A New Playmate for Christmas - Part 2

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A loud, insistent knocking on Dale's door lured him from his social media stupor. He stood and a surprising sense of fear gripped him. It was late and he wasn't expecting anyone and for a moment he couldn't shake the sensation that something was wrong.

Whoever stood on the other side of his door was impatient, as they knocked again, this time louder.

Dale rushed to the door and looked through the peephole. It was Sadie. He smiled. He hadn't heard from her since their kinky tryst three nights prior and he feared he wouldn't hear from her ever again.

He opened the door and soaked in her beauty. She was resplendent in red satin gown with a plunging neckline. She wore what he guessed was a faux-fur coat, though given her job it was entirely possible the coat was real. Her cheeks subtly sparkled and Dale guessed that she'd had a few drinks based on her smile and the way her body seemed to sway as if a breeze was blowing down the hallway of his apartment building.

"Sadie, it's so good to see you."

"Good enough that you'll invite me into your apartment?"

Dale earned far less money than Sadie and his apartment - which was a fairly standard one bedroom - reflected that. He was grateful that he'd cleaned earlier that day, though still a touch embarrassed that someone who lived so well would be stepping far down when she entered his home.

"Yes, of course. Please, come in."

Sadie stepped past him and waited as Dale shut the door. She remained in place even after he'd done so and it took him a few moments to realize she expected that he'd take her coat. He did so and hung it in the remarkably small closet by his door that housed a few coats, umbrellas, and the boots he wore when it was raining.

"You look stunning," he said as he stared at how the dress hugged her breathtaking backside.

Sadie looked over her shoulder. "Why thank you, Dale. I was with a client tonight."

He looked over her body as if he might find some evidence that someone had fucked her that night. He found nothing, of course, though Dale was surprised at his sudden excitement.

"Was it...was it good?" he asked.

Sadie spun around and Dale glanced at her cleavage - which was magnificent - before returning his gaze to her face, which was endlessly alluring. "It was good. Exceptional, even. He bought me that coat you just hung up. I'll admit that I'm not a huge fan of fur, but he's quite a fan of a woman wearing nothing but fur as he fucks her and I aim to please my clients, so I happily wore it while his cock was inside me."

Sadie smiled, closed the distance between them, and reached out to caress the bulge that had formed between Dale's legs.

"Sorry," he said.

"For what?"

"For...I don't know...for getting turned on."

Dale felt the warmth of Sadie's breath against his neck before her lips found his skin. She moaned while kissing him softly and his cock went from hard to throbbing. Her fingers tugged at his zipper and slipped inside his jeans. He groaned as she found his cock and freed it, stroking him slowly while her lips found their way to his.

The kiss was stunning. Slow, deep, and featuring a wealth of tongue that lured Dale into a state of uncommon lust.

"Get naked," Sadie whispered before stepping back, turning around, and sauntering towards Dale's sparsely decorated living room.

He stripped while admiring the way the satin gown hugged her hips with every step. Sadie sat on the couch and carefully crossed her legs, revealing a lovely pair of red heels and toenails that were painted to match her dress.

Once naked, Dale followed his enchantress into the living room. He stood in front of her and tucked his hands behind his back as her eyes roamed over his body while her fingers roamed over the soft satin of her gown.

"Have you masturbated since I made you cum in my shower?" she asked.

Dale thought of fingers in his ass and her hand around his cock. He thought of how hard he'd cum and how it had felt unlike any orgasm he'd ever experienced. Those thoughts put a smile on his face as he shook his head. "You told me not to cum, so I didn't."

"Even though you didn't hear from me?"

He nodded as a thought dawned on him. "How did you know where I live?"

"I have your number. It was easy enough to get a friend to look up your address using your number."

Dale liked that she'd put in the effort to find his address.

"You don't mind that I showed up unannounced, do you?" He shook his head and Sadie smiled. "Do you have anything to drink, Dale?"

"Beer. Wine. Vodka, I think. I don't really know how to make any cocktails, though."

"I'll take a glass of wine."

Dale hurried to his small kitchen and poured Sadie a glass of red wine. He delivered it to her, backed up, and clasped his hands behind his back once more.

"Have you thought about me?" she asked.

"Every day. Multiple times a day. All the time, really."

She laughed softly and sipped the wine. "This is pretty good. You have decent taste in wine, Dale."

Sadie uncrossed her legs and Dale glanced at her feet, which looked rather appealing in the heels. That was the point of the shoes, of course, but it was impossible not to note that they were well worth whatever exorbitant price Sadie paid for them.

"Do my feet appeal to you?"

He nodded. "Yes. I was just thinking that the shoes are beautiful and that they make your feet look even more appealing. I was thinking that whatever you paid for the shoes was worth it."

"I didn't pay a dime," she answered. "They were purchased for me last year by an admirer. He paid $1,500 for those shoes. He paid it without giving it a second thought. He paid it and I wore these shoes while he fucked me. If I remember, he took me from behind while my hands were pressed against the glass of his hotel room. I looked out over the city - in that case, Los Angeles - while his cock moved in and out of my pussy, which was exceedingly wet thanks to his eagerness to eat me out from behind before fucking me."

Again Dale found himself entranced by Sadie's tale of fucking a client.

"There's a bit of precum dripping from your cock, Dale," she noted with a smile. "Why don't you scoop it up and eat it for me?"

He did as she desired and savored the sweetness of his fluid.

"Does that taste good?"

"It does."

Sadie sipped her wine and swirled it in the glass as her eyes once more wandered over her body. "Have you ever tasted cum before, Dale?"

"No."

"I have. Most women have, I imagine, though I suspect I've tasted more cum than the average woman. Quite a bit more. Some of my clients are granted the pleasure of cumming in my mouth. The ones I trust, that is. Those clients tend to be more generous, too. I'm sure you understand how pleasurable it can be to cum in a woman's mouth and how thrilling it is to watch her swallow the seed you've given her."

Dale nodded.

"You'd like it if I got on my knees for you right now, wouldn't you Dale? You'd like it if I took that lovely cock of yours in my mouth and sucked it hard until you'd rewarded me with your seed, wouldn't you?"

"Yes," he admitted.

"You know I won't be doing that for you though, don't you?"

He nodded.

"I like pleasing the men that pay to be with me - I wouldn't be good at my job if I didn't enjoy pleasing them - but when I'm with a playmate it's about my pleasure, not his. I'm sure you haven't forgotten that from our last visit, have you?"

"No, I haven't."

"Is that why you let me in? Is that why you took your clothes off without hesitation? Is that why your dick is still hard, Dale? Do you like the idea of being used for my pleasure?"

"Yes, Sadie, I do."

Sadie sipped her wine, set it on the coffee table, and stood. She approached Dale and smiled while rubbing her finger over the underside of his cock head. It was such a small thing, and yet her touch brought immense pleasure.

"Help me out of my dress," she whispered before turning around.

Dale unzipped the elegant gown and Sadie pushed the straps from her shoulders. He worked the dress over her hips and knelt to help her step out of it. She wore only a red lace thong and when Sadie turned around Dale stared at the wet spot in her panties.

Dale set the dress over the back of his armchair and turned his attention back to Sadie, who stood facing away from him with the glass of wine in her hand.

"On your knees," she said.

Dale fell to his knees behind her and Sadie looked over her shoulder, smiled, and pulled her feet closer until her ankles were nearly touching.

"You may slide your cock between my legs and slowly fuck them," she said. "While you're doing so, you'll pull my panties aside, part my ass cheeks, and lick my asshole."

Dale's pulse quickened as he crawled forward and guided his cock between Sadie's smooth calves. He began to thrust slowly as he pulled aside the red thong and spread her ass cheeks.

Her asshole was smooth and it looked wet. "Did you...did you have..."

"Did I let my client have my ass? Yes, I did. He fucked my ass for quite some time, in fact. He's a married man and his wife has never let him have anal sex with her. He yearns for it and she won't let him have it, so he pays for it. I don't see him all that often, so I let him take his time when he's with me. I let him have me more than once if he wants it. Today he had my pussy once and my ass once."

Dale stared at Sadie's asshole and pictured another man's cock moving in and out of it. Something about it struck him as intensely arousing, as did the notion that she'd just instructed him to lick the asshole that someone else had fucked.

"Are you scared, Dale?" she asked. "Are you nervous to lick my asshole after knowing that someone else's cock was inside it?"

"No. I'm...I'm excited," he admitted.

"Mmm, that makes me very happy, Dale. Perhaps, if you're feeling bold, you'll let your tongue explore inside my asshole. You'll put it where his cock went. You'll put it there and you'll think about the fact that I'm not likely to ever allow your cock inside my pussy or ass."

Dale leaned forward and ran his tongue over her asshole. He tasted latex and lubricant. He tasted sex. He fucked her legs while licking her ass over and over. Sadie moaned and put a hand on the back of his head to keep him between her cheeks.

"That's it," she said. "Eat my ass. Eat the tight ass that he fucked tonight. Eat the tight ass that he pounded until he came so fucking hard that he couldn't hold up his body anymore. Get your tongue inside me, Dale. Put your tongue where his cock went and I might let you worship my pussy before the night is over."

Dale moaned and pushed his tongue past Sadie's anal ring. He explored her insides, just like her client had done that night. He flicked his tongue back and forth and she moaned. Dale was fairly certain she was masturbating, too, at least based on the sounds of wetness and the volume of the moans of pleasure emanating from her.

After a thorough rimjob - and right as Dale's tongue and jaw were starting to tire - Sadie stepped away and sat on the couch. She crossed her legs and sipped her wine with a giddy smile on her face.

"It's hard to find a playmate like you, you know," she said.

"Really?"

Sadie nodded. "Most men wouldn't be willing to put their tongue up my ass. Even the submissive ones. Even fewer would be willing to put their tongue up my ass after another man's cock had been there. It seems that you're not like most men, Dale."

"You're not like most women," he replied.

Sadie smiled and brought the glass of wine to her lips. She didn't take a sip, though. Instead, she spit into the glass, seemingly emptying every bit of saliva from her mouth in the process. Then, she inched her hips forward until her pussy hung over the edge of the couch.

"Are you thirsty?" she asked.

"Yes."

Sadie smiled and held the wine glass under her pussy. "Are you sure?"

Dale knew what she was asking. She intended on adding more than her spit to the glass. "Yes, I'm thirsty."

Her smile got brighter. She looked down at the glass. A moment later her piss flowed into it. She cut off the flow after just a few seconds and handed the glass to Dale.

"Smell the bouquet," she said.

Usually, red wine featured a lovely scent. That was not the case as Dale held the glass under his nose. The smell of piss overwhelmed the wine. It wasn't anywhere near as unpleasant as it could have been, but Dale knew it would be difficult to swallow the concoction of wine and bodily fluids that Sadie had created.

"I thought of you tonight," she said. "While he was fucking me. His cock was sliding in and out of my ass as I played with my pussy and I thought of you, Dale. It was quite nice. I can cum during anal sex no matter what, but I had a better orgasm tonight because I imagined being with my new playmate. I imagined making you do as I desired. I imagined this moment, in fact."

Sadie's hand moved between her legs and she began to masturbate. Her pussy looked and sounded exceptionally wet and Dale found his gaze drawn between her legs.

"Will you drink my piss, Dale?"

He nodded and lifted the glass to his lips. The smell filled his nose once more. Dale tilted the glass back and the liquid spilled into his mouth. The taste was unpleasant, but the red wine made it far more palatable.

"That's it," Sadie said with intense lust in her voice. "Fuck...that's it...drink my piss, Dale. Swallow it for me."

She rubbed her pussy furiously as Dale closed his mouth and swallowed. He felt his face contort from the unpleasant nature of the taste, but he got it down. Sadie moaned as Dale lifted the glass to his lips once more. He poured the rest of the piss, spit, and wine into his mouth.

"Swallow my piss," she said.

Dale swallowed and Sadie climaxed. She closed her eyes and he watched her body tremble from what seemed to be an intensely pleasurable orgasm.

"Fuck!"

Sadie grabbed a fistful of the couch cushion as her orgasm continued while Dale remained on his knees with the taste of piss and wine in his mouth and the empty glass in his hand.

Sadie wore a giddy smile when she opened her eyes and looked down at him. She studied his face for a few moments and then slid off the couch until she was on her knees in front of him.

To Dale's surprise, she kissed him deeply. Her tongue explored his mouth, no doubt sharing in the taste of her piss. Sadie took his cock in her hand and stroked Dale slowly as she lured him deeper into a state of lust.

"I can't believe you drank it," she whispered. "I was certain you'd refuse and I wouldn't have held it against you. Thank you, Dale, for drinking my piss. You have no idea how much it turned me to see you eagerly swallow my fluid like that."

"Strangely enough, it was my pleasure."

Sadie's smile warmed his heart - and made his cock throb - and again she kissed him. Dale set the glass down and let his hands move down her back and pull her a little closer. Her breasts pressed into his chest as he took hold of her ass and gently squeezed.

"You're a good kisser," she whispered.

"So are you."

Sadie smiled, plucked the wine glass from the floor, and set it in front of Dale before moving behind him. She kissed the back of his neck while gently pressing her body against his. Her hand moved down his chest, over his stomach, and between his legs.

"I want you to cum in the wine glass," she whispered. "Then I want to watch you consume your fluid for me, Dale. Will you do that?"

"Yes," he said as Sadie's hand moved up and down the length of his shaft. Dale moved the wine glass under the head of his cock and then rested his hands on his thighs.

"There's something I've always wanted a playmate to do for me," she said between soft kisses against his neck. "Something I've never managed to get a playmate to agree to do."

Dale moaned as she twisted her hand at the tip of his cock, making the slow handjob just a little more pleasurable.

"I've always wanted to watch one of my playmates consume another man's cum," she whispered. "A client's cum. I'd bring it to my playmate in a condom. I'd pour it in his mouth or over my tits or on my ass. I'd masturbate while he held it in his mouth. I'd cum while I watched him eagerly and obediently swallow another man's load just because it's what I wanted. I'd cum so fucking hard watching my good little playmate eat someone else's thick, sticky, hot load."

"Fuck..."

"Would you do that for me, Dale? Would you eat another man's cum for me? Would you eat the cum of a man I'd permitted to fuck me? Would you eat the cum of a man that had been deep in my pussy or my tight ass?"

Dale's body was awash in arousal. Some part of him knew that she was asking for something that was both humiliating and disgusting, and yet he found himself eager to agree to her request.

"Yes...Sadie...I'd eat...I'd eat another man's cum for you. I'll eat my cum for you and I'll happily eat another man's cum for you. I will!"

Sadie stroked him with one hand while the other moved up Dale's chest. Her fingers settled around his throat, though she applied very little pressure. Instead, it felt as though she was taking possession of him.

"I'm so happy that you're going to be a cum slut for me, Dale," she whispered. Her fingers applied gentle pressure to his neck and she stroked him a little faster as pleasure coursed through Dale's body. "Now cum for me. Cum in that glass so I can feed you your load and get you started down the road of being a filthy cum whore for me."

Pleasure unlike any other coursed through Dale's body as he climaxed. Sadie moaned and kissed his neck softly. She stroked him through his orgasm. Her body felt wondrous pressed against his. Thoughts of being a cum whore for her danced through his head and ensured that it was the finest climax he'd ever experienced.

Sadie deftly moved the wine glass aside and then wrapped her arms around Dale as he came down from his orgasm. She held him tight and kissed his neck and cheeks softly, moving from one side to the next as a smile crossed his face and remained plastered there.

"I've never cum like that," he finally managed to say. "That was incredible, Sadie. You're like...you're like some sort of goddess."

She laughed. "I'm glad you think so, Dale."

"You're a goddess and I'm just a humble worshiper."

She turned his head and their lips met for a kiss. "I do like to be worshiped in so many different ways."

"I'll worship you in any way you desire."

"And I'll keep making you cum like that if you do."

He couldn't have felt happier.

"Go pour a little wine into that glass. Pour me a fresh glass, too. You can slowly sip your cum while you rub my feet. Then you can take me to your bedroom and give me a full body massage before I sit on your face and ride your mouth to several orgasms."

"Nothing would make me happier," he replied.

Dale stood and headed for the kitchen with a wine glass filled with a rather large load of cum. He'd do exactly as Sadie instructed. He'd do so happily.

He wasn't entirely sure about eating another man's cum - that felt less appealing after his orgasm - but Dale suspected that he'd come around to the idea once his body was flooded with desire again. Until then, he'd focus on being a good worshiper of the goddess that had come into his life.