Story 1: Christmas Vice Part 1
Slowly the door opened, and the light fell through the hallway into the living room, illuminated only by the Christmas tree lit by candles. Xavier Schmidt was the first to enter the room in amazement, while his wife followed him with a smile on her lips. She already knew what surprise would await her husband.
And there it was. In front of the tree, among numerous other gifts, there knelt a young girl, dressed only in red stockings and a Christmas cap. On her pretty, delicate breasts hung two gold bells attached with clamps, which further emphasized the charms of this blonde angel.
Multiple red ribbons were drawn around her wrists, which were tied behind her back, and her thighs and calves were also tied with this ribbon so that this little Christmas elf had no chance to raise herself. Her mouth was wide open, and a gag ball, also red, was stuck in it, fixed by black leather straps. Her whole body was covered with gold glitter, which sparkled in the flickering candlelight.
“Merry Christmas, darling,” Xavier’s wife Katelyn whispered in his ear, stroking her hand over her husband’s sex, which grew instantly under his dark festive trousers.
Xavier only briefly turned his gaze from the enchanting Christmas gift that had been placed for him under the Christmas tree. He put his hand on his wife’s buttocks and stroked them, noting that she was probably not wearing panties under her skirt.
“You know how to wrap presents,” Xavier breathed to her, kissing her demandingly. His tongue dipped between Katelyn’s lips. She was enjoying her husband’s desire as she continued to stimulate him with her fingers, feeding his lust.
They broke away from each other again and stepped closer to the girl, who looked at them with wide eyes. Xavier looked down at her and recognized Veronica, the new intern in his wife’s business. Apparently, Katelyn had been able to persuade the girl to do this work for a nice Christmas bonus. Xavier didn’t care how she had managed it because his wife had always been good at achieving the extraordinary.
His hand settled on Veronica’s cheek and stroked the tender skin. It was a special Christmas gift that he and his wife would share tonight. Yes, he knew that she would also have her fun with the so innocent-looking thing because he had seen the sparkle in her eyes. He followed the movement of her foot as it squeezed between the open thighs of the bound Christmas elf. She ran her red-painted big toe through the shaved pubic of the angel adorned with gold glitter.
The bells on the girl’s nipples tingled a little as she slowly grew restless. In her dilated eyes, he now recognized something like growing fear of what the perverted couple would probably do to her.
The Schmidt couple sat together at the dining table opposite each other. Katelyn Schmidt had arranged numerous delicacies on the table, while her husband opened a good wine. It was, as always, a nice Christmas for the rich couple, who also liked to indulge in a little luxury from time to time.
This time, the luxury consisted of the Christmas elf that Mrs. Schmidt had brought home from work. Bound and gagged, the girl, decorated with red ribbons and gold glitter, lay on the table as a special decoration. A candlestick on the ceiling provided the necessary light, which illuminated the girl’s body in all its beauty.
Katelyn looked across the table into the shining eyes of her husband. She was wearing the corset she had been given for Christmas last year. She loved this erotic garment because the lacing allowed her to give the male world very special glimpses of her ample cleavage.
Xavier watched his wife with fascination as she reached for the toothpick, which had an olive at its tip. She guided the oiled fruit with an elegant movement between the thighs of the girl, who was lying on the revolving plate that was usually used for the Christmas goose. A delicious sight that made his member throb painfully in his pants.
The olive, soaked in oil, grazed down the inside of her thighs between the hairless core of female intimacy. The fruit circled the already slightly swollen lips and played around the crevice where moisture had accumulated expectantly. Katelyn let the fruit of the south plunge into the womb of the fixed elf.
The young body trembled slightly as the olive disappeared between her swollen labia. The light tinkling of bells could be heard as the golden jingle bells attached to her nipple clamps registered every movement of the beauty as she struggled unsuccessfully against her bondage. The desperate excitement was visible in her blue eyes, reflecting the fire of the candles.
Before her husband’s gaze, Katelyn twisted the toothpick, again and again, moving it deeper into the Christmas elf’s youthful grotto, only to withdraw it again. Muffled snorts could be heard through the mouth sealed by a gag ball. Veronica, who normally worked as a trainee in Katelyn Schmidt’s company, could no longer manage to hide her secret lust, even if it almost made her sink into the floor in shame.
Katelyn knew exactly how to move the olive in the girl’s grotto. She guessed the places where the helpless thing was completely at the mercy of her lust and quickened the pace with which she worked those spots. Again and again, she looked at her husband, who had barely touched his wine. She knew that he liked it when she played with other women. It was a hobby they shared. Soon the game would go to the next round.
With a soft pop, the olive slid out of Veronica’s vagina, and its nectar enveloped her. Mrs. Schmidt showed both the bound Christmas elf and her husband the fruit, to which the slime of pleasure now clung. It dripped down in viscous threads. The girl averted her eyes shamefacedly, while her husband shifted restlessly on his chair. Katelyn smiled lasciviously and brought the sinful snack to her red lips. Very gently she played around the olive and finally let it disappear in her mouth, as she usually did with her husband’s member.
In her mouth Katelyn played with the fruit and pressed it with her tongue again and again against her cheeks, forming a lewd bump that could give the inclined viewer a most depraved fantasy. Her long fingernails slid over the girl’s thighs, which were bound to her calves. Veronica swallowed and closed her eyes for a brief moment.
Katelyn felt the trembling of the helpless thing that was completely at her mercy tonight. Her fingertips stroked the tender skin. She wandered lower and played around the girl’s pleasure pearl. She felt how her abdomen opened further and stretched towards her. With lightly circling movements she continued to stoke the fire and reaped helpless moans in return. Yes, this little Christmas elf was now ready.
With a sensual blink, Katelyn looked to her husband, “I think we’ve had enough of the appetizer now, honey. Shall we move on to the main course now?”
