Krampus Came. So Did IA previously unpublished short story for you....
for free I had never heard of Krampus before this past Christmas. You know, Krampus is that hairy demon with horns and a tongue that stretches to his knees who visits bad boys and girls, even big girls, instead of Santa. As soon as I saw pictures of him with that tongue of his, and that bulb on his tail, I just knew I wanted to be bad. I wanted to be visited upon by him. Problem is, I am never bad. I never want anyone to think badly of me. The closest I have come is fingering myself into an orgasmic fugue while thinking of sleeping with the guy at work with the dark hair, broad shoulders, broad hands and thick fingers; with a wedding ring. Even imagining those hands on me and his broad shoulders floating over me while he made love to me, made feel guilty. So I set to thinking about what was the baddest thing I could do to make sure Krampus would visit me, but not too bad so that someone would hate me. Then it came to me, literally.
I was with Nicole in the passenger side of her car. We had planned a holiday shopping excursion. However, she needed to stop at a bank. As I waited in the car, a car pulled up to the curb in front of us. I took note of it because it was just like Nicole's car; then I thought how rude. The car had pulled into the bus stop in front of the bank. . |
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What if a bus were to come along and this car is in the way? Then the most gorgeous Nordic looking man got out and went into the bank. He was so tall, he had to duck under a low hanging tree branch that everyone else simply walked under.
I decided to try out being a little bad. I slid my undies off from under my skirt. That alone felt a little naughty. I slid my panties into my shoulder bag, and moved on to what I hoped would be bad. I ran my finger up the inside of my thigh, finding my own fevered inner lips. Thoughts of that Vikingesque man coming out the bank and making love to me right there in the car had made my lips swell and my tropics felt moist and steamy. I ran my fingers along that sensitive flesh on the outer part of my out lips, my fingers moving closer to the inner lips as I imagined my Viking lover would. The urgency of bringing myself to an orgasmic fugue and maybe even climax before Nicole returned only set my crotch to a higher fever. My eyes drifted closed. A spike of arousal shot through me as I realized that Nicole could return without my knowing it if I kept my eyes closed. I opened them, maintaining that level of arousal by making circles in my my inner lips, coming closer to my clit. This all felt so naughty, that I was sure that it had to qualify for being bad. I passed the first boundary into the beginnings of an orgasmic fugue. A growling honk, surprised me with a sharp jolt of arousal shooting through me. The honk belonged to a police car, chasing the rude car in front of us out of the bus stop. As the car in front of my drifted away, I drifted back into my fantasy, my finger circling my clit, pressing the spot above it in just the perfect way that I knew my Nordic lover would. My eyes drifted close.
Suddenly my orgasmic fugue erupted into waves of climax as the door opened. I opened my eyes, fearing having been caught by Nicole pleasuring myself. Fear and bliss became inseparable. However, it wasn't Nicole entering the car. It was a man wearing a ski mask. He tossed a canvass bag of money on my lap, followed by the ski mask. It was the gorgeous Nordic man and his deep voice vibrated with waves that matched my climax. “Here take this.” Holding a gun by the barrel, he waved it at me “Why aren't you behind the wheel?”
Too preoccupied with his getaway from robbing the bank, he hadn't noticed I wasn't his partner. Too preoccupied by the waves of climax rolling through me, I couldn't speak but somehow managed to take the gun, which only seemed to fuel the rippling pleasure that rolled through me. The empowered feel of the gun in my hand; the urgency of the speeding car, turn one way and then the other; the fear just kept pushing wave after wave of pleasure throughout me. I managed to hold the gun as I had seen in movies, pointed at the Viking hunk, man handling the gun. Even when he finally noticed I was not his partner, I could not speak, but managed to keep the gun trained on him. His eyes, wide with fear, darted from me to the road. Finally, I gasped through my ongoing bliss. “Take the next right and pull over.”
I had no idea where the next right would take us, but it seemed like the best thing to say. The Viking did as I told him, which only added to my ongoing climax. At the curb, he put the car in Park, raised his hands and leaned his head back against the driver's window. His terrified eyes flicked back and forth from mine to the muzzle of the gun. As the waves of my climax started to ebb, we watched each other in terror as the sirens echoed from all directions, getting closer. Finally, gaining enough composure over my climax, I put the money sack into my shoulder bag, then pulled his head down onto my lap, just a squad car pulled around the corner in front of us.
The Nordic man's fearful trembling as he clung to my leg, head in my lap, once again fueled the waves my orgasmic fugue. I had never experienced such a euphoric sense of of empowerment; holding a gun to a trembling man's head, his fate in my control. As the squad car approached, I managed to smile at the inquisitive officer as he inspected me. Looking for a blond man behind the wheel, the officer sped off. Waves of tantalizing, charged pleasure rolled through me, from crotch to brain or brain to crotch. I didn't matter. It felt like candy. I wanted more. The Nordic man, looked up at me with pleading eyes as I held the muzzle of the gun roughly between his eyes. It didn't matter that my hand shook. With the gun this close to his face, I couldn't miss. I smiled. “Get over here. Kneel between my legs.”
I considered as he crawled over me that he might be able to overpower me, but he didn't. I got a sense he didn't want to. I had a sense that he was curious what I might ask him to do. I kept the gun aimed at him, still vibrating from a low level climax of the best ongoing orgasmic fugue I had ever had. When he was crouched in the passenger foot well, between my legs, I put my feet up against the dashboard, lifting my skirt, presenting my steaming crotch to him. He looked at me with a wry smile that may have been relief from not being arrested, or perhaps he enjoyed doing what was clear I wanted. I smiled back, “Show me what you can do.”
As soon as his tongue, caressed the inside of my thigh, I knew that I was going to have to hold back, contain my release in order to savor what I wanted from this gorgeous man. It didn't help that though out of sight, his cock seemed to be vibrating with such sexual satisfaction. When he ran his hand up the inside of my other leg from his tongue, touching my bare cunt lips, it was if electricity shot up into me from his hand. I was so wet, that when my legs flinched in spasms. My cunt drew his finger into me. It was so amazingly intense, parked on the street with his finger moving in and out of me with people seated two doors away from the car in the window of a coffee shop. It would be easy for them to look into the car, should they look over. Others walked toward the car from both directions, more than a block away. I had never experienced such incredible pleasure from risk and fear before. Add to this the incredible sexual energy his thick long finger released from me and his incredible technique as he first flicked my clit with his finger, then thumbed it as he fucked me with his finger.
I fought climax, but I had to cover my mouth as wave after wave of incredible pleasure rippled through me. each growing stronger as my climax mounted. As people got closer their approach drove my climax higher until it reached a plateau in fearful confusion as I was sure that I was going to be caught which was incredibly arousing. Yet the intellectual fear of being caught hampered me from reaching orgasm; until he put his mouth to my cunt, sucking in my clung lips, chewing them, then sucking on my clit as he rammed two maybe three fingers into me, over and over. I stopped breathing, overtaken by not only the physical way he pleasured me, but also by his massive sexual energy, that vibrated through me like some deep bass sound of bliss. I shook like jello on a plate, a mass of quivering flesh, but managed to keep the gun pointed at his face as it reappeared from between my legs. “Get out.”
He nodded, as he extricated himself from the foot well and from between my legs. I shook my head when he held out his hand for the gun. He smile impishly, like a child who know better. “The money?”
I shook my head, opening the passenger door for him to crawl out of the car. I did toss the ski mask after him. As he stood outside, with his sad imploring expression, I hit the button that locked all the doors, and slid over the console between the seats. Behind the wheel, I put the car into gear and pulled away at a reasonable speed, ecstatic! I had forced a man to pleasure me in public, at gun point; and now I was going to keep the money from a bank robbery. That should surely be enough to warrant a visit from Krampus. Driving at moderate speed, so as not to attract the police, I dug my cell phone out my shoulder, bag feeling a twinge arousal as my hand passed over the canvass bag of money. Nicole answered the phone with unintelligible hysteria. I waited until her wailing stopped. “There is a taqueria two blocks from the bank. I'll meet you there, and tell you everything.”
I told her almost everything. I never mentioned the money. I knew the robbers would never come for it. They couldn't without confessing to bank robbery. I haven't spent any of the money, yet. However, just gaining it led to a number of bedtime fantasies concerning what it would be like to be with Krampus. There was nearly three weeks before Christmas. Each night I would go to bed, wondering what to wear, should Krampus show up that night. Should I wear my baby doll nightie. Should I wear my flannel jammies and let him rip them off. Perhaps I should wear nothing. Each night I would fall asleep, tossing and turning in luscious sexual anticipation and fantasy.
A few days before Christmas, the company had commissioned the back room of a restaurant and buffet for the company holiday party. After, securing my coat at the cloak room, I immediately went to the women's room to settle my green felt dress to ensure I showed the proper amount of leg and cleavage for the dark hair, broad shoulders, broad hands and thick fingers. He may be married, but that didn't mean I couldn't enjoy some salacious, salacious flirting. I gazed at my flirting assets in the mirror with smugness. I looked perfect. Just to add the right attitude to my intention, I slipped off my panties, stuffing them in my dress. The knowledge of bareness, barely hidden from view by my dress was the empowering coup d'é·tat for a night of torpid teasing.
In the hallway to the rest rooms, I sensed someone at the end in the shadows; not unusual, this being a public place. However, an animal smell invaded my nostrils. It was not a livestock smell, but a musky feral smell, not entirely unpleasant. My flesh charged as it does in the first stages of arousal. A gutteral laugh, almost like a growl caused me to turn. Stepping from the shadows was a nearly nine foot figure, with dark skin like a bear, mangy fur, horns, a tail with a bulb and a large erection. A red tongue rolled out of the creature's mouth like a red carpet. Krampus!
This is not what I had bargained for. This is not what I had considered for an encounter with Krampus, though the tongue, the tail and his sexuality were certainly compelling. His smile revealed pointed, yellowed teeth. “You didn't think being bad would be reward with pleasure? Did you. He advanced toward me. “Oh there will be pleasure involved, yet also some unpleasantness is to be expected. After all, you have been bad.”
I turned away, taking one step, but he took two and was on my. Grabbing my arms and pulling them behind me, he tethered my wrists with taloned finger and thumb of one hand. Pulling me back against him, I felt his imposing erection rubbing up against my spine. His luscious tongue played around my earlobes and wrapped around my neck. From between his legs his tail pushed up up between my legs, the bulb at the end, waggling between my legs, then thumbing and rubbing against my mound. His other hand came around grasping my breast, a talon pressing it's point through my dress, to flick at my nipple and areola. I became a mass of confusion between fear and arousal. Terrified at being taken, perhaps in front of my co-workers, I can't say his touch was unpleasant. He inflicted no pain; his poking, licking and thumbing all executing in a perfectly measured way to bring physical pleasure. Still, it was a surety that some or all of my coworkers would witness.
Krampus became a whirlwind of physical stimulation, even his growling laugh rumbled through me in a way that peaked my libido. His tongue and arm crossed in front of me, both dropping down the front of my dress. His hand kneaded and molested one breast, a talon flicking the nipple and tracing my areola. His tongue, flicked and wrapped around the nipple of the other breast. The furry bulb of his tale as large as may men's cocks, rubbed back and forth along my swollen, sensitized cunt lips. His cock radiated electric sexual pleasure though my back as he ran it up and down my spine like a dog humping a leg. I both wanted and didn't want to be seen like this. I felt like a kid who loved ice cream being force fed ice cream as a manner of punishment. I loved how he touched me and the way he touched me, but it was too much and the fear that my coworkers seeing this created an urgency to reach climax that added to my arousal.
The party hub-bub, just around the corner got louder, driving the fear in me, fueling the fire of pure arousal I felt. He curled his tongue down under my dress, lifting it; exposing my cunt as his tongue flicked at my clit. At the same time he gripped my breasts, pulling me back against him, his cock vibrating with waves of pure sexual pleasure. The bulb of his tail, penetrated me, stretching me perfectly while adding the same vibrating sexual pleasure, that worked in syncopation with his tongue. Though pinning me to him, his hands massaged my breasts with a tenderness that was arousing, From time to time he'd penetrate my dress with a talon poking into my nipple, like adding the spice of to a stew of pleasure.
I had entered an orgasmic fugue that was like floating in a warm cocoon on a tempest of fear. Then it happened. Evidently, I had released enough moans and cries the whole of the company party, peered the corner. I screamed as pure terror and euphoria took possession of me. The guy with the dark hair, broad shoulders, broad hands and thick fingers stared at me, his eyes filled with pure lust. I focused on those eyes, my screams rising to banshee wails of ecstasy I broke free from this reality, adrift in pure euphoric bliss.
I regained reality, crumbled on the floor, surrounded by my coworkers as Krampus exited through door. Her face a mask of amazement, Nicole turned from the closing door to me. 笛ust how bad does one have to be to get that kind of punishment?
I never told her. I just started considering how I would spend the money to ensure Krampus returns again.
I decided to try out being a little bad. I slid my undies off from under my skirt. That alone felt a little naughty. I slid my panties into my shoulder bag, and moved on to what I hoped would be bad. I ran my finger up the inside of my thigh, finding my own fevered inner lips. Thoughts of that Vikingesque man coming out the bank and making love to me right there in the car had made my lips swell and my tropics felt moist and steamy. I ran my fingers along that sensitive flesh on the outer part of my out lips, my fingers moving closer to the inner lips as I imagined my Viking lover would. The urgency of bringing myself to an orgasmic fugue and maybe even climax before Nicole returned only set my crotch to a higher fever. My eyes drifted closed. A spike of arousal shot through me as I realized that Nicole could return without my knowing it if I kept my eyes closed. I opened them, maintaining that level of arousal by making circles in my my inner lips, coming closer to my clit. This all felt so naughty, that I was sure that it had to qualify for being bad. I passed the first boundary into the beginnings of an orgasmic fugue. A growling honk, surprised me with a sharp jolt of arousal shooting through me. The honk belonged to a police car, chasing the rude car in front of us out of the bus stop. As the car in front of my drifted away, I drifted back into my fantasy, my finger circling my clit, pressing the spot above it in just the perfect way that I knew my Nordic lover would. My eyes drifted close.
Suddenly my orgasmic fugue erupted into waves of climax as the door opened. I opened my eyes, fearing having been caught by Nicole pleasuring myself. Fear and bliss became inseparable. However, it wasn't Nicole entering the car. It was a man wearing a ski mask. He tossed a canvass bag of money on my lap, followed by the ski mask. It was the gorgeous Nordic man and his deep voice vibrated with waves that matched my climax. “Here take this.” Holding a gun by the barrel, he waved it at me “Why aren't you behind the wheel?”
Too preoccupied with his getaway from robbing the bank, he hadn't noticed I wasn't his partner. Too preoccupied by the waves of climax rolling through me, I couldn't speak but somehow managed to take the gun, which only seemed to fuel the rippling pleasure that rolled through me. The empowered feel of the gun in my hand; the urgency of the speeding car, turn one way and then the other; the fear just kept pushing wave after wave of pleasure throughout me. I managed to hold the gun as I had seen in movies, pointed at the Viking hunk, man handling the gun. Even when he finally noticed I was not his partner, I could not speak, but managed to keep the gun trained on him. His eyes, wide with fear, darted from me to the road. Finally, I gasped through my ongoing bliss. “Take the next right and pull over.”
I had no idea where the next right would take us, but it seemed like the best thing to say. The Viking did as I told him, which only added to my ongoing climax. At the curb, he put the car in Park, raised his hands and leaned his head back against the driver's window. His terrified eyes flicked back and forth from mine to the muzzle of the gun. As the waves of my climax started to ebb, we watched each other in terror as the sirens echoed from all directions, getting closer. Finally, gaining enough composure over my climax, I put the money sack into my shoulder bag, then pulled his head down onto my lap, just a squad car pulled around the corner in front of us.
The Nordic man's fearful trembling as he clung to my leg, head in my lap, once again fueled the waves my orgasmic fugue. I had never experienced such a euphoric sense of of empowerment; holding a gun to a trembling man's head, his fate in my control. As the squad car approached, I managed to smile at the inquisitive officer as he inspected me. Looking for a blond man behind the wheel, the officer sped off. Waves of tantalizing, charged pleasure rolled through me, from crotch to brain or brain to crotch. I didn't matter. It felt like candy. I wanted more. The Nordic man, looked up at me with pleading eyes as I held the muzzle of the gun roughly between his eyes. It didn't matter that my hand shook. With the gun this close to his face, I couldn't miss. I smiled. “Get over here. Kneel between my legs.”
I considered as he crawled over me that he might be able to overpower me, but he didn't. I got a sense he didn't want to. I had a sense that he was curious what I might ask him to do. I kept the gun aimed at him, still vibrating from a low level climax of the best ongoing orgasmic fugue I had ever had. When he was crouched in the passenger foot well, between my legs, I put my feet up against the dashboard, lifting my skirt, presenting my steaming crotch to him. He looked at me with a wry smile that may have been relief from not being arrested, or perhaps he enjoyed doing what was clear I wanted. I smiled back, “Show me what you can do.”
As soon as his tongue, caressed the inside of my thigh, I knew that I was going to have to hold back, contain my release in order to savor what I wanted from this gorgeous man. It didn't help that though out of sight, his cock seemed to be vibrating with such sexual satisfaction. When he ran his hand up the inside of my other leg from his tongue, touching my bare cunt lips, it was if electricity shot up into me from his hand. I was so wet, that when my legs flinched in spasms. My cunt drew his finger into me. It was so amazingly intense, parked on the street with his finger moving in and out of me with people seated two doors away from the car in the window of a coffee shop. It would be easy for them to look into the car, should they look over. Others walked toward the car from both directions, more than a block away. I had never experienced such incredible pleasure from risk and fear before. Add to this the incredible sexual energy his thick long finger released from me and his incredible technique as he first flicked my clit with his finger, then thumbed it as he fucked me with his finger.
I fought climax, but I had to cover my mouth as wave after wave of incredible pleasure rippled through me. each growing stronger as my climax mounted. As people got closer their approach drove my climax higher until it reached a plateau in fearful confusion as I was sure that I was going to be caught which was incredibly arousing. Yet the intellectual fear of being caught hampered me from reaching orgasm; until he put his mouth to my cunt, sucking in my clung lips, chewing them, then sucking on my clit as he rammed two maybe three fingers into me, over and over. I stopped breathing, overtaken by not only the physical way he pleasured me, but also by his massive sexual energy, that vibrated through me like some deep bass sound of bliss. I shook like jello on a plate, a mass of quivering flesh, but managed to keep the gun pointed at his face as it reappeared from between my legs. “Get out.”
He nodded, as he extricated himself from the foot well and from between my legs. I shook my head when he held out his hand for the gun. He smile impishly, like a child who know better. “The money?”
I shook my head, opening the passenger door for him to crawl out of the car. I did toss the ski mask after him. As he stood outside, with his sad imploring expression, I hit the button that locked all the doors, and slid over the console between the seats. Behind the wheel, I put the car into gear and pulled away at a reasonable speed, ecstatic! I had forced a man to pleasure me in public, at gun point; and now I was going to keep the money from a bank robbery. That should surely be enough to warrant a visit from Krampus. Driving at moderate speed, so as not to attract the police, I dug my cell phone out my shoulder, bag feeling a twinge arousal as my hand passed over the canvass bag of money. Nicole answered the phone with unintelligible hysteria. I waited until her wailing stopped. “There is a taqueria two blocks from the bank. I'll meet you there, and tell you everything.”
I told her almost everything. I never mentioned the money. I knew the robbers would never come for it. They couldn't without confessing to bank robbery. I haven't spent any of the money, yet. However, just gaining it led to a number of bedtime fantasies concerning what it would be like to be with Krampus. There was nearly three weeks before Christmas. Each night I would go to bed, wondering what to wear, should Krampus show up that night. Should I wear my baby doll nightie. Should I wear my flannel jammies and let him rip them off. Perhaps I should wear nothing. Each night I would fall asleep, tossing and turning in luscious sexual anticipation and fantasy.
A few days before Christmas, the company had commissioned the back room of a restaurant and buffet for the company holiday party. After, securing my coat at the cloak room, I immediately went to the women's room to settle my green felt dress to ensure I showed the proper amount of leg and cleavage for the dark hair, broad shoulders, broad hands and thick fingers. He may be married, but that didn't mean I couldn't enjoy some salacious, salacious flirting. I gazed at my flirting assets in the mirror with smugness. I looked perfect. Just to add the right attitude to my intention, I slipped off my panties, stuffing them in my dress. The knowledge of bareness, barely hidden from view by my dress was the empowering coup d'é·tat for a night of torpid teasing.
In the hallway to the rest rooms, I sensed someone at the end in the shadows; not unusual, this being a public place. However, an animal smell invaded my nostrils. It was not a livestock smell, but a musky feral smell, not entirely unpleasant. My flesh charged as it does in the first stages of arousal. A gutteral laugh, almost like a growl caused me to turn. Stepping from the shadows was a nearly nine foot figure, with dark skin like a bear, mangy fur, horns, a tail with a bulb and a large erection. A red tongue rolled out of the creature's mouth like a red carpet. Krampus!
This is not what I had bargained for. This is not what I had considered for an encounter with Krampus, though the tongue, the tail and his sexuality were certainly compelling. His smile revealed pointed, yellowed teeth. “You didn't think being bad would be reward with pleasure? Did you. He advanced toward me. “Oh there will be pleasure involved, yet also some unpleasantness is to be expected. After all, you have been bad.”
I turned away, taking one step, but he took two and was on my. Grabbing my arms and pulling them behind me, he tethered my wrists with taloned finger and thumb of one hand. Pulling me back against him, I felt his imposing erection rubbing up against my spine. His luscious tongue played around my earlobes and wrapped around my neck. From between his legs his tail pushed up up between my legs, the bulb at the end, waggling between my legs, then thumbing and rubbing against my mound. His other hand came around grasping my breast, a talon pressing it's point through my dress, to flick at my nipple and areola. I became a mass of confusion between fear and arousal. Terrified at being taken, perhaps in front of my co-workers, I can't say his touch was unpleasant. He inflicted no pain; his poking, licking and thumbing all executing in a perfectly measured way to bring physical pleasure. Still, it was a surety that some or all of my coworkers would witness.
Krampus became a whirlwind of physical stimulation, even his growling laugh rumbled through me in a way that peaked my libido. His tongue and arm crossed in front of me, both dropping down the front of my dress. His hand kneaded and molested one breast, a talon flicking the nipple and tracing my areola. His tongue, flicked and wrapped around the nipple of the other breast. The furry bulb of his tale as large as may men's cocks, rubbed back and forth along my swollen, sensitized cunt lips. His cock radiated electric sexual pleasure though my back as he ran it up and down my spine like a dog humping a leg. I both wanted and didn't want to be seen like this. I felt like a kid who loved ice cream being force fed ice cream as a manner of punishment. I loved how he touched me and the way he touched me, but it was too much and the fear that my coworkers seeing this created an urgency to reach climax that added to my arousal.
The party hub-bub, just around the corner got louder, driving the fear in me, fueling the fire of pure arousal I felt. He curled his tongue down under my dress, lifting it; exposing my cunt as his tongue flicked at my clit. At the same time he gripped my breasts, pulling me back against him, his cock vibrating with waves of pure sexual pleasure. The bulb of his tail, penetrated me, stretching me perfectly while adding the same vibrating sexual pleasure, that worked in syncopation with his tongue. Though pinning me to him, his hands massaged my breasts with a tenderness that was arousing, From time to time he'd penetrate my dress with a talon poking into my nipple, like adding the spice of to a stew of pleasure.
I had entered an orgasmic fugue that was like floating in a warm cocoon on a tempest of fear. Then it happened. Evidently, I had released enough moans and cries the whole of the company party, peered the corner. I screamed as pure terror and euphoria took possession of me. The guy with the dark hair, broad shoulders, broad hands and thick fingers stared at me, his eyes filled with pure lust. I focused on those eyes, my screams rising to banshee wails of ecstasy I broke free from this reality, adrift in pure euphoric bliss.
I regained reality, crumbled on the floor, surrounded by my coworkers as Krampus exited through door. Her face a mask of amazement, Nicole turned from the closing door to me. 笛ust how bad does one have to be to get that kind of punishment?
I never told her. I just started considering how I would spend the money to ensure Krampus returns again.