Laura Tobin's White Christmas
by killer bishops
Copyright© 2026 by killer bishops
“It’s going to be a white one!” Laura Tobin beamed as she closed her Christmas Eve weather forecast. “Merry Christmas!”
Laura stepped off the set. She wished her colleagues all the best before heading to her dressing room. She needed to get home to her dog who was alone.
Laura went to push open the door but before she could, she heard a voice speaking to her.
“Will it definitely be a white one?” an old voice asked.
Laura looked round to see an elderly lady standing beside her.
“Pretty sure,” Laura smiled.
“Good.” The lady said, pausing for a moment. “Will it be hot?”
Laura was rather taken a back by the strange question. Snow and warm weather never went together. What was this old lady thinking?
“I don’t think so...” Laura answered kindly, her lovely English accent accentuating the empathy she was feeling for this possibly confused old lady.
“Oh, that’s a shame,” the old lady seemed unperturbed by the response. She began to rummage through her bag, clearly searching for something.
Laura waited for a second. She didn’t want to seem rude but she really had to get going. She tried to think of a way to be polite to end the conversation. Before she could do that however, the old lady had found what she was looking for.
“Ah,” the lady said. “This will make sure it’s a white and hot Christmas.”
The old lady pulled out a sparkly Christmas tree decoration. It was shaped like a dog.
“Awww adorable!” Laura said, genuinely finding the doggy Christmas ornament cute. She had either not heard or chose to ignore the old lady’s bizarre statement.
The old lady handed it to Laura, who immediately tried to decline it. “I can’t take this,” she protested.
“Nonsense, I make loads of things like this. And I want you to have a white and a hot Christmas.”
Laura took the dog Christmas ornament, again barely registering what the old lady was rambling about. As she held it, a warm excited feeling flowed over her body and an incredible fragrance filled her nose. She found herself thinking of her dog.
Laura lost herself for a moment, feeling excited and also thinking of her dog. It was only when she remembered she had to get home to him she snapped out of it. She was definitely keeping this Christmas ornament.
“Thank you...” Laura said, looking up, realising she was speaking to herself. The old lady had vanished.
Later
Laura bustled through her front door, the snow coming down thick and fast. She was glad to be home in the warmth.
Immediately, she heard a bark from her dog, Zeus, and then the patter of his paws bounding across the floor. She wondered if he was excited to see her as she was him.
Zeus was a big, strong Rottweiler. He was black mainly with brown socks on his paws.
“Hey boy, nice to see you too. It’s a bit snowy outside so we’ll have to think of some other form of exercise.” Laura petted Zeus as she stumbled over her slightly odd choice of greeting.
Zeus barked happily as Laura stroked him, feeling how big his muscles were. She’d never really noticed it before, but they felt powerful. Laura rubbed them some more, feeling a strange exhilaration to be touching something so powerful.
Laura continued to rub Zeus, feeling more of his body. More time passed as she thought of his incredible body. She looked down at Zeus and found her hand underneath him. It was holding it his cock.
Laura jumped up. “Sorry boy! I got totally lost in a daydream.”
Laura found herself flustered. She didn’t know what else to say. She hadn’t a clue how she’d started to jack off her own dog but she was thinking how careless it was. She had been lost in a dream and her hand had slipped she reasoned to herself.
Laura looked down at Zeus who seemed unbothered. He just stared up at Laura, wagging his tail.
Suddenly the Christmas ornament Laura had received popped into her head. Relieved not to be thinking of her doggy hand job anymore, she tried to move on.
“Oh boy, I need to show you this Christmas bauble I got,” Laura reached into her bag and pulled out.
“It’s a Christmas tree decoration shaped like a dog!” Laura laughed. She held it by it’s string, letting Zeus see the sparkly canine. He gave a happy bark and wagged his tail excitedly.
“I thought you like it!” Laura enthused. “I do too, even if it was from a strange old lady.” She moved from the doorway through to the Christmas tree and hung it up.
“There,” she said triumphantly as it sparkled brightly on a prominent tree position. “Perfect!”
Later
Laura looked outside her bedroom window at the falling snow. It looked perfect, like a Christmas card. She then looked back in the mirror.
Laura had been getting ready for a couple of hours. She wore a red bra and panties set. The bra was lined with fluffy white trim to add to the Christmas theme. She wore panties that were modest with material and on the side were tied with ribbon that could be pulled away at any moment she chose.
Laura had shaved and oiled her legs, making them look especially gorgeous. Laura loved showing them off, and getting them this way felt like an extra sexy special treat.
Laura deemed only her black pump high heels with the toe gap were hot enough to go with this outfit. She loved wearing high heels. They made her feel incredible.
One last look out the window confirmed to Laura what she was doing. The cold, snowy weather for Christmas Eve was perfect for staying in by the tree and fireplace, close to her favourite dog. She stood up and made her way downstairs.
“Zeus! Zeus!” Laura called as she carefully made her way down the wooden staircase, her high heels making just as much noise as her voice. “Here boy!”
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