Little Red Riding Crop

We were invited to a Christmas party and so to be festive I dressed up in one of the few bright red outfits I own, a horse riding outfit complete with boots and my riding crop (the crop is from the sex shop, it's not for horses but for naughty people to be punished!). I got a lot of sly remarks and excited stares at the party, which made me very horny and flirty. A work colleague even made a pass at me in the hallway of the house, holding a piece of mistletoe overhead and asking if he could kiss me! I asked which lips, and then bent over and opened my legs so that he could get a good look at my pussy mound under the tight black pants. I gave my ass a few whacks of the riding crop and then rubbed it suggestively up and down my inner thighs, ending up by stroking it between my legs a few times as if I was being fucked from behind. He immediately got on his knees and began kissing my pussy through my pants. I'm sure he got a full whiff of my musky scent, and probably even could taste me since I was so wet the whole evening that I had soaked through my panties and the crotch of the pants. He snogged and jammed his tongue up and down my slit through my pants for what seemed like forever (we were in the hallway and someone could have walked in on us at any minute), making my legs weak, and he asked if we could go into the bathroom for more privacy. I said yes, but whispered that we couldn't have sex (I needed my man's permission for that). But I led him into the bathroom, told him to sit down on the toilet and then gave him a little show, bending over and pulling down my pants and using the riding crop handle to fuck myself. He asked if he could masturbate and I said yes so he unzipped his fly and began jerking off, finally groaning and shooting sperm into a wad of toilet paper after watching me orgasm while fucking myself. I gave him a naughty smile, pulled up my pants and let him lick the handle of the crop and taste my pussy juice before we left the bathroom.

When I got home, I showed my man exactly what had happened at the party, telling him every detail and acting it out while he took these photos. Suffice it to say that he got to do everything that my colleague at the Christmas party probably wanted to but didn't get to--poor man. If you all feel sorry for him, let me know if I should ask my man for permission to give him the full "ride" for a post-Christmas holiday present!