{"loaderData":{"4":{"story":{"id":"a5a89788-3ac5-41ae-9c04-e7796c6f792a","seriesId":null,"seriesName":null,"currentUserId":"00000000-0000-0000-0000-000000000000","added":"2018-09-16T18:40:06.702Z","title":"A Christmas Tale","slug":"a-christmas-tale","shortId":"E3guZKaa","authorNote":null,"disclaimer":null,"type":"Short","paidUrl":null,"synopsis":"A true story of a young woman being surprised by her lover one dark winter evening.","partCount":1,"parts":[{"partId":"c8287c2c-478d-40a7-b751-418c5f41df5d","title":null,"summary":"\nA Christmas Tale by YNHumiliator\n\n A few days before Christmas and Rebecca was bored. She'd don","wordCount":1598,"readTime":8,"number":1,"state":"Published"}],"currentPart":1,"contentTitle":"Chapter 1","content":"\nA Christmas Tale by YNHumiliator

A few days before Christmas and Rebecca was bored.

She'd done the jobs that\nneeded to be done. Fed the damn chickens and collected the eggs. Bought the few\nthings she'd been asked to buy from the local village store. Living at her\nparents' house was sending her mad. Her new house wouldn't be ready for a month\nor so. The mortgage had been finalised, the details cleared. It was just the\nlong wait until completion before she'd be free once again. It wasn't that she\ndidn't love her parents, just the fact that she hadn't lived with them for\nyears. Their habits, the way they wanted to know her every move, it was just\nannoying. Work was going as well as could be expected and her love life had\nrecently taken a turn for the better. There was that.

The strange guy she'd met\nthrough work, who unfortunately happened to be married, certainly knew how to\npress her buttons. Thinking of him sent a shiver down her spine and made her\npussy throb reassuringly. If only he was here. The coming evening wouldn't be a\nbore then! It would be filled with pain and pleasure. She shivered again.\n\n Her parents were away for the evening so she at least had the house to\nherself. Some peace and quiet and a bottle of vodka would certainly lighten her\nmood. The thoughts she'd had earlier had caused a creeping wetness to spread in\nthe swollen slit between her legs. She felt horny, which was her almost\npermanent state since meeting her unusual lover. It was still early, only 6\no'clock, but very dark outside. Looking in the mirror she admired her slim waist\nand stuck her full bottom out. Mmmm...no wonder men liked her. Her bum was\nsaucy!!! She wriggled it and imagined what that would do to the groin area of\none of her many admirers! God she felt so horny. Lifting her skirt slowly she\nlooked at the soft thighs that bulged slightly above the black line of her hold\nup stockings. Mmmmmm...she needed to come, that would help. Undressing quickly\nshe lay back on her bed and ran her hands lightly across her firm breasts,\ngasping as she squeezed her rapidly hardening nipples. They were so sensitive.\nShe bit her lip as her fingers slid downwards across her belly. The crease of\nher pussy beckoned and she pushed her fingertips further into the rapidly\nmoistening crack.

She thought she heard a car but was enjoying the sensations coursing\nthrough her pussy far too much to take a great deal of notice. Another sound. A\ncreak. It was nothing. Her fingers continued to tease the wet silky membranes, a\nfantasy of her lover filling her mind.

\"What the hell do you think you're doing?\" His voice made her almost jump into\nthe air. Her eyes sprang open in shock and she gasped. He was here! How on earth\nhad he got in? Then she remembered. She hadn't locked the conservatory, her\ndad had been expecting a new heater or something. She'd forgotten all about it\nand the open door!\nHe smiled wickedly down at her, noting the wetness on her thighs and the pungent\naroma of her arousal.\n\n His eyes were cold when he next spoke.

\"Get up you little bitch!\" She scrambled to her feet, afraid to say\nanything. He looked cross. She had no idea why. Being naked in front of him\ndidn't matter but him seeing her playing with herself was embarrassing. Her\ncheeks flushed at the thought.

\"No doubt you've been cock teasing that poor bastard you work with today?\"\nhe sneered, \"I think maybe I should teach you a lesson! What do you reckon?\" She\nhated it when he asked for her opinion. She only wanted to please him but\nannoyingly he was always asking her what she thought of this or that or\nwhatever. Always annoying her but god he knew how to make her wet! Knew how to\nmake her shake and how to make her feel so so nervous. But best of all he knew\nhow to make her come and she loved to come! He could make her come over and\nover. She didn't know why exactly but no one had ever been able to do that\nbefore. He was different and she thought she might actually have fallen in love\nwith him. That was another first for her!

He was suddenly standing very close,\nshe could smell his aftershave, then he grabbed a handful of hair and his tongue\nwas pushing brutally into her mouth. It roamed back and forth bringing a little\ngroan from the back of her throat. Her pussy throbbed excitedly.

\"Well?\" She didn't know what he wanted her to say so she said nothing. He\nwas holding a carrier bag in one hand. Oh God he'd brought his things! The bag\ncontained a whole variety of implements, some nice and some horrid. She began to\nworry. He looked angry. She jumped when he suddenly grabbed her wrists and\npinned them together in one hand. The leather cuffs fitted tightly. He didn't\nsay a thing just pushed her face first against the back of her bedroom door and\nslammed her wrists onto the wood above her head. Cinching the string tightly\naround the coat hook he stepped back and looked at her stretched body. She was\non her toes, the tension in the string keeping her cuffed wrists high above her\nhead.\n\n She heard him go to the bag again. Then there was a whoosh and her bottom\nexploded with heat.

\"Whack!\" The thick leather strap bounced off her wobbling bum\ncheeks, her tattoo immediately coming to life stinging horribly. She gasped and\ntried to stop herself from groaning. The strap hit her again and again. Each\nburning stroke sent her onto the tips of her toes. She began to moan and groan\nwith each impact. He struck one way and then the other until the whole of the\ntwisting bottom was criss-crossed with hot red stripes. Rebecca's whimpers\nturned into tears as he continued. She hated him! He was hurting her so so much.\nHer poor bum was churning around all over the place, it's cheeks felt like they\nwere on fire. Why did he enjoy hurting her so much?

\"Please, Please stop!\" she gasped. He didn't. Just ignored her pitiful\npleading and kept on with his game until he was satisfied with the state of her\nwriggling bum.\n\n The whack of the strap stopped. His hand reached out and stroked the\ntrembling flesh. She gasped and moaned. It was so sensitive, his touch like a\nhot iron. In between her straining thighs sticky fluid was coating her tight\ngirlish hole. A fresh wave of excitement suddenly flowed from her as she heard\nhim start to undress. Heard his belt buckle tinkle as he slipped his trousers\ndown and off. She could hear his heavy rapid breathing even from a few feet\naway. The strap had attuned all of her senses. Intensity was flooding her mind,\ndesire welling up inside every part of her.

Then he was behind her. His hands pushed her unresisting thighs apart, her\nwrists and shoulders straining as she felt his hardness suddenly digging at her\nsensitive pussy. It felt like rock, unbending and very hot. His skin was always\nhot. Almost casually he pushed his fingers up inside her, she almost came then\nbut he quickly removed them. His breath was hot on the back of her neck. She\nsquirmed with desire.

\"You're my little fuckpuppet, my little whore,\" he said quietly, his mouth\nclose to her ear, \"don't you ever forget it! Here's your Christmas present!\" His\ncock head pushed up inside her and she squealed. It felt so so good. She started\nto shake and push her hips back towards him trying to get more of his cock\ninside her.\n\n He started pumping her then. Fluid oozed from her pussy walls coating him\nimmediately with her excitement. Usually with other men she'd always needed to\nfantasise or work herself up to orgasm but with him she didn't need to do\nanything. She was starting to come already!!! He kept slowly pushing his\nhardness in and out, in and out, in and out of her hot little hole. His rasping\nbreath was burning her back as he started to bite her. Then it arrived and she\nbucked against him squealing out with unsuppressed lust as waves of pleasure\nswept over her. At that moment she felt him thicken inside her as his own orgasm\nhit. His cock spasmed, thick gouts of hot come spurting into her stretched\ntunnel,

\"Ahhhhhhhhhh that's it you little bitch!\" he groaned, \"show me how you\ncome!\" Rebecca squirmed and moaned. Little high pitched squeals escaping her wet\nmouth as she crumbled against him. Reason left her for a few moments and she\nwent somewhere else in her head, she couldn't tell where, which was a little\nfrightening!

\"That's it kitten,\" he gasped into her ear, \"that's so good.\"\n\n He untied her gently, pushed her down onto the bed, parted her thighs and\nknelt between them. Rebecca came again and again as he fucked her for the next\ntwo hours. He interspersed her pleasure with moments of pain but each time she\nwas rewarded with his cock or his fingers. Each time she came he watched with\ncold eyes, staring directly into her soul. She felt his eyes boring into the\nvery heart of her. Each time she managed to look back at him a smile was playing\non his lips. He enjoyed seeing her come, her pleasure was his power, she loved\nto see that smile.\n\n As he left he kissed her tenderly,

\"I hope you enjoyed your Christmas\npresent fuckpuppet?\" And then he was gone, out into the dark night....\n\nYNHumiliator 2k3\n\n\n

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