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A Christmas Tale by YNHumiliator A few days before Christmas and Rebecca was bored. She'd done the jobs that needed to be done. Fed the damn chickens and collected the eggs. Bought the few things she'd been asked to buy from the local village store. Living at her parents' house was sending her mad. Her new house wouldn't be ready for a month or so. The mortgage had been finalised, the details cleared. It was just the long wait until completion before she'd be free once again. It wasn't that she didn't love her parents, just the fact that she hadn't lived with them for years. Their habits, the way they wanted to know her every move, it was just annoying. Work was going as well as could be expected and her love life had recently taken a turn for the better. There was that. The strange guy she'd met through work, who unfortunately happened to be married, certainly knew how to press her buttons. Thinking of him sent a shiver down her spine and made her pussy throb reassuringly. If only he was here. The coming evening wouldn't be a bore then! It would be filled with pain and pleasure. She shivered again. Her parents were away for the evening so she at least had the house to herself. Some peace and quiet and a bottle of vodka would certainly lighten her mood. The thoughts she'd had earlier had caused a creeping wetness to spread in the swollen slit between her legs. She felt horny, which was her almost permanent state since meeting her unusual lover. It was still early, only 6 o'clock, but very dark outside. Looking in the mirror she admired her slim waist and stuck her full bottom out. Mmmm...no wonder men liked her. Her bum was saucy!!! She wriggled it and imagined what that would do to the groin area of one of her many admirers! God she felt so horny. Lifting her skirt slowly she looked at the soft thighs that bulged slightly above the black line of her hold up stockings. Mmmmmm...she needed to come, that would help. Undressing quickly she lay back on her bed and ran her hands lightly across her firm breasts, gasping as she squeezed her rapidly hardening nipples. They were so sensitive. She bit her lip as her fingers slid downwards across her belly. The crease of her pussy beckoned and she pushed her fingertips further into the rapidly moistening crack. She thought she heard a car but was enjoying the sensations coursing through her pussy far too much to take a great deal of notice. Another sound. A creak. It was nothing. Her fingers continued to tease the wet silky membranes, a fantasy of her lover filling her mind. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" His voice made her almost jump into the air. Her eyes sprang open in shock and she gasped. He was here. How on earth had he got in? Then she remembered she hadn't shut the conservatory door, her dad had been expecting a new heater or something. She'd forgotten all about it and the open door! He smiled wickedly down at her, noting the wetness on her thighs and the pungent aroma of her arousal. His eyes were cold when he next spoke. "Get up you little bitch!" She scrambled to her feet, afraid to say anything. He looked cross. She had no idea why. Being naked in front of him didn't matter but him seeing her playing with herself was embarrassing. Her cheeks flushed at the thought. "No doubt you've been cock teasing that poor bastard you work with today?" he sneered, "I think maybe I should teach you a lesson! What do you reckon?" She hated it when he asked for her opinion. She only wanted to please him but annoyingly he was always asking her what she thought of this or that or whatever. Always annoying her but god he knew how to make her wet! Knew how to make her shake and how to make her feel so so nervous. But best of all he knew how to make her come and she loved to come! He could make her come over and over. She didn't know why exactly but no one had ever been able to do that before. He was different and she thought she might actually have fallen in love with him. That was another first for her! He was suddenly standing very close, she could smell his aftershave, then he grabbed a handful of hair and his tongue was pushing brutally into her mouth. It roamed back and forth bringing a little groan from the back of her throat. Her pussy throbbed excitedly. "Well?" She didn't know what he wanted her to say so she said nothing. He was holding a carrier bag in one hand. Oh God he'd brought his things! The bag contained a whole variety of implements, some nice and some horrid. She began to worry. He looked angry. She jumped when he suddenly grabbed her wrists and pinned them together in one hand. The leather cuffs fitted tightly. He didn't say a thing just pushed her face first against the back of her bedroom door and slammed her wrists onto the wood above her head. Cinching the string tightly around the coat hook he stepped back and looked at her stretched body. She was on her toes, the tension in the string keeping her cuffed wrists high above her head. She heard him go to the bag again. Then there was a whoosh and her bottom exploded with heat. Whack! The thick leather strap bounced off her wobbling bum cheeks, her tattoo immediately coming to life stinging horribly. She gasped and tried to stop herself from groaning. The strap hit her again and again. Each burning stroke sent her onto the tips of her toes. She began to moan and groan with each impact. He struck one way and then the other until the whole of the twisting bottom was criss-crossed with hot red stripes. Rebecca's whimpers turned into tears as he continued. She hated him! He was hurting her so so much. Her poor bum was churning around all over the place, it's cheeks felt like they were on fire. Why did he enjoy hurting her so much? "Please, Please stop!" she gasped. He didn't. Just ignored her pitiful pleading and kept on with his game until he was satisfied with the state of her wriggling bum. The whack of the strap stopped. His hand reached out and stroked the trembling flesh. She gasped and moaned. It was so sensitive, his touch like a hot iron. In between her straining thighs sticky fluid was coating her tight girlish hole. A fresh wave of excitement suddenly flowed from her as she heard him start to undress. Heard his belt buckle tinkle as he slipped his trousers down and off. She could hear his heavy rapid breathing even from a few feet away. The strap had attuned all of her senses. Intensity was flooding her mind, desire welling up inside every part of her. Then he was behind her. His hands pushed her unresisting thighs apart, her wrists and shoulders straining as she felt his hardness suddenly digging at her sensitive pussy. It felt like rock, unbending and very hot. His skin was always hot. Almost casually he pushed his fingers up inside her, she almost came then but he quickly removed them. His breath was hot on the back of her neck. She squirmed with desire. "You're my little fuckpuppet, my little whore," he said quietly, his mouth close to her ear, "don't you ever forget it! Here's your Christmas present!" His cock head pushed up inside her and she squealed. It felt so so good. She started to shake and push her hips back towards him trying to get more of his cock inside her. He started pumping her then. Fluid oozed from her pussy walls coating him immediately with her excitement. Usually with other men she'd always needed to fantasise or work herself up to orgasm but with him she didn't need to do anything. She was starting to come already!!! He kept slowly pushing his hardness in and out, in and out, in and out of her hot little hole. His rasping breath was burning her back as he started to bite her. Then it arrived and she bucked against him squealing out with unsuppressed lust as waves of pleasure swept over her. At that moment she felt him thicken inside her as his own orgasm hit. His cock spasmed, thick gouts of hot come spurting into her stretched tunnel, "Ahhhhhhhhhh that's it you little bitch!" he groaned, "show me how you come!" Rebecca squirmed and moaned. Little high pitched squeals escaping her wet mouth as she crumbled against him. Reason left her for a few moments and she went somewhere else in her head, she couldn't tell where, which was a little frightening! "That's it kitten," he gasped into her ear, "that's so good." He untied her gently, pushed her down onto the bed, parted her thighs and knelt between them. Rebecca came again and again as he fucked her for the next two hours. He interspersed her pleasure with moments of pain but each time she was rewarded with his cock or his fingers. Each time she came he watched with cold eyes, staring directly into her soul. She felt his eyes boring into the very heart of her. Each time she managed to look back at him a smile was playing on his lips. He enjoyed seeing her come, her pleasure was his power, she loved to see that smile. As he left he kissed her tenderly, "I hope you enjoyed your Christmas present little one?" Then he was gone, out into the dark night.... YNHumiliator 2k3
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