Erotic Christmas Story
"Decorated," a sex story by Kay Jaybee
Cheerful, but slightly tinny, festive music was playing in the background as Erin heaved the two cardboard boxes of Christmas decorations towards the newly potted tree in the corner of the living room. Opening the first, she lovingly trailed her fingers through the soft sparkle of silver tinsel. Erin adored this season, and dressing the tree had always been one of the highlights for her. The fairy lights were already twinkling against the dark green branches, and she was just deciding whether to start draping tinsel from the top or the bottom of the tree, when the familiar creek of the front door told Erin that her partner was home.
Marcia couldn’t help but smile when she opened the door. Most people were sick to death of Christmas music and flashing lights after a day working in a shop selling presents, but not Erin. Erin could take festive spirit twenty four-seven. Kicking off her shopping-suitable flat boots, Marcia kept hold of the large paper bag that held some last minute Christmas decorations she hoped Erin would love.
Erin stood up, hanging two strands of silver and gold tinsel around her neck. “I just can’t decide. Silver or gold, or maybe both?” Her brow creased as she contemplated the task, “I don’t want the tree to look too stripy. It’s got to be, well…natural.”
“Natural!” Marcia couldn’t help but laugh, “You are wrapping a tree – an outdoor thing – in shiny foil and plastic!” She shook her head affectionately. Remembering her recent purchases she said, with a more serious tone, “Actually, I think you should leave the tree like that.”
“But it’s nowhere near finished yet, I…”
Marcia took two strides across the room and Erin’s protests were cut short. Marcia grabbed hold of the tinsel that dangled around Erin’s neck.
“I think,” Marcia’s eyes twinkled as brightly as the fairy lights before her, “that it looks best on you. In fact, I think that we should have a practice run, decoration wise – on you. Now, you are not to move until I’m done. Okay?”
Erin meekly inclined her head, her heart suddenly beating with anticipation, “Okay.”
Satisfied with her girl’s timid response, Marcia slipped a finger into the top of Erin’s jeans, and ran it slowly around the waistband, making the taut stomach beneath quiver in anticipation. Erin stood as still as she could, breathing deeply, as Marcia knelt down and inched her jeans and knickers from her legs, planting butterfly kisses on each newly exposed section of flesh. By the time Marcia had reached her already bare toes, Erin had to concentrate all her efforts into not collapsing on top of her lover.
Pulling the silver strand of tinsel from Erin’s neck, Marcia began to wind it around Erin’s left leg, slowly encircling it so that the garland formed a helter-skelter affect against her pale skin. As Marcia repeated the move with the gold tinsel around Erin’s right leg, Erin shifted her feet with a mixture of prickled discomfort and growing arousal.
Marcia felt the minor movement and swiftly smacked Erin’s exposed arse hard, inspiring Erin to redouble her efforts to be still. It was something that was proving increasingly difficult, as Marcia looped the ends of the tinsel strands up between Erin’s legs, tying them together behind Erin’s back. The feathery, but somehow slightly abrasive touch of the tinsel made Erin’s snatch moisten.
Marcia stood up and turned her attention to Erin’s soft cashmere sweater. Ordering Erin to raise her arms above her head, Marcia hoisted the butter coloured material over Erin’s head and threw it onto the nearby sofa. Marcia pushed the cups of the satin bra down so they nestled beneath Erin’s breasts, and paused to teasingly lick each almond nipple.
Erin couldn’t contain the sigh that raced up her throat. The need to move had become paramount; she wanted to hold Marcia in her arms, return her lick, and feel her warmth. But experience had taught her to do what she was told – it was always worth it in the end.
Reluctantly letting go of the breasts she adored, Marcia lifted Erin’s arms out at right angles. “Keep those still, exactly were I’ve put them,” she ordered.
Erin’s muscles ached almost instantly, and she hoped that whatever it was Marcia was going to do next wouldn’t take too long. Her arms received the same that her legs had received, and were wound in silver and gold tinsel. This time, however, the long ends were circled firmly around Erin’s tits and tucked into the bra that was still wedged under her chest.
Marcia swallowed hard as she stood back to admire her handiwork. She knew Erin’s arms must be feeling the strain, and that she must be longing to adjust her position. Marcia felt a rush of lustful love at her partners’ obedience.
“Just the finishing touches to go now,” Marcia grinned as she delved into the shopping bag, “and my personalized Christmas tree will be complete.”
The two yellow crescent moons she produced, adorned with glitter, shone in the light. Taking their hanging strings, Marcia looped them around a pair of fiendish looking silver nipple clamps and approached her lover.
Tears had begun to gather at the corner of Erin’s eyes even before the small razor teeth snapped across her nipples, the pain surging into the tips and passing through the soft tissue of her firm chest. Erin inhaled sharply as she looked down at the ironically childish decorations causing so much blissful pain to her harnessed tits.
Marcia’s mouth was dry. Her own satin panties were sticking to her mound as her desire, kept in check until now, seeped from her at the sight of her dutiful slave. She shook off her clothes hastily, relieved to be free of the restriction, and she selected more items from her shopping. Two cheeky robins, their red breasts enhanced with varnish, dangled from her hands. She took their cotton hangers and wrapped them around Erin’s outstretched fingers.
Marcia dragged her gaze from her creation and ran to fetch her camera. If she didn’t go now, she might not have the strength of will to get it later. Upon her swift return, Marcia rummaged back in the bag, and pulled out an Alice-band, complete with a bobbing golden fairy on the top, “Every tree should have a Christmas angel.”
As the hair band was placed onto her head, Erin’s eyes darted back to the bag. Was there anything else in there? Would there be something that would help to quell her rising need to be fucked senseless? Would there be something to divert her attention from the streaks of agony that pulsed through her chest, and the throb in her shoulders, as she kept her arms outstretched?
Keeping her face locked onto Erin, gauging her reactions, Marcia dipped her hand into the brown paper bag for the final time. Hesitating slightly, to add to Erin’s tension, her hand closed around the final, perfectly shaped bauble.
Erin’s eyes widened as Marcia produced a miniature green, plastic, conical shaped Christmas tree. There was no need to ask what she intended to do with it. Erin’s imagination leapt, vividly contemplating how the decoration’s moulded plastic baubles would rub against her sensitive insides. It would be like getting fucked by a deliciously knobby dildo.
Marcia knelt before her “special tree” and, gently teasing the tinsel away from Erin’s sticky sex lips, treated her to a delicious lick across the clit before slowly pushing the plastic tree up between her legs. The narrow tip went in easily, sucked up greedily by Erin’s hungry body, but as the wider base approached its goal, Marcia had to stretch her lover wider. Erin moaned softly, sweat prickling on her forehead and across her chest.
Without wasting any time, Marcia grabbed the camera and took several shots of her holiday creation, digitally capturing her work of art forever. When she had the shots she desired, she lowered Erin’s arms, relaxing her tense shoulders, and taking pity on her tortured nipples, released them with two neat snaps of metal.
Dragging her to the sofa, Marcia pushed Erin down, rewarding her obedience with deep inhaling sucks on her wounded nipples. Her right hand snaked down Erin’s legs, pulling away the tinsel, and she pumped the incongruous dildo in and out of Erin’s stuffed pussy.
Climaxing in a great rush of release, Erin shook with satisfaction as the tree-shaped bauble dropped from her with a sticky slurp. Quickly scooping it up, along with a piece of stray tinsel, Erin moved to sit astride her tormenter’s lap. Forcing the toy tree between Marcia’s teeth, Erin affectively gagged her lover with the taste of plastic mingled with sex juice.
Taking up the garland, Erin tickled Marcia’s luscious tits with the foil frills. “My turn to decorate a ‘special tree’ I think…” Erin said, her voice low and seductive
Three hours later, Marcia and Erin finally got to dressing the Christmas tree.
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Copyright December 2008, Kay Jaybee
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