I managed to be a good girl, cheerful and happy through the holidays. I tend to find myself very depressed this time of year, but this year I decided to show some good cheer. Life is good and I have much to look forward to. Christmas brought me exactly what I wanted. A man in my bed. A hard cock, fucking me- filling me. Leaving me satisfied and contented.

Warm hands on my breast awoke me from a comfortable sleep and I felt my nightgown being opened and his mouth covering me. Biting on my nipple and cupping my breasts in his hands while he sucked on one, then the other nipple- causing me to arch my back towards him. Many many years had taught him all the curves of my body. His hands curved under me, to the small of my back where he massaged me- and gently caresses a small sensitive spot on my back, a random erogenous zone. He pushed and rubbed it, while flicking and biting at my nipples and dragging his lips up to kiss me.

We had not kissed this way in so long. It was foreign, like someone I had never met before- not someone I had been with more times that I could count in two lifetimes. So much history between us has made us practically strangers again. But here we were. Falling back into that space where all the history falls away. He kissed his way down my body and opened my legs- examining my piercing from up close. Running his fingers along the fold of my pussy until he pushed two fingers inside me while his tongue rested against my clit, gently massaging it- pushing the piercing into it to add to my pleasure. Very gently he teased my clit with his tongue, being careful not to push or pull on it too hard- while fucking me with his fingers. He could feel my body aching, pushing towards him.

He moaned and pushed another finger into my ass while he sucked on my clit. I moaned hard and came almost immediately. He pushed and pounded his fingers into me while the white hot energy surged through me and I came, rubbing my cunt into his face, moaning to him.

He smiled at me as he withdrew his fingers from me and got up to wash up a bit. He was back quickly as I lay on the bed catching my breath. His cock was long and hard. I reached for him, wrapping my fingers around his cock and starting to stroke him while pulling him closer to my mouth. I pulled him in and sucked the head of his cock, massaging his balls with my free hand. Familiar cock. Cock that contoured to the curves of my mouth. He’d lost weight since we had been together- it gave his cock a little extra length- I devoured him- slowly. Careful not to make him cum to fast. He groaned and shuddered while my mouth expertly worked his thick shaft. “Fuck baby, you’re so good,” he whispered roughly, “You’re my good girl.”

I massaged his throbbing head, until he pushed me away, pushing me on my back and positioning himself between my legs. He entered me roughly- pushing his cock into me. His hand dragged up my body and rested on my throat- he applied pressure- not too much, but enough to rush my body with energy. His other arm rested on his elbow next to my head and his hand covered my eyes. He kissed me roughly, while he fucked me. Held down by the weight of his body, breathing into his mouth for breath, unable to see or move my head. How did he know my need? He fucked me, fast and deep. I reveled in the sensation- fucking this familiar man, who felt now so unfamiliar. He bit at my mouth and sucked my tongue, pushing his cock, thrusting his hips upwards- filling me, until he came roughly, forcefully- completely. Draining his cock into me.

Leaving me wanting, needing.

He withdrew his cock from my pussy and I rolled away from him, frustrated. Ah, the familiar again. He got up from the bed, I assumed to get a cigarette, bastard. He climbed back into bed and laid next to me, kissing the back of my hair.

He spoke slowly, “Get on your knees.” I turned to look at him- he was kneeling on the bed, holding my dildo. He found it under the sink, “So is this what you’ve replaced me with?”

Hmmmm, I sighed, pushing back onto my knees, keeping my shoulders and head resting on the pillow. Among other things, I thought to myself. He sat aside me, and pushed the dildo into my pussy, soaked with his cum. He pushed it in hard, at first. Then slid it back until the head almost slipped out of me. His cum dripping out me. He fucked me hard, watching me, slutty and crazed. He knew how I liked it, how I needed it. “Is this what you want?” he hissed at me, pushing the dildo in deep and pulling it back, twisting it inside me, “Have you become a dirty whore? I thought you were my good girl. But you’re not are you? You just want this hard cock inside you. Big thick cock, you whore.”

I got lost in myself, trapped in the sensation of him filling me- fucking me harder and faster than anyone truly could. I pushed back against it, took it hard, like the nasty girl I am. Took what I needed, what I craved. I moaned and pushed against the dildo, taking it deep, “Mmmhmm,” I whimpered, “Fuck, fuck me- hard.”

He watched my body, knowing I would cum soon. He slowed, leaving me gasping, “Beg me for it.” I tried pushing back on it, taking my pleasure, but he would not let me. I ached for my orgasm. I didn’t want to surrender to him. He was playing a role and thought I was playing a role. It had been too long, he didn’t know I had changed. He thought he was winning- but I was afraid to let go- let him see me this way.

But I needed it. I didn’t care- it would not matter later. I let go of the past, the familiar- I wanted this. I needed this. I didn’t care who he thought I was. He doesn’t know you anymore. Let it go, I told myself, get what you need. Beg him, whore. Make him think you are acting.

I threw my head back, my hair flipping over to one side to see him stroking his cock with his free hand, “Yes daddy,” I purred at him- giving him what he wanted, “Fuck me. Fuck me hard. Please. Make me your dirty whore. Please.”

As he started to fuck me hard, I moaned, and started to cum immediately. I lost control of any inhibitions, and let go- nasty words falling from my lips instinctively. He started to cum again, shooting it up on my stomach, my side, in my hair. I relished in the moment. Cumming deliciously and splattered with his hot cum.

I licked his cock and fingers clean, while he watched me, in amazement. Then I collapsed on the bed, exhausted. He laughed nervously, “Wow- that was different.”

I turned to away from him and smiled wickedly, “mmmm, yes- that was fun.”