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Tiffany Fallon's Christmas

Short story By: GlobeTwo
Erotica



Tiffany Fallon (born May 1, 1974 in Fort Lauderdale, Florida) was Homecoming Queen, senior Class President at her high school, and was Miss Georgia USA 2001. In 2004, she was photographed by Stephen Wayda for Playboy and was named Playmate of the Month for December. Her radiant smile, fantastic figure, and wonderfully flawless bottom made her the popular choice for Playmate of the Year for 2005.


Submitted:Dec 22, 2013    Reads: 868    Comments: 0    Likes: 1   


OK, screenwriters don't get much respect. In all the movies Hollywood makes about itself the scriptwriter is always a clownish figure or a loser; for sure, he never gets the girl. Screenwriters are routinely portrayed as grasping, desperate moral vacuums, willingly prostituting their art for movie riches. That's when they're not shown as hapless oafs who can't get laid in a whore house. OK, one of Hollywood's oldest jokes is about the actress so stupid she slept with the writer.

OK, so I'm a screenwriter. Don't go looking for my name on imdb though. And I've got a joke or two of my own. One is about the guy who spends twenty thousand bucks on film school so he can make two thousand bucks a year writing scripts.

The other joke is one you probably laughed at already because, if you're reading this, chances are you've watched some Playboy videos. OK, you guessed it; I wrote some of those videos. Yeah, go ahead and chuckle.

Ok, so now we're full circle, back to that joke about the actress so stupid she slept with the writer. Me, I was that writer. I had a little cubicle in a production office near the photo studio and when I wasn't writing the scenarios to the videos I was expected to do proof-reading and other boring jobs.

I probably would have quit except the publisher of the magazine found out I could play a mean game of backgammon. So once in awhile I was hanging out at the Mansion, I mean the cool part where all the girls were, except there weren't any girls to see. Just the old guy, sitting with a Pepsi on a tray and anxious to play his favorite board game.

OK, he was really into the game and we didn't talk much, if at all. Sometimes we played in complete silence, especially if he was winning. If he was not doing so well, which was rare, he would try small talk to distract me. So I was winning when he invited me to see a centerfold shoot.

"I understand that you write the videos."

"Yes sir," I said.

"They're terrible," he said flatly.

"Yes sir."

"Have you ever even seen a playmate?"

"No sir."

"Come with me."

A couple of minutes later we were in a studio watching work on the new Miss December. In Tiffany Fallon's centerfold she was in front of the Christmas tree, wearing a smile that said in a few moments somebody was really going to have some fun, and not with a new train set.

OK, given the class and sophistication of set up, I don't think there was a train set under the tree. Thirty-year-old Scotch seems more likely. I loved the way she stood grinning in her unbuttoned Tuxedo shirt with the rabbit head cufflinks. But, yeah, it was the perfect sculpting of her body, the shapely legs and wide hips, the narrow waist and flat belly and a navel like lips puckered up for a kiss, and yeah, it was those breasts, firm and round with hard pointy nipples that got me really interested in Christmas.

The publisher and I stood and I think the old guy was as turned on as I was. We ogled her silently while the lighting guys worked out some stuff; Tiffany just stood there, mostly naked and completely sexy.

"Do you have any ideas for a video for her?" the publisher finally asked.

"Yes sir."

"I mean something good.'

"Can I write a part for myself?"

"Just write a good video for a change. Let's meet her."

OK. So that's how I got to meet Miss December. The publisher led me over and the production manager immediately called a break. Tiffany was already slipping into a robe.

"Miss Fallon," the publisher said, "This young man thinks he can write a good video scenario for you. Maybe a Christmas theme?"

Tiffany arched her brows as if in doubt but the publisher ignored that. "I'll leave the two of you to discuss matters." Then he waddled away. The playmate looked at me skeptically. "You write the videos?"

"Yes ma'm."

"They're all so terrible."

"Yes ma'm."

"Well, if it's a Christmas story, don't write in any snow. I'm from the South. No snow."

"Well, as a matter of fact," I began, but the production manager interrupted.

"Tiffany, this is the caterer who made those little canapés you liked."

Tiffany squealed with delight and slipped her arm into caterer's. "Ooooh, I just love your work." She began to walk away from me and the two of them disappeared into her dressing room. A minute later there was some serious banging on the other side of the door, like an ass being slapped against it and I heard Tiffany's voice from inside, "Oooooo, I just love your work." OK, in LA the starlet will do the caterer before she does the writer.

OK then, I had to write myself into a video; so that's what I did and this is what we shot. And you know what? She did the fucking caterer? The caterer? I made sure there was snow in the shoot.

OK. Zoom in on a quaint New England town, so cold you can see the breath on everybody outside. Voice over: Winter came early that year. I had grown used to either having a green Christmas or there being just a thin dusting of snow by mid December. But already less than a week before Christmas we got dumped on by a big storm. Schools and businesses shut down that Wednesday while everyone dug themselves out. I got up early that morning and began shoveling the driveway. Thankfully it was the light and fluffy kind of snow, not wet and heavy. I began at the foot of our driveway and started working my way up to the house. I noticed that Tiffany had hired someone with a half-ton truck with a plough attached to clear her driveway. Unfortunately he had pushed a large pile of snow towards the walk leading to her door. [OK, the first thing they cut was the voice over but I'm the writer and this is my story. Think of it like the Director's cut only it's the Writer's cut. Or whatever]

OK. I had finished the driveway and had started clearing the walk when I noticed Tiffany emerge from her house. She was wearing jeans and a navy blue nylon jacket. In her hand was a red aluminum shovel with a wooden handle. The jeans were tight over her ass and the jacket was tailors so that her fine rack was emphasized nicely. She stopped half-way down her snow-covered steps when she saw me and waved.

"How do you like this weather?" she called out. "At least Santa will have snow for his sleigh next week," she joked.

I nodded, watching Tiffany push the snow from her steps. I walked across to her yard and stood in the knee-deep snow at the end of her walkway.

"You go back inside, Tiffany. I'll shovel this for you," I said.

Tiffany looked up from the snow-covered steps and smiled. The morning sun reflecting off of the ivory snow lit up her pretty face. Her blue eyes sparkled and her hair shimmered as the sunlight hit her. She looked lovely. When she squinted from the glare from the snow and smiled a little smile at the edges of her full lips. I noticed the way her cheeks rosy with the cold highlighted her smooth cheekbones and the delicate structure of her jawline.

"Thanks, but you don't have to do that, Nick. I need the exercise anyway," she said.

"No, you don't," I said with a smile. "Besides, I'm almost done over at my place. It won't take me long to do this."

Tiffany relented and leaned her shovel against the railing of her porch. "OK. Thank-you. But come inside after you're done," she said.

I watched Tiffany turn and go back inside, running my eyes over her firm, round ass and feeling my cock begin to stiffen.

It had been a long time since I had spent any time with Tiffany and I was eager to finish shoveling so I could join her inside. The snow was packed hard where the plough had pushed it into a pile and it took me longer than I had anticipated. I was glad that I had offered to do it for Tiffany. I knew she could have, but helping her appealed to what I considered to be my chivalrous nature.

As soon as I entered the back porch of Tiffany's house I could smell the aroma of chocolate chip cookies baking in the oven. I smiled, feeling like a kid again. I kicked my wet boots off and hung my jacket up.

"I'm baking cookies. It's been ages since you've had cookies over here." Tiffany was at the sink, washing a large white mixing bowl and utensils. [OK, they cut the dialogue and the whole thing played under some stupid Christmas music]

I nodded, unable to hold back my smile. "Yeah... your cookies were always the best. I miss them," I said.

"Well, they'll be ready in a while. Have a seat, Nick. You must be tired from all that work. Thank-you so much," Tiffany said, beaming me a wide smile.

"You're welcome. I would have been over here sooner if I had have known you were going to make chocolate chip cookies."

I listened to Tiffany's cheerful laugh and ran my eyes over her as she stood with her back to me at the sink. Her jeans hugged her hips and cushiony ass. She was wearing a burgundy fleece pullover that seemed a little small for her. As she scrubbed cookie dough that was caked on the bowl I noticed her delicious breasts shake a little. They pushed out at the soft material of her pullover. My eyes moved along their rounded contours to the outline of her left nipple. I could tell she was not wearing a bra and wondered if she enjoyed the feeling of the soft fleece teasing her stiff nipples.

"I better check on the cookies so they don't burn." Tiffany dropped the bowl in the soapy water and dried her hands off.

When Tiffany turned and walked to the stove I followed her with my eyes. For a few glorious seconds I was treated to a perfect view of her heart-shaped ass when she bent over to take the cookie sheet from the oven. She placed it atop the stove and turned to face me.

"I haven't baked cookies for anyone besides myself in a long time. I'm glad you're here to help me eat them. Lord knows I don't need to put on any more weight than I already have."

Tiffany frowned as she tossed her pot holder on the counter. I was thinking about her comment and eying her, but was too shy and nervous to make a remark. When Tiffany noticed me looking her over she smiled.

"It's OK -- you can agree with me, Nick. I won't be mad," she said with a rueful look on her face.

"No, I wasn't thinking that at all. To tell you the truth, I was thinking that you look good," I said, although I feared that I had been too honest.

"You were always such a polite kid, Nick. I always knew you'd grow up to be a gentleman," Tiffany remarked. She smiled and her eyes regained the luster they had when she was outside.

"Thanks," I said.

Tiffany let out a sigh as she sat down at the table to my right. "It's encouraging to know there are good men out there; it gets kind of lonely at holiday time," she lamented.

I let out a nervous laugh, although her compliment pleased me. "Don't give up; you'll meet a nice guy," I said, trying to sound encouraging.

Tiffany let out a soft laugh, then gave me a teasing smile. "Maybe I will for Christmas," she remarked.

"You mean Santa or one of his elves," I joked.

"What I meant was …well I noticed that you had a crush on me." Tiffany gave me a shrewd smile.

Instantly I felt myself blush and turned my eyes from Tiffany. When she noticed my rosy cheeks and the abashed look on my face she frowned.

"Oh... Nick, don't be embarrassed. I thought it was cute how you used to follow me around and look at me like you did," she said, seeming happy as she recalled those days.

I was still blushing, so when Tiffany got up and began putting the cookies in a tin box I was relieved to have her not looking at my expression anymore.

"There's milk and Pepsi in the fridge. Help yourself," she said, turning her head towards me.

I brought the bottle of Pepsi from the fridge and poured myself a glass.

"Could you get me one too, please?" Tiffany asked. "If I'm going to break my diet today I may as well go whole hog," she added.

"You don't need to diet, Tiffany." I handed her a glass of Pepsi, then took a cookie from the tin. I smiled as I began chewing and savoring the familiar taste I had not enjoyed for a long time.

"That's easy for you to say. You don't need to lose weight," Tiffany replied. She bit into a cookie, sucking on it for an instant as her eyes met mine.

"And neither do you," I retorted.

Tiffany and I were standing at the counter, almost a yard apart. After I made my comment I realized that my eyes were roaming over her curves, lingering on her chest and ass. Once I stopped myself from ogling her I discovered that she had a smirk on her face.

"Still the same old Nick I see," she teased, grinning.

I smiled, not needing to ask what she meant. My erection was growing and pushing out at the front of my jeans. "That's 'cause you're still the same," I countered.

"Oh, I don't know. There's more of me now," Tiffany replied.

"Yeah... and right where there should be." I was becoming quite horny and enjoying the risqué talk with Tiffany. I took another glance down to her chest.

Tiffany smiled as her eyes followed mine. She straightened her back slightly. It was then that I noticed how hard her nipples had become. They were thick and protruding from her pullover very noticeably now. Her sizable breasts strained the fabric so their proportions were obvious.

"You're making me feel very guilty right now, Nick." Tiffany sounded timid, but she still had a faint smile on her face.

"Why's that?"

"Because I'm feeling awfully naughty," she explained.

"So you think Santa might be watching."

"We might put on a show for him," she teased with a sexy giggle.

I smiled, stealing another look at Tiffany's bustline. "Yeah... a big one," I said, noticing that I sounded as horny as I was.

"How big?" Tiffany's voice was softer now and slightly huskier.

"About a C-cup..." I retorted, darting my eyes up to hers.

When Tiffany let out a burst of laughter at my remark I noticed her breasts quiver from beneath her pullover. "Good guess, Nick," she answered with a wink.

There wasn't a sound in the kitchen for several seconds and the air was thick with sexual tension. I could feel my cock throb and wondered if Tiffany was getting turned-on, or just having fun teasing me. When her soft voice broke the silence my heart began to pound as I listened to her speak.

"If I let you play with my... toys... do you promise to never tell a soul?" Tiffany's voice faded out as she gave me a wary look.

"I know... no... I'd never breathe a word of it to anyone, Tiffany," I vowed.

"Come here..."

Tiffany tugged at my hand and brought me into the living room. She stopped a few feet in front of the couch, still holding my hand. Her touch was soft and gentle and fed my arousal. She took a step closer and I felt the back of her hand graze my left thigh.

"I've seen you staring at them sometimes when out doing chores," Tiffany said in a hush.

I gave her a guilty nod and a smile.

"It made me wet..." Tiffany blushed and lowered her face, smiling.

"Like now?" I asked.

Tiffany nodded without looking up at me. She sucked on the corner of her bottom lip and gave my hand a squeeze.

When I slipped my right hand under her pullover Tiffany never resisted. Her stomach was soft and smooth as I glided my fingers over its curve. I felt her quiver beneath my trembling hand as she began breathing faster. When my fingers stroked the underside of her left breast she gave a quiet gasp and looked down. Her tongue darted out and she sucked on her bottom lip. When I pinched her thick nipple and gave it a gentle tug she moaned and grabbed my hips.

"No one has played with them in so long... that feels so good, Nick," she breathed.

I slowly began tugging Tiffany's pullover up. She watched as I uncovered her beautiful body, but said nothing. Once I had exposed her breasts she gave me a nervous look. Her breasts were lovely. They hung down slightly, but retained their nicely rounded shape. I licked my lips as I stared at her light brown nipples and large areolas.

"God... you're beautiful, Tiffany," I said, not taking my eyes off her bared torso.

"Thanks... I hope you're not disappointed. I mean, you've wanted to see them for a while, haven't you?" Tiffany gave me a shy smile.

"Oh yeah..."

I cupped Tiffany's heavy breasts in my hands and began kneading them and rubbing her swollen nipples. She swayed her hips a bit and closed her eyes while I fondled her.

"Suck on them..." she urged, cupping the back of my head in her hand.

Tiffany's nipple felt thick between my lips. I sucked and tugged at it, then swirled my tongue around it, listening to her sexy moans. My mouth moved from one nipple to the other as I held as much of her breasts in my hands as I could. Tiffany was holding onto my shoulders now. Her breathing was rapid and I was surprised by how turned-on she was. When I pinched her right nipple between my teeth and gave it a slight tug she cried out, digging her nails in my shoulder.

"Oh shit... we better stop, Nick... I'm sorry, but... oh god, that felt too good..."

Tiffany was pushing at my shoulders. I backed away and frowned.

"Sorry..." I mumbled.

"No... don't be, Nick. It... it was great... I think I had a mini-gasm..." Tiffany let out a titter and grinned. She tugged her pullover down, then kissed my cheek. "If I didn't stop you now I would be begging you to fuck me in another few minutes," she breathed into my ear.

"Would that be so bad?" I smiled at Tiffany and ran my hand over her back.

"It would be wonderful -- that's the problem," she said.

I gave her an understanding nod. "I should get back home. I have a little shoveling to finish," I said.

Tiffany followed me to the door, watching as I put my boots and jacket back on.

"Nick, I hope this is OK," she said.

I nodded as I zipped my jacket up. "Oh for sure... it's OK, Tiffany," I said, giving her a reassuring smile

"Good." Tiffany came over and kissed my cheek. "I loved it, Nick -- maybe too much and it sort of scared me. But I'm going to be tempted from now on."

I gave her a look of surprise and a wide smile. "Really?" I blurted out.

"Yes, but I can't make any promises and I don't want to tease you. Do you understand?"

"Yes," I said with a brisk nod and smiled.

"Good. Now get home before I drag you back into the living room."

I gave Tiffany a quick kiss on the cheek, then left.

That Saturday afternoon I noticed Tiffany struggling to get a Christmas tree from the trunk of her car. I pulled my boots on and grabbed my jacket. I would have helped her regardless, but any reason to spend more time around her was a good one. I hurried out the door.

"Can I give you a hand with that?" I called out as I approached Tiffany.

She looked up and pushed her hair out of her face. "I think you might have to," she said. "It went in there easily enough, but now it doesn't want to come out."

"It must be a male tree," I said with a grin.

Tiffany laughed and shot me a flirtatious smile. "I can't wait to decorate my tree," she said.

I tugged the spruce from the trunk of Tiffany's car and stood it up by the butt. "Where do you want me to put it?" I asked.

"You mean the tree, right, Nick?" Tiffany still had a teasing smile on her face.

"Yes," I grinned, feeling my cock begin to stiffen.

"I figured I'd better make sure, to avoid an embarrassing situation," she joked. "If you could bring it in to the living room, that would be great," Tiffany said.

I picked the tree up and followed Tiffany inside. I did my best to try not to stare, but as we were taking our coats and boots off I couldn't help but run my eyes over her body. Tiffany was wearing a denim skirt that came down several inches past her knees and a blue knit cardigan. It was tight and the top three buttons were undone, giving me a view of her upper chest and a bit of her cleavage. I was glad to be able to stand behind the tree so she could not see the growing bulge in my jeans.

When we got into the living room I noticed two large boxes containing Christmas decorations. To my left I saw where Tiffany had moved a table and chair aside to made room for the tree against the wall.

"Where's the holder? I'll help you set it up," I said.

Tiffany rummaged around one of the boxes, searching for the Christmas tree holder. I stared at her ass as she bent over. Once she found the tree holder she placed it on the floor where she wanted it. I sat the tree in it and held it while Tiffany tightened the clamps to the tree trunk. She was kneeling at my feet so I was able to see down her cardigan a ways. Her firm, round breasts were held in a pink bra that I could see the edges of. They jiggled as she moved. Watching them move made my cock even harder, but now I hoped she would notice. When she finished with the holder she looked up and stared at the bulge in my jeans, then smiled.

"I see you're in the Christmas spirit already," Tiffany said as she lifted her eyes to mine.

"I'm in the Tiffany spirit." I extended my hand to her and she took it so I could help her to her feet. I pulled her to me and slipped my left arm around her waist.

"Be good, or you'll end up on Santa's Naughty List," she said.

"I don't care. It would be worth it," I said.

Tiffany's stomach was pressed against my hard shaft and her hands were on my waist. I pressed on her lower back, pulling her tighter to me until her breasts touched my chest. I looked down at them and smiled.

"Your toys look good today," I remarked.

"It's an optical illusion," she said with a laugh.

"I better check to be sure."

As I slowly reached for a button on Tiffany's cardigan she watched my hand move, but did not stop me. One by one I unbuttoned the cardigan, then pulled it open wide. Her bra was silky and pushed her breasts up into two firm mounds. I ran my fingertips of my right hand over them, teasing and stroking them until I noticed her nipples rising out at the silky pink material of the front panels. When I bent down to give each a kiss Tiffany chuckled.

"Your whiskers tickle," she said.

I pursed my lips and drug them over her tender, sensitive flesh once more. Her breasts rose and fell as her breathing grew a little more rapid.

When I slid Tiffany's cardigan off of her shoulders she let her arms go limp at her slides. I pulled it off and let it fall to the floor behind her. Her heavy breasts gave a slight bounce as I tugged her bra down to free them. I ran my fingertips up the sides of them and down over her nipples, watching them thicken. Tiffany closed her eyes and let out a soft moan.

"Can we sit down?" she asked, looking over at the couch.

Tiffany led me by the hand over to the couch. I sat down to her left and draped my arm around her waist, pulling her to me until her hip was pressed against me.

"God, you're sexy," I said as I ran my eyes over her.

Tiffany gave me a modest smile as she ran her hand up and down my arm. "Thanks," she said. "You've become a great looking guy yourself, Nick."

When I leaned closer and kissed her Tiffany was visibly surprised. She recoiled slightly, then smiled. When I pressed my lips to hers again her mouth opened to receive my tongue. I slid my hand up to cup her right breast as we continued to kiss. She moaned into my mouth as I pinched her hard nipple and gave it a tug. I sucked on her bottom lip and gave her breast a hard squeeze, making her softly moan again.

"Did you ever think we'd ever be doing this?" she asked.

"No, but I fantasized about it a lot," I admitted.

Tiffany laughed. "Like after you went home after spending time here..." she surmised with a foxy smirk.

"Yeah. Especially since you're Miss December; every time I see you I see you in your centerfold."

"I know where your mind is -- naughty boy," she taunted.

"You do?"

"Yes, of course," she said.

When I placed my hand on Tiffany's right knee and slid it up the inside of her thigh she reached down and held my wrist, giving it a gentle push. I stopped moving my hand but kept it on the inside of her thigh.

"Let me touch it," I said, almost begging.

Tiffany gave me a nervous look. She was still holding my hand, but not pushing on it. Her cheeks were flushed and her breathing had accelerated. When I bent down and ran the tip of my tongue around her left nipple, then pinched it between my lips and pulled at it, she moaned.

"That feels so good, Nick," she sighed, running her hand up my arm.

I kissed Tiffany's neck and nibbled at her ear as I stroked the inside of her thigh, inching my fingers higher. She tilted her head to her right, baring her neck to me. I dragged my tongue over it, nipping at it with my teeth. When I moved my hand higher up the soft inside of her thigh she spread her legs wider.

"Can I touch it?" I breathed into her ear.

"If you don't, I will," Tiffany said, then grinned.

"When was the last time you played with it?" I asked.

"Last night..." Tiffany's eyes were shut and her moist lips were closed tight.

"What did you think about?"

"You... what we did before..." Tiffany's hot breath washed over my neck as I licked her ear and nipped at her neck.

"How many times have you played with yourself since then, Tiffany?"

"I... I don't know... a lot... but I did... I didn't come those times."

"Show me," I said.

"What?" she asked, opening her eyes and turning her head towards me.

I kissed her moist lips, tugging her bottom one between mine. I slid off of the couch and ran my hands up her thighs to her panties. I hooked my fingers in them. She lifted up, allowing me to slide them down. They were white with lace trim and damp. I pulled them over her feet and pressed them to my face to breathe in her musky scent.

"Show me what you did last night, Tiffany." I was kneeling at her feet and running my fingers up and down her smooth calves.

"No one has ever seen me do that," she said in a timid voice.

"You're beautiful and sexy... I want to watch you for a while... please."

Looking bashful, Tiffany slipped her right hand under her skirt. I ran my hands up her thighs. pushing the hem of her skirt towards her waist. Her bush was jet black and quite thick. She covered her mound with her palm and looked at me.

"I never expected this to happen -- not today anyway," she said, sounding embarrassed.

I took her hand and eased it away from her wet pussy. Her full lips glistened with her juice. I ran my thumb over them. She moaned and slid forward on the couch. When I pressed down on her clit with my thumb and began rubbing it up and down she writhed a little.

"Oh god... Nick," she moaned as she arched her back.

I squeezed Tiffany's ass in my hands and bent down closer to her juicy pussy. When I ran my tongue over her lips to her clit she cried out and grabbed me by the head, pushing my mouth against her. I pushed my tongue in her as my nose hit her pink button. I could taste her sweet nectar and feel it begin to run down my chin.

"Shit... that feels wonderful, Nick," she said in a series of heavy breaths.

I slid a finger deep in Tiffany and began sucking on her clit. I felt her squeeze my finger hard as she came, thrusting her hips up to meet my finger and probing tongue. When she came for the second time my mouth and chin were covered with her tasty juice. I licked my lips as I looked up at her and smiled. Her eyes were closed and she was running her fingers over her dripping pussy, spreading her juice around.

I pulled my t-shirt off and dropped it to the floor. When I laid Tiffany down on her back on the couch and unzipped my jeans she knew what I wanted. She reached up and held my wrist as I began tugging at my jeans.

"Let's go upstairs," she suggested.

I got up and pulled at Tiffany's hand, bringing her to her feet. I zipped my jeans again and fastened the button as I watched her breasts sway and jiggle when she stood up. I pulled her to me and kissed her, letting her taste her juice on my lips. She licked her lips and smiled. I held her hand and began walking up the stairs with her.

Once we got to Tiffany's bedroom I pushed the door open and brought her inside. Despite being as horny as she was, I could tell she was also nervous. I was too. I smiled and cupped her chin in my hands and softly kissed her wet lips, then brushed her hair back over her shoulders.

"I've wanted you for so long," I told her.

Tiffany smiled. Even though she had known that for a long while she still seemed pleased to hear me say it. I reached around her and undid the button on her skirt, then unzipped it. With a gentle tug it slid over the curve of her hips and down her legs till it was around her feet. She stepped out of it, supporting herself on my shoulders.

"Aren't you a little over-dressed for the occasion?" she joked, toying with the button of my jeans.

I smiled and let my arms go limp at my sides, signaling for her to undress me. Tiffany seemed slightly nervous as she unzipped my jeans, but when she pulled them down and saw my hard cock tenting my underwear she smiled. After giving me another shy glance she slid my underwear down, tugging the waistband away from me to free my cock. It rose and swelled until the mushroom-shaped head was pointing up towards her.

"I love it," she said, staring at my shaft.

I took Tiffany's hand and urged her to wrap her soft fingers around my cock. She gave it a squeeze, then a few slow strokes.

I stepped out of my underwear and jeans then kicked them aside. I could feel my cock bob and sway as I moved. Tiffany's wide eyes never left it, even when I tugged at her wrist, bringing her over to her bed. I laid back on it, drawing her down beside me. I kissed her mouth and moved between her soft legs. She opened them for me and bent her knees.

"I'm not on The Pill or anything, so you'll have to --"

"I know... it's OK," I reassured her. "I'll be careful."

Tiffany smiled and I heard her let out a faint laugh. "I don't know if I want Santa to see this," she said with a smile.

I ran my hands up Tiffany's smooth thighs to her hips. I gripped them harder as the head of my cock slid into her wet pussy. She felt hot and tight. As my rod sank deeper into her she moaned and squeezed me harder deep inside her. When I began thrusting my hips and working my cock in and out of her she closed her eyes and arched her back, letting out a louder moan.

"You feel so good, Nick..." she sighed.

I reached up and squeezed her left breast, kneading it and pinching her nipple as I worked my shaft faster in her tight walls.

"You look so sexy when you're horny," I told her.

Tiffany smiled and ran her hand up and down my right thigh. "I haven't been this horny in so long," she said in ragged breaths. "Fuck me harder, Nick... please."

That was all the encouragement I needed. Holding onto Tiffany's hips I lifted her from the bed a ways and began pumping my cock harder and faster. She reached down and began rubbing her clit. Our moans and cries of pleasure filled the room. I could feel her juice coating my balls and running down them. Tiffany rubbed her swollen clit and squeezed her left breast while I fucked her hard, watching her writhe beneath me.

When Tiffany came I felt her grip my cock harder. The feeling was wonderful, but it brought me closer to orgasm -- too close for me to remain inside her. Tiffany watched as I slid my cock from her dripping pussy. My shaft was shiny and wet with her juice. I began stroking it, watching her play with herself.

"Come on me, Nick... I want it all over me," she moaned.

I moved closer to her, just as the first rope shot from my swollen cock. It splashed over her breasts and chin. Tiffany moaned again. She began smearing my wad over herself, not stopping as I sprayed her with three more streams of my thick seed. It landed on her hand and stomach. She began spreading it over herself, stopping briefly to taste it on her fingers.

Tiffany was still caressing her breasts and rubbing my stuff over them and her stomach when I rolled over beside her. I kissed her cheek. It was hot and red, much like mine felt. She turned her head towards me and smiled.

"You're a wonderful lover." Tiffany ran her fingertips down my cheek to my lips.

"That's because I had a wonderful partner," I told her.

"Hold me," Tiffany said, cuddling-up to me.

I wrapped my arms around Tiffany and pulled her close, feeling our juices on her soft, warm body. I kissed her forehead as I stroked her back.

"Cut," the director called out and Tiffany scrambled into a robe and disappeared into her dressing room.

The actor playing Nick strolled over to me while putting wrapping a towel around his waist. "Hey, man," he called out to me, "How 'bout writing a scene where I do her in the ass?"

I sighed and picked up a pencil.

OK. You really didn't think they'd let the writer play himself, did you? Merry fucking Christmas.





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