You've Been a Very Good Girl

It was Christmas Eve and I'd gone to bed early tonight. Not because I expected a visit from the jolly old man in the red suit, or because I was particularly excited about tomorrow. Quite the opposite in fact. I was a little depressed if I were being completely honest with myself, and the thought of waking up alone tomorrow wasn't helping.

My boyfriend and I had broken up earlier in the year and we had planned to spend Christmas together at his mum and dad's place. Now, I was heading to bed alone, waking up alone and then heading over to my parents' place for Christmas lunch, where I could look forward to lots of questions about what happened and why, and a full dissection of my character once the mulled wine started flowing.

I sighed and pulled the blankets tighter around me. I was looking forward to this year being over and done with so I could focus on getting my life back on track.

It wasn't even so much that I missed my ex, it was more that I missed everything that came with being in a relationship. The companionship, the connection, the sex.

I was feeling particularly frustrated this evening and normally in this sort of situation, I'd call up my girls and arrange a night out so I could hook up with some random guy and bang out some of my frustrations and feel a hell of a lot better for a couple of weeks.

Unfortunately, Christmas Eve wasn't the sort of time when people wanted to hook up with a random stranger, instead focusing on their friends and families and partners and girlfriends and... urghhh. I pulled my blankets all the way over my head.

I lay there listening to the gentle sounds of the outside world. Joyful laughter and the delicate sprinkling of the snowfall. It was all very lovely, I supposed, and I closed my eyes, letting myself drift off to find some Christmas cheer in the hopefully more pleasant world of my dreams.

I jolted awake, cosy and a little confused in the pitch dark as I realized I was still wrapped in my blanket like a cocoon. I untangled my head and blinked a few times in rapid succession, trying to adjust my eyes to the dim light of my bedroom.

There it was again, the sound that had clearly awoken me from my peaceful slumber - a loud thump coming from somewhere in my house. Or perhaps outside? Hopefully outside.

I sat up on my elbows, straining my ears to pinpoint where the sound was coming from. I tilted my head, trying to locate it but was met only with the silent night around me.

Giving up my pitiful investigation, I began to settle myself back down, when a new sound crept its way towards me.

The unmistakable sound of footsteps on my hardwood floors. Footsteps getting louder. Getting closer. Footsteps coming towards my bedroom door.

I scrambled to get upright and reached over to my bedroom drawer where I kept a knife and some pepper spray for just such occasions, but my fear made me clumsy, and I tangled in my sheets, slipping around gracelessly like a fish out of water.

And then, it was too late.

My bedroom door creaked open and I stared on in horror as the shape of a tall man filled the doorframe with his considerable size.

I froze, trapped in this moment of confusion and terror as we stared at one another in still and silent regard.

I felt trapped by my own body, my limbs not responding to my desire to move into action as my mind screamed in frustration.

Clearly sensing my fear and, I assumed, enjoying the effect he was having on me, a low chuckle emanated from the man in my doorway, and I heard the distinct sound of him snapping his fingers before the lamp on my nightstand clicked on of its own accord and my bedroom was flooded in a dim, warm light.

My horror made way for feelings of utter bemusement and confusion as I took in the sight before me, squinting at the harshness of the sudden brightness.

A man stood before me dressed in a dark maroon suit, crisp white shirt and shining black dress shoes.

My mouth fell open.

The man was, putting it bluntly, devastatingly handsome and I studied him head to toe as he stood there, not moving a muscle, with a small smirk playing around his lips.

He had rich, chocolate-brown hair, ice-chip blue eyes and a neatly trimmed brown beard which partially obscured the sort of face that would be more at home in the pages of a fashion magazine than standing in my small bedroom.

His crisp white shirt clung to a broad, muscular chest and his dark red suit couldn't hide the bulging biceps which were pressing against the rich fabric, seemingly trying to break free.

His legs were long and thick, like that of a rugby player, and the trousers that he wore clung to him like a second skin, highlighting his strong muscles and clearly showing off a rather generous package that snagged my focus for a little too long to be comfortable...

My eyes snapped back up to meet his and I dug deep for the courage to speak first in this tense moment.

"Who the fuck are you and what the fuck are you doing in my house?" I asked, forcing bravery I didn't feel to edge my words with a biting tone as I trembled with the flood of adrenaline coursing through my body.

His smile softened and crinkled his eyes with the genuineness of it as he answered me in a slightly accented, deep and resonant voice.

"Please," he started, "before I answer your questions, know that you're completely safe with me. I mean you no harm, I assure you," he said as he raised his empty hands in a placating gesture.

"I think," he continued, "that you might realise exactly who I am quite soon, but I think it's more important that I tell you why I'm here," he finished, turning to face the small chair at the desk on the far side of my bedroom. He pulled out the chair, turning it to face me before sitting on it, crossing one of his thick legs over the other and leaning forward towards me with his hands crossed over his lap.

His smile was enchanting, his low tone soothing me, and despite the absolute insanity of the moment I found myself in and my slight concern that I had, in fact, finally gone completely mad, I felt eased - my fear and panic floating away like a snowflake on the wind.

He leant towards me as the feeling of serenity intensified, washing over me with a warm, easing feeling as his ice-blue eyes twinkled with mischievous glee.

"You called me here," he stated matter-of-factly, "in answer to your question."

I felt indignation flare at how very incorrect he was.

"I certainly did not," I retorted with a frown.

He only smiled more sweetly at my defensiveness.

"You did, maybe not in a way you realise, but you did," he assured me gently "and I'm here to reward you."

"Reward me? Reward me for what?" I replied, more confused than ever at what this stranger was claiming so assuredly.

"Well," he started, his gentle smile sharpening into something a little more wicked as I watched, "you've been a very good girl this year," he smirked, "and I'm here to reward you in the way you want me to," he concluded.

With that, he stood from the small chair and shrugged off his suit jacket, revealing even more of his bulging, toned form swathed in that tight, white fabric.

I swallowed as he carefully placed his jacket over the back of the chair and I watched on in utter disbelief as this stunning man unbuttoned his shirt with a practiced swiftness before discarding that, too.

"I.... umm," I stammered as he slipped out of his shoes and tucked them neatly under the chair before turning to face me once more.

"It's ok," he assured me "I know your limits, what you like, what you don't like, I've got you," he soothed as he slowly stepped towards the edge of the bed and my eyes roamed greedily over the expanse of skin on show before me.

I licked my lips as my heart fluttered.

"Did you make my lamp turn on?" I said, the sudden strangeness of that moment suddenly striking me and I turned to look at it, the switch still in the 'off' position.

He chuckled that deep, throaty sound again and I glanced up at him. He was looming over me, now. His large frame seeming to take up almost all my field of vision.

"Don't panic," he said, in that soothing tone of voice, "simple tricks," and he snapped his fingers again.

I realized with a jolt of surprise that my blankets had somehow taken themselves from being wrapped in a messy pile around my feet to being laid out beneath me as if I were sitting on freshly made sheets, and I gasped at the display of impossibility I'd just witnessed.

"How the fuck..." I started, but the smiling, handsome face looking down at me caused my words to trail off as a brand-new feeling began to take root in my chest.

The burning, exciting churn of desire.

This man was truly perfection personified and I swallowed as he gently smiled down at me, leaning forward on his strong arms so our faces were close. I was sure he would be able to feel my now gently panting breaths on his face.

"Deep breaths for me," he crooned, and the sweet, peppermint scent of his breath dazed me as I followed his orders.

"Ready?" he asked, his calm aura enveloping me and lulling me into a state of blissed-out security as our eyes met again.

I could feel my desire coiling tighter, low in my stomach, at the mere proximity of him.

I found myself nodding at his question without having given it much thought, which would have surprised me if his twinkling eyes hadn't immediately darkened as he raised his large, veined hand between us and snapped his fingers again, the sharp sound seeming to echo in this small space.

My mouth dropped open.

My clothes, all my clothes, every single garment had vanished. Completely vanished, as if they'd just puffed out of existence, and I now sat before him completely naked, my nipples immediately hardening against the press of the cool night air.

My eyes went wide and I moved to cover myself with my arms, stunned at suddenly being exposed like this in front of this gorgeous man.

The handsome stranger gently shook his head at me as I did so however, and my arms stayed firmly at my sides as my shame and embarrassment melted away as quickly as they'd appeared, like a sliver of ice in the palm of my hand.

His eyes dipped down to run over the curve of my generous breasts, the slight softness of my stomach, the round slope of my hips, before settling between my slightly glistening thighs.

"Perfect," he breathed out, low and quiet, and my cheeks flared with the burn of the compliment.

His eyes slowly crept their way back up to meet me and that smirk returned, delicious and devilish, before he shifted us both in a movement far too fast for me to follow.

A shriek fell from my lips as I suddenly found myself flat on my back, my legs spread wide, with this tall, strong man nestled between them. His remaining clothes were suddenly gone too, and I felt the press of his huge, hard length against my already wet core.

"Fuck!" I yelped as, rather than shock or fear or confusion, I felt my desire roaring, an ember to a wildfire flaring inside me, and I looked up into the face of this beautiful creature.

He looked down at me, his own desire now mirroring the intensity of my own.

"Merry Christmas," he whispered, and with that, he unleashed himself upon me.

He dipped suddenly, enveloping one of my large breasts in his huge hand as he pulled it taught and sucked my aching, tight nipple into the tingling warmth of his mouth.

I gasped, the loud sound cutting through the quiet air. His mouth felt amazing, warm and tingling and I arched off the bed as he swiped his hot tongue around my nipple.

I felt him shift as he began sucking harder, and a pulse of pleasure throbbed between my thighs. It was as if he knew this, and he began thrusting his huge cock through my slippery folds, bumping the flared tip of it against the nub of my clit.

I sucked in a sharp breath as he squeezed and sucked, groaning a deep groan around my nipple as he sucked at it greedily, flicking his tongue over it and rocking his hips against my pussy. I moaned loudly in response, the feeling of him thrusting his cock against my clit was so intense and I began rocking my hips too, making his length slick and slippery with the wet pulses of my arousal and chasing those jolts of pleasure as his tip slid over my clit.

God, what was happening? What was I doing? This stranger was sucking my tits like he was made for it, and I was rubbing my pussy all over his dick.

I thought for just a moment, just one small second of consideration, before quickly realizing - I did not give one single, solitary fuck.

I wanted this man, wanted to cum and wanted to fuck him. Nothing else mattered.

He thrusted again, rubbing against my clit and I writhed beneath him - I was so desperate just to have him inside me. Wanted this beautiful man to fuck me, hard and fast and deep with that thick cock of his.

He suddenly lifted his mouth from my nipple, licking his lips as he looked down at me with admiration painting his features.

"Oh, that's how you want this to go tonight, is it?" he crooned softly as he pressed a passionate kiss to my lips.

Confused, as I certainly hadn't given voice to my desires, I squinted my eyes up at him.

With only the passing of a single heartbeat, I heard the snap of his fingers again, this time by the side of my head.

I shrieked a little as I suddenly found myself on all fours, my face pressed sideways into my pillow, my back arched and my round arse high with my legs slightly spread.

I didn't panic this time, already quite used to these 'tricks' of his and feeling safe in his hands, as he reassured me I was just a short time ago.

I could feel the stranger kneeled behind me, his large hands gripping around my waist as he steadied me.

"You're soaking," he praised as I caught the sight of him staring down at my bared and spread pussy, the wetness there building further at his words.

Seemingly satisfied that I was sufficiently steadied, he moved one hand to his cock and lined the large head of it up with my entrance.

Oh god, yes! I wanted that big dick inside me, wanted him to slam it deep inside me. I could handle it, knew I could from the size of the toys I enjoyed so much.

With a strong, jerking thrust of his hips he did just as I desired, and slammed his huge dick to the hilt inside me with one powerful thrust. I screamed out the pleasure and pain into the pillow beneath me and my hands gripped the sheets tightly as my clit throbbed and I acclimatized to his impossible length and girth.

He was huge, far bigger than he'd looked, bigger than any of the 'girthy' toys I liked to fuck myself with. I could feel my pussy tight around him, pulsing as he held himself there, as we both groaned at the feeling.

I shifted my hips, reveling in the feeling of being fuller than I had ever felt before.

I needed him to move now.

"Fuck me," I pleaded as he stayed still and throbbing inside me, waiting for my words, or my thoughts, I realized.

I heard that low chuckle again and I squirmed there, impaled on his cock, waiting for what came next.

I heard the sound of him licking some part of him as I wriggled my arse slightly before him, earning myself one of those delicious chuckles once again and my cheekiness was rewarded as I felt the thick, wet length of his thumb push its way into the tight, puckered hole of my arse, his remaining free fingers gripping the soft flesh of my cheek tightly for purchase.

"Oh fuck! Yes!" I gasped out as he slid it deep inside my hole, pushing in so far it felt as though I were being fucked there, and my pussy clenched tightly around his cock, causing him to hiss with pleasure.

When he had finally settled his thick thumb deep inside my ass, he began doing what I hoped he would do since, if I were being completely honest with myself, the moment my lamp had flicked on and I'd taken in the sight of him - and he began fucking me at an absolutely ruthless pace.

He pumped his thumb slowly in and out of my ass as he slammed his cock into my soaking pussy over and over, the force of it causing loud cracking blows to reverberate around my bedroom as his skin slapped into mine with each of his thrusts. I screamed out and moaned my pleasure as my walls clenched around the size of him, my eyes rolling back into my head as I could hear the squelching sounds of my juices being squeezed out around his huge cock as he filled me.

His dick was so big, so hard, and it was brushing against every sensitive spot inside my over-full cunt, causing me to make high-pitched, keening cries every time he thrust it inside me.

He slammed into me so hard and fast I had to hold on to the mattress to stop myself moving.

This should probably hurt I realized, his massive size and my stretched pussy and his deep, pounding thrusts, but all it was doing was making me soaked and forcing me towards my orgasm with every brutal moment.

"Yes! just like that!" I hissed out between my endless gasps and squeals as he fucked both of my holes, his thumb working in and out of my asshole in time with his dick ruining my pussy.

My legs began to shake as his pace quickened even more, and I could barely support my own weight.

"You like that don't you," he asked as he flicked his hips up slightly, slamming against my gspot as he continued to pound his cock inside me.

I saw stars bursting in front of my eyes as he did that and my whole body jerked, the feeling of his big cock punishing my little pussy slamming me over the edge, and I moaned out my crashing orgasm at the top of my lungs as he fucked me and fucked me - in my pussy, in my ass, and pounding against my g-spot as my walls tightened with my orgasm with such a fierceness, I could hear the grunts of exertion he was making at having to work harder to slam his cock into my cunt.

He didn't slow or stop the punishing pace as I came, and his low, sexy moans joined my own continued shrieks of delight at the overstimulation.

I was spasming and twitching uncontrollably as my clit continued to throb, my orgasm lasting far longer than I thought possible, and with each throb it became even more intense.

I screamed and babbled and shook as he fucked me, as I came all over his dick, and with the last unbelievably powerful wave of it, I began to squirt all over us, soaking us with my cum and causing me to whine as the intense pleasure wracked my body.

He leant forward as he continued fucking me, continued to be soaked by my squirting release and he squeezed one of my large breasts, jiggling in his grip with each of his powerful thrusts.

"Fuuuuuck," he groaned out as he continued fucking my holes and playing with my sensitive tits.

I couldn't form words now if I tried, could barely form thoughts and I moaned and gasped as the endless pleasure pulsed between my legs.

"I hope he doesn't cum inside my pussy," I thought as a slight panic at the lack of birth control tightened my stomach slightly.

"Oh I know exactly where you want it, darling," he grunted out and with a final few thrusts into my soaked and thoroughly ruined pussy, I gasped loudly as he finally pulled himself out of me, feeling the rest of my cum gush out of me as he did so.

I flinched with anticipation, and slight embarrassment, as I felt the warm, wetness of his saliva as he spat directly into my gaped asshole, having worked it open wide with his fucking thumb.

I had only a moment to prepare myself as he lined his tip up with my now lubricated back hole and I screamed with pleasure into the pillow beneath me again as he slammed his thick cock deep inside my ass.

"I'm going to fill this perfect arse," he groaned out as I moaned again, a fresh orgasm seeming to pick up from nowhere as he began fucking my ass at that same brutal pace with which he'd destroyed my still clenching pussy.

I held on to the mattress again, his thrusts punishing as he pounded into my ass, squelching, throbbing, clenching waves of pleasure causing me to squeeze around his dick.

He slammed into me, over and over, my body limp and held up by his impressive strength as he used my asshole to chase his own orgasm.

"Fuck, I'm going to cum!" he gritted out through clenching teeth, and I whimpered pathetically, pleasur shooting through me with fierce intensity as I felt his cock hardening deep inside me.

With one final, impossibly deep thrust he began moaning wildly as I felt his cock pulsing deep inside my ass. The warmth of his cum spilling inside me seemed to tip me over the edge again and I tightened around him as I came, too, milking every drop of his cum out with my ass as I moaned and shook, as he fucked his load deep inside me.

He seemed to want to be satisfied that every single drop of him was emptied deep inside me, and he fucked me with shallow thrusts until finally, he withdrew his cock from my ass.

I collapsed to the bed, satisfied and sated in a way I had never known before.

I was smiling, slick with sweat and breathing heavily as he stroked the skin of my ass reverently, no doubt admiring the cum now leaking from inside it.

"Beautiful," he whispered and with another of those magical snap of his fingers, I found myself kneeling on the floor at his feet, his still hard length now waiting in front of my face, glistening with his cum and my juices.

"Time for your next present," he said with a truly wicked grin on his delicious face as I looked up at him with shock and delight clear on my own face for him to see.

"Clean me up, darling," he instructed and my stomach fluttered with joy at his knowledge of my unspoken fantasies.

I gripped the base of his thick cock and began licking and sucking our mess from his length as he watched me with pride and satisfaction etched on his features.

The taste of him, of us, caused my pussy to clench again with fresh desire and I smiled slightly before pushing my mouth around his length, swallowing him down until my nose brushed the neatly trimmed hair at the base.

He was deep inside my throat, the taste of my ass and pussy, the taste of his cum, salty but with that tingling bite that flavoured his tongue, everything I dreamed it would be.

I bobbed my head as I looked up at him, fucking his length with my tight throat for a few thrusts before pulling back and tasting the mixture of flavours. I ran my tongue over his shaft, savouring the taste of us with every lick.

He groaned and grunted, stroking my face as I cleaned his cock.

I sat back, smiling up at him as he smiled down at me.

"More? Oh, of course darling. The morning can wait," he said, and I thrilled at his words.

Perhaps this really would be a Merry Christmas after all.