Filthy Dirty Christmas Series Novels & Stories

We both aren't. "So, what's this so-called exciting news?" I inquired, exaggerating it with a hand gesture. Her face lit up again before she spoke. "There's this steamy Christmas show, or should I say contest, that an entertainment company is organizing. And it has this kinky theme that is so captivating, and I think this is exactly what you need!" My shoulder shook up and down because I was trying to control my laughter. "Ha... ha... ha, aren't you just too silly?" I laughed harder. "How the hell is this useful to me?" It seems my outburst of laughter annoyed her because she gave me a blank, layered look before saying, "It does in every way. First, it's a free vacation treat to an island in

Kelly’s POV I stared at the blank notebook page, the Christmas lights twinkling on the tree across the room like they were mocking my secrets. It was Christmas Eve, and instead of baking cookies or wrapping gifts, I was spilling my guts, every filthy fantasy I'd buried since puberty. My pen scratched furiously: Handcuffed to the bed, blindfolded, while he teases me with ice cubes. Hot wax dripping on my thighs, his mouth soothing the burn. Deepthroating him until tears stream down my face, gagging but begging for more. Bent over, his cock slamming into my ass, raw and unrelenting. And a dozen more, each one dirtier than the last.

“You answered.” “Yeah. I did. So…what do you want?” “I want you to hear me out.” Closing my eyes, I pinch the bridge of my nose. “There’s nothing to hear. You cheated on me. With someone I know. I was Gemma’s secret Santa at work last year and I spent way over the suggested budget because that’s what I do. I’m a nice person, giving good fucking gifts to people who don’t fucking deserve it.” So much for closure.

"Come for Santa, naughty girl. Milk this dick, gonna flood your chimney with cum." She shattered first, screaming my name. "Dax! Oh fuck, yes! Cumming on your fat cock!" Her walls convulsing, juices squirting out around my back and forth shaft, soaking my balls and the sheets. It was too much; I roared, burying deep and erupting, ropes of hot cum painting her insides, pulsing until I was spent, grinding through the aftershocks. We collapsed in a heap, panting, her pussy still twitching around my softening cock. I kissed her forehead, smirking. "Best Christmas present unwrapped. Nightcap?"

He heard the bathroom door open and Beth's voice say, "My. Oh my. Santa really made his naughty girl hot. She rounded the corner into the front room coming into the view of Chris. Her Red Santa top was unbuttoned down the front. Her braless chest was open wide enough so both beginning swells of either breast were visible. She stood before Chris, a finger teasingly on her lips like a little dirty girl who had very naughty thoughts., her other hand behind her back. Chris greedily stared.

she asked, smirking. The passionate charmer rewarded her with a hearty, masculine laugh that increased her desire for him even more. In response, the lust-filled redhead tried to move her hips to get more of him inside her. However, he countered by shifting his weight to keep her pinned and immobile under his beautifully muscular and firmly sculpted body. All the while, he remained inside of her, still not moving… Still hard. “Aaron, for the love of…” “Di, this is the first Christmas that I have my mate with me. I just wanted to tell you how important you are to me by being the first to greet you… Merry Christmas, Cherry Pie.”

Clutch asked. “I’m not sure we really want to know.” “Let’s go find Cutter,” Clutch said. “If he’s not stuck in the fuckin’ chimney.” The inside of the chapel looked as if a bomb had gone off during the taping of the “Burning Saints Holiday Special.” A very fresh-looking fir tree was propped up in the corner and decorated liberally with beer cans, bras, and panties. The tree looked as if it hadn’t been cut down, but rather pulled out of the ground. Grown ass men were passed out with Christmas ornaments hung in their beards. Tinsel was draped over every imaginable surface. Where there wasn’t tinsel, there was trash. Saints were strewn about the place, asleep on any chair, sofa, or available f

' Mischa angrily hissed to herself while her eyes burning in flames locked on Narco. Eyebrows pulled down and face wrinkled in disgust, Klauss grimaced at his current situation. He was having trouble with the dirt that stuck to his clothes and body. The veins in his head, neck, and hands have popped out of anger. He wants to take a bath in boiling acid just to get rid of the extreme grossness he feels right now.

Your man’s going to spank your ass later,’ he said in his mind before following them. Demie, on the other hand, was still clinging to Aly's arm as they entered the inside of the venue. Christmas decors on every corner, a large Christmas tree was settled on the side with its bright chirstmas lights and a gold star on the top. And with the christmas song played, people smiling at each other, Demie can really feel the spirit of Christmas. Someone meets them, a man who Demie thinks is the same age as Sandro. "Auntie, Merry Christmas," he greeted the woman and kissed her on the cheek.

She was shaking, moaning like a bitch in heat, completely lost in pleasure. They fucked her mercilessly. The wet slapping sounds were obscene. Her juices ran down the first guy’s balls as she got railed in both holes. She kept talking dirty the whole time, voice hoarse and broken. “Harder… wreck my slutty holes… I’m just a cumdump for real men… my son would be so ashamed if he knew what a filthy mommy I am…” That line almost made me cum on the spot. The shame burned through me like fire, but my hand kept pumping my cock faster. Pre-cum was pouring from my tip.