Are you Santa’s little helper?
Well,
you’re a proper little belter
I love the
little pixie boots
And the red
velvet dress really suits
The Santa
hat looks very smart
The stripy
stockings stir the heart
And I’d
like to see your garters
But give me
a kiss for starters
December 13th
In mid-December wealthy businessman Oliver Beaumont was in Scotland
for the funeral of an old family friend, and the wake was held at the Glen
Carrick Castle, which is where he was reunited with Pandora Molesworth, a very distant cousin.
After a
pleasant dinner together accompanied by copious quantities of booze, and then the
restaurant staff made it clear that they had worn out their welcome, so she said
“Let’s go to your room for a Nightcap”
In his room after a period of conversation she initiated a sexual
encounter but as his hands explored her thigh beneath her hem, she suddenly
broke off
“Stop! It’s
no good” she said
“Hang on
what’s wrong?” he asked
“The same
thing that always bloody happens” she snarled “Nothing”
So, their newfound relationship had begun in very inauspicious
circumstances when her attempted seduction ended with her confession of
frigidity.
“At boarding school, they called me Frigid Freda” she replied, and he
giggled
“Stop it,
it’s not funny,” she said laughing herself
“Oh, it
really is” he responded
However,
following a few consolatory brandy’s, they ended up sleeping in the same bed.
It was gone
11 o’clock when he woke up next morning, laying on the bed with Pandora next to
him, she was wearing black tights, and matching bra and knickers and she looked
really hot, he smiled because now he didn’t have to imagine what underwear she
was wearing.
But she was
still sleeping, he did consider testing to see if she had any morning moisture,
but he was feeling a bit fragile from the previous night’s excesses, so he
contented himself with ogling her briefly before he pulled the cover up over
them.
It was an
hour later the next time he woke, and Pandora was hugging him, and he was
instantly aroused.
However,
when he moved his head on the pillow a pain filled it like it had been hit with
a shovel, so his erection abated.
He gingerly
lifted his head off the pillow and walked to the bathroom to take some
Paracetamol and then took a glass of water and two tablets to Pandora who was
just waking.
On the way
back to the bathroom for a pee he flicked the kettle on and after a satisfying
cupper, the pills began to do their job and they both felt well enough and
indeed sufficiently human enough to eat, unfortunately they had missed
breakfast, and very nearly missed lunch as well, so they ordered from room
service and decadently ate it in their underwear.
After their
impromptu lunch she checked her phone, and it was dead.
“Do you have
a charger?” she asked
“Yes, it’s by the TV”
She plugged in her phone and after a minute it came to life, and she
began checking her messages.
“Damn, I’ve missed my ride home” she said “they left five hours ago”
“Where is home these days?” he asked
“Northchapel” she replied, “And you?”
“Still Chapel Hill”
“Can I come back with
you?” she asked
“Of course,”
“I don’t
mind sharing the driving” Pandora said
“Oh, I
don’t drive” he said
“You can’t
drive?” she asked
“No, I can
drive, I just don’t” he corrected her
“Why not?”
she asked
“It’s a
long story”
“So, are we
flying then?” she asked
“God no,
flying I can’t do” he admitted
“So how are
we getting home exactly?” Pandy asked
“Train
obviously” he replied as he opened his laptop, and five minutes later he had a
first-class compartment reserved for the 7am train the next morning
“Tomorrow?”
she exclaimed “But I’m only booked in here for one night”
“No problem,
we can share the bed again” he suggested “As long as you promise to control
your urges”
“Very amusing”
she said and grinned
Are you wearing Christmas garters?
Answer me
that one for starters
Beneath
your dress up high
Around your
black clad thigh
Where the
black sheath is stopping
Where they
are lacy at the topping
Are there
festive garter rings
Sexily placed
decorative things
Please
answer this one for starters
Are you
wearing Christmas garters?
December 12th
It was mid-December
when wealthy businessman Oliver Beaumont was in Scotland for the funeral of an old
family friend.
The wake
was held at the Glen Carrick Castle, after what he considered to be a Proper
funeral, where everyone wore black, the men in black suits and ties and the
women in the whole ensemble.
Which was
nice, it was tradition, he liked tradition, he didn’t like informal funerals
because he also liked women in black, and he liked everything to be black, and
he always imagined their underwear to be black whether they were or not.
He gave the
room a cursory glance and all the women were in black, which gave him a bit of
a semi.
Before he
got himself a drink, he decided to relieve himself, before he got so aroused
that he wouldn’t be able to.
It was when
he re-entered the hall that he first spotted Pandora Molesworth,
who was talking to the vicar, she was a good-looking young woman
in her mid-twenties, brown hair, quite tall, very elegant and a lovely figure.
The fact that he imagined she was wearing all the gear beneath the
black dress made her even more attractive and he detected a slight hint of a
trouser tickle.
His imagination then ran away with him as he pictured her in black bra
and panties, black tights or even better stockings, a lacy teddy, French silk
Cami knickers, Basques, Corsets, camisoles, chemises, silk drawers, thongs,
satin bodices, and garters.
His mind was in a spin and as he studied her across the room
harbouring thoughts of the hidden delights and then she looked straight at him
and blushed as if she knew what he was thinking.
After he lost sight of her in the crowd he went off in search of a
drink and then he started to picture every woman in the ballroom in stockings and
suspenders and mused on the nature of each accompanying undergarment.
He spotted a couple of women in the room who’s under things were not a
mystery to him following previous gatherings and the reminiscence of those
sensual interludes resulted in increased arousal.
He decided to mingle with the crowd to try and take his mind off black
underwear, it didn’t work so he looked for the lovely brunette again but to no
avail.
As the
afternoon wore on and the mourners began to disperse, he returned to his room to
freshen up and change into something more casual.
Later in
the day he was sitting at the Hotel bar, drinking a large Gin and Tonic, and
doing a spot of people watching, but the bar was so empty he exhausted that
exercise in less than five minutes.
So, he
turned his thoughts to the lovely brunette girl he’d seen earlier
and mused
on the possibly of spending some quality time expanding her sexual horizons,
and it was just when he was preoccupied imagining a particularly salacious
scenario in his head when a voice broke in.
“Oliver
Beaumont?” they said, and he turned
around to find the voice belonged to the attractive girl from the wake, still
dressed all in black,
“Yes!”
“Obviously, you don’t
recognize me” she said and laughed, so he thought it must be some woman he’d
slept with at some time and the encounter was so unmemorable he instantly
forgot her, which was embarrassing.
“I’m sorry”
he said “I’m afraid I don’t”
“Pandora
Molesworth” she said “I was sure you’d recognised earlier; you were staring at
me long enough”
“Pandy?” he
exclaimed relieved to find it wasn’t a woman he’d slept with and instantly forgotten,
but a very distant cousin “How lovely to see you”
“Do you
mind if I join you?” she asked.
“Not at
all” he said “please” and gestured to the neighbouring stool.
“Can I get
you a drink?” he asked
“Thank you,
yes,” she said and to the barman who had miraculously appeared “White wine
please”
“And for
you sir?” he asked
“I’ll have
the same again please”
While they
waited for their drinks he said
“You know
it’s hardly surprising that I didn’t recognize you, you have changed a bit
since we last met, and you were only ten at the time”
“I was 14,
it was just after you started at university, but I agree I am a little leaner
than I was then” she pointed out
“So, if you
didn’t recognize me earlier, why were you staring?”
“I wasn’t
aware that I was” he said defensively
“My God you
were mentally undressing me” Pandy said
“Not at
all,” said Oliver
“Then you
were imagining what underwear I had on” she said, and he blushed
“I knew it”
she said triumphantly and laughed a rather delightful laugh
They had a
couple of drinks in the bar and then went into the grill for some supper and
the conversation flowed, mainly consisting of news and stories about the family,
friends, and shared acquaintances.
The meal
came and went as did the coffee and liqueurs and then they got the
distinct impression the restaurant staff had had enough even if they hadn’t.
So, they bade the long-suffering staff a good night, even though it
was almost 1 am and headed, somewhat unsteadily towards their rooms.
Accompanied by raucous laughter they stumbled into the lift and unable
to press the button for the floor that they actually wanted Pandora decided to
hit them all.
“Nightcap” she said abruptly
“What?” he slurred
“Nightcap” she said “let’s go to your room for a Nightcap”
“Why my room?” he asked
“Because it’ll be bigger and better than mine” she replied
“Fare comment”
They reached the third floor and walked rather unsteadily to the door
and once he’d managed to finally use the swipe card correctly the door opened,
and Pandora fell in.
“Are we in the room yet” she said when he helped her to her feet
“Yes, it’s a suite” Oliver said
“It’s huge” she exclaimed
As she had already fallen down once, he sat her down on the sofa and
after some intense negotiations it was decided that coffee was the order of the
day.
Pandora had kicked of
her shoes and was sitting on the sofa with her legs up and he was facing her, also shoeless,
sat on a Regency stripped chair that he had pulled out from under the desk.
So, they sat there in her room drinking copious amounts of coffee and
chatting, during the course of the conversation the subject changed to the
journey home, and then onto personal relationships which was when she suddenly
got upset and tears started to well up in her eyes and then they ran down her
cheeks as she sobbed.
Oliver immediately stepped into action and knelt on the floor beside
her and offered himself up to comfort her with arms open wide.
“I’m sorry” she said gratefully accepting his open arms and burying
her tearstained face in his neck, Oliver made encouraging noises and stroked
her back, but being a shoulder to cry on was the full extent of his expertise
with a teary woman.
They held that position for some time until her sobs began to get
shallower and shallower and eventually abated, but still she held on tightly to
him and began to nuzzle his neck and he could feel her breath on his skin,
which he found very arousing.
While still nuzzling his neck her hands began to caress up and down
his back and her nuzzles turned to kisses, he reciprocated the caressing and
then in an instant her mouth was on his, and her lips were soft, her mouth was
hot, and her tongue was electric.
Pandora’s hands began to claw at his shirt, dragging it free of his
waistband then with great urgency she pulled herself up, so she was seated in
front of him as her fingers fumbled at his shirt buttons.
Then her trembling hands were on his flesh, and she exhaled a sigh
through her nose and then his hands explored her thigh beneath her hem, when
she suddenly broke off
“Stop! It’s
no good” she said
“Hang on
what’s wrong?” he asked
“The same
thing that always bloody happens” she snarled “Nothing”
“I don’t understand” he said “You need to explain in simple terms
because all the blood that powers my brain is now in my trousers”
“It’s simple, I fancy someone, they fancy me, we start the kissing and
cuddling, he gets as hard as iron, and I remain as dry as sandpaper”
“Oh, I see” he said “I don’t think coffee is going to help with this”
He got up and poured them both a brandy and sat next to her on the
sofa.
“So how
long has this been going on?”
“At boarding school, they called me Frigid Freda” she replied, and he
giggled
“Stop it,
it’s not funny,” she said laughing herself
“Oh, it
really is” he responded
“It’s not that I’m unwilling” she said “I really want to, like tonight
I really, really wanted to, as soon as I saw you at the funeral I wanted to,
I’ve wanted to since I was 12, I just don’t get …. wet”
“So have you never….” He began
“I’m not a virgin”, she said indignantly “I’ve done it a few times”
“Sorry”
“The only problem was none of them were particularly pleasurable
experiences” she explained and took another mouthful of brandy “I just don’t
get properly aroused, so they were all pretty much …. dry affairs”
“I’ll apologize in advance for being indelicate” he said “but what
about erm…. Fingering?”
“Oh yes” she said proudly “when I wake up to a moist morning, I take full
advantage of it”
“So, you have orgasmed?”
“Yes, but not the “eyes rolling back into your head” type” she said,
and Oliver got up and refilled their glasses.
When he sat down again, he made a suggestion
“Have you tried girls?”
Pandora just rolled her eyes
“Perhaps you’re gay” he elaborated
“Tried that at boarding school” she retorted “dry as a bone”
When he
didn’t respond Pandora said
“You’re
actually imagining me naked being fondled by schoolgirls, aren’t you?”
“Pretty
much, I can’t lie” he said picturing her sitting on a girl’s face.
Then she
turned to him and kissed him, and the kiss was lingering and provocative and
when she broke off, she put her hand on his lap smiled coyly at him and said,
“I wish I was as turned on as you are”
It also had the grand neighbourhood of
Granite Hill, which in a nod to San Francisco, the locals had nicknamed Nob
Hill, but it was at the other end of the town where patrons had been enjoying
Christmas Jumper Day, or more precisely, an ugly sweater night at The Sandcastle
Arms, which was where 25
year old Ausra Malinauskaite worked as a barmaid, and was the first hire of
Manager James Mosely, that had been 7 years earlier.
At the end
of a very profitable night the last of the patrons were ushered off the
premises and the doors bolted.
As soon as
the doors were locked Ausra and the other two bar staff, Danielle and Angela,
started clearing and wiping tables, while James stacked the dirty glasses in
the dishwasher.
Once
everything the other side of the bar was dealt with, James divvied up the tips.
Ausra
thought it was amazing how generous punters were when there were fit young
girls serving behind the bar.
On that
night they had been even more generous than usual so when it was divided up it
was well worth having, so everyone pocketed their windfall.
Ausra and
Angela were then let out by James and the door was bolted behind them, however
Danielle stayed on to help him cash up.
Although
she and Angela both knew that that was not the only reason, because Danielle
had it bad for James.
The girls
didn’t really get why because although he was a nice guy, he was singularly
unremarkable to look at.
Not that
how he looked affected Ausra, because she would have been a rival for
Danielle’s sexual favour’s because she was remarkable in almost every way,
brunette, attractive, tall, slender, leggy, busty and she would have entertained
her for hours.
Alas for
her, Danielle was a cock only kind of girl, but she thought Angela was a
possible prospect as the pretty 18-year-old was something of a blank page
having had no sexual experiences at all.
They looked
like an odd pair as they walked across the car park, a tall pale Lithuanian
with silver blonde hair and a little curvy Italian with a dark complexion and
black curls.
“What are
you doing tomorrow?” Ausra asked as she knew they both had the day off.
“Nothing at
all” Angela replied “Why?”
“I have an
assessment next week, so would you be my victim?”
Although
Ausra had done bar work for 7 years she was also training to be a masseur, it
would be better money than the pub and there were obvious perks.
“I could
really use the practice”
“Will I be
naked?” she asked
“Yes, but
the curtains will be drawn, and the light will be low” Ausra assured her “and I
have towels”
“Oh, ok
then” she replied innocently
The next
day Angela Panzera knocked on Ausra’s front door and
was greeted by her friend, adorned in a silk robe, who led her into her lounge,
which was dimly lit by candlelight, and in the middle of the room stood a
massage table.
“Is this ok
for you?” Ausra asked
“I think
so” she replied nervously
“Well, you
can go in the bedroom and undress” she suggested “come out as soon as you are
comfortable”
Ten minutes
later Angela emerged from the bedroom wrapped in a large white towel.
“Ok hon?”
Ausra asked
“Yes” she
replied falteringly and walked over to the table, and standing with her back to
Ausra, Angela let her towel drop to the floor and climbed onto the table and
lay face down on the towel Ausra had prepared and with a moistness in her
knickers she applied the oil and began to rub it into the little virgin’s soft
skin
“That feels nice” she said
“Only nice?” Ausra asked “The hot oil and my light touch should be
better than nice”
“Hmmm” she responded as she applied more pressure
“So, you’re enjoying it then” she said
“Hmmm” Angel responded again as she worked the muscles in her thighs. “Lovely”
“Lovely?” Ausra replied
“So, you’re pleased you agreed to be my victim”
“Oh yes” Angela said as Ausra kneaded her plump little buttocks and
slid her thumbs downward
“Are you going to do this for your assessment?” she asked with
surprise
“No, they don’t teach you this”
“Oh God” Angela moaned, as Ausra’s thumbs massaged her labia before
her long slender fingers parted her lips and Angela gasped
“Ooooh you’ve definitely passed” she moaned
Ausra pushed her legs slightly apart and slipped her fingertips into
her moistness and Angela responded vociferously as she let out a series of low
muffled moans as her fingers worked at her juicy flesh.
Ausra then pushed her thighs wide open until she was completely
accessible to her, and Angela squirmed in response to her erotic touch.
Ausra bent Angela’s right leg at the knee, which rolled her hips
slightly and then she climbed on the table with her, and Angela realized for the
first time that Ausra was also naked
As she lay between Angela’s legs, she raised herself up on one elbow
and looked around at Ausra pleadingly, so she kissed her hot mouth and cupped
her breast before removing her hand and penetrating Angela’s hot pussy tenderly
with two fingers.
“Oh God Ausra” she moaned
As she
walked home, Angela Panzera was smiling broadly, having begun the day nervous
and apprehensive she had ended it by brazenly sitting on Ausra’s face.
The beautiful Downshire village of Clerembeax St Giles was situated to
the west of Abbeyvale located between Grace Hill and Bushy Down and on the
outskirts was the Clerembeax Palace Hotel and Spa
which was where Frank, and Maisie Harris were staying for their company
Christmas party
The had been together for three years and married for one and were
reasonably happy, apart from the sex, which was basic and unremarkable, but
that all changed forever that Christmas, and all because of the plumbing.
The problem in the bedroom was that was the only place they had ever
had sex, it was always in the bedroom, always with the lights, either off or at
the very least, dimmed.
Oral sex rarely occurred and when it did the light were very
definitely off.
Maisie was the main problem because she was extremely shy and in the
three years, they had been intimate Frank had never seen her completely naked,
but that was about to change.
They had arrived at the hotel at midday and after checking in, they
went down to the bar to meet up with some of their fellow party guests and a
few drinks were consumed and by the time they had returned to the room they
both needed to pee.
Maisie got to the bathroom first and locked the door behind her, and a
few minutes later she screamed, a few moments after that the locked clicked and
the door opened, and she rushed out.
“There’s stuff in the toilet” she squealed
“What stuff?” he retorted
“Toilet stuff” she shouted
Frank went into the bathroom to check for himself, fully expecting it
to be a piece of soiled toilet paper, however when he lifted the lid, he almost
squealed himself, as the pan was filled to the brim with a brown liquid, he
didn’t want to investigate any closer, and a copious quantity of toilet paper
smeared with something else he didn’t want to be any more familiar with.
“Good God” he exclaimed and then joined Maisie in the bedroom
“I’ll ring down for help” he
said
“Tell them to hurry, I’m desperate” she said pleadingly
After reporting it to reception he was told someone would be with them
as soon as possible
“What am I going to do?” she whined and hopped from foot to foot “I
really need to go”
Frank was also desperate, but he was able to use the wash basin, that
wasn’t an option for Maisie as she was only four feet ten, the other option was
the shower cubicle, but he thought she might find that distasteful.
“Me too” he said but I have a solution so he went in the bathroom and
undressed, thinking that he could pee and shower at the same time.
He’d just managed the first part successfully and was about to turn on
the shower when Maisie screamed again so he rushed out to see what was wrong
“What’s happened?”
“I’ve wet myself that’s what happened” she growled as she wriggled out
of her wet leggings and pants
“I can’t wait any longer” she said and ran into the bathroom but did
so with such urgency that she forgot to lock the door, so he followed.
When he reached the door, she was squatting in the shower cubicle,
with her shirt pulled up around her middle, her thick ginger bush clearly
visible to him, and then she released a jet of piss against the glass panel,
which was long and sustained, and she wore an expression of bliss on her face.
Naturally such a sight gave Frank a serious erection, so he walked
towards her, and Maisie’s eyes were fixed on his cock and when he reached the
cubicle she took him in her
mouth, which surprised him as she normally needed encouragement to do that, she
was also fingering herself and he had never witnessed that, so he was certain
he was going to get his balls wet very soon.
When she had readied herself, she relinquished his cock pulled her
shirt off over her head, unhooked and discarded her bra, and got on all fours
so he could fuck her from behind.
Her moans rang around the cubicle and grew ever more intense as his
rhythm increased and then she screamed, and with her body shuddering before
him, he shot into her.
With his cock still twitching inside her hot pussy, she relaxed and
let out a long languorous sigh.
After a moment or two, he leant forward and kissed her on the neck and
as he slowly withdrew his cock from her comfortable cunny, and she sighed
again.
“I love you” Frank said
“I love you too,” Maisie said “but now I need to pee again”
“Can I watch?”
“You’re a perv”
“I know but can I watch?”
“Of course, you can” she replied and giggled “But you’d better move
out of the firing line”
So, he got to his feet and stood aside, leaving Maisie on all fours
where she expelled another jet of piss, less spectacular and less sustain than
before but none the less arousing, and as she squeezed out the last drops of
piss there was a knock on the door.
Downshire
is a relatively small English county but like a pocket battleship it packs a
lot in, a short but beautiful coastline, a channel port, the Ancient forests of
Dancingdean and Pepperstock, the craggy ridges and manmade lakes of the
Pepperstock Hills Nation Park, the rolling hills of the Downshire Downs, the
beautiful Finchbottom Vale and farm land as far as the eye can see from the
Trotwood’s and the Grace’s in the south, to the home of the Downshire Light infantry,
Nettlefield, and their affluent neighbour’s, Roespring and Tipton in the north
but our story begins in the West, to the south of Northchapel, in the beautiful
village of Chapel Hill.
There was
an expanse of green at the centre of the village complete with duckpond and a
weeping willow tree.
On the
north side of the green was the pub, The Woodcutters Tavern and attached to the
side of the pub there was a Stephenson’s general store and post office, across
the green from the pub was the Church, St Peter’s, with the vicarage to one
side and a row of shops ran alongside the road on the West of the green, Buckley’s
Greengrocer and Fruiterers, Boddington’s Butchers, Harvey’s Pharmacy, Bizzie Lizzie
Florists, Mazzone’s Hairdressers, Harrisons Hardware and Addison’s Bakery, and was also
where Dr Sarah
Constantine had her private practice and it was in her consulting room two
weeks before Christmas where she was consulting with new patient, Leo Wells
“I could be struck off,” Dr Sarah Constantine said
as she lay on the examination table in her consulting room, the skirts of her
dress rucked up around her belly, which covered neither her modesty nor her
fanny, “
The top half was laying loosely over her breasts and failed to
adequately cover either and bizarrely her tights and knickers were in a tangled arrangement around her ankle.
Leo Wells was sat on
the Doctors chair mostly naked, with his trousers and pants still around his
ankles, which he didn’t think at all bizarre.
“I’ll stroke you off if you
like,” he volunteered
“No, I mean it. I could be struck off for sleeping with a patient,”
she said earnestly
“Well, we’ll just have to stay awake then” he suggested
“It’s the staying awake part that you get struck off for”
There was silence for a few moments then she suddenly sat up and knelt
in front of him and kissed him.
“No regrets though” she said
“Not on my part either” Leo said, then she started pulling his pants
and trousers off, followed by his socks and then he was completely naked
Sarah smiled warmly at him and kissed him as her fingers started
caressing his flaccid member.
“I thought you were worried about being struck off”
“I’ll only get struck off once, no matter how many times we do it” she
pointed out
“Fair enough”
His manhood was now wide-awake, and she was tugging gently on his
shaft then Sarah’s lips left his and moved immediately to his cock, her tongue
feathering his purple head before devouring him in one delightful mouthful.
“Oh, Doctor that’s so good” he said while she was giving him great head
and sucked him back to life, producing a wonderful boner.
“Well, I suppose Orthopaedics is her field, so bones were her
specialty” he thought as her mouth left his cock.
Sarah stood up and prepared to climb aboard his cock, which was still
moist with her saliva and standing tall and proud due to her oral attentions.
The front of her dress had flopped down exposing her beautiful breasts
and her lacy black bra was still loosely around her shoulders like a redundant
shoulder holster.
However, Leo halted her progress with an outstretched hand.
“I want you completely naked” so she quickly complied, wriggling out
of her dress, and discarding her bra with a shrug.
Her tights and knickers remained attached to her ankle, but he let
that go as the resulting vision before him made his cock twitch in
anticipation.
Which she noticed, so Leo gave her a smile and she climbed on his lap
and slithered down him, and as she did Sarah let out a long breathy sigh and
wrapped her arms tightly around Leo’s neck and hooked her heels around the
chair legs and then rode him on the chair, pounding on his shaft with her wet
velvety pussy, her pelvis pumping on his piston frenetically, while his hands
gripped her firm buttocks as they rose and fell on him.
She squealed and moaned in his ear through gritted teeth which grew in
intensity as the pace quickened, until she came loudly with an animal yell, and
he pulsed inside her as he ejaculated.
“I think your recovery is going to take longer that I first thought”
she panted
“Whatever you say Doc”
