I’m not. I’m sorry, Mistress. I’ll do better next time.”

  “Pfft.” What a dismissive sound. “If I let there be a next time.”

  She lay back on the bed and spread her legs wide.

  “Right, you can lick my pussy until I come, slave. I need my orgasm.”

  I looked between her spread legs, her cunt sticky with my cum, and my jaw just dropped.

  “What are you waiting for, boy? I gave you an order.”

  And she had. I moved between her legs. I wanted desperately to please her, but I had never done this before, and I was hesitant to try. Was this a step to far? No, I couldn’t let it be. I’d always wanted to play this game, so I would play it to the fullest.

  I lay on my stomach and traced my tongue along the inside of her thigh. She moaned, and it encouraged me on. At the juncture of her thighs, I flicked my tongue timidly against her plump folds and took my first taste of our combined juices. It was salty but not unpleasant, and I ran my tongue the length of her slit to take a bigger mouthful of my seed mixed with her sweet nectar.