Sexy Ms. Violet

As Violet look at Mr. Santa sprawled on his back naked on her bed, a mischievous spark lit her eyes. He lay there expectantly looking at her, his once fluffy white beard now sticky with her sweet nectar. Indeed, Violet mused, he is going to get my special treatment, if anybody deserves it, he certainly earned it! Before he could react to her sudden assault, Mr. Santa found himself securely tied to the bed posts.

Violet pressed a lasting kiss onto his lips slick with the taste of her sweet pussy and then began to rub her lithe body all over his body. She was pressing her hardened nipples against his chest when she let out a moan, or was it his moan? Violet licked and teased her way down his body to the red big bow which sat prominently amidst a patch of white silky curls reminding her of the red and white fur trimmed attire he had been wearing earlier, Santa Claus, yes indeed!

She felt him wiggle and struggle futilely under her expert ministrations, his impressive cock twitching impatiently and clearly showing a tell-tale gleam of precum. Violet looked up into his eyes acknowledging the fact that he was straining in his bonds to watch her every move. Secure in the knowledge that he could see her but do nothing to stop or hasten her, she deliberately, slowly and enticingly parted her full ruby lips and gave them a final lick making them shine and gleam. Then, swiftly her tongue darted to lick the tip of his throbbing cock to get a taste of his special elixir.

Surprisingly enough, she loved it. Usually Violet disliked giving head and rare was the treat to those that experienced her expertise at it. However, this time for one reason or another, she loved it. Perhaps it was the taste of his creamy liquid which reminded her of the icing on a Christmas cookie or it’s slightly spicy scent of cinnamon and saffron. No matter, Violet lapped up more of his offering and soon was sliding his cock into her mouth sucking almost eagerly on the head of his erection. She began to take more and more of his shaft into her warm, wet mouth until she felt the red ribbon tickle her nose. The ribbon had rather efficiently fulfilled the task of a cock ring preventing him from coming and prolonging his heavenly torture. Looking up from her yummy feast, she giggled. Then with a slightly mocking wink asked him, “Do you think you have been a good boy and deserve the present of a bad naughty girl?”

(to be continued)