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the wrong part.
     
    The white polyester moustache tickles my lower belly and the beard tickles my balls and none of that matters because right this second my dick is sliding into her hot wet mouth.
     
    Her incredible tits are pushing out against the red coat, buttons are almost popping but it’s the beared that’s making my cock rock hard. How fucked up is that?
     
    “That’s it… Ooh suck me, Santa.”
     
    So. Fucking. Wrong.
     

     
    ~*~*~*~
     

     
Dirty Boss
     
    Office Party. Almost Midnight. Someone’s singing Christmas carols out of tune just outside the office door. Usually I just drink too much, maybe puke somewhere embarrassing. Not tonight.
     
    I’m pretty sure my boss, Jack has no idea who I am, he was pretty drunk when he grabbed me by the hand and dragged me in here. He just wanted to fuck and lucky for him, so did I or we’d be in the police station by now. He didn’t seem interested in anything other than bending me over his desk, shoving aside my panties and cramming himself into my tight cunt.
     
    Now he was giving me the fuck of my life. He didn’t give my body time to adjust to his thick cock; he just started thrusting right away. Pulling nearly all the way out only to plough back in, again and again, taking my cunt hard and fast and rough the way I like.
     
    It doesn’t take long with him grunting above me, his dick stretching my cunt, my fingers rubbing my clit in time with his thrusts. I let out a breathless yell when my climax hits in a rush of light and pleasure and he groans when my pussy clamps around him. Three more thrusts and his cum floods me till I can feel it dripping down my thighs.
     
    “That was fucking incredible, Pam,” he gasps as he buttons his pants and strolls out. “You’re fired.”
     
    I stand there with my mouth open and barely manage a, “What?”
     
    “You fucked the boss – Me – It’s against company policy.” He waved a hand and took another drink. “It was in your contract. You’ll get your dismissal papers and severance pay in a day or two. Oh yeah, Merry Christmas.”
     
    I sat there for a full minute. Mouth still hanging open. That fucking asshole!
     
    Lucky my name wasn’t Pam.
     

     
    ~*~*~*~
     

     
Vixen
     
    Another Christmas all alone. Ben should have been used to it by now but he was starting to wonder if it would ever stop hurting, if he would ever be able to enjoy this holiday again.
     
    It had been five years tonight. The argument. The storm. The way she threw her hands in the air and stomped out. It was a stupid fight. Any other night they would have made-up with a bout of hot steamy sex but not that night. She took a drive to calm her nerves but it was Christmas Eve, it was raining hard. No way could she have seen the drunk driver.
     
    Ben died that night too. Now every Christmas Eve he packed up and took a trip into the mountains. He couldn’t bare the celebrations and the words ‘Merry Christmas’ sent pain through his chest.
     
    As the moon hung high and heavy above and the fire crackled and popped Ben finally felt himself relax. It was so perfect out here. The smell of burning wood and the wilderness was intoxicating.
     
    He jumped when a branch snapped. Turning he let out a nervous laugh when a tall, silky looking reindeer stepped out of the woods. It was beautiful. Big brown eyes, shiny smooth fur, antlers set atop her head should have looked awkward but looked perfect somehow.
     
    It didn’t seem scared at all. Carefully he reached out his hand and was surprised when she didn’t pull away. Under his fingers her fur was even softer then it looked and to his pleasure she nuzzled his hand.
     
    Then right before his eyes she started to sparkle, shimmer… And as his disbelieving eyes widened the beautiful reindeer transformed into something very different.
     
    She was a head shorter than him. But he knew those large brown eyes and her long silky brown hair fell down her back and over her shoulders, coving