LOGINHi my name is Jeffery. Up until last week I thought I was a real man. I'm Your average tough guy. I Stand 6'3 and weigh about 230. I Bench press 300pds. And have a weight lifters body. I was visiting my sister in San Fran last week and she had to work the night shift so i decided to take in the night life. I found a club on a back street and stepped in for a few beers. After my 4th beer something happened that changed my life forever.This kinda thing happens often because i'm a pretty good looking guy with a good body. So when these 3 fine ass honeys walked up to me it didn't really suprise me. These ladies we're hot! A very tall blonde and 2 very tall brunettes. The blonde was probably 5'10 and the brunettes both stood about 5'9. They sat down and made small talk and before you know it the subject turned to sex. The blonde asked if i'd ever had 3 women before? Of course I said yes. A lie. The brunette with the heavy make-up and the cat like eyes quickly asked if I thought I could h
”Yes Santa. Harder, fuck me harder. Fuck my cunt.”It was insane. That was all Matt could think to explain what he was doing. There was no answer other than insanity. Moving his hands up to her tits, he held on, squeezing them roughly as his increased his tempo, thrusting into her forcefully. Karen’s hands moved to his hips as she thrust back with an urgency that was mirrored in her eyes.”Yes, Santa, yes. Fuck me harder.” Matt grunted as he pounded at her cunt. “Harder. Fuck me, Santa, yes, fuck me. Fuck me. Ahh, ahh, fuck, I’m cumming. Fuck me. Ahhhh!” Matt had no choice but to stop as he felt the spasming of her cunt around his cock. Weeks, maybe longer, of pent up frustration exploded out of her thin body. As much as he would have loved to fuck her through her orgasm, he was forced to lock his mouth onto hers, kissing her to muffle the scream that could have penetrated the floor and music above. Her body rocked as her cunt continued to explode around his cock as the orgasm took h
She kissed him again, and her thin arms went to his waist, touching his hips where the padding stopped. He stared at her a moment longer before closing his eyes and kissed her back. He leaned down so she could drop back to her feet. His cock throbbed at full hardness, tenting the loose fabric of his suit. He pushed his hips forward as she pulled them towards her, stabbing his cock into her stomach. Their kissing changed from slow and exploring to loud, slurping and desperate and the breathing turned raged. Matt’s right hand slid up her body and cupped her perfect breast, fitting most of it in his hand as she thrust her chest forward. Matt whirled her around and pulled her body close. Her ass pushed back against his aching, hard cock as he left hand wrapped around her tit. His other hand took her other breast, but only for a moment, before it moved down over her smooth stomach to the waist of her pants.”Oh yes, Santa,” she moaned as his hand worked into her pants, his fingers dexter
It wasn’t as bad as Matt had thought it would be, but that was all relative considering the past few weeks. He arrived about an hour after the party had started and burst in with a merry cry to the hoots and hollers of the people that filled the house. It had been a nerve-wracking entrance, but not because he was Santa. He didn’t get a chance to talk to Karen about the day before, or what she was going to say Tyson, if anything. But when he entered, they both met him graciously, and Karen gave no indication that the encounter was even on her mind. For the next couple of hours, his place was at a large, padded chair while the men and women alike played along to his poor disguise. He did his best to keep up appearances, even handing out candy canes when they were done giving them his wish list. Matt spent most of the time watching his two friends, but Karen in particular. There was a tension between the two, more than usual. They kept a discreet distance, not even making eye contact
”I’m sorry I showed up like this,” Karen said as Matt held the door open for her. They entered the mall employee area used for breaks and changing uniforms. It was not a glamorous area, but fairly large and filled with tables, couches and lockers. “I know you didn’t want anyone to see this.””Don’t worry about,” Matt said as he pulled his beard down and yanked off the white, puffy wig and bright red hat. He stared at them glumly. “I don’t know what was worse, losing Trisha, or having to work this job.” He looked up at Karen with narrowed eyes. “No one else knows about this right?””No,” she smiled assuredly. “Just Tyson. “Your secret will be safe tomorrow.”Tyson and Karen had been hosting an annual Christmas Eve party for a group of their friends since they first moved in together. This year there would be an added feature. Tyson knew that Matt would never take a handout, but after a lot of convincing, talked Matt into making an appearance at the party as Santa. It would only be a c
Matt was miserable. It had been a rough few months for the single man, the worst he had ever known in his more than twenty years. Losing his job due to cutbacks had been hard enough to take, but losing his girlfriend only weeks later when he was able to find a new job was humiliating. He wouldn’t have believed things could have ever become worse. And then he found himself in that chair, and he learned what humiliation was truly all about.For endless weeks, Matt’s days had become a tortured horror of screams and smells, pains and aggravations that left him exhausted. The chair became his hell, from the moment he put on the accursed uniform, to the moment he staggered home at night, that much more less a man. But there was nothing else he could do but devour his pride and say the words:”Ho ho ho. Have you been a good little boy this year?”Karen smiled to herself as she stood in line and listened to Santa’s thunderous voice. Matt had been a friend of Karen’s husband, Tyson, and hersel
Daddy was sleeping peacefully when I crawled into bed with him. I had been up half the night cleaning the nursery and making sure everything was in its place. Restless didn’t even begin to describe how I’d felt over the past few weeks. Not to mention I was oversexed all the time. It didn’t s
“Fuck, you’re so sexy,” Mr. Ramirez grunted in ecstasy. Suddenly, a whitish fluid pulsed from his shaft, landing on the coverlet right in front of me. He growled, and his upper body jerked with every pulse of fluid. He slid his fingers up his length then came back down, holding onto it so ti
Mr. Maxwell chuckled at my reaction.“You’ll come to love that, little one. Just try to relax.” “I—I don’t know if I can.” “Oh? Not even when I do this?” He lifted my rear end off the bed and proceeded to lick my puckered rose, darting his tongue inside so deep I felt my face heat. One
“I’m all ears.” I responded. My ears itching to hear what he had to say. “Well, it's pretty simple, really. I’d like to own you outright. For good. Twenty-four-seven.” I paused, waiting for him to say he was only joking. But Mr. Maxwell did not look as though he were trying to be funny







