Erotic Story: Christmas Penis

Erotic Story: Christmas Penis

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Chrissy was a fun-loving girl, but above all, she was stunningly beautiful, and her original ideas had no limits.

Before the holidays, she met a guy from the coast, and within a few nights, she had him completely addicted to her. Whenever she wasn’t around, it felt like his blood was boiling in his veins. Messages, calls, hot photos… The poor guy was losing his mind, and whenever he could, he jumped in his car and raced toward the capital to be with his Chrissy.

For New Year's, she invited him over. She promised him a Christmas tree like no other, and she kept that promise to the last detail. The woman was like hitting the jackpot—whether dressed, undressed, over the phone, or just in a man's thoughts. Beautiful, seductive, daring, and full of mysterious ideas that she brought to life with a select few. But she was picky. Even among her chosen ones, she made distinctions.

Some she saw as Adonis, a mere mortal bedding a goddess. To those, she surrendered, letting them take the lead. Others she quickly recognized as submissives, whom she enjoyed handling with her collection of leather and other delightful accessories. And then there were those who were masters of both their own and her destiny. These men sent shivers down her spine, as she never quite knew what to expect.

The guy from the coast was a mystery to her, and that made him incredibly attractive. Tall, with sharp facial features and eyes that always left questions in the air. Their first time had happened in a car. Or rather, on it. That evening, despite the cold, he had her burning from within, and the chess news freezing air had no chance against the heat of their passion. The warm car hood helped, but the rest of the night was just a blur of flashes in her mind. What she did remember was the insane orgasm, mixed with adrenaline and the echo of her cries in the nearby forest.

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She knew he was crazy about her—his actions proved it—but she had to admit that he also deeply intrigued her. For New Year's, she decided to test what else lay hidden inside him. He was a tough one to read.

“The tree is up,” she texted him cryptically. “The door will be open. Just lock it behind you.”

He did as instructed, took off his shoes, and headed toward the only illuminated room in the apartment. When he stepped inside, carrying a large gift box, he realized that her present was far bigger than his—and definitely sexier, despite the interesting toys he had picked out for her from an erotic store.

She stood by the window, wrapped in twinkling fairy lights. Her face was perfect as always, her dark eyes reflecting the night sky outside, her wild brown curls tumbling playfully from beneath a Santa hat. Her large breasts were hugged by an elegant red lace bra, matching the tiny thong that rested between her flawless cheeks. White stockings completed the look. And as if that weren’t enough, she had swapped earrings for two oversized red Christmas ornaments dangling from her ears, and her navel was adorned with a glistening star-shaped piercing. This was, without a doubt, the sexiest Christmas tree in the entire country.

With a grin from ear to ear, he stepped up to her, kissed her lips, and handed her the gift.

“I doubt this will top yours, but… Happy, sexy, and hot New Year, babe!”

She returned the kiss and unwrapped her package with reverence. He wanted to see her reaction, but he couldn’t keep his focus. He only caught a few delighted gasps before her warm lips captured his once more.

“Thank you, love. You read me like a book,” she half-lied.

The gifts were perfect, but she knew no one could ever truly read her. No one.

“So, do you want to ‘take down’ the tree before midnight?” she teased, swaying her hips enticingly.

They forgot about holiday pleasantries, dinner, the TV program, and (of course) the fireworks outside. His hands claimed her sensual body, caressing her smooth, trembling skin. She smelled divine, and he wanted nothing more than to sink his teeth into her delicious flesh.

He kissed her swollen breasts while squeezing her teasingly firm ass. At times, he pulled her close, pressing his growing arousal against her, showing just how much he wanted her. Meanwhile, her hands had their own agenda—unbuttoning, unzipping, stroking his hardening desire, clawing at his bare skin, scratching, pinching… She was feeling mischievous tonight.

Then, lowering herself slowly, she let his underwear slip from his hips, freeing his rock-hard erection. With pride in her eyes, she looked up at him before wrapping her soft, warm lips around him.

A sinful look flashed in her eyes as she ran her tongue along his entire length, teasing him before taking him deep into her mouth. She loved men who took care of themselves down there. He stepped forward to help her remove his underwear completely, and the moment they were off, she took full control, teasing and pleasuring him with the expert movements of her lips and tongue.

She had once given him the most mind-blowing blowjob in his car—so intense he nearly lost control of the wheel. Tonight, she seemed determined to outdo herself.

She savored him with slow, deep strokes, occasionally pausing to let her lips tease the tip before diving down again. He had to fight the urge to grab her hair and thrust into her mouth—he knew she wouldn’t mind, but he enjoyed watching her play first. She was a master of the game.

But she had other plans. Standing up, she kissed him deeply, letting their tongues dance as she pressed her soaked panties against his throbbing length. Her hand slipped down, guiding him between her slick folds, teasing herself with his swollen tip.

Then, with a wicked grin, she delivered a sharp pinch to his ass, followed by a playful bite on his chest.

That was it.

He grabbed the twinkling fairy lights from the window, yanked them down, and turned her around. Wrapping her wrists in the glowing string, he bound her hands behind her back.

“Now, you’re the perfect Christmas tree,” he growled playfully and gave her ass a firm smack.

She didn’t protest. Quite the opposite—her devilish smirk spoke volumes. This was exactly what she wanted.

With complete control over her now, he groped her full breasts, pinching and teasing her stiff nipples through the lace. Then, he freed them completely, taking each into his mouth, his teeth grazing her sensitive peaks. Every gasp and moan from her lips was music to his ears.

But he wasn’t done.

Dropping to his knees, he slid off her soaking thong, leaving her fully exposed. His lips traced a slow, torturous path down her legs, lingering near her inner thighs, kissing, biting, teasing—everywhere except where she desperately needed him.

Her breathing turned ragged, her legs trembled, and finally, she could take no more.

“Enough playing,” she gasped. “Fuck me. Now.”

He chuckled darkly, grabbed a small gift box from the pile, and opened it.

A silver butt plug, adorned with a ruby-red jewel.

As he spread her ass cheeks, the cold metal against her warm skin made her shudder. He took his time, teasing, preparing her, making sure she was completely at his mercy.

And then, with one smooth motion, he filled her completely.

Chrissy was finally… perfectly decorated.