Sexy Ms. Violet

“Oh poor baby! Don’t give me that lost puppy-dog look! You are my puppy now and you have been found. I have the feeling that you and I were meant to keep each other company this evening so, we might as well enjoy it, right?! Why don’t you make yourself comfy cozy again and we can get to know each other better.” Violet watched his smile return and with that smile, the room seemed to feel warmer and cozy again. Once he was seated on the blanket again, she extended her leg and started to wiggle her cold toes into his belly and below. With a girlish giggle she saw him flinch as her cold skin touched his toasty, warm body, but then, he too giggled and he reached out for both of her chilly, but perfectly pedicured, petite feet taking them into his large calloused hands. Mr. Santa gently rubbed the span, the heel, and the upper side of her delicate feet. Violet laid back feeling the heat of his caresses and the glow of the fire warm her feet and legs. She took a sip of her cooling tea, moaning softly as she felt him lift her feet higher and close his soft lips around her toes. Mr. Santa’s beard tickled at first and she wiggled, but he held her tight, and soon she was feeling quite relaxed when his tongue began to explore each toe, each dip, each crease of her sensitive feet. She felt him lick and kiss, until he became bolder and less inhibited, nibbling slightly on her toes and giving the soles of her feet long cat-like strokes.

“Well, this evening is developing more and more promise by the instant.” Violet purred, “Now that my feet are warm and thoroughly clean, why don’t you put them down around your little, present. Yes, down there. Now, let me see how you like my wiggling?”

“I promised to show you what a naughty girl I am so you know just what you need to work out in order to effectively punish me, right?” Mr. Santa eagerly nods his head, feeling slightly torn between giving in to his desire of letting her be in charge, and his barely remembered mission. Thankfully, the one didn’t contradict the other, he thought, and he looked up expectantly looked at Violet. She did not quite know what it was about this man in front of her, perhaps it was the loneliness of the holidays but she was uncharacteristically aroused by his mere prescience at her feet. Violet could feel the tingle trickle up her spine that hardened her nipples and made her cunt wet. Perhaps it was just the thought of showing him exactly how good she was at being BAD, yes, that must be it!

“You have been such a good toe-sucker and foot-licker, let me see, what is next on the schedule?” Violet extricated her feet and rose from the chair. She slowly circled the bulky man sitting on the blanket, not sure how she wanted to proceed. The firelight seemed to make his white hair gleam in a gold and silver shimmer, his abundant beard completing an impression of a giant cuddly teddy bear and all of a sudden she felt overwhelmed by the urge to feel his soft curls caressing her skin. Just the thought of rubbing herself against those soft tendrils made her blood boil. Strange, she was so used to being in control she didn’t even pause to think further and without any warning she dropped down in front of him, spreading her legs and, with a determination that surprised even Violet, she grabbed him by the hair, yanking him forward and forcing his softly bearded face down in between her thighs onto her smooth pussy lips.

The low moan and groan that escaped him sounded almost like the growl of a hungry bear and Mr. Santa slipped his paw-like hands under her tight ass closing tightly around her firm cheeks, pulling her cunt even closer to his hungry questing mouth. Oh boy, he was hungry! He wondered how he could ever have managed living through the centuries of chocolates and cookies without anything even remotely like the succulent juices that Violet was providing him with now. He greedily licked and sucked her delicious clit, eagerly nibbling away. Soon he had her juices dribble into his fluffy white beard as his facial hair tickled her in such an erotically tantalizing way. The extra stimulation was something Violet had never experienced and before she knew it or was able to control it, she had reached the peak he was taking her to, and she felt a wave of heavenly release rush through her body as her cunt gushed and Mr. Santa drank his fill of her heavenly nectar. It was as though all the hard and cold feelings she’d had this evening, perhaps all her life, had evaporated or been washed away along with her abundantly flowing fluids. These were her thoughts as she basked in the afterglow of the most intense orgasm she could ever remember.

Then Violet opened her eyes and looked down, her eyes meeting his eyes, her hand idly caressed his long white curls while he snuggled his cheek to her now moist pussy lips, “Let’s go to my bedroom, there is so much more that I need to show you about bad girls!” she says with a slight quiver in her voice. She takes his hand, helping him to his feet with the red bow obscenely accentuating his bobbing erection he follows her down the hallway and into her bedroom. A huge four poster bed clearly dominates the room, “Do you trust me?” Violet whispers, leaning back into him, arching her back over his belly. Mr. Santa nods and she smiles, guiding him to the bed and gently but firmly pushes him down on it.

(to be continued)