Page 15 of Yule Tied Up

Kirill drops to his knees in front of me, wrestles down my sweatpants and panties, and tugs them off my feet. He pulls Tino’s fingers from my pussy—and I’m about to complain about the interruption—but he replaces them with his mouth. It’s hot and wet, and he knows exactly how to use his tongue, which I’m pretty sure is larger than the average—just like the rest of him.

Tino slides his hand to my ass. He uses the wetness from my pussy to lubricate my hole, and then pushes his finger inside. With Kirill licking my pussy and Tino fingering my ass, I’m seconds from coming. I hope they don’t keep trying to edge me.

Dom joins in the fun, pulling off my sweatshirt and then my t-shirt, before unclasping my bra. As it falls away, he stares at my breasts for a long moment. His gaze is so intense it feels as if he’s touching me, and my nipples tighten.

Palming my breasts in his big hands, he squeezes them and flicks his thumbs over my sensitive nipples. “I wonder if they could hold a light Christmas ornament,” he ponders.

I gasp as he pinches both nipples between thumb and forefinger, letting go and watching as they darken and harden.

Kirill stretches me once more by pushing two fingers inside me, still flicking my clit with his tongue. Tino pushes a second finger in my ass, too. It burns slightly, and I cry out, but I love the sensation of being completely impaled on their hands. I know they’re preparing me to take them.

Dom walks away and comes back, holding a silly Christmas hat. He places it on my head and then grabs a garland from the tree, wrapping that around my shoulders.

“Need some snow,” he muses. He walks to the refrigerator and returns a moment later, grinning, a can of whipped cream in his hand.

He proceeds to shake it and then squirt it all over my breasts.

He groans, “Snow-topped mountains with cherry tips.”

I moan in delight when he leans in and sucks a creamy nipple into his mouth.

“Great idea for dessert,” Tino says. “Let’s put some on her pussy, too.”

I squeak at that idea, but Dom is obviously down for it because he stalks into the bathroom and comes back with a huge towel, laying it on the floor before gesturing for me to lie down.

Kirill and Tino slide their fingers from me and step back, allowing me the space to get on the floor. My impending orgasm recedes once more. A small part of me is frustrated, but I also know, when the time comes, these guys are going to make me see stars. Besides, I’m going to love every second of getting there. What woman wouldn’t want to be worshipped by these three incredible men?

“On your back to start with, legs spread,” Dom orders.

The men are still clothed, and I’m naked, except for my hat and garland. It feels dirty and naughty, but in the best way.

“Part your legs wider,Kukla.” Kirill takes the cream cannister from Dom and kneels over me. He turns to Tino. “Spread her pussy lips wide. Let’s get her all creamed up.”

Tino kneels to one side and, using his fingers, bares my most intimate place to the three men. Kirill aims the nozzle at my clit and a spray of cold, thick cream hits it. I squeal at the shock of the cold, my hips bucking, and Kirill turns to Dom.

“Want to lick some off?” he asks.

Dom growls and pushes Kirill out of the way as he kneels between my legs. He flicks his tongue, and his warm caress against the cold cream is divine. He slurps and licks and sucks, and I’m panting by the time he’s done.

Kirill has walked back over to the fridge, and he returns holding a huge, juicy strawberry, with the green stem hollowed out and removed.

“Here,” he says to Dom. “Put this in her pussy, with some cream on top, and then move so I can eat it out of her.”

“Fuck me,” Tino groans.

Dom focuses on my hole and carefully works the narrow end of the strawberry inside me. He’s careful not to crush it, which I’m grateful for, as the last thing I want is to be filled with strawberry juice. Way to get a bladder infection. He only pushes it a little way in, and then squirts cream around it.

“Holy fuck,” Tino says. “I’ve got to photograph this. You need to see how you look, Duchess.”

He comes back a moment later with his camera and takes pictures. “That will be a nice memory to jerk off to.” He laughs and turns the camera around, bending down closer to show me the photograph.

It’s a close up of my spread legs, shaved pussy clear and obscene, a strawberry sticking out of me, and cream all around it in a pretty pattern.

“Let me fucking eat,” Kirill growls.

He sounds starving, as if he hasn’t just had a massive meal. He bends down, kneeling between my legs, and gently sucks the strawberry into his mouth, groaning around it before he eats it all. Then he licks up the cream, lapping at me, until it is all gone. I expect him to get up, but he doesn’t. He sucks my clit into his mouth and works me until my orgasm builds again. Then he stands and looks down at me as I pant in dismay at him not letting me come.

“What else can we stick inside our doll?” Tino’s eyes glitter, showing he’s excited about what’s unfolding.

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