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A Gifted Girl
December 24, 2010 · Posted In: Erotica
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Discover the sexy story of this gifted girl

6 am. You left early for work. You seemed to have completely forgotten what day it was. Kissed her lips and hurried off. You didn’t even had breakfast. You said you had an early meeting with your staff. She sighed. She was laying on her stomach on the bed, her white nighties crumpled on her. Her hair tousled everywhere, she felt like a horrible sight. She groaned and got up. Took a quick shower after she left the bedroom. Didn’t even took the time to fix the bed as she felt bad already.

“Sheesh! It’s Friday! And Christmas Eve! Can’t he afford to have breakfast with meat least?”

Feeling sorry, she prepared some instant coffee. Not in the mood for brewed. She took her cup and went out on the balcony overlooking the ocean. A cool breeze blew on her skin. She was only in her nighties and it sent tingles all over her body. Sipping the hot coffee helped her warm up. Rubbing her cheeks with the palms of her hands, warm from the coffee cup, she started thinking on how to make this day better.

“I’ll teach that man some manners.” she thought with a naughty grin on her lips.

She went back to the bedroom and looked for that little red-velvety dress she knew you love her wearing. Then she soaked in the tub with her favorite jasmine & rose scented bubbly bath. You loved that smell on her skin. She the lathered the same scented bath gel on, and finished with a warm rinse, making sure all parts were washed. Just in case. She giggled.

She took her time to dress up. It was only 10 am. A 30 minutes drive to your office and you would see what happen. She picked her new black lacy brassiere and a matching tiny G-string. She bought them for a special occasion, and today seemed like a perfect time. She slipped them on, walked herself to the bed, and dressed up on the little red dress. The dress was in a velvety fabric, hanging loose on her body and hips, down her knees, exposing shapely legs and calves. The tiny sleeves hanging on her shoulders revealed some fair smooth skin from shoulders to collarbones, and some chest, halting right where the cleavage starts. The long slit on the right thigh made it sultry looking; matching red high heels shoes would finish the touch. No stockings, she liked her legs natural. She would love to picture how your face would look seeing her dressed like the sexiest female Santa on earth! Grinning to herself, she put on a light makeup on her cheeks and eyes, a bright crimson red lipstick to match the dress. She brushed her wavy long hair, wearing it down. Just a tiny hairpin to hold them. Looking at the mirror: posh! She smiled.

“I’m set.”

Walking down the hallway to the entrance door, she clucked noisily with her heels. She hailed a cab, and went to surprise you with a present: herself!

As she entered your building, she felt all eyes on her. Well, she was used to being looked at, but that day felt much different, as if she was dragging all surrounding eye balls to her sexy silhouette. Swaying her hips as she walked down the office aisle, she went straight to your room. Your secretary smiled at her, and was about to push the intercom, when she stopped her, a finger on her lips:


The secretary got the message, and let her in. You were turning your back to the door, your leather office chair facing the glass walls. You were on the phone, a bit tensed it seemed. Like you were in the middle of an argument. Hmmm. She wondered if her timing was really appropriate.

She stood while closing the door, gently, but loud enough for you to hear someone came in.

Turning your big chair swiftly, you let out a “What?!”

Seeing her there, standing beside your big office couch near you made you stop. She could see your mouth parting as you stared at her. Walking slowly towards you, in front of your table, she saw you gulp a few times.

“We’ll talk tomorrow” were your last words in the receiver before you hung up.

Placing it down without even looking, you smiled at her.

Looking sensually at you she asked,

“Do you like it?”

She walked to you and sat on your lap to give you a kiss.

“Do you remember what day is today?” she whispered as she kissed your ears and ran her hands on your chest.

“Hmmm jasmine & rose, you know how to please all my senses my hot honey!” you said on gritted teeth.

She giggled as your hands ran all over the velvet fabric she was wearing.

“So what’s today?” she asked again.

You were too busy working your lips on her neck to reply. Your big hand cupping one of her breasts, you finally replied in a low voice: “Today… is… baby-you-make-me-want-to-ravish-you-right-here day!”

“It’s Christmas Eve honey, did you forget?” she said, pulling your face to look at her.

“No, of course not!” you replied smacking wet kisses on her lips.

“Really? Then why didn’t you greet me this morning?” she pouted, crossing her arms.

Leaning on her, you kissed more of the exposed skin of her breasts and cleavage.
“I have a surprise for you, that’s why.” you said in between kisses on her breasts.

“Oh… Really?” she started grinning.

“Yes baby, but will have to wait till tonight. Meanwhile, why are you here at this time of the day?”

“I wanted to give you my present” she giggled.

“What?” you said with flames in your eyes.

She took your hand and slip your finger in her neckline, letting you feel the lace of her bra. Enjoying the feel of your finger. Your fingers seemed to come to life and slipped in deeper on their own will. She pulled your face and you kissed. Hot and wet in each others’ mouth. Your other hand found its way down to the thong she was wearing, exploring the slit by her thighs.

She moaned softly under your kiss, restless and warm.

“Here?” you asked.

“Yes!” she said.

You squeezed her breasts, and then her ass. She was, caressing your muscled chest, undoing your shirt, exposing that hard body of the man she loves. She was kissing every inch of your exposed skin. Nibbling on your male nipple. You leaned on your leather chair, and she shifted position, straddling you. Each leg on your side, she ground her hips and let you feel the mounds underneath. She felt your hardness. Raking her fingers on your naked skin, she made you groan.

You took off her dress, changing it into a pool of red fabric down on the carpeted floor. She gasped. Tracing her fingers down to your pants, undoing your fly, slipping in your slacks, she set your cock free and started to play with its tip. You ripped her thong off and touched her now moistened slit. Naked on top of you, she let you explore her pussy with visible enjoyment. She arched her back, exposing her breast. Swaying on your shaft, she felt your hardness. Strong. Big. Juicy. You just couldn’t wait.

“Not yet baby” she whispered. Your shirt, all unbuttoned, was now wide opened on your male body. She pinched you nipples as she climbed down between your strong legs.

Cupping your cock in her hands; such a beautiful cock, big and hard, just for her. Kissing your dick head, she looked up at your dreamy eyes while licking you hole. Kiss-sucking your precum on her lips, smacking soundly. You gulped, feeling your throat a little bit dry. Still kissing your cock, squeezing your balls and the base of your shaft with her small hands, she felt you getting suddenly tensed. Sucking on your dick, she let you slide in deeper and deeper. Your pulsating cock reached the back of her throat at only halfway of its length. Rubbing your tip hard on her mouth walls, she tasted more of you. Sliding you off her mouth with a loud sip. Licking her lips as she looked up at you. Your jaw tightened as you watched her.

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anonymous readerReport

2013-01-24 21:58:26
It may be true but it was boring as hell. You should really take a class to learn to write I'm just saying.

anonymous readerReport

2013-01-24 21:29:12
She gets up and has a shower, then obviously redresses in her nighty, has a cup of coffee, then has a bath? Learn to write english properly.

anonymous readerReport

2013-01-24 12:53:26
This has got to be the worst written disjointed apology for a story ever, got a headache just trying to keep track of the constant change of person

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