The afternoon progressed slowly, from Jarrod's perspective. He didn't want to go in before the tape was complete, so he spent the time nervously watching a football game, then mindlessly letting QVC run on the TV while he stared blankly at his laptop, which he had synchronized with his machine at work just before Christmas showed up. He kept dazedly returning to the same page of the screen and finally, three hours later, managed to tear his head away from the same screenful of items to the sound of his beeping watch.

'I've got to see that Christmas is all right,' was his first thought, as he bolted out of his chair, unceremoniously dumping his laptop on the ottoman. He bolted into the room, just in time to see the last spirals of the carefully crafted video fade to black. 'She should be ready for me,' he thought, then 'I hope she likes what I've done for her,' as he carefully removed the earphones from her. As programmed, she was coming out of her deep trance, eyes closed, dreaming. He shook her shoulders gently.

"Hey, Ch-Ch-Ch -- Goddess," he stuttered out. "Are you all right? Do you feel well?"

Christmas stretched long and luxuriously, then opened her eyes. When she focused on him they took on a sparkle and, before he could react, she slipped her hands between his unbuttoned shirt and T-shirt and pulled him down onto her. She wrapped her legs up and around him, trapping her hips against his. He could feel the heat rising from her, her nipples almost digging into his chest. "M-m-m-mmmm," she purred, dragging her short nails up his back to his shoulders, then grabbing the back of his head in both hands through the shirt collar and pulling his face down onto hers. Her tongue slipped between his surprised lips, tapping on his tongue, then she sucked, and she gently caught his tongue in her teeth, tickling its tip with hers. Her left hand disengaged from his head, worked its way down to his jeans, and deftly unzipped them, then popped the snap at the top and eased his rising penis up from his jockey shorts. Her tongue took a flicking tack, as she gently matched the flicks with a gentle rubbing of her thumbnail on the bottom of his glans. He squirmed, and moved his left arm down and around her, giving himself leverage to move back enough from her so he could ravenously stroke her breasts, first one, then the other. He gently curled his pinky around her right nipple, while using the soft inside of his forearm to stimulate her other breast.

They quickly spiraled upwards, each acting on desires not quite their own. She gasped, moaned, then left his head for a moment while unzipping her dampened pants, then unpeeling both pants and wet panties down her smooth ass cheeks, down to her knees. Thus liberated, she started squirming her hips, using friction from one heel to unpeel her pants further from the other leg. This caused her wet, furry mound to rub glancingly against his fully erect penis, her fine hairs causing it to twitch in time to her gyrations. His hips surged back, and eventually they were fully engaged, pelvis to pelvis, her pants around her ankles, his jeans slipped into a pool at the feet of the leg rest, one his underwear hanging on by one ankle. The volume and tenor of their moans from their interlocked lips increased, and each was frantically teasing the other to the limits of the chair and their position.

Eventually, Christmas pulled back from him and scooted her knees up the critical few inches, then plunged back against him, chests and lips locking, with one knowing hand guiding his purple-headed penis deep into her wet, glistening vagina. "Ummmmfff," she groaned, as he sank down atop her. They spent a moment in that delicious, first contact position, then Christmas rocked her hips forward, and Jarrod tentatively pulled back, then firmly pushed forward. Her breasts jiggled as they moved together, nipples tracing up and down lines on her T-shirt as she started moving pneumatically below him.

"Ahhhh ahhhh ahhhh!!!!" Jarrod managed to moan as he freed his mouth for a quick breath, then went over the top and lost it, plunging again and again deep into Christmas, feeling her vagina pulse as he impaled himself up to her tight, round, cervix.

"Mmmmmaaaaaaa!" Christmas shrieked as her orgasm, programmatically linked to his, triggered. They rocked together, each egging the other to another peak.

Jarrod was amazed, feeling himself come again and again even after his penis was spent of semen. He remained hard, and kept pushing, thrusting, as Christmas Jones enjoyed herself again and again. He rubbed and licked her breasts through her sweat-dampened T-shirt as she rolled from one orgasm to the next, groaning in frustration at her inability to lock her legs around his hips with her pants wrapped to her ankles, and not wanting to stop to extricate herself.

Eventually Christmas' orgasms trailed off, and she collapsed deep into the chair, unconscious from their efforts. Immediately Jarrod felt himself go soft, and shakily extricated from her limp arms, all thoughts of control, domination, or manipulation gone. What he had to do, he felt, was go back to his computer and review his list. Carefully, and repeatedly. It was important that he review it, he realized, more important than doing anything further with Christmas.

Pausing only to grab a distracted glass of water from the bathroom, Jarrod made his way back into the now-darkened living room, snatched up the laptop, and sat down with it on his lap, staring raptly into the quietly flickering screen.