Page 8 of Her Night With Santa
“I need your hands on me.” My voice is garbled, as I push into her hands. I hear the sucking sound as she pumps lube out of bottle and soon her slick fingers are on my asshole.
“Mm…open me up, babe.” I want it bad and she gives me exactly what I need. First just the tip of her finger and I relax into it. I love this, the stretch the burn.
“You’re so greedy, look how you swallow my finger. Fuck, you’re drenched.” She says and soon her tongue is lapping at my pussy, with her fingers still playing with my ass. She does it again and again. Massages my hole while she sucks and tongues my clit and out of nowhere, I’m climaxing so intensely I almost blackout.
“Kris, shit. Ah.” I cry as she soothes me. I’m a mess and she hasn’t even put on the harness yet. I can feel sweat gathering at my spine as I come down from the orgasm.
“I love the sounds you make when you’re coming.” She tells me as she palms my ass. “Now that I have you nice and loose, I want to see you take these beads.”
“Do it.” I say and she doesn’t hesitate, she pushes them in one by one, until I’m full and stretched out. It burns so good when I move.
“Your ass is a miracle.” Kris declares, before bending down to take a bite out of it.
“Fuck me, please.” I’ve never been proud when it comes to sex, and Kristina really has me in a bad way.
“In a minute.” When I look over my shoulder, I catch her putting on the harness. My belly flips and flops like I’m on a roller coaster. I love that dildo. It’s a silicone giant with a curved head that drills my spot like a jackhammer, and my cunt spasms just from seeing it on Kris. “You want this big blue cock, sweetheart?”
“I need it.” And I’m not exaggerating. I feel like I’m going to fly apart from lust. My skin is practically crackling. I am on fire for her, but Kris is playing the long game. She walks around the futon until she’s right in front of my face. With me on all fours my mouth is level with the harness, but my eyes are fixed on her bush. I press in to smell her sex and my mouth waters.
“Let me lick you, baby.” I plead, lifting a hand to bring her closer.
She shakes her head, and fists my hair until I’m looking up at her face.So. Fucking. Hot.
“You can have my pussyafteryou suck this cock. Show me how bad you want it. How you’re going use your tongue on me.”
Instantly I grip the head and go to town on the silicone dick. I flick it with the tip of my tongue, then give it a long lazy lick from base to tip. I suck on it, moaning like it’s the most delicious thing I’ve had in my mouth. I’m looking at her the whole time and can see how turned she is watching me work this cock. Just because I can, I swirl my tongue around the head like it’s my favorite lollipop. And that seems to be as much as she can take. In a second she’s moving the dildo out of the way and pressing her pussy to my face.
“Mm…yeah, this is what I wanted.” I coo, as she spreads her lips. I do her hard and fast. Widen my tongue to lap her up with fast rough licks.
“You’re always starving for this cunt aren’t you?”
I hum and nod as I eat her out. I press my nose to her heat, wanting to drown in her. One of her lusty moans flies into the dark night as she bucks into me. Within seconds she’s coming on my tongue. I lick her slowly, our gazes locked on each other. I want so much more of this woman. My heart and my body feel like they already belong to her.
Kris lets out a shaky breath and without a word bends down to kiss me. I taste her and myself in that kiss and it’s so raw and perfect, I want to weep. Her hands are on my face and I feel enveloped in her. Neither of us talks, as if we know what’s happening is fragile and sacred and we don’t want to shatter it with words.
She gives me one last kiss and moves to stand behind me. Her hands on me are warm, and I smile as she caresses me. She presses her chest to my back and cups my breasts. Her hot fingers tweak and worry my sensitive nipples making me moan. Next she palms the base of my throat as she brings a hand to my pussy, and plunges two fingers in.
“Ah.” I grind into her hand, fucking myself on it.
“I’m going to flip you now. I want to see your face.” She whispers into my ear. I miss the warmth of her skin as soon it’s gone, but Kris doesn’t give me much time to dwell on it.
“On your stomach, babe.” She says as she softly presses a hand to my back. Once I’m flat on the futon, she grips the bar and flips me on my back.
A whoosh of breath comes out of my mouth, as I land on my butt. I can’t help the grin on my face when I look up at her. “That was so hot.”
She licks her lips like the embodiment of my every butch fantasy and moves to kneel on the bed. The dildo flops around as she moves to grip the bar again. She pushes my legs back, and with the bar holding my legs apart I feel obscenely exposed. The cool night air kisses my wet pussy and the crack of my ass. I’m pretty much living my best sapphic porno life.
“Yeah baby, drill me with that fat cock.” I growl as she palms the lubed dildo and slaps my pussy with the tip making me see stars.
“Hold on sweetheart.” She warns me before pushing into me to the hilt. All the air comes out of my lungs as she fills me up and starts fucking me in earnest.
My teeth chatter from the force of her thrusts, and I’m almost certain I’m sliding off the futon. I don’t care, this is worth the potential concussion.
“Kris.” I moan as she presses down on the bar, tilting me back so the dildo is so deep I can feel it in my throat. “That’s it. That’s the spot babe.” I cry and she’s turned into a full-on sex goddess. She plows me hard with a few short thrusts, pulling almost completely out and then slams into me again. My entire body feels like it’s one big nerve ending, pleasure pulsing in me like a ball of fire.
“Play with your clit.” She orders, and I sloppily suck on my fingers before bringing them down to my pussy. I circle my clit a few times and within seconds I’m on the brink again. “I’m coming.” I groan through clenched teeth.
“Look at me, Farnaz. I want you to see your face when you’re coming.” And that’s all it takes. The orgasm is so intense I swear my souls leaves my body. It crashes over me in waves, and in the recesses of my mind I realize the ragged screams I hear must me coming from me. Finally, I close my eyes and feel Kris undoing the bar. My legs fall to the side and I lift them so she can come closer.
