Christmas Angel - Part 2 free porn video

I stood alone in a little bathroom cubicle at the market, leaning against the sink. I was breathing heavily, trying to calm myself down. My efforts were not successful. I could still taste Jack in my mouth and feel the sensation of his lips on my neck. I lifted a hand, ran it through my blonde hair, then rubbed my neck with my palm. I moaned and wriggled. Then I danced in excitement with my feet.

Then I steeled myself. I hadn't gone to the bathroom to pee. I needed to steady myself, and I needed to clean myself up before I went back to Jack's apartment. My panties were embarrassingly slick with pre-cum, and I wanted to mop up the mess.

I shimmied my skirt down my legs and bent over to inspect the problem. Sure enough, at the bottom of my underwear, there was a slimy wet patch. I grunted in frustration and reached behind me to grab some tissue paper. I pushed it into my panties, careful not to dislodge my throbbing cock from where it was tucked. If it escaped and got hard, I'd never get it back down again.

I gently maneuvered a few little dabs at the slimy stain. I felt the paper dampen and saturate, and then I threw it into the toilet bowl. I repeated with another bit of paper, then another. 

I scrutinized myself carefully. The stain didn't look as slimy as it did before, but it was still there. I grunted in annoyance, but it would have to do. I'd been in the cubicle for a while, and Jack might have thought I'd done a runner.

I'd mentally agreed on a game plan with myself. Tonight was just going to be about sex, nothing else. I wasn't going to allow myself to have any stupid ideas about Jack becoming my boyfriend. I was just going to let him fuck me, then leave in the morning. It would be simple, no-fuss, sex. Also, if it was just going to be for one night, I could be as embarrassingly slutty as I wanted.

I pulled up my skirt, checked my make-up, washed my hands, and tottered back towards the terrace. Jack was leaning against the bar and facing in my direction. I walked over to him, took his hand, and dragged him through the Christmas market with all the strength my little body could muster.

- - - -

His apartment was close by in the Charlottenburg district. We walked through the streets of Berlin hand in hand. I grasped him tightly as if to remind myself that this really was happening. As we walked under the Christmas lights, my heart thumped in my chest, and my skin tingled with anticipation. I was going to have a hot guy's dick inside me, and I couldn't wait. Finally, we reached Jack's apartment building, and he unlocked the door to the complex.

“What floor is your apartment on?” I asked.

“Third floor,” he said.

I looked at the 'out of order' sign on the lift, then tugged his hand and quickly pulled him up the stairs. I was probably coming across as a bit desperate, but I was simply too horny to care.

Jack's apartment was neat, modern, and clean. As we entered the living room, he offered me a drink, but I declined. I wasn't there to chat, I was there for sex, and I was far too horny to delay proceedings even by a minute. I pulled off my jacket, dragged him over to the couch, and sat him down next to me. Immediately, I shifted my body around, brought my face close to his, and slipped my tongue into his mouth. As we sat next to each other, making out, I began to feel and caress the muscles of his strong arms. I mewled in excitement, and my arousal dialed ever higher. God, he felt good.

I quickly became too aroused just to kiss, so I tried to drag him on top of me, but he resisted, remaining upright, and pulled back. I gasped as our lips parted, and wondered what was wrong. Fortunately, his expression reassured me that things were still, in fact, very right. He held me around the waist and looked at me with a predatory, masculine passion.

“You are so fucking gorgeous,” he said, as his chest rose and fell. “I want to taste every last inch of you.”

I curled my lips into my mouth and nodded. I wanted him to start tasting me that instant. His eyes traveled over me: my thighs, my crotch, my tits, and my face. His throat released little grunts of appreciation, and his erection stood stiff and ready, elevating the fabric of his jeans. 

“Just take me,” I said.

He leaned forward again and rested his forehead on mine. He removed one of his hands from my waist, and ran it through my hair, making me gasp and shudder.

“Oh, I'm going to take you, Elfi,” he said. “But I'm going to take my time. I'm going to savor you. We have all night, and you're way too delicious to waste on a quick fuck.”

I panted. I wasn't sure I could handle much of a wait. 

He cupped my face and kissed me again. My toes curled in my boots. I tried to kiss him hard and fast, but he kept it maddeningly, slow and deliberate. It was teasing, it was torture, and it was incredible. 

As we made out, I moaned as his big hands explored my body: gently caressing my bare thighs, running his hands over my breasts through my vest top, and squeezing my bare arms. As he touched me, my body yearned for more. I thrust myself toward him with uncontainable lust. He was treating me like a piece of chocolate slowly melting in his mouth, but I was desperate to munch down immediately.

“Put your dick inside me,” I whispered.

“Oh, I will,” he said. “But good things come to those who wait.”

He began to trace his fingers around the edges of my clothing, leaving little trails of fire across my skin. First, along my thin, exposed strip of midriff, then around my thighs, just under the hem of my little skirt. The sensation forced yet more gasps from my lips.

He lifted me slightly and shifted my body around until I was straddling him as he sat, with my knees and shins resting either side of him. I couldn't help myself but grind against him. Jack's cock stood erect. I could feel it poking up through his jeans and pressing between my legs, right where mine was tucked back and throbbing in my panties. It felt almost like torture as my dick struggled for release, pathetically straining against the material. Pulses of pre-cum were dripping liberally from my tip. The bottom of my panties felt wet and slick all over again. There was going to be a stain, but fuck it, I needed him now...

“Undress me,” I said.

“I think I will,” he purred.

He ran his hands up my thighs, over my skirt and grasped the bottom of my vest. He slowly dragged it up my body. I raised my arms, allowing him to pull it all the way off. He threw it on the couch next to me, leaving me in my bra. A big grin passed over his face. He ran his hands up and down my sides, and teased his thumbs over my bra-covered nipples, making me moan.

“Let's take this off too,” he said.

He reached behind me and unclasped my bra. I felt the straps fall loose behind me, but they remained draped over my shoulders, keeping the cups in place over my breasts. I raised my hands again to help him strip me. He gripped the side straps, just next to the cups, and dragged them up. As the cups passed up and over my nipples, his grin widened as my bare tits came into view.

“Mmm, very nice,“ he said. “Very, very nice.”

I whimpered in excitement under his gaze. He pulled the bra higher, but rather than take it off me; he stopped, just as it was passing my eyes. He used his hands to wrap it around my head, blindfolding me. I gasped and wriggled in anticipation.

Then he kissed my neck. The sensation utterly debilitated me. My muscles went limp, my mouth hung open, and I moaned an uncontrollable moan... but he wasn't done with me. He kissed and nibbled all around my neck and down my chest towards my nipples, turning me into a gasping, squirming wreck. My nipples were so sensitive. I wasn't sure I could handle it. With each kiss closer, my squeals grew louder. Then I screamed in rapture as he kissed my nipple. He pressed his face into my breast, kissing, licking, and nibbling, as my body writhed in ecstasy. The sensation was maddeningly intense.

“Take my skirt off... take my panties off... please,” I begged from behind my make-shift blindfold.

“That can be arranged,” he said. 
 
He pulled the bra away from my eyes, and threw it on the couch, next to my vest. He hooked his fingers into the waistband of my skirt and pulled it down my legs. I shuffled and shifted to allow him to get it past my knees and over my boots. He then returned to hook his fingers into the waistband of my panties. I looked down as they descended down my legs. Once they passed the critical point, my dick unfurled from its tucked position. It hung out, pale, pink, and semi-erect in front of me, with a little thread of pre-cum oozing from the end. My panties themselves were embarrassingly slick and stained with my dribbles, worse than I had imagined.

“Looks like someone's horny,” Jack said.

“I'm sorry,” I whispered in mortification.

“Oh, don't be sorry,” he said. “This is hot.”

He pulled the panties over my boots, brought them up to his mouth and inhaled. His eyes rolled back.

“You smell so fucking good,” he said, then he licked the pre-cum puddle. “Delicious, absolutely delicious.”

My dripping cock jumped fully hard.

“Taste me,” I said, pushing my needy cock towards his face.

“Oh, I will,” he said. “But I want you to lie down on the couch.”

I jumped to my feet, then dived back onto the couch, so I was lying on my back. The couch had no armrests. Jack got down and knelt on the floor at the end near my boots. I looked down my body at him and saw his eyes lit with fire.

“Let's get these boots off you too,” he said. He pulled them off my body, leaving me completely naked.

“Now I'm going to devour you,” he said.

I spread myself out to allow him access to my desperate genitals. One of my legs pressed against the backrest, the other hung off the ledge of the seat cushion, with my foot on the floor. 

He began with my leg that was pressed against the backrest. Starting from my ankle, he began to kiss, nibble, and lick up my skin. Each time his lips, teeth, or tongue touched me, I gasped in excitement. My muscles began to twitch, and my hips began to thrust up into nothingness. He went along my calf, then up my inner thigh. As he got close to my cock, my fists bunched, and I seethed through clenched teeth. I was so fucking horny it was unbearable. 

“Please,” I whispered. “Please touch my cock. Or suck it. Or fuck me!”

“I will,” he said. “Just give me a minute to enjoy you.”

“I can't stand any more teasing,” I begged.

“I'm not teasing you,” he said. “I'm savoring you.” 

I looked down at him with pleading eyes. He winked at me and kissed closer and closer to my crotch. I could feel his breath on my balls. I thrust my hips upwards towards his face and held them there elevated in an unambiguous display of my need.

Then he gripped the base of my cock with his fingers.

“Oh my God!” I squealed, arching my head backward. I desperately hoped he was going to put his mouth on my cock, but he didn't. He licked up the crease between my crotch and my thigh. I screamed loudly and uncontrollably. In the realization that his neighbors might hear, I grabbed my vest with a feverish hand and shoved part of it into my mouth to gag myself.

It was a wise decision. Suddenly, Jack licked up the crease on the other side. I bit down on the vest and screamed what would have been the loudest scream of my life. My cock was dripping, and my body twisted and spasmed. I couldn't take it.

I dragged the vest from my mouth and started to beg. “Please Jack, honestly, I'm too horny, I can't take it anymore.”

“Okay, Elfi,” he said.

He shifted so that his mouth hovered just over my needy, desperate cock.

“Please,” I begged. “Please, please, please!”

He extended his tongue and lowered his head. Then in one sloppy motion, he licked from the base of my cock to the tip.

“Fuck!” I cried out in pleasure.

“Mmm,” he growled. “You taste so good.”

He opened his mouth, enveloped the head of my cock with his lips, and swirled his tongue over the tip. I grabbed my vest again and shoved it into my mouth. I yelped and squealed in delight.

Then he glided his lips down my cock, taking me deep inside him. He held me for a second, then slid back up. My cock dripped with his saliva. He moved my cock to a better angle, before descending again, this time all the way down, right to the base. He released his grip with his hand and kept only his lips around me, gently gyrated his head. I threw my head back in ecstasy. My mouth roared through my gag, as intense waves of pleasure surged through me. I wasn't going to last very long, I felt on the verge of cumming already. I was going to ejaculate mortifyingly quickly. 

Jack slid back up, leaving saliva oozing over my cock and balls. He re-gripped the base and began to glide rhythmically up and down with his mouth.

In a muffled squeal, I cried, "Fucking hell!" through my gag. With my trembling free hand, I reached down to find his fingers. I found them and latched on. I held him with an iron grip as waves of bliss passed along my shaft. I knew I was going to spurt and I couldn't stop it. The sensation was too good. With every slither of his lips, I was rapidly pushed closer to orgasm. I wrenched the vest out of my mouth.

“Jack...” I gasped. “Slow down... I'm... going... to...”

It happened before I could get my words out. My loins spasmed in an explosion of pleasure. I cried an incoherent wail. Semen surged thick and fast up my shaft and ejected into Jack's mouth. Contraction after contraction gripped my cock, sending spurt after spurt of cum spraying from me. He continued to lunge up and down all the way through my orgasm. With each of Jack's movements, I thrust up to meet him, as if trying to inject my juices into his very soul. He milked me until my body hung limp and drained. 

I panted for breath. 

“Mmm,” he said, making an audible happy swallow. He pulled his lips off me and looked up at me, grinning. “That was the best Christmas meal I've ever had.”

I whimpered, riding on a high of bodily gratification, but deeply embarrassed. My cock was still semi-erect and continued to twitch with little micro-pulses, ejecting a few, small, final globs of cum.

“Sorry... I can't believe I came so fast," I said, my face burning red. "This never usually happens to me."

“Oh, don't be silly,” said Jack. “That was incredible... I think it's kind of hot that you got so horny that you couldn't control yourself.”

“Yeah... I guess,” I replied, and gave a nervous laugh. “You make me very, very horny.”

“Good,” he said and squeezed my hand. “I don't care how fast you cum. You cum like a fucking angel.”

It was stupid, but his words sent a little warm glow flowing through me. I started to laugh. He was adorable, and he was really accepting. Maybe he could be more than just a fuck. Maybe he could be boyfriend material...

I instantly shut down the thought. I was being ridiculous. I turned my thoughts away from the warm-fuzzy feelings, and on to raw sexual ones.

“Kiss me,” I said.

He lifted himself and crawled up my body. He swallowed down what must have been the last globs of cum in his mouth, and then he kissed me. We kissed deeply, and our bodies started to grind against each other. I could feel his erection through his jeans and the need in his body. He'd made me cum, but I hadn't made him cum yet.

“Let me pleasure you,” I whispered.

“Come to the bedroom,” he said.

“Lead the way,” I replied.

Jack got to his feet and held out his hand. I took it, and he pulled me up. He led me through his apartment to his bedroom.

Once we arrived, I sat down on the bed, and Jack stood next to it. My eyes focused on his bulge. Even beneath his clothes, I could tell his cock was bigger than my own girly dick. I reached out with my hand and began to massage it through his jeans. I looked up at him. My toes curled, and I bit my lip. My own dick started to pulse back up to hardness. Having a guy's cock in my mouth always made me insanely horny.

“Can I unwrap my present, Sir?” I whispered, playing out a little sub-Dom fantasy in my head by calling him 'Sir.'

He laughed, leaned forward, and ran his fingers through my hair.

“Of course, Angel,” he said.

I pressed my face against his jeans and nuzzled against the protrusion.

“Oh my God, I'm going to enjoy this,” I whispered. I rubbed my face up and down his jeans and inhaled deeply through my nostrils. The thick, delicious, masculine scent intoxicated me. I could smell his dick, his balls, his pre-cum, and it was all for me. I whimpered in delight as I kissed lovingly over the fabric. His rock-hard dick throbbed beneath my lips.

“Who's teasing who now,” Jack said.

“Mmm,” I said, and looked up at him with a cheeky smile. “I'm not teasing you. I'm savoring you.”

Jack laughed and shook his head. 

“I'll spank you for that later,” he said.

I giggled. 

“Don't make promises you can't keep,” I whispered.

I fixed my eyes back on his crotch, unclipped his belt, and pulled down his zipper. As I did so, his dark grey boxers came into view. I purred in appreciation. I peeled down his jeans, then hooked my fingers into the waistband of his boxers. With my face next to his bulge, I pulled them down slowly. As the waistband passed over the head of his cock, it bounced up.

“Fuck,” I whispered as I looked at it. It was darker than my cock and longer and thicker. I reached out and wrapped my hand around it, feeling its size and presence. The sensation sent giddy waves of excitement through me. This was a proper man's cock, and I was going to enjoy it.

“I'm going to be a total slut for you,” I said, my eyes flicking up to his.

I gripped it tighter and began to jerk it up and down. I twisted my hand as I stroked, extracting groans from Jack's lips. I took my other hand and gently cupped and caressed his ball sack. His balls were so much bigger and fuller than mine. I felt so silly, horny, and girly next to him. 

Jack reached down, ran his fingers through my hair, and gently massaged my scalp. I sighed in pleasure, then released my hand that was working his shaft. I extended my tongue, pressed my face forward, and took one long, slutty lick from the base to the tip. Jack let out another groan of pleasure, and my cock jumped fully erect once more. Spurred on by his reactions, I licked him again, but this time, when I reached the tip, I softly enveloped the head of his cock with my lips. Jack moaned, and a little electric thrill passed through me. I loved hearing the sounds of his enjoyment.

“Yes,” he whispered as he continued to massage my scalp gently. “Good girl.”

With the head of his dick inside my mouth, I ran my tongue lovingly around his tip. Then I gripped the base of his cock, angled him towards me, and let my lips glide down his shaft. Jack's fingers tensed in my hair. I moaned in pleasure, then drew myself back up. I swirled my tongue over his head again, then descended once more, as deep as I could go. This time, Jack really groaned. It felt so good, but I wanted to be even sluttier for him.

I pulled myself up, looked up at him, and whispered, “If you like, you can fuck my face as I suck you.”

Jack grinned. “Oh, Elfi, you are a badder girl than I thought.”

I bit my lip and nodded.

“And...” I said, my face now flushing pink. “You can cum wherever you want. In my mouth. On my tits. On my face.”

I became redder with each word, but my dark, slutty desires pushed the sentence from my lips. To escape from my embarrassment, I slipped his cock back into my mouth and began to suck. At first, my lips glided up and down his cock under my own motion; then, I felt Jack's hand bunch in my hair. An ungodly surge of excitement passed through me as he began to take control. Gently, he began to guide my head up and down his shaft. I could feel the power in his hands, and it set my body alight. My cock started to throb and drip all over again as he used my mouth to pleasure himself. 

He used me slowly at first, pushing my head down deeply, holding it there for a second, then pulling me back up. After a few iterations, he pulled me all the way off him.

“Are you enjoying that?” he whispered.

“Yes, Sir,” I murmured back. “Can I have some more please, Sir?”

“Do you want me to go faster or slower?” he asked.

“Go as fast or slow as you like,” I said.

He laughed.

“Okay, Elfi,” he said.

I felt him push me back towards his cock, and I opened my mouth once more. He started at the same pace as before, guiding my head with deep, measured, and deliberate strokes. His hips began to thrust in motion with my head.

Gradually, he began to pick up the pace, thrusting harder and faster. I wailed in ecstasy around his cock, and drool dribbled from my mouth. My eyes flicked up to his, and I saw him stare down at me. His gaze electrified my body. He was horny, he was enjoying himself, and he was using me. He grunted with each thrust, fucking my face with urgency and intent. As slurping sounds filled the room, my mind turned to a delirious, submissive mush. As our eyes locked together, he began to talk dirty to me.

“God, your mouth feels so fucking good,” he rasped, as he forced my head along his dick. “You're so fucking pretty. I can't stand it. I'm going to fill your mouth with cum, and then I'm going to fuck your cute little ass until your spurt all over the fucking sheets.”

I wailed, and my fists bunched. Drool spilled from my mouth. Jack's breathing became ragged, and I could tell he was close.

“I'm going to cum,” he growled. “Are you ready?”

I nodded the best little micro-nods I could as he fucked in and out of me. I saw tension build in his neck, his face flushed red, and his eyes flashed with a look of incredible intensity. Suddenly, his dick twitched hard, and he unloaded a big surge of semen into my mouth. 

Powerful contractions gripped his dick, and ropes of cum shot inside me. I gulped down all his load as he continued to thrust in and out of me, milking himself into my mouth.

“Fuck,” he rasped, panting in satisfaction. “Fucking hell, Elfi.”

I kept my lips on him until his contractions had stopped. Slowly he withdrew his dick from me. Although I was dazed with pleasure, I still had enough awareness to extend my tongue and show him some of the mess he'd made in my mouth. Then I swallowed it down, with a satisfied gulp of pleasure, just like a good little slut should. I flashed him a happy little grin.

He bit his lip and looked down at me. His hand un-bunched from my hair, and he gently massaged my scalp with his fingers again.

“I'd never have thought such a sweet girl could be so dirty,” he said.

“I should have told you I was a fallen angel,” I said with a giggle. “With a very dirty halo.”

He leaned down and kissed me gently on the forehead, making me grin a very silly, happy grin.

"A dirty halo, maybe," he said. “But you're still so fucking cute.”

Jack reached down, pulled off his shoes and socks, and stepped out of the crumpled mass of boxers and jeans that rested around his ankles. His cock still throbbed semi-hard and shimmered with my saliva.

He sat down next to me on the bed. Cupped my face, and kissed me sweetly and tenderly. As our tongues entwined, Jack reached over and wrapped his fingers around my dick, making me gasp. Then he leaned back slightly and smiled.

“Oh God, you're so hard,” he whispered, giving me a few gentle but incredible strokes. “You must really enjoy having your face fucked.”

“I'm a very bad angel,” I said. “I think I was thrown out of heaven for being too naughty. Maybe you should punish me?”

Jack grinned at me and released my dick. I bit my lip and shuffled to the center of the bed. I positioned myself on my knees, with my face down on the sheets, and my ass up in the air.

“You did say I needed a spanking,” I whispered with an embarrassed little giggle. I hoped he hadn't been joking when he'd playfully threatened me earlier.

“Oh, you are a bad angel, aren't you, Elfi?” Jack said, crawling on to the bed. “Maybe you do need some punishment.”

I wiggled my ass.

“Sir, I've been very, very bad,” I said.

He laughed. “Okay, Angel, I'll spank you. If it starts getting too much, just say 'yellow,' if you want me to stop, say 'red,' understood?”

“Yes, Sir,” I whispered.

Jack ran his hands over my bare ass, squeezing and caressing my flesh. Then he spanked me lightly on my left cheek. I gasped and wriggled as the sensation zipped through my body.

“You like that?” he asked.

“Yes, Sir,” I whispered again. “You can be rougher if you like.”

“You're such a bad little angel,” he said. “Okay, let's go a little harder.”

I inhaled deeply and tensed my body.

Then he spanked me again. 

I gasped as his hand planted down firmly onto my right ass cheek. That one had a sting to it. My toes curled up.

“Yes,” I whimpered.

Then he brought down his hand again, a little harder still. His hand sent a hot pang through me. My hips wiggled from side to side.

“Fuck,” I gasped.

Then Jack spanked me again. I squealed in pain and panted heavily into the sheets. I could feel my dick twitch and drip pre-cum.

“Still enjoying this?” Jack said.

“Oh fuck, yes,” I whimpered back.

Then Jack unleashed a rain of spanks onto my ass, grunting with satisfaction as he went. My back arched, and my toes curled. I bit down onto the sheets and squealed. My body shifted with every spank. As the pain grew, my feet started to kick up and down onto the sheets. It hurt, but my arousal was through the roof.

Spank after spank ripped through me until my ass was burning with heat and pain. It was incredible. I was utterly consumed by dirty, submissive, rapture, and my dick was dribbling everywhere.

Then the spanking stopped. Jack shifted position and reached between my legs. I jumped as he ran his fingers along my dick and felt my pre-cum. He played with my slimy juice gently with his fingers.

“Oh my God, I can't believe how hard you are,” Jack exclaimed.

He gave my dick a few light strokes, which forced gasps from my lips, then released.

“That really turned me on,” I whispered back. “Please play with me some more... or fuck me.”

“Hmm, well, I think it's time for you to be fucked Elfi,” he said. “Don't you?”

“Yes!” I whispered. I massaged my hot, stinging ass with one hand, then shuffled up onto my knees.

“Thank you for the spanking, Sir,” I said, my face blushing. My eyes looked over his body. His lower half was naked, showing his rock hard dick, but his shirt was still on.

“Let's get this shirt off you,” I said.

He nodded. With incredible eagerness, I flicked off his shirt buttons. With each one, a new little sliver of his skin came into view. When the final button was undone, he reached and pulled his shirt off himself.

“Oh my God,” I gasped. My pupils dilated, he was so fucking hot: muscular chest, beautiful six-pack. I was such a lucky girl. I reached forward with my hands to touch him. 

“Mmm,” I murmured in delight. “You are the best Christmas present I could have hoped for.”

“Trust me,” he said. “The feeling is mutual.”

He kissed me again and began to caress my body. He was gentle at first, but he became rougher as his desire grew. Excited groans started to escape my lips as his big strong hands manhandled my tender flesh.

“Let's lie down,” he said.

I nodded and shuffled backward on the bed. I arranged myself lying face-up with my head against the pillows. Jack crawled up on top of me and kissed me again. Our tongues entwined, and my hands grabbed at his arms and chest. I felt so little next to him, like being trapped by a very sexy tiger.

Then he pulled back, reached over to a drawer beside his bed, and pulled out a little bottle of lube. Jesus Christ, it was happening! 

I spread my legs, drew my knees up to my ass, and raised my buttocks to give himself easy access. Jack smiled and squirted a dollop of lube onto his hand. He slathered it all over his dick. Then he squirted out another generous dollop and massaged it around my pucker, before gently pushing his slick finger into my anus. I gasped, as he softly rotated his digit, lubing me up from the inside. Then he withdrew himself and grabbed a tissue to wipe his hand.

“Mmm,” he said as he crawled back on top of me. “You are so fucking hot.”

He reached between his legs to angle his dick, then slowly pressed it towards me. I inhaled as it felt it touch against my asshole, but he did not push it inside. Instead, he began to rub his dick up and down my crack, teasing the hell out of me. I wrapped my legs around him to draw him closer.

“Do you want my cock?” he said.

“Yes,” I squealed. “Please fuck me!”

He laughed a sexy little laugh.

“Okay, Elfi,” he said.

He angled his cock against pucker, and then he slowly pressed forward. My back arched, but my eyes remained locked on to his. My legs wrapped tighter around his back.

“Fuck!” I gasped as the spongy head popped inside me. I relaxed my muscles and dilated myself to let him in. He pushed forward, and I whimpered as he slowly penetrated me deeper and deeper. The feeling of being filled with his hot, thick cock was incredible.

“Yes,” I murmured. “Yes, yes, yes.”

He pushed in half-way, then pulled back. He gave me a wicked smile, then he pushed in slowly a second time, but this time, he didn't stop half-way. He carried on deeper and deeper. As I felt him go all the way in, I squealed in delight.

“Does that feel good?” he asked.

“It feels so, so good,” I replied.

He pulled out once more. Then he began to thrust in and out of me rhythmically.

“Oh my God!” I gasped.

With each stroke of his cock, a surge of gratification passed through me. My own dick throbbed with intense desire. Pre-cum continued to ooze from my tip.

“Elfi,” Jack rasped. “You feel so fucking good.”

His dick pistoned in and out of me, over and over. My arousal was dialing higher and higher. I reached between my legs and grabbed my dick and began to jerk myself in time with his trusts.

“Let me do it,” Jack said. 

I nodded and released my grip. Then I felt Jack's hand wrap around his shaft. I gasped in delight. His hand was so much bigger than mine, and he began to stroke. The sensation of being fucked and jerked transformed my waves of pleasure into gigantic surges. I couldn't stop myself from moaning with each movement. 

My legs tensed, and my body started to buck backward to meet Jack's thrusts. Grunts of satisfaction escaped his lips. He began to pick up the pace, thrusting in and out of me quickly and powerfully. My moans started to merge into one long wail. As we looked into each other's eyes, I gripped the bedsheets with my hands. My muscles began to shake involuntarily. I felt an orgasm building inside me, and I knew Jack was getting close too.

“You are so hot,” he rasped with each stroke. “So hot... So fucking hot.”

His breathing became urgent and aggressive. His were thrusts fast and frenzied, quickly pistoning in and out of my helpless body. 

“Jack,” I wailed. “Jack, I'm going to cum.”

It felt like an earthquake was building inside me. I was going to cum all over again, and this one was going to a big one. The pressure was growing like two massive tectonic plates trying to slide past the other. They were about to slip at any moment, releasing cataclysmic energy. I was just a few thrusts away. My hands gripped the sheets even tighter.

“I'm going to cum too,” he rasped back.

With his words, I didn't need any more thrusts. That was it. The thought of being filled with his cum was too much for my mind to cope with. As he looked into my eyes, the plates slipped. I exploded with pleasure, and shock waves of ecstasy tore through my body and soul. My balls tightened, my ass clenched down on his cock, and my dick twitched. Semen rushed up my shaft and powerfully ejected from the tip. 

Jack kept thrusting, fucking me to his own orgasm. His neck began tense, his face flushed with rapture, and his eyes pierced into me. Then his cock twitched violently, injecting a surge of hot semen inside me. The feeling of Jack's hand on my dick, his cock in my ass, and his cum in my body elevated me to a state of incandescent bliss. I spasmed, twitched, and wailed, unable to control myself. Cum was spurting into me; cum was spurting out of me; every part of me felt like it was bursting with incredible, angelic light. I could barely register the individual sensations. I was utterly overwhelmed with euphoria.

Gradually, my mind began to regain its focus. Jack slowed his thrusting, and we both panted for breath.

“Oh my God,” Jack whispered. “That was incredible.”

I nodded, incapable of speech. My hands still gripped the sheets, unable to let go. My body was a quivering wreck. Slowly, Jack pulled out of me and shifted his body on the bed so that he was lying beside me. I tilted my head over to his, but couldn't make my mouth form words. He ran his fingers through my hair, making me whimper, and then kissed me on the forehead. I managed a little smile as aftershocks continued to pulse through me. 

“Oh, God!” I finally managed to whisper.

I heaved my body up and on to my side and stared into Jack's eyes. He wrapped his arms around me and drew me into a close embrace. 

“That was amazing,” I whispered. “I still feel like I'm cumming.”

"You are amazing, Elfi,” he whispered back and hugged me tighter.

Our hearts beat together, and I snuggled into him as far as I could snuggle.

“I feel like I could stay like this forever,” Jack murmured.

I was able to muster no objections. A feeling of utter warmth had spread through me. Mollified by joy, my defenses lay exhausted, placid, and silent. Thoughts of Jack and I together washed through my brain without a murmur of resistance.

...There we were walking through the park, hand in hand.

...There we were on a train, snuggling up to each other in a carriage.

...There we were watching a movie together.

As I fantasized, Jack held me for what felt like a blissful age. Then I fell asleep in his arms.

- - - -

I awoke. My eyes looked around the room. Jack was lying asleep next to me. His arms weren't around me anymore, but it appeared as if he had tucked me into the sheets. Dawn was breaking. Morning light seeped through the white blinds, bathing the bedroom in an ethereal glow. Had I just fallen asleep in his arms and been there all night? 

I was struck by an urge to wrap my arms around him and snuggle close. Or, better, wake him up with a sweet little kiss and have him wrap his arms me again. I always preferred to be the little spoon after all.

I sighed.

Then a thought struck me: what the hell was I doing? None of this was part of the strategy that I'd agreed with myself last night. The plan was just to have sex with him, then leave. But I didn't want to leave. Maybe I could just stay? Maybe there was some romance here... 

Then another thought hit me: I'd been here before. Not physically here in this room, but in this situation.

A horrible feeling began to develop in my belly, which spread rapidly through my body. Why would he be any different from all the other guys who had messed me around? He wouldn't actually want to date me. He wouldn't actually want to introduce me to his friends or his family. 

Then my mind replayed those girls fawning over him the night before. As I looked at him, I saw all the options a handsome man like him had. I saw all the attention that he'd get from girls with sweet, wet pussies. I wondered how many girls had he slept with? How many was he going to sleep with? Realistically, how could I compete against all those options?

Surely, I'd just served my purpose as his fuck toy for the night, and now it was my time to leave. If he turned to me and said, 'why are you still here?' just like the last guy, I think I'd have a breakdown. I couldn't bear to deal with that hurt and humiliation again. 

I sat up in the bed and pulled my knees up to my chest. Oh fuck. Why had I allowed myself to have warm fuzzy feelings for him last night? That was so fucking stupid. Despite the nausea that was now pulsing through me in waves, my eyes couldn't help but look at him longingly. I could feel my heart pulling through my chest towards him. 

We'd got on so well last night. He'd been funny, and kind, and gallant, and sweet. He seemed so lovely... but that was something I'd thought about other guys before, usually just before they stamped on my heart.

Tears started to well up in my eyes. I felt like I was going to be vomit. I had to leave before my mind developed any further delusions that I might have found someone who cared about me.

Quietly, I shuffled out of the bed and softly padded across the carpet. I was still completely naked. The door to the bedroom was slightly ajar. With tension in my muscles, I prized it open enough for me to get through. Thankfully, it didn't creak, and I stepped out into the hall. 

The hall was slightly colder, and the floor was wooden. I crossed my arms and crept towards the living room on tiptoes. There I saw my clothes strewn across the couch and floor. Quickly, but quietly, I dressed myself. I put on everything apart from my boots, as they might make a clicking sound as I walked down the hall.

Then I crept back through the apartment and took one final peek through into the bedroom. Jack was still asleep.

“Bye, Jack,” I whispered. As I spoke, emotion welled up inside me. Tears developed in my eyes and silently trickled down my cheeks. My heart pulled towards him again, but the fear of rejection was just too much.

I turned and quickly padded back down the hall, all the way to the door. There were a couple of bolts. The first one shifted easily. The second was stiff. I gritted my teeth and pulled harder. Then it opened with a snap. Shit! That was loud.

Then I pulled the handle. It clunked down with another audible sound, but it didn't open. My wet, sobbing eyes widened with horror; then, I saw a keyhole. Maybe that needed to be unlocked too. My eyes darted around the hall. There was a shelf just to my right with a set of keys. I took a deep breath, wiped the tears from my eyes, and slowly grasped them with my hand.

Then a sound made me freeze. The bedroom door was opening. Then footsteps started to come towards me.

“Elfi, are you okay?” Jack's voice said.

I didn't have words, but I couldn't help but sniffle.

“Elfi, are you leaving?” he said. His voice seemed sad. “Elfi, are you crying?”

My heart pounded in my chest, and my body started to shake. I took a deep breath and turned to face him. More tears streaked down my cheeks.

“Elfi, what's wrong?” he said.

I raised my hands to cover my face and sank down until I was sitting on the floor. I pulled my knees up to my chest and curled up into a ball. The tears came hard and fast. I bawled like an idiot.

I felt Jack crouch down next to me. 

“Elfi,” he said, with real concern in his voice. “Tell me what's the matter.”

“I just want to go,” I sobbed.

“Of course you can go if you want to,” Jack said. “But why?”

I remained curled up in a ball. I screwed my eyes shut.

“Why?” I whimpered pathetically. “Why? Because that's what I'm meant to do, isn't it? Just go...”

“No, Elfi,” Jack said. “Why would I want you to go?”

“Because that's what guys always want me to do,” I said. “They fuck me... then tell me to go.”

“But I don't want you to go,” Jack said. 

He reached over and gently touched my hair. 

“I want you to stay, Elfi,” he said. “Of course, only if you want to stay too.”

I gulped and opened my eyes and looked at him. His face was etched with concern.

“But do you just want to have sex with me... or do you want something more?” I said. “It's okay if you just want to have sex with me, I just need to know.”

“Well... obviously we've only just met,” Jack said. “But I'd been hoping for something a bit more than just sex. You seemed like such a sweet girl, and we'd got on so well. I thought maybe I'd met someone who I finally clicked with.”

“Don't say that unless you mean it, Jack,” I said.

“I do mean it, Elfi,” he said.

I closed my eyes and took a few deep breaths. Could this be real? Could he actually want me as more than just a fuck toy? My mind struggled to believe it, but I wanted it so badly. I opened my eyes and stared back at Jack. His expression seemed to be one of complete sincerity.

I took a huge gulp.

“Okay,” I whispered, on the edge of audibility.

“Okay, what?” said Jack.

“Okay... I'd like to stay,” I said. “If I haven't made myself look too crazy.”

I studied his face. He showed no expression other than concern.

“I must look like such a psycho right now... but I've been hurt so many times,” I said. “So many guys have fucked me and then told me to leave, even ones who seemed nice at first. So when you came along, I didn't want to let myself believe that it would be any different.”

“Oh, Elfi,” Jack said. He leaned forward and wrapped his arms around me. I wrapped mine back around him and started to sob all over again.

“Sorry, Jack,” I blubbed. “I don't even know why I'm crying now. I'm not usually like this.”

Jack ran his big hand up through my hair and gently massaged my scalp.

“I understand,” he said. “Sounds like you've had a lot of bad luck in the past.”

“You're telling me!” I said back, with a little laugh.

“Come with me,” said Jack. “I've got something that might cheer you up. It's Christmas Day. Angels aren't meant to be sad on Christmas Day.”

From my tear-streaked face, I gave out a little burst of laughter. 

“Okay,” I said.

Jack stood up and helped me up to my feet, and then he led me into his kitchen. I hadn't seen that room before, but it was clean and modern, just like the rest of his apartment. On the kitchen table, there was a little gift-wrapped present. Jack picked it up and gave it to me. 

“Merry Christmas, Elfi,” Jack said. “Here's a little gift for you.” 

I gave him a puzzled look. 

“Jack,” I said, wiping tears from my eyes. “How the hell have you got me a present?”

He smiled and laughed.

“You fell asleep pretty quickly last night,” he said. “I wrapped it after you'd nodded off.”

“Yeah, but how could you even get me something?” I said, completely baffled. "When did you even have the time?"

“Why don't you just open it,” he said.

He leaned against the kitchen table and looked at me with a pleased but mischievous expression. I sniffled, bit my lip, and allowed myself a little smile.

I felt the package in my hands. Beneath the wrapping, it felt like there was a cardboard box, but what could be inside it? I weighed it in my hands; it wasn't that heavy. I shook it; it didn't rattle. I cocked my head to the side and laughed in puzzlement.

“What the hell is this?” I said.

“You look so cute when you're confused,” Jack said. “Just unwrap it.”

“Okay,” I said. I carefully took off the paper. It just appeared to be an old cardboard box. I raised an eyebrow.

“Look at what's inside,” said Jack, still smiling at me.

I opened the box and extracted the contents. 

I gasped. 

“Jack!” I cried. “Wow, Jack, I can't believe it!”

It was the koala hat I'd been looking at the day before. Warmth flooded through my body.

“I saw you looking at it before your boss shouted at you the first time last night. You hadn't seen me at that stage, but I'd seen you,” Jack said. “You seemed to really like that hat. When you went to the bathroom, just before we left the Christmas Market, I decided to buy it for you.”

My mouth hung open in amazement.

“Jack, I don't know what to say!” I squealed. “That's so sweet... I'm just... amazed that you did that for me.”

I put the little hat on and beamed with joy. I danced around excitedly, shaking my head from side to side. 

“Oh my God, Jack. This is my favorite Christmas present ever!” I said, as my heart glowed inside me. 

I launched myself at Jack and wrapped my arms around him. He put his arms around me and pulled me close.

“Do you believe me that I want you to stay now?” he said with a laugh.

“Yes,” I panted. My eyes welled up again, but this time with tears of joy.

Then we kissed.

- - - -

So that's it, folks! What did you think? 

I really appreciate all comments and feedback – whether good or bad!

I'd intended this one as a stand-alone story but may consider writing more if there is sufficient demand. 

Alex