Rose remembered visiting Santa at the mall every year since she was five years old. Photos proved that she'd been doing it her first four years of life, too, but she didn't personally recall those times. And it was probably for the best because she never liked sitting on a strange man's lap. This year, it was different.
Instead of sitting on a stranger's lap, she was sitting on her father's as he fucked her in his arm chair with her male family members, best friend's father and brother, and some of her father's friends watched, their own cocks in their hands as they waited for their turn.
Her mother and the rest of her female relatives were either passed out from drinking too much wine, although she suspected the men had added something extra, or were still on their vacation—a shameless bribe so their husbands and sons could openly play with their newest fucktoy: her.
I wrote this last week and decided to share this before next Masturbation Monday (which falls on Christmas) and have another story then. So, enjoy this pre-Christmas gift! Also, you may want to read this first to get familiar with the characters.
Rose was sweating. Which was unexpected given it was winter. But as she and her brother finished bringing her boxes down to the car, she was ready to collapse. Luckily, the long car ride was going to let her nap and catch up on the three weeks of non-stop homework leading up to the end of Winter Semester. Their Dad was there, waiting to the load last boxes. He squeezed the last one in and shut the trunk. Her mom had decided to go on a ladies vacation with her aunts, paid by their husbands.
Her backpack sat in the front seat so she climbed into the back and her brother sat next to her. No sooner had she clipped her seatbelt and leaned back, she was already sleeping. Her dreams, as they had been ever since her twenty-first birthday, were sexual and featured her male family members—something she never thought she'd say.
Helena sat beside her professor, waiting for him to acknowledge her. He had emailed the class the day before saying he was going away on a conference this week and that the three teaching assistants would be doing additional office hours for the students' studying questions right before she received a private text from him telling her to go to his home with an overnight bag. She'd arrived fifteen minutes ago and he had yet to do anything but look at his laptop. He typed something on his computer, then closed it. "Strip, Helena."
She stood up from the couch, unzipped her skirt, letting it fall to the hard wood floor. She reached for the hem of her sweater and pulled it off, her nipples immediately tightening in the cool air.
He motioned for her to step closer and she did. His left hand reached for her left breast, cupping it and swiping his thumb under the swell, while the other slipped between her thighs to her already wet pussy lips. "Have you studied for your final exam next week?"
Not as much as she should have. "Yes, Master."
He pushed his index finger into her and she bit her lip at the sensation. She thought she'd be used to it by now, but every time, it made her pulse quicken.
He massaged her breast gently, making her moan. "And do you have any questions for your knowledgeable professor?"
She panted. "Will we have to remember the publication dates of all the works we've read?"
He inserted his middle finger, stretching her a bit more. Then he began slowly pumping them in and out of her. She felt her own wetness start to leak down her thigh. "No, pet. I'll be giving you a list of the titles and dates. But you will have to know the authors. Next?"
"Will there be quote explications or just essay questions?"
"Just three essay questions. What else, Helena? That can't be all of your questions." He pressed his thumb on her clit, slowly massaging it in circles.
She shifted on her feet. He'd since made her start wearing heels he bought her. Today, they were black boots with red accents. "I..." She swallowed. She couldn't think of anything to say. "Can I come, Master?"
He pressed harder on her sensitized clit and sharply pinched her nipple. "No. Treat this as our normal office hours. Be a good girl and make the most of this one-on-one time with your professor, Helena."
Abigail was about ready to explode by the end of dinner. Her Master had taken her to the fancy new European-style restaurant that had communal seating, meaning he had been playing with her non-stop since the time they sat down to when he paid the check and escorted her into the car service back to his place. And he'd placed his bag on the floor between them, which meant her foot pressed against the aged leather as a constant reminder of what was to come.
When he opened the door, he reached under her dress and gave one pinch to her clit, and said, "Go into the playroom and strip."
She walked down the hallway on shaky legs toward the second bedroom that he had converted into his personal playroom. She unzipped her dress and stepped out of her heels. She folded the fabric and placed it on the chair in the corner and placed her shoes underneath it. Then she knelt at the foot of the bed and waited for her Master to come in.
I've been meaning to return to this blog ever since my last post here. Life got crazy and my only outlet for my kinkiness has been through my Tumblr. But since I learned that I made it as #88 on the Molly's Daily Kiss' Top Sex Blogger List of 2017, and John Brownstone of (LovingBDSM) requested I do a specific topic for Masturbation Monday. Sidenote: Kayla Lords of Loving BDSM made it to #1 on that list.
And now let's get down to business: my new Masturbation Monday story.