Santa Sex Stories Novels & Stories

Girls that had sexual sex, much more enjoyable than my awkward and unsatisfying sex life at the moment. The story that stood out for me was based around a girl who went camping with her husband. They bunch made a couple of friends and one thing led to another with five guys fucking her, filling her with cum. The following experience came in the shape of a p**n movie among my immature man friends who’d put on during a party. In the lady's bleached blonde hair to her giant fake tits, everything about it dropped into the class of fake. Certainly not a turn on like the aforementioned narrative, but seeing her take on four giant cocks somehow made the dream a little more genuine.

“Does this bore you?” “Sorry, Ma’am.” It wasn’t so much that it was boring, it was that it was just stories. He needed more. “And then today, at lunch, I seduced a UPS guy. All tan and muscles, he looked great in his uniform shorts but he looked even better out of them. Nine-inch cock, at a minimum. Straight and thick. And boy could he eat. Someone had trained that boy well. I had three orgasms before we even got to the actual fucking. I thought about you—stuck here, cleaning the bathroom or the kitchen or whatever it was you were doing.”

After a couple dry pulses, his cock unloads a huge blast of hot jizz far into my pussy, filling me up as each subsequent pulse shoots another stream deep inside me, glazing daddy Santa's daughter in his batch of lust. I moan, the warmth of daddy Santa's love matching the warmth of the spirit of Christmas. He twitches, his cock spilling so much seed into my young cunt that daddy Santa struggles to hold himself up through the whole ordeal. He shakes as his orgasm violently escapes him, making me shiver as his cock finally empties inside me.

“Louder, baby. Let Santa hear how much you love it.” “Yes, Santa, I fucking love it,” I screamed, voice cracking. He laughed, dark and satisfied, and I heard the lube bottle open. Cool gel dripped right between my ass cheeks, sliding slow and thick down over my pussy and clit. I shivered hard. One thick finger circled my asshole, pressing, teasing, then pushed inside slow and steady. The stretch burned in the best way. I gasped, pushing back, wanting more. “Ever had this tight little hole fucked on Christmas Eve?” he asked, working that finger deeper, twisting it.

“What’s the matter? Cat got your tongue?” I force myself to shake my head, heat creeping up my cheeks. “No, I just…” I stammer, suddenly forgetting how words work. “What do you mean, ask Santa? Who is Santa?” He chuckles, the sound deep “Santa,” he says, his grin widening, “is an Alpha who can get you anything you want. You know… just like this dress you’re wearing.”

The next day at work felt like absolute torture. I was the manager of Velvet Desires, an upscale adult store located in a quiet corner of the city. We sold high-end toys, luxurious lingerie, premium lubes, and everything a woman could possibly want to explore her deepest fantasies. Normally I loved my job. I helped shy customers find their first vibrator, recommended the perfect bullet for discreet public play, and smiled through awkward conversations with complete confidence. Today, however, I could barely concentrate on anything.

“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.”

“Says the Alpha who gave his Luna oral sex in dream land.” “That would actually a very interesting story plot.” “Exactly why we should be doing more adventurous things while fucking…to spice up our lives and make good story plots.” “Hmm.” “Yeah, you mentioned one time that Everlery likes writing…she can write erotica stories with what we do and who knows? We might be the inspiration to a bestseller book.”

Thick, veiny, and wet with that girl's spit. "Oh yes, Sara... choke on daddy’s cock," Daniel growled out. His voice was lower now, gravelly. "Suck that fucking cock." Sara started moving faster. She knew what he wanted. Her hands reached down, her small fingers cupping and squeezing his balls while her tongue swirled around the head of his cock. I could see the strings of saliva trailing down the shaft, dripping onto his thighs. She was bobbing her head frantically now, her small hands pulling at his thighs to get him even closer. I could see the skin of his cock stretching tight as she took the whole length of it, her throat working hard to keep up with his rhythm.