Post by Deleted on Dec 27, 2009 14:24:37 GMT -5
Continued from the previous entry: Tonight
Christmas evening, Friday, December 25th
Cairo and Emily have full bellies now, having just consumed the finest beef and crustacean that money can buy, but they’ve left room for the final course. What are two young, vibrant people to do on an enchanted Christmas evening? Should these lovebirds return to their nest? No, that would not be a fitting end to this evening. The night is young and love is in the air. Cairo has a special destination in mind as he cruises down the highway in his vintage ‘74 Eldorado with his sweet, precious Emily by his side. Emily doesn’t know Cairo’s exact destination, but she cannot wait until they arrive. Emily giggles like a schoolgirl as visions of lover’s lane dance in her brain. Cairo has a way bringing out Emily’s sensual side, her thoughts are focused on the relentless passion that awaits them, the fires that burn inside of every young American while exploring their sexual desires.
Cairo gazes at Emily as she laughs to herself while exuding her raw sexuality. Emily notices Cairo staring in her peripheral view and she cocks her head to look at him. Cairo shifts his focus back to the road as Emily observes him, noting his calm demeanor. She knows that inside of that cool exterior is a nervous little boy with dirty thoughts on his mind, thoughts of making love to his girlfriend for the first time. There is no sexual tension in the air, not in the traditional sense, but rather a mutual attraction between two young and eager adults who wish to resolve their lust.
Cairo exits from the highway and pulls his Eldorado into the parking lot at the Sheraton Hotel. The mystery of their destination has been solved. Emily now knows that Cairo has done exactly as she wished, reserved an adequate space for her and her lover to express themselves physically, intimately for the first time. There is no luggage to check, only two people eager to see their suite. Cairo doesn’t have to check in, he already has the key to the room. He was here earlier in the day, making preparations for this encounter, their romantic interlude.
As they enter the elevator, Emily and Cairo do not exchange words only provocative glances. Each knows exactly what the other is thinking. After a short ride they reach their floor and walk out of the elevator. On a whimsical notion, Cairo sweeps Emily her off of her feet and carries her down the hallway to their room, planting soft kisses on her lips and chest along the way. When they arrive at their room Cairo effortlessly slips his key into the door without looking at it and nudges it open with his foot. Cairo carries Emily across the threshold to the bed, which he’s adorned with rose pedals and lilac. Cairo gently places Emily down upon the bed. The scent of the flowers is enrapturing. The sight of Emily lying in that bed makes Cairo weak inside, his stomach churning like tumblers on a row.
Bobby Cairo: “Emily, here we are, my dear. I know this isn’t exactly the Four Seasons, but I’ve tried to make this room as special as possible for you.”
Emily smiles at Cairo with a lustful expression on her face as she kicks her shoes to the floor.
Emily Hotchkiss: “I’m just happy to be here with you, baby. This has been a magical evening and the best is yet to come.”
Emily motions for Cairo to come closer with her hands. Cairo is tempted but he holds back.
Bobby Cairo: “Not yet, my dear.”
Cairo turns his back to his sweetheart and walks away from her, disappearing into the bathroom. Emily can hear the sound of ice cubes clattering together and she wonders what Cairo is doing. Cairo reemerges from the bathroom moments later with a bottle of wine in one hand and two glasses in the other. He walks over to the bed and places the bottle and the glasses down on the nightstand next to it. Cairo sits down on the bed alongside Emily and gracefully runs his hand through Emily’s soft, curly hair. Emily lovingly nudges Cairo’s hand with her lips.
Bobby Cairo: “I know that we’ve already had wine this evening, but I figured that we could try something a little different. Tell me, buttercup, has a man ever used his fingers on your naked body, drawn pictures to show you how much he loves you?”
Emily’s expression turns from charmed-to-quizzical-yet-intrigued.
Emily Hotchkiss: “I can’t say that’s ever happened to me, Bobbylicious. It sounds like a lot of fun. There’s only one problem.”
Emily places her forefinger on Cairo’s crinkled nose and slowly traces it down his simmering face and doting lips.
Emily Hotchkiss: “I’m not naked, you daft little boy. Observe my long flowing gown. Oh, Bobby, you have so much to learn and so little time.”
Cairo extends his hands and begins to unharness the straps of Emily’s dress, but she grabs his hands and pushes them away.
Emily Hotchkiss: “Not yet, eager beaver. I have a surprise for you.”
Emily rises from the bed and moves away from Cairo. She slowly, seductively struts like a cabaret dancer into the bathroom, teasing Cairo even as she closes the bathroom door behind her.
Cairo takes this as a sign and uses the opportunity to get more comfortable. He tosses his jacket meters away into that chair in the corner, kicks off his patent leather shoes, unleashes his tie, and strips away his caramel shirt and pinstriped pants. Cairo doesn’t wear underoos because he finds them cumbersome and as a result he’s now standing buck naked next to the bed.
Cairo’s manhood is aching in anticipation of the release that is about to come. After a few tense and terse moments, Emily emerges from the bathroom decked in black lacey bra and panties, garter belt, nylon stockings and black open-toe heels. Cairo whistles like a construction worker as he admires the view. Emily is high-stepping toward the bed with a devilish sneer upon her pretty face.
Bobby Cairo: “Is that the special Christmas wrapping that I ordered?”
Emily Hotchkiss: “Shut up, maggot!”
Emily strikes Cairo with an open palm to his chest. Cairo is jolted from his seated position on the bed and immediately goes flat and limp. Emily jumps on top of him.
Emily Hotchkiss: “I’m not the good girl that you took me for, Cairo. I don’t sing in the church choir and I don’t help old ladies across the street.”
Emily examines her handiwork, a bright red welt on Cairo’s chest.
Emily Hotchkiss: “Is there where it hurts?”
She asks as she rubs the mark like a proper clinician.
Bobby Cairo: “It hurts like a firestorm, burns like a knife.”
Emily Hotchkiss: “Let me assess the damage.”
Emily moves in close with her face and licks Cairo’s chest. He seems to be enjoying that so she gently bites his nipples. Cairo grits his teeth and lets out a slight moan.
Emily Hotchkiss: “Do you like that, Cairo?”
Cairo nods like a weakling, exerting his servitude.
Emily Hotchkiss: “Warning, Cairo: this is not going to be an exercise in vanilla sex.”
Emily traces her tongue down Cairo’s chest and stomach, each centimeter at a time so that Cairo can absorb each droplet of saliva into his pores. Emily goes all the way down to Cairo’s manhood, a good six or seven inches of pork product when erect such as now. This article of manhood is begging for release and Emily knows it. Emily moves to a seated position and bats the head of Cairo’s penis with her hand, toying with it, teasing it, demeaning it.
Emily Hotchkiss: “This is what you want isn’t it, you sick bastard? You don’t want the big cummy, you want to be embarrassed and humiliated!”
Cairo is shivering like a drug addict on withdrawal.
Bobby Cairo: “I need orgasm, Emmy. Please make me cum.”
Emily Hotchkiss: “Do you want me to suck you off, Bobby?”
Cairo nods his head, yes.
Emily Hotchkiss: “You gutless coward. You writhing worm. I thought you had scruples. I thought you had cojones. Do you realize that you could have fucked me anytime that you wanted? You evaded every hint that I dropped, every symbol of my platitude. You wined me and dined me, but you didn’t have the courage to fuck me!”
Emily smacks Cairo’s cock hard, making him go fetal and momentarily lose his libido. However it quickly returns and Cairo is now harder than ever.
Bobby Cairo: “Emily, please… please suck my dick, baby. I need it. I need to feel your soft lips and tongue on my perverts. Please do it for Bobby Cairo!”
Emily slowly, dramatically nods her head.
Emily Hotchkiss: “It will be done.”
Emily licks her lips as she grabs a handful of penis. Emily unleashes wads of spit upon Cairo’s cock and balls. Emily peers into Cairo’s eyes then turns her attention back to his genitalia. Slowly, methodically, she licks his testicles, and Cairo moans with delight. It feels so good that Cairo even begins talking to himself.
Bobby Cairo: “This is my America, this is my America, this is my America…”
Emily continues to lick and suck Cairo’s balls for several minutes before transitioning her tongue to his shaft. Emily is careful to avoid touching the head of Cairo’s penis because she doesn’t want to make him cum, yet. Emily teases Cairo’s shaft with lick after lick, her tongue sliding up and down his penis like waves in the ocean. Cairo can’t even speak anymore; sounds are emanating from his mouth but they are the sounds of a beached and dying whale.
Inside of her mind Emily shakes her head in disgust. Cairo hasn’t even cum yet and he’s already blubbering. Emily decides that it’s time to finish this mess. She wraps her soft lips around the head of Cairo’s penis and sucks him off. She starts slowly and gradually picks up the pace. Cairo is screaming in pleasure as he draws nearer to release.
Bobby Cairo: “Oh, mama! I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna cum, Emmy! Gaaah, I’m cumming!”
Cairo blows his load, pumping load after load of thick white goo into Emily’s mouth. After the first few squirts, Emily removes the cock from her mouth and holds it in front of her face, coaxing more cum with her hand. When Cairo finally finishes ejaculating his body goes limp and he exhales in a sigh of relief, similar to a man who just took a big shit.
Bobby Cairo: “Oh God, Emmy… oh, Emmy… that’s the best blowjob I’ve ever had.”
Cairo is breathing heavy between his words.
Bobby Cairo: “I’ve been to… Thailand, Emmy. I’ve been to Thailand… but this… this is the best blowjob… that I’ve ever had. How did you… how did you learn… to do that?”
Emily is seated next to Cairo on the bed, an abundance of excess cum permeating her face.
Emily Hotchkiss: “I told you, Bobby. The other guys that I’ve dated only cared about one thing… and I became damn good at it.”
Emily licks her lips and tastes that creamy white.
Emily Hotchkiss: “It was the only way that I could keep my sanity when I wasn’t cramming for tests or writing some boring paper on business or economics. Bobby, uh…”
Emily taps Cairo’s arm. Cairo looks up and sees the cum on Emily’s face.
Emily Hotchkiss: “Aren’t you going to do something about this?”
Cairo nods his head in the affirmative. Cairo sits up in the bed and cranes his neck toward Emily. Cairo begins licking the surplus of cum about Emily’s face. Emily is pleased that her boyfriend is licking and swallowing his own seed but she speaks not a word of this. Cairo finishes the deviant task in short order and looks approvingly at his work.
Bobby Cairo: “It’s salty but it’s a high grade of salt, far superior to Morton’s.”
Emily clears her throat.
Emily Hotchkiss: “It’s your turn, Cairo. The ball is in your court. I’m not imagining anything now.”
Bobby Cairo: “You just made the biggest mistake of your life, young lady.”
Cairo moves into action and swiftly unhinges the straps of Emily’s bra. Cairo removes the bra and tosses it aside to the lampshade, for posterity. Cairo moves in close to Emily’s breasts with his bulbous cranium and unequivocally lathers her fun bags with his saliva. Cairo is careful to encompass the entire radius of Emily’s bosom with his tongue. He pays special attention to her areolas and nipples, sucking on those pretty bits like a good boy should.
Emily Hotchkiss: “Oh… that feels nice…”
Cairo won’t be finished anytime soon. Cairo is gaining sustenance and nutrition from the breasts of the woman that he loves while his boner pokes her in the thigh. He wants to fuck her but that will have to wait. It’s too early to bang the shit out of this hot young thing. She must be kneaded and molded into shape first and then heated like an oven. Cairo pauses only briefly from the tit sucking to grab the bottle of wine from the nightstand.
Emily Hotchkiss: “What the fuck are you doing, Bobby?”
Cairo pops his cork.
Bobby Cairo: “You’ll see, baby.”
Cairo pours some red wine into a glass. He dips his fingertip into the glass just enough to wet it, then removes his finger from the glass and places it on Emily’s breast. Using his finger Cairo draws a heart around Emily’s nipple with the wine. Cairo slowly licks the wine with his tongue, tracing his tongue around her nipple just as he did with his finger. Emily smiles and moans in delight. After Cairo licks up all of the wine, he dips his finger into the glass and draws a heart around Emily’s other bosom. Cairo slowly licks the wine from her breast while Emily moans and fingers her pussy. Cairo senses that his is the time to make his move. He places the glass on the nightstand and wraps his lips around Emily’s nipple, creating a vacuum seal. Cairo now fervently sucks Emily’s bosom as her moans turn to screams.
Emily Hotchkiss: “Yes! Yes! Yes! Oh, Bobby!”
Emily is gradually overcome with thunderous orgasm. Her body shakes and quivers from head to toe. After several moments of orgasm Emily’s body comes to rest. Cairo smiles as he observes his handiwork. Cairo brushes away the stray hairs from Emily’s sweaty face with his hand and lies down next to her in the bed, staring directly into her eyes. Emily drapes her arm and leg over Cairo’s body and pulls him close. Together they snuggle as Emily recovers from her physically exerting experience.
Bobby Cairo: “How does it feel?”
Emily Hotchkiss: “It feels like electricity. You have me feeling electricity, Cairo…”
Cairo snickers like a man who’s getting away with something.
Bobby Cairo: “Do you know what the best part is? We haven’t even officially made love yet. We’re still virgins, with respect to each other.”
Emily Hotchkiss: “You’re a fool, Cairo… but you’re a fool with guts.”
Emily absorbs Cairo’s body into hers, so much as she can. They practically become one over the course of the next several minutes as they cuddle, kiss, and interrogate each other with lurid spoken word pieces. Cairo and Emily are hungry for more action but each is hesitant to make the first move.
Bobby Cairo: “Emily, permission to speak from the heart?”
Emily Hotchkiss: “Granted.”
Bobby Cairo: “I’m a man who knows what he wants. From the moment that we met I knew that I wanted you. I want to be inside of you, babycakes. I want to fill you with my love because you are my lady of the morning, afternoon and evening. You rock my world like combinations of punches from a prime Evander Holyfield.”
Emily feels touched inside, deeper than sex, and she knows what she must do. Emily puts on her proverbial sex mask and shifts into a combat mindset.
Emily Hotchkiss: “Oh baby, give it to me! Unwrap your present and show me how you fuck! Fuck me stupid, you pig!”
Cairo sees this as an invitation and a dilemma. Emily’s bra is resting on the lampshade, but her panties, stockings and even her shoes remain intact upon her body. This does not please Cairo. He wants to feel every part of her naturally soft skin upon him while he’s fucking her, and most importantly he wants at that pussy. Cairo doesn’t want to rush into stripping this woman of her clothes because that’s how shit gets out of hand. Plus, Cairo is a man who appreciates good foreplay. Cairo decides to play it coy.
Bobby Cairo: “I am going to fuck you, young lady. I’m going to fuck you because you’ve been a very naughty girl. Tell me, Emily, what would your mother say about your behavior?”
Emily goddamn near flies to the ceiling in response to Cairo’s verbiage.
Emily Hotchkiss: “Don’t talk about my mother, you fucker!”
Cairo doesn’t give a shit.
Bobby Cairo: “Fuck you and your mother!”
Emily will not be cast aside.
Emily Hotchkiss: “Fuck me, Bobby! Fuck me!”
Cairo knows how to talk the talk and Emily is more than willing to engage him. Cairo also has the moves to back up his talk. Cairo runs his hand up the seam of Emily’s nylon stocking until he reaches the garter.
Bobby Cairo: “Like a magnet in the dark…”
Cairo bends down and unhooks Emily’s stocking from the garter using his teeth. Cairo starts from the top of Emily’s leg and slowly pulls the nylon down her leg with his teeth, stopping every few inches to plant a sloppy wet kiss on her silky leg. Emily boasts a long leg and Cairo takes his time navigating its curves and inlays. For her part Emily is enjoying the sensation of Cairo’s kisses upon her leg. She’s not getting orgasmic chills yet, but she’s getting wet in a sense. Cairo offers some commentary.
Bobby Cairo: “Baby, I don’t know what’s softer, your stocking or your leg.”
Emily moans.
Emily Hotchkiss: “Oh stop talking and keep going, you idiot.”
Cairo does what he’s told, slowly tugging that stocking down Emily’s leg. Cairo places kisses upon Emily’s thigh, kneecap, calf, shin and any other sectors and crannies he can find along the way, before he reaches her foot. Cairo pulls the stocking off of her foot and takes a moment to place kisses along each of her toes. This action pleases Emily. After Cairo is finished he gently places the nylon leg garment onto the nightstand, next to the bottle of wine.
Cairo shifts his attention to Emily’s other leg and repeats the process as before. Cairo slowly and expertly asserts the stocking from its neutral position and drags it down the crescent creek of Emily’s leg and thigh. By the time Cairo is finished with this action Emily is moist with sauces and fluids in her vaginal region. Emily has been teased by a man who knows how to hit the right notes, now she’s ready to take Cairo inside of her without delay.
Cairo snags Emily’s panties in his teeth and pulls them down to her knees. Cairo employs the same kissing routine that he used on her legs, this time beginning in her crotch and gradually moving down her inner thigh to her knee. Cairo deviates from his pattern and returns to Emily’s crotch. Cairo devotes several minutes to servicing Emily’s pussy, lapping her feminine juices, sucking her clit and licking the passageway to her sugar walls. Emily is nearing orgasm but she refuses to cum, not yet, not from Cairo’s tongue. She wants the cock. Emily pushes Cairo away from her crotch with both hands and then kicks him in the face with her foot. Cairo is sent reeling to the carpeted floor below. Emily raises her legs to the ceiling, yanks off her panties and tosses them aside like they’re absolutely nothing.
Emily Hotchkiss: “Cairo! Cock me now!”
Cairo immediately recovers from his injuries and climbs onto the bed. Cairo proudly takes his Johnson in his hand and strokes it to its length.
Bobby Cairo: “Yee-haw!”
Cairo descends upon Emily and inserts his manhood into her snatch. Emily wraps her legs tightly around Cairo’s waist and thrusts her body accordingly. Cairo grunts like a man hard at work as he pounds Emily’s vagina with his jackhammer. Cairo’s not stopping until the morning light now that he’s inside of Emily’s sanctuary. Cairo has been dreaming of this moment for weeks and he knew that it would come, but he couldn’t have known that it would be this tight between two legs. Through the time Cairo’s reverence for Emily has given way to passion of the flesh, and at high dawn a storm now rages. Cairo and Emily are thrusting their bodies like opponents in an ancient gladiator competitor. They share the sublime lights and sounds, the shifting of positions, bodies and their parts synchronized in movement. The pace grows faster and more aggressive as moans and screams tell the story, obscenities dotting the punch line. It’s not simple procreation anymore, it’s become a battle of wills. Cairo heckles Emily from behind, tugs her hair, gropes her bosom and the like, but she will not be deterred, she’s too proud. The sensations are high and strong between two lovers. Neither party will concede defeat by achieving orgasm and bringing this exchange to a halt. Neither party will show weakness by pausing for rest. The two combatants press forward with reckless abandon.
As two lovers continue fucking through the course of an evening, the sensations part ways and their genitalia becomes numb from the repetition of motion and lack of release. They still will not cum. Their bodies are aching and their movements now slowing like a train nearing the station. The train is chugging upon the tracks but it’s gradually losing steam. The slowing train grinds like R. Kelly, grinding his steel upon her tracks… suddenly a final push and both parties seem willing to simultaneously concede. Their bodies can no longer handle the strain; it doesn’t seem possible that they can be numb yet aching. Together they succumb to the passion and their bodies achieve heavenly orgasm in unison, among a mass of twitches and spasms, as wave after throbbing wave of pleasure resonates through their genitalia.
It seems as if they’ve been cumming for hours when their bodies finally collapse upon the bed, exhausted, drained and physically and emotionally spent. The perfect night has reached a perfect conclusion. Carnal desires give way to much needed slumber as two lovers embrace upon a bed.
Saturday morning, December 26th, the day after Christmas
When they awaken the next morning neither Cairo nor Emily remembers much of what occurred the previous night. Yet they each remember everything. There’s a hint of uncertainty in their minds: “Was it a dream?” No, they know that it’s true but it’s not something that they’re proud of. It’s not something that they wish to acknowledge aloud, yet they wear it on their chest as a badge of honor: Bobby Cairo and Emily Hotchkiss are dirty whores. Oh yes, they are whores. They’ve desecrated Christmas and committed acts of blasphemy because they couldn’t resist the pleasures of the flesh in the garden of earthly delights. On a Christmas night in Connecticut two lovers converged where heaven and hell meet… in love on earth as humans. It’s love, ladies and gentlemen, in all of its stinking and radiant glory.
The two lovers have neither physically nor mentally recovered from last night’s activities, but breakfast is a must. As the sun shines in the morning sky the two lovers bear this winter cold and share breakfast on a hotel balcony. She takes a bite.
Emily Hotchkiss: “This croissant is delicious, Bobby.”
He swallows.
Bobby Cairo: “Thanks, doll. I picked them up at this sweet little bakery on the corner across from my apartment. Yes ma’am, it’s a sweet little spot indeed. I think that you and I know all about that, am I right?”
Emily is somewhat perplexed as she nibbles her French pastry.
Emily Hotchkiss: “Pardon?”
Cairo’s glossy hand runs through its hair.
Bobby Cairo: “Oh, sorry. I guess I’m still a little hung over from last night.”
Emily Hotchkiss: “Me too, Bobby. I’ll never forget what transpired last, it was magical. It was a moment in time that I will cherish for the rest of my natural existence.”
Emily snuggles closely to Cairo in their chairs.
Bobby Cairo: “I feel the same way, Emily. You and I have something special. It’s not just special, it’s sacred. We share a sacred bond that can never be broken. You and I are one. Together we form something greater than we could ever be individually.”
The tears stream down Emily’s face and Cairo feels it too.
Emily Hotchkiss: “Bobby, you’re a beautiful, beautiful man.”
She burps from croissant.
Emily Hotchkiss: “Oops, sorry. I love you.”
They kiss, enraptured and enamored as can be. After she pulls her tongue out of his mouth…
Bobby Cairo: “Oh my God, Emily… I forgot something.”
She raises an eyebrow.
Emily Hotchkiss: “What?”
Bobby Cairo: “I forgot to give you, your Christmas present.”
Emily Hotchkiss: “Christmas present? What are you talking about?”
Bobby Cairo: “Don’t worry. It’s not something simple and lame like shampoo or perfume. This is something that you will cherish, just as I cherish your eyes, mind, hands, body and soul... and your kiss.”
Cairo dashes from the balcony into the hotel room, nearly tripping over the blanket that’s strewn upon the floor. He recovers his balance and avoids a perhaps fatal smashing of head upon furniture. Cairo quickly rummages through his belongings and then returns to the balcony and his darling. Emily can see the bulge in front of his crotch, but it seems unlikely to be another erection.
Emily Hotchkiss: “What’s that in your hand, Bobby?”
Cairo opens his hand and reveals a plush jewelry box.
Emily’s jaw drops.
Cairo eagerly places the box upon her palm.
Emily is breathless.
Emily Hotchkiss: “Bobby… I don’t know what to say.”
He nudges her along.
Bobby Cairo: “Open it, sweetheart. Go ahead, open it.”
Emily slowly opens the box and peers inside. Her eyes grow big. Emily jumps to her feet and wraps her arms around Cairo. She decorates his body in tight hugs and a litany of American kisses. Cairo is amused and delighted by Emily’s reaction.
Bobby Cairo: “Do you like it, baby? It’s my grandmother’s diamond broach.”
Emily Hotchkiss: “It’s beautiful. It’s gorgeous, Bobby. I don’t know if I can accept it?”
Bobby Cairo: “It’s already done, baby. Don’t worry. You want to hear a story? My grandfather gave that broach to my grandmother after they had been dating for awhile and they were getting serious. That was back in the fifties, Eisenhower and the war. For two young people living in strange times that broach was a sign of love. When my grandmother died she passed it down to my mother. My mother cherished it like it was plutonium for the flux capacitor and she was stuck in the future.”
Cairo wipes male tears upon a shirt sleeve.
Bobby Cairo: “When I told my mother about you, about how wonderful you are, and how much I love you, she insisted that I give you the broach. You see, I love you Emily and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I’m not asking you to make that type of commitment, not yet anyway, but I want you to know that I’m in this relationship for the long haul. I’m not just looking for a good time.”
Her eyes tell the story.
Emily Hotchkiss: “Bobby, I love you so much. Oh, God, I’m getting all emotional… I just want you to know that… I love you, Bobby.”
They embrace, they kiss and they walk into the hotel room, hand in hand. On this post-Christmas morning they won’t engage in the same type of hardcore fornication as Christmas night. There will be no cock teasing, nipple manipulation or violence. On this morning, the day after, Emily and Cairo will celebrate their love as two lovers loving lovingly. After all, isn’t that what the spirit of Christmas is all about?
Christmas evening, Friday, December 25th
Cairo and Emily have full bellies now, having just consumed the finest beef and crustacean that money can buy, but they’ve left room for the final course. What are two young, vibrant people to do on an enchanted Christmas evening? Should these lovebirds return to their nest? No, that would not be a fitting end to this evening. The night is young and love is in the air. Cairo has a special destination in mind as he cruises down the highway in his vintage ‘74 Eldorado with his sweet, precious Emily by his side. Emily doesn’t know Cairo’s exact destination, but she cannot wait until they arrive. Emily giggles like a schoolgirl as visions of lover’s lane dance in her brain. Cairo has a way bringing out Emily’s sensual side, her thoughts are focused on the relentless passion that awaits them, the fires that burn inside of every young American while exploring their sexual desires.
Cairo gazes at Emily as she laughs to herself while exuding her raw sexuality. Emily notices Cairo staring in her peripheral view and she cocks her head to look at him. Cairo shifts his focus back to the road as Emily observes him, noting his calm demeanor. She knows that inside of that cool exterior is a nervous little boy with dirty thoughts on his mind, thoughts of making love to his girlfriend for the first time. There is no sexual tension in the air, not in the traditional sense, but rather a mutual attraction between two young and eager adults who wish to resolve their lust.
Cairo exits from the highway and pulls his Eldorado into the parking lot at the Sheraton Hotel. The mystery of their destination has been solved. Emily now knows that Cairo has done exactly as she wished, reserved an adequate space for her and her lover to express themselves physically, intimately for the first time. There is no luggage to check, only two people eager to see their suite. Cairo doesn’t have to check in, he already has the key to the room. He was here earlier in the day, making preparations for this encounter, their romantic interlude.
As they enter the elevator, Emily and Cairo do not exchange words only provocative glances. Each knows exactly what the other is thinking. After a short ride they reach their floor and walk out of the elevator. On a whimsical notion, Cairo sweeps Emily her off of her feet and carries her down the hallway to their room, planting soft kisses on her lips and chest along the way. When they arrive at their room Cairo effortlessly slips his key into the door without looking at it and nudges it open with his foot. Cairo carries Emily across the threshold to the bed, which he’s adorned with rose pedals and lilac. Cairo gently places Emily down upon the bed. The scent of the flowers is enrapturing. The sight of Emily lying in that bed makes Cairo weak inside, his stomach churning like tumblers on a row.
Bobby Cairo: “Emily, here we are, my dear. I know this isn’t exactly the Four Seasons, but I’ve tried to make this room as special as possible for you.”
Emily smiles at Cairo with a lustful expression on her face as she kicks her shoes to the floor.
Emily Hotchkiss: “I’m just happy to be here with you, baby. This has been a magical evening and the best is yet to come.”
Emily motions for Cairo to come closer with her hands. Cairo is tempted but he holds back.
Bobby Cairo: “Not yet, my dear.”
Cairo turns his back to his sweetheart and walks away from her, disappearing into the bathroom. Emily can hear the sound of ice cubes clattering together and she wonders what Cairo is doing. Cairo reemerges from the bathroom moments later with a bottle of wine in one hand and two glasses in the other. He walks over to the bed and places the bottle and the glasses down on the nightstand next to it. Cairo sits down on the bed alongside Emily and gracefully runs his hand through Emily’s soft, curly hair. Emily lovingly nudges Cairo’s hand with her lips.
Bobby Cairo: “I know that we’ve already had wine this evening, but I figured that we could try something a little different. Tell me, buttercup, has a man ever used his fingers on your naked body, drawn pictures to show you how much he loves you?”
Emily’s expression turns from charmed-to-quizzical-yet-intrigued.
Emily Hotchkiss: “I can’t say that’s ever happened to me, Bobbylicious. It sounds like a lot of fun. There’s only one problem.”
Emily places her forefinger on Cairo’s crinkled nose and slowly traces it down his simmering face and doting lips.
Emily Hotchkiss: “I’m not naked, you daft little boy. Observe my long flowing gown. Oh, Bobby, you have so much to learn and so little time.”
Cairo extends his hands and begins to unharness the straps of Emily’s dress, but she grabs his hands and pushes them away.
Emily Hotchkiss: “Not yet, eager beaver. I have a surprise for you.”
Emily rises from the bed and moves away from Cairo. She slowly, seductively struts like a cabaret dancer into the bathroom, teasing Cairo even as she closes the bathroom door behind her.
Cairo takes this as a sign and uses the opportunity to get more comfortable. He tosses his jacket meters away into that chair in the corner, kicks off his patent leather shoes, unleashes his tie, and strips away his caramel shirt and pinstriped pants. Cairo doesn’t wear underoos because he finds them cumbersome and as a result he’s now standing buck naked next to the bed.
Cairo’s manhood is aching in anticipation of the release that is about to come. After a few tense and terse moments, Emily emerges from the bathroom decked in black lacey bra and panties, garter belt, nylon stockings and black open-toe heels. Cairo whistles like a construction worker as he admires the view. Emily is high-stepping toward the bed with a devilish sneer upon her pretty face.
Bobby Cairo: “Is that the special Christmas wrapping that I ordered?”
Emily Hotchkiss: “Shut up, maggot!”
Emily strikes Cairo with an open palm to his chest. Cairo is jolted from his seated position on the bed and immediately goes flat and limp. Emily jumps on top of him.
Emily Hotchkiss: “I’m not the good girl that you took me for, Cairo. I don’t sing in the church choir and I don’t help old ladies across the street.”
Emily examines her handiwork, a bright red welt on Cairo’s chest.
Emily Hotchkiss: “Is there where it hurts?”
She asks as she rubs the mark like a proper clinician.
Bobby Cairo: “It hurts like a firestorm, burns like a knife.”
Emily Hotchkiss: “Let me assess the damage.”
Emily moves in close with her face and licks Cairo’s chest. He seems to be enjoying that so she gently bites his nipples. Cairo grits his teeth and lets out a slight moan.
Emily Hotchkiss: “Do you like that, Cairo?”
Cairo nods like a weakling, exerting his servitude.
Emily Hotchkiss: “Warning, Cairo: this is not going to be an exercise in vanilla sex.”
Emily traces her tongue down Cairo’s chest and stomach, each centimeter at a time so that Cairo can absorb each droplet of saliva into his pores. Emily goes all the way down to Cairo’s manhood, a good six or seven inches of pork product when erect such as now. This article of manhood is begging for release and Emily knows it. Emily moves to a seated position and bats the head of Cairo’s penis with her hand, toying with it, teasing it, demeaning it.
Emily Hotchkiss: “This is what you want isn’t it, you sick bastard? You don’t want the big cummy, you want to be embarrassed and humiliated!”
Cairo is shivering like a drug addict on withdrawal.
Bobby Cairo: “I need orgasm, Emmy. Please make me cum.”
Emily Hotchkiss: “Do you want me to suck you off, Bobby?”
Cairo nods his head, yes.
Emily Hotchkiss: “You gutless coward. You writhing worm. I thought you had scruples. I thought you had cojones. Do you realize that you could have fucked me anytime that you wanted? You evaded every hint that I dropped, every symbol of my platitude. You wined me and dined me, but you didn’t have the courage to fuck me!”
Emily smacks Cairo’s cock hard, making him go fetal and momentarily lose his libido. However it quickly returns and Cairo is now harder than ever.
Bobby Cairo: “Emily, please… please suck my dick, baby. I need it. I need to feel your soft lips and tongue on my perverts. Please do it for Bobby Cairo!”
Emily slowly, dramatically nods her head.
Emily Hotchkiss: “It will be done.”
Emily licks her lips as she grabs a handful of penis. Emily unleashes wads of spit upon Cairo’s cock and balls. Emily peers into Cairo’s eyes then turns her attention back to his genitalia. Slowly, methodically, she licks his testicles, and Cairo moans with delight. It feels so good that Cairo even begins talking to himself.
Bobby Cairo: “This is my America, this is my America, this is my America…”
Emily continues to lick and suck Cairo’s balls for several minutes before transitioning her tongue to his shaft. Emily is careful to avoid touching the head of Cairo’s penis because she doesn’t want to make him cum, yet. Emily teases Cairo’s shaft with lick after lick, her tongue sliding up and down his penis like waves in the ocean. Cairo can’t even speak anymore; sounds are emanating from his mouth but they are the sounds of a beached and dying whale.
Inside of her mind Emily shakes her head in disgust. Cairo hasn’t even cum yet and he’s already blubbering. Emily decides that it’s time to finish this mess. She wraps her soft lips around the head of Cairo’s penis and sucks him off. She starts slowly and gradually picks up the pace. Cairo is screaming in pleasure as he draws nearer to release.
Bobby Cairo: “Oh, mama! I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna cum, Emmy! Gaaah, I’m cumming!”
Cairo blows his load, pumping load after load of thick white goo into Emily’s mouth. After the first few squirts, Emily removes the cock from her mouth and holds it in front of her face, coaxing more cum with her hand. When Cairo finally finishes ejaculating his body goes limp and he exhales in a sigh of relief, similar to a man who just took a big shit.
Bobby Cairo: “Oh God, Emmy… oh, Emmy… that’s the best blowjob I’ve ever had.”
Cairo is breathing heavy between his words.
Bobby Cairo: “I’ve been to… Thailand, Emmy. I’ve been to Thailand… but this… this is the best blowjob… that I’ve ever had. How did you… how did you learn… to do that?”
Emily is seated next to Cairo on the bed, an abundance of excess cum permeating her face.
Emily Hotchkiss: “I told you, Bobby. The other guys that I’ve dated only cared about one thing… and I became damn good at it.”
Emily licks her lips and tastes that creamy white.
Emily Hotchkiss: “It was the only way that I could keep my sanity when I wasn’t cramming for tests or writing some boring paper on business or economics. Bobby, uh…”
Emily taps Cairo’s arm. Cairo looks up and sees the cum on Emily’s face.
Emily Hotchkiss: “Aren’t you going to do something about this?”
Cairo nods his head in the affirmative. Cairo sits up in the bed and cranes his neck toward Emily. Cairo begins licking the surplus of cum about Emily’s face. Emily is pleased that her boyfriend is licking and swallowing his own seed but she speaks not a word of this. Cairo finishes the deviant task in short order and looks approvingly at his work.
Bobby Cairo: “It’s salty but it’s a high grade of salt, far superior to Morton’s.”
Emily clears her throat.
Emily Hotchkiss: “It’s your turn, Cairo. The ball is in your court. I’m not imagining anything now.”
Bobby Cairo: “You just made the biggest mistake of your life, young lady.”
Cairo moves into action and swiftly unhinges the straps of Emily’s bra. Cairo removes the bra and tosses it aside to the lampshade, for posterity. Cairo moves in close to Emily’s breasts with his bulbous cranium and unequivocally lathers her fun bags with his saliva. Cairo is careful to encompass the entire radius of Emily’s bosom with his tongue. He pays special attention to her areolas and nipples, sucking on those pretty bits like a good boy should.
Emily Hotchkiss: “Oh… that feels nice…”
Cairo won’t be finished anytime soon. Cairo is gaining sustenance and nutrition from the breasts of the woman that he loves while his boner pokes her in the thigh. He wants to fuck her but that will have to wait. It’s too early to bang the shit out of this hot young thing. She must be kneaded and molded into shape first and then heated like an oven. Cairo pauses only briefly from the tit sucking to grab the bottle of wine from the nightstand.
Emily Hotchkiss: “What the fuck are you doing, Bobby?”
Cairo pops his cork.
Bobby Cairo: “You’ll see, baby.”
Cairo pours some red wine into a glass. He dips his fingertip into the glass just enough to wet it, then removes his finger from the glass and places it on Emily’s breast. Using his finger Cairo draws a heart around Emily’s nipple with the wine. Cairo slowly licks the wine with his tongue, tracing his tongue around her nipple just as he did with his finger. Emily smiles and moans in delight. After Cairo licks up all of the wine, he dips his finger into the glass and draws a heart around Emily’s other bosom. Cairo slowly licks the wine from her breast while Emily moans and fingers her pussy. Cairo senses that his is the time to make his move. He places the glass on the nightstand and wraps his lips around Emily’s nipple, creating a vacuum seal. Cairo now fervently sucks Emily’s bosom as her moans turn to screams.
Emily Hotchkiss: “Yes! Yes! Yes! Oh, Bobby!”
Emily is gradually overcome with thunderous orgasm. Her body shakes and quivers from head to toe. After several moments of orgasm Emily’s body comes to rest. Cairo smiles as he observes his handiwork. Cairo brushes away the stray hairs from Emily’s sweaty face with his hand and lies down next to her in the bed, staring directly into her eyes. Emily drapes her arm and leg over Cairo’s body and pulls him close. Together they snuggle as Emily recovers from her physically exerting experience.
Bobby Cairo: “How does it feel?”
Emily Hotchkiss: “It feels like electricity. You have me feeling electricity, Cairo…”
Cairo snickers like a man who’s getting away with something.
Bobby Cairo: “Do you know what the best part is? We haven’t even officially made love yet. We’re still virgins, with respect to each other.”
Emily Hotchkiss: “You’re a fool, Cairo… but you’re a fool with guts.”
Emily absorbs Cairo’s body into hers, so much as she can. They practically become one over the course of the next several minutes as they cuddle, kiss, and interrogate each other with lurid spoken word pieces. Cairo and Emily are hungry for more action but each is hesitant to make the first move.
Bobby Cairo: “Emily, permission to speak from the heart?”
Emily Hotchkiss: “Granted.”
Bobby Cairo: “I’m a man who knows what he wants. From the moment that we met I knew that I wanted you. I want to be inside of you, babycakes. I want to fill you with my love because you are my lady of the morning, afternoon and evening. You rock my world like combinations of punches from a prime Evander Holyfield.”
Emily feels touched inside, deeper than sex, and she knows what she must do. Emily puts on her proverbial sex mask and shifts into a combat mindset.
Emily Hotchkiss: “Oh baby, give it to me! Unwrap your present and show me how you fuck! Fuck me stupid, you pig!”
Cairo sees this as an invitation and a dilemma. Emily’s bra is resting on the lampshade, but her panties, stockings and even her shoes remain intact upon her body. This does not please Cairo. He wants to feel every part of her naturally soft skin upon him while he’s fucking her, and most importantly he wants at that pussy. Cairo doesn’t want to rush into stripping this woman of her clothes because that’s how shit gets out of hand. Plus, Cairo is a man who appreciates good foreplay. Cairo decides to play it coy.
Bobby Cairo: “I am going to fuck you, young lady. I’m going to fuck you because you’ve been a very naughty girl. Tell me, Emily, what would your mother say about your behavior?”
Emily goddamn near flies to the ceiling in response to Cairo’s verbiage.
Emily Hotchkiss: “Don’t talk about my mother, you fucker!”
Cairo doesn’t give a shit.
Bobby Cairo: “Fuck you and your mother!”
Emily will not be cast aside.
Emily Hotchkiss: “Fuck me, Bobby! Fuck me!”
Cairo knows how to talk the talk and Emily is more than willing to engage him. Cairo also has the moves to back up his talk. Cairo runs his hand up the seam of Emily’s nylon stocking until he reaches the garter.
Bobby Cairo: “Like a magnet in the dark…”
Cairo bends down and unhooks Emily’s stocking from the garter using his teeth. Cairo starts from the top of Emily’s leg and slowly pulls the nylon down her leg with his teeth, stopping every few inches to plant a sloppy wet kiss on her silky leg. Emily boasts a long leg and Cairo takes his time navigating its curves and inlays. For her part Emily is enjoying the sensation of Cairo’s kisses upon her leg. She’s not getting orgasmic chills yet, but she’s getting wet in a sense. Cairo offers some commentary.
Bobby Cairo: “Baby, I don’t know what’s softer, your stocking or your leg.”
Emily moans.
Emily Hotchkiss: “Oh stop talking and keep going, you idiot.”
Cairo does what he’s told, slowly tugging that stocking down Emily’s leg. Cairo places kisses upon Emily’s thigh, kneecap, calf, shin and any other sectors and crannies he can find along the way, before he reaches her foot. Cairo pulls the stocking off of her foot and takes a moment to place kisses along each of her toes. This action pleases Emily. After Cairo is finished he gently places the nylon leg garment onto the nightstand, next to the bottle of wine.
Cairo shifts his attention to Emily’s other leg and repeats the process as before. Cairo slowly and expertly asserts the stocking from its neutral position and drags it down the crescent creek of Emily’s leg and thigh. By the time Cairo is finished with this action Emily is moist with sauces and fluids in her vaginal region. Emily has been teased by a man who knows how to hit the right notes, now she’s ready to take Cairo inside of her without delay.
Cairo snags Emily’s panties in his teeth and pulls them down to her knees. Cairo employs the same kissing routine that he used on her legs, this time beginning in her crotch and gradually moving down her inner thigh to her knee. Cairo deviates from his pattern and returns to Emily’s crotch. Cairo devotes several minutes to servicing Emily’s pussy, lapping her feminine juices, sucking her clit and licking the passageway to her sugar walls. Emily is nearing orgasm but she refuses to cum, not yet, not from Cairo’s tongue. She wants the cock. Emily pushes Cairo away from her crotch with both hands and then kicks him in the face with her foot. Cairo is sent reeling to the carpeted floor below. Emily raises her legs to the ceiling, yanks off her panties and tosses them aside like they’re absolutely nothing.
Emily Hotchkiss: “Cairo! Cock me now!”
Cairo immediately recovers from his injuries and climbs onto the bed. Cairo proudly takes his Johnson in his hand and strokes it to its length.
Bobby Cairo: “Yee-haw!”
Cairo descends upon Emily and inserts his manhood into her snatch. Emily wraps her legs tightly around Cairo’s waist and thrusts her body accordingly. Cairo grunts like a man hard at work as he pounds Emily’s vagina with his jackhammer. Cairo’s not stopping until the morning light now that he’s inside of Emily’s sanctuary. Cairo has been dreaming of this moment for weeks and he knew that it would come, but he couldn’t have known that it would be this tight between two legs. Through the time Cairo’s reverence for Emily has given way to passion of the flesh, and at high dawn a storm now rages. Cairo and Emily are thrusting their bodies like opponents in an ancient gladiator competitor. They share the sublime lights and sounds, the shifting of positions, bodies and their parts synchronized in movement. The pace grows faster and more aggressive as moans and screams tell the story, obscenities dotting the punch line. It’s not simple procreation anymore, it’s become a battle of wills. Cairo heckles Emily from behind, tugs her hair, gropes her bosom and the like, but she will not be deterred, she’s too proud. The sensations are high and strong between two lovers. Neither party will concede defeat by achieving orgasm and bringing this exchange to a halt. Neither party will show weakness by pausing for rest. The two combatants press forward with reckless abandon.
As two lovers continue fucking through the course of an evening, the sensations part ways and their genitalia becomes numb from the repetition of motion and lack of release. They still will not cum. Their bodies are aching and their movements now slowing like a train nearing the station. The train is chugging upon the tracks but it’s gradually losing steam. The slowing train grinds like R. Kelly, grinding his steel upon her tracks… suddenly a final push and both parties seem willing to simultaneously concede. Their bodies can no longer handle the strain; it doesn’t seem possible that they can be numb yet aching. Together they succumb to the passion and their bodies achieve heavenly orgasm in unison, among a mass of twitches and spasms, as wave after throbbing wave of pleasure resonates through their genitalia.
It seems as if they’ve been cumming for hours when their bodies finally collapse upon the bed, exhausted, drained and physically and emotionally spent. The perfect night has reached a perfect conclusion. Carnal desires give way to much needed slumber as two lovers embrace upon a bed.
Saturday morning, December 26th, the day after Christmas
When they awaken the next morning neither Cairo nor Emily remembers much of what occurred the previous night. Yet they each remember everything. There’s a hint of uncertainty in their minds: “Was it a dream?” No, they know that it’s true but it’s not something that they’re proud of. It’s not something that they wish to acknowledge aloud, yet they wear it on their chest as a badge of honor: Bobby Cairo and Emily Hotchkiss are dirty whores. Oh yes, they are whores. They’ve desecrated Christmas and committed acts of blasphemy because they couldn’t resist the pleasures of the flesh in the garden of earthly delights. On a Christmas night in Connecticut two lovers converged where heaven and hell meet… in love on earth as humans. It’s love, ladies and gentlemen, in all of its stinking and radiant glory.
The two lovers have neither physically nor mentally recovered from last night’s activities, but breakfast is a must. As the sun shines in the morning sky the two lovers bear this winter cold and share breakfast on a hotel balcony. She takes a bite.
Emily Hotchkiss: “This croissant is delicious, Bobby.”
He swallows.
Bobby Cairo: “Thanks, doll. I picked them up at this sweet little bakery on the corner across from my apartment. Yes ma’am, it’s a sweet little spot indeed. I think that you and I know all about that, am I right?”
Emily is somewhat perplexed as she nibbles her French pastry.
Emily Hotchkiss: “Pardon?”
Cairo’s glossy hand runs through its hair.
Bobby Cairo: “Oh, sorry. I guess I’m still a little hung over from last night.”
Emily Hotchkiss: “Me too, Bobby. I’ll never forget what transpired last, it was magical. It was a moment in time that I will cherish for the rest of my natural existence.”
Emily snuggles closely to Cairo in their chairs.
Bobby Cairo: “I feel the same way, Emily. You and I have something special. It’s not just special, it’s sacred. We share a sacred bond that can never be broken. You and I are one. Together we form something greater than we could ever be individually.”
The tears stream down Emily’s face and Cairo feels it too.
Emily Hotchkiss: “Bobby, you’re a beautiful, beautiful man.”
She burps from croissant.
Emily Hotchkiss: “Oops, sorry. I love you.”
They kiss, enraptured and enamored as can be. After she pulls her tongue out of his mouth…
Bobby Cairo: “Oh my God, Emily… I forgot something.”
She raises an eyebrow.
Emily Hotchkiss: “What?”
Bobby Cairo: “I forgot to give you, your Christmas present.”
Emily Hotchkiss: “Christmas present? What are you talking about?”
Bobby Cairo: “Don’t worry. It’s not something simple and lame like shampoo or perfume. This is something that you will cherish, just as I cherish your eyes, mind, hands, body and soul... and your kiss.”
Cairo dashes from the balcony into the hotel room, nearly tripping over the blanket that’s strewn upon the floor. He recovers his balance and avoids a perhaps fatal smashing of head upon furniture. Cairo quickly rummages through his belongings and then returns to the balcony and his darling. Emily can see the bulge in front of his crotch, but it seems unlikely to be another erection.
Emily Hotchkiss: “What’s that in your hand, Bobby?”
Cairo opens his hand and reveals a plush jewelry box.
Emily’s jaw drops.
Cairo eagerly places the box upon her palm.
Emily is breathless.
Emily Hotchkiss: “Bobby… I don’t know what to say.”
He nudges her along.
Bobby Cairo: “Open it, sweetheart. Go ahead, open it.”
Emily slowly opens the box and peers inside. Her eyes grow big. Emily jumps to her feet and wraps her arms around Cairo. She decorates his body in tight hugs and a litany of American kisses. Cairo is amused and delighted by Emily’s reaction.
Bobby Cairo: “Do you like it, baby? It’s my grandmother’s diamond broach.”
Emily Hotchkiss: “It’s beautiful. It’s gorgeous, Bobby. I don’t know if I can accept it?”
Bobby Cairo: “It’s already done, baby. Don’t worry. You want to hear a story? My grandfather gave that broach to my grandmother after they had been dating for awhile and they were getting serious. That was back in the fifties, Eisenhower and the war. For two young people living in strange times that broach was a sign of love. When my grandmother died she passed it down to my mother. My mother cherished it like it was plutonium for the flux capacitor and she was stuck in the future.”
Cairo wipes male tears upon a shirt sleeve.
Bobby Cairo: “When I told my mother about you, about how wonderful you are, and how much I love you, she insisted that I give you the broach. You see, I love you Emily and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I’m not asking you to make that type of commitment, not yet anyway, but I want you to know that I’m in this relationship for the long haul. I’m not just looking for a good time.”
Her eyes tell the story.
Emily Hotchkiss: “Bobby, I love you so much. Oh, God, I’m getting all emotional… I just want you to know that… I love you, Bobby.”
They embrace, they kiss and they walk into the hotel room, hand in hand. On this post-Christmas morning they won’t engage in the same type of hardcore fornication as Christmas night. There will be no cock teasing, nipple manipulation or violence. On this morning, the day after, Emily and Cairo will celebrate their love as two lovers loving lovingly. After all, isn’t that what the spirit of Christmas is all about?
