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Subject: {ASSM} Christmas Treats (A Dawn Story) {Daphne Conrad} (FF MMFF food exhib)
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Christmas treats

Apologies - I posted this a while back but with the wrong title in the 
subject
By Daphne Conrad

This is a stand-alone story, but it does follow in a sequence, which runs as 
follows:

A New Dawn Chapters 1-6
Making New Connections
A Pub Game

More stories can be found at http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/dconrad/www/

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It was two weeks before Christmas and to be honest, I wasn't looking forward 
to going home. I had settled into the routine of studying during the week 
and behaving demurely, and then spending weekends with Alex, where I would 
dress in outrageous clothes, we would watch porn all day and fuck all night. 
And every Saturday night we went next door, where Gladys would cook us a 
meal and I would wear something wildly exhibitionist, and everyone would 
talk about my body and the things I had got up to. Neither Gladys nor her 
husband Alfred ever touched me or made a move on me, but the effect of each 
evening where they commented on my breasts or legs, was to get me to a state 
of heightened arousal, so that by the time we got through the door of our 
own house, I was stripping the clothes off Alex. I know it had the same 
effect on Gladys and Alfred as we heard their bedsprings squeaking and 
Gladys moaning several times.
So, I had no real desire to go back home to my quiet village for three weeks 
and act like the timid, polite girl all my family and friends believed me to 
be. Alex felt the same, for although we weren't boyfriend and girlfriend, we 
were united by our secret sexual existence. Our other housemate, Paul, would 
have been surprised that Alex and I were having sex together, and that I got 
up to such wild sexual adventures, as he guessed nothing of this and 
probably felt himself to be the experienced man of the house, frequently 
coming in drunk and swearing loudly. He was devoted to his girlfriend, Tina, 
and we rarely saw him at weekends. I had met her once, she was very 
fashionable and gave an air of confidence that immediately made you feel 
inferior. Because of this I had ignored her and she had been cool with me, 
obviously not seeing me as sufficiently trendy or interesting enough to be 
worth any effort on her part. I think she was studying fashion in 
Manchester.
I was walking home after lectures when Gladys came out of her house. "Hello 
Dawn," she sounded surprised. She pointed at my clothes - a long loose skirt 
and a thick jumper with an unflattering bra underneath so my breasts were 
just a vague lump. "You know, I can never get used to seeing you in normal 
clothes. I could pass you in the street, you look so different."
"Well, I can't go around with my tits on show all the time Gladys."
"No, and it makes it special that it's us that you do it for." She leaned 
closer and whispered secretively, "I've been meaning to thank you. Ever 
since you started coming around on Saturday nights Alfred has been a lot 
more, you know, attentive. We've had a real spark back in our marriage."
I nudged her, "I know, we've heard you, going at it like a pair of 
teenagers."
She blushed, "ooh, dear. Sorry about that."
"Don't be silly, I think it's great. Besides, I'm sure you've heard Alex and 
me a few times also."
"Well, yes, we have love, but we quite like it. You two are younger than us 
though, we can't go on for as long as you do."
"Oh, that's Alex," I said, "he just wants to carry on forever."
"Do you want to come in for a cuppa? We can have a chat then, and also, I 
found some more outfits. I thought as this Saturday would be your last one 
before Christmas, I'd do a nice Christmas meal and you could wear something 
special. Alfred's popped over to see his brother for the day, so it'd give 
me a bit of company."
After we had some cake and tea, Gladys fetched a box of clothes down from 
her bedroom.
"Let's work through these," she said, pulling out a black leather miniskirt. 
"Shall we be naughty and have a Christmas drink while we do it?"
"Why not?" I was examining a see-through dress, with strategic flowers 
embroidered over the nipple and crotch areas. "Did your daughter really wear 
these clothes?"
Gladys came back in with two large glasses of gin. "Not all of them I think. 
She just liked to design them, you know to see how far she could go. Try 
that one on first. You can get changed here."
Feeling quite relaxed in front of Gladys, I stripped off and threw my 
clothes behind a chair. I pulled the dress on. It was a brown chiffon that 
went down to my ankles, and the cut was lovely, it hugged my body 
exaggerating the curves. The tiny flowers were made of light cotton, but 
Gladys's daughter obviously had smaller aureola than I, since mine created a 
dark circle around the flower, drawing your attention to it. I have never 
been good at false modesty, and I when I looked in the mirror I thought I 
looked very sexy.
Gladys agreed, "I wish Alfred could see you in that. I think he'd take me 
straight upstairs!" She was enjoying herself.
"It is a case of being clothed is definitely sexier than being naked." I 
noticed my nipples were hardening and this lifted the flowers upwards, so 
that they were sitting on top of the nipple, pointing towards the ceiling.
"I think you're getting excited at your own reflection there," Gladys 
smirked.
I blushed at my own vanity, "I know, terrible isn't it? Maybe this dress is 
a little too revealing once this happens, and the brown is a bit dated 
looking. Let's try something else."
Next I tried on the black leather miniskirt and a tiny black leather bra. 
The skirt made my bum look fabulous and the shiny smooth material longed to 
be touched. "It doesn't feel like dinner wear though does it?" I observed.
The next item was a small dress made of light cotton. It consisted of two 
parts, the top stopped just along my nipple line, so the bottom half of my 
breasts was exposed. From this two strings in the front and two in the back 
connected to a short skirt that again stopped halfway down my buttocks. The 
waist of the skirt was elasticated, so the two strings in front indented 
into the bottom half of my breasts.
"Oooh," said Gladys. "As I said my daughter isn't as big as you up top, so I 
think it came a bit lower on her. Doesn't cover much downstairs does it?"
Looking in the mirror I could see some of my red pubic hair peeking out from 
beneath the skirt like a nervous mouse. I wanted to reach down and touch it. 
Ever since my experience during my summer trip around Europe, I had found 
dressing up in clothes that exposed me to be tremendously erotic. On 
Saturdays I would quite often wear skimpy outfits around the house, or 
underwear while I did the cleaning. This excited Alex, the juxtaposition of 
the sexual with the everyday, but it also excited me and by lunchtime both 
of us would be unable to bear it any longer and would either be naked 
masturbating opposite each other (Alex's preference), or having furious sex 
on the lounge floor (my preference).  As our kitchens faced each other over 
a low wall, Gladys and Alfred often got a sight of these outfits also and 
usually waved their approval.
"I think if Alfred sees you in that he'll be whisking you upstairs, never 
mind me love," Gladys was trying to tug the top down to cover my breasts but 
as my nipples hardened this made it rise up further.
"Oh dear. Still, never mind. I would say that one is the winner so far."
I was about to reply when the door opened and a woman called 'yoohoo, 
Gladys. It's only me!"
Gladys flustered, quickly shoving my clothes behind the sofa. "Quick, 
quick," she whispered, pushing me into the kitchen and closing the door.
I heard the lounge door open and several people enter and conversation 
start. I sat on the work surface, waiting for the people to leave. Ten 
minutes later Gladys came in. "I'm making them tea," she whispered. "Then 
hopefully they'll go. It's just Brenda, an old friend of mine with her son. 
Just popped in to say Merry Christmas."
"How long will they be?" I asked. "I'm cold out here."
"Shhh," she said. "I'll make you a cuppa."
She left and I sat up on work surface area drinking my tea. Five minutes 
passed and I could still hear conversation coming from the lounge. Still 
feeling frisky from trying on the different outfits, I began idly stroking 
my exposed pussy, just lightly brushing the hair and the entrance. I began 
thinking about the sex Alex and I had had the previous Saturday. He has 
remarkable stamina and after three hours of trying almost every position he 
still had not climaxed, although I had come several times. In an attempt to 
get him to orgasm, we had put on his favourite porno movie and he fucked me 
from behind while watching it. Eventually, at about three in the morning he 
had come with a loud grunt, while I had my fourth orgasm. Thinking of this I 
slid one finger inside my pussy, and slowly worked it in and out. I brought 
one leg up on the counter and slipped a second finger in. It felt very 
relaxing and closing my eyes I leant back against the kitchen cabinets and 
began rubbing my clitoris with my other hand.
Since knowing Alex I had increased the amount I masturbated, and I had to 
admit, I sometimes enjoyed it better than sex.  I could feel that wonderful 
flooding of chemical release now, and like getting drunk I knew I was 
entering a phase where I would soon stop acting logically. My pussy was now 
very wet and I was aware of mild slurping sounds as I increased my attention 
to it. I opened my eyes and saw in the kitchen opposite – my kitchen 
– Paul’s girlfriend, Tina, staring open-mouthed at me, a cup of 
coffee in her hand. I had forgotten she had come down that day and was in 
the house on her own while Paul was playing football. She was looking 
fashionable again, with dark, razor cropped hair, retro make-up and a tight 
fitting black zip top with some obscure logo across it. I jerked upright in 
shock and one hand came up to my mouth. However, I had reached that stage 
now and the other hand continued rubbing my clit, almost of its volition. I 
noticed then that with her free hand which was out if sight below the sink, 
she was rubbing her crotch.
Taking a gamble, I then gave her a naughty smile and sucked on my fingers, 
which were damp with my own love juices. She responded with an equally 
mischievous grin and indicated that I should lift my top up. I did so and 
began to massage my large breasts, sucking on my erect nipples in the way I 
had seen countless women perform in Alex’s porn videos. From the 
movement of her elbow I could tell she was rubbing herself more vigorously. 
I then pointed to her and made a sign of showing me her breasts. She shook 
her head, which disappointed me. Then she put down her coffee cup and 
beckoned me over with her finger, which she then traced around the outline 
of her tits.
Feeling quite wanton with lust now, I jumped down off the counter and out of 
the back door. Wearing my flimsy outfit I scrambled over the back wall and 
into the kitchen, hoping none of the houses backing on to us had seen me. 
Tina was sitting on our table.
She giggled, “I never knew you were like this Dawn. Paul didn’t 
tell me.”
“He doesn’t know,” I said, standing in front of her and 
rubbing her thighs. She was smaller than me, with a lithe figure. Her brown 
eyes were accentuated by the make-up she was wearing and these now gleamed 
up at me, with a mixture of apprehension and impishness.
“Oooh,” she said, rubbing my shoulders, “I bet he 
doesn’t. This would just about blow his mind.”
I leant forward and kissed her. She hesitated momentarily and then responded 
pushing back against my lips and her arm coming around my neck. Breaking 
free she said, “Dawn, I’ve never done it with a woman before. 
But lots of my friends at college are lesbians and I think I should try it. 
Will you help me?”
Abbi, the girl I had met during the previous summer holiday had been my only 
female lover before, but like surviving train crashes, any experience makes 
you an expert. This knowledge gave me a surge of power, I was the one in 
control here, and all of Tina’s previous aloofness evaporated. 
Nibbling her neck I whispered in her ear “Oh, yes, Tina. My only 
question is how many times do you want to come?”
“Oooh, promises, promises,” she tittered.
I pulled down the zip on her top and opened it up. Her medium-sized boobs 
looked big on her small frame, and in her uplift black bra, I couldn’t 
resist kissing them while I reached around to unclip the bra. She pushed my 
head onto her chest saying “I think you’ve got great tits Dawn. 
Funny I’d never realised it before, but they are massive.”
As I freed her tits, which had a nice upturn to them and dark brown nipples 
that matched her eyes, I said, “yours aren’t bad either.” 
I then took one of her nipples in my mouth and sucked hungrily, while 
quickly undoing the large silver buckle on her jeans. She lifted her bum off 
the table and I quickly tugged them down. With a shimmy of her legs they 
dropped to the floor. She pulled at my top and the fragile strands 
connecting the top and the bottom snapped.
She laughed, “I won’t even ask where you got this number from, 
but it certainly works.”
I pushed my tits up toward her and she leant down, licking around my nipple. 
It was such a turn-on to know this was the first breast she had ever sucked. 
After some careful attention she drew in a large amount of my breast, 
pulling it down into her mouth. I could feel my nipple pushing against the 
roof of her mouth. You could tell she was a novice at it, rather like an 
over-eager teenager, but that was easily outweighed by the excitement of 
seeing this beautiful girl looking up at me with her lovely eyes as she 
gobbled, licked and sucked my boobs. I slid my hand inside her knickers and 
she gave a little shiver as my fingers touched her pussy. There was again 
that moment’s hesitation and then she parted her legs and I slid the 
tip of my finger in. I stroked it upwards and parted her lips, to stroke her 
clitoris.
She stopped sucking my breasts and leant back, moaning softly. I pulled her 
knickers down to her knees and said “you have a lovely little body 
Tina.”
“Stop talking and lick me out for God’s sake,” she 
whimpered.
I kissed my way down her body, over her the slight pot of her tanned 
stomach, down to the start of her trimmed pubic hair and then pulling her 
legs apart I gave her clit two quick licks. She shuddered and pulled my head 
in. Using one hand to finger fuck her I licked her clitoris vigorously, 
flicking it with the tip of my tongue and then pushing long licks down its 
length. It was a beautiful sight to look up and see her boobs quivering and 
her chocolate nipples pointing towards the ceiling.
“Uhmmm,” she moaned, stroking my hair. “God that feels 
good Dawn. Keep doing it. Yes, there, just there.”
I wasn’t sure if she referring to the position I had my fingers in, 
which was around the mythical G-spot or where I was licking her, so I 
continued both. This worked immediately and she pushed her pussy firmly into 
my face, clutching handfuls of hair.
“Yes, yes, that’s it. My God that is good. Don’t 
stop.”
Although I thought I couldn’t increase my pace anymore, I managed a 
final burst and Tina responded by wrapping her legs around my neck and 
clamping me in. I found it hard to breath and just when I thought I would 
have to break away she dug her nails into my shoulder.
“My God! I’m coming, really coming. Oh fuck! You fucking dyke 
I’m coming.” She increased her grip on me and then a flood of 
juice melted onto my hand and trickled out. Her grip relaxed and I slowed 
down my attentions. She lay back on the table, and I stood up. Her chest was 
rising and falling rapidly. I climbed on top of her, smiling.
She kissed me and smiled back weakly, “phew, I thought maybe you 
lezzies missed out on something, but now I know different.”
Stroking her hair back from her face, where it was matted with sweat, I 
said, “I’m not a lesbian. I sort of go both ways. I just like 
adventures you know.”
“Ooh, there really is more to you than meets the eye isn’t there 
Dawn?”
“Maybe, although do you like what meets the eye now?”
“Oh yes,” she was running her carefully trimmed nails along my 
thigh. I took her hand and placed it in my crotch.
“Put your finger inside me,” I whispered.
“I’m not..” she began and stopped as I gripped her hand 
and pushed it to my pussy. She ran a finger along my pussy and lips and 
tentatively slipped a finger in.
“You’ve got to make me come now Tina. It’s the 
dyke’s code of honour,” I joked.
She kissed me quickly, “in that case I don’t have any choice do 
I?”
“I don’t see any.”
She pushed another finger into my wet pussy and returned to kissing my 
breasts. After a few minutes of this, I pushed her head downwards and she 
resisted only a little. I was so turned on by having a girl virgin go down 
on me that I almost came on the first contact of her tongue.
“Sorry if I’m not doing it right,” she said.
“You’re doing just fine Tina, just fine.”
She copied my technique and soon she was lapping away at my clit while 
sliding four fingers of her petite hand in and out of my enflamed pussy. 
With all the excitement of that afternoon I knew I wouldn’t last long. 
Then she switched so her tongue was thrusting in and out of me, while her 
hand rubbed my clit. She pushed her face in deeper and I could feel her 
tongue stroking the inside of me. I was rubbing her arms with increased 
pressure as the excitement built in me.
“That’s it Tina. That is nice, mmmmm. You can do this again. 
Will you do it again? I miss having a sexy girl to make love to. Maybe we 
should put on a show for Paul? Do you think he’d like that? The two of 
us fucking each other. I’m coming Tina, don’t stop, that’s 
it.”
I could tell she was enjoying herself now, changing the angle of her 
approach and really working me hard. I pulled her up to me so we could kiss 
and she continued to finger me. I came as we kissed, pulling her mouth 
firmly on to mine, our lips sticky from each other’s juices and our 
tongues wrapping around each other frantically.
With a sigh I laid back on the table. “That was nice, thank 
you.”
She lay next to me, both of us staring at the ceiling in silence for a 
while.
“You know what you said – about doing it again?” she asked 
with trepidation.
“Yes?”
“Well, I enjoyed it. You know that. But I don’t think we should. 
I love Paul and I don’t want to upset that. I just wanted to try it 
you know? Are you angry with me?”
I laughed, “Tina, I rarely have sex with the same person twice. I 
wasn’t expecting a relationship. Having you once is a privilege, so 
thank you. And don’t worry, next time you see me, I’ll be quiet 
and shy again. Paul will never guess.”
She kissed me, “thank you.” Then with a flash of her mischievous 
smile again she added “you dyke.”
I laughed and hopped off the table. “I’d best get back next 
door.”
“Yes, what is the deal there? Is that old woman your lover?”
“No, it’d take too long to explain, but it’s just some 
fun. Anyway Paul will be back soon won’t he?”
She looked at the clock and quickly pulled her clothes about her “God 
yes. Imagine if he’d caught us like that. He wouldn’t have known 
whether to be disgusted or turned on.”
“Knowing men, I’d say turned on.” I gave her another quick 
kiss, and then climbed back over the wall and into Gladys’s kitchen 
again. I sat at her table and with a final wave Tina left our kitchen and 
disappeared from sight.
A few minutes later Gladys came back in. “They’ve gone,” 
she said. “My dear, you look a bit flustered. Are you okay?” She 
placed a hand against my head which was warm and sweaty. “Oh dear, I 
think you might be coming down with something. Better get your clothes on 
and go home to bed.”
As I stood up she noticed the broken straps on the outfit. “How did 
that happen?”
“Oh, I… it must have happened when I jumped up on the counter 
there. Sorry.”
“Never mind, maybe that wasn’t right for Saturday night anyway. 
I hope we’ll still see you then.”
“Yes, of course.” I got changed back into my normal clothes. I 
felt rather like a superhero getting back into their civilian clothes after 
some daring rescue and returning to the normal world where everyone else is 
unaware of your special powers.
Back in my house Paul was back. Tina was sitting on the sofa next to him as 
they watched some quiz show.
“Hello you two,” I said nonchalantly as I went through to the 
kitchen.
“Hi Dawn,” Paul replied, distracted as he started kissing Tina, 
who didn’t say anything, but gave me a wink as I went upstairs.

“You did what?” Alex was incredulous. It was Saturday morning 
and with the house to ourselves, I was sitting opposite him wearing a maroon 
half bra with firm support, and white panties. My nipples just poked out of 
my thrusting breasts and Alex had been idly rubbing himself while he drank 
his tea and ogled my cleavage. With my statement he had stopped both 
activities.
“I fucked Tina on Wednesday. And she fucked me. Here on this 
table.”
He stared at the table as if the scene might re-enact itself.
“What, Paul’s Tina?”
“Yes.”
Now he looked cowed, “did you fuck Paul as well?” He was trying 
to sound nonchalent, but this was the first time I had detected a note of 
jealousy in him. Usually he was turned on by my exposing myself to or 
fucking other men.
“No, and you must never tell him.”
“Okay,” he said, brightening up. He quickly fished his cock out 
of his pyjamas and started masturbating in front of me. Once we had got over 
his initial shyness about this, he now seemed to do it at the slightest 
provocation. “But you’ve got to give me every detail.”
”I bet you’ve wanked about her a few times haven’t 
you?”
“Oh yes,” he said. That was another admirable thing about Alex, 
he never lied about such things, it just never occurred to him. 
“Especially when she stays here some nights and you can hear them both 
going at it.”
I giggled, “I know. It’s not fair is it? You and I are lying in 
separate beds, both wanking furiously listening to them going at it and we 
can’t get together.”
“Maybe we should next time, just sneak into my room for a quick 
one.”
“There’s no such thing as a quick one with you though is there 
Alex? They’ll have finished before long and you’ll still be 
going at it.”
“True. Anyway, tell me what happened. I can’t believe you got it 
together with Tina. I never knew she was that way inclined.” He 
reached over with his free hand and without looking at me pulled both my 
nipples out so they were fully exposed. Then settling back he continued 
masturbating, staring at them. He often did this, staging me as his own 
personal piece of pornography. I think he had become so accustomed to porn 
that it was the reality for him, and he tried to make real life match it. 
That was why he often preferred to masturbate instead of having sex, 
although I had managed to convince him of the pleasures of a good fuck. I 
didn’t mind him posing me, in fact it turned me on. On a Saturday 
afternoon he would often have me dress in certain clothes and act out photo 
sets from his magazines. So I had pretended to be a policewoman, a 
construction worker, and a teacher, unstripping slowly and striking 
particular poses while he wanked himself. Although it sounds odd, I had 
learnt a lot from it. I knew exactly what gestures, expressions and 
positions really turned men on. For instance, it would probably not have 
occurred to me that the underneath view, so when you stand over someone and 
they see the underside of your breasts appearing over your pussy could be so 
stimulating. It also informed my understanding of seducing women, which 
after my experience with Tina, was something I had realised I wanted to do 
more of.
I told him the story of how Tina and I had made love and he pressed me for 
details throughout, demanding to know more about the shape of her breasts, 
what she said as she orgasmed, what it felt like having her go down on me 
and so on. As I recalled the events I slipped my hand inside my knickers and 
joined him in an increasingly frenzied masturbation session. Unlike Alex 
however, this is not always enough for me, and soon I was sitting on his 
lap, stroking his cock and pushing my tits into his face. Succumbing to my 
demands, he lifted me up and eased his cock into me.
I moaned softly, half caught in the pleasure of the present and half in the 
memory of my encounter with Tina.
“Promise me one thing Dawn,” he said slurping on my breasts.
“Mmhhmm,” I was biting my lip as I slid myself up and down on 
him.
“If you ever get to fuck her again, let me join in.”
“Oh yes. That would be great. I’d love to fuck both of you. God 
she was so horny Alex, I’d love to see your cock going in and out of 
her, while I sucked her lovely dark nipples. Then when you’d finished 
with her, I’d take over and we’d make her come over and over 
again.”
“Oh God, yes.” He lifted me up onto the table. “Is this 
where you fucked her? Is this where she came?” He was pistoning in and 
out of me now, his thighs shaking with the effort.
“Yes,” I urged him on, knowing that the mental imagery was 
getting him more excited than the physical sensation. “This is where 
she squealed as I licked her pussy. God, fuck me Alex, fuck me like 
I’m her. Fuck me with that lovely cock of yours.”
And with that he increased his rhythm, “God yes. Oh God, I love 
it.”
I could feel my orgasm coming already. I tend to orgasm quite easily if I 
find the situation erotic. I’ve often wondered if this is why I like 
having this type of sex so much – I’m rarely disappointed. But I 
knew Alex would carry on for some time usually.
“I’m coming Alex, I want you to come with me. That’s it, 
fuck me, fuck Tina. Yes, come on.”
He groaned and closed his eyes, slamming me further up the table. 
“Yesss. I’m coming.”
”Come on Alex,” I screamed, “come inside me.” And 
with that he pushed himself deep inside me and I felt his spunk shoot in me 
as I started to come, clawing at his arms and he dug his fingers into my 
buttocks as he lifted me up. Then we both collapsed on the table, panting 
heavily.
He kissed me tenderly, probably the first time he had ever done so and said, 
“Mmm, thank you Dawn, that was lovely.”
I was concerned that maybe he was getting a bit emotional and although we 
were friends and lovers we weren’t a boyfriend and girlfriend. I 
tweaked his arm, “hey, don’t thank me, thank Tina.”
Recovering himself he smirked, “I meant what I said about if ever you 
and her…”
“Sadly, I don’t think that will happen. She made it clear it was 
a one-off.”
“Pity.” He climbed off the table and went to the bathroom. 
“What are you wearing tonight?” he called out as he washed 
himself down.
“Oh, I think you’ll like it,” I replied.

“Wow!” Alex breathed as I stepped into the room. “My God 
Dawn, I think that is the sexiest thing you have ever worn, and that’s 
saying something.”
“Why thank you Alex. Glad you like it, it took me long enough to get 
on.” I was wearing a black corset which laced up at the front. It was 
incredibly tight and pushed all my flesh upwards. My boobs had never seemed 
so big, I could practically rest my chin on them. Their size was further 
exaggerated by the increased slimness of my waist, so they seemed to project 
away from my body an incredible amount. This corset was obviously a boob 
fetishist’s dream. I was also wearing black fishnet tights and, as 
with my boobs, the corset exaggerated the length of my legs by cutting away 
at the side. The fishnet became denser around the crotch area and as the 
corset dipped down in the front I had decided not to ruin the effect by 
wearing knickers. With such an outfit only high heals were appropriate of 
course so I had on some three inch black stilettos, which again accentuated 
my legs. I felt like I was all tits and legs, that the corset transformed me 
into just sexual components, which was fine by me.
Alex immediately started rubbing himself, “hey, stop that.” I 
told him. “We’re going to dinner remember?”
“I can’t help it Dawn. I’ve never seen anyone look like 
that, it’s even better than in my magazines.” Only Alex could 
mean that as a compliment I thought.
“Well, I’m pleased it turns you on, it’s bloody 
uncomfortable and I can barely breathe.” This was true. I had used 
various techniques to pull the laces tight and now felt slightly giddy.
“I think old Alfred will have a heart attack when he sees you in 
that.”
“It’s a Christmas treat.” I put my coat on and Alex 
offered me his arm. Linking my arm through his, I tottered next door.
Gladys opened the door, and once she removed my coat her reaction was much 
the same as Alex’s. “Oh, my, Dawn. That certainly is a special 
outfit for Christmas. Give us a twirl.” I turned around for her and 
she nodded approvingly. “Come on in. Let Alfred see this.”
She led me into the front room. Alfred was standing up from the sofa, ready 
to greet me. He stopped and simply gawped at me.
“Alfred, you’re dribbling love,” Gladys mocked him.
He shook his head, “oh, oh right. Sorry Dawn. How are you?” He 
kissed me on the cheek.
“What do you think of our Dawn’s outfit then Alfred?” 
Gladys asked.
“I must say it is lovely. You look absolutely gorgeous Dawn.”
“Thank you. I see you two have dressed up too.” Alfred was 
wearing a dark suit and Gladys had on a smart floral dress. “See how 
you’re letting us down Alex?” Alex looked down at his usual 
jeans and jumper and shrugged, grinning playfully.
“Well it is a special occasion and I think you more than make up for 
him. Come and sit down, I’ve cooked a lovely dinner.”
As we sat down at the table I realised that my dress choice was going to be 
even more problematic than I had anticipated. I hadn’t practiced 
sitting down in it and found that it wasn’t really designed for 
comfort. It was very hard and inflexible so it didn’t bend as I sat 
down. Instead it pushed my boobs up higher, and dug into my thighs. When I 
reached for my glass of champagne I felt as though I was reaching around an 
object in front of me and drinking over the top of it, my boobs were now 
projected so high and far out. It also made breathing even more difficult.
“Is it uncomfortable love?” Gladys asked, noticing my 
discomfort.
“Yes, slightly awkward. Not to worry though, I’ll get used to 
it.”
Gladys served the starter, and more champagne was poured. We talked about 
our plans for Christmas. I began to feel quite flushed, what with the 
champagne and breathing restrictions. The Christmas dinner came next and I 
soon felt the tightness of the corset on my stomach as I ate some food. 
Feeling uncomfortable I didn’t eat too much, instead focusing on the 
champagne. The conversation turned to my outfit.
“I’ve never seen that outfit, is it one we gave you?”
“Yes, it was in the first box. I wasn’t sure I would fit into 
it.”
“I’m not sure you are Dawn.” This was Alfred. He pointed 
to my right breast, the nipple of which was now half exposed, as if it was 
trying to escape the stifling garment.
“It is most…well flattering. I’ve never seen your breasts 
look quite so amazing. They just seem to go on for miles.”
“It comes at a price I’m afraid,” I giggled, and realised 
I was feeling more drunk than I had thought. “I can barely breathe and 
my tits feel as though they are being squeezed.”
“Maybe you could undo it a little?” Gladys suggested.
“Not without my tits coming out. Would that put any of you off your 
food?”
“No, although I might like to put some of my food on them,” Alex 
joked.
“Well, as it’s Christmas we’ll see.” I untied the 
lace at the front and pulled the strings apart. My right nipple popped out 
immediately. I hauled out my left one, so they now both poked over the top 
of the hard corset edge. I took a few deep breaths which made my chest heave 
up and down. The other three had all stopped eating and were staring at my 
breasts.
“Phew, that’s better,” I said.
“Yes, I think it is,” Alfred commented. I looked at him as this 
wasn’t like him and he gave me a wink. Maybe he was feeling the 
effects of the champagne too.
“I’ll get dessert,” Gladys said and returned with 
chocolate gateau.
“Who wants cream?” she asked.
“Actually, I’ll have nipple with mine,” Alex said. 
“You did say we could Dawn.”
Before I could say anything he had scooped out my right breast so that the 
corset now went underneath it. I felt like a spectator, as if I wasn’t 
responsible as he pasted a large amount of gateau over the nipple and then 
licked the dollops off, before taking a large amount of my breast in his 
mouth and sucking greedily. When it emerged again, it was moist and clean. 
Alfred and Gladys just watched, amazed.
“Oh, right,” Gladys said. “And you Alfred?” She 
offered the cream jug forward.
He looked sheepish. “Could I have the same as him please?”
I looked at Gladys. She raised her eyebrows and said, “well it is 
Christmas I suppose.”
So Alfred copied Alex’s action, tugging my left breast free and then 
smearing a large quantity of chocolate gateau in a circle around the nipple. 
Then he said, “I think I will have cream as well.” He took the 
jug and poured some cream over my breast. I shuddered with the cold as it 
pooled in my cleavage and dribbled onto the black corset. Then Alfred 
stemmed its flow with two long licks around my breast, before concentrating 
on the gateau, which he licked and nibbled off delicately, before cleaning 
my breast with several careful slurps and a final suck. I looked at Gladys 
as he did this and she just smiled indulgently.
When Alfred had finished, he sat back and said “Mmm, lovely.”
I felt I had to offer so I asked, “Gladys?” sticking my chest 
forward.
“I think I’ll just have cream all the same, love.”
I took a long gulp of Champagne and this gave Alex another idea. “Oh, 
let me try it with that,” he said. He took a gulp from the bottle and 
then latched onto my breast. I could feel the bubbles tingling my nipples as 
he flicked his tongue back and forwards over my nipple.
“Ooh, that tickles,” I cooed.
Sure enough Alfred then wanted to try. He too took Champagne in his mouth 
and then inserted my nipple. A dribble of champagne escaped and he slurped 
as he tried to complete the seal. He rolled his tongue around my nipple and 
sucked it down, then nibbled it between his teeth. I pulled back in surprise 
and the champagne poured out, onto my lap.
“Oops,” I said.
My nipples were now both very erect. Commenting on these Gladys said, 
“looks like you’re enjoying it mind.”
“It’s just the champagne was cold,” I protested.
“Of course love.” She smiled at me. “I was going to 
suggest some party games after dinner. I had Trivial Pursuit in mind, but 
that seems a bit tame now doesn’t it?”
I realised that Alfred was still staring at my lap, where the champagne had 
spilt.
“You’re not wearing any knickers are you Dawn? I hadn’t 
realised.”
“Oh Alfred, you are so slow sometimes,” Gladys admonished him.
“I’ve got a game then,” Alex suggested. I somehow knew it 
wasn’t going to be Scrabble. “Why don’t we play Guess the 
Object. We blindfold Dawn and she has to get which object we give 
her.”
His suggestion wasn’t met with much enthusiasm, so he continued. 
“But we get to decide how she gets to feel the object.”
“Ahh, I see. Yes that sounds good,” chirruped Alfred.
“I can see that might be more fun that Trivial Pursuit,” Gladys 
added.
They all looked at me then, and I didn’t have the heart to let them 
down. “Well, it is Christmas I suppose.”

Before I could say anything else, Alex was putting Albert’s tie around 
my head like a blindfold. They turned my chair around so I was facing in to 
the room. I felt incredibly aroused now, envisaging the sight I must have 
made, with my boobs hanging out over my tight corset, glistening with the 
moisture of Alex and Albert’s saliva. I opened my legs slightly and 
felt a cool breeze on my inflamed pussy.
Alex said loudly, “I think those tights will have to be 
removed.” He lifted my bum up and with two quick yanks pulled my 
tights down. I stretched out my legs so he could peel them off.
“I’ll go first,” said Gladys, somewhat to my surprise. She 
lifted my chin up and I felt a big wodge of gateau being spooned in to my 
mouth and then some cream. It wasn’t put in tidily and chocolate and 
cream smeared around my mouth and dropped on to my boobs.
I correctly identified it, so Albert went next. I heard a tin open and then 
felt his fingers in my mouth. They were covered in thick sticky fluid, which 
it took me a while to recognise. I licked his fingers hungrily, and with a 
second handful he spooned the substance across my breasts. I realised this 
was going to be a messy game.
“That’s treacle,” I said.
The next thing I felt was Alex’s lips on mine, kissing me noisily. He 
opened his mouth and was pushing a warm liquid into my mouth. It tasted of 
raspberries. He then pulled away and I heard the sound of a plastic bottle 
being squeezed and the raspberry liquid dropped on to my face and he 
drizzled it across my tits.
I spat some out and said, “some kind of raspberry sauce.” I 
wished I could see the state I must be in by now. Somebody was massaging all 
the various food stuffs into my breasts, making sure they worked my hard 
nipples. I wondered who it was, and found the not knowing very exciting.
“Good,” he said. “Now enough of food, and on to 
objects.” He placed his hands on my thighs and pulled my legs apart 
some more. I knew where the objects were going.
First of all I felt a hard, but flexible object nudge at the entrance of my 
pussy. I lifted my arse slightly and it slipped in. It was obviously a 
vegetable of some sort, but I was so aroused that it felt pretty good. 
Whoever was sticking it in me slowly slid it in and out and I reciprocated 
with my hip movements, fucking this vegetable in front of everyone.
I let out a soft moan, “ooh, a cucumber?”
“Courgette, actually love, but close enough” said Gladys. Had 
she been fucking me with it?
To my chagrin it was removed at that stage. I sat eagerly waiting for the 
next item, my legs wide open, and my pussy obviously very wet. There was 
silence for a while, so I asked, “what’s going on? I’m 
gagging for it here.”
“We’re all having a good close look at your pussy Dawn,” 
came the reply, again from Gladys. I realised they were all bending over, 
inspecting me. “Do you want someone to touch it?”
“Yes please,” I cried.
“Then guess who’s fingers are in you now.”
With that two fingers slipped inside me and slowly worked their way in and 
out. Again I reacted to this, pushing my hips forward on each inward stroke. 
I let out a groan as the pleasure built in me. I thought they weren’t 
Alex’s fingers, although I was surprised how difficult it was to tell.
“Albert’s?” I whimpered.
“No, they’re mine,” Gladys said. “Do you 
mind?”

“God no,” I replied, again pushing myself against her fingers. 
Two hands were now rubbing my tits also and I was feeling close to coming. 
Then Gladys withdrew her fingers. I whimpered in protest.
Her fingers were quickly replaced by something cold and hard that I 
immediately identified as a bottle. I was fucked quite vigorously by this 
and then someone was sucking and slurping hungrily on my left breast. I 
heard a zip being undone and then my head was turned around and cock was 
presented to my lips. I opened my mouth and sucked it in. I knew it 
wasn’t Alex’s cock so it must have been Albert’s. I 
guessed it was Alex who was fucking me with the bottle, which meant Gladys 
was feasting on my tits. I pictured the scene and it sent me over the edge.
I flicked my tongue furiously around Albert’s helmet, and then pulled 
it out as I started to come.  I continued to wank it energetically. There 
were some fingers rubbing my clit now, which was more than I could stand.
“Oh, you bastards! I’m coming, really fucking hard!” I 
wrapped my legs around Alex’s back and arched my back in the chair. A 
massive single jolt went through my body causing my hips to leap wildly in 
the air. At the same time I could feel Albert’s cock convulsing in my 
hand. Warm jism splashed across my tits, mingling with the food stuffs. 
Albert grunted his approval. As I slumped back in the chair a second, 
unexpected jolt hit me and I let out a loud cry, before slumping forward.
All was silent for a while. Alex untied my blindfold and sat me back up.
Albert was sheepishly putting his prick back in his trousers. Alex was 
beaming up at me with his customary boyish pleasure. Gladys was looking 
concerned, “you okay, love?” She was worried that they had gone 
too far, or I had been hurt.
I looked down at the mess on my tits, the come, food and saliva all mixing 
together. I felt instantly horny again. I scooped a finger across my boobs, 
and licked off the collective goo. “Be quiet and kick my tits 
clean,” I grinned.

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