A Threesome for Christmas for the #MistletoeHop #amwriting #shortstory #christmasporn #erotic

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"You like him don’t you?" he asked, sitting back low in his seat and opening up his legs wide. He looked like the question was the funniest joke in the world.

"Who?" I glanced around the restaurant from behind my wine glass.

Across from me, he continued to have a shit-eating grin on his face.

"The waiter," he said through his teeth. He covered his mouth to stifle a big laugh.

"What the fuck are you talking about?" I knew exactly what he was thinking.

It was Christmas Eve. A few weeks earlier, he told me I should tell him one of my fantasies. Something I thought about when I was alone, maybe before I met him, even.

I made the mistake of telling him — somewhat as a joke — that I wanted to have a threesome with another guy. Now, every time we saw a hot-looking bartender or driver or personal assistant somewhere, Nate was trying to get me to ask him to join us for the night.

And here we were again. This time it was a Spanish-looking, lithe young guy, probably a little younger than me. He had joked with us about my choice of wine and we had a little conversation. He was the type who had come to Hollywood to be an actor but ended up bringing actors their dinner. Having a threesome with us was probably the closest he was ever going to get to fame. And from the way he looked at me, and the way he seemed taken in by Nate, I decided he was probably up for it.

"You like him, I know you do," Nate said. "Let me get him for you. Consider it a Christmas present."

"Please. Shut the fuck up. How are you going to ‘get him for me’ any way?"

"Easy," he said, leaning back.

"Nate, I already told you I don’t want to make things weird between us just because of some stupid fantasy I had when I was 16," I said.

"Why would it make things weird between us? I already know I fuck you better than anyone else ever would so why shouldn’t I just let you have your fun? Drink up. Drink up."

He gave me a look and got up from the table to whisper something in the cute waiter’s ear.

— 2 —

His name was Daniel and that’s pretty much all I got out of him. Nate told him to meet us at a swanky — and discrete — hotel and when he knocked on our door, it was clear Nate had already told him the rules.

I was perched on the edge of the bed, nervous but excited. I really had always wondered what this would be like, and I trusted Nate enough to know he knew what he wanted to do and how exactly this game should play out in his mind.

He escorted Daniel into the room like he was a talk show host greeting his guest.

"Daniel, this is Maria," he said with a dramatic flourish of his arm. "I told you about her fantasy about this and you know I always say people should live their dreams."

Nate shot me a wink and a grin and I rolled my eyes at him.

"So let me tell you how this is going to go down," Nate said, cracking his knuckles. "I’m going to tell you two exactly what to do and I’m only going to get involved at exactly what I think is the perfect, right time."

"Well, that’s not really what I had in mind, Ja…"

He cut me off with a “shhhhh.”

"Trust me. This is how it’s going to work."

He sat down in the big, cushy chair in front of the bed. Daniel and I eyed each other up and down and I smiled and tried not to fidget. Nate looked so pleased with himself. I decided I was happy with his choice of a random guy…Daniel was tan and clearly muscular under his white t-shirt. He was clean cut with dark hair and pretty much seemed like the antithesis of the rock n’ roll bad boy.

"Okay, strip."

Daniel eyed me and I nodded that it was okay. I stood up and then bent over to take off my strappy shoes, and by the time I was down, Daniel was naked in front of me. The view I had from below was delightfully surprising. He was just as excited as I was to see what was going to happen next.

Nate instructed us to kiss and then just go from there. The second this stranger’s warm skin touched me, I wasn’t sure if I should feel aroused or weirded out by the fact this was happening and not only was Nate watching this, but he was directing it like we were on a sound stage.

But then Nate started telling the guy exactly what I liked to make me comfortable. “Nibble on her ear a little, then grab her neck and pull her hair.”

"Now turn her around and push her down on the bed." I felt the combination of both Nate and Daniel’s hands on me at different moments when Nate thought he needed to demonstrate first what he wanted to see.

Before I knew it, he was telling this other guy, this admittedly hot stranger, to fuck me from behind.

"She’s ready," he said. "Turn her towards me so I can see her face."

I was kneeling on the bed, my head on the edge of the mattress. As I felt Daniel entering me, I stared Nate down. He stared right back at me intensely, narrowing his eyes a bit and then smirking.

"You like that, don’t you?" he said, putting his hands on his knees and rubbing them back and forth. "You always have been my little slut at heart."

I couldn’t stifle the moan. The sensations at my core and what Nate was saying and Daniel was doing to me was just too much to take. I was drowning and I didn’t know when I would ever come up for air.

"Yeah, see, I told you she likes that," Nate said offhandedly. "Keep your eyes on me, doll."

Then he looked up at Daniel. “Man, you need to go harder now.”

God, he really did know me too well. Daniel picked up the pace and I could feel myself right on the edge, ready to come.

Nate stood up and walked over to me, placing himself perfectly so his crotch was in my face. He unzipped his pants and freed himself, rubbing his erection on my lips. Without having to think about it, I opened my mouth for him.

It was hard to focus, especially since the wine was going to my head now. I was being banged fast from behind and stroking Nate with my tongue at the same time, struggling to remember to breathe.

"That’s it, that’s what you wanted, isn’t it?"

All I could see was his stomach and his veins. The guy whose last name I would never know stroked me harder and harder and moaned.

"That’s what you wanted."

I nodded to Nate, my eyes starting to water.

"Oh, God…" I cried out as my orgasm took me over. It wasn’t super intense though, more like the preview before the coming attractions. I shook and slowed down my movements as I could feel Daniel starting to break apart.

"God dammit," he said, and I think it was the only time he spoke. Nate’s cock was still in my mouth and I couldn’t even see anything when Nate told him his work here was complete for the night.

"She’s ready for me now, man, I will show her how it’s really done. You can take a shower if you want in the room next door. Happy holidays."

And just like that, he was gone, and I was still mid-blow job.

"I don’t really know if you can take it, maybe you need to rest up after all that whoring you just did."

I grunted a “no” at him and looked at him pleadingly. I wanted him to be the one to make me come so bad and to make me come hard.

"Well, okay, I guess you earned it because you didn’t bitch about my rules." He flipped me around so my back was on the bed and climbed on top of me, stripping off his pants in the process.

"On second thought, no, I don’t want to do this nice and sweet now," he said and pushed me roughly back over onto my stomach.

"But are you sure you can take it?" He pushed himself inside me hard, pressing against my ass. I pushed back, desperate for him.

He started to move against me, slow at first and then violently.

"Are you sure you can take it?" he said. "Answer me."

"Yes, I can take it, Nate, please…" I forced out. "Please, don’t stop fucking me ever."

The rest of the sounds that came out of me were unintelligible as my orgasm built inside me more and more, receding and then returning so powerfully until I didn’t think I could fight it off any more.

I was overcome with the shattering inside of me and I cried out, not caring that our guest in the shower might feel embarrassed by how powerfully I reacted to Nate versus him.

I didn’t have any strength left as Nate moaned and fell on top of me, pressing his stomach against my back, both of us dripping with sweat, his hair falling around my head.

"And that’s how it’s really done," he said. "Now clean yourself up so we can go home."