Filthy Dirty Christmas Series Novels & Stories

She looked every bit the innocent college girl on the outside, but her eyes burned with filthy desperation. “On the bed, legs spread,” Clyde said, his voice rough. “Show us that greedy little hole that took us in.” She didn’t wait. She lay back and spread her thighs wide, exposing her already dripping pink cunt and asshole. Both brothers groaned at the sight. They weren’t fans of sharing women, but if it was their Zinnia, then they could break that rule. They climbed onto the bed, cocks hard and throbbing, ready to ruin her. Clyde claimed her mouth first, kissing her deep and filthy while Cedric latched onto her left tit… doing what he couldn't do in the basement.

I look straight into the camera, cum sticky and warm on my lips and cheeks, chest heaving, pussy still throbbing and dripping. “Happy... fucking... Thanksgiving, bitches.”

And he never does anything without some cruel hidden intention behind it. I tossed the stocking into the closet and slammed the door, and stood there for a moment breathing hard, forcing myself to calm down. I would not let this ruin my Christmas. I would not let him ruin my Christmas. Not even Grayson Holt and whatever twisted game he was playing now could take this day away from me. I took a deep breath, squared my shoulders, and headed to the bathroom to shower. When I came downstairs forty minutes later—showered, dressed in jeans and a soft cream sweater from the suspiciously well-stocked closet—the smell of bacon and fresh coffee hit me immediately.

He made fun of me as my cheeks burned from embarrassment. I sure hope I didn't pee on myself. The new Christmas song that was playing in the background now was "All I want for Christmas." by Mariah Carey. Santa Claus got on the bed again, teasing my clit with his slippery dick as he removed the soiled vibrator, stretching out his tongue to lick my release from it. "What do you want for this Christmas, girl?" He asked and I shut my eyes. "Your Cock, Santa Claus. Please ravish me hard." I pleaded as he continued to tease me down there, almost making me lose my mind.

“But I wanted to.” She swallowed, her eyes glistening. “I want to make your Christmas remarkable,” he continued. “I want you to have the best Christmas of your life.” Her chest tightened, she was trying too hard to hold back her tears. The last thing she wanted to do was ruin her makeup. “God,” she breathed. “I won’t lie, this is the best Christmas of my life. Ever.” Her voice cracked. “Thank you so much.” Tears threatened, and she blinked rapidly, trying to hold them back.

Judy whispered, like she was afraid her joy might scare Malaya away. Malaya's smile was smaller this time—still shy, but real. "Merry Christmas, Grandma Judy." Judy's hand flew to her mouth. Tears spilled without permission. "Merry Christmas, sweetheart," she breathed. "Oh… thank you for calling me." Jerry leaned into view, impatience playful. "And what about me, huh?" Malaya giggled. "Merry Christmas, Pawpaw." Jerry's entire face lit up. "That's my girl!"

“You’re gonna take my fucking dick in that tight little hole, little girl. Three virgin holes deflowered on Christmas Day. How’s that for Santa’s naughty list?” “Please!” she cried. “Please, Santa daddy! Please take me!” Three fingers must have hurt her, even slicked up nicely. I twisted them deep and her asshole took it all eagerly, even if she whimpered and wriggled. Her ass was glowing pink, cheeks matching cheeks as she twisted back to look at me. “How many?” she asked, and I smirked at her. “Three thick fingers, sweetheart, but it’s nothing compared to my cock.” “Do it,” she rasped. “Please, Santa daddy, please just fucking do it.”

she moaned softly, “fuck me, fill me up. I love being your dirty little whore.” He groaned as the tip of his cock nestled, creating soft friction, and then he drove into her in one deep thrust. He pulled out and pounded her ruthlessly. This wasnt lovemaking, or growing closer. This was a dirty fuck in a dingy carpark. The kind of fuck that Remy knew well and the kind of scene that made men like Ethan lose their minds. She took it all and let her arse push back against his cock as he stayed buried deep in her.

Closing his eyes, he massaged his temple. “That’s the point. Why would I watch naked women dancing on stage? I mean, that’s just a woman, with tits and pussy. Man, we tasted those a hundred times already. What’s special about this woman?” It’s just plain perversion for Phoenix to watch women dance naked. He’s not a saint, but he’s not a pervert either. “Are you sure you don’t wanna go? Is that your final answer?” Phoenix frowned. He can sense that his brother was up to something.

I learned to be thankful and quiet. That acceptance made me hate Christmas. Love songs made my skin crawl. The lights under our tree looked like glass eyes. The ribbons on the presents were traps. Every year, the house tuned itself to cheer and I pretended to enjoy it. The twenty-fifth became the night when a new kind of cold touched my bones. It was the day the truth had crawled out at me like an animal. It was the day I had learned how much of my life had been decided by other hands.