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Date: Fri, 14 Dec 2012 15:10:02 -0500
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This is a holiday story for you.  I think I have taken out all the typos
and it is ready.  I have been going over and editing, mostly for typos and
other vagrancies, all my older stories and will post them them along with a
new story or two.  One story is a shared story (much darker than I write) -
someone else wrote the story and I was asked to edit/rewrite it.  so
collaboration works.    This story is intended to be read by adults - as
defined by local law.  No animals or children appear in this story, so none
were endangered during the writing of this story.  Enjoy.  And remember
were are only paid with feedback.  It would be nice to hear from you.    BJ

   In the first place, God made idiots.  That was for practice.  Then he
made school boards.
   Mark Twain

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The Gift of the Night Visitor

Kylee had tried to get Logan's attention all evening. She knew
he'd seen her and she thought he'd appreciated what he saw. But
it had been from across the room, never up close and personal.
And now he'd been cornered   corralled   by Becca Sue. The tramp.
Well, she should just call it a night. Some office party this had
turned out to be. Hell of a thing, not being able to get laid at
the office Christmas party. Maybe, she thought, I should just go
home.

So she said a few goodbyes, maybe a little more curtly than she
should have, and headed for the elevator. The internal dialog was
her own little talk radio station. 

'Okay, maybe I'm a little fuller than most of the girls in the
office, but my shape isn't bad. I'm not a size 2 or anything, but
I don't look like a tree stump either. At least my tits are real
 unlike Becca Sue's. Only a lot of plastic could hold those tits
up the way they stick out. She was sure rubbing them in Logan's
face   hope he's not allergic to silicone if he's gonna suck on
those tonight.'

The elevator took her swiftly to the parking level. And she knew
that between her anger and the drinks she'd had at the party, she
shouldn't drive. Well shit, the company had provided cabs for
those not able to drive, so why shouldn't she use one. She got
back on the elevator and pushed the button for the lobby.

As she walked across the lobby, she saw a few heads turn in her
direction. And thought she heard a low whistle. Why not   she
looked pretty good. Damn good, in fact. Her breasts were full and
her waist nipped in nicely. Her ass was nicely rounded; and sure
didn't hang off her chair in every which direction when she sat.
Her legs were good   shapely with strong calves. She may not be
asked to model stockings for the Victoria's Secret catalog, but
she wore them well.

A cab pulled up and she got in. She gave the cabbie the address
and eased back in the seat. Through half lidded eyes she saw the
appreciative glance the cabbie gave her.

'Why couldn't Logan look at me like that?' As she fumed she idly
played with her strand of pearls. Without conscious thought her
finger flicked back and forth across her nipple, further
increasing her frustration. 'I know he likes what he sees when he
looks at me. Christ he had a hardon when we left that meeting
last week and I was the only woman in the room. He sure displayed
a nice lump. God I wanted to fuck him tonight. He's just too shy
to ask me out. Maybe he's afraid of a complaint of sexual
harassment. But he was sure gawking at Becca Sue tonight. The
slut. Maybe I should have shown more tit tonight   let the girls
do their thing. But that slut got to him and hogged him all
night.'

"Here we are," the cabbie announced pulling her from her dream
world. "You're good," he grinned, "the company got the fare."

She got out and trudged up to the stairs to the front door   no
use disappointing the cabbie. As he turned into the street from
the driveway, she turned from the door and headed back down the
stairs, around the corner and to the carriage house in the back.
That was her place. It was nice, but it would be so lonely
tonight. She'd planned to show it to Logan tonight, but now she
was alone, and horny to boot.

She flipped on a light and took off her coat, draping it over the
newel post. She glanced in the hall mirror and studied the
reflection. She looked good, maybe even hot. Her black dress made
her look a little slimmer and taller. Or maybe that was the
heels. She half turned, eyes still on the mirror. 'Nice ass. Oh
shit, this isn't helping.' She turned away from the mirror.

'I need to sit for just a minute,' she told herself as she headed
for the couch. Her head was swimming from the combination of
drink and disappointment. 'Maybe if I just close my eyes for a
second ...'

********

She was dreaming. She actually knew that   somehow. And yet the
dream felt so real. The hand sliding up her leg. So slowly and
barely touching her. The finger stroking the smooth white skin
above her stocking; edging its way to her ...

Her eyes snapped open. She tried to sit up, but her hands were
tied and would come down from over her head. She was still lying
on the couch; one leg extended and the other pushed to the side
with her foot on the floor. And HE was looking down at her  
smiling. And his eyes actually did seem to twinkle. She tried to
say something, but she was gagged with something.

"Kylee, Kylee, Kylee, what am I going to do with you. You know I
check my list twice and you are there often enough, but in both
columns. Naughty and nice. And until tonight the count was pretty
much even. But you haven't been especially nice tonight, or
rather I should say you've had some very naughty thoughts
tonight."

'Christ, I must be dreaming. Or having a nightmare.'

"No you're not dreaming. And you're my last stop. I've been
trying to decide what I should do with you. Or for you. Or maybe
to you. But as you can see, I became a little sidetracked."

She was wide awake now. And realized He had slipped the top of
her dress off her shoulders and arms before he'd tied her hands.
But he hadn't pulled it down   her tits were still covered. And
he was sitting between her legs so she could close them. 'Jeez,
what a pervert.'

"No not a pervert. I just play by different rules, you might say.
Being an elf lord has its advantages. And I can tell you that by
your world's standards, I'm no saint either. The Missus calls me
Nick the Prick. I've always got an eye out for a pretty one such
as yourself. And tonight is the one night that the missus won't
cut it off if I dally a bit."

Kylee closed her eyes and rolled them behind the lids.

"Now don't you be rolling your eyes at me, young lady," he
admonished. "I still haven't decided what I should do yet. You
could end up with coal in your stockings."

'If you look down you'll see they are full of my legs right
now.'

"Yes they are and very nicely filled I might add," he said and
began stroking her leg again, working his way up her thigh. His
fingers brushed the moist crotch of her panties as he moved his
attention to her other thigh and leg. She moaned.

"I had to bind your hands and gag you, well, because I was afraid
I'd get too distracted and you might try to cause trouble," he
continued as he kept rubbing her legs and thighs in that
maddening fashion. "This way, tied and gagged, I can cross you
off the list no matter whether I decide on naughty or nice. I
could just roll you over and spank your cute bottom or I could
fuck you senseless. Or I might just do both."

'For Christ's sake. Touch me again, I almost came. Please touch
me. Please make me come.'

"So, I should be nice to Naughty Kylee? Or naughty to Nice Kylee?
Hmmm ..." he smiled down at her. And moved his hand down her
legs. Standing his smile wider he mused, "Maybe if I play with
those lovely breasts, it would nudge your name into the nice
column. Of course it would be better if you raised them up in
offering to me, but I can see you're a little tied up."

'Oh this must be a nightmare. With a fucking comedian."

"Now dear, that was a tick in the naughty column. Tsk   tsk. Now
let's just see what the girls think of a little attention." With
one hand cupping her sex, squeezing just a little, he reached up
and pulled the top of her dress down to her waist. And his face
lit up even more at the sight of her breasts.

"Oh my, aren't they just lovely." His slid his hand slowly up her
stomach to her breasts. "Your skin is so soft and milky. I just
want to lick and kiss you all over."

He leaned over her and ran his tongue along her jawline and then
moved down to her throat and neck, slowly kissing her. Kylee's
neck had never quite been worked over so thoroughly. And his
beard kept brushing the tops of her breasts and nipples. She felt
like she would explode. Instead, she moaned behind the gag, an
animal sound and raises her hips, trying to rub her sex against
his hand. He still cupped her, but moved his hand with her motion
so only the heat of his hand affected her.

'Oh God, Oh God, Oh God ... please.'

"What an eager and wanton little vixen," he mumbled into her
neck. "Be patient, little one." He ran his tongue down between
her breasts and looked down. Her aureoles were puckered and her
nipples stiff. With a swirl of his tongue, he circled each
causing a burst of pure sexual heat to engulf her. Then, she was
sure he was trying to drive her crazy, he attacked her breasts
with the fervor of a starving man. He licked, sucked and nipped
both breasts and nipples. He brought up both hand and cupped them
as his mouth continued his attack. 

Kylee's eyes rolled back in her head as he took her left nipple
between his teeth and pulled her breast out, squeezing it at the
same time. She screamed in passion when he did the same with her
right breast. Behind the gag she yowled like a cat in heat as
work his way back and forth.  Then his tongue was suddenly
dipping in to her navel, swirling slowly.

'God, don't leave me like this. Please fuck me. Please, oh God
please!'

"Now dear, I'm not God. In fact I told you I wasn't really a
saint either. And I think my kisses might be considered a little
present for the Nice Kylee," he said as he slid down between her
legs.

As he arranged himself she lifted her hip again, offering herself
up to him. The skirt of her dress joined the top half bunched up
around her waist. He brought his face down between her thighs,
and breathed deeply. Kylee tried in vain to push her sex into his
face.

"My dear, you smell heavenly. I would love to bury my face in you
right now, but," he paused dramatically, as if pondering the fate
of the world, "the Naughty Kylee issue must be dealt with. What
to do, what to do."

'Please just fuck me,' Kylee thought as she jerked her hips at
his face. 'Please!'

"I'm sure that would be nice for both of us," he inhaled deeply
again, "and you certainly smell as if you're ready. But ..." And,
as quick as a wink, she was face down, knees under her hips, and
her cute little ass sticking up. "Ahhh, this is better, I know
just what you need."

He suddenly yanked up on the back strap of her thong, crushing
and scraping her clit with the little patch of lace in the front.
She thought it should have made her cum, but it was so sudden it
did nothing but drive her crazier. She tried to rock her hips and
found he had let go of her thong and was holding her still   she
couldn't seem to move.

'That's not fair. Please don't torment me more. Please let me
cum.'

"No dear. First we must deal with Naughty Kylee, just as we did
with Nice Kylee. I know," he said and pulled her thong from her
hips, leaving her sex exposed. Holding her hips motionless, he
very slowly ran a finger up and down her outer lips, parting them
just ever so slightly. "You, my dear, are very wet. We must do
something about that. After all, you have been a bad girl this
year."

SLAP!

His hand hit her bottom with a suddenness that had her crying out
behind her gag.

SLAP!

SLAP!

SLAP!

He spanked one cheek and then the other. And it hurt. Kylee's ass
was on fire.

'Oh please, stop. Oh it hurts, it hurts. Please Stop!'

SLAP!

SLAP!

SLAP!

"I'm sorry, but as you pointed out ..."

SLAP!

"... your stockings are full of legs ..."

SLAP!

SLAP!

"... and there is no room for coal."

SLAP!

SLAP!

"Besides, I wouldn't want you to get cold."

SLAP!

SLAP!

Just as suddenly, his finger was rubbing her clit and sliding
down between her lips.

SLAP!

SLAP!

SLAP!

"My, my, my, you seem to be even wetter than before. You are very
naughty if this is a treat."

Kylee tried to move but it seemed he was holding her in place by
just resting his hand on top of her bum. And the other hand was
driving her mad. He had started to alternative between the
stinging slaps on her bottom and gently, and all too quickly,
rubbing her clit. Now her bottom wasn't all that was on fire. Her
cunt felt almost as hot as her bottom.

'Oh please. This is torture. Please fuck me. Please. Please.
Please."

"You have to be punished for being so naughty this year, my
darling. So I'm not sure that torture is the word to use." He
inhaled deeply again, loud enough for her to hear. "And you
certainly smell as if your body doesn't consider it torture."

She felt his weight shift as he continued smacking her bottom.
Then she felt his teeth on her labia   nipping at her, pulling
her. And his tongue penetrated her. Before she could climax, his
mouth was gone and he was smacking her bottom again. The fire of
her bottom seemed to make the room glow.

"Merry Christmas," he cried out and she thought she was being
split apart as he plunged his cock into her.

And he was huge. Not so long, but very thick. She had never been
stretched like this before. He pulled back until just the head
was in her and slammed in hard, his belly slapping against her
burning bottom mixing her pain with pleasure. He drove into her
again and again. Her mind went blank.

As he continued driving into her, she became aware that with each
in stroke his cock seemed to grab and tug on her clit, pulling it
into her body. And pushing it back out on each out stoke. Later,
she wouldn't be able to actually tell. All she remembered, when
she did, was sensory overload   a fullness and her whole body
seemed to buzz.

And suddenly she was on her back again. He was holding her
ankles, pulling her legs wide. And still hammering away. His eyes
were glazed as he looked down on her cunt and his cock pistoning
in and out. She was right on the brink of an orgasm. Right there.
Right there.

'Please let me cum.'

His only response was to lean forward and whip his beard back and
forth across her nipples, occasionally leaning further to nip or
lick one. Her body was in a frenzy. She couldn't move   to get
away, Heaven forbid, or to join in and push herself over the
brink. Her orgasm was there, just out of reach. And he smiled.

"Merry Christmas to all ..."

Their orgasms hit together, like a tsunami rolling over every
nerve in her body. The last thing she remembered as her eyes
rolled back into her head was his voice.

"... and to all a good night."

********

Kylee awoke to the bells. Church bells. It was morning. She
ached, inside and out, but couldn't remember why. She knew she'd
come home from the party last night alone, which she hadn't
intended. She almost felt royally and truly fucked, but she'd
come home alone. No that wasn't right   she did feel as if she
been royally fucked, fucked as never before. But she had come
home alone. She sat up slowly.

As she did the bells were joined by a buzzing sound. Her cell
phone. As she fumbled it out of her purse and looked at the
display, her attention was drawn to the bright yellow balloon
tied to the fireplace. She stared.

"Hello," she said absently into the phone. The balloon read "Your
Present is Nigh."

"Merry Christmas. Uh, Kylee, this is Logan. I wanted to wish you
a Merry Christmas. I hope it isn't too early."

'Logan?'

"No Logan. Thank you and Merry Christmas to you. Actually the
church bells woke up a bit ago."

"Well, I also wanted to check up on you and make sure you are
alright."

"Alright? What do you mean?"

"Well, you left the party so early last night. I was afraid that
maybe you were sick." Silence at both ends. "I was, well, I
wanted to talk to you at the party and thought maybe we could go
out for a late supper or drink or something. But Becca Sue
cornered me and wouldn't let me go. I would look around and see
you and try to get away, but ..."

"She was a little pushy."

"And she was a bit drunk. And then I looked up and you were gone.
I just broke away from her and headed down to the lobby. Bob had
said you'd just left. But you weren't there. I didn't know if
you'd gone home or to another party. So I guess my call had two
purposes. I wanted to make sure you were OK."

"Well thank you Logan, I am." Sorta. "Can I ask you a question?"

"Of course you can."

"Why haven't you ever approached me at work? Asked me out or
something. Why wait until the Christmas Party?"

She could almost feel him redden over the phone. "Um, well, you
see ..."

"Not really. Why?"

A deep breath. "Because you are so beautiful and I'm one of the
nerd squad and I've never had luck talking to women and ..."

Another long pause. She decided to wait him out.

"I was afraid you'd say no. And I thought maybe you'd feel sorry
for me at the party and say yes. Then before I could even say hi,
Becca Sue had me cornered, for real in a corner so I couldn't
escape, and pointed those plastic tits at me like guns and
trapped me.  When I finally got away to look for you, I had to
slide a table away from the wall so I could get around her."

Kylee waited to see if she could hear him hit the floor   that
whole speech had been rapid fire, with no pause for breath. And
she was biting her lip to keep from laughing at that last image.
Then she caught sight of the yellow balloon again. "Your Gift is
Nigh."

"I wouldn't have said no, if you'd asked. At work I mean. Or at
the party. I've actually hoped you would say something, but ..."

"Are you doing anything for Christmas luncheon? Probably spending
it with family. I'm sorry."

"No. No. And stop apologizing. I would love to have Christmas
lunch with you, but all I have is breakfast stuff. I was going to
spend today pretty much by myself."

"Well I just happen to have two reservations at the restaurant at
the Cirque Hotel for this afternoon at 3:00. Just in case you
might want to go with me."

"I would love to. We can dress up."

"Yeah, I could change. Pick you up in time."

"If you're wearing normal clothes now, why don't you come over
here and bring a change with you. I'll fix breakfast and we can
spend some time together and then dress up to go out."

"That sounds great. Ok."

She gave him the address and he said he'd be right over. She
smiled to herself as she started for the bedroom to change out of
her clothes from last night and take a shower. She felt a twinge
at the apex of her thighs and for some reason turned to look back
into the living room. And the balloon was gone. And for just a
moment she remembered what she'd thought must have been a dream
from last night. But the twinge told her maybe it wasn't a
dream.

She undressed and grabbed her silk robe from the closet door.

"Logan's coming over. Guess I was more nice than naughty. Thanks
Santa."

She got in the shower. And she thought of the silk robe
"accidentally" falling open when she answered the door. And she
thought of the image of Logan's erection bulging in his Khakis at
work. And she thought of all the time they had before they had to
get ready to go out. As she soaped her body she flicked her
finger quickly over her clit and shuttered.

"Guess I can be a little naughty on Christmas day. I've got a
whole year to balance it."


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