Stocking Fillers - Erotica

Stocking Fillers

by Mouna Lott and T. H. Rusty

Copyright
2011 Mouna Lott and Thomas Halton Rusty

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and photography by Mouna Lott © 2011

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Table of Contents

Christmas
Cracker

Christmas
Eve

Ghost of Christmas
Past

Sugar and Spice

A Christmas
Carole

Christmas Cracker

by

Mouna Lott

I am going to
make this the most memorable Christmas ever. He said let's do a
really special surprise for each other on Christmas day. Anyway,
he's popped out, I think to get my present. So I've got everything
ready.

One very large
box which I've carefully wrapped in sparkly paper and added a huge
bow to. I'm just getting the finishing touches on. I've wriggled
into the red fur edged peekaboo bra and tiny red fur trimmed thong,
suspender belt and red stockings, six inch black stiletto heels. I
look pretty hot. I love these kind of undies, they make me feel
really sexy. I'm getting wet just from feeling how my tits are
caught in the tight squeezey bra and the patsies with the long
tassels that cover my nipples. When I take the bra off I can twirl
the pasties like I do when I'm working at the lap dance club.
That's where I met Keith. He's a bouncer there. It was lust at
first site when he started two months ago and now we're a hot
couple and I'm ready for some good Christmas stuffing! He knows I
don't muck about with the clients. Just do my job and get out of
there. It's enough money. I don't do the back room sessions.

I've just put
on the furry christmas hat. I've been performing the Christmas
routine for the last few weeks with the other lap dancers but
Keith's never seen it because he's on the door. There, that looks
perfect! Now I have to move the huge box down stairs into the front
room.

Here we go.
I'll put it right here in front of the Christmas tree, I love all
those lights flashing away. It'll add a nice background stage to my
one-on-one show for him.

Oh! I can hear
the key turn in the lock. I'll just clamber into the box and if I
pull on these two strings I can close the lid down. There we are. A
bit of a squash, especially with the boogie box in here. Ouch! I've
sat on one of the spiky heels which is sticking in my ass, but I
can't change position now.

He's saying
hello. Tee hee! He's going to be so surprised. Now he'll get to
experience the joy I bring with my work. He'll love it! I think
that's the living room door opening. Yes! He's calling my name. I
can hear him breathing heavily.

OK here goes,
I turn the boogie box on and...

'Surprise!' I
say, springing up like a jack in the box, my firm tits jiggling up
and down from the movement, the pasties twirling, arms above my
head, big smile on my face.

Which freezes
as I look from Keith to his best mate struggling to bring in a huge
Plasma TV screen in the door. Never mind that it's an amazing
telly! It's off the back of a lorry no doubt! What about me? How do
you think I feel standing here showing my assets off to more than I
bargained for. They're both standing goggling! My face is now as
red as my costume.

The music
keeps playing the old Jackson 5 number I've chosen: 'Give Love on
Christmas Day' and I've got this fixed smile on my face that's
turning into a grimmace. I suddenly know exactly what am I going to
do. The show must go on! I do my hip swaying provocative dance,
step out of the box and begin the whole routine. They’ve put the
telly down and are sitting on the sofa gaping like fish with
unblinking eyes. Bra off and the pasties take the guys' eyes with
them, round and round like playing with a toy in front of a kitten.
I don't have a pole but it doesn't stop me high kicking, bending
and gyrating.

I move in on
Keith's mate, giving him the slow crawl down his body 'til I'm
level with his crotch. I go through that sexy tease suggesting I
want his cock out in my mouth, sliding my hand across his enormous
bulge, feeling him quiver. I move back up and squeeze my tits
together right in front of his face, straddling him and rubbing my
hot little pussy against that manhood of his trapped inside his
jeans. Standing up above him I rub my pussy through the fabric and
then step lightly across to Keith. My thighs are level with his
mouth and I release the fastening and whip the thong off to show
him my neatly shaved pussy, all wet and willing.

He licks his
lips but before he can move in on me I slide back down rubbing my
breasts against his front sinking onto his lap until my pussy
connects with that big gun he's got stuffed in his jeans, ready to
shoot his live ammunition into my sopping throbbing honey pot. I
hear him growl when I make a move to unzip him and he springs up,
grabs me by the waist and guides me out of the room into the
bedroom to a round of applause from his mate. For the first time
since I started lap dancing I get to take someone into the back
room.

I pick up
where I left off, easing his massive hard on out of the boxers and
give it a big lick.

'Happy
Christmas Keith,' I say and enclose him in my mouth.

'Yeh, baby.
You certainly surprised me,' he replies

I'm sucking
away but stop to say 'Not half as much as the surprise you gave me,
bringing your mate round!'

Yes, this is a
whole lot of love on Christmas day.

Christmas
Eve

by

T.H. Rusty

Christmas eve.
8:35pm.

Snow gently
floats down from the sky, coating the city in a blanket of winter
wonderland. Festive lights glow around every corner, greens and
reds lighting the sky. Marching through this biscuit tin version of
the holidays is Michael, his arms tucked under his coat. Unlike
everyone else he is passing tonight his head is not looking up at
the lights and sparkle. His head is down, nestled deep in his
scarf.

To anyone
passing him he looks like a guy who doesn't enjoy the cold, or
perhaps this time of season. In actual fact he loves this time of
year. Problem is, he's forgotten to buy one last present. Late
working nights and deadlines upon deadlines have not left Michael
with much time for the little things. Things like this, making sure
he has everything ready for when the family turn up and the awkward
conversations begin. But of course he's forgotten Aunt Violets
present.

Throwing
himself in to the nearest shop his mission is simple: find
anything. It's not like any of them really look at the gifts you
give them anyway, it's symbolic more than thoughtful. Dusting the
remnants of snow from his coat he scans the department store
looking for something quick and easy to buy, so to spend as little
time on this as possible. As he continues to look around though his
eyes glance over a young thin man dressed poorly as an elf. Big
mistake. With alarming speed the elf rushes over, arms almost glued
to his side. His smile is wide and beaming, seeming incredibly fake
at this time of night. His well gelled hair catches every speck of
light, blinding Michael in an instant.

'And a good
evening and merry Christmas to yourself sir! Can I help you with
anything tonight?'

His energy
startles Michael in to life, probably the result of far too much
coffee and not a lot of sleep.

'Oh no, just
browsing thanks.'

'Well do take
your time, and if you need ANYTHING at all, don't hesitate to find
me.'

Michael looks
around awkwardly for a second, trying not to look him in the eyes
again.

'Ok, will
do.'

The elf
sprints off in search of other desperate prey leaving Michael to
find this illusive present. The problem Michael thinks is not that
he hasn't a clue what she's like...just he has no idea what she
LIKES.

His saviour
though comes in the form of a bored looking woman behind the
jewellery counter. Leaning over and admiring the shiny trinkets, he
can't help but peek down her top. While on the thin guy the elf
costume looked ill fitting, on her it is perfect. Tightly formed
around her it looks like her bust is ready to explode out of it.
She looks up as he walks over, a small 'how can I help' smile works
its way across her face. Pulling herself upright he is allowed a
better look at her. The stretchy material makes her look like the
best present ever, her auburn hair tied up as if they are her
bow...

'And what can
I help you with today sir?' she asks, an air of sarcasm to her
voice.

'A late
present for an Aunt who I am pretty sure won't even look at it,' he
replies, his eyes wandering dangerously low.

'Well then, I
think I have just what you need, follow me'.

Smiling as she
turns around Michaels eyes wander down to the green foil like skirt
as it barely contains her ass. He's followed far worse he thinks to
himself. She leads him round the corner to what he only can think
is the loading bay, pallets and boxes strewn everywhere.

'So....do all
the late night shoppers get this treatment?' he asks.

'Oh shut up
and get in here,' she orders.

Pushing him up
against the side of a small office she kicks the door shut and
jumps on him, grabbing his arms in the process.

'We don't have
a lot of time,' she whispers to him as her lips brush his ear,
nibbling slightly as his hands follow round her body.

'Fine by me,'
he hastily replies, his hands feeling down her body to the edges of
her skirt.

Her hands get
to work in the same way, following down his body and working away
on his belt. Their kisses are hard, lustful, an explosion of
passion. For every connecting kiss there are several that end in
small bites, licks and bruises. There is no pandering to romantic
notions here.

'Pick me up,
now!' she orders again, locking eyes in that way that means
business.

'Yes
ma'am!'

His hands
reach down and hitch the skirt high, feeling the curve of her ass
as his fingers hem around the edge of her panties.

'Side tie
baby.'