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  It was a powerful mix, and I was soon digging my tongue deep inside her to seek out more of this erotic treat. Kelly wriggled and writhed as I licked her clean. As she whimpered and moaned, I moved my mouth to her clit and concentrated on bringing her to orgasm. She mewled and panted as I sucked and licked then grabbed a fistful of my hair so she could grind herself against my face even harder.

  “Yes, that’s it. Eat me, suck me, make me fucking come,” she pleaded. The sentences fell into incoherent moans and roars as her body convulsed, and she came all over my eager mouth and tongue.

  My cock had stiffened, I was horny and ready for more, but Kelly flung her legs over the side of the bed and walked over to my chest of drawers.

  “Come on. We better get the turkey in, or we’ll never eat today.” She slipped on one of my plain white t-shirts and passed me another one.

  “My boxers are in the top drawer,” I said as I pulled it on.

  “I know,” she replied. “But you’re not wearing any today.”

  She winked at my shocked look, and we both laughed. She walked past and kissed me, and we clung together in an embrace for a second.

  “Thank you,” I whispered in her ear, overcome by the emotions of having a fantasy fulfilled.

  “Thank you,” she replied and squeezed a naked buttock, causing my cock to jump. “Later,” she laughed and walked away from me. “I don’t want to wear out my new toy so early on Christmas morning.”

  It was certainly a surreal experience, preparing a turkey in nothing but my t-shirt and a plain black pinny. It had its advantages though. Every time I bent down, Kelly’s hand would cup a buttock or give me a playful slap. I was in a state of low, rumbling arousal through all the preparations.

  “Right,” she said. “Shall we go and see what’s on the telly? I’ll come back and put that veg on in an hour or so. We might be eating dinner a touch late but never mind.”

  “I’m sure we’ll have worked up quite an appetite by then.” I grinned.

  “Well, you certainly will, boy.” She winked. “I have plans for you.”

  “Yes, Mistress,” I replied with a lick of my lips. I still detected a faint hint of her taste mingled with mine, and my cock hardened in response.

  “Follow me,” Kelly commanded, so I did. She had lovely long legs, curvy and sensuous, and I was hypnotised by their movement as she walked.

  “Sit at my feet.”

  I didn’t even hesitate. I just sat on the floor with my back to the sofa beside her legs.

  “Good boy,” she cooed and ruffled my hair. I felt cherished in that moment and felt a tear well in my eye. I’d never felt such affection in such a simple action, and it seemed just a tad ironic that I felt so treasured in what many would think of as a demeaning situation.

  “Boy?” Kelly inquired.

  “Yes, Mistress.”

  “Give my feet a rub, will you? They’re tired.”

  “Certainly, Mistress.”

  I repositioned myself so that her foot was cradled in my lap and gently began to rub at the sole. Her toes were short and neatly spaced, her foot long and incredibly soft for a lady who spent a large amount of time on her feet every day in her job. I said nothing. I remembered my role, and I continued to massage. It elicited groans and whimpers of pleasure from Kelly’s lips.

  I looked up and followed the line of her sexy legs. Her t-shirt had rucked up around her waist, and as she relaxed, her legs lolled apart. I had a beautiful view of her moist pussy, and my cock responded by thickening and bumping against the sole of her foot.

  “Oh, boy, you’ve got my foot sticky. Lick it clean.”

  I don’t think I actually did, but I looked up, and she was smiling wickedly down on me, the arousal obvious in her eyes. I kept my gaze fixed to hers as I lifted her foot in my hands and extended my tongue to lap up and down the soft sole of her foot. She gasped lightly then groaned as my tongue traced her toes. Her eyes closed, and she flopped back on the sofa as I lapped.

  She tasted salty but unmistakably feminine as I swirled my tongue over and under her toes. Instinct took over, and I found myself plugging her big toe into my mouth. I sucked on it like a tasty boiled sweet, and a scream exploded from her lips. She encouraged me to suck all the harder.

  I couldn’t hold myself back, and my lips slipped up to her ankle. I anticipated the sharp command to stop, but it never came. So I continued to climb the slippery slopes of her gorgeous calf, pausing to lazily run my tongue over the sweet dent in the back of her knee. Kelly giggled uncontrollably, and I moved higher before she could tell me to stop. I needed to taste her.

  She must have known, or she was driven by the same need as she pulled herself to the edge of the sofa and spread her legs wide apart for me. I didn’t tease. It wasn’t the time. I ran my tongue directly into that juicy treat. I feasted upon the sweet nectar there. My lips kissed, my tongue licked and my whole mouth covered her cunt. I wanted to suck all of her down. I needed to devour her. I was crazed with lust.

  My cock throbbed and ached, but I did not touch it. I was completely focused on her pleasure and every whimper, every curse sent pleasure waves through me. When her hands cradled my head and her fingers wrapped themselves in my hair, I swear I came without ejaculating. The intense jolt of ecstasy that shocked through me from tip to toe as she came with a gush on my face was a revelation of joy. I enjoyed her pleasure as much as my own, if not more so, in fact.

  “Naughty,” she gasped and pulled me away from her pulsating pussy by my hair.

  “Ow,” I yelped.

  “Did I say you could lick my cunt, boy?”

  “Well, no…but you didn’t say I couldn’t…”

  “Be quiet,” Kelly commanded. “I didn’t ask you to speak. I didn’t say you could lick me. You deserve to be punished. Up.”

  She pulled on my hair as she stood, and I followed suit. She walked me over the corridor to the dining room where we had set one end of the table for our Christmas banquet with crackers and streamers. She positioned me at the other end of the long dark wood table and pressed me down until my chest touched the white cotton tablecloth and my arse stuck out.

  “Stay there, exactly there, while I check the turkey. Do not move. Do you understand?”

  “Yes, Mistress.”

  It is not comfortable standing so close to a table with a hard on. Every little shift I made bumped it against the cloth or the table, but it wouldn’t go down because I was anticipating what would happen when she came back.

  It might not have been the most orthodox of Christmas presents, but it was certainly the best one I had ever received. Some people say you shouldn’t pursue your fantasies as the reality will never live up to it. I think they’re wrong.

  My fantasy was not a complicated one, and maybe I had been lucky in finding such a willing partner, but so far I had not been disappointed. I might have hated that ugly handbag and disliked the shallow woman I’d bought it for, but without it, I would never have met Kelly.

  “The turkey is fine,” Kelly’s voice carried across the hall, and she continued to talk as she came closer. “Now to deal with a naughty boy who can’t follow simple instructions.”

  Her voice stopped just behind me, and I became aware of the body in close proximity to mine.

  “God, you’ve got a lovely arse,” she growled then spanked one cheek with her bare hand. I slumped forward, banging my poor tortured cock against the table. Something thudded onto the table beside me, but before I had time to wonder what it was, more slaps rained down upon my exposed buttocks.

  She wasn’t being gentle either. Each slap hurt. I was yelping like a hysterical puppy after a moment or two, and my bottom felt as if it was on fire, but my cock just throbbed with pleasure. I felt close to orgasm without touching myself, and although I begged her to stop, I kept my hands on the table above my head and silently urged her on. I needed to come.

  She must have sensed my level of arousal, or it was just cruel coincidence that when I got to ju
st that point before the very pinnacle of pleasure, she stopped spanking me.

  “I think you’re enjoying that far too much,” she laughed. “You’re such a dirty pervert. Getting off on a pretty girl punishing you. You’re such a slut.”

  My bottom stung, and her words did nothing to stop the arousal flowing through my veins. My cock screamed for release, but I could not move my hands and I didn’t think that talking out of place would get Kelly to help me out of my current predicament. I heard the scrape of something being pulled off the table, then I felt the slap of wood against skin.

  “Well, I’ll have to get a proper paddle, maybe a cane too, because I am quite sure this will not be the last time I have to punish you, but for now, this will do.”

  I wanted to ask what it was, but I didn’t want to get into even more trouble.

  “Ten strokes should teach you your lesson.” She wasn’t talking to me. She was just voicing her thoughts aloud, and the next moment, I screamed out in agony as a heavy square of wood impacted my sore skin. “Oh yes, it works quite well,” she laughed and swung again.

  It must have be one of the wooden spatula’s from the kitchen, and each impact made me cry out. It stung, and I had to ball my hands into fists to stop myself from reaching back to protect my bottom. Oh, it was so painful, but that pain in my buttocks suffused my groin with an amazing warmth that made me want to beg for more when she finished her ten strokes.

  “Oh, pretty pink,” she laughed, then in a serious tone, she spoke to me once more. “Straighten up.”

  I did, and I winced as the skin on my abused bottom flexed.

  “Now, take three steps back.”

  I followed the instruction even though I didn’t understand why I was doing so.

  “Good.” She walked in front of me. “Have you learnt your lesson, boy?”

  “Yes, Mistress,” I replied quickly.

  “I doubt it.” She smiled. “But I do like your eagerness to learn.”

  She hopped onto the table and pulled the white t-shirt up and over her head. I feasted on the visual delights of her breasts with their hard nipples that just begged to be sucked. She spread her thighs and winked.

  “Fuck me.” It was a command, not an exclamation, and I was not going to disobey this one. I strode forward and ignored the fire in my arse as I did so. I gathered her buttocks in my hands, spread her wide open and speared her with my aching dick.

  She groaned in unison with me as I slammed into her and quickly established a furious rhythm that made the table creak and rock from the force of my impacts. I was wild with lust, my bottom was so hot and the heat seemed to seep through to my cock that seared her depths as we fucked.

  She chanted “Yes” over and over again as I came closer and closer to my orgasm. It bubbled up inside me and filled my whole being with euphoria. I needed that orgasm. I was desperate for it. My nails dug into her buttocks as I held her there. I lifted her to meet me, then as she clenched in pleasure, I came with a roar.

  I sounded like a lion as I let out a deluge of noise from my lips and a flood of cum from my ecstatic cock. It was pure joy, absolute relief, and it made my heart ache with love for the woman who had provided it for me. I couldn’t love her—I’d not even known her for a whole day—but my heart told me differently. I looked down on Kelly, naked and panting, and I knew in that moment that I never ever wanted to be apart from this amazing woman, my Mistress.

  “Fuck, that was good. You can follow some instructions then,” she laughed.

  “Yeah, simple ones,” I replied with a wink.

  “I better get the veg on.” She sat up and wrapped her arms around me.

  “Okay,” I replied. “I’ll help.”

  “Are you all right?” she asked, and I nodded into her shoulder, reluctant to let her go.

  “Very much so.”

  “Oh good. I was worried I’d gone too far with the spatula.”

  “Oh, hell no,” I exclaimed. “That was amazing. A great Christmas present. Now I feel I have to give you one just as special.”

  “You gave me you,” she replied.

  “Yes, but I don’t feel like I’m giving anything to you. I feel like I’m getting it all.”

  “That’s not true, I can assure you.” She kissed my cheek. “But maybe later you can give me something extra special. Now let’s get this dinner sorted.”

  * * * *

  “Seconds?” Kelly asked as I forced the last mouthful of turkey into my already over-full stomach.

  “Oh, hell no. Not now anyway. I am stuffed!”

  “So was the turkey.” She giggled and stood up. As she reached across to my plate, I shook my head.

  “No, leave it. We’ll clear up in a bit. It’s time for the Queen’s speech.”

  “Oh yeah. So it is.”

  I’ve never been a royalist but listening to what the Queen had to say had become a Christmas tradition, and as everyone knows, you cannot muck about with tradition.

  “I don’t think the Queen would approve of our attire,” Kelly laughed a few moments into the speech.

  I looked down at my naked bottom half then glanced over at hers.

  “She’d be totally offended by my hairy legs, but who could be offended by your nakedness?”

  She blushed as she batted at my arm. “Oh, hush,” she said.

  And I laid a gentle kiss on her forehead. She snuggled closer, and I relaxed into the first Christmas day I had enjoyed since being a little kid.

  “We really should do those pots,” Kelly sighed as the classic James Bond music slipped from the television.

  “They can wait. What can’t wait is your present. What do you want?”

  “I’ve never been very good at this.” She bit her bottom lip. “But there is something that I think you could give me that I’ve wanted for a long, long time.”

  “What?” My heart thumped in anticipation. I would have given her anything at that moment, anything at all that she asked for. I just wanted to make her happy.

  “It’s a bit, well, embarrassing, can I whisper it?”

  “Sure,” I said. “But you do realise the Queen’s gone now, and I’m pretty certain James Bond is too busy saving the world to be ear-wigging on our conversation.”

  “Shut up.” She thumped me in the arm. “And listen.”

  She leant in, and with one hand resting on my shoulder, she whispered into my ear. “I’m not a virgin, as you know, but I do still have one virgin hole, and I want you to be my first.”

  My cock stiffened, and she continued, “I want you to fuck my arse, Patrick. I know you’ll be gentle. Please indulge me. I want to experience anal sex.”

  “Yes,” I replied quickly. “Yes, of course. Come upstairs with me. Let’s get comfy.”

  “Right now?” Kelly wrinkled her brow.

  “No time like the present,” I replied. I took her hand and placed it on my thickening cock.

  “Okay,” she gasped. “You will be gentle, won’t you?”

  “Of course. This is your present from me. I want it to be pleasurable for you.”

  I held her hand all the way to the bedroom then let go only for a moment. I delved into my bedside cabinet and pulled out a small bottle of lube I had secreted in there for long, leisurely wanks. She smiled appreciatively when she saw it, and I climbed onto the bed with her, desperate to calm her fears and arouse her lusts.

  She was already wet when I ran my fingers down from her waist to between her thighs, and as I nuzzled her neck, I lazily fingered her cunt. I felt her relax. Pulling off her t-shirt then my own, I relished the sensation of her naked skin against mine. I pressed her down into the bed and ran kisses down over her breasts and stomach to the juncture of her thighs. She sighed happily as I settled into deeply French kissing her cunt. I would have stayed there between her thighs forever, pleasuring her with my mouth if I could.

  As I brought her close to orgasm with my mouth I slipped my finger into her wetness then trailed it between her buttocks to her tig
ht hole. I traced my finger around and around then gently pressed in. She gasped and bucked against my face but did not protest as I pressed the rest of my digit slowly inside of her. I set up a slow rhythm that synchronised with the lick and suck of my mouth on her clit, and after a matter of moments, she came with a loud scream.

  “I want to see your face,” I panted as I scrambled to my knees. “So I am going to lift your hips with some pillows. Tell me if you’re not comfortable.”

  She nodded, and I pulled down two pillows and propped her bottom atop them. I grabbed the bottle of lube off the table and squeezed some into my hand. I could hear her ragged breathing, and although I was eager to be inside her arse, I reminded myself to go slow. I had to make this perfect for her. I took a deep breath, and with one hand, I pushed her legs back towards her chest whilst with the other I rubbed lube into her anus.

  One finger slipped in easily then two. She made the most erotic keening noise as I slowly fucked the third finger into her arse.

  “I think you’re ready for my cock now,” I whispered and took my fingers out of her, she moaned in frustration. Quickly, I covered my cock with cold lube, but even that did not make it wilt. I was so ready to fuck her.

  Gently, I rested my hands on the back of her thighs as I pressed my cock to her tiny hole. I pushed forward, and she let out a worried squeak.

  “Just relax, darling. I’m not going to hurt you.”

  She relaxed her tightened muscles, and my cock head slipped in. Oh, fuck she was tight. It was sweet torture. I wanted to ram into that tight warm place until I exploded, but I went slowly and enjoyed every gasp of pleasure from her lips.

  “So full,” she moaned, and her face creased up with pleasure.

  “Play with your clit,” I demanded as I slowly pulled back before gently thrusting in again. As she leisurely rubbed her clit, I built up the rhythm.