Chapter 2. Christmas dinner
Maureen Hardy lost her husband to cancer the previous Christmas after thirty
years of marriage. It had been a difficult year and she had a hard time coming
to terms with her loss. By the end of the summer she was beginning to get her
life together again but with the anniversary at Christmas and with her daughter,
son in law and two grandchildren away on a skiing holiday in Switzerland, like
Eric she felt very alone and depressed. She decided she could take any more.
Suicide she thought was the only way out. She wouldn't be missed until her
daughter came home or she didn't turn up for work in the New Year. Now that fool
had spoiled it. More shame as people found out what she had done or attempted to
do.
"Who was he to order her to take off her clothes? How could she anyway when her
fingers didn't work? Why is he lighting the gas oven? And leaving the door
open?" In a detached way, Maureen watched as he took his boots off and emptied
their contents down the sink then bent down and unbuttoned her jacket.
"Take it off." Eric disappeared for a few moments. "I've put the heat on and
will run the water for a bath. He knew she was having difficulty but wanted her
to make an effort. Returning to the kitchen without more ado he started
stripping Maureen of all her wet things. He gave instructions as if immediately
expecting her to carry them out but doing them himself. No coherent speech came
from Maureen's mouth yet although the warmth from the oven did appear to be
having some effect. As soon as she was naked, he dropped his own trousers and
left them along her clothes on the tiled floor. The mess would easily mop up.
Still shaking he led her upstairs and into the steamy bathroom and sat her on
the loo while he adjusted the water temperature so it was warm but not over hot.
He heard her pee although she didn't appear conscious of what she was doing.
When she finished he helped her in the bath and let lay in the warmth of the
water hoping it would revive her. She seemed okay for the moment so going back
to the kitchen he made tea and brought two mugs of the steaming liquid back.
In front of her he shed the remainder of his clothes and climbed in the bath
behind her then cuddled her close to his chest. Her shivering had eased and she
could slowly say a few words but at this stage he didn't try to question her. He
gave his name and in return learned hers was Maureen. When the water began to
cool Eric picked up a flannel and started to wash Maureen paying special
attention to her breasts and pubic area but Maureen hardly noticed. She felt
overwhelmingly tired
Drying her and himself, he knew she had noticed his cock was half hard but her
tiredness and shivering which had began again now her body was out of the water,
overruled it from her senses. Dry now, he tried to get her to drink the tea but
she only managed a few sips before spluttering. "Bed for you young lady," Eric
announced, "And I'll be there to keep you warm."
The bed was unmade but it didn't matter. Eric rolled Maureen under the blankets,
then got the spare duvet and put that on top before climbing in himself and
pressing his naked body to hers. "It's only to create body heat he told
himself," but his inner mind knew he really wanted to feel her flesh against
his.
Maureen quickly fell into an exhausted sleep. An hour later her shivering had
quietened and Eric left the bed to make dinner. Roast beef had already been
planned but now he added more trimmings than he would for himself. Every half
hour or so, he looked in on Maureen. She slept peacefully.
At 1.30 he woke her. "Christmas dinner in half an hour. Here's a dressing gown.
Use it. It is not a formal occasion." He too wore a dressing gown largely
because he'd washed the other clothes he would normally have worn before going
out in the morning and they were still wet.
"I don't want any."
"If you're not downstairs in half an hour, then I will warm your backside in a
less kindly way than earlier."
"But... Why?.... No... What...?" Words came out but not a sentence.
"You do as you are told now Maureen. You threw your life away. You didn't want
it. I picked it up. I want it. It's now mine. Mine to do with as I want. You
didn't want it, I do." Eric paused. "Twenty minutes now. Be down then or you'll
come down with a sore backside."
"You should have let me...."
"No, I shouldn't. This is turning out to be a better Christmas than I thought
when I went out this morning. You are the best Christmas present I've had for a
while. Now move yourself." Maureen, now aware of her nudity, pulled the blankets
up to cover herself. Eric laughed, I've seen and felt everything you have and
will see and feel more later so don't worry about showing yourself." Leaving
her, he went downstairs to finish preparing the dinner. Smells drifted up and
began to make Maureen feel hungry but she still felt tired and it was cosy under
the duvet, she didn't want to move.
"Dinner's nearly ready," Eric called as he climbed the stairs. Maureen was still
tucked in bed. Quietly Eric spoke. "Maureen, you have yet to learn that I mean
what I say. You are now mine. I told you to get up and get downstairs. You had
plenty of time. I also said I would warm your arse if you didn't." Taking hold
of the blankets, Eric pulled them down and in one swift movement rolled Maureen
on her stomach.
"Whack, whack, whack!!! Ten times his hand smacked on her left arse cheek, then
ten times more on her right. At first Maureen hardly realised what was happening
but soon she was squirming and crying.
"Now get up, put this dressing gown on and come downstairs. Dinner's ready."
"I'm leaving. I am certainly not staying here with you. You're a madman!"
"You don't have much choice. I could call the police and tell them about your
attempted suicide. Apart from the shame of your friends knowing you will have to
go on a psychiatric rehab programme. Do you want everyone to know? Do you want
it on the six o'clock news?" Maureen shook her head. "Well all you have to do is
be my present for this year. Get the gown on and come down."
"I need to pee."
"Go ahead but don't keep me waiting long." Eric patted her bottom not too
gently.
The lounge cum dining room was as festive as Eric could make it in the short
time he'd had. Having decided not to acknowledge Christmas this year there was
no tree or decorations but he had a log fire going that crackled and spit
cheerily and candles on the table. It looked cosy and inviting even if it was ad
hoc.
Maureen found a brush in the bathroom and brushed her hair while she sat on the
loo and contemplated what had happened. She still felt very tired but wondered
what he would do if she didn't hurry down to him. Give her another spanking?
That was the first for years. Harry, he late husband, had done it once or twice
in their early days but his had been more sexual pats, Eric's she could still
feel although they weren't that bad. Did she dare go back to bed? In the end it
was the smells emanating from below that enticed her down.
Entering the lounge she was taken aback by the sight of the food on the table.
Eric indicated a chair and pushed it in behind her as she sat. "Merry
Christmas," he whispered in her ear and when she tentatively replied he added,
"You're the nicest present I've had and I am going to make full use of you."
Maureen wasn't sure what to make of those words but kept quiet until he opened
the top of her gown and fully exposed her breasts. "I want to see my present,"
he murmured and then added in sharp contrast, "Leave them out!" as she strove to
close the gown again. "Remember, I own your life now."
Not wishing to cause more trouble Maureen acquiesced. She wasn't too pleased
with her titties as her husband always called them. They were full, like her
figure, but had begun to sag and she thought they needed the support of a good
bra. Each time she served herself with food they moved and her arms rubbed
against them each time she took a fork to her mouth. It wasn't long before the
nipples became erect much to Eric's obvious enjoyment. Several times he leaned
across and kissed them.
Apart from the unique dress code, dinner went much the same as for thousands of
others at the time. Crackers were pulled and paper hats worn, a little wine was
drunk but conversation was limited to finding out about each other's past life.
Maureen avoided any reference to why she tried to drown herself.
They adjourned to the couch in front of the fire to drink coffee. Both felt
nicely full and the two glasses of wine had given their spirits a lift but when
combined with the warmth from the fire and the comfort of the couch, Maureen
again felt extremely tired. Eric's hand probing her cunt quickly brought her
awake as she instinctively pushed his hand away. "No, Eric, please," she cried.
Eric slapped her hand. "I am going to unwrap my prezzie now and fully explore it
and then make good use of its facilities. To put it in crude terms, I'm going to
play with your body and then fuck it."
"No, please don't. I'm too tired. I don't know you. I don't want to. I don't
..."
"Be quiet. What you want or don't want doesn't matter. What I want does. I
haven't had a proper fuck for six months. At a guess you haven't been fucked for
well over a year. Now lie back and open your legs." Maureen now realized the
reason he gave for his girlfriend leaving might be true. He was domineering.
However, he was right about not have had a man for over a year. More because in
the last stages of her husband's cancer, he had not been able to do it at all.
Now the warm hand between her legs felt nice and her body began to respond in
ways it hadn't for some time. Moisture flowed into her vagina. She wanted him
but wouldn't admit it. She wanted him to take her but would not offer herself.
He would have take her of that she was certain but she knew it would be on his
terms. But would his sixty year old cock be up to it? It certainly looked like
it as it stood proud and erect at her side. It was also somewhat bigger than her
late husband's.
Eric stood and moved between her legs. "Given our ages, I doubt if we need worry
about pregnancy," he said as he entered her and started slowly pumping away. For
the first time for months, Maureen found her urges climbing to a sexual high.
Small groans escaped her lips as he body responded. The groans became a cry as
she reached her first climax. Eric continued. Age made his release take longer
but when it did come he flooded her with a copious amount of spermal fluid.
For a little while they lay together. Sweat intermingling. At length he pulled
out. "I don't know how sexually adventurous you were before," Eric said, "But I
like the taste of a fresh well fucked cunt and I like to feel a pair of lips
around my cock after a fuck." Reversing his position on her, he placed his lips
to her cunt and began licking and sucking. Maureen turned her head aside from
the sticky cock that dangled at her face. "Suck it!" demanded Eric.
"No, please don't," Maureen pleaded. Eric responded by taking one of her labia
between his teeth and giving it a nip.
"Ooowww!" screamed Maureen "Don't."
"Suck. Or would you rather I nipped here." Eric's teeth closed over her clit.
"You bugger." It was the first time Maureen had sworn at him. Eric teeth
tightened on her clit.
"Okay, okay. Don't bite." Maureen opened her lips and started to suck the tip of
his cock.
"All of it Maureen." This time she obeyed without hesitation.
