The XXX-Mas Connection: The Gift of Getting — Indy McDaniel

Generally, Sara Fielding hated Christmas.  She thought it was a stupid holiday.  She wasn’t much for giving people shit and there weren’t too many people who thought to give her any presents so she’d decided a long time back to tell the whole season to go fuck itself.

Given her current situation, Sara thought she might have to reconsider her yule tide hatred.  She let out a muffled moan through the ball-gag filling her mouth.  She lay face down on her bed, arms and legs spread-eagle and tied to the head and foot posts.  With the exception of the ball-gag, she only wore a pair of fishnet stockings and a garter belt.  She could hardly move and couldn’t even see her soon-to-be fuck buddy, and she loved every minute of it.

Sara yelped as her studded paddle stung her pale ass with a hard crack.  She wiggled, the only movement she could effectively manage, and tried to push her ass up.  Trenton smirked at the kinky Goth and gave her rear another hard spank with the paddle.  She cried out louder but there was no doubt she enjoyed the pain.  After his previous bathroom encounter with her, it didn’t surprise him.

The pale young woman buried her face in her pillow as she screamed out her pleasure with each successive strike of her paddle.  Her buttocks turned a glowing red.  Finally, she could take no more teasing.  She lifted her head and turned to the side, catching Trenton’s eyes.  Her words were muffled and unintelligible, but the look in her eyes got her point across.  Trenton nodded and tossed the paddle onto the bed.  He unfastened his jeans and pushed them down.  Sara’s eyes stared at the impressive bulge tenting out his boxers.

Slipping his boxers down, Trenton stepped out of them and climbed onto the bed.  He moved over Sara and guided his stiff cock between her spread thighs.  Her cunt was hot and wet and waiting for him.  He pushed into her the way he knew she wanted, with a hard thrust.  Her tight walls spread around him and they both let out loud moans.  Gripping her shoulders, Trenton thrust into Sara’s pussy with hard, forceful movements.  The young Goth responded with muffled screams.

Trenton’s hands slid under Sara, squeezing her breasts.  He found her pierced nipples and pinched down on them hard.  Sara cried out and bucked up against him.  He gave each of her nipples a twist, first one, then the other.  She whimpered, burying her face back into the pillow.  Trenton didn’t allow her to hide her face for long.  He grabbed a fistful of her short black hair and yanked her head back.  Sara moaned as her neck stretched awkwardly.  Drool slobbered from the ball-gag, down Sara’s chin.

After the thorough spanking and rough fucking, Sara was close to climax.  A few more thrusts and another twist of her nipple, and she screamed out her release.  Her hot cunt clamped down around Trenton’s thick cock.  The spasms of her inner walls very nearly drove him over the edge as well.  He held on, knowing she wanted more from him.

As Sara came down from her orgasm, Trenton slid back.  His slick cock left her momentarily as he repositioned himself.  Sara let out a satisfied purr as she felt the head of his prick push between the cheeks of her glowing red ass.  She groaned loudly as he pushed into her tight ass.  Trenton entered Sara’s ass at a much slower pace than he had her pussy.  Once he was fully inside her, he paused.

Sara moaned as Trenton started to fuck her ass.  Their sweat slick bodies pressed tight against each other as he pumped into her rear.  Her ass clenched around him, squeezing his thick cock.  Sara tugged hard to the ropes binding her wrists, desperate to have one free so she could reach down underneath herself to play with her clit.  But he’d tied the knots too well and somehow the frustration of not being able to get free and give herself pleasure only turned Sara on even more.

Trenton could only take so much of Sara’s ass, the warm tightness squeezing him ever closer to climax.  But he wanted to give the young Goth a second climax before finishing himself.  Sara gasped as his hand shot under her belly and slid down to her crotch.  Fucking mind reader, she thought with glee as his thumb brushed over her stiff clit.

The room filled with the sounds of moans – both muffled and unmuffled – and flesh slapping against flesh.  Trenton’s thrusts into Sara’s ass picked up force as they both quickly raced towards the finish line of their sexual race.  Trenton grunted through clenched teeth, straining not to cum before she did.  Finally, Sara’s muffled, high-pitched scream signaled her orgasms and Trenton let himself go.  Hot shots of his cum blasted her bowels as Sara continued to cry out her ecstasy.  As the pleasure slowly faded, she dropped her face back down into the pillow, her sweat and drool causing the cushion to grow damp.

Trenton slowly pulled out of Sara’s stretched asshole.  He sat up on the bed, catching his breath.  He leaned over her and untied each of her wrists, noticing her chafed skin.  Leaning back, he untied her ankles.  Sara rolled over and sat up, reaching behind her head to unfasten the ball-gag.  She pulled it out of her mouth and tossed it aside, pulling Trenton close to her and kissing him deeply on the lips.  When she finally pulled back, they were both out of breath again.

“Best fucking Christmas ever,” she said with a wicked grin.  “What’re you doing New Year’s?”

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Indy McDaniel lives in Florida and has been writing stories since he figured out how to scrawl letters onto dead trees. He’s been featured in such anthologies as ‘Fem-Fangs’, ‘Leather, Denim & Silver’, ‘How the West Was Wicked’, and ‘Sinisterotica’. If you’re interested in reading more of his erotic works, check out http://deathstalker.libriserotica.com/. His Twitter handle is @steelcorpfilms.