Fuck Me Santa
 
Home for Christmas
     
    My back crashes against the door and before I can gasp a breath he is crashing against me. He grabs my hands and pulls them high, pinning them with one of his own then reaches down to yank up my skirt and rip off my panties.
     
    We don’t have long, minutes maybe until the carollers finish singing and his mum and my dad return to finish decorating the tree. But I’m so wet right now it doesn’t matter. We’ve been sending secret signals all evening with eyes and lips so by the time our chance finally arrived we were both ready to pop.
     
    “Say it,” he hisses as he pulls my leg up to rest on his hip and opens his pants with urgent fingers.
     
    “Fuck me, big brother,” I reply and my words send wicked shots of arousal through us both.
     
    Looking into my eyes he angles his body, positions his thick cock and thrusts inside.
     
    We both moan but there is no time for gentleness. Gripping my hips he thrusts hard and fast into my cunt, grunting with each deep plunge.
     
    “Sweet… Sweet baby sister.” He gasps into my ear, his hips rocking faster, grinding against me just right.
     
    My climax is rushing towards me, so fast, too fast. My head falls back and hits the door I can’t help it. Just feels so good. My step-brother’s dick is stretching and pumping so deep, slamming against my clit and driving me higher.
     
    His hand clamps over my mouth seconds before I can scream my pleasure and the feel of his large hand over my mouth is so darkly erotic I come all over again. Three long thrusts of his cock into my hungry cunt and he stiffens, grunting into my hair as his cum floods my pussy.
     
    The carollers finish and we break apart. The front door closes, my step-brother buttons and zips his pants and I pull down my skirt and flatten my hair. Footsteps grow closer on the hard wood floor and we settle back at our places by the tree, I’m hanging tinsel while he hangs the balls. We turn and smile innocently when our parents return.
     
    I notice him snatch something from the tree and almost laugh out loud when I see that he’s hastily hiding my panties in his pocket.
     

     
    ~*~*~
     

     
Bad Santa
     
    “Call me Santa,” he says as he delivers a sharp smack to my ass. “You’ve been a bad little elf, haven’t you, tipsy? Drinking on the job, playing with the toys. I could smell your slutty scent on the dildos you know.”
     
    “I’m sorry, Santa,” I moan and let out a yelp when he smacks my tender butt cheek again.
     
    There must be a red handprint there my now. Angry and red, it feels so hot and sort of tingly as the sting subsides. He spanks my bottom again and again and soon my pussy is clenching and flooding with each slap of that large hand on my sensitive ass cheek.
     
    When his hand stops and comes to rest on my thigh I nearly protest but then his hand slides up the inside to where my pussy is heavy and waiting to be touched.
     
    “So wet, my little elf.”
     
    “Touch me,” I moan wriggle my butt as best I can, not easy when bent over his knee.
     
    “You promise to be a good girl next year?” he asks as his fingers delve between my soaking folds to stroke over my clit.
     
    “Yes.”
     
    He chuckles and drags his thumb over my clit as one long finger circles my tiny little hole. “Yes, I’ll be a good girl? Or yes, Fuck me?”
     
    I cry out impatiently and buck against his hand. “I’ll be a good girl! Now fuck me, Santa!”
     
    Kinky Hook-ups
     
    Mature male looking for
     
    naughty elf in need of a
     
    good spanking.
     
    No fairies or witches please
     
    Unavailable Xmas Eve
     

     
    ~*~*~*~
     

     
So Wrong
     
    “Fuck this is so wrong.” I mutter between my teeth when my back hits the wall and my pants hit the floor.
     
    All I can do is watch as the sexiest Santa I’ve ever seen drops to her knees in front of me. She’s wearing the full red suit but this one clings to her curves. She’s also wearing the full white bearded. That is

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