Filthy Dirty Christmas Series Novels & Stories

They’re weak and feel like jelly. He fishes out some paper towels and cleans himself up with them. When I extend my hand to him for some, he shakes his head. “You’re going to walk out of here with my cum running down your thighs.” Fuck. Who knew professor Kade was a dirty talker? When my brain can function again, I tug my panties up my thighs and wear my leggings, ignoring the lines of cum that trickle down my thighs. It’s dirty but it’s so fucking hot.

I moaned, trembling, my body slick, my pussy still throbbing around him. He leaned down, his lips brushing my ear, whispering filthy commands as he gripped us both in his hands. “This is the unholiest thing you’ll ever feel… and you’re going to crave every second of it.” My body quaked at the thought. This wasn’t just sex… this was taboo, raw, and filthy, and I wanted every second. Every rough thrust, every cruel touch, every filthy word from him.

Jacob’s POV “Quiet! Last look… everything’s set… and… ACTION!” “Ho–ho–hooo, merry fucking Christmas. Who’s been a naughty little elf this year? Mama Claus got a sack full of surprises, but only if you unwrap me first.” “Santa, I’ve been dumped and down, but seeing you? My cock just went full North Pole and I’m about to split your chimney wide open.” The director flashed a quick thumbs-up signalling a Perfect start.

Her eyes flashed with a grief I didn’t understand. “It’s time,” she said softly, “you learned the truth about our family… and about Him.” The voices outside grew louder. A chorus of whispers. Merry Christmas.Merry Christmas. Merry Christmaaaaas… My skin crawled. Ruby lifted the lantern. And the flames inside turned black.

I step into frame, voice low and rough. “Santa, I’ve been dumped and down… but seeing you? My cock just went full North Pole, baby. I’m about to split your chimney wide open.” The director flashes a quick thumbs-up from behind the monitor. Good take. Cut. I’m Chris . Yeah, that Chris. The same pathetic loser who got dumped by his girlfriend of three years exactly nine days ago because, and I quote, “I wasn’t going anywhere in life.” She wasn’t wrong. I was delivering pizzas and jerking off to Destiny Mira p**n scenes every night like some sad cliché. And now, less than two weeks later, I’m on a Brazzers set with a raging hard-on, about to fuck the actual

Tristan says from beneath me and like a beast has been unleashed,Grey fucks me and fucks me till my whole body starts to shake violently. I’ve never squirted in my life but I’m doing it now shamelessly and blissfully and I’m doing it all over the Christmas tree by the chair. Lord have mercy, right now even Santa would not dare to be angry at me and if he chooses to, then I don’t mind having my name in the naughty list. “You dirty little slut” Grey says in his deep voice “Trying to get us in trouble with Santa and baby Jesus? I shake my head and push down on Tristan again and this time the two men take me again until I’m cuming hard for the third? Fourth?, fifth? Shit I’ve lost count of how m

“Now you can’t close these pretty legs even if you beg.” His palms slid up the backs of my thighs, thumbs spreading me open. A low, filthy groan escaping from him. “Jesus, look at this messy cunt. First Santa really did a number on you.” He dragged one finger through the slick mess, then pushed it back inside me along with his own precum. “Still so warm. So fucking full.” “Mmmm……” I whimpered, my hips rocking back shamelessly. He stood, and leaned over me, with his chest to my back.

I pouted and he pulled his fingers out almost completely before plunging them back in. “Life isn’t fair, now clean up your fucking mess.” I could only imagine how obscene we looked with him shirtless and his fingers inside of me while I darted my tongue out to lick the couch. The fabric was weird against my tongue and mixed with the tanginess of my arousal, it was different but not unpleasant. Once Jake realized I had started to clean it, he moved his fingers inside of me. I moaned and pulled back from the couch but he stopped. “When you stop, I stop.”

He pulled out and stroked his cock fast—hard—eyes locked on Sariah’s helpless, shaking body. And then He pulled out. Grabbed his cock. And came. Hot, thick ropes of white cum splashed across Dr. Vale’s ass and lower back. She leaned back, spread the mess with her fingers, moaning like a goddess fed on filth. Sariah whimpered. Keon was trembling. “Now,” she said to Sariah and Keon. “You two may speak one thing. One truth. One dirty fantasy you’ve never said out loud.” Sariah’s voice was shaking.

“You can’t do it without me. No one touches this pussy but me.” She cried out as her hips ground into his hand. Her fingers clutched the counter behind her. “Look at me,” he ordered. She tried, but her eyes were heavy and flushed with want. “I’m gonna come,” she gasped. “Victor, I’m gonna come.” “Good girl,” he said through his teeth. “Give it to me.” Her release tore through her in violent waves. She screamed his name as her legs clamped around his wrist. He didn't stop moving until every tremor had passed. Then he pulled his glistening fingers out and brought them to her mouth.