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Martin Briar

I sat in the recliner in the empty living room of my house, the lights off. Most of the furniture was gone. Just not my recliner. My bitch of a wife left me when she vanished. I went to work that morning for another fucking twelve-hour shift at TORAY, making carbon fiber material for airplane wings.

Another terrible day of hard labor, on my feet. I was tired, eager to kick up my feet, and came home to find the house cleared out. My wife and our three daughters all missing, their things packed up. Only my stuff remained, my clothes on the floor in the bedroom. She left me a mattress in there. A mattress and my recliner.

There was a note, too. “I’m divorcing you. I took the kids to your sister’s. We’re getting married.”

My wife left me for my dyke-sister. The fucking pariah of the family. A little whore that had always angered Mom and Dad. She would flaunt being a lesbian by sneaking girls into her room before she went off to college. Then it just grew worse.

When had my wife become a dyke, too?

I swirled the beer around in the bottle. There were a few on the TV stand I used as an end table. Two weeks, and my life had been turned upside down. I had been so excited. Christmas was coming up. I loved spending Christmas morning with my wife and daughters. I had bought that whore a diamond pendant.

The tree was still here. Decorated and flashing with lights. That slut knew she was going to leave me, and yet still went with me on my day off to get the Christmas tree with our girls, pretending we were still a happy family.

The flashing of the bright lights on the trees provided the only illumination. It was probably nearing midnight. I had to work all day today, but I had tomorrow off. What did it matter? To keep paying the mortgage on the house? The car payments? All that hard work for my family, gone.

I finished off the bear and stared to the fireplace. It didn’t work. The flue was broken. Cost too much damned money to fix it. Sherry was always on my ass to fix it so we could have roaring fires. She didn’t seem to care that there wasn’t enough money.

Not like she worked. She stayed home. Raised our three daughters. Took care of the home.

All gone.

Kelly, Megan, and Gabby. I closed my eyes. My youngest, fourteen, was a cute thing. Megan was a rebel, taking after my sister with dyed hair and a pierced nose. Still, she was sixteen and finding herself Kelly was the oldest, eighteen. A quiet girl with glasses who liked to read. She knew things. Always had a new fact to tell me.

I smiled for a moment before it faded. My daughters had agreed to this. They had let their mother convince them to stay silent and pack up behind my back. Was I that bad of a father? That horrible of a husband? I thought I did okay.

“Fuck,” I muttered. They didn’t even leave me with a fucking TV. Nothing to do but sit and doomscroll on the phone. They had all blocked me on Facebook, too. So had my cunt of a sister. My parents were in a tizzy. My friends were giving me looks.

I leaned back in the recliner, staring at the ceiling. The flashing lights of the Christmas tree played patterns on it. They shifted, almost hypnotic. My family was two states away. Fucking California. I wasn’t even sure. My sister was somewhere around LA. Thousand Oaks, maybe. Or the Palisades.

She had a big house. Got some money writing shit movies for and TV shows.

Somewhere, in the distant, bells chimed. I frowned at that. They were the jingle of sleigh bells. I straightened up, looking around. Had I gone crazy? Was it one of the neighbors fucking around? Maybe a father was pretending to be Santa Claus, coming to surprise his kids.

It was probably midnight, right?

Good dad. Hope his daughters aren’t ungrateful bitches.

The sleigh bells grew louder. They came from above me. I frowned, staring up at the ceiling. Something creaked up there. Was it the roof? Had someone gotten up on the roof? Why would anyone do that? Footsteps creaked.

“Ho, ho, ho,” drifted down the chimney. I frowned. It was hollow, but that didn’t sound like a man. “Merry Christmas!”

There came the cascade of soot. I closed the recliner and was about to stand when a figure in red with white fur trim burst out of my fireplace. I gaped at the festive figure before me. That was no Santa Claus. Or, it was a Santa Claus, but a female one.

She stood before me in a tight-fitting, red dress. It was low-cut to show off her very large breasts, the hem and neckline trimmed in red fur. She wore candy-striped stockings that vanished beneath her short skirt and knee-high, heeled boots polished to a stunning black. Her mature face wore a big smile. She had dainty glasses perched on her nose and blonde hair spilling around her face, a Santa’s cap perched on her forehead.

“Santa Claus?” I gasped in shock.

“Oh, no,” the woman said. “I’m Mrs. Claus, Santa’s wife. He deals with young men who have naughty wishes to fuck their mothers and sisters. I deal with the lonely men who ache to enjoy their daughters and get back at their ex-wives. It’s how we split things up. Tonight, he’s helping this boy named Dennis.” She giggled. “My husband’s probably got his cock in Dennis’s mom right now. He does like getting his payment. As for me…” She licked her lips. “Martin, I have a special Christmas gift for you.”

“I fucking drunk,” I muttered.

“You’re not that drunk,” she cooed and stood before me. She gripped the hem of her dress and drew it up, revealing her candy-cane stockings were, in fact, thigh-highs. “I’m not wearing any panties. Mmm, would you like to enjoy my cookie?”

My brain stuttered for a moment before registering what Mrs. Claus wanted me to do. To eat her pussy. I shuddered at that thought. Had I gone insane? I breathed in. She smelled of peppermint and evergreen. This heady delight. The Christmas lights danced across her skin.

I sank off the recliner and knelt before her. I licked my lips again, staring at the dark shadows between her thighs. Her big breasts jiggled. I heard bells tingling even though I couldn’t see them. I gripped her thighs. I breathed in. This time, a sweet aroma filled my nose. Heady and attractive.

I ducked beneath her skirt and pressed up between her thighs. I brushed a bell dangling from her pussy lips. It jangled. My lips found her cunt a moment later. Mrs. Claus shaved. Her sweet juices spilled into my mouth.

I licked through her folds, Mrs. Claus moaning, and brushed a small, round bell attached to a short chain pierced through her clit. That jangled when I brushed it. It rubbed against my face. I licked at her delicious pussy again.

“This can’t be happening,” I groaned, my hands sliding around her waist to grip her ass.

“It is,” Mrs. Claus purred. “Your wife and daughters were quite cruel to abandon you on Christmas. I have to make that up to you!”

“Yes,” I groaned, kneading her rump.

I licked at Mrs. Claus’s pussy, feasting on Santa’s Wife. Her delicious cookie tasted so sweet. I groaned, licking at her. The bell rubbed against my forehead, jangling as it moved. I groaned, feasting on her. My fingers dug into the MILF’s plump rump.

She moaned as I feasted on her. Her big boobs jiggled in her low-cut top. Her blonde hair spilled around her face. I loved the sounds she made as I feasted on her. I licked and lapped at her with such delight. It was such a treat to devour her.

She ground her cunt on me. I loved licking her. I tongued her with such passion. She moaned, her bell jangling. I licked and lapped at her snatch, gathering up her sweetness. This was Santa’s wife. That made this so fucking exciting.

“Oh, oh, Martin,” she moaned. “Mmm, Merry Christmas. Ho, ho, ho, that’s so good! Ooh, lick my cunt! Your wife’s such an idiot! Men are so much better at eating pussy than women! Oh, that stubble on my shaved cunt! Almost as good as a full beard.”

“Tell that to my wife,” I growled.

Mrs. Claus giggled and ground her shaved snatch on my face.

I stroked through her sweet folds, licking at the MILF’s cunt. The bell jangled against my forehead. I loved stroking my tongue through her petals. She tasted so good. The best cunt in the world. Santa Claus was a lucky man.

So was into get to feast on his wife’s pussy.

I plunged my tongue into her cunt and soaked in her sweetness. She whimpered as I did that. Her passion echoed through the room. I loved the sounds she made as I stroked around in her twat. I licked through her wonderful folds, feasting on her.

“Oh, oh, that’s it!” she groaned. “Don’t stop. Please, please, don’t stop eating me!”

“I won’t, Mrs. Claus!” I growled. “Does Santa devour your cunt like this!”

“Of course he does! Santa’s a stud!” She trembled. “Oh, oh, fuck!”

I buried my tongue into her cunt again, swirling around in her. Her bell tinkled as it rubbed across my forehead. I couldn’t believe that Mrs. Claus had piercings. That was so wild. She was a slut. I loved it. My dick was so hard in my pants.

My fingers dug into Mrs. Claus’s plump rump. My tongue stroked through her folds and brushed her pierced clit. She gasped as I stroked it, brushing the ring threaded through her bud attached to the small chain. Her charm jangled.

“Oh, oh, Martin!” she groaned. “That’s so good. Mmm, yes, yes, Martin, just lick my cunt. Feast on me!”

I devoured her. I licked through Mrs. Claus’s folds. I stroked around her pierced clit. I batted that ring, making the bell tinkle. The musical sound mixed with her growing moans. Her butt-cheeks clenched beneath my tongue.

That was hot to feel. I knew she was getting close to cumming. I wanted to drown in her pussy cream. That would be so hot. I nursed on her pierced clit, sucking on the golden chain. She gasped, her head throwing back.

“Oh, that’s it, Martin!” she purred. “Ho, ho, ho, Merry Christmas!”

Hot pussy cream gushed out of her cunt.

I drowned in Mrs. Claus’s sweetness. I tongued the married woman’s pussy, gathering up her juices. She tasted so good. I loved the flavor of her twat. I stroked through folds as she trembled through the orgasm I gave her.

“Martin!” Mrs. Claus squealed, her hot cunt grinding on my face. The bell jangled, filling the air with festive cheer. “Oh, oh, yes, yes, you stud!”

I stroked my tongue through her fold, feasting on every drop of Mrs. Claus’s cream. She swayed there, her moans echoing through my living room. The flashing lights from the Christmas tree danced in the highlights of her blonde hair.

She swayed and panted. She stepped back, the bell tingling as it swayed from her clit. She trembled and smiled at me. She winked and reached behind her. She unzipped her dress. I rose and groaned as it fell off her.

Mrs. Claus was naked save for her knee-high boots and thigh-high stockings. Her big breasts spilled out, heavy and jiggling. Both nipples had fat, gold rings pierced through them with short chains attached to another jingling bell. The music played as she smiled at me, her blonde hair framing her mature and lush face.

“Fuck me,” I groaned.

“Mmm, first a titty fuck,” she said. “Come on, get naked, Martin. Mmm, let me see your strong body.”

I was in pretty good shape. I had to move a lot while at work. I ripped off my sweater and threw it down. She licked her lips as I undid my belt. I shoved off my pants and boxers at the same time. My cock sprang out.

“Oh, you’re as hung as my husband,” said Mrs. Claus brightly. “I thought you would be. My, my, your wife didn’t enjoy this.”

“Frigid bitch,” I growled and stepped out of the jeans. “Just ran off. Not a fucking word. Who does that! Just leaves divorce papers and a fucking note!”

“A cunt,” said Mrs. Claus, cupping her breasts. The bells tinkled as she kneaded those lush mounds. “Now, sit down on your recliner, and let me massage your dick with my delicious breasts. Mmm, do you like my piercings? Santa got them for me. I adore how they tinkle.”

“Love them,” I groaned and sank onto the recliner. “This has got to be a fucking dream.”

“It is, but that doesn’t mean it’s not actually happening,” she said, winking at me. “That I’m not actually about to engulf your cock in my big, lush titties.”

“Damn,” I groaned and sat on the recliner.

Mrs. Claus sank to her knees and shuffled forward. The bells tinkled as she wrapped those big boobs around my cock. The warmth of her titties soaked my rod. She smiled at me, her pierced nipples rubbing against my chest.

She slid her tits up and down my cock. I groaned, savoring that sensation. It was just amazing to have her doing that to me. I groaned as her soft flesh massaged the crown of my cock. Pleasure shot down my shaft and through my body.

I loved the warmth of her boobs sliding up and down my cock. My nuts twitched as she massaged me like that. It felt so good to have her working those wonderful breasts up and down my rod. She squeezed them about me, smiling up at me.

“Mmm, isn’t this a wonderful Christmas treat?” she cooed, her blue eyes twinkling. Dimples shone in her rosy cheeks.

“Yes, Mrs. Claus,” I groaned.

“Perfect,” she purred and ducked her head down. She licked the crown of my cock, gathering up the precum.

“Fuck!” I gasped.

She giggled and slid her tits up my cock, engulfing the crown. When she slid her boobs back down, she licked the tip again. Her pink tongue stroking across the pinnacle of my dick made me groan. It felt so good. An added delight.

Receiving a titty fuck from Mrs. Claus was such a great Christmas present. I reveled in her licking the crown of my cock each time it emerged from between her soft boobs. Her nipples rubbed against my chest. I reveled in every sensation.

Her festive hat swayed as she worked her breasts up and down my dick. It felt so good to have her doing that to me. My cock twitched between her breasts. The need to cum built and built. I rose toward that moment when I would erupt.

“Damn, that’s good,” I growled.

“I know,” Mrs. Claus cooed. “Are you going to decorate my face with your festive cum?”

“Shit, yes!” I growled.

“Excellent.” She licked the crown of my dick again. “Shower me in your Christmas cheer!”

The pressure grew at the tip of my cock. I rose toward that wonderful moment when I would shower her face in cum. She worked those wonderful boobs up and down my cock. Mrs. Claus had the best fucking tits in the world.

Those soft mounds brought me to the brink. I was almost there as they slid up and down me. They engulfed my spongy tip only for her tongue to lick it a heartbeat later. The stimulation had me gripping the armrest of my recliner.

“Fuck, Mrs. Claus!” I roared.

Erupted.

My cum splattered her face. She opened her mouth wide and caught my jizz on her pink tongue. More of my spunk decorated her features like tinsel on a Christmas tree. The rapture shot through me with each blast of my seed.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” I groaned, soaking her face.

My cock pulsed between her tits as I fired a final blast of cum onto her face. She purred in delight as I soaked her features in my pearly spunk. I panted there, savoring this rapture shooting through me. It was the best cum I had in…

I couldn’t remember how long.

She leaned back, her tits sliding off my breasts. The jizz ran down her features. She swiped up the cum off her face, gathering my spunk on her fingers. Some dripped off her chin onto her heavy breasts. Mrs. Claus licked up my jizz off her digits.

“Santa likes his milk, but I love my cream,” she purred and winked at me. “The saltier the better.”

I grinned at her as I watched her scoop more of my cum off her features. She popped the cum into her mouth, groaning in delight. It was clear that she loved what she was doing. She suckled on her fingers, moaning around her digits.

“Fuck,” I breathed, watching her do that. “Oh, fuck, that’s hot.”

She winked at me as she suckled on her digits. It was so incredible to watch her doing that. My heart hammered in my chest as she licked the spunk off her fingers. She gathered up every drop of my spunk she could, loving the salty treat.

My cock was so hard as I watched Mrs. Claus clean herself. I didn’t even know what to call what I was witnessing, except that it was super hot. My heart pounded a thousand beats a minute as she cleaned up most of the spunk.

“Mmm,” she purred as I watched her. “That’s so nice, but…” She licked her lips. “My pussy needs a nice, big treat. Cookies and milk are for Santa, give me cocks and cream!”

I smiled as she crawled up onto my lap. The three dangling bells tingled as her heavy breasts swayed. The clit bell brushed my cock as she moved into position. She gripped my shaft, lifting me to her pussy. She winked at me.

“Merry Christmas, Martin,” she cooed and plunged her cunt down my dick.

“Fuck, Mrs. Claus!” I groaned as her married pussy devoured my cock. “Yes!”

“Ho, ho, ho!” she squealed, her tits slapping together and the bells tinkling.

Her hot pussy gripped my cock. I loved the feel of her warm snatch around my dick. She arched her back and smiled at me, her blue eyes twinkling. She slid her cunt up my cock. I groaned as her hot pussy massaged my rod. The bells rang with Christmas cheer.

Mrs. Claus plunged her hot cunt back down my cock again. Her silky snatch engulfed me. I gripped her ass. I held her plump rump as she rode me. Her boobs heaved before me, the bells flying on their chains, becoming golden blurs before my vision.

“Oh, yes,” moaned Mrs. Claus. “Oh, Martin! Oh, that’s such an amazing cock! Yes, yes, yes! That’s giving me such a festive spirit!”

“I can tell,” I groaned as she rode my cock with such passion.

She smiled at me. I loved her hot twat massaging me as the dimples shone in her red cheeks. She plunged her cunt down my cock and slid back up me, clenching down so tight on me. The need to cum grew and grew with every heartbeat.

My recliner rocked with her motions. She made me feel so amazing as she worked that wonderful cunt up and down my dick. She held me tight. It was so wonderful to have her finding me like this. I groaned, rising toward that moment when I would cum.

“Fuck,” I groaned.

“I know,” she cooed. “Ooh, that’s so good, right? You love having Mrs. Claus riding your cock for Christmas!”

“It’s the best present in the world,” I groaned.

“Oh, this isn’t your Christmas present,” she purred. “Mmm, this is my treat. Oh, yes, yes, my reward for delivering you your gifts!”

Her hot pussy felt too good to care about that right now. I just savored the warmth of her cunt gripping my dick. She held me tight with that hot flesh. It was incredible to have her bouncing on my dick. She massaged my cock with that wonderful heat.

I rushed toward the moment when I would erupt in her. I would fill her to the brim with my cum. I could not wait to spurt all my spunk into her twat. I would fill her up with so much jizz. It would be incredible to dump my load in her.

She squeezed her cunt down on my dick. It was so incredible to have her massaging my cock with her hot flesh. I smiled from ear to ear, rushing toward the moment when I would cum in her cunt. I would just dump my load into her cunt.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” I groaned. “I’m about to cum!”

“Oh, me, too, Martin,” she moaned and plunged her cunt down my cock. “Merry Christmas!”
Titty bells ringing, her cunt spasmed around my cock. I groaned as she suckled at my dick with her hot cunt. I gripped her butt-cheeks. I held her tight, savoring this wonderful moment. My nuts tightened as the pressure rushed to the tip of my rod and…

Erupted.

“Yes!” I gasped, flooding Mrs. Claus’s cunt with my cum.

I spurted blast after blast into her convulsing cunt. Her jingling titties heaved before me as she cried out in rapture. The ecstasy slammed through me. Stars danced across my vision as her pussy suckled at my dick.

I filled her with my cum. I gave Mrs. Claus every drop of jizz that I had. The heat swept through me. It was just incredible. I flooded her with so much jizz. I grunted as that incredible pussy wrung me dry. I gave Mrs. Claus all that I had.

“Fuck!” I grunted, erupting a final time.

“Mmm, that’s it,” she purred and kissed me.

I made out with Mrs. Claus as my orgasm died away. The weight of all that cumming and the beers pressed down on me. She broke the kiss and slid her pussy off my cock. My eyes closed. I relaxed, feeling at peace. Bells tinkled softly.

“Merry Christmas,” whispered Mrs. Claus before darkness overtook me.

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Sherry Briar

It was my first Christmas since admitting I was a dyke.

I sat in my new house in Southern California, my lover—who was also my sister-in-law—asleep in the bed upstairs. My three daughters were, too. They were all excited to move to LA and get away from their father.

He was such a boor. He was never there. Always working. Never around.

His sister came up to visit, and he hardly saw her. Of course, I saw a lot of Rachel. My husband’s little sister exposed herself to me, seduced me, and showed me I was really into pussy and not cock. My daughters were so supportive these last six months.

My soon-to-be-ex was oblivious. I don’t even remember why I loved him. It was so long ago. We were young and dumb and got married and had a kid, and life was just a whirlwind. I didn’t have a chance to have fun. To live. To discover myself.

Too busy being a wife and mother.

I smiled as I wrapped up the collector set of Lord of the Rings books for Kelly. She loved to read, and loved Tolkien. She watched those movies every year with Martin, the only other one in the family who could stand them. The one decent thing he did with her. It didn’t make up for the rest.

I could afford to buy these for her. We were barely scraping by. Martin’s salary had capped out at TORAY. He only had cost-of-living increases that hardly kept up. His sister… she was rich. She could give me the life I deserved.

Bells rang above. I frowned as I leaned back. I took a sip of the Chardonnay. Where were those bells coming from? Something scraped on the roof. It was high above the living room. Rachel had a very modern mansion, all glass windows that let you see out at the Pacific. There was an upstairs where the bedrooms lay, but it was only on one half of the house, giving this area such high ceiling.

Boots clicked on the roof. I stood, fear washing through me. What was that?

Then a burst of festive sparks erupted. From it, emerged a woman in a red dress lined in white fur. She wore a Santa’s cap, blonde hair spilling around her face. She put her hands on her hips, standing in heeled boots.

“Who… who the fuck are you?” I gasped.

“Mmm, Mrs. Claus, Mrs. Briar,” cooed the woman standing before me.v
“I’m not… Mrs. Briar any longer,” I whimpered. “I mean, the divorce isn’t final, but…”

“You’re Mrs. Briar until death do you part,” Mrs. Claus said. She had something silvery stained on her face. A bell tinkled as she swayed toward me. “You’re going to be a special gift.”

“What?” I gasped as she grabbed me by the back of the head and shoved me to my knees.

I bounced before the blonde woman who appeared out of the smoke. Mrs. Claus? Santa’s wife? That was nuts. She shoved me beneath her skirt. I could smell something sweet and salty. A bell jingled, then something round and metal brushed my head. A heartbeat later, sopping pussy lips pressed on my face.

“Now, Mrs. Briar, I know you’re a dyke who loves cunt,” cooed Mrs. Claus. “You like your sister-in-law’s pussy all the time, so don’t be shy.”

I shuddered and tentatively licked at Mrs. Claus’s cunt. I gathered up her sweetness and something else. Was that… cum?

“Mmm, your husband left a lot in me,” cooed Mrs. Claus. “Oh, yes, eat my pussy. Lick up all your husband’s seed, you cheating little trollop! I can’t stand cheaters.”

“Didn’t you cheat on your husband?” I gasped. “On Santa Claus with that loser!”

“It’s not cheating if he knows about it,” she answered. “Now lick, whore!”

I shuddered at her words and lapped at her pussy. I shuddered, gathering up the salty cum spilling out of her. It mixed with her sweet pussy. I hated blowing Martin. His cum was so nasty, but mixed with cunt cream…

I shuddered, closing my eyes. This just had to be a dream. I passed out from the chardonnay.

I licked at Mrs. Claus’s pussy, gathering up the salty cum. Every time I swiped through her folds, that jizz tasted better and better. I trembled, my cunt on fire beneath my bathrobes. I wanted to make love with Rachel right now.

Instead, I devoured Santa’s wife’s pussy. I licked Mrs. Claus’s cunt clean of my husband’s jizz. I gripped the MILF’s plump rump. I tongued through her folds, the bell jingling as it rubbed against my head.

This was so wild. So delicious and yummy.

“Ho, ho, ho,” cooed Mrs. Claus. “That’s what you are. A ho. Mmm, but you’re going to make such a wonderful gift. Yes, yes, keep licking my cunt. Clean me up. Gather every drop of your husband’s cunt, ho. Enjoy that festive Christmas cheer!”

“Yes,” I moaned and feasted on her, my hunger for that salty cum growing.

My tongue stroked through her silky petals. I gathered up the jizz spilling out of her. I felt so private in the dark provided by her miniskirt. I devoured Mrs. Claus’s cunt, licking through her folds to gather up every drop of that salty cum.

But there was less of it. The sweetness of her cunt started to dominate. I should be happy about that—I loved pussy now—but I wanted more cum. I plunged my tongue into her snatch’s depths, hoping to find more of that jizz.

My husband’s cum.

“That’s it, ho,” cooed Mrs. Claus. “Oh, oh, find all your husband’s spunk in me. That’s it, Mrs. Briar. Ooh, yes, yes, you delicious whore!”

I found my husband’s salty cum and scooped it out of her sweet depths. My tongue shot back into her cunt. I fluttered around, tasting jizz. I fished it out of her, curling my tongue to hook that wonderful spunk. I was addicted to it.

My fingers dug into her rump as I did this. I couldn’t help myself. It was just too good to lick up the cum from her pussy. I gathered it all out of her. She groaned as I did that. She squirmed there as my tongue stroked through depths, finding every drop of cum, but…

It ran out.

I whimpered, wiggling my tongue as deep into Mrs. Claus’s pussy as I could. I just had to find more. The bell rubbed against my forehead. I didn’t find any, though. I searched and searched, and I just tasted Mrs. Claus’s sweetness.

I loved that flavor, too.

Squeezing her butt-cheeks, I stroked to her pierced clit. I rushed her pierced bud, the bell shifting on my forehead. I fluttered against that bud just the way Rachel taught me. I loved Mrs. Claus’s love button, wanting to drown in her cunt cream.

“Oh, that’s it, Mrs. Briar,” she moaned. “Ooh, ooh, you’re doing such a great job. Don’t stop!”

I suckled on her bud, my lips massaging her bud. I knew she was close. Her cream dripped down my chin. That was such a wild thing to feel. She trembled, her moans growing louder and louder. This was such a wild dream.

I hungered to make her cum. I stroked my tongue against her pierced bud, batting the clit ring. Her hot pussy lips smeared across my lips. Sweet cream dripped down my chin. She was close to bursting. I could tell. She would have a huge one.

“Mrs. Briar!” squealed Mrs. Claus. “Merry Christmas!”

A flood of her pussy cream gushed out of her cunt and drowned me.

I licked through her folds as she moaned. The bell tinkled it rolled across my forehead. I feasted on her sweetness. I loved lapping up every drop of Mrs. Claus’s pussy juices. She smeared her hot flesh across my lips and nose.

I breathed in her musk as she quivered through her orgasm. I felt so dizzy from it. I groaned as I licked through her folds. She squealed out her passion. I knew she was having such a great orgasm. I gave her that.

“Ho, ho, ho!” she cried out and stepped back. “Merry Christmas!”

I swayed there as she bent over and picked up some wrapping paper. She smiled down at me as the world grew dark. I fell onto my back. I couldn’t stay conscious. Something was pulling me down. Then scissors appeared in her hand.

“We have to get you ready to be unwrapped, Mrs. Briar,” said Mrs. Claus, her voice faint. Darkness crashed down on me. “Oh, yes, you will be a wonderful Christmas gift.”

The world faded away into warm peace.

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Martin Briar

I snorted awake.

I blinked and rubbed my eyes. The Christmas tree twinkled. I had the strangest dream that Mrs. Claus had come down my chimney, gave me a titty fuck, and rode me. I shook my head. I had fallen asleep in my recliner again. I had to piss.

I stumbled up. It was morning. The world through the windows was overcast but light. Some snow drifted down. A white Christmas was unusual. I yawned and headed down the hallway. I glanced out a window, trying to glimpse Mount Rainier, but… Right, snow. Clouds shielded the volcano from sight.

I reached the bathroom and peed. I brushed my teeth. I took off my clothes. I left them on the floor and hopped into the shower. That was such a strange dream. I had the day off. It was Christmas, but there was nothing to do.

I hopped out of the shower. I probably would watch some porn. That was the perfect way to spend Christmas. Jacking off like a loser to some barely legal porn. I stepped out of the bathroom naked. I didn’t have a change of clothes.

Who fucking cared?

Before jacking off, I needed to eat.

I headed naked down the hallway and entered the living room. I blinked, there were five very large presents on the floor before the tree. Oddly shaped presents like they were… No, no, that couldn’t be true. But they were the right size.

“The fuck?” I muttered and stumbled forward, my cock bobbing before me.

I reached the first present and found a tag. “Merry Christmas, Martin. Enjoy your five Christmas gifts. They’ll do whatever you want. I made sure of it. You own them now. You can love them. Spank them. Give them away. They’re yours. Enjoy, Mrs. Claus.”

What the fuck did that mean?

My heart pounded as I stared at the gifts. Each one was wrapped up in festive wrapping. One red and metallic, another decorated with Christmas trees. Bows of red and green, and blue bound them up. Wrapping paper crinkled as they moved ever so slightly.

“Fuck me,” I groaned and ripped open the first gift I was by. A pair of feet appeared. Dainty and cute with pink toenail polish. I knew that hue. I ripped up the package to reveal sleek thighs and a hip. I tore more to find a fourteen-year-old girl bound up in pink ribbons.

It was Gabby, my youngest daughter. She was wrapped up with the pink bows covering her breasts and pussy. She had another around her mouth with a stick-on bow right over her mouth. Her hands were bound behind her back. Her brown pigtails were done up with pink scrunchies.

Her hazel eyes opened. She stared up at me and shifted before lying still, accepting this.

“No fucking way,” I groaned and tore into the next package.

This time, it was Megan, my middle daughter. She had purple ribbons around her body, her hands tied behind her back. The hue of the ribbons matched her dyed hair. Her nose ring gleamed as her brown eyes opened. She trembled for a moment before just lying there.

This was insane.

My eldest daughter, Kelly, was next. She was bound in blue ribbons that covered her body. Her sandy-blonde hair was pulled back into a ponytail. She wore her glasses and looked beautiful as she lay there coming awake. Her blue eyes flashed open.

“Jesus fucking shit,” I said, glancing at the next two gifts. I tore into it. “Fuck me!”

My cunt of a wife was next. Red ribbons bound her large breasts and her hands behind her back. Her blonde hair spilled around her face. She squirmed and came awake. She blinked as she stared up at me. My hands trembled as I stared at the final one.

“It’s her, isn’t it?” I said, this hysterical laugh bubbling up from my throat. Of course it was.

I tore into the packaging to reveal my fucking dyke sister. The homewrecker was bound in green ribbons, her black haircut into a short bob. She opened her eyes, gasping. She squirmed the most at the sight of me. I stared at them and went to Gabby. My youngest. My sweetest.

She was mine.

I glanced at the others. They were bound. They were hardly struggling. Something had been done to them, but… I had to unwrap my youngest. My dick was so hard. I picked her up in my arms. She was so light. She squirmed a little, her mouth gagging.

“It looks like you’re Daddy’s Christmas gift,” I said and left the other four bound up. There was no way that Gabby really wanted to abandon me. I bet her mother and her sisters—especially Megan, that rebellious slut—had convinced her to do it. Probably bullied her. “Don’t worry. You’re not in trouble.”

Not like my sister. She was in fucking trouble.

“Daddy loves you,” I said.

Gabby’s hazel eyes sparkled. Her brown pigtails swayed as I carried her up the stairs to my room. It was just a mattress on the floor, but that was better than the floor. Gabby deserved better her first time. I don’t know how Mrs. Claus did it, but I was so thrilled to have this gift.

I carried her into the room, my heart racing so fast. I sat her down on the bed. She squirmed there in her wrapping. Her hands were bound behind her back, and her feet were bound, too. I stared at her, wondering how to unwrap her.

My cock was so hard, though. Maybe…

I pulled the ribbon from her mouth. She gasped as drool spilled down her chin. She licked her lips and stared up at me, bound and squirming. Her eyes softened for a moment. She looked down at my feet, my cock throbbing.

“I’m sorry, Daddy,” she whimpered. “I didn’t want to leave you. Mommy said you’d… That you’d hurt her.”

“Fucking bitch lied,” I growled. “I would never hurt you, Gabby. You believe that? That Daddy would never hurt you?”

“I know that, Daddy.” She trembled there, all bound up. “I’m sorry.”

I sat her up on her knees on the mattress. I stroked back her hair. Her breasts were covered by the ribbons. So was her pussy. She was just such a delicious thing. I trembled, my heart pounding in my chest. I cupped her face.

“I am sorry, Daddy.” Tears ran down her cheeks. “It was mommy. She said… you would hurt her.”

“I would never hurt her,” I growled. That fucking lying bitch was poisoning my daughters against me. “But do you understand what’s happening now?”

“Mrs. Claus is giving me to you as a Christmas present.” She smiled. “I’m yours to do with as you please, Daddy.”

My cock lurched at that.

I kissed my flesh and blood. Her lips melted to mine. She groaned, kissing me with such passion. My cock was so hard as I made out with my virgin daughter. I knew she was pure and wholesome. She whimpered into my mouth as we kissed.

Then I broke the kiss and said, “So you’d… suck Daddy’s cock for him.”

She nodded. “Of course, Daddy.”

I shuddered at those words, my heart beating so hard. This was really happening. It felt like I was dreaming.

I rose, my hands sweaty. I wiped them off my thighs as I stood before my daughter. My cock bobbed before her pink lips. I gripped her pigtails—the perfect handlebars—and pulled her to my cock. She smiled at me.

“I love you, Daddy,” she said. “Merry Christmas!”

She engulfed my cock.

Her warm, wet lips slid over my dick. I shuddered at the warmth of her. She stroked her tongue around my cock. The heat washed through me. I shuddered, savoring this moment. She whimpered about my shaft.

“Suckle, honey,” I groaned, gripping her pigtails. “Suckle and bob your head. Work your lips up and down my cock.”

She closed her eyes and nursed on me. She made such wanton sounds, wet and sloppy. She worked her lips up and down my shaft. The pleasure was incredible. My nuts tightened as she blew me. My fourteen-year-old daughter suckled on my cock.

It was incredible.

Outstanding.

The best thing I had ever felt.

My little girl suckled on me.

My daughter.

The incestuous rush surged through me. I felt dizzy as my daughter nursed on my cock. Her pink lips slid up and down my shaft. Her tongue stroked the crown of my cock. She moaned, her cheeks hollowing with her passion.

I gripped her pigtails. I held her tight as she worked that wonderful mouth up and down my cock. She moaned around me, her hazel eyes shining with her lust. I could not believe this was happening. Mrs. Claus was the best.

“Mmm, love your Daddy,” I groaned. “You’re such a good girl!”

She whimpered around my dick.

“Daddy loves you so much,” I added. “Merry Christmas, Gabby!”

My daughter swirled her tongue around the crown of my dick. The pressure grew so fast. I rushed toward the moment when I would cum in her mouth. I wanted to hold back. I truly did. I craved for restraint, but…

She was too good.

The incestuous thrill of my little girl sucking my dick swelled me toward the bursting point. She moaned around my cock, her pink lips sealed around my shaft. Her hazel eyes stared up at me with such love and trust in them.

“That’s right,” I groaned. “You’re Daddy’s good girl. You’ll always be that.”

She nodded, sucking hard.

“And you’re going to make Daddy cum so hard, honey,” I added.

He suckled and slurped on me, the need to cum building and building with her every nurse. I rushed toward the moment when I would cum in her mouth. She suckled and slurped on me. My heart pounded in my chest.

Gabby had such a sweet mouth. I was so close now. My nuts tightened with the pleasure she gave me. She had to be tasting my precum. I hoped she was ready for the real deal. She suckled on me with that passion. It was just so good to have her doing that to me.

My youngest showed me how much she loved me.

“Honey!” I groaned. “Get ready and swallow every drop of Daddy’s cum. Because… Daddy loves you!”

I erupted.

I spurted my cum into my daughter’s mouth. Her hazel eyes opened wide. She gulped down the cum, shivering. The ribbons binding her hands and feet rustled around her as she squirmed there. I held onto her pigtails and unloaded in her mouth.

She gulped down my cum. Pleasure slammed through me. I erupted again and again. The incestuous thrill of my little girl swallowing my seed swept through me. I smiled from ear to ear, lights sparkling across my vision.

“Yes, yes, Daddy loves his good girl!” I groaned.

She moaned around my cock, her eyes squeezing shut. Her cheeks were rosy with her excitement. She gulped down more and more of my cum. It felt so incredible. The pleasure slammed through me over and over again.

It was incredible.

“Fuck,” I grunted and erupted one last time.

My good little girl kept nursing on my cock. She swirled her tongue around me before popping her mouth off my cock. Drool ran down her chin. She panted, the ribbon wrapped around her small breasts quivering, the tails of the bow swaying over her stomach.

“Wow, that was so good, Daddy,” she said.

I smiled at her. “Mmm, and are you ready for Daddy to unwrap the rest of you?”

She nodded eagerly.

“And…” I hesitated. “You are a virgin, right?”

“Yes, Daddy!” She blushed and squirmed so cute there. “I’m your virgin, Daddy.”

Fuck, this was the best Christmas of my life, and it was only getting started.

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