Michaelishious - Vol. 2018

Dec. 5th: Christmas Kink Pt. 2

Michael left me in the hallway, like a panting, hot mess. I actually had to hold on to the door handle, to keep on my feet, and I was incredibly embarrassed over my own reaction. I ached for him in a way that left me completely speechless. But although my mouth wasn't working, and probably my brain also, my body did. And it was speaking volumes.

"Oh, my God... He must think I'm one of those easy girls," I mumbled to myself in shame. But I really wasn't. Then again, was he? Was he one of the Casanovas that brought home a different girl for each night? Who knew? We still hadn't spoken much.

My thoughts got interrupted, when he opened the door to what had to be his bedroom. And when I saw him entering the living room, I bit my lip to keep my giggles inside. This guy obviously had a kink for Christmas, that's for certain. He was wearing a full Santa's costume now, and not only the hat, like earlier. Only that the costume looked different on him than anybody else, mostly because his beard was purposely hanging under his chin and his jacket was open, with nothing but his bare chest under. And since his jacket was open, it didn't hide the bulge of excitement in his pants either. Especially since it looked like he had no underwear now. He wasn't as hard as earlier, but his erection made quite an impressive tent anyway.

"Where's Santa's little elf?" he asked with a deep voice, that was calling directly to my core. And I started to walk from his apartment door, to where he was standing by the couch, and I noticed that he had some sort of leather straps in his hand. Normally, I would have been curious and look around to see how he was living, but right now I had tunnel vision, and it was locked on him. His dark, intense eyes, pulled me in like a fish on the hook, and made my body ignite with some sort of internal flame. And as I came closer, he smirked in approval.

"There you are, my beautiful."

I blushed heavily, and felt like a little school girl that got recognition from her crush.

"Take off your clothes."

I gasped of his sudden command, and slowly did as told. And he hummed silently, when I was standing before him in only my underwear.

"I knew you were perfect," he mumbled, mostly to himself, and I saw his member twitch a bit, making his 'tent' bigger.

"Your bra."

I nodded, and unclasped it, while I tried to act seductively by slowly sliding the straps over my shoulders and down my arms, until it fell to the floor. And I bit my lip when I felt how my areolas scrunched, and made my nipples point hard out into the air.

"Fuck... A-and now y-your panties," he ordered, and licked his lips.

Encouraged by his reaction, I decided to keep on tempting him a little. So I slowly pulled the thin waistband a little below my hips, before I let one of my hands sneak under it in front, so my fingers reached the apex of my folds. And I could see in Michael's eyes, that he had troubles containing himself. He groaned deeply, when he saw the movements of my fingers rubbing my clit, only hidden by a thin piece of cotton, before he cleared his voice.

"You're a naughty little elf, aren't you?"

His cheeks were hectic red, and he licked his lips several times.

"Take them off, and turn around so I can look at you."

Flirtatiously, I did as he said, and reflected briefly about how much I liked this. I had never done any roleplay before, and certainly not a kinky one as this one. Just plain, old sex. So, why did this feel so natural? Why didn't it feel weird? Because he was freaking hot, that's why!

"That's a good girl," he stated in approval, as I faced him again.

"Now, get down on your knees."

He finally got close enough so I could touch him, and he positioned himself so his member was pointing directly to my face. And with one hand on my shoulder, and the other pulling his pants down far enough to make his length spring free, he gave me a devilish smirk.