Christmas 2014
written by:
Chris-t6290

'Right, that's that done,' I exclaimed to myself, having completed the last of the week's work, and went off to find Amber.

What with both she and I, I'm Jasmine by the way, being single, we had struck up a firm relationship - As Friends - at a law firm, were we worked as two of several legal secretaries. Admittedly the hours can sometimes be long, however, the pay, in particular the overtime bonus, makes up for that and is how we were able to take out a mortgage on a Manhattan apartment. Additionally we are able to afford designer clothes - not for work, though, where dress has to be more formal. As luck would have it, we're both the same dress size, and occasionally we'll wear the others.

At the weekend, Saturday mainly, we go out clubbing, which is how we met Nigel and Steve; both married, mind. What with it being Christmas next Thursday, a time we both accepted they'd be with their families, we arranged with them to spend this evening at a nearby hotel, if only for a few hours.

"Ready, Amber," I called, from the doorway of her office, where, inside, she was still typing away on her PC.

"Give me a minute. Just some last minute alterations that James needs," she informed me. Amber, by the way, and more than me, works for two of the firms senior lawyers, whereas I share the junior level ones with four other secretaries.

"Okay, done," she intoned, and having successfully e-mailed a copy to James, Amber closed down her PC until Monday, collected her bag and followed me out of the office building where we quickly caught a yellow taxi to our apartment.

"Fuck, am I horny," exclaimed Amber, looking forward to an evening's shagging, as she puts it (Amber's folks moving to New York from London England some 10 years ago), with Steve, as she stripped off her office attire and took a quick cleansing shower, followed by me.

"Is it okay if I wear your red Versace, Jas'," enquired Amber, as she towelled herself down and I stepped into the spacious cubicle; Amber's preference to shorten my name when were together, a reasonable acceptance.

"Yeah, sure, I'm wearing the grey black one," I rejoined.

"That's daring," she commented, recalling both how slinky and little there was of it: sleeveless, and with a short right shoulder cuff, from where it then slants down across the wearers bust and just about covers the left areola. By contrast, my red one has thin shoulder strips as opposed to straps and falls off my generous bust quite appealingly. In as much as Amber's bust is marginally smaller than mine, it nonetheless retains the affect all the same.

Presently dried, we both took turns in applying a modest amount of make-up, something we also shared, even though Amber's a blonde to my brunette. From each of our bags, we had earlier removed a pair of black lace top hold ups, which we rolled up our lithe legs. Because of the dress we had each chosen to wear, a bra was out of the question, while, and knowing Amber as I did, I was the only one of us to wear a thong, which, and as with my slingbacks, was black.

"What do you reckon, red or black," intoned Amber, who was undecided as to which colour shoes to wear.

"You're not wearing panties, as usual, so go with the red," I rejoined, as I stepped into my dress. One of the Brit's quirks, as far as body language goes, so Amber informed me, is that red shoes denote that the wearer doesn't have any panties on.

"Got everything," I called out to my flat-mate, as I, now sat on my double bed, pulled on my shoes.

With that done, I subsequently stood up and smoothed down my dress. As I did, I couldn't help but notice how hot and horny my smoothly shaved pussy felt.

"Yeah. Bunting, a pack of balloons and an inflator for them," she called back from her boudoir.

Having taken a hotel room for the night, we planned to make it as Christmassy as we could for our dates, albeit without a tree.

"I also got this," Amber jollied, as she held up a box with a picture of a silver tinsel tree on it. "What do you think," she nonchalantly exclaimed.

"Perfect," I smiled, enthusedly.

"Right! All we need now are the guys," she exclaimed, as I collected my shoulder bag; after which, and having stepped out into the New York winter's air, we quickly hailed a Taxi.

Up in our hotel room, we set about decorating it as best we could; although the two foot tree Amber put together did look quite sparse without any baubles or the like on it.

"There, finished," she exclaimed afterwards, and just as the chilled bottles of champagne we had ordered arrived. Just then, and as the two young men poured a glass of bubbly for us, my cellphone rang.

It was Nigel, I noticed from the display.

"Hi, Nigel," I trilled, while my pussy and clit responded to his deep sexy voice, only for them to suddenly become wanting at his news. "Okay, then," I melancholically uttered; whereupon, he quickly ended the call.

"What is it," enquired Amber, having noticed both my sullen tone, and in particular my expression, as she held out the glass of champagne for me.

"Nigel can't get away," was all I could manage to utter, as I took the offered drink. ‘Some celebration this was turning out to be, not,' I thought, despondently.

Mere seconds after, Amber's phone also rang. Upon picking it up, she read the text message from Steve and exclaimed, "Fucker!" which we all heard.

"Sorry, guys," she quickly excused herself, only to repeat, ‘guy's', and with an elevated tone.

"Our dates for the evening have stood us up," she began, "even though we've gone to the trouble of making the room Christmassy. If you two are finished for the evening or can see a way to...!" Amber intimating at them being a substitute, if you like, for Nigel and Steve as she flirted with the dark haired one - something he was happy to go along with.

If it wasn't for the fact we'd booked the hotel room, I would have suggested going to a night club, however, these two young bell hops would do just the same, and I could not help but agree as I stepped closer to the fair haired one.

I have no idea what the Brits put in their water, but, Amber was soon swapping tongue saliva with Marco as I softly pressed my lips to Ramon's; my clit and pussy once more coming alive, just as a thrill ran up my spine and a warm glow inflamed my cunt.

Once we had released them, Marco and Ramon invited each of us to sit on a sofa; there being two in our quite spacious room. As I did, the hem of my dress, what little there was, rode up sufficiently enough, as to display the bottom of the lace top of my hold ups. My thighs were noticeably warm and humid, knowing that my pussy was about to get licked, sucked, and presently fucked by a young handsome hotel stud.

Before she sat down, Amber drew her, my, dress up, and then sat her bare ass down on the cushion.

Thoughtfully, the two waiters had brought our drinks over, and having thanked them and taken a sip, we returned the glasses to our revised dates and awaited their attention.

Neither of them said much as they slowly raised our dresses. However, when Marco caught sight of Amber's naked and shaved pussy, he let out a pleasant sighed exclamation and motioned his head closer. Flaring his nostrils, he drank in the heady scent of Amber's sex, something that always excites my ex-British flat mate. Ramon, on the other hand, was content to kiss along each of my humid thighs before planting soft vibrant kisses over my moist thong.

"Fuck, emn, yes," I sighed; my upper body sliding down and to one side of the backrest until I was almost laid along the sofa.

In that position I was able to raise my hips, and as I then drew my dress up and around my waist, Ramon slid my thong over my shapely ass, before continuing down my nylon clad thighs, knees and legs. He then, as I subsequently reposed myself, removed my shoes and finally my thong.

Not knowing how much time they had, I hoped he wasn't just going to now fuck me; not until he'd at least made me cum and let me taste his cock that is.

Parting my thighs, Ramon soon had his fingers inside my warm moist pool while his lips sucked each and then both of my generous fuck lips; my labia.

"Yes, more, fuck yes, make me cum, Ramon," I cried out, my body, and moreover my mind, too wrapped up in the pleasure I was receiving to notice Amber.

Next, and even though he'd made me cum, Ramon turned his attention to my throbbing clit. "Suck it, suck it, yes, emn," I shrilled, as another climax welled up deep inside me. I must just say, Ramon didn't disappoint. With his left forearm around my right thigh, he both stroked the stem of my sticky clit and held back the hood. Then, and while he sucked the distended tip, Ramon frigged my weeping cunt.

Shortly afterwards, and letting me have a break, he took up the glass with my unfinished drink in it, dipped his fingers into the cool liquid and then dripped some of the champagne onto my silky smooth mound.

"Fuck, yes, eat me, lick it up," I crooned, as I felt his tongue slide up and then down my engorged slit. Now wanting the same for my tits, I pulled down the zip at the side of my dress, and soon had them exposed; the areola now quite dark and my hardened nipples sticking out like bullets. ‘God, was I horny,' I realised, as Ramon knelt up and soon craned himself over me, the glass poised ready in his left hand.

"Fuck my ass," I heard Amber cry out, no doubt meaning Marco's fingers.

"Would madam care to have her asshole teased," Ramon proffered, and with an infectious smile. Would madam...what madam would like is a hard cock up her tight ass, but not just yet. ‘Please,' I smiled up at him; whereupon, I took Ramon's moistened fingers, and having directed three of them to my puckered entrance, I slid the tips inside.

He was also skilled at playing with my butt, and having handed me the glass, Ramon massaged my anus while kissing and licking each breast and sucking each nipple in turn. Thankfully, and if only because there was little of my drink left, I managed to not spill any before he took it back from me.

Just then, and somewhat as I expected he would, Ramon dipped the fingers that had just felt up my ass into the residue of my drink. He then, instead of dripping the champagne onto my swollen tits and hardened nipples, directed his hand up my body, until his fingertips were inches from my mouth.

Smiling, almost gigglingly, I opened my lips and accepted his ofference; after which, I raised my head and, extending my tongue, licked the moist tips of Ramon's fingers before drawing them into my mouth where I sucked and licked them.

"Fuck me! That's a big fucking dick you've got, Marco," exclaimed Amber, just as Ramon dripped some of the champagne on my palpitating left breast. After that, and apart from low murmurs, Amber fell silent as she sucked Marco's big dick.

"When do I get to see yours," I prompted Ramon, as he sucked my nipple and I went in search of his hard-on, and a quite spectacular one it felt in my hand.

Somewhat teasingly, my stud didn't give it up until he had made me cum again. Thank—you, my pleased expression conveyed afterwards.

I was now in need of a drink, and having sat up, I tilted back my head and finished what little remained of mine.

"Would madam like another," Ramon proffered. Although not just yet, I would so like to return my waiter's diligence with it.

"Please, not too much though," I rejoined. And while Ramon poured me a second glass of champagne - the bottle almost empty - I stood up and slipped out of my dress before stealing a glance to where Amber and Marco were cavorting; her head bobbing up and down on his cock with alacrity.

By contrast, I'm more for taking my time when it comes to sucking a guy. Not wanting to necessarily have him cum, I don't mind if he does, so long as he has enough to go a second round, either way. Indeed, if there's one thing Amber and I find a let down, it's that a guy can't cum at least twice.

"There you go," Ramon said.

"Quite beautiful," he commended, as he extended the half full goblet to me.

"Thank-you," I smiled, and invited the young fair haired bell hop to sit down on the sofa.

Having he done so, I placed the glass on a nearby low table and then proceeded to undress Ramon. His elasticated bow tie was the first to go, followed by that of his jacket and then his crisp white perfectly ironed shirt, which I slowly unbuttoned to reveal a part hairy chest. ‘Emn, lovely,' I thought, realising that, as he was lead on top of me, his firm hard cock thrusting in and out of my cunt or ass, his hairs would be tantalising my inflamed nipples.

"Cum for me, Marco, emn, let me taste your warm sticky spunk," encouraged Amber, just as I unzipped Ramon's fly and presently felt his warm cock. ‘Spunk' being another of my flatmate's English colloquialisms.

"Your friend's quite vocal," Ramon observed.

"She's from England," I informed him nonchalantly, as I stroked his warm fleshy shaft and soon produced a droplet of ‘spunk'. Lovingly, I licked it up, and then tantalised Ramon's purple glans with my tongue tip.

"Oh yes. Wow!" he shivered, when I teased the eye of his long prick with my tongue. Just then, Amber ventured, "How goes it, Jas'," as she passed me, and collected the almost empty champagne bottle before returning to Marco. ‘Ok,' my mind responded, what with my lips being around the hilt of Ramon's shaft while my mouth and the entrance to my throat were full of his lovely cock.

What with Amber having taken the bottle, I quickly remembered why I'd set my second drink to one side. Loosely holding Ramon's shaft, I took up the glass and brought it near, I then lowered it enough that I was able to dip just the head into the cool champagne. "Emn, ooh," he responded.

As I lowered the glass I likewise dipped my head. As I did so, I quickly moved Ramon's cockhead from the glass to my mouth. Not being a man, I had no idea how it felt, I did, however, equate it to the sensation of having gone from a warm shower, into a cold swimming pool and back under the shower again.

After that, I licked my tongue up and down Ramon's erect shaft several times, before dallying on his cum filled balls and sucking back and forth on his lovely cock, which soon exploded in my mouth.

"Urmn, hurm," I murmured, as I swallowed each of Ramon's warm sticky eruptions, feeling his cum juice, his spunk, slide down my throat as I did.

Partly contented - Ramon now being able to give me a long hard screwing, nailing if you like - I licked and casually sucked his limp shaft. As I did, and with my head tilted to the side, I caught a sight of Amber. The English slut was now reclined on the other sofa, and with her shoulders against the backrest and her legs and thighs wide and open. Thankfully, and for what else I witnessed, she'd had the decency to remove what was my designer dress.

Her hands, although obscured by her thighs, were positioned to be holding herself open for Marco. Not for his cock, mind, but the neck of the empty champagne bottle which he was motioning back and forth, in and out of Amber's pussy; another English sex fad, I didn't doubt.

Rather than be repulsed, which, in all farness to my flatmate, is probably too strong a word, my idle hand subconsciously drifted to my pussy, which was in need of being filled, and by Ramon's cock.

Directing my attention to his partial erection, I presently encouraged it back to a firm state. Having done so, I then kissed the mildly sticky head before getting astride him.

"Fuck me," I mouthed, as I lowered myself onto his rampant cock and slowly slithered my aching pussy down it. Being as I am quite tall, even in bare feet, I was able to flex myself up and down Ramon's erection before coming to a halt part way off him. In that position, he could and most certainly did flex his hips up and down, his cock giving me a wonderful fast fucking, one that, and as I stroked my clit also, soon had me cumming.

‘What next,' I thought, as he drew me up off him, only for Ramon to lift me up by my waist so that my sensitive clit was inches from his mouth. ‘Oh fuck, he's not,' my mind raced. And before I had completed my thoughts, his tongue was pleasantly flashing up and down my wet cunt lips.

"Oh fuck, you're gonna make me cum," I cried out. "Make me cum, please," I urged, giving into his attentiveness.

Since I was just ??-teen, I've been laid by about a 100+ men; who keeps count nowadays. In all that time I've never, ever enjoyed fucking as much as I now was, and Ramon had yet to sample my tight little asshole.

"No, Marco, I want your cock in there," I heard Amber exclaim, as I came down from a most euphoric orgasm; Amber no doubt warning him off using the bottle in her anus.

Moments later there was silence, I noticed, as Ramon had me stand up and then invited me to lay down. Yes, I smiled at him, and soon, with his upper body led over me, his cock going ten to the dozen in my dowsed sex, my breasts felt the effect of his hairy chest - my legs, almost wrapped around his waist, driving him to fuck me hard and deep while my arms held him close to me. "Fuck me, Ramon, fuck me with your lovely hard cock," I impelled him, as he thrust his masterful weapon deep inside my pussy sheath.

Again, and having made me cum on his dick, Ramon, ever attentive to my womanly needs, tongued me to yet anther climax, this time encouraged by him diddling my asshole with three of his sticky fingers while rolling my left and then right nipple between his left fingers and thumb.

"I suppose you'd like my ass, now," I said, with a coy smile, and directed him to fetch my bag from the chair by the table; the hotel room being quite homely in that respect.

Having handed it to me, I took out a bottle of flavoured lubricant and gave it to Ramon, all the while ignoring Amber's cries of encouragement for Marco to nail and ream her ass, as my welcome date smeared some on his shaft and eventually that of my open asshole.

Although I can't speak for most women, the positions I most enjoy getting a cock up my ass in, are: on all fours, like a bitch in heat, or the ‘short dog' as I think of it, and which Ramon now directed me to take up. Knelt on the sofa and facing the backrest, I held myself open for him.

The advantages, for me, experientially are, that Ramon can stroke my clit and fondle my breasts. He could even, as one guy did, duck his head under my arm pit and suck my tit if he so wished and all while his cock slid in and out of my anus.

"Yes," I swooned, with anticipation, as I felt the cool oil drizzle onto my butt and slide down my curple - my hands, not needing to be braced against the sofa just yet, holding my cheeks open; almost inviting Ramon to tease it with his glans. Instead, I felt fingers work some more of the oil into my opening. It was only after they had finished that I noticed they were small, smaller than that of a man's.

For intimacy, Amber had dimmed the lights and left just one of the lamps on. Since she wasn't one for hanging around, she and Marco had obviously finished or taken a break between fucks I concluded. Ordinarily, whenever we each pick up a guy and take him back to our flat, we retire to our own bedroom and have sex. What with this being a hotel room neither of us had the luxury of that separation. Now, however, we were very much one group; the four of us.

I count myself as being quite liberal when it comes to sex. Amber and I, when we've picked up as many as three guys, have enjoyed the company of two of them, the other taking the third that is. Nothing quite comes close to that of being DP'd, sandwiched between two men, be it mouth and pussy, mouth and ass or pussy and ass, that being the ultimate.

"That's it, Ramon, put plenty on it for Jasmine," Amber told him, as she held my ass cheeks open.

‘Where are you going,' I thought, as Marco stepped up onto the sofa, his cock, long thick and upstanding as it angled up from his groin. My eyes were transfixed to it as he moved, not from any spell I may have felt under, but as to where.

With his shaft no doubt covered with my flatmate's ass juice and cum, I quickly realised that he was heading plumb in front of me, and just as I felt Ramon's cockhead nudge against my open rectum and slide in.

As you'll know from earlier, I'm not one to shy away from tasting myself, I do, after all, make a point of being clean. This, on the other hand, or to be more precise, Marco's cock, was Amber. Flaring my nostrils, I failed to notice any pungency. Maybe she does have the same routine as me, I concluded, as I dwelled on what was expected of me, and Ramon's cock delved ever deeper into my backdoor; my tight, yet open little asshole.

"Fuck, yes, emn, fill me up with your cock, Ramon," I said, and then lowered my head to that of Marco's bulging one.

As if to encourage me more, Amber, behind me said: "Let me taste it, Ramon."

Parting my lips, I encompassed the head of Marco's cock with my mouth while keeping my tongue out of the way to begin with. Promptly feeling a void in me along with a slight movement of Amber's head which was resting near the small of my back, I closed my lips and tasted...strawberry more than anything else. Obviously, when Amber had gone for the near empty bottle, she must have also taken a similar flavoured oil to that of my preference; passion fruit, a truly orgasmic taste - the fruit's juice that is.

Hurmn, urmn," I murmured, as I sucked and licked Marco's cock. Of course, Amber could have cleaned it beforehand and smeared some of the oil on it, either way it was enjoyably palatable.

"Fuck me, fuck me," I urged them, Ramon's renewed thrusts momentarily causing me to lose Marco's cock, before I once more swallowed it; this time pressing my lips firmer to it as I was fucked back and forth by the rampant shaft of his colleague.

With Ramon holding my hips as he slammed his groin against my butt, his balls swung up and hit my clit, which was some pleasured enjoyment. That just left my tits, which Marco soon had in his hands; kneading them, and then pulling on each nipple, which sent wave after wave of euphoric pleasure shooting through my body. Comparatively, it was like a fireball bouncing around between my ass my cunt my tits, and back again, before exploding in my head.

I bucked, jerked and shook as I came, both men holding off as I went into a truly ecstatic orgasm. After that I needed a rest to recoup, and let Amber take over. Although I was somewhat pooped, I felt it only right to give as Amber had just done.

Presently sandwiched between them, Ramon in her tight little asshole and Marco below her in her pussy, Amber rocked herself back and forth on them while Marco slathered over her breasts.

"Fuck me, fuck my slutty body with your hard fucking dicks," she impelled them, and for some long minutes before I had Amber come to a halt. This time, and having withdrawn Ramon's cock from my flatmate's ass, there was no hesitation on my part as I first licked the head and subsequently consumed his entire length; Amber calling out to me when I lost track of the time.

"There you go," I said, as I fed Ramon's cock back into her butt; whereupon, Amber again fucked herself on them.

Although I wasn't quite ready to get another double dose of cock just yet, I stood up and presented my left breast for Ramon to suck on as best he could, even though Amber, along with almost continuous exclamations for them to ‘shag' her, was doing most of the actual ‘shagging'.

"Make me cum, make me fucking cum," Amber presently enjoined, and through almost gritted teeth; her body going into climatic fits soon afterwards.

Not needing to be told, let alone invited, I ducked my head down, and was soon, once more, tasting Amber's ass on Ramon. ‘Here, Jasmine, you try them,' she directed, and moments later I found myself where my flatmate was.

This time, and having already been speared by Ramon's swizzle stick, I turned around. Taking a hold of Marco's cock, I guided it into my asshole and then fucked myself up and down it a few times before beckoning Ramon to fuck fill my cunt while Marco supported my upper body.

True, the King size bed would have made a better platform for our shared threesome, but myself, and I'd have to say Amber, were quite content to make use of the sofa.

Positioned as I was, leant back and with my arms extended behind me as I flexed up and down Marco's erection, Ramon was able to stroke my throbbing clit with one hand and fondle a tit and pull its nipple with the other.

"Oh fuck, yes, make me cum, guys, then I want yours," I urged them, almost forgetting Amber's presence, as a final fulfilling climax began, and presently surged through me.

"Fuck, yes, fuck yes, fuck—yes," I cried out, my head lolling back against Marco as Ramon drove himself deep inside me. Thankfully, the only one of us who had cum was me. Even in the low light I noticed Amber's almost steely glare as Ramon and I disengaged.

To ease any possible friction there may have been, Marco made a suggestion, one that Amber and I were happy to go along with and subsequently saw me as before - my head resting on the rise of Amber's butt.

Marco now ploughed her ass, and just when he felt himself there, he took his cock from Amber and fired his cum into my waiting mouth; admittedly some landed on my right upturned cheek and that of my flatmate's rump, which I unhesitantly licked up. ‘Share,' she called back to me.

Retaining Marco's spunk in my mouth, albeit as best I could, I crawled to where Amber was still knelt on all fours; her head tilted enough and her mouth open, as she waited for me to give up some of Marco's cum.

Not thinking anything of it, I positioned myself just above Amber's lips and slowly dribbled about half of his warm tasty sticky essence into her mouth, before swallowing the rest. Having done so, I took up the short dog position for my turn with Ramon.

"In my ass, Ramon, stick your lovely cock in my ass," I impelled him. "Fuck, yes, fuck my ass, fuck me in my ass," I called back, as he thrust his cock deep into my backside. In all, he lasted some while longer than Marco had with Amber. When he did take his cock from me, I moved back with it, Amber almost restraining me as he got it out and with enough time to fire his load into her mouth and cover her cheek, chin and nose in addition to my butt; Amber licking it up before we once more traded his cum - spunk in her case.

"That was most satisfying, guys," she commended them. As she did, and realising we hadn't given them a gratuity (the sex being a bonus for us), I delved into my purse, which was still on the floor, and gave them a generous tip; Amber having put the cost of the hotel room on her credit card.

"Thank-you, ladies," they both said appreciatively.

Having gotten dressed - Amber and I happy to remain partially clothed in just our hold ups - they asked if there was anything else they could get us.

"What are you doing New Year's Eve," Amber enquired of them.

"We've got the evening off," intoned Ramon.

"Shall we," Amber all but whispered to me, suggesting spending New year's eve here or at another hotel.

To find out what happened, be back here on December the 31st, New Year's Eve. In the meantime, Amber and myself wish you all a merry Christmas, and hope that yours, like ours, went with a bang!