NAUGHTY ACCIDENTS ON THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS: (The throb of ecstasy)
by Yoru Lamourfou
An erotic mistake
Yoru clapped her hands together and laughed, embarrassed at her own forgetfulness. How could she forget to put on panties?
She and Dr. C were in the great dance hall of Second Life's popular BDSM club, the venerable but infamous House of V, when he told her she could open her present. Twas the night before Christmas, and Yoru was thrilled, but instead of stopping to put on her panties like a "proper" lady should, she had impetuously jumped into his arms, wrapped only in her silk robe. She couldn't help herself, she wanted to kiss him in thanks, but it was a mistake. An erotic mistake.
As she clung with her nails embedded in the ebony skin of his neck with one hand, she clutched her Christmas present with the other. In her excitement her right sleeve had slipped off her shoulder, revealing the smooth skin of her upper arm and a single, glowing, pale breast. The pink nipple puckered, awake and anticipating affection.
"What's is it?!" she demanded, shaking the oblong present sideways. It was wrapped in pure gold paper and felt light, obviously a dress box. "Is it that red Latina salsa dress? With the sleeves that fan out..." she motioned, spreading her shapely, naked arm and curling her red-tipped fingers in a delicate circle, her eyes twinkling delight, the escaped breast wagging voluptuously below.
"You'll see," Dr. C said, and pointed for her to change right there in front of the Christmas tree. "Open it here," he said, "so you'll be close to a nice dance floor if you need one..."
She needed no more prodding. That sentence alone had made her wet. Ripping the expensive wrapping paper off the box, she lifted out the same purplish-red, hot salsa dress she knew he was going to buy for her. Shyly, she turned around, presenting her back to him, intending to modestly strip off her skintight robe and change into the pretty dancing dress. Her intended modesty backfired when she noticed that by turning away from his eyes, she exposed herself to the hungry eyes of a great many guests in the ballroom.
The first accident
She remembered in the same moment that she had forgotten her panties and bra, so she hurried so as not to draw attention to her nudity in that large, bustling dancehall. In her frenzy to strip off quickly, Yoru’s arms got hung up in the clasps of the tight-fitting, gauze robe.
She tried wiggling out of the flimsy garment with her arms above her head, but she was locked at her elbows, her arms entwined with the sheer silk and long strands of her disheveled, black hair. Her breasts, now both free to sway as she jerked her arms helplessly, stretched upward, taut, but still fell lusciously together, complimenting with their sensual, curving, fleshy, female abundance the neatly trimmed, swelling pubic mound of her pussy below. In her embarrassment, she no longer cared that her fellow ballroom guests had stopped dancing to gaze at her nude body. They were riveted by her struggle, uttering not a word, breathless as they luxuriated in Yoru's sensual, completely unexpected capture, nude, in public.
The second accident
But this was a Christmas present, a dress made for dancing, and Yoru was determined to free herself of her bunched-up robe. She tottered out onto the floor with the desperation of a ballerina princess throwing herself into the embrace of an enemy warrior on the walls of her failing fortress. The immobility of her arms contrasted with the supple strength and shapeliness of her legs, her thighs firm and glistening with sweat. She crouched athletically and spread her legs wide, unintentionally spreading her entire pussy to view. She noticed it and without warning jumped high into the air, hoping the drastic movement would extract her from of the iron grip of the tangled garment. That was when the second accident happened.
Everyone in the club gaped entranced at the erotic dancer, at first thinking they were witnessing a sadistic comedy, only to watch it change to a scene of horrific humiliation as Yoru's desperate leap forced her off balance and pitched her backwards, landing her high in the giant, prickly Christmas tree, where she hung, suspended.
Unhappy Yoru dangled by the gauze material around her elbows and wrists, held fast by hundreds of pine needles and pointy Christmas ornaments. Her arms were now pulled taut, straight up, and she remained inextricably tangled in the silky sleeves, completely naked except for a string of silver tinsel that had slithered down her neck. She writhed and bucked, and luckily she was still able to cross her thighs and partially hide her exposed pussy. This modest, defensive crouch, with her bare legs drawn up and heels glistening silver, sharp points turned outwards, pale breasts heaving...
...well, it was too much for Dr. C to resist.
Yoru had closed her legs thinking to hide her pubic hair, but was not prepared to withstand the muscular grab of a powerful man like Dr. C. Men being aggressively masculine had always pleased her, but still it was a little disconcerting that she couldn't move her arms when he viciously shoved open her legs. Besides, the colorful Christmas tree, now decorated with Yoru, was right in the middle of the dance floor. The embarrassment!
And so you see, Yoru's hasty jump for a kiss without first pulling on panties had unforeseen erotic consequences.
At that moment, she involuntarily slipped into a state of blissful pleasure. Everything had converged in her mind and she realized she was going to live this love sequence to the full. All the elements of a deeply satisfying experience had presented themselves to her libido, which promptly took over. She was giving Pussy. The scene unfolding in the middle of the dance floor had taken the club officers by surprise, and their inaction had the erotic result that it allowed the dangling lovers to become the main attraction in plain sight of everyone.
The throb of ecstasy
And indeed it was a deeply satisfying show. The Doctor responded as he had never done in his life. He had often made love with her mercilessly, but this time her immobility, hanging in the tree like a living ornament, legs kicking impotently to either side of him, served to increase the depth and effectiveness of his penetration. There was no chance whatsoever of him pausing, and no thought of keeping their earthy emotes quiet in the crowd. He clung to her in the tree, his feet no longer touching the floor. And the embarrassing truth was that her public humiliation threatened to last all night, because Dr. C had achieved, also presumably as a result of the defenseless, dangling Yoru, a state of involuntary, endless throbbing without ejaculation. It had never happened to him before, and she likewise had never see a man in that state of nirvana.
But really it was very curious, his cock throbbing like that, almost as if he were in sync with the Christmas lights as they blinked among the dark green forest branches where Yoru found herself a prisoner. The throbbing of his agonized manhood mesmerized his entire body, and his eyes blinked, dazed at the blazing, multicolored lights, the blinking bouncing off of his woman's equally glazed eyes, and as each color surged bright and dimmed and another took its place, it washed over her face, red passion giving way to insane purple to cool blue to flaming yellow to the sky blue fury of a blowtorch. Yoru's multifaceted character was laid bare for all to see as she came and came, her moans revealing her soul. His throbbing steadily increased until it reached a plateau of frequency that amounted to, well, what else can one call it? Ecstasy. It occurred about one pulsing cockthrob to a heartbeat, Yoru felt it clearly, deep within her. And it did not stop, this awesome throb of her man, and she realized she had learned a new erotic ability of all men.
Lucky boys! You are capable of an unending throb of ecstasy.
The third accident
The firm hold the Doctor had on her thighs slipped at last due to the wetness squirting from Yoru's pink pussy. Her body jolted with another orgasm, and he lost his grasp, barely hanging on to the tree. His sudden withdrawal released a small flood of fragrant fluids from her pussy in an almost horizontal trajectory that landed, splashing, precisely in a gush on the the massive Christmas tree's light sockets.
That, as you have guessed, was the third accident.
Like an erotic Christmas carol
The lights popped, crackled, flashed, and short circuited, and in the blink of an eye the bright spectacle of love in the middle of the club turned to utter darkness, and the music stopped. The guests gasped and were silent. Curiously, this catastrophic end of the party propelled the Doctor instantly back up the tree and onto Yoru in a total mind and body fuck, throbbing, cumming still.
Only Yoru's sobs of pleasure reverberated through the hushed, darkened club, ringing up to the mezzanine and into the rafters like an erotic Christmas carol.
