The Twelve Women of Christmas

Some people want presents for Christmas, some want money. I wanted to fulfill a sexual fantasy. Years ago, when I first met my girlfriend, I disclosed a secret sexual desire. I told her of my desire to jerk my cock in front of many, many women. She tried to think of many potential avenues to help me out in my fantasy, but failed to find anything that could work. When she asked me what I wanted for Christmas this year, I mentioned resurrecting the search to quench my sexual thirst but laughed it off knowing there was no way it would happen. I did not know what she had been up to when she was away from the house.

On Christmas morning, we had the usual holiday pleasantries and feasts with family. As the day came to a close, she pulled me into the bathroom and gave me a small box wrapped in a ribbon. I opened it and found a black blindfold, instantly swelling my cock. She gave my cock a quick squeeze and left me in the bathroom alone to gather myself before heading out.

In the car on our way home, she told me there was a surprise waiting for me when I got home. I had no clue what it could be but I was excited at all of the possibilities of pleasure. When we walked in the door, there was no sign of any surprise. The room was dark and only the light from the neighbor's Christmas decorations next door was shining in the living room. It was enough light that I could track her movements around the living room over to me. She wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me, deeply. Her hand meandered down my neck, over my chest, untucking my shirt. She slowly unbuttoned each button, teasing me by not letting me touch her. She removed my shirt and started to undo my belt and removed my pants. I stood in the living room almost naked with my cock rock hard pushing against my boxers aching to be touched. She put the blindfold over my eyes and grabbed my hand.

Without being able to see my surroundings, my senses heightened. I could feel the cold of the room and the warmth of her body as she guided me through the house to our bedroom. When we neared the threshold to the room, I caught the scent of a perfume I had not encountered on my girlfriend. I asked her if I could remove the blindfold and she said only for a peek. When I removed the blindfold, I saw twelve fully clothed women staring at my hard cock pushing against the fabric of my boxers.

In her spare time, my girlfriend had apparently joined a group of women on a forum that liked watching men stroke their cocks until they cum. She had sent out a request to 12 horny women wanting to watch me and requested their presence.

With my blindfold on, I could feel their eyes waiting for me to cum. One of them told me to show them my cock so I pulled down my boxers and was naked in front of all of the women. My cock was pulsating and needing to be touched but no one was going to touch me but myself. They told me to be a naughty boy and show them how I like to touch myself. I spit into my hand and started to rub the tip. I asked if I could remove the blindfold so I could see them all watching me but my request was denied.

I kept stroking my cock and rubbing my balls, while they called me things like dirty boy and cum slut. Apparently my girlfriend told them how she makes me lick my cum out of her pussy. I removed the blindfold despite the orders to leave it on and received a swift slap on my ass with a crop.

I kept stroking until I was nearer and nearer to climax. One of the women ordered me to be a naughty boy and cum on stomach. I laid down on the floor with all the women staring at my cock and balls between my legs and came all over my stomach up to my chest.

And as fast as the whole encounter came about, the women just left quietly while I laid on the floor, naked, covered in my own sticky cum, in a daze.

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