Arthur & Lori's First Christmas

’Twas the day before Christmas, and all through the dorm, not a creature was stirring, with no mice to be found. Lori Boudreaux was the last person left in Roosevelt dorm. After finals, most had gone home to celebrate the semester break and the holidays with their families.

Her roommate Kelly? She’d gone to spend the holidays with her family. She texted every day, though, and her socials kept everyone up to date on what she was cooking, sewing, or crafting. Her brother Declan had won their annual Gingerbread House contest that year. However, Lori still thought Kelly’s re-creation of the Roosevelt building was more impressive than his silly minimalist entry.

Her boyfriend Arthur? He also left the dorms the weekend after finals, returning to stay with his parents. He invited Lori to come with him, to live with him and his folks for the break, but she’d declined. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to spend the time with him; she did, but she didn’t know if she could handle his mom over the holidays.

Deb was a wonderful woman. She was. And she was surprisingly supportive of Lori and Arthur’s relationship. She was welcoming, warm, and always willing to support Lori in whatever she wanted to do.

Considering becoming a pre-law major? Lori would be great at that! And it would allow her to work to reform the foster system she was so passionate about. It was a fantastic idea, and if Lori wanted, Deb could let her friend Mari know that a bright young lady needed a law mentor.

Becoming a theater major? She’d be great at that, too! And there were plenty of theaters in Crofton where she could get her start. In fact, if Lori wanted, Deb could contact a theater where Arthur used to work as an usher and see if they had any advice for getting started in the industry professionally.

What about quitting school and raising a family with Arthur instead? That was always a valid option! Arthur would make plenty of money once he had his degree, and with his connections, they could afford a modest lifestyle in the suburbs for a while or live with Deb and George until they were ready to start a family! She wouldn’t mind having any grandbabies close by.

Lori knew she should be grateful. Deb was wonderful, but in many ways, her unflagging support for whatever Lori wanted to do, without any attempt to control Lori’s decisions, creeped her out. The woman wanted a daughter that was clear, and she was very excited to have a potential daughter-in-law. No pressure.

Lori swallowed, the smothering pressure of Deb’s attention pressing against her. Weekly coffee dates? She was dating Arthur, not his mother. They’d met twice, though, since Thanksgiving for coffee in a little shop near campus.

After finals, Lori joined Arthur and his parents at Frenchy’s, where they took him to celebrate his first semester of straight As. They were proud of him, and it was adorable, but the prices on those menus had reinforced to Lori how different their lives had been. Lori couldn’t imagine spending that much money on a single plate of food. It was delicious, and the appetizer Arthur ordered was addicting. Her mouth watered just remembering it. But God above. Between the food, the wine his parents ordered, the appetizers, and desserts? That money could have fed her for months growing up. It was ridiculous.

And now it was Christmas Eve, and Deb Clarke refused to allow Lori to spend Christmas alone in her dorm. Lori was grateful for that, in her way, but nervous. Arthur had talked for an hour about how great his parent’s big posh Christmas Eve parties were. He had a lot of happy memories from childhood that centered around Christmas and the parties, the food, and the presents.

Lori could count the number of Merry Christmases she’d had on one hand. Those were at the generosity of parents who either wanted her to be their kid but couldn’t make it so or pitied her for her situation. Sometimes, she even got to keep the gifts she’d been given when she changed houses.

None of that mattered, though. This Christmas would be great. She was going to spend it with Arthur, and if she had her way, they wouldn’t leave his bedroom until late Christmas morning. She even had a little pre-party surprise prepared if he arrived on time to pick her up.

She sighed. She’d been willing to drive, but no. Arthur insisted on coming and picking her up. His gallantry knew no bounds, saving Lori from the gas bill that would otherwise take a considerable chunk out of her account with her gas-guzzling pickup truck.

Lori checked her messages. The last one from Arthur just said: Traffic. He must have been in gridlock to have texted at all. The clock said he was already two hours late and counting. She sighed and put her phone away.

Lori Boudreaux looked good in red. Her long dark hair fell to her shoulders and fanned out behind her. She’d had her nails done for the party, and they looked fantastic in shades of holly berry red. Her suitcase was packed with the gifts she’d gotten Deb, George, and Arthur. She had three presents for Arthur, only one of which he could open in front of his parents without embarrassment.

She smiled, her white teeth gleaming behind painted poinsettia red lips. Her makeup and lipstick were on point tonight. She’d followed Kelly’s tutorial, which was almost as good as when Kelly had done hers for her. Her frosty eyeshadow lightened her dark eyes, and she knew he’d enjoy her initial outfit.

Lori looked up when her phone dinged, and she grabbed it right away.

Sir: I’m here! Sorry for the delay, but we can still make it to the party if we leave quickly.

Lady: Can you come up to the room? My bag is really heavy, and I wanted to give you your Christmas present before the party.

Sir: I didn’t want to park if I didn’t have to. I’m not sure if the semester parking permit covers in between semesters.

Lady: It does. They haven’t towed my truck yet.

Sir: You can’t carry your bag? It’s that heavy? And we can bring the gift with us, assuming it’s not like… a Saint Andrew’s cross or something. It’s not, is it?

Lady: You really don’t want to come up?

Sir: We really need to leave. If I come up there, we’ll get distracted, and it will be another hour at least.

An hour was not an exaggeration where Arthur was concerned. If anything, an hour was a gracious minimum. Lori had hoped for two.

Lady: Are you ordering me to come downstairs right now?

Sir: Yes. Get down here right now.

Lady: Okay. Let me just slip on my heels.

Sir: Good girl.

Lori smiled, her body reacting to the praise before she even put her phone away. Her nipples stiffened as she exhaled, steadying herself. She was really doing this. It would be fine. There was nobody around to see but Arthur, right? She slipped on her heels as red as her outfit. The tall party heels were four-inch stilettos that gave her already shapely ass some lift.

She’d been working out with Kelly and Arthur, though not at their level, and it was starting to show some benefits. She’d gained some weight over the semester, but according to measurements, it was muscle, not fat. Her breasts were the same size, but her stomach was flatter. Her ass had shaped up, toning its curves into sharper relief. Her hips were her hips; they weren’t going anywhere, but Arthur loved holding them.

She peeked out her bedroom door into the common room. No one was there. She dragged her wheeled suitcase behind her, a Black Friday gift from Deb since Lori’d visited them with a much older, less in-shape bag. By the time she reached the hallway, she strode with confidence, and her head was held high. The lobby was empty, and the entire residence hall looked more like a movie set than a dorm, empty of all signs of life but electricity.

After the lobby, the main doors opened to let in the chilly air. The high today was fifty, but someone had forgotten to tell the sky that. Wind plowed through the door and chilled every inch of Lori. Her nipples stiffened, and only one part of her remained warm at the caressing sensation of the cold that rippled her skin with goosebumps.

Arthur’s old Ford was parked in front of the dorm, just through the overhang and across the concrete walkway, on the other side of the flagpole, idling and waiting for her. He hopped out of the car as soon as he saw her, and she smiled.

“Merry Christmas, Sir!” Lori said, laughing as she waved at him.

“What are you doing?” Arthur asked.

“What I’m told, Sir.” Lori said, teasing him. She looked up at him and left her suitcase behind her. She held her arms out and did a little spin, showing off. “Don’t you like my outfit?”

She’d made it, especially for him, after all.

Arthur’s mouth opened and closed, his attempt at speech interrupted by a lack of blood flow to the brain as it redirected Southward. The tent in his suit slacks made Lori’s mouth water and gave her the answer she hoped to receive.

Lori wore an outfit she’d made herself, crafted it special using scissors, and strategically placed red ribbon. The two-and-a-half-inch wide red silk ribbon wrapped around her throat in a collar, a well-tied Christmas bow in the center.

Likewise, she’d bound her breasts with the same material. A large, circular bow hung in the center between her compressed tits. They hung high without support, but their large mass pulled them low without the band of red ribbon around them wrapping around her back and pressing them close.

Then finally, a cleverly tied garter of red ribbon wrapped her waist and the top of her thighs while leaving her neatly waxed crotch entirely exposed except for the small bow that hung over her pussy. The red strip between her ass cheeks was the only “covering” her present-themed panties offered.

Arthur licked his lips, wetting them in the dry winter air.

“Do you like it, Sir?” Lori asked, her voice low and husky. “I made it special, just for you.”

“That’s what you plan on wearing to my mom’s Christmas Eve party?” He asked, but judging by his smirk, she knew it was a rhetorical question.

“Yeah.” Lori said, playing along. “That’s okay, isn’t it, Sir?”

Arthur glanced back at his car, then at Lori again. Her stiff nipples were already tenting the red silk ribbon that covered them. “Let’s go.” Arthur said, throwing his arm around Lori, taking her suitcase with his other hand and guiding her toward the car.

Lori’s heart fluttered. The confident, sexy Arthur was here to play, and she was glad for it. Slowly but surely, she’d worked him out of his shell over the semester, and on Thanksgiving, they’d started fucking. Once they started, Arthur devoted himself to the study of everything she suggested they try, and high on her list had been bondage, discipline, sadism, and masochism. He was her Sir, sometimes Master, and she was his Lady, Princess, Bimbo, or others, depending on what they were trying that night. Tonight? She had a new one.

“You’re really okay letting people know you play with dolls, Sir?” Lori asked as he opened the car door for her.

Arthur looked at her, confusion clear on his face.

“You haven’t unwrapped me yet or dressed me up in any of my accessories, but that’s what I am. I’m your Fuckdoll, Sir. It makes more sense if you read the card.” She pulled a Christmas-Card-shaped envelope from her purse and offered it to him.

“Get in the car, where it’s warm.” Arthur said as he took the card from her.

Lori slid into the seat and bounced on it a few times. Arthur closed it, and she smiled to herself as he opened the envelope and read the “card” she’d printed him. It wasn’t a card so much as an instruction manual.

The picture on the front of the card was her, in different makeup, a black underbust corset and thong, standing with her hands at her sides away from her hips, her mouth open in a blow-up doll pose. Printed below the picture, it read: “Fuckdoll L0R1, Instruction Manual.”

Arthur turned the page. She’d made it in a special booklet, printed and cut with some of Kelly’s craft supplies, and she’d clearly put effort into the gift. The inside cover page had a place for the owner’s information.

“This Fuckdoll is hereby the property of __________________”

The place to sign his name was a nice touch, she thought.

“If found, please return to” with three lines for an address.

“Or call” with a line for his phone number.

The opposite page read: “This fuckdoll model L0R1 is the latest in robotic pleasure. Completely obedient to her registered owner, there are very few limits to what L0R1 can do to please you. Fuckdoll L0R1 requires a registered name. Write the name here for reference. The name can be changed at any time with the voice command: [Name here] activate name change to [New Name]. Fuckdoll L0R1 will then respond to the new name. The default name with your Fuckdoll L0R1 is Fuckdoll.”

Arthur turned the page.

“Fuckdoll L0R1 is programmed with alternate play modes for your pleasure. These modes can be activated with the voice command [Name], activate [Name of Mode] mode. For example, saying the phrase ‘Fuckdoll, activate stealth mode’ will activate the stealth mode on your Fuckdoll L0R1. Saying ‘Fuckdoll, activate blowjob mode’ will activate the blowjob mode on your Fuckdoll L0R1. Please play responsibly.”

The list of modes was two pages long, with some overlap, but each accentuated a different type of submissive or activity. She’d included more than what they’d done so far by a lot, so she was curious to see which ones he would try.

Anal Mode

Blowjob Mode

Brat Mode

Charge Mode

Cockwarming Mode

Doll Mode

Dress-up Mode

Little Mode

Maid Mode

Masochism Mode

Masturbation Mode

Model Mode

Nympho Mode

Pet Mode: Bunny

Pet Mode: Cat

Pet Mode: Cow

Pet Mode: Dog

Pet Mode: Pony

Rope Bunny Mode

Schoolgirl Mode

Spanking Mode

Stealth Mode

“In addition to these play modes, every Fuckdoll L0R1 can follow a series of typical commands, including but not limited to the following. To initiate simply say: [Name] [Command] in as stern a tone as possible.”

Answer

Beg

Bring

Come

Count

Cum

Deepthroat

Display

Finger

Follow

Freeze

Fuck

Grope

Heel

Hold

Kneel

Lick

Lie/Lay

Look at Me

Masturbate

Open

Pause

Play

Present

Serve: Food

Serve: Drink

Sit

Spread

Stand

Stroke

Suck

Swallow

Thank

Worship

The following pages were all descriptions and instructions regarding activation and the various modes, which Arthur only skimmed as he flipped through the booklet and turned to stare at Lori. She stared straight ahead, already pretending to be a doll. Arthur glanced behind him to the dorm, then at Lori again. He shook his head, put her luggage in his trunk, then got into the car seat.

She hesitated when he said nothing, but he still had the pamphlet. He stared forward, taking a deep breath.

“Honestly, I didn’t want to go to the party this year anyway.” Arthur said, pulling away from the curb and into the closest parking spot.

“You didn’t?” Lori asked, surprised enough to break character.

“I’d rather avoid some of the guests on the list.” Arthur admitted. “So… let’s go upstairs, and I can learn how to program this new toy my girlfriend got me? We’ll still go to my place tonight, but… we might miss most of the party.”

Lori smiled, nodded, and returned to her pose as a ‘doll’ for Arthur.

“Seriously, Lori, this is amazing. Insanely creative. How did you even think to do this?” Arthur asked. Lori didn’t answer. She maintained her pose, which made him laugh. “Okay, now… what should I name my new Fuckdoll?” Arthur asked himself as he examined the pamphlet. He pulled a pen out of his pocket, took off the cap, and wrote his name and info on the inside cover. “Fuckdoll Lady doesn’t have quite the right ring to it…” He stroked his chin. “Maybe I’ll leave it in the default for now.”

He turned over the pages and read them thoroughly while Lori held her pose. Her eyes moved, sliding to him and returning straight ahead.

Arthur turned the car off. “Okay. Fuckdoll Answer: where are your accessories?”

“Error.” Lori said, her tone flat. “Please identify yourself, new owner, and register your terms of address preference.”

Arthur laughed. “Okay. I was hoping to do that inside, but…” He took a deep breath. “Fuckdoll, register new Owner: Arthur Clarke. Preferred terms of address: my Sir, my Owner, or my Master.”

“Hello, Arthur Clarke. Thank you for owning and registering this Fuckdoll L-Zero-R-One. Your titles have been registered in this Fuckdoll’s database, Sir. I shall now refer to you as my Sir, Owner, or Master.” Lori said in that same flat tone. “Would you like to play?”

“Right here in the car?” Arthur asked, looking wildly around them. The dorm was empty. The parking lot? Empty except for his car and her truck. She wouldn’t be surprised if the whole campus was empty. Lori had to have special permission to stay here over the break, and even her new job didn’t start until after the new year. She had a whole week to play doll for Arthur.

Lori didn’t answer, waiting for his command.

“Fuckdoll, Follow.” Arthur said. He got out of the car, and Lori did as well. He moved to the trunk and grabbed her luggage, carrying her bag into the dorm with him. Lori followed, walking behind him every step, her eyes straight ahead and centered between his shoulder blades.

Lori’s keycard from her purse unlocked the door, which Arthur dug out and used before replacing. She continued following Arthur as he led the way through the dorm, ending in her bedroom again.

Kelly had decorated the space for Christmas. The common room had a Christmas tree and a menorah for their suitemate. Their bedroom had icicle lights hanging, tinting the white walls blue with their cool lights. Green garland wrapped their beds, framing each mattress. LED lights wrapping the garland turned on when plugged in. Their desks were decorated with bows on the back of their chairs and Christmas-themed nick-nacks.

Arthur closed the door behind her, the wreath on the outside swinging as he shut it. He set her luggage by the door and pulled out his phone. He had to text his mother to let her know they’d be late. Traffic could be blamed for a multitude of delays.

Lori held her pose, standing by the door with her arms at an angle as if she were a standing doll with her elbows bent.

Arthur put his phone away and flipped through the pamphlet again, reading again. His eyes flicked to her again and again, obviously loving her outfit.

“Fuckdoll Answer: Do you remember your safewords?” Arthur asked.

“Yes, Sir.” Lori answered. “New safewords are available to be programmed according to my Owner’s preferences. To program a new safeword, please say: Fuckdoll, Apply Safeword [Name-of-Safeword].”

Arthur glanced down at the manual. She knew she’d said it verbatim, but it shouldn’t surprise him much, considering she wrote it.

“What gave you this idea?” Arthur asked, looking at her.

Lori didn’t move or respond.

“Fuckdoll, Answer: What gave you this idea?” Arthur asked.

“When asked what he wanted for Christmas, my owner responded: Just you.” Lori answered, restraining her smile as Arthur’s grew.

“Clever.” Arthur said. “This is… honestly, amazing. The best Christmas gift I’ve ever gotten! You’re the best, Lori.” Arthur moved to her and hugged her, crushing the bow in the center of her chest with his pecs. She didn’t care. She held her pose and waited for him to release her.

“Fuckdoll, Hug.” Arthur said.

Lori hugged him in return.

“Good girl.” Arthur said, pulling away and holding her by the shoulders. “Are you ready to begin?”

Lori didn’t respond.

“I guess we’ve already begun, technically.” He smiled and stepped away. “Okay… let’s see. Let’s go through the modes.” He flipped through the pamphlet. “Fuckdoll, activate Anal Mode.”

Lori bent over at a ninety-degree angle, spreading her ass cheeks with her hands and presenting her asshole to whoever might stand directly behind her. Arthur was standing in front of her, but he circled her. “Hm… Okay, so you don’t move or change your clothing. You just assume the position?” He asked. Lori assumed he was asking himself since he didn’t address her.

He ran his finger along the red silk ribbon between her ass cheeks, rubbing her pussy which warmed beneath his touch. “Fuckdoll, activate Blowjob Mode.”

Lori straightened, dropped to her knees, sat on her heels, widened her legs, opened her mouth, and leaned forward, putting her hands above her knees for support. Her tongue hung to her chin, her mouth ready and waiting. Arthur unzipped and stepped in front of her. He fished himself out of his trousers and pushed the tip of his cock to her lips.

Lori took over from there. She licked him, then took him into her mouth and sucked, bobbing her head halfway down his length and stroking him with her face.

“Oh, that feels good.” Arthur said, taking a deep breath as he steadied himself. “Fuckdoll, deepthroat.”

Lori pushed her face forward, pushing him into her throat as she sucked and worked his shaft like her life depended on it.

“Hmm…” Arthur continued flipping through the manual, slower this time. “Wow, you put a lot of work and effort into this.” He scoffed. “Or, I mean, my girlfriend did. Honestly, this is the most thoughtful gift I’ve ever gotten. I don’t know how I’m going to repay her. Suddenly, what I got her for Christmas doesn’t seem like it’ll be up to snuff.”

Lori wasn’t worried. She didn’t want much for Christmas, and her expectations for the holiday were well-managed and consistently low.

“Let’s try some more modes.” Arthur said, musing to himself. “Fuckdoll, pause.”

Lori froze immediately, her nose almost to the base of Arthur’s cock. Her face was flushed red with effort and breathing, even through the pale makeup she’d put on for their party that evening. Her eyes watered.

“Fuckdoll, look at me.” Arthur said.

Lori lifted her gaze to his, locking into eye contact with him.

He watched her for a moment. “Fuckdoll, swallow.” Arthur said.

Lori swallowed, gulping with his cock lodged in her throat.

“Oh, that’s a good girl.” Arthur clenched his legs and took a deep breath, which seemed to make him realize that Lori couldn’t breathe. He stepped back, pulling out of her throat and mouth in one steady pull. Saliva dripped from his cock to her breast and the floor below, staining the red silk ribbon binding her breasts and the floor below.

“Aw, I never finished unwrapping you. Here.” He offered her his hand, but she didn’t move. She remained frozen except for her breathing, mouth still hanging open as if waiting for his cock to return. “Fuck that’s hot.” Arthur said, shaking himself. “Okay. Fuckdoll, stand.”

Lori stood up, her mouth still hanging open.

Arthur bit his lip and consulted the manual. “Hm… Brat mode sounds complicated. Let’s try Charge Mode. Can you do that while standing up?”

Lori remained exactly as she was.

“Fuckdoll, activate Charge Mode.” Arthur said.

Lori straightened, relaxing and closing her mouth as she closed her eyes. She stood at the foot of her bed, pretending to be asleep, while Arthur smiled at her.

Arthur unwrapped her. A slow tug at the bow between her breasts pulled the bow into nothingness until it slipped through the knot, and the bands of ribbon holding her breasts against physics popped open to let her breasts expand and hang naturally.

Arthur groped her.

No response.

He ran his thumb over her nipple; it was already stiff, but she usually moaned when he captured her nipple bud between his thumb and forefinger. This time, she didn’t make a noise. She held it in and continued to pretend to be asleep.

He pulled at the bow over her pussy, slipping it loose as well and unwrapping the garter she’d made of red silk ribbon.

“There doesn’t seem to be an eat-out mode.” He flipped through the manual. “Fuckdoll, activate Nympho mode.”

Lori immediately ‘came to life’ and started rubbing herself between her legs, her arm squashing her breast and jiggling her body as she rubbed herself vigorously. She reached for Arthur’s cock with her free hand and stroked him. “Ooo, gimme, gimme, gimme!” She said, pulling him toward her by the cock. “Put that cock in me right now, Master!”

“Fuckdoll, Pause!” Arthur yelled, making Lori freeze in place once again. He slipped from her grasp and stepped back. “Fuckdoll, activate Model Mode.”

Lori drew herself up, standing tall in her high heels, and posed as if Arthur held a camera. Her eyes begged him to take her picture, her hand on her hip, her lips slightly parted and drawn up into a pleased but not overly broad smile.

Arthur pulled out his phone but hesitated. Lori made no objection. He had a folder of her naked pictures on his phone already. She rather enjoyed sucking his cock while he reviewed them. Arthur snapped another photo, the camera sound effect making him silence the camera.

“Okay, so Stealth mode is just resuming normal Lori activities, for going out in public, like to the party.” Arthur said, understanding as he read the pamphlet. “I thought maybe you turned into a ninja.”

Lori didn’t laugh.

“I applaud your commitment.” Arthur said, nodding deeply to her in respect. “Let’s try… Fuckdoll, activate Pet Mode: Bunny.”

Lori put her feet together, bent her knees, drew her hands up to her chest, let her feet hang forward like little rabbit paws, and curled her lips to present her two front teeth.

“Wow. Very literal.” Arthur said, surprised. “I thought maybe you’d pull out bunny ears or something.” He looked around. “Oh! Accessories!” He moved for her luggage while Lori started to hop around the room.

Arthur turned to see her hopping and lost it. His laugh filled the room, bouncing against the walls more vigorously than her breasts and ass bounced with every jump. He grabbed his sides and fell sideways to the bed, cracking up as he tried to catch his breath. “Fuckdoll!” He inhaled sharply. “Pause!”

Lori froze in place mid-squat for another jump. She hoped Arthur didn’t make her hold the pose too long. She supposed if all else failed, she could just fall over, but she didn’t want to. She had difficulty keeping the buck-tooth expression instead of laughing along with him. It was silly, yes, and fun. They had a lot of fun together, and she was glad he was so amused by her bunny hopping.

Arthur continued laughing as he slid to the floor. He caught his breath, one hand on his chest, and sighed. “God, that was funny. I’m sorry. I’m not laughing at you. But… well, you know.” He crawled to her suitcase and opened her luggage. He sifted through to find what he was looking for. A few weeks ago, just after finals, he bought her a set of restraints. Padded red leather cuffs for her wrists and ankles. They matched a red leather collar he’d also bought her, which she wore when they ‘played’ in the BDSM vein. Which was what this was, really, even if he wasn’t tying her up or spanking her yet.

He also found a set of Playboy bunny ears on a headband and several other headbands: a maid frill, a pink headband, a pair of cat ears, floppy dog ears, and cow-print horns. There was also a wrapped present in a long box.

In her clothes, she’d packed a few outfits that might work for some of the modes. A short black dress fit the maid, as did the white lacy lingerie she’d packed. Cowprint shorts fit the cow. A short, pleated red and black skirt fit the schoolgirl. Rope he had, but in his room at home, and he’d left some in his dorm room if they needed it.

“Fuckdoll, activate Dress-up Mode.” Arthur said, and Lori stood, spreading her legs and raising her arms to stand in a starfish pose, facing him. She wanted to thank him for letting her out of the squat but kept her mouth shut.

He put the bunny ears on her head. He stood back, shook his head, and removed them. He tried the cow-print horns next and gave her udder a tug. She wanted to moan as he groped her breasts and ‘milked’ it, but she held her composure.

“No…” He took the horns off her and tossed them onto Kelly’s bed. He produced the schoolgirl skirt.

She closed her legs, moving her arms in awkwardly robotic movements to take it from him and put the skirt on. She stepped in quickly, then resumed her pose. Arthur zipped the skirt closed over her ass, which hung out the bottom of her pleats. He squeezed her butt and spanked it, but she didn’t moan or move, even as he kept doing it, and the heat between her legs increased.

“Yeah.” He said, moving around her again. “This I like. Let’s see…” He dug through her luggage and produced a white cami top. It was too tight and short to wear as anything other than an undershirt, but it was all he put on her. She raised her arms, and he lowered it over her, pulling it low so it scrunched her breasts, which turned the shirt transparent by her nipples. The hem didn’t meet her skirt's waistband, producing a strip of flesh all the way around between the two garments.

He stood in front of her and stroked his chin. “Fuckdoll, activate Schoolgirl mode.”

Lori moved swiftly, pulling some hair ties out of her purse. She pulled her hair into two high, unbraided pigtails, then resumed her position and clapped her hands together.

“Please, Professor?” Lori asked, her voice high and girlish. “I’ll do anything to improve my grade when I retake it this semester.”

“I don’t know.” Arthur said, playing along. “You never put any effort into your homework.” He shook his head. “That’s what I want to see from you, young lady. Effort. I want you to dedicate yourself to your work and show me that you’re the kind of girl who can really put effort into everything she does with enthusiasm!”

“I can be enthusiastic, Professor Clarke! I promise! I’m sorry. I think I only did so poorly in your class last semester because you were so distracting… I was too enthusiastic about you if anything.” Lori stood with her hands folded before her, gently twisting from side to side.

“What do you mean?” Arthur asked, confused.

“Well… you’re so young and hot.” She giggled. “You’re so distracting. I’d get lost just watching you in class, and later, when I tried to do my homework…” She trailed off, twirling her pigtail with her finger and pulling it as if trying to wring the confession out of it. “I’d end up just masturbating myself stupid.” She giggled and rolled her eyes as if annoyed at her own dumbness.

“Really?” Arthur asked, surprised.

“Yeah… I know. It’s dumb.” Lori shrugged, and Arthur’s eyes dipped to her breasts. He licked his lips.

“Well, if that’s the case, maybe you should consider retaking the class with a different professor next semester.” Arthur said. “That way, you can focus on your studies.”

Lori shrugged again. “Maybe, but I’d still be thinking of you. I need to get you out of my system, I think. Maybe if we fuck?”

“I’m sorry?” Arthur asked, pretending to be surprised that was the direction this conversation took and somehow making it more convincing than Lori expected.

“We should fuck.” Lori said, giggling. “I’m not your student anymore, right? The semester’s over. And I’ll change to a different professor for the class next semester. But first… I want to see what’s in your pants, Professor Clarke. We can do it right there, on your desk.” Lori pointed to her desk. “You go ahead and sit down.”

Arthur moved, taking his seat at Lori’s desk. Lori strode over to him, walking with one foot in front of the other as she approached. She stood beside him and then circled behind him. “Relax, Professor. You’re too tense.” She rubbed his shoulders. “God, you have great shoulders. Does anyone ever tell you that?”

“Uh…” Arthur pretended to be flustered. “Not really, no.”

“Well, you do.” She rubbed his shoulders, then slid her hands to his pecs. “Great pecs, too. Your chest is so hard. Mine’s all soft.” Her breasts pressed against the back of his head through her cami as she pushed her hands lower, sliding them over his abs. She drew them to his chest again, then his shoulders, repeating the rubbing motion several times.

“Mmmm.” Arthur moaned. “That feels nice.”

“So, is that a yes?” Lori whispered into his ear in her high girlish voice. “You want to fuck me, Professor?”

“Yes.” Arthur said, his voice as rigid as his dick that stood at attention through the unzipped fly of his trousers.

Lori giggled and circled him, kneeling before him and spreading his knees apart with her hands on his thighs. She sucked on the tip of his cock experimentally, bobbing her head up and down in shallow strokes as her tongue captured him against the roof of her mouth. She sucked, dimpling her cheeks as she worked.

Arthur let his head rest back and closed his eyes. “Oh, god, Lori.”

Lori didn’t respond but kept sucking. Arthur moved his hands to his thighs, rubbing his leg as if he didn’t know what to do with himself. Lori patiently put her hands over his, then lifted them off his lap and to her pigtails. He gripped her pigtails in his fists, and she pushed against his arms, pulling herself down. Arthur got the idea and used her pigtails to pump her face onto his cock with several hard strokes.

Lori moaned with his cock lodged deep within her throat. Arthur moaned in response.

“Fuckdoll, pause.” Arthur said.

Lori froze mid-suck on Arthur’s cock, the tip still lodged in her mouth.

“Fuckdoll, unpause.”

Lori resumed face-fucking Arthur’s cock as if she’d never stopped.

“Fuuuuuck.” Arthur groaned.

Lori kept going. She fingered herself while she did it, reaching under her skirt with one hand and rapid-fire rubbing her palm against her clit while her finger jackhammered her hole.

“On the desk.” Arthur said. “Get on the desk.”

Lori hopped up, planted both palms on the desk behind her, and lifted herself with Arthur’s help to sit on her desk. She spread her legs to let Arthur step between them. He ripped off her cami top, and she moved her arms to let him. “Oh, Professor Clarke.” She cooed as he ripped off his shirt and pants.

She kissed him when he stepped into place, throwing her arms over his shoulders. His stiff rod scraped against her pussy-lips and slid to her stomach. She felt the flex as it pulsed against her at the sensation of contact. Her dripping pussy was spreading her arousal against the wooden desk beneath her, but neither cared. She hugged Arthur’s neck and wrestled his tongue in her mouth.

He reached between them, aimed, and impaled her. He stood between her spread legs hanging off the desk, her skirt ridden up to her hips, but otherwise naked. She cried out in a girlish gasp as he entered her and slid in so swiftly. She was wetter than either expected, and Arthur groaned in pleasure as her heat soaked into him. She squeezed him inside of her and smiled at him as their kiss ended for breath.

“Do you like my choker, Professor?” She asked. “I wore it for you. I know you like red.”

“I like it very much.” Arthur said, panting for breath. “Let me show you how much I enjoy good girls willing to show me some enthusiasm.”

“Oh!” Lori gasped as Arthur drove into her again and again, slamming into her from below with each thrust. “Oh, yes, Professor Clarke! Yes! I’ll be your best student ever! You’ll see!” She moaned. “Oh, fuck me. Make me your bitch.”

Arthur stroked into her, building speed and slamming into her hard until she was panting from mindless pleasure, and he was panting from cardio. Her legs swung wildly. He wrapped his arms around her and held her in place by the ass, not letting her slide backward when he drove into her. Her breasts smashed between them, her nipples pricking his abs. She kissed his neck, letting him breathe, but paused every few kisses to breathe herself.

“Fuuckkk…” Lori moaned. “Ah, ah!” She gasped and quivered on his cock as she came, squeezing him tight with her arms and holding herself against him as she shook and shuddered with pleasure.

Arthur didn’t stop. He kept going, driving into her without mercy.

Lori fell apart. She couldn’t get the words out to tell him how proud she was of him, how ruthlessly fucking hot he was, or how much she wanted him to keep going until he filled her to the brim with as much cum as a few days apart could gather. She tried to grip his arms, but her fingers no longer had the strength. She tried to wrap her legs around him, but she couldn’t quite hook her ankles at this angle, and they slid down and apart moments later.

She groped her breast, moaning at the sensation which was pulsated by his thrusts. Her “Ooooooooh” became an “Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh” as he showed no signs of tiring. She wiped the sweat from his brow and clenched him inside her, forcing him to pump harder as she gripped him.

He grunted, plowing through her anyway.

“Oh my god.” Lori gasped. “Professor Clarke. You’re even better than I ever imagined! You’re so fucking hot! I’ll use a different professor next semester. We’re doing this again. We’re doing this every day! You’re going to fuck me like this–every–fucking–day!” She cried out as she came a second time, trembling as he continued to plow through her pulsating pussy.

“FUCK!” Arthur grunted. For a moment, it sounded as if he were annoyed or disappointed, but his release smashed into her like a gun’s bullet, followed by another and another. She felt the hammer blows against her insides even as he went still, and she released her exhale in a satisfied slump. She leaned back against the hutch of her desk, the little cubicle shelf built in, and caught her breath, letting her hands fall to her side.

Arthur stepped away, letting his cock slide from her. He sat on her chair, facing her.

She didn’t move but kept her legs spread and open. “Fuckdoll standby mode activated.” She said. “Thank you for cumming in this fuckdoll, my Master. I feel like I’m your favorite Christmas toy.”

Arthur laughed, running his hand through his hair in that carelessly sexy way she so enjoyed. It mussed his hair, but she liked it sticking up and unkempt. She liked lusty bedhead Arthur far more than the tight-laced businessman he presented to everyone else.

“You are definitely the best toy I’ve ever gotten for Christmas.” Arthur agreed. “Thank you, Fuckdoll.”

“You’re welcome, Sir.” Lori said, smiling. “Merry Christmas.”

“Merry Christmas.” Arthur agreed. “Now, let’s get you cleaned up.”

Lori giggled, Arthur stood, and they embraced, laughing together as they kissed and repeated their offerings of ‘Merry Christmas’ until they moved things to the bed.

And to all, a good night.