I felt Cathy stirring in my arm. I looked down at her and smiled; she smiled back.
“Can I say Merry Christmas, Carl?” she asked timidly.
“This year, yes, you can, Catherine, my love, yes, you can,” I said, squeezing her, and we kissed.
“Oh, please don’t squeeze too hard. I have to,”
“I know, Sweetheart. Go on and make yourself comfortable,” I gave her a quick kiss, and she was off to the bathroom.
When she returned, she jumped into bed, covered up, and just about crawled inside of me.
“Brrrrr, it’s cold out there,” she shivered.
“Is it really?” I was concerned.
“No. It’s just nicer here,” Cathy giggled and hugged me.
“You little stinker.” I gave her a playful swat on her butt.
“Carl, I’m sorry about last night, acting like a damn fool. I’m sorry, I’m just insecure in some ways. I hope you understand,” she wasn’t looking at me, her head was on my chest.
“Catherine, I want you to get it out of your system. I can’t say forget about it, that would be stupid. Try not to let it bother you too often. It’s you and me, and our future as far as I’m concerned,” I put my finger under her chin, she looked up, and we kissed.
“I don’t know what to say, Carl, except I love you,” she said, squeezing me.
“Honey, would you like some coffee? I’m going to make some. I usually make it the night before, but I was lost in you,” I patted her butt.
“Let me make it for you, I mean us,” she blushed. “I want to take care of my man,” she was smiling from ear to ear.
She got out of bed and shook her butt. She looked over her shoulder to be sure I was watching.
“If that’s how you make coffee, woman, bring that coffee maker right back in bed,” I held the covers up for her.
“Mmmm, I love what I see. I’ll get the coffee going and be right back. Seeing all of that has me going already,” Cathy wiggled her butt again and disappeared into the kitchen.
When she returned with the fresh brew, she had a sad expression. She handed me a mug and got into bed.
“What’s wrong, baby?” I asked her.
She looked at her tits, squeezed them, and frowned. “We’re out of milk,” she tried not to giggle.
It didn’t work; we both had a good laugh. But it was time to get serious.
“Catherine, I want to do some important things today. Let me finish, and then I will give you all the time you want to respond.
First, I want to take you to your pimp’s dump. I want you to get anything from there that you want, and then I will tell her to fuck herself.
Then I know of a thrift shop that will open for me. Otherwise, he’s open from eight to ten every day, no matter what. The last stop is Simpson’s Drugs. You can replenish your makeup there and get whatever you want, not just what you need.
What are your thoughts? And I want your honest opinion,” I sipped my coffee and waited for her to answer.
“Carl, I love your idea, and God knows I want to leave all of that behind. My only concern is the girls I was with. I don’t want them to think I’m throwing it in their face. They’re as stuck as I was until you came into my life. Maybe if we went at night, most of them would be out.
As for the rest of it, I love the idea, but I hope this is your favorite outfit. I promise to wear it around the house all the time.” Cathy blushed and giggled.
“I am all for that. You do have a beautiful body,” I ran my hand down her leg.
“Why did you spank me before?” she frowned.
“Because I love the feel of that cute little ass of yours,” I grinned.
Cathy turned bright red and hid behind her coffee mug. “Are you going to spank me some more?”
“You bet your sweet ass I am,” we clinked our coffee mugs, “To spanking,” and we sipped our coffee.
“Honey, I’m going to get my phone. I need to make one call. I’ll be right back,” I started to get out of bed.
“Oh no, Carl. Stay in bed, I’ll refresh our coffee and bring your phone. It will only be a minute,” Cathy got out of bed, turned to look at me, and wiggled her butt.
Cathy returned with a different smile and a lilt in her step. She handed me the coffee mug and my phone and frowned. “Sorry, still outta milk,” then she giggled.
“Give me just a minute, Kitten,” I said, and Cathy’s face lit up like the proverbial Christmas tree.
“Kitten? Carl, did you just call me Kitten?” she whimpered.
“Yes, I would like that for my love name for you,” I smiled and pulled her to me. Her eyes twinkled as our lips met.
Our lips parted, and Cathy’s eyes were filled with tears of joy. She sniffed and coughed a little. Her body was shaking, and small tears tried to sneak down her face. I smiled at her, and we kissed again.
“This won’t take long,– Kitten,” Cathy giggled.
“Good morning, Agnes – Carl here.” I put the phone on speaker.
“Good morning, sir. How are you this morning? What do you need?” Agnes asked.
“I would like you to call Gary and Susan to use the emergency calling. Tell everyone not to report for work until the third of January. All of you have the week off with pay,” I waited for Agnes to respond.
“The third – are you sure, I mean, we have,” Agnes stammered.
“Yes, please. The third. And there will be a small bonus for you and them. Merry Christmas, Agnes,” I waited.
“Yes, and to you – erm – a – wait – a did you say bonus and Merry Christmas, sir?” Agnes’ voice was pure disbelief.
“Yes, I hope you all enjoy your time with your family.”
“Thank you, sir, and M-mmerry Christ mas to you, too,” Agnes ended the call.
“Carl, it’s none of my business, but what is your line of work?” Cathy asked, puzzled.
“I have a small accounting business.” I drank my coffee.
“Carl, I haven’t asked, and you haven’t asked me, but what is your last name?
“Okay, fair game. Catherine, what is your last name?” I smiled.
“Winston. My name is Catherine Winston,” she said, sitting back on her heels.
“My name is Carlton Eichols,” I said as Cathy processed the information.
“You–you are the Carlton Eichols? Huge accounting firm – ten-story building downtown on First and Adams Eichols?” Cathy’s voice stammered in shock.
“Yes, I am guilty,” I said.
“And you want,” I stopped her.
“Yes! I want you, and I love you. You are everything I’ve dreamed of in a woman and maybe a wife. This is up to you,” I watched Cathy process everything.
“Carl, er Carlton, you want me?” Cathy’s hands were shaking.
“Yes, if you want me,” I said quietly.
After a few minutes, Cathy spoke up.
“Carl, I fell in love with Carl, not Carlton. Everything I promised Carl, I promise you. You know I’ve never had a lot, so money isn’t that important to me. But your love is everything, it’s my whole world.
And the wife part – if you ask me, the answer will be yes. I hope you have thought all of this out because I have. I have thought it all out with Carl. I will tell him, “Yes,” she said lovingly.
“I love you, Kitten. I love you with every cell in my body,” I looked her in the eyes.
“Then does my man want more coffee?” she said, rolling onto all fours.
I pulled Cathy onto my lap, face down. I rubbed her soft, round butt cheeks; she mewed at the attention. I patted them and squeezed them. She purred, “Just coffee or do you want more? Mmmm, feels so good”, she purred.
“I love your soft and warm body, Kitten. You have such a nice round butt, and wonderfully firm tits, and you are just a gorgeous woman,” I ran my hand up and down her back and rubbed her butt with my other hand.
“You’ve got me all wet. Your fondling feels so sensual, it makes me hotter for you. Baby, you do all the things I’ve dreamed about,” Cathy cooed and inhaled deeply.
I put my finger between her legs and separated her pussy lips. Cathy opened her legs and began to breathe heavily, “You’re making me – you’re going to make me cum,” she panted.
I slid two fingers into her wet pussy and let them explore as deep as they could. Cathy moaned and pushed her hips back to meet my fingers. When I did, more warm nectar flowed over my fingers.
“Carl, God please, I’m so close, please.” Cathy’s body was so hot, and she was begging for release.
I gave her a firm pat on her butt. She whimpered and pushed her butt up for more. I gave her another firm pat. She moaned, “Yes, harder – spank me – spank me,” she begged.
I gave Cathy a few good swats on her butt while my fingers wiggled in her pussy. She inhaled deeply, held her breath for a moment, then exhaled and cried out, “God yes, feels so good – finger me – spank me,” then Cathy squirted her cum, soaking my lap and the bedclothes.
She had a death grip on the bed and pushed her butt up to shove my fingers deeper and asked for more spanking. Cathy cried out and rolled off my lap and onto the bed. She curled into a ball for a moment, rolled over, and sucked my cock into her mouth.
“I want your cum,” she moaned.
I was so hot from fingering her pussy and swatting her hot, round ass. It wouldn’t take long for me to shoot cum down her throat. She was sucking my cock as I had never had it sucked before.
Every time she went down on it, my cock head rubbed against her tonsils. With her other hand, she was squeezing my balls, demanding they unload. When I did, I shot a long, hot stream of thick cum down her throat.
Cathy gulped, and her throat muscles squeezed my cock. She continued sucking me and pulling on my balls until every drop of cum had gone down her throat.
When she finished, she kept my cock deep in her throat and continued sucking me. I had lost my mind in her sex.
Cathy kissed my cock and balls, then sat up in bed. She looked at me, and I have never seen so much love in a woman’s eyes, and her face glowed. She got out of bed and picked up our coffee mugs.
“I’ll refresh our coffee, Carl, and then I’d like to talk about your ideas,” she smiled and walked out of the bedroom backward.
“Kitten, why are you walking that way?”
“Every time I walk out the other way, we seem to get all tangled up,” she giggled.
When she came back, I was calling the weather station. Another day of cold, twenty-seven degrees with the wind chill at seven. Not a fit day for man or beast, but I wanted Cathy to have some decent everyday clothes.
The phone was ringing as she handed me my mug of steaming coffee. She giggled when she mouthed “No milk”.
“Merry Christmas, this is Floyd,” came the happy voice. “How can I help, Carl?”
“Merry Christmas, Floyd. I have a bit of a situation, and only you can help me. I have a friend who had to leave her apartment; she had no water or heat. Her landlady is a real bitch.”
“For you, I’d open at midnight when it’s twenty below and a blizzard outside. How about we meet at one? That’ll give me time to get some courage in me and warm up the store,” his voice still happy.
“One it is. See you then, Floyd, and I owe you one,” I said with a smile.
“Forget it, man. I owe you my life.” The call ended.
Cathy’s expression was one of total bewilderment. She sipped her coffee and just stared at me.
“Okay, Floyd was in trouble; he couldn’t pay his taxes. I was in his shop when the man gave him the bad news. When the agent left, Floyd looked at me and burst into tears. He was about to lose his entire life’s work. We made a deal, and he paid his taxes, and all is well,” I sipped my coffee.
“You paid his taxes and didn’t ask for any repayment, didn’t you?” she asked.
“Well, erm – it was – it was a business deal, and he agreed,” she stopped me.
“You paid his taxes and asked for nothing in return, didn’t you, Carl?” She was a bit more demanding for an answer.
“Yes,” I answered quietly.
