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The Xmas Buzz

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A first date at Xmas time. 


"Glo-o-oh!-o-o-o Oooh!-o-o-o-o- O-o-o-oooh!-o- Oooooh! -o-o- Oooooooooh!!!!! O-ria Hosannas in excelsis" It was Christmas Eve, and I had a date for the evening. What better place for a staunch atheist to go on a date than St Patricks Cathedral on 5th Avenue for the Xmas Eve Service, to celebrate the birth of their God by a young girl that he fucked himself and left to be raised by a cuckold? And had recently been wrapped up in the winter solstice paraphernalia stolen from various different pagan religions.  ---- We met for the first time online on an erotic literature site earlier on that day. She said she was a sub, looking for some festive fun. I called her on it.  She didn't really want fun, just a facsimile of it. She just wanted to turn us Doms on and maybe finger her tight pussy at the other end of a cable. She wasn't looking for anything outside her quiet little comfort zone. Was she? It took a bit of badgering, but finally she consented to meet me. With a few provisos of course.  We agreed that this was not just a meet up for a fuck - that would be cheap and tacky. Still, it was Xmas Eve. Where would be open? I was only in town for a few weeks, late December business turning into pleasure. I had talked my company into paying the hotel bill for the week between Xmas and New Year, as it was cheaper than flying me to Scotland first class and back.  I gave her the address of the hotel, and told her to organise a towncar to pick her up at seven pm. I had no need to know her address in Brooklyn and wouldn't expect her to tell me. I arranged with the doorman to pay the car cash when it arrived.  With a generous tip for the car and himself.  I had also told her to tell some friends where she was going, who she was seeing - I sent some selfies for her to pass on - so that she felt safe meeting a complete stranger. And I also let her know that she could stand up and walk away if at any point she thought I wished her harm or if she felt at all uncomfortable - and I would pay her taxi home. Without question.  My doorman accomplice called me down to the lobby at seven thirty five, where I met the most beautiful girl. Very shy, but so lovely that I held my breath when I saw her, hoping that I was good enough for her. Her profile pictures did not do her justice.  She smiled at me when I walked out of the elevator.  I think I fell in love. Or at least I know damn well I fell in lust. Her beautiful green eyes opened, and her whole face smiled.  I beamed a smile back at her.  "Alice," I said. "It is an absolute pleasure to meet you. " "Sir Vincent, the pleasure is mine, " she replied in a very sexy voice.  Long straight glossy dark hair, almost waist length. Strong black eyeliner around almond shaped green eyes that twinkled. High cheek bones, vibrant bright lip gloss on the sweetest Cupid's bow lips that smiled easily and naturally. Real biker leather jacket with a figure hugging red dress underneath. Black lace gloves that showed blood red talons. Killer heels.  Just my kind of lady.  Her head fell forwards in a submissive manner, eyes to the floor.  "Not yet," I said. "Let's talk as we walk. " Her head came back up and our eyes locked. I wanted to dive into those mesmerising emerald pools. She smiled and broke eye contact.  "Certainly Sir," she said.  I took her hand.  ----- St Patricks on 5th Avenue is a great big European-esque Cathedral. It could be in Paris, London, Madrid or Rome without looking out of place.  We walked though the slightly chilly evening along 57th then down 5th. The air was sharp, and the sky was clear. The stars sparkled above us. The traffic had thinned from earlier in the day, with occasional taxi passing us.  We walked arm in arm, comfortable in each other's company, chatting about music and film, both with very similar tastes. Her taste was much more current than mine. She couldn't believe I hadn't seen The Hunger Games - I couldn't believe she had never seen Aliens.  We stopped at a small cafe for a warming coffee, where we spoke easily for half an hour before continuing.  Ahead we saw the church, with a queue of people waiting to get in. A magnificent edifice, comparable with Westminster Abbey.  I slowed.  "Alice," I said. "This is where you show me if you are a real sub or not." "Yes Sir, what do you want me to do?" she asked.  I took a small package from my pocket and handed it to her as we joined the queue.  "You'll know what to do," I said.  "Yes Sir, of course Sir," she replied.  Not only was she beautiful, she was turning out to be a pretty damned good little sub too. I could fall for her... ---- She rejoined me in one of the furthest back pews. The magnificence of the cathedral could not be argued with - the lavish stonework and beautiful stained glass windows reminiscent of the best of Western Europe's religious pomposity.  "All ready?" I asked her, looking into her lowered eyes as best I could.  She nodded, an obvious smile on her face. I pressed a button on a remote control in my pocket.  Alice sat up straight, eyes wide open. Only her and I had heard the vibrations,  and only she had felt them.  "Thank you Sir," she said with obvious pleasure.  We were fortunate to have gotten a seat, as the church filled rapidly, leaving little even in the way of standing room at the back. A choir of pre-pubescent boys serenaded us while we waited.  The bishop joined us at the lectern at the allotted time, replete in his big white fancy dress and ridiculous hat after walking up the centre aisle with two boys swinging burning incense.  After a few brief words of welcome he started with a prayer.  I pressed the button in my pocket.  "Oh Lord, oh lord!" I heard Alice mumble next to me. I smiled the smile of the guilty sinner.  I noticed a few fellow worshippers nodding in agreement of the sentiments. I smirked to myself, while nodding back piously to my fellow attendees.  After a rather tedious opening gambit through which I managed to resist the remote in my pocket, we moved on to the hymns.  "If you would all care to stand we will now sing hymn number ..." No idea what number it was. But I did recognise it from Sunday school as a youngster.  Time to really try out those remote love eggs now deep inside Alice.  It was great to hear her voice hitch every time I pressed the button, sending vibrations deep inside her. Thankfully most people were too busy singing themselves without paying too much heed to the girl next to them.  "Thank you Sir, thank you," Alice whispered as we sat down. I loved the flush across her cheeks and the delicate way she lowered herself to the wooden pew.  I couldn't resist the temptation, and pressed the button just as her ass presented itself to the seat, causing a flutter of staccato noise to echo around the vicinity. I feigned ignorance, as Alice shot back up off her seat.  "Jesus Christ!" she exclaimed.  "... Our Saviour and Lord!" I added for the surprised onlookers. I think I got away with it ... Alice slowly sat down gingerly as I tried to wipe the grin from my face.  Once sat I put my hand back in my pocket and adjusted the control to set the vibrations to the deepest throb. I caught her eye to give warning and then turned it on.  Alice moaned. I tried not to smile.  Out of the corner of my eye I could see her thighs twitch and tense with every vibration.  This was giving me a boner.  More stories were going on in the background about babies being born in a manger and wise men giving gifts - seems to me like no-one really knew who the father was cos they all thought it was theirs. If I'd been Mary I'd have gone for the guy that brought gold. Myrrh and Frankincense are fine in their place - but they don't buy shit.  More hymns followed, complete with pre-pubescent choir, giving me the chance to fiddle with the frequency much to Alices delight. It did make for some very strange out of tune singing.  But I always dialled it back down to keep her from cumming.  I must confess that this was the best Xmas Eve service I had ever been to.  I was thoroughly enjoying myself. But it appeared it was coming to an end.  Our Father who art ..... I dialled up the frequency in Alice's pussy.  And then for the piece de resistance - my other hand slipped in my pocket and turned on the vibrations in her buttplug. Her eyes opened in surprise and she turned and stared at me for a brief second before the sensations took her over.  In that time I could see a number of emotions flitting across her face. Desire was the foremost.  .... Thy Kingdom Cum ... "Jesus Christ .." she whispered.  It got louder as the vibrations synced in her ass and cunt.  "Jesus Christ. Jesus fucking Christ .," I heard a gasp. I turned to the members of the congregation closest to her. "Please forgive her - she has Tourettes.." I got some dubious looks at that.  She grabbed at my sleeve.  "Jesus Christ. Fucking take me now!" she whispered fervently.  I turned up the intensity.  "Take me, take me. For fucks sake.... Jesuuuuus..." We were getting looks ...  "She thinks it's the rapture.." "Oh God, I'm cumming.." she practically screamed.  "See?" I asked. By this stage I don't think they believed a word I said.  The congregation was silent.  "... Forever and ever. Amen" said the bishop.  "God God God God! I'm cummmmmming!" Alice screamed to my absolute delight into the silence.  And cum she did. Her face reddened as her body convulsed. Juices squirted down her leg forming a puddle.  The bishop peered in our direction, trying his best to see over the congregation to see what was going on.  "Forgive us brothers and sisters," I said, and took Alice's hand.  "Let's go, I've got no intention of getting down on my knees and taking Christ's flesh in my mouth." She still shook as I moved us along the pew, past disapproving looks.  I was finding it difficult to keep the grin from my face.  We walked down the aisle, and out the main door into the start of a light snow shower.  Alice shook next to me. I took off my coat and draped it over her shoulders.  "It's not the cold Sir," she said.  "Oh?" I asked.  "Can you please turn off the vibrators?" she asked. I guess in all the excitement I just plain forgot.  I reached around her into the pockets and switched off the toys.  "Thank you Sir," she said, and reached into her handbag. She handed me back the taxi fair home that I had given her. "If it's okay with you Sir I'd love to see in Xmas day with you." Of course it was.     

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