Filthy Dirty Christmas Series Novels & Stories

"Well, Merry Christmas! Aren't you a jolly, slutty elf!" "Merry Christmas, Papa Charlie," Essence responded merrily, as she kept stroking his now semi-erect dick. "Merry Christmas, you big-dicked Grandpa," Sheila called out from between his legs. "Merry Christmas, baby girl slut," Charlie responded fondly, these double sensations exhilarating, and the ultimate best way to be awakened. The two girls returned to working over his genitals for a couple more minutes, until he was completely hard. Essence then said, "It's time for my first Christmas present, Papa Charlie!"

"Hahahaha, oh my goddddd." Christiana shrieked, clutching her stomach as she laughed, but I wouldn't blame her. Who wouldn't laugh at my hot mess? I had fallen deeply for a man with a dirty mess. What else do I expect from him? "You really have a lot of drama on you, don't you, Mrs. Kings?" Christiana drawled, teasingly, as I glared at her. "But this is a good thing. Someone is finally hot after Mr. Billionaire Mafia..."

I said to myself. I forced myself to stand up from the bed and pulled off the bed sheets stained with my blood. I was still fully naked. I felt so much pain in my thighs and vagina as I came down from the bed. I folded the bed sheets and took it to the bathroom, then soaked it in water. Then I turned on the shower to take my bath again. While in the shower, I roughly scrubbed my body parts that Antonio touched but I didn't still feel clean. I still felt dirty, unclean and used.

When she finally calmed down, she looked at me with dark eyes, stood up and went behind me “Your turn, Cindy. Cum on his cock.” I rode him harder, bouncing faster. Amy reached down and rubbed my clit while I fucked her stepdad. “Cum for us, baby,” she whispered, kissing my ears. “Cum all over his cock.” The dirty words pushed me over the edge. I cried out as my orgasm hit me hard. My pussy clenched tight around him, waves of pleasure crashing through me. Mr. Reynolds groaned loudly, his hips thrusting up desperately.

“Excuse me Caleb, I need to go sit. I'm still sore and besides, I've still got work to do from here." “I'm going to expose everything," he threatened. “Expose what?," I chuckled. “That you have a small dick?" “Stop saying that," he fumed. I smiled. “Okay. Now if you'd excuse me, I need to go pee." I searched in my purse, brought out a tissue, and held it up for him to see. A mocking smile etched in my lips. “I need this to wipe what is dripping down my thighs." " You have no shame,” he sneered.

Katie did as she was told and eagerly raised her rump high for me, shaking her perfect rear like a real slut. "Oh please Mister, you just gave me one present. I think my stockings are totally stuffed..." Katie whined, and she was probably right – my creamy spunk made her pussy lips and thighs a glazed mess, and still more rushed out of her and down her quaking thighs. "A good Christmas slut doesn't say no," I slapped my palms down hard onto her rump. She squealed and pushed back towards my raging cock. "And you've been a terribly slutty girl tonight, Mrs. Clause."

Father Daniels growled and tightened his grip on my hair. "I'm sorry... oooh fuuckk me, Father!" I moaned. "I'm sorry letting lust make me into a slut! I'm sorry for letting a married man fuck me in the ass! I'm sorry for being a total slag!! Please let Father Daniels cock wash me of my sins!" Suddenly, Father Daniels reached around and pressed two fingers against my throbbing clit as I kept bouncing on him. "OOOH FUCK!!" I shouted from the dual pleasure. "Mmmm," Father Daniels moaned into my ear, "I'm going to baptise your pussy with my cum soon."

I ground down, circling my hips, rolling my clit against him, chasing that sharp edge of pleasure. “Look at you,” he growled, watching where our bodies met, his fingers digging into my flesh. “So fucking beautiful riding me in God’s house. You’re my dirty little angel, aren’t you?” “Yes,” I sobbed, bouncing faster, heat building, fire licking through my veins. “I’m yours. Only yours.” He slammed up into me, pace brutal and unforgiving. I came again, falling apart in his arms, tears streaking down my face, the pleasure almost too much to bear.

“Because there's far more to this holiday, not to mention the Christians stole it from cultures far older. They twisted it and it became what you see today. The celebration of joy for a prosperous year, the slumber of gods as winter solstice begins, bonfires, decorating with holly, mistletoe, evergreen boughs, ritual sacrifices, feasts, and gift-giving have been replaced with debt, envy, and disparity, all hidden beneath fake smiles and disingenuous cheer.” She laughs, “Well shit! Merry fucking Christmas to you!” We both laughed. I extended my hand, “I'm Damon.” “Ana,” she replies as she takes my hand and shakes it. “I'm one of the creators.” She's interesting for a halfling. I wonder if she

I said, lips curling. I didn’t even have to say it twice. The three of them stood as one, forming a slow, deliberate circle around me. Dennis’s fingers tugged his shirt off in one fluid motion. Noah shrugged his hoodie halfway over his head and left it hanging behind his neck, like a man too wild to finish undressing. Wesley didn’t rush. He hooked his thumbs beneath the waistband of his joggers, then slid them down his thighs, slow enough to make my breath catch. “Is this what you want, baby?” Wesley murmured, voice molten as he stepped closer, bare chest rising and falling with heat. “Look how hard I get for you.”