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The Gift of the Night Visitor
by Anonymous (no address provided)

***

A curvy woman feels snubbed at the Office Christmas 
Party and leave early, only to have the most interesting 
dream, or was it a dream? (MF, oral, size, fantasy,
xmas)

***

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 corralled by 
Becca Sue. The tramp! 

Well, maybe 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.

So Kylee 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. 
Kylee 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 hard-on 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 ma'am," the cabbie announced pulling her 
from her dream world. "You're good," he grinned, "the 
company paid 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 started 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 to do with you? You know 
I checked my list twice and you're 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. 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 sound of 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 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, it's not too late. Thank you and Merry 
Christmas to you. Actually the church bells woke me up a 
bit ago."

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

"Alright? Why?"

"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 is a little pushy."

"And she was a bit drunk too. 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 oky."

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

"Yes, 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?"

She could hear him take 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."

"Yes, sure, 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. Okay."

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."

END

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