Santa Sex Stories Novels & Stories

Darrell already left for work, we were all bored so we decided to swim. "Yeah and after that, we had sex" she giggled. "Woah so you guys are officially together?" "Yeah" "I can't seriously remember the last time, I had a good screw. About three months ago" Daniela said. "Three months? Don't tell me you?..." I trailed off raising my brows at her. "Of course, I had it with one of the male servants" she rolled her eyes. "Holly molly. You need to get laid sis. How about we hit the club tonight?" she giggled.

⚠️ Trigger Warning This story contains explicit sexual content, including themes of forced feminization, BDSM, humiliation, sissification, pegging, cum play, and dominance/submission dynamics. It is intended strictly for mature audiences (18+). Reader discretion is advised. “I want you to remember this night for the rest of your life,” Sasha whispered, her voice like velvet over a blade. Julian didn’t get the chance to respond. The click of heels sounded behind him, then the door opened—and everything shifted.

Her tits bounced violently and got slapped red. The dirty talk grew louder and filthier. "Look at this cum covered whore. Six college guys destroying her holes at 2 a.m." "She is going to be sore for days but she will come back for more tomorrow." Lena came again and again until her voice grew hoarse from screaming. By the time the guys started unloading their second loads of the night, she was a trembling, dripping mess. Cum filled her pussy and ass and covered her face, tits, and stomach.

The old man sat beside him on the garden bench, he too, had a glass of wine in his hand. “I will not ask you what it is, I know you can handle that since you're old enough.” “Maybe, I was just pressured, with the upcoming election and the wedding, it’s stressing the hell out of me.” He lied. Of course, he’s not going to tell his father that he’s been fantasizing about a woman who works as a stripper, that’s just so embarrassing. Who in their right mind wanted to fuck a dirty woman? “It’s not about a woman?” he suddenly asked.

I started to come again, and then again. I never came so much in such a short period of time. The pain in my butt from the spanking, the daddy and slut thing, he being my father-in-law, the hard fuck he was giving me, I think all of this combined, made the sex so much better. I really thought I was going to pass out from all the pleasure I was feeling, it was like an infinity wave rolling inside of me.

Then he pushes his cock even deeper and we both moan like animals I know this dark romance can destroy everything. It is very bad. It is disgusting. It is the worst kind of sin. But every time his thick cock slides into my wet cunt, every time he slaps my ass and calls me his dirty stepdaughter whore, every time his hot cum leaks out of me later while I sit with my family, I feel more alive than ever. The age gap, the taboo, the constant risk of getting caught — it all makes the pleasure so much stronger and dirtier

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“Been dreaming of ‘em bouncing while I fuck you senseless” He drops lower, kissing a burning trail down my belly. His tongue dips into my navel, swirling, teasing. “Ohhh….” I moaned, trembling, my thighs already slick with my arousal. He snatches the thick candy cane dildo still in its box from the “Naughty Santa” display and rips it open with his teeth. The silicone is cool, ridged, striped red and white like it was made for this. “Spread those pretty legs, baby. Daddy’s stuffing this greedy cunt with Christmas.”

Hannah started riding him hard, her big tits bouncing, hands still tied but using the fountain edge for balance. The three of them moved together. Julian’s cock buried deep in Hannah’s pussy, his tongue deep in Rebecca’s. The nuns leaned forward and kissed each other again, sloppy, desperate kisses while they rocked their hips. Water from the fountain splashed up, cool drops hitting their hot skin.

"Trust me, you've done well to have agreed to spending Christmas at my house...and I promise, you aren't leaving this city untouched." West Coast was where you find the boys that bring the fun, according to my best friend, Sonia. I only agreed to spending Christmas at her place because she had been asking since the start of the year. Aside from that, she would taunt me non-stop for still being a virgin at 20. Nothing about s*x interests me. It is true I haven't had my first s*x yet. I mean, you have to be interested to even do it, right? Well, I'm in for it this time, see what Sonia's Christmas fun plan was about.