While this is happening, Blake picks up the robbers pistol, removes the bullets, throws them into the kitchen, lays the empty gun on the counter, then points his shotgun at the robber when I stand to release him, and tells him to lay face first down on top of his friend, the crybaby, and not move a muscle or he will blow their motherfucking asses away.
I tell Batman as I hook his leash back on his collar, pursue, and we rush the door. I snatch it open and his nose hits the concrete to track the two that escaped. As we race across the parking lot in hot pursuit and I yell out into the night, "SHOW YOURSELVES OR THE DOG WILL BITE." Guessing that they only ran as far as they could hide while they waited for their leader to kill the dog, I scan the area looking for other gang members who were stationed as lookouts. There is truth that there is safety in numbers, but tonight we are fortunate. Tonight, the only dudes who are outside are the original two who fled. When Batman starts to bark, they jump and flee again.
I yell again, but this time I tell them. "STOP OR I WILL RELEASE THE DOG AND THE DOG WILL BITE."
Neither shows signs of stopping so I disconnect Batman’s leash and give him the command to take them down. "GET THE MAGGOT."
This information makes them chance a glance behind to see how far away Batman is and when they see him stretched out and gaining on them faster than they can run away. They panic again. One robber trips on his own feet and takes a nasty tumble, rolling up before rolling over several times. The other one sprints away with his head back and face to the sky, pumping his arms for all he is worth. He looks like his ass it trying to out run his body and if this wasn’t so serious it would be comical.
Batman never slows down and runs right over the clumsy one as he continues chasing the last one down.
I yell at the runaway as I arrive to apprehend the dude on the ground, "STOP OR THE DOG WILL ATTACK!" I kneel on his neck while I quickly pat him down and tie him up with Batman’s leash. As I stand, I inform him. "If you flee again, I promise you, you’ll be Christmas dinner for the dog."
He starts to make excuses for why he did what he did, blaming everyone else.
"Save it, Shithead," I tell him as I turn away.
The last robber is scaling a 10-foot chain linked fence and barely misses getting his ass bit by a jumping Batman. He rolls over the top and lands on his feet. Then confident he has eluded the dog, takes off at a slower pace.
Batman runs back and forth at the bottom barking and raising hell until the dude starts to run, then he looks for a way through the fence. He spots it takes off.
I call again to the man when Batman is on the inside. "STOP NOW OR THE DOG WILL ATTACK!"
He looks back at me and sees Batman stretched out and gaining on him.
He takes off again and runs out of the light.
I scale the fence and follow Batman’s barking. When I arrive, I find my partner straddling the robber, fangs bared, with a leg arm in his mouth, growling, daring the dude to flee again.
But the dude has pissed himself and is crying like a baby.
8
As Batman and I enter the far side of the parking lot with our suspects in tow, I’m struck by how brilliant the red and blue lights from the cop cars light up the whole area.
It’s nice. Almost festive, I chuckle.
When we get closer, we are spotted and several uniformed officers rush out to meet us. They take the suspects in custody, handcuff them and officially place them under arrest.
I shake hands with the detective and give him a brief statement of what happened. He takes notes, then says that is exactly the way the other two witnesses relayed it. "Shouldn’t be an issue prosecuting them. You can come down to the station tomorrow to do the paperwork." He shakes my hand, then starts to grin. "I heard your 'Bah Humbug, Motherfuckers' was weaponized." He tries not to laugh and fails. "That’s fucking awesome, man."
"Yeah, it just happened." I laugh with him.
"Merry Christmas, Sergeant Scrooge. I won’t keep you any longer." He pats me on the arm. "It looks like you’re going to have a good one. I recognize her from Been Jammin’." He nods to where Laura is leaning against her car.
"Merry Christmas," I respond, then head to where Laura waits, but Blake spies us and intercepts us.
"Zane, Dude, I don’t know what to say."
"You don’t need to say anything. I was just doing my job."
"Thank you seems like a trivial thing to say, so I’ll add free pizza for life to it."
I laugh. "That’s not necessary, Blake. I’m just glad I was here and no one was injured."
"Lord, I am too." He leans over and tells Batman, whose eyes and ears are still on full alert. "And I’ll keep you supplied with hambones too."
I reach down and pat Batman. "Did you hear that, Batman? That sounds good, doesn’t it?"
He looks up at me and I swear he smiles.
Blake nods to the detective and says, "Merry Christmas, Zane."
I nod. "Yeah, man. You too." He walks away and I turn my attention to the woman waiting for me. As I approach, she pushes off the car, stands, and waits. Her eyes are glued to mine and my cock reaches out for her, guiding my steps.
Lanky Laura. Damn, she is beautiful. She is wearing a tight crop top with a scooped neckline that gives an eyeful of her beautiful tits. Her toned tummy is exposed by her low rise, skinny jeans. Her legs are long and her stiletto’s high. Fuck, she is fine. I grin as I picture her long waist and her long legs, wrapped around a pole with her dark brunette curls tossed in time to the music, then think of her wrapping that luscious body around me tonight. "Come here, baby girl." I open my arms and she steps in, lays her face on my chest and hugs me tight.
"I’m speechless." She says after a minute of just bonding. "You were amazing. The way you …."
My lips are kissing hers, putting an end to her words. One hand cups her ass and pulls her even tighter into my hard cock and the other slide up under those luscious curls and holds her head still. My tongue enters her mouth and demands her silence. She melts completely into me and I devour her. When I finally let her go, I tell her. "Speechless is the way I want to always make you feel."
"Zane, I was so scared, and then I wasn’t." She stares into my eyes like she can’t get enough of me.
Her eyes give me everything I’ve always needed and wanted. My heart rate slows down to a deep hard beat. "I was just doing what I was trained to do, but I wasn’t going to let anything happen to you."
She pulls my head back down and kisses me. The warmth of her flushed through me and it feels so right. Then I feel a nudge against our legs and I grin, ending the kiss. Her eyes are twinkling when she says, "Somebody else needs thanking too."
I look down at my partner and tell him. "We aren’t going to leave you out, Bruce Wayne. You did a good job tonight. Good dog!" I scratch his head between his ears.
Laura squats down and wraps him up in a big hug, goo-goo talking to him about being a hero and his eyes tell me he is enjoying her attention too. When she stands back up, she asks me. "So, would you like to spend Christmas with me?"
"I would love to," I tell her.
She holds her hand out. "Give me your phone and I’ll give you my address."
I pull it out and lay it in her hand. I wink at Bruce Wayne while we wait. "What time?"
She smiles as she hands it back to me. "I’m ready whenever you are."
"Shall I follow you home then?"
"Perfect."
I open her car door for her and enjoy the view of her body folding up to enter the car. I can’t wait to see that body naked and all balled up sitting on top my cock.
When Bruce Wayne and I are pulling out of the parking lot behind Laura, I talk to him. "You know, boy? This may just prove to be the best Christmas I’ve ever had. I’m thinking we could get used to having a good woman in our life. What do you think?"
He wags his tail, fanning the seat and barks once.
"I agree. She’s a keeper."
9
It
’s Christmas morning and I’m naked, handcuffed to a chair with white spotted leopard fabric lined, leather handcuffs, waiting for a personalized 'thank you for your service' lap dance from Luscious Laura. She is the only person in the entire world I trust and she convinced me that she could show me a future full of happiness if I would agree with being handcuffed. It didn’t take me but a second to agree.
"Comfortable?" She whispers in my ear from behind me. "I made sure the cuffs have enough space for you to move, but not escape." She walks around so I can see her. The look on her face is sensual and my cock begins to fill with lust. "Two fingers, right?" She asks as she inserts two fingers into her mouth and sucks and licks them for me.
"Damn." I grin.
She walks around to stand in front of me and leans over so I can see her cleavage, then she sticks those two fingers in my mouth. "Two fingers. That’s a good size." She tickles the roof of my mouth in a come here motion. "Umm, I like two fingers like this."
My tongue plays with her fingers and I demonstrate my skill against her fingers wanting her clit to tighten like my balls are doing.
"Oh, yeah. You and I are going to make this Holiday special." She pulls her fingers out and walks them over my skin as she moves behind me, telling me in a whispered, sexy, sultry voice. "This Christmas is going to be magical, Sergeant Scrooge. Before this day is through, I guarantee you will bellow 'Bah Humbug, Motherfucker’ again, but this time it will be because I have pushed you to your peak with your personalized Happy Holiday performance and you are ready to open your gift, receive my Christmas magic and explode into a whole other dimension of time and space where dreams really do come true."
My cock fills with her words. "Bring it on, Baby." Then I see her cocky ass walking away, I laugh. "Hurry. I’m ready to be filled with your Christmas spirit."
Sitting alone in her bedroom, I’m glad I decided to take a quick detour and drop Bruce Wayne off at Mike’s on the way over. It took a little extra time, but Batman might not like all the noises coming from the bedroom. I grin.
When I arrived, Laura met me with a Santa hat to wear, then asked if she could give me a Christmas present that would erase all the bad Christmases that I had before this one as a Thank You for saving her last night. Then she made me close my eyes and lead me inside. She took me to her living room and surprised me with. "I always decorate my house with snow. It’s the only time of year I miss it." When she let me look, her living room was decorated with just silver and white; walls, floor, wrapped presents, even her tree. It was beautiful and tasteful. But what I liked most was what she had done to the middle of the room. She had white vinyl tarps on the floor and a kitchen straight back chair with the white spotted leopard print handcuffs sitting on top. A huge bottle of baby oil sat in the middle with a big red bow on it. On the coffee table, she had a variety of toys laid out and she let me pick which ones I wanted to play with. My grin splits my face and I shift in the chair.
"Ready, Santa?"
"Ho, ho, ho," I answer.
"OH, you’re calling my name." She giggles.
10
When she walks back in, she is wearing a sexy Santa babydoll nightie with a matching g-string. Little jingle bells are threaded along it and they jingle softly as she struts in. The fabric is bright red but super sheer. I can see her rosy, red nipples, taut and tight.
Umm, they will be tasty.
The nightie is trimmed with a big strip of white, fluffy fur. As she struts her voluptuous assets to me, the edges of the fur float in the air as they tease her skin.
God, I know that tickles. I hope she rubs my dick with it.
She poses in front of me, squeezes her tits together, shakes the back and forth and says, "I thought a little Christmas music would be nice. I hope you like Jingle Bells."
"Jingle all the way," I smirk.
Then she turns around, cocks her ass to me, looks over her shoulder and says, "I’m going to make you dream of a White Christmas too."
Seeing that softness stuffed between her toned asscheeks activates my kink mode.
"I’m going to do more than dream of a White Christmas. I’m going to cream a White Christmas."
She laughs out loud and the sound is magical. Then she begins to tease me with her dance and I relax, enjoying the show. She dips her ass and flips her hair, dancing with moves that are seriously sensual. She is a professional, a pro, and now I know why she dances at Been Jammin’. Her body moves and flows, giving me all the eye candy I can stand. My cock responds to the mind fuck I’m getting, growing harder and harder.
I focus on the bright red lipstick applied to her perfect pouting lips. When she arrives, she bends over to kisses the top of my cock and I moan, "Merry, fucking, Christmas to me!"
She chuckles at my exclamation, momentarily losing her groove, then she starts again, moving her body against mine, dancing her desire against my skin until I’m so hot with passion for her, I rattle the cuffs against the chair. "Baby, unhook me. I’ve had enough naughty. I’m ready for the nice."
"Oooh, Baby, you’re too big a badass to get off that easy." She taunts me, teasing me, but she straddles my lap and lets my cock slip against her wet pussy as she grinds it without letting it inside.
"Have you been a good boy this year?" She whispers in my ear.
"I’m never a good boy." I grin at her. "I’m always bad."
"Bad to the bone?" She whispers in the other ear. "Let’s see."
I moan hard and long as she slips my cock inside her. "Fuck, you are like velvet," I tell her. "Uncuff me, baby. I got something you need."
She laughs. "I think I’m the one that has something you need."
"Hmmm. Yes, you do. I need you! I need all of you! I need to sink this throbbing missile deep inside your perfect cunt."
"Umm. Like this?" She asks as she drops her weight on me and shoves it inside all the way to the hilt.
"Oh, fuck me, YES!" I moan and strain, trying to free myself so I can pound her.
She gives me two full-on thrusts, then slides off and starts to dance again.
My balls are so full of cum, they have forced my legs apart to accommodate their size. She drops to her knees and starts to suck them.
"Oh, damn woman, that’s good. That’s really good."
"You like that?" She asks, looking up from them while she teases me with her tongue.
"I like that a lot!" I breathe in shallow pants watching her work.
She takes her hands and cups her tits; moving them against each other, she lets the sheer red fabric scrape against her tips and the white fur sink into her cleavage.
"Oh my god, Laura. Those are some kind of beautiful tits!"
She grins wickedly at my outburst. "Want to set these puppies free?" She asks me. Without waiting for my moan of consent, she slithers up my body and shoves my face between her orbs. My teeth find the little tiny bow, clamp down on it and pull. The fabric falls off and I turn my face to suck her perfection into my mouth. She lets me indulge myself with her tit, licking, flicking and slurping joyously while she grinds my cock again, hard and fast with the white fur between us. Then she arches and moans, "Oh, oh, oh, yes, yes, yes." When she slows down, she pulls her tit out of my mouth, then places sweet kisses on my cheeks and lips, and I realize she had an orgasm.
"Oh, baby girl, you’re a naughty elf." I tease her. "Santa’s gonna make you pay for playing with his toy without letting him operate it."
She giggles and says, "Santa’s toy is the best."
"You got that right. Santa’s toy comes with a satisfaction guaranteed clause. You just wait until he unleashes all the speeds for you. He’s going to prove it’s the biggest, baddest, best, fucking toy you’ve ever had. And he’s going to prove it over and over again."
"What’s the magic words?" She teases me.
"Bah Humbug, Motherfucker! I’m ready to unwrap my gift and pound my present until you receive all my magic. Then I’m going to explode into you, bringing us both into a whole other dimension of tim
e and space. I’m going to make your fucking dreams come true."
The End
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