Santa Sex Stories นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Besides, he filled out the Santa costume quite nicely, though, and he had a nice dick. Monica's husband and kids were in the living room downstairs, singing Christmas songs with her friends and family. Her husband, Dan, wasn't much of a sex enthusiast, and their sex life had been restricted to once a week. Monica had been sure she would go mad without sex until her friend had told her about 'Dirty Santa'. "Slip those fingers in that pussy, " Her dirty Santa ordered, leaning close to watch her obey. "Yes, Santa," She moaned, licking two of her fingers and slipping it in her pussy. She felt her hot walls cling to her fingers, clamping around them and began fingering the wet cunt.

By this point, Santa was completely buck naked and I could see every detail in the dim light of my bedroom from the thick pelt of hair on his chest to the fat thick cock that jutted impressively from beneath his “bowlful of jelly.” “Holy shit…you’re really…Oh.My.God!” I squeaked and he laughed with amusement at my reaction. But could you blame me? How many times did a fantasy come to life? Not ever! Now that the preliminaries were out of the way, Santa didn’t waste time and suddenly, his stout body was on top of mine. His mushroom-headed monster was nudging at my pussy, eager to dive in and I tittered with mad glee. This was insane and awesome at the same time! “I like it rough, Santa,” I to

WARNING! THIS IS A NON-CONSENSUAL STORY. PLEASE BE WARNED. IF YOU CAN'T HANDLE IT AVOID THIS PARTICULAR STORY. As I mentioned, I write based on the prompts readers give if it's not too extreme. This doesn't mean the author supports this in real life. Note: There are limits I won't cross when writing these collections, so when you request a certain story, don't cross a certain line. I won't write it. CHAPTER 1 The bar smelled like spilt beer and old cigarettes. A few people were scattered around the tables. It was late August, and most of the town was at the county fair.

He wasn’t the Santa with a big tummy and while his beard were as white as his hair, he was irrevocably handsome. Strong biceps, a deep voice that could make a woman wet and grey eyes that could see the soul. “Come,” Santa said calmly, his eyes never leaving Tiny Fae. Little missy trailed kisses from his nipples, her tongue circling the piercing he had there before moving to his naked cock. His dick hardened and twitched. “But the names of…” “One more word and I’ll be fucking you while you kneel on that stool,” Santa threatened. Tiny Fae stifled a moan as she clenched her thighs tighter. The erotic image of having his big dick stuffed into her while she was on her knees made her more horny.

Hard and fast and relentless until I'm coming over and over and can't remember my own name. I've been rotating them for a while now. The mechanic when I need to be split open and filled completely. The neighbor's brother when I need to be fucked into oblivion with speed and stamina. Between the two of them I'm finally getting what I need. What my body has been screaming for since before my first daughter was born. My husband has no idea. He thinks I'm just taking care of the cars. Being friendly with the neighbors. He has no clue that I'm getting the best sex of my life from two men who know exactly how to use their bodies.

Stanley held my hand and pressing it slightly he said, “Trust me Olive! I will believe you! I will believe everything you say!” I kind of blushed! “Ok. Here is the thing! I do have a boyfriend whose name is Santa! I never saw him but we have been exchanging letters! On every Christmas he gives me presents and I know now, of course! He cannot be the Santa with reindeers and sledge but all my childhood I believed that he is the real Santa but much young and handsome and someday he will take me away with him to his land! Now that I have grown up and know that there is no real Santa, I should have, may be forgotten him. But I didn’t! I have saved my virginity for him, till now!” “Wow!”

And I wanted to be punished: Perhaps that, more than anything else. I began reading erotic BDSM stories. For a while this seemed to be enough. It allowed me to escape my life, if only for short periods of time. Erotic BDSM stories were challenging to find in my small town and soon found myself searching sites on the internet. This opened up a whole new world: Before I knew it, I was placing ads on personals sites, trying to make my dream a reality. Initially the responses were just crude. Even the ones I decided to contact, seemed a little beyond what I was looking for: Cruel men, perhaps dangerous too. Finally I received a response from Tony.

he growled, kicking my legs apart. I obeyed, water running down my back. His cock rubbed between my ass cheeks, thick and hot. “Ryan... condom?” I asked, voice shaking. “Raw. Like I promised.” He spat on his hand, slicked his cock, and pushed the fat head against my hole. “Gonna breed this stepbrother ass.” He thrust in hard. The stretch burned like fire as he sank deep in one long stroke. I cried out, the sound echoing off the tiles.

Behind closed doors, the rules don’t exist. Welcome to a world of dark cravings, intense control, and the intoxicating thrill of the forbidden. This sizzling compilation brings together a collection of raw, high-stakes erotic stories where boundaries are crossed, inhibitions are shredded, and surrender is the only option. In Book One: Escapades with Step daddy, nineteen-year-old Ella Monroe's wicked fantasies become a dangerous reality when she is caught spying on her stepfather, Sebastian. What follows is a frantic, high-risk game of lust played right under her mother's nose—filled with breathless encounters, sharp commands, and an addiction neither of them can control. From taboo

Sloane muttered. The drill turned sexual on the turf. Sloane grabbed Tatum and pushed her down onto the soft grass. “My turn to dominate.” She stripped the rest of Tatum’s clothes and worshipped her body. Sloane ran her hands over every curve, kissing the strong lines of Tatum’s thighs and stomach. “Fuck, your body is perfect. So athletic and tight.” Tatum arched under the touch, breathing heavy.