A Very Naughty Secret Santa - Part 4

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A rather forceful knock on his door pulled Danny from the near-slumber he’d fallen into on his couch and he sat up and groaned in irritation at having to answer. His phone rang an instant later and his heart jumped when he saw it was his Secret Santa calling.

“Hello?” Danny said as he stood and approached the front door.

“Did you receive my gift?” she asked.

“Your gift? No, though someone just knocked on the front door,” he replied.

“That’s my gift, Danny. Retrieve it. Open the box. See what I picked out for you,” she said.

Danny opened the front door and bent down to pick up the rectangular cardboard box resting on his doormat. He checked to see if anyone was watching and then shut the door and headed for the kitchen.

“What did you get me?” he asked while retrieving a pair of scissors to slice through the tape that held the box closed.

“I think you’re going to enjoy it,” she replied.

Danny opened the box and pushed the soft tissue paper aside to find a sex toy. It was shaped like a cock – a very realistic cock, including a mushroom head and veins running down the shaft – and it was fairly large.

“What is this?” he asked.

“What does it look like?” his Secret Santa replied.

“It looks like a cock,” Danny said.

She laughed softly. “Then that’s what it is. It’s not just any cock, though. That beautiful cock you’re staring at has been inside me, Danny. It was inside me an hour ago, in fact. I bought it because it’s the perfect cock. It’s the perfect length and thickness. It fills me and stretches me and makes me feel good when I don’t have feel like putting in the effort to fuck a real man. So I fucked that beautiful cock tonight, I came all over it, and then I packed it in that box, called a messenger, and had it delivered to your door.”

“Why?” he asked.

“Because I want to play, Danny,” she answered. “Because I want to play a naughty, thrilling little game with you. Because I want you to show me how eager you are to do exactly as you’re told. That’s why.”

Danny stared at the cock resting on a bed of tissue paper and an image of moving in and out of her pussy – the pussy he’d cleaned just a few days ago – popped into his head. He saw the head moving past the labia he’d licked and sucked on. He saw every inch of the shaft filling his mysterious Secret Santa and it proved to be a rather intoxicating bit of imagery.

“I want you to take the box to your bedroom, Danny,” she instructed.

Danny grabbed the box, tucked it under his arm, and headed for his bedroom. Any resistance to his Secret Santa had long since departed his body as it had proven useless to offer up anything but his willingness to do exactly as she desired.

“I’m in the bedroom,” he said.

“Good boy,” she replied. “You still have the pretty panties I gave you, don’t you Danny?”

“I do,” he answered.

“I knew you would. I want you to strip and put them on for me, Danny,” she instructed.

“I’m going to put you on speakerphone,” Danny said as he did just that and set the phone on the bed. He stripped as quickly as possible and retrieved the panties she’d given him from the back of his underwear drawer. “I have the panties,” he noted.

“Hold them under your nose, Danny,” she instructed. “Tell me what they smell like.”

Danny walked to the edge of the bed and held the panties under his nose. He inhaled deeply and said, “I can smell a hint of perfume and something that must be…well, your pussy.”

“Do you like the smell of my pussy, Danny?” she asked in a remarkably seductive tone.

“I do,” he answered as his loins tingled in the most wonderful way.

“And we both know you like wearing my used panties, don’t you?” she asked.

“I do,” he admitted.

“So put them on for me,” his Secret Santa instructed. “Put on my used panties. Be a good boy and put on a pair of pretty panties.”

Danny stepped into the panties and slowly pulled them up his legs. His skin tingled from the soft lace and his heart pounded from the kinky thrill of once again dressing in panties at the instruction of his dominant Secret Santa. Danny’s cock came to life as it was encased in the delicate, feminine material and he felt his balls tingle with submissive delight.

“They’re on,” he said.

“I want to see,” she replied.

Danny looked at his phone to see a FaceTime request and his heart leapt in his chest as he thought he might finally get to see his Secret Santa. He accepted the request but her camera must have been blocked because her screen was black.

“Stand in front of the mirror, Danny,” she instructed. “Show me how good you look in my pretty panties.”

Danny picked up his phone and headed for the floor length mirror that hung on his bathroom door. He stepped in front of it, held up the camera, and heard a delighted giggle from his Secret Santa.

“It seems like your cock belongs in panties, doesn’t it Danny?” she asked.

“I…I don’t know,” he replied.

“Stroke yourself in those pretty panties,” she instructed.

Danny reached down and played with his cock in the panties. He stroked himself through the soft material and the growth was instant. The feminine underwear were tight enough that there wasn’t much room to expand, though, and his cock ached with a desire to be free.

“Return to your bed, Danny,” his Secret Santa instructed. “And remove the toy from the box.”

Danny walked over with his phone in hand. He reached into the box, grabbed the toy at the base, pulled it out and held it up.

“It’s remarkably lifelike, isn’t it?” she asked.

“It really is,” he said.

“Though it’s not like your cock, is it Danny?” she said. “Yours is quite a bit smaller, isn’t it? Even when you’re hard as a rock, you can’t compare to the cock in your hand, can you?”

“No,” Danny replied.

She laughed softly. “Of course you can’t. A man with a cock like the one you’re holding almost certainly wouldn’t be into the kinks that you’re into, Danny. He wouldn’t have any desire to feel inferior. He wouldn’t want to watch someone else fucking his wife or girlfriend. He wouldn’t want to clean someone else’s cum from a wet, messy, freshly-fucked cunt. He’d want to be the one depositing his load into a tight cunt for someone else to clean up.”

Danny’s cock throbbed in the panties as she bathed him in a thrilling sense of humiliation. Every word she said stuck him as the absolute truth, as if she saw him clearer than anyone he’d ever met.

“Get on your knees, Danny,” she instructed.

He fell to his knees with the dildo in one hand and his phone in the other.

“I want you to set your phone on the nightstand while you ensure that I have a good view of you,” she said. “Will you do that for me, Danny?”

Danny reached over and leaned his phone against the base of the lamp on his nightstand and checked to make sure his Secret Santa still had a good view before moving back into position by the side of the bed.

“Very good, Danny,” she said. “Now, I want you to imagine that I’m in your bedroom. I want you to imagine that I’m sitting in your bed. Will you do that for me?”

Danny nodded and pictured a beautiful girl in his bed. “Yes, of course.”

“Now I want you to picture a naked man sitting on the edge of your bed and looking down at you. I want you to picture me behind him and running my hands over his bare chest as I kiss his neck,” she instructed. “I want you to look between his legs and see the cock that you’re holding in your hands, Danny. I want you to hold that cock up. I want you to hold it right where his cock would be.”

Danny reached up and rested the dildo against the bed. He imagined it belonging to his Secret Santa’s boss, the man she’d fucked while Danny listened.

“What would you say if I wanted you to be a cocksucker for me, Danny?” she asked.

“I…I don’t know,” he answered as he stared at the lifelike dildo in front of him.

“Are you sure you don’t know, Danny?” she replied in a sultry tone. “Are you sure you didn’t feel a little bit of excitement when I uttered that word? Are you sure you didn’t feel a desire to lean forward and take that big, beautiful cock into your mouth like a good cocksucker would?”

Danny’s heart pounded as he stared at the rubber cock and listened to his Secret Santa fill his head with decidedly naughty thoughts.

“What if I was in your bedroom, Danny? What if I was kissing and caressing my lover, whose cock was inches from your face? What if I told you that I wanted you to be my cocksucker? Would you do it, Danny? Would you be a cocksucker for me? Would you take him in your mouth because it’s what I wanted? Would you suck a big, beautiful cock because I ordered you to?” she asked.

“Yes,” Danny answered as desire coursed through his body.

“Then take that cock in your mouth, Danny,” she replied. “Suck it for me. Suck it while I watch and play with my pussy.”

Danny looked towards his phone but her end of the FaceTime call was still dark. He looked back at the toy, crawled forward a little, and leaned closer until his lips hovered inches from the tip.

“Kiss it, cocksucker,” she said softly. “Kiss the head of the big, beautiful cock that fucked me an hour ago. Kiss it and taste my pussy on it.”

Danny pursed his lips and kissed the cock.

“Close your eyes and imagine it’s a real cock, Danny,” she instructed. “Imagine a real man – not some pathetic, panty wearing bitch – is sitting in front of you. Imagine I’m right behind him with my hands moving all over his gorgeous body. Imagine you’re kissing a real man’s cock.”

Danny closed his eyes and did as she instructed as he kissed the head of the cock.

“Now take him in your mouth,” she said. “Be a good cocksucker for me and take him in your mouth.”

Danny parted his lips and wrapped them around the head of the cock. A distinctive tasted hit his tongue and he was certain it was her pussy. It had to be. He moaned in response.

“That’s a good boy,” she said. “Moan while you’re sucking his dick. Show him how much you like it. Show him that this is what you were meant to be. Show him that you were meant to be on your knees in panties with his big cock in your mouth. Show him that he’s the real man in the room and you’re nothing but a little bitch to be commanded as I desire.”

Danny reached down to play with his cock through the panties. He couldn’t resist. He was so turned on that he had to.

“Are you masturbating?” she asked.

Danny pulled his mouth from the cock, looked at the camera, and nodded. “Yes. Is that okay?”

“It is,” she replied. “After all, if sucking cock turns you on there’s no reason you shouldn’t be able to play with your pantied cock. But you’re not allowed to cum until I give you permission. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” Danny said.

“Good, now take that dick in your mouth again,” she instructed. “Suck the rest of my juices off of it. Pleasure him. Show him that the only thing you care about is getting him ready to fuck me again.”

Danny turned back to the rubber cock, took it in his mouth, and closed his eyes as he sucked. His lips moved up and down the veiny shaft and he used his tongue like girls that had gone down on him had done. Saliva dripped out of his mouth and down the cock, leaving it nicely lubed and making it a little bit easier to give what he thought might have been a fairly good blowjob.

“You’re a natural, Danny,” she said. “And you’re making me wet. You’re a natural cocksucker and you’re doing such a good job for me that I’m getting all wet watching you suck like a dirty little slut.”

Danny moaned.

“You like that, don’t you? You like being called a dirty little slut, don’t you?” she asked.

He moaned again.

“Well that’s what you are,” she said. “That’s what you’ve let me turn you into. I made you a cum eating slut just a few days ago. I made you a panty slut a few days before that. Now I’ve made you a dirty little cocksucking slut. You’re my little plaything, Danny, and you’re going to do whatever I want or I’m going to expose your perversions to the world.”

Danny rubbed his cock furiously through the panties and moved up and down on the dick in his mouth with remarkable speed. His jaw ached a little and he suspected he wouldn’t be able to go on for much longer, but none of that mattered in the moment. All that mattered was that she’d turned him on in a way few women ever had.

“Tell me that you’re a filthy little cocksucker, Danny,” she said.

He turned to his phone, gasped for air, and said, “I’m a filthy little cocksucker. I’m your filthy little cocksucker.”

“Yes you are,” she replied. Then, the blackness went away and Danny had a view of her pussy. He marveled at how beautiful it looked in close up and how wet she was. Her fingers appeared a moment later and plunged inside before she furiously rubbed her clit. “This is what happens when you’re a good boy and you suck that toy for me. Just imagine what’s going to happen when you suck a real cock for me.”

Danny moaned and rubbed his cock even faster through his panties.

“Tell me that’s what you want, Danny,” she instructed. “Tell me you want to suck a real cock for me.”

“I…I want…I want to suck a real cock for you,” he said before unleashing a long, low moan. He was close to cumming.

“Are you close, cocksucker? Are you about to blow a load in your panties while thinking about sucking dick for me?” she asked.

“Yes,” he admitted.

“Good. Take your dicklet out of your panties. I want you to cum all over that toy I gave you. I want you to cum all over the toy that was just in my pussy and then I want you to suck it clean like a good little bitch receiving the warm, creamy reward he worked so hard for with his whore mouth,” she said. “Do you understand?”

“Yes,” Danny said.

“Then do it, Danny. Jerk off onto that toy and then suck your cum off of it,” she instructed.

Danny yanked his panties aside, wrapped his fingers around his stiff and precum-soaked shaft, and stroked furiously. He held the toy in front of his dick and his loins tensed up. The sounds of masturbation emanated from his phone – she was clearly enjoying being in control – and he cried out in pleasure as an orgasm ripped through him. Cum quickly coated the fake dick – some of it landed on the bedroom floor – and Danny felt wondrous waves of sexual satisfaction pushing outwards from his loins. He smiled and leaned forward as he got a little lightheaded from the intensity of his climax.

“Suck it clean,” she said as her fingers continued to move over her clit. “Suck it clean right now, Danny.”

Danny lifted the toy to his lips and took it in his mouth. He sucked his cum off the shaft and she moaned.

“What a good little cum slut you are,” she said. “A cocksucker and a cum slut. That’s it, eat your reward. Eat that load. Eat that creamy cum from his big, beautiful cock. Prepare yourself for when you actually do this for me, Danny. Prepare yourself to be a cocksucker and a cum slut for real!”

She climaxed a few moments later and Danny watched her pussy spasm as a thin trail of her juice poured out of it. He leaned closer with the toy still in his mouth so he could appreciate every little detail as her moans of sexual joy filled the air.

“Thank you, Danny,” she said softly.

“Thank you for the gift,” he replied.

“I’m a good Secret Santa, aren’t I?” she asked.

“Yes, you are,” he admitted.

“I want you to keep practicing with that toy,” she instructed. “It won’t be long before you’re on your knees and sucking a real cock for me and I don’t want you to disappoint the man you’ll be blowing.”

“Okay,” Danny said. “I won’t disappoint you. I promise.”

“I know you won’t,” she replied. “We’ll talk again soon, cocksucker. Have a good night.”

The call ended before Danny could say goodbye and he stood, set the toy on the nightstand, and sat on the edge of the bed. Part of him couldn’t believe what he’d just done and part of him couldn’t wait to do it again. He wondered if she was serious about him sucking a real cock, too. How could she possibly pull that off? How could she convince another guy to let a stranger blow him? How could any of that happen?

Danny wasn’t sure, but he was a little bit curious to find out.