White snow dancing around in the wind, landing softly on the evergreen that surrounds us. Neon lighting, red and blue decorations, the houses glisten in the darkness as our car rolls on through the neighborhood. I love christmas.
Best of all, my boyfriend of two years in the driver’s seat. Tall, sporty, good looking. He’s a top athlete at our medium-sized university and he’s all mine! I reach over and kiss him on the cheek. He tells me he loves me. So cute.
Glancing back out at the ongoing blizzard, I feel a rush of nerves wash over me. We’re in Jack’s hometown, to see the ******. And we’re nearly there. I briefly met his sister once on a night out but his brother and parents are all new to me. It’s really important to Jack that I make a good impression. I hope I do.
We met in the first week of college. I was walking back from somewhere one morning and he just stopped me in the street and told me I was beautiful. We had coffee. We kissed. Then things snowballed, if you’ll excuse the pun! I love making puns, Jack loves them too. We’re just perfect together.
He’s the man I’m going to marry. I’ve told him that, he likes to laugh it off but I think he sees the truth in it. I stroke him on the arm, gazing up at him, the love of my life navigating us through the harsh wintry weather .
***
His ****** are great. It’s not awkward at all! His parents, a lovely middled aged couple sat holding hands, festive jumper and tinsel hair bobble. His sister, the cute little high school student, all eager to ask about my make up and my studies. We’re all sat around the room, the hot air filling our bodies and hearts as the storm beats down against the window as the conversation moves from work to holidays to plans for the future. It feels like something from a christmas card or something. Then Tom walks in.
It’s my boyfriend’s brother, you can tell within seconds. He’s got he same dashing cheekbones and chiselled jawline. The tall physique and bulky shoulders. But there’s something a little different. He’s just a little bit taller, just a little bit more muscular. He has a cocky swagger where my boyfriend is confident but polite. He sets the mood on edge a little bit where Jack is so warm and polite.
“Still single, then Tom?” My boyfriend asks.
“You know it.” Tom says. “Still living the good life.”
“What you need is a good woman, you’re never going to be happy chasing endless tail.”
“He’s got a point, Tom.” Their father adds.
“Look at Jess here.” Jack motions to me. I blush. “She’s an amazing woman. Every day I spend with her is magical. I love her to bits and want to spend my whole life dedicated to making her happy.”
Aww, so cute! I smile harder then give Jack another kiss on the cheek. Every cooes. Except for Tom. I catch his eye with my lips on my boyfriend’s cheek. I don’t like the way he looks at me, with that menacing glint in his eye.
The conversation moves on to plans for parties and happier things. I still notice Tom giving me a crafty smile every so often. At one point, he spends like 10 seconds really obviously staring at my boobs! I mean, I know they’re big but it’s so rude! Jack would never do that!
***
The following night is the ******’s traditional christmas eve shindig. Extended ****** and friends are invited and the noise and merriment are in full flow. Tom’s seems to completely ignore me, which I find a bit annoying. Like, he should be more polite to people. It’s like he doesn’t even think I’m attractive or anything. I catch him leaving the house with a 20-pack and without thinking I’m following him into the garden, shielding my hair and face from the snow.
“Can I have a cigarette?” I ask, my voice wavering. I don’t smoke
“No.”
“What? Why not?”
“You look sexy in that hat.”
“Really?” I say, biting my lip. That’s nice of him. “You think so?”
“Turn around.” He tells me in his deep, masculine voice. It’s more of a command than a request. I oblige, showing off my low cut top, pink mini skirt and high heels. I feel so naughty. He reaches down and grabs my ass, giving it a firm squeeze. I make a muffled cry.
“You can’t do that!” I cry.
“I just did.”
“I…” I don’t know what to say.
“There’s no mistletoe here, but I could give you a kiss anyway.” Tom says.
“But… my boyfriend… your brother…” I say.
“You’re right.” He says. “I shouldn’t do this.”
He leans forward as if to kiss me on the lips then pauses, moves down then lightly brushes his mouth on my neck. I gasp. He moves further down and kisses me on the skin of my breast that is showing, then moves further down, positioning his head just under my skirt. He then starts french kissing my pussy, I’m soaking wet and it feels amazing. He thrusts his tongue over my underwear and into my pussy and I’m holding his head with my hands while my back is pushed against the wall. He stops, there’s movement coming from the porch.
“Time to go.” Tom says. “I’ll be occupied tonight, it’s a Christmas tradition for me to fuck the shit out of one of mom’s married friends. I’ll have kicked that whore out by morning though. Drop by and I might let you give me a blowjob wearing your Santa hat.”
“Ermm… I don’t know.”
“By the way, my cock is bigger than Jack’s, too.”
He spins me around by my shoulders, pats me on the ass and I walk back to the house. It’s clear what I’ve been told. God, he’s such an asshole! Like he thinks he can do whatever he wants. I vow to ignore him for the rest of the night and I do. I’m proud of myself. I do feel a bit weird when I see him sneaking off later on with one the older ladies here, I mean, I’m sure she had a ring on her finger…
***
My alarm vibrates at 7am, I sharply awaken and turn the phone off before it wakes Jack. Despite the time, the hangover and the nerves, I’m completely alert. I tiptoe around the room collecting a couple of items and head towards the door. I look back at my boyfriend, lying on the bed. He really is gorgeous. Any girl less pretty than me would be delighted to even have the chance to fuck him. So why am I leaving the room now? That’s not a nice question. I ignore it and head downstairs.
I reach the bathroom, put on makeup and change. I’m wearing a ‘sexy santa’ outfit, red and white hat, red dress with a white trim, breasts fully on display and you can see my legs all the way up to my ass. I forgot how slutty this thing was. No matter, I look fantastic in it. I can’t wait to see Tom’s face.
***
I sneak into his room. He’s alone. Good. He doesn’t wake. A deep sleeper, maybe, like his brother. Excellent. I peel the duvet off him and my jaw drops to the floor. I take back everything I said about him resembling Jack. He’s huge and absolutely ripped. He’s lying on his back with his hands behind his head so I get a full view of his amazing abs, huge arms and chest and, hands down, the biggest dick I’ve ever seen. In real life, in pictures or on video.
I gulp, brace myself, then try to grab his hard cock with both my hands. It’s so big and heavy I struggle with it but then I put my tongue on the head and I’m in heaven. I lick for a little while with both hands clutching his cock, my legs bent and sat on my feet next to Tom’s bulky leg. With my hands clutching his cock and my mouth around it, I gaze up at the content and sleeping man who I’m pleasuring, enjoying his every sleepy purr. Then he awakens.
“Cute outfit.” Tom says, smug grin forming on his dozy face.
“Thank you.”
“You’re my little christmas whore, aren’t you?”
“Yea…”
“Say it.”
“I’m… I’m your little christmas whore.”
“No.” Tom says, his face hardening as he pulls my head away from his massive cock by pulling on my hair. I cry out a little. “No. You need to say it with your mouth around my cock. Do you understand?”
“Yes.” I say. My neck still buckled from where he has snatched my hair. “I understand.”
He releases me and I move my mouth over his cock. It’s really big. I can barely get my mouth around it. I push it down my throat as far as I can manage then try to speak.
“I’vff…” I begin saying, struggling to pronounce anything with my lips stretched around his cock.
“Yes. Go on.”
“I’vff jus’ your riccle krissma’ whore.”
He smiles, pleased. I continue to suck his dick as he starts reaching to my body, grasping my tits under the santa costume, giving me a firm smack on the arse, grabbing my pussy with his strong, dominant hands.
After a little while he tells me to ride him. I prop myself up, take a large breath of air and slide his dick inside me. I’m so wet that it slides in really easily despite his massive girth. Oh god. It feels so good. I move up and down, up and down, losing my myself in the intense bliss of sexually serving this beast of a man.
“Mom? Come in here!” Tom shouts, amidst a burst of noise that was oblivious to me. The commotion snaps me out of the euphoria. The door opens, it’s his mom. She looks at the scene, her son’s huge ripped and naked body being straddled by me, the little slut in a santa costume who happens to be her other son’s girlfriend. She shakes her head, giving Tom a disappointed look. He winks back at her then she leaves. He slaps me on the ass and I continue to ride his massive cock.
***
I had a beaming smile the entire festive period. Every morning I’d sneak into Tom’s room and start sucking his dick until he awoke. He’d do whatever he wanted to me for an hour or two before kicking me out. It was heaven.
His mom didn’t breathe a word to anyone. And she was still super nice to me, too. Almost like she realised that I had no choice in the matter. That spreading my legs for Tom’s massive cock was just irresistible for any woman, regardless of circumstances. She definitely had the air of a woman who’d seen this kind of behaviour lots of times before.
The only issue was Jack did get upset because I kept refusing his sexual advances. I mean I couldn’t, I was worn out! And it’s not like I could tell him I’d already had eight orgasms that day! He understood though. He always understands.
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Best of all, my boyfriend of two years in the driver’s seat. Tall, sporty, good looking. He’s a top athlete at our medium-sized university and he’s all mine! I reach over and kiss him on the cheek. He tells me he loves me. So cute.
Glancing back out at the ongoing blizzard, I feel a rush of nerves wash over me. We’re in Jack’s hometown, to see the ******. And we’re nearly there. I briefly met his sister once on a night out but his brother and parents are all new to me. It’s really important to Jack that I make a good impression. I hope I do.
We met in the first week of college. I was walking back from somewhere one morning and he just stopped me in the street and told me I was beautiful. We had coffee. We kissed. Then things snowballed, if you’ll excuse the pun! I love making puns, Jack loves them too. We’re just perfect together.
He’s the man I’m going to marry. I’ve told him that, he likes to laugh it off but I think he sees the truth in it. I stroke him on the arm, gazing up at him, the love of my life navigating us through the harsh wintry weather .
***
His ****** are great. It’s not awkward at all! His parents, a lovely middled aged couple sat holding hands, festive jumper and tinsel hair bobble. His sister, the cute little high school student, all eager to ask about my make up and my studies. We’re all sat around the room, the hot air filling our bodies and hearts as the storm beats down against the window as the conversation moves from work to holidays to plans for the future. It feels like something from a christmas card or something. Then Tom walks in.
It’s my boyfriend’s brother, you can tell within seconds. He’s got he same dashing cheekbones and chiselled jawline. The tall physique and bulky shoulders. But there’s something a little different. He’s just a little bit taller, just a little bit more muscular. He has a cocky swagger where my boyfriend is confident but polite. He sets the mood on edge a little bit where Jack is so warm and polite.
“Still single, then Tom?” My boyfriend asks.
“You know it.” Tom says. “Still living the good life.”
“What you need is a good woman, you’re never going to be happy chasing endless tail.”
“He’s got a point, Tom.” Their father adds.
“Look at Jess here.” Jack motions to me. I blush. “She’s an amazing woman. Every day I spend with her is magical. I love her to bits and want to spend my whole life dedicated to making her happy.”
Aww, so cute! I smile harder then give Jack another kiss on the cheek. Every cooes. Except for Tom. I catch his eye with my lips on my boyfriend’s cheek. I don’t like the way he looks at me, with that menacing glint in his eye.
The conversation moves on to plans for parties and happier things. I still notice Tom giving me a crafty smile every so often. At one point, he spends like 10 seconds really obviously staring at my boobs! I mean, I know they’re big but it’s so rude! Jack would never do that!
***
The following night is the ******’s traditional christmas eve shindig. Extended ****** and friends are invited and the noise and merriment are in full flow. Tom’s seems to completely ignore me, which I find a bit annoying. Like, he should be more polite to people. It’s like he doesn’t even think I’m attractive or anything. I catch him leaving the house with a 20-pack and without thinking I’m following him into the garden, shielding my hair and face from the snow.
“Can I have a cigarette?” I ask, my voice wavering. I don’t smoke
“No.”
“What? Why not?”
“You look sexy in that hat.”
“Really?” I say, biting my lip. That’s nice of him. “You think so?”
“Turn around.” He tells me in his deep, masculine voice. It’s more of a command than a request. I oblige, showing off my low cut top, pink mini skirt and high heels. I feel so naughty. He reaches down and grabs my ass, giving it a firm squeeze. I make a muffled cry.
“You can’t do that!” I cry.
“I just did.”
“I…” I don’t know what to say.
“There’s no mistletoe here, but I could give you a kiss anyway.” Tom says.
“But… my boyfriend… your brother…” I say.
“You’re right.” He says. “I shouldn’t do this.”
He leans forward as if to kiss me on the lips then pauses, moves down then lightly brushes his mouth on my neck. I gasp. He moves further down and kisses me on the skin of my breast that is showing, then moves further down, positioning his head just under my skirt. He then starts french kissing my pussy, I’m soaking wet and it feels amazing. He thrusts his tongue over my underwear and into my pussy and I’m holding his head with my hands while my back is pushed against the wall. He stops, there’s movement coming from the porch.
“Time to go.” Tom says. “I’ll be occupied tonight, it’s a Christmas tradition for me to fuck the shit out of one of mom’s married friends. I’ll have kicked that whore out by morning though. Drop by and I might let you give me a blowjob wearing your Santa hat.”
“Ermm… I don’t know.”
“By the way, my cock is bigger than Jack’s, too.”
He spins me around by my shoulders, pats me on the ass and I walk back to the house. It’s clear what I’ve been told. God, he’s such an asshole! Like he thinks he can do whatever he wants. I vow to ignore him for the rest of the night and I do. I’m proud of myself. I do feel a bit weird when I see him sneaking off later on with one the older ladies here, I mean, I’m sure she had a ring on her finger…
***
My alarm vibrates at 7am, I sharply awaken and turn the phone off before it wakes Jack. Despite the time, the hangover and the nerves, I’m completely alert. I tiptoe around the room collecting a couple of items and head towards the door. I look back at my boyfriend, lying on the bed. He really is gorgeous. Any girl less pretty than me would be delighted to even have the chance to fuck him. So why am I leaving the room now? That’s not a nice question. I ignore it and head downstairs.
I reach the bathroom, put on makeup and change. I’m wearing a ‘sexy santa’ outfit, red and white hat, red dress with a white trim, breasts fully on display and you can see my legs all the way up to my ass. I forgot how slutty this thing was. No matter, I look fantastic in it. I can’t wait to see Tom’s face.
***
I sneak into his room. He’s alone. Good. He doesn’t wake. A deep sleeper, maybe, like his brother. Excellent. I peel the duvet off him and my jaw drops to the floor. I take back everything I said about him resembling Jack. He’s huge and absolutely ripped. He’s lying on his back with his hands behind his head so I get a full view of his amazing abs, huge arms and chest and, hands down, the biggest dick I’ve ever seen. In real life, in pictures or on video.
I gulp, brace myself, then try to grab his hard cock with both my hands. It’s so big and heavy I struggle with it but then I put my tongue on the head and I’m in heaven. I lick for a little while with both hands clutching his cock, my legs bent and sat on my feet next to Tom’s bulky leg. With my hands clutching his cock and my mouth around it, I gaze up at the content and sleeping man who I’m pleasuring, enjoying his every sleepy purr. Then he awakens.
“Cute outfit.” Tom says, smug grin forming on his dozy face.
“Thank you.”
“You’re my little christmas whore, aren’t you?”
“Yea…”
“Say it.”
“I’m… I’m your little christmas whore.”
“No.” Tom says, his face hardening as he pulls my head away from his massive cock by pulling on my hair. I cry out a little. “No. You need to say it with your mouth around my cock. Do you understand?”
“Yes.” I say. My neck still buckled from where he has snatched my hair. “I understand.”
He releases me and I move my mouth over his cock. It’s really big. I can barely get my mouth around it. I push it down my throat as far as I can manage then try to speak.
“I’vff…” I begin saying, struggling to pronounce anything with my lips stretched around his cock.
“Yes. Go on.”
“I’vff jus’ your riccle krissma’ whore.”
He smiles, pleased. I continue to suck his dick as he starts reaching to my body, grasping my tits under the santa costume, giving me a firm smack on the arse, grabbing my pussy with his strong, dominant hands.
After a little while he tells me to ride him. I prop myself up, take a large breath of air and slide his dick inside me. I’m so wet that it slides in really easily despite his massive girth. Oh god. It feels so good. I move up and down, up and down, losing my myself in the intense bliss of sexually serving this beast of a man.
“Mom? Come in here!” Tom shouts, amidst a burst of noise that was oblivious to me. The commotion snaps me out of the euphoria. The door opens, it’s his mom. She looks at the scene, her son’s huge ripped and naked body being straddled by me, the little slut in a santa costume who happens to be her other son’s girlfriend. She shakes her head, giving Tom a disappointed look. He winks back at her then she leaves. He slaps me on the ass and I continue to ride his massive cock.
***
I had a beaming smile the entire festive period. Every morning I’d sneak into Tom’s room and start sucking his dick until he awoke. He’d do whatever he wanted to me for an hour or two before kicking me out. It was heaven.
His mom didn’t breathe a word to anyone. And she was still super nice to me, too. Almost like she realised that I had no choice in the matter. That spreading my legs for Tom’s massive cock was just irresistible for any woman, regardless of circumstances. She definitely had the air of a woman who’d seen this kind of behaviour lots of times before.
The only issue was Jack did get upset because I kept refusing his sexual advances. I mean I couldn’t, I was worn out! And it’s not like I could tell him I’d already had eight orgasms that day! He understood though. He always understands.
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