Christmas Sex Stories Novels & Stories

And those white whiskers and long, flowing beard…I shudder just to think of those whiskers tickling me in soft and pink places. But it’s just a fantasy. I mean, Santa isn’t real, right? So it’s not like I’m going to get what I want on my Christmas list anytime soon. At least that’s what I thought… It was Christmas Eve and I’d spent it with my girlfriends, drinking wine and getting lit talking about girl stuff and the subject inevitably turned to sex, as it always does when the girls get to drinking, and I, sort of, admitted my secret fantasy.

They rewarded me by double-teaming my mouth, both tips pressing against my lips until I stretched wide, tongue working between them, tasting the salty mix of pre-cum and my essence. By the time we collapsed, bodies entangled in the rumpled sheets, the clock read past midnight. Christmas Day dawned with lazy morning sex, me waking to Nathan's fingers inside me, Stefan's mouth on my neck, nipping softly at first, then harder as I arched into them. 'Merry Christmas, baby girl,' Stefan whispered, sliding into me missionary-style, slow and deep, while Nathan watched, stroking himself. We ate breakfast in bed, tray of pancakes and fruit delivered by the butler, who averted his eyes from my naked f

“Been dreaming of ‘em bouncing while I fuck you senseless” He drops lower, kissing a burning trail down my belly. His tongue dips into my navel, swirling, teasing. “Ohhh….” I moaned, trembling, my thighs already slick with my arousal. He snatches the thick candy cane dildo still in its box from the “Naughty Santa” display and rips it open with his teeth. The silicone is cool, ridged, striped red and white like it was made for this. “Spread those pretty legs, baby. Daddy’s stuffing this greedy cunt with Christmas.”

I wanted to ignore the feeling between my legs and just walk out to my car, but I guess pussy couldn’t just let me. So I turned and went in search of the white bearded chimney guy. He sat in a sleigh chair, which looked kinda comfortable , held two kids,on his knee and was the Santa imitation voice and laughing loudly asking them what they wanted for Christmas. I stood still biting my lips and hoping my eyes are hiding my sexual desires as much as I am holding myself from sitting on his laps and straddling his legs. His eyes locked with mine,I’m pretty sure the intensity of my eyes were boring into his head.

She was looking over my shoulder at the same wall and reading some of them softly under her breath. “Hmmm, look at this one,” I said. “This person seems to have described our date last week in perfect detail.” It was a story about a woman who liked to be spanked and punished. “I like this one,” Carrie said, pointing to another. “I really think we should try and work this one into our next date.” The story was about a couple who arranged to act like strangers and meet up at a trashy bar and pick each other up. There were long descriptions about them fucking in the back of the bar as the guys playing pool watched and stroked their cues.

She licked the sweat from his throat and promised worse. The obsession sharpened in every city. Budapest: sex in the shadowed alley behind the opera house minutes before curtain, his hand over her mouth, strangers twenty feet away. Amsterdam: a midnight canal boat where he bent her over the rail and fucked her while tourists drifted past on another boat, close enough to touch. Barcelona: he tied her spread-eagle to the bedposts with the silk sashes from hotel robes and used a wand on her clit until she was speaking in tongues, then flipped her over and took her ass until she blacked out for three blissful seconds.

Car sex is good, how much I missed. "Damn your pussy is so tight... I'm gonna cum" he groaned as he thrusted deeper into me. One of breast spurted out of my dress as it bounced to his thrust. I moaned loudly as I reached orgasm. He grabbed hold of my ass as he pounded into me and soon came in the condom. We both collapsed on the car seat breathing heavily. "Damn that was great" he said as I arranged my dress. "Thanks" I faked a smile. He reached for his trouser and brought out some cash. He made to give me the money but I stopped him.

The way her insides wrapped around his d*ck is making him want to c*m soon. "Fuck it, sweetheart. You're making me crazy, ah…" Sandro can't control it anymore. He started to plunge hard and fast, making Demie crazy. She's moaning so loud now. The sound of their genitals, slapping together is heard through the room. It can't escape outside, soundproof. "Oh… Sandro… I'm c*mming…" Demie's hips is in the air, being pulled by Sandro to meet his thrusts. Who is now gritting his teeth, expelling so much force.

“And trust me, I’ve looked and looked and looked. I've tried. You do not want to open any dating apps in this town. It's downright scary.” “But Mr. William's nephew? I hear he's single,” Mrs. Kerstman pressed. “I also hear he's gay,” Mr. Kerstman replied. He moved the suitcases a little bit closer to the door, in an attempt to slowly keep his wife heading toward their flight. Mrs. Kerstman gave him a dirty look. “Have you tried wishing for a good man?” Mrs. Kerstman asked, nodding towards Mr. Kerstman, but not moving toward the door like he wanted her to. “This Santa has a pretty good record for wishes coming true, but only if—”

She came twice, her body surrendering completely. By evening, in the bedroom, it was missionary—intimate, eyes locked as he moved slowly, then fast, grinding his pubic bone against her clit until she begged. “Harder… please!” He obliged, pounding until they both shattered. The day blurred into a marathon of forbidden ecstasy—shower sex, where water slicked their bodies, his cock sliding in from behind; oral on the stairs, his tongue devouring her until she squirted; quickies in every room, each more intense than the last.