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I know what you’re thinking. It’s Christmas time, so that means lots of snow with carols and an unlimited supply of hot chocolate. But in reality, with mother nature never being able to make up her mind. It’s a semi chilly boring night, filled with the usual run of the mill people, scurrying about spending all their money. On the plus side, I have the night off, and I’m able to spend it with my beautiful baby girl as she lounges around in a loose tank that her mouth-watering breast keeps slipping out of. Those beautiful hourglass curves mold tightly against me. My hand idly stroking down her sternum, doing my best to resist teasing her hard nipples. The only downside is that my baby girl happens to be Ms. Christmas. So, every chance she has I’m bombarded with the festive overload that is Christmas.  

“Daddy, why do you hate Christmas,” my baby girl asks as she snuggles her head in closer on my lap while gently stroking my beard?  

I do my best not to roll my eyes or groan to deeply. Oh, the holidays are here once again, and with them, all the joy and misery one could ever ask for. Yes, too many I am what you may call a scrooge. Screaming my ba-humbugs, ruining the joyous occasion for everyone else. But in truth I’m not. I just don’t care for Christmas.  

Turning her head up my baby girl gives me her patented doe-eyed look, doing her best to look as cute and innocent as possible. Which isn’t very hard with long ribbons of chestnut hair framing the most adorable face ever created. Plus, those full pouty lips that just make me want to kiss her endlessly. I do my best to explain to her once again that it’s not that I hate Christmas. It’s a holiday just like any other, and I just don’t particularly get excited about it until maybe the week before. Of course, this is horrifying to all those who love Christmas. Especially with the new trend of we must start celebrating November first.  

Personally, I’d like to know when Christmas became the dictator of the holidays. Intimidating and slaughtering the rest in its never-ending quest to rule the holiday world. Yeah, I can see Christmas as this sort of evil supervillain. Because here's the thing, if you say that you don't like Christmas or that you don't celebrate Christmas, people lose their minds. It's as if Christmas is the ultimate holiday.  

Baby girl doesn’t seem convinced by my explanation but decides to let it pass, happy in her snuggles for the moment. Not to mention she pouted her way into this Christmas movie we're watching. How the Grinch Stole Christmas is only one of a handful of Christmas movies that I can tolerate. Die Hard stands at the top of that list because well I'm a guy. And if I'm being forced to sit through a Christmas movie, I might as well watch some stuff blow up. Oh well, after this I’ll find more creative ways to pass the time. Baby girl screams through the night sound fairly appealing. Maybe I’ll have her sing me Christmas carols while I take a flogger to her ass. If she wants to be all festive, I might as well enjoy the holidays my way.  

The grinch and I get the same grin on our faces just thinking about it. Baby girl reads my thoughts from my face. A shiver of excitement courses through her with a dash of nervousness.  

“You know daddy we don’t have to watch the movie right now,” baby girl says shifting her eyes back in forth doing her best to innocently suggest.  

“Oh no baby girl we are going to watch this movie, and daddy just thought of some fun ways to enjoy himself while doing it,” I tease giving in to my desire to pinch her nipple.  

She squeals smacking my hand before saying, “stop that!” giving me her best stern baby girl look.  

I merely arch my eyebrow, “Oh really little girl,” I say.  

“Yeah!” she says while sticking her tongue out at me like the brat she is.  

I move my hand from her nipple collaring her throat. Oh, tonight is looking better by the second. I guess the movie will have to wait after all. My baby girl is in need of a reminder of who gives the orders in this house. Scooping her up in my arms she lets out a squeal as I carry her off to the bedroom.  

“Have a holly jolly Christmas, it’s the best time of the year. I don’t know if there will be whips and chains, but daddy is going to spank your butt,” I sing playfully.  

Baby girl just gives me a concerned look wondering why her daddy has suddenly gone crazy. I give her a wink, increasing my volume while continuing to adlib and butcher the song. But hey what are you going to do. Just because people don't recognize your genius doesn't mean you're not. Besides I have a baby girl to torment and tease to my heart's content tonight.  

A few days later  

Oh, how I hate my job during the holidays. The retail industry is truly hell this time of year. Actually no, it’s worse. Comparing hell to retail is an insult to hell, which is like a five-star resort in comparison. People cramming themselves into stores forgetting the fact that human beings work there, and not autonomous machines designed to cater to their every whim. Then the corporate slave masters crack the whip demanding more cheer, smiles, and overabundance of festive attitude. Throw on top of that the never-ending loop of Christmas music and you have the recipe for a very cranky me.  

Thank god I have Pantera. After being torturously forced to endure unnatural amounts of festive cheer, it’s nice to be able to balance myself with some aggressive music to match my mood. With ‘Fuck your world’ blaring through the speakers of my car I feel almost normal again. Time to just get home and relax, and not think about Christmas for five whole minutes, maybe even ten, I’m feeling rebellious.  

Pulling into my drive, I idly sit soaking up the last few bits of musical therapy before hiding out in my home. Walking in I am hit with a massive explosion of Christmas music and decorations. There are wreaths, tiny villages, stockings, nutcrackers, mistletoe, and a whole host of other evil abominations that were not here when I left this morning. But then I see the culprit running down the hall with the biggest smile on her face.  

It’s as if some switch gets flipped in my head, and all the musical therapy I did in the car gets thrown right out the window. Baby girl crashes into me throwing her arms around my neck. I guess the look on my face is not pleasant. Her smile quickly fades, and she begins to pout.  

"Don't you like it, daddy," she says meekly her bottom lips trembling, "I worked so hard to surprise you."

I roar and scream in my head a string of obscenities the likes of which never heard by humanity. It’s as if I’ve transcended into another realm of anger and frustration. I do my best to keep my composure. My will power losing the battle by the second.  

“Baby girl…you know I love when you surprise me, but why oh why is our home suddenly the poster child for Christmas town,” I say with slightest hints of annoyance.  

Baby girl with her worried doe eyes replies, “I just wanted to make daddy happy and our home all nice and pretty for the holiday.”

Reaching up I place my hands on her shoulders as I kiss her forehead. Of course, mentally I’m using every trick in the book to calm down and keep myself from bashing my head into the wall repeatedly. I simply cannot escape the wretchedness of this holiday. Lord save me from Christmas loving baby girls. He doesn’t respond, typical.  

“I appreciate that you love Christmas in all its…yeah. But maybe, just maybe, you could have warned daddy, considering he’s spent all day surrounded by Christmas…cheer.” I say with a great deal of sarcasm unable to help myself.  

"Well, then it wouldn't have been a surprise, silly daddy. Come on I want to show you all the stuff," she squeals as she grabs me by the hand.  

My baby girl beams with pride as she leads me around showing all the decorations adorned throughout our home. I must have seared the last Christmas from my brain because I don't remember having this much stuff last year. Then I spy the shopping bags in our living room full of decorations yet to be spread throughout our home.  

"Baby girl…do I even want to know how much you spent today on all this," I say my frustration sneaking closer to the surface?  

Realizing that I see the bags, not that they were hard to miss in the middle of the floor, baby girl gives me her best innocent face. You know lord, I really could use that answer about my earlier statement regarding baby girls and Christmas. Clearly, I’m being unfairly punished for something, because I’m pretty sure I hear the devil clapping in pity over my soul.  

Shaking my head, I scan the room looking for a place to sit down before I explode and stab out my eyes. But I have no such luck as baby girl pulls me to the other side of the room where our Christmas tree is in full display with a pile of presents already circling the bottom. It’s like she is a magician, only instead of pulling rabbits out of a hat, I get endless Christmas.  

I massage my temples in a desperate attempt to stave off the imminent explosion that is my mood reaching critical mass. While at the same time I repeat in my head how much I love my baby girl and I'm not going to strangle her with a string of Christmas lights. But it’s not looking good for her chances right now. Of course, baby girl is completely oblivious with the biggest smile on her face while I’m low key looking for a strand of Christmas lights.  

She finally pulls me over to the couch which is covered in all manner of Christmas decorations that I didn’t even know existed, and I work in retail. She clears me a spot to sit as I fall with a heavy thud. Well, at least I finally get to sit down. It feels like hours have flown by since I was sitting in the driveway looking forward to my nice comfy chair.   “I have one more surprise for you daddy,” baby girl cheers as she runs away towards our bedroom.  

"Oh Lord help me! I don't think I can take any more surprises today,” I sigh, the spirit of an old southern grandma taking over me.  

I need a drink, that’s what I need, but now that I have finally sat down my will is losing out. There is truly something about a comfy seat after a long day of work. If only I had a bell or something to summon a drink. That’s a great idea, maybe I can take advantage of this whole gift and Christmas nonsense. I wonder how much sweet-talking I'd have to do to convince baby girl we need a live-in maid or servant. Baby girl can have a new play toy and I'd have someone to wait on me hand and foot with some more eye candy to look at. Sounds amazing but unfortunately, that would never happen. Oh well, a man can dream.  

Rising from the couch, I make my way to the kitchen for that drink. I grab some Makers Mark from the freezer and a can of ginger ale. See I can be festive, and it’s a little early still for straight whiskey. Pouring about two fingers in a glass, I top it off the rest of the way with the ginger ale. I take a long pull enjoying the refreshing burn. Now that’s better. But then I hear the tell tail tapping of an angry baby girl.  

Turning around, my baby girl has the most adorable all be it an annoyed look on her face. However, what my baby girl is wearing is far more important. I honestly expected her to be in some sluty Christmas outfit. You know some kind of naughty elf or Santa’s helper, which is a part of the holidays I can fully endorse. But instead, my baby girl has on a skintight tank that hugs her curves and breasts in the most delicious ways. Reading whiskey and beards make me frisky on the tank, I can't help but smile. As a bearded man holding a glass of whiskey, my day is certainly looking up.  

Strangely enough the last time baby girl, and I went out we had this crazy drunk lady run upon us. Turns out because she was so drunk, she mistook me for Jason Momoa. Not that we look anything alike, apart from the fact we both have long hair, beards, and muscles. All be it his are the sexy cut looking muscle while mine is a little fluffier. Deceptive packaging, I call it. You have to search harder to find my sexiness. Of course, I stood a little taller, but baby girl was ready to claw her eyes out. But after a few minutes, I managed to convince her that I wasn't Jason Momoa. While at the same time convince baby girl not to kill her. Not a small feat, can we say possessive much.  

“Daddy was supposed to wait for me on the couch so I can give him his surprise,” my baby girl huffs.  

“Well I’m fully enjoying my surprise from her baby girl, and besides I got thirsty,” I say in a matter of fact tone, although the bulge in my pants starting to form says something else.  

“This isn’t your surprise. I was just getting comfortable, and you should have asked me to get that drink for you. I can take care of my daddy”, my baby says with a bit of annoyance and anger.  

The confusion clear on my face, but still no less appreciative of baby girl's chosen attire I reply, "I sorry baby girl. Come show daddy your surprise."  

We make our way back to the living room as I notice baby girl is wearing a pair of booty shorts with “it won’t spank itself” splashed across her ass. Well, who am I to deny her. I give baby girl a good hearty smack on the ass making her jump. Turning around she gives me a mischievous all be it an endearing look of appreciation. I blow her a kiss and give her a wink.  

“I was just doing as instructed. You’re always complaining I don’t listen enough,” I say with much satisfaction.  

I sit myself back on the couch setting my drink on the coffee table in front of me. Picking up her phone baby girl turns towards the Bluetooth stereo next to the tv. Still confused, but I breathe a sigh of relief as the Christmas music is finally turned off. Baby girl simply glares at me over her shoulder, but then gives me a wink as she starts to play another Christmas song. This one a little more to my liking. Now when I’m forced to endure Christmas music, or the one day once a decade that I’m actually in the mood to want to listen to it. I usually go for more of the traditional sort. Frank Sinatra, Bing Crosby, and Nat King Cole with all the rest from the rat pack era. In my opinion, they got it right the first time and why mess with perfection.  

But her song selection is most peculiar as I recognize the tune of my self-assigned theme song of the holidays namely "You're a mean one, Mr. Grinch". But this is not your Dr. Sues version that brings the most wicked of smiles to all of us who rebel against this holiday tyrant known as Christmas. The narrated intro is deep and malevolent with a wonderful rock guitar setting the mood that just draws you in. And while my ears appreciate the creative genius of this cover, my eyes feast upon the spectacle of my baby girl as she sways her hips in my direction.  

She takes her seat on my lap but this time I’m not treated to the giggles and unrelenting kisses that would usually follow. No, this time she molds herself to the hard plains of my body. Her plump and spankable ass grinding itself against my growing hard-on. Molding her hands to her breasts, she leans back against my shoulder, purring her desire like the slut she is. Unable to resist I nip at her throat. My hand reaching to slip inside her shorts. But she jumps from my lap shaking her finger at me.  

"Bad daddy, you can't touch baby girl while she's trying to give daddy a lap dance", she says full of false pouting and ever-growing mischief.  

Well, the hell with that plan. I surge up from the couch grabbing baby girl by the back of her head before she has a chance to flee. I sear my lips to hers, demanding entry into what belongs to me, as I invade her with my tongue and consume her. She mews in the back of her throat as she falls into my control. Releasing her lips, I spin her around in my arms, pulling her's behind her as I hold them with one arm. Pulling her tank top up behind her head those heavy mouth-watering breasts demand my attention. Palming one in my free hand, I grasp tightly digging my fingers in.  

“Baby girl does not tell me what to do with what is mine, does she,” I say full of menace and desire as I continue to knead her sensitive breast.  

Typical of my baby girl her mind is elsewhere. Never able to focus with my hands upon her. I slap her breast before I collar her with my hand, firmly pulling her from her daze.  

“Daddy why you being so rude and trying to hurt baby girl”, she says with a purr, trying to be the little brat that she is, but also distracted by daddy's raging hard-on against her ass.  

“Baby girl tried to tell daddy what to do with what’s his and didn’t answer him when he asked her a question,” I say in my patent daddy tone.  

“Well daddy was being a bad daddy and interrupting baby girl’s surprise for him”, she says defiantly  

I turn around throwing baby girl into the couch face first. It’s always amazing to me how in porn the woman always falls perfectly with her ass in the air. But in real life, it's always a tangled mess of limbs, that resorts in a comical laugh or a wrestling match. Fortunately, as a daddy with a smart-mouthed baby girl, I have lots of experience spinning, shoving, and wrestling a baby girl into the position I want. In a matter of seconds, I have her ass high in the air where it is met with a firm slap from my right hand. Which is followed by a second and third as my baby girl wiggles and complains, doing her best to protest as the heat spreads across her ass cheeks.  

“Daddy! Stop that! No, that hurts. Why you being so mean?”, she squeals as she tries to run away.  

As I said I’m a daddy with plenty of experience in these matters, so I just sit down next to her with my arm draped over framing her magnificent ass. Again my hand sets about the task of bouncing her ass cheeks. I get caught up in the sight of watching my baby girl’s ass that I lose count of how many slaps I have delivered. Oh well, the number isn't important anyway.  

“Baby girl seems to be under the impression that she gives daddy directions and can just order daddy around,” I say as I rub my hand across her ass, letting my fingers graze across her pussy through her booty shorts.  

I don't wait for a smart-mouthed reply from my baby girl as I slip my fingers underneath her shorts, finding her pussy soaked. Not that I'm surprised. My little slut is extremely fond of daddy manhandling her. Which currently is doing nothing for the hard-on I have painfully tucked away in my jeans. You know what, I have had a hard day at work. Now usually I'd be torturing this little slut endlessly for hours. But I just walked into a Christmas horror show after a very long day. And while I love to watch her wither and scream from the punishments, she oh so rightfully earns. I’m in need of a more immediate release. You know something to calm the nerves, relieve some stress. And nothing is more relaxing then fucking my little slut.  

So, I pull down my zipper freeing my cock, giving it a few good strokes before I stand up positioning myself at the entrance of her dripping pussy. Spitting into my hand like the gentleman that I am, I stroke my cock some more, keeping my other hand on baby girl’s ass. Her pussy is always so ungodly tight that a little extra insurance is usually the smart play.  

Pulling her shorts down I slam my cock into her slutty little pussy. I grab ahold of her hips forcing her to take my cock. Like I said it’s been a hard day and my little slut loves taking a rough pounding from her daddy. After all, isn’t that what little sluts are for? Of course, all her former protests have died away now that she is getting fucked. Typical slut, give them some dick and all their problems go away.  

“Oh, daddy please can I cum? I want to cum all over daddy’s dick,” my little slut screams as she pushes up on her hands shoving my cock deeper inside her.  

I fist my hand in her hair arching her back towards me as I growl my answer. Her pussy squeezes and gushes against my cock, staining my jeans with her cum. Baby girl continues to scream as another orgasm hits her. I love how little effort it takes to turn my baby girl into a wanton slut who will just keep cumming and cumming. But for some reason, her wanton ravings are like a cheese grater to my nerves. Keeping my hand in her hair I free myself from the velvet vice of her pussy. With my other hand, I unbutton my jeans pealing them down past my knees as I take my seat again. Of course, my baby girl starts to whine and complain wondering why she's not getting fucked. I shove her whiney mouth down on my cock all the way to the back of her throat with her nose smashed against my pelvis.  

“God damn! Baby girl shut that little whore mouth of yours and suck my fucking cock. Don't you know whores are for fucking and to be filled with cum, not talking? Now take care of your daddy's cock", I groan as my little slut works my aching cock with that amazing mouth of hers.  

She moans with satisfaction at my vulgar command as she eagerly sucks my cock. Wrapping her hand around the base of my cock she does her best to keep from gagging. But I am not in a gentle mood. The switch has been flipped and all the pent-up frustration is looking for an outlet. I swipe her hand away forcing her to take all of me down her throat. She struggles. Gagging and drooling down my cock turning it into a sloppy mess. Just like a good whore should do for her daddy.  

She slides her hand into her shorts unable to resist touching her dripping pussy. Usually, I'd punish her for not asking permission, but I'm too caught up in the moment. My baby girl’s fingers echo with wet splashes as she squirts again crying her release. My cock jumps with need feeling the vibration of those cries deep in her throat.  

Hauling my baby girl up in my lap I slam my cock back inside her. I bite down on her nipple hard through her tank as my hands take a bruising grip of her ass. Ignoring my earlier statement about whores not talking, baby girl uncontrollably begs and cries. Her need driven past remembering silly commands like that. Not that I’m making it easy to remember. But honestly, at this moment I find myself not caring. I can feel my balls tightening up, the need to explode being held by a razor's edge. Fuck it, I'll punish her for it later.  

We explode at the same time both of us wailing and cursing as we ride the waves of our orgasms. I sear her lips with my own as I pump wave after wave of cum into her greedy pussy. Her hips slam against me with unyielding need, even after I’m spent, taking everything down to the last drop. Another orgasm hits her as I hold her against me continuing to devour her lips while her clit rubs against my pelvis. She gives one final moan before collapsing against my shoulder. Both of us a sweaty sticky mess.  

Minutes or hours pass, it’s hard to tell the difference. But eventually, I feel the need to move. Much to baby girl’s disappointment, as she groans while I shift her to the side, laying her on her back. Standing up, I enjoy a post-sex stretch that hits all the spots. It's the little moments you have to savior. Reaching down, I grab my drink taking a healthy pull. Sex and whiskey always make everything better.  

Baby girl just curls up on the couch, staring at me lovingly. As I said, give a slut some dick and magically everything is right in the world. Of course, I still have to handle all this Christmas nonsense scattered throughout our home. Oh look, there are those Christmas lights I was looking for earlier. I walk over picking them up. Giving my baby girl a big smile.  

“What daddy going to do with those? Oh, is daddy going to help me decorate?”, she says full of excitement.  

“Nope, I have something even better in mind,” I say gleefully in the most sinister way.  

Before baby girl has a chance to process what’s happening, I use the Christmas lights to hogtie her. A benefit to a post sexed baby girl is she is more compliant and slower to resist. But she can’t help herself as she starts to struggle. I think it’s more the principle of it more than anything. Because she knows I’m going to win. I always do.  

“Daddy why you tie me up? I’m a good girl”, she says on the edge between pouty and brat.

“The best girl, but maybe next year you’ll be more considerate of daddy before you turn our home into a Christmas nightmare,” I say smiling while turning off the speaker and picking up the TV remote.  

She gives me her patented angry baby girl face as I sit back on the couch. Turning on the TV I shove my cock back in baby girl's mouth. Now, this is the life. Some TV, a glass of whiskey, and a tied-up slut sucking my cock. This is how a daddy enjoys the holidays. She starts to fake whine because again it's the principle of the thing.  

I simply pat her on the head and say, “Merry Christmas baby girl.”

 

 

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Naked Whore Daddy Fag slave A Short Sto

Sometimes life can take a strange turn. Not in my wildest dreams would Iever have imagined the situation I find myself in now. For, you see, I amnow a slave.I retired from a brilliant career in IT at the young age of 55. I hadtaken good care of myself physically, so I looked good for my years.Relationships had eluded me over the years. I had a few boyfriends, butmostly I was a guy who never hooked up long with anyone. I didn't see thepoint. I was content in my life, with my job, with my...

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Daddy Rules Daddys Consequences Part II

It had been three weeks since I had seen Daddy and with every mile I traveled, I felt my pussy water more and more. At the halfway marker, I texted Daddy to ask if I could take off my panties because they had become so wet it felt uncomfortable to sit in them. “No, Slut,” was all the text read. I smiled, sure before I had asked that that was what his answer would be, and drove on. When I got within 10 miles, my pussy began to pulse and as I turned down his street, she tingled almost...

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The Cat who Came for Christmas

On a cold and rainy Christmas Eve, in a small house by a large patch of woods, a small but close-knit family sat drinking hot chocolate and cider around the fireplace. In the corner stood a modest Christmas tree, glowing with colored lights, glass balls, and tinsel. Underneath the tree was a small pile of presents. Outside, the wind soughed in the trees and rain pattered against the window, but the family was snug and warm in its little house. There were just three of them: a mother, a father,...

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Daddy uses his Whore Ch 2

Slowly Jake opened his eyes reeling from the intensity of his first orgasm deep in his whore daughter's throat. Looking down at her cute face as she lay motionless, cock still buried deeply in her mouth, he slowly pulled his still hard tool out. "Thanks, bitch. How'd you like Daddy's nut?" As her eyes widened a bit, obviously not yet used to her father speaking to her in such a demeaning manner, he added "The correct answer to a question like that is "Thank you for using me like the slut that I...

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God Hates Superman

Just for some context, this story was inspired by the article of the same name, written by a friend of mine. But I should note: any similarities to any persons living or dead is purely a coincidence. Would I lie? God Hates…. Superman? A story of Sean Ryan. Security specialist Sean Aloysius Patricus Ryan did not like working science fiction conventions. There were too many places to hide real weaponry under fake weapons. While plastic ties were useful, anyone who had come prepared for...

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Another pussy for Christmas

Another pussy for Christmas ***** In "A pussy for Christmas," Paul asked for a pussy for Christmas, without realising that "pussy" has a double meaning. In this sequel Paul, now Paula, visits her cousin Joseph, who turns out to have a very similar wish. (You don't really need to read "A pussy for Christmas," but it helps. If you want to, just click the author link at the top of this page and it should be easy to find). ***** Paula looked into the bathroom mirror and...

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Daddys Mindcontrolled DaughtersChapter 5 Daddy Daughter Orgy

“Eager to find out the next way cheating wives are punished?” asked Deidre Icke’s ex-husband, something almost malicious in his grin. He sat naked on his office chair, cradling their sixteen-year-old daughter Alexis on his lap, her pussy leaking with the incestuous proof of his passion. Deidre swallowed, her ass still burning from the spanking her daughter administered earlier. Her eyes flicked to the monitor showing the feed from the spy cams planted at the Alamogordo Church of Christ where...

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Daddys Whore pt1

Daisey heard the front door open and quickly looked at the clock hung on the wall opposite her bed. It read half past 9, which meant that her dad was home from work. Smiling, Daisey sat up from her curled position on her bed. She didn't like being home on her own and couldn't wait to give her dad a hug.She picked up her school skirt from the bedroom floor and pulled it over her tiny, cotton g-string. She stood up and smoothed the pleated black fabric down and straightened the hem which had been...

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Granddaddys Love Chapter 01 Kissing my granddaddy

I’ll always love you, grandpa! I was hiding in my bedroom, hugging my ragged stuffed bear, waiting for the storm to pass. I had considered crawling under the wooden frame, but I was no longer a child. My curvy ass and generous boobs were making it impossible to use my old hiding places and short of instantly becoming invisible, this was the end of the line for me. There was nowhere else that could be safer, except outside. But it wasn't safe for me to bolt out now. My mom was drunk again...

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The Magic of Christmas

The Magic Of Christmas By Jena Corso Edited By Angela Meyers "Oh so you are awake?" said his mother poking her head in his room. "Morning honey. I hear the tv on." "Yeah, I didn't sleep so well," said Brayden rubbing his eyes. "Too excited about Christmas," said his mother coming in. "Well that and what I told you last night," sighed Brayden. "I still feel horrible." "Well not that I want to be negative on Christmas but you should honey," said his mother folding her arms....

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Booby Christmas

Are you looking forward to a merry Christmas this year? Of course, you are! But how is that supposed to happen when you have to deal with family over the holidays? Fuck, you can’t even say ‘the holidays’ without some dipshit falling over and having a heart attack because you used the phrase ‘the holidays’ instead of Christmas.Do you know what stands between you and a peaceful, fantastic Christmas? Well, people! People ruin everything. So instead of dealing with people over Christmas, the...

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The Chauffeur 49 Christmas

By PABLO DIABLO Copyright 2019 Chapter 1 As my eyes opened on Christmas morning, I felt as if a weight had been lifted. As usual, Dakota was all snuggled into me and Jill had her back to my back. I woke both my sleeping beauties with little kisses. I started first with Jill. She wore herself out the past couple of days getting Diane ready for the wedding. I gently kissed her neck, her shoulders, and her chest. My fingers gently glided over her beautiful body. It took a few minutes but...

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Daddys Mindcontrolled DaughtersChapter 3 Daughters Pleasing Daddy

I groaned, my orgasm shivering through me, my dick lodged in Crystal’s pussy. She was the second daughter I’d fucked today. My fantasies of taking my daughters, using their underage cunts, had come to life today thanks to an impossible device. The Halo. A ring of gold housing nanites. They’d changed my mind, allowing me to rewrite the brainwaves of others and control them. I imposed my will upon two of my daughters and Crystal’s friend/lesbian lover Jessica. First, I deflowered...

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Daddy Makes Sasha a Whore Part 1 rewrite

Introduction: This story involves some subject matter such as incest and rape that may offend some readers. If you are one of these readers please dont read this, just find a different story. It is purely fictional so if there is any resemblance to anyone or anything in real life it is coincidental. Part 1 He kissed me softly at first, I responded and he deepened the kiss. His tongue was flicking my bottom lip and I moaned. His hand slid up my stomach till it reached my breast, then he cupped...

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A Slave for Christmas

A Slave for Christmas A Slave for ChristmasSynopsis?I could scarcely believe the other girls in the office hated me that much, but there I was on a stage, naked, manacled and gagged waiting to be auctioned as a house slave for the Christmas to New Year period. And I?d had no say in the matter.? A Slave for Christmasby obohobo WarningsPlease take note!The text in this story contains erotic material and is expressly written for adults only. MF NC. Spanking If you are underage or offended by...

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Blue Christmas

‘Well, if you really need someone, I suppose I could do that—if you really need me.’ Clara tried to make her reluctance quite clear, but Elizabeth was having none of that. She just cheerily plowed along, working on getting Clara on the road to fill in for no-shows among the volunteers at the soup kitchen where Elizabeth was working that evening. Nothing had put her off—not Clara’s remark that it was already dark, not her observation that it had begun to snow—not even her noting that it was...

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Mary Christmas

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Marys Christmas

Introduction: The magic of Christmas is in the giving For reasons of my own, I no longer allow comments, nor do I make them. If you would like to offer a critique, please send me a pm. I can only improve with your very valuable input. This is my entry to Calling All Writers, Chapter 9. Please join our website and go to the Sex Stories Forum to enjoy more stories, and to vote. Mary pulled up next to the barn at Nicks Christmas Tree Farm, the first Saturday of November. The farm opened for...

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The Most Wonderful Follow Up The True Meaning Of Christmas

The Most Wonderful Follow-Up: The True Meaning Of Christmas By Katharine Sexkitten I left the security guard clothes in the public washroom. They smelled. In fact they reeked. No doubt about it. Up until earlier this morning, I would have thought the odor was unusual, and not altogether attractive. Now I thought they smelled like heaven. They were completely covered in my own cum, more or less dried. I remember vividly making the mess. It was more cum than I'd ever...

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Marys Christmas

Mary pulled up next to the barn at Nick’s Christmas Tree Farm, the first Saturday of November. The farm opened for business the weekend before Thanksgiving. Mary had worked each season for the past seven years, and always came out a week early to walk through the fields of evergreens. It was the slowest time of year for her design business and this seasonal job allowed her to utilize her creativity. The sun felt warm on her shoulders, while the air was cool against her face. The dried autumn...

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Yet another pussy for Christmas

This is a sequel to my previous two Christmas stories, "A pussy for Christmas" and "Another pussy for Christmas". You don't have to have read them first, but it helps. Just click on "Paula Girl" and you will find a list of my stories, including those two. ***** As she had the previous year, 14 year old Paula looked in the mirror and smiled, as she looked forward to Christmas. Paula was growing into a very beautiful young woman. Over the past year, she had graduated from an A cup...

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A Merry Kyla Christmas

Winter had finally arrived and the snow was falling generously outside. It looked so serene as the white fluffy specks fell graciously to the ground as I looked out my kitchen window. The fresh coffee brewing sent the aroma through the air of the kitchen and brought my senses more to life as I waited for the dark liquid to finish dripping so I could pour some in my awaiting mug on the counter. I knew it would warm me up. It had too. Looking out the window made me feel the coldness surround...

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God Hates The Warners

In March 2014 the Westboro Baptist Church announced that their 85 year old founder Fred Phelps Sr. had passed away due to natural causes. But did you notice how they never held a funeral for him? Most folks assume that this was because they didn't want a million people showing up to pay them back with the same kind of vicious harrassment they have dished out to so many grieving families, but the truth is far stranger. This is what REALLY became of Reverend Phelps, who now goes by the name...

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Oh Just Fck Fckin Christmas

I think I was five or six when the magic of Christmas began to be destroyed for me. Before that, it was all sitting on Santa’s lap, parades, Christmas village at the mall. Small, penny candy canes were for the asking and there was always a tree. Never the greatest tree but we generally didn’t have a Charlie Brown tree either, so yeah, it was a Merry Christmas at the Thompson house. Ah, sorry … apartment. We lived in an ancient apartment building in midtown. To a kid growing up it was a...

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Warming Father Christmas

Warming Father Christmas Copyright Oggbashan November 2016 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary, the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. +++ It was late afternoon on Christmas Eve. I had wrapped all the presents for the grandchildren and made sure all the ingredients for the dinner on Boxing Day were in the...

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What Do You Want for Christmas

‘You just don’t have any sense of adventure anymore,’ complained Debbie. ‘Like all those muggers and murderers you deal with everyday?’ I wanted to know. ‘It has nothing to do with my job,’ she replied. ‘And for your information it is usually burglars that I’m involved in catching, not murderers. The problem is with you. Ever since you finished acting school, all you do is sit around here and mope. I don’t mind about the fact that you can’t contribute much to the rent, but I just don’t get any...

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All She Wants for Christmas

“Please Mommy! Can’t we go see Santa?” cried the twin girls. Victoria Kramer was wishing she was anywhere but the mall right this moment, but here she was, and of all days, she was there on Christmas Eve. She was here because her mother called her in a panic asking – no begging – her to pick up those special cheese nut balls that only Hickory Farms sold in the mall during Christmas. Victoria had agreed before she realized two things: first, it was Christmas Eve, and second, the twins would want...

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Merry Christmas

Christmas day dawned bright for Katie Shaw. Her clock radio had awakened her to the sound of Christmas carols and news of snow falling since 2:00 that morning. There must be at least three inches on the ground. The prospect of the roads being covered didn't dampen Katie's spirits as she turned on the shower while she brushed her teeth.Stepping from the shower Katie took down the oversized towel and rubbed it briskly over her skin. She could feel the electric tingle she created as she rocked the...

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What Do You Want for Christmas

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A Family Christmas

Trevor Lloyd was the nicest man I’d ever known. He was kind, compassionate and genuinely cared about other people. So it was no surprise to me or the rest of the neighbourhood that he couldn’t bear to leave his wife of fifteen years when he found out she was having an affair. The rest of us, including his children, all knew what was going on, but no one was willing to break the poor guy’s heart and tell him. Mr Lloyd had a few house staff who he was extremely generous to. He had a housekeeper...

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Searching For Christmas

Under the pale light of stars, minister Steve Bogan drove stealthily to a nearby motel. It was daybreak on Christmas Eve, and Steve’s only time to get away from his wife, who staying at his brother’s house for the morning taking care of his two small children. Although Steve and June had been married six years, the spice had gone out of their relationship and things had become very humdrum. The first few years of their union had been blissful, with many trips to the Enchanted Place for frantic...

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Deja Vu Christmas

‘That’s what I saw on the TV news just now. So maybe you’d better . . .’ ‘It’s Christmas Eve, Stella,’ Nadine answered, the stubbornness in her voice almost palpable. ‘Those guys were really cute, and I’ve never skied Winter Park before. Gotta do something to get out of here.’ ‘Yeah, well, if the snow really hits up there at Berthoud Pass, there wouldn’t be any skiing, they wouldn’t find you ’til spring,’ Stella said. She was fiddling with the crooked plastic Christmas tree in the corner of...

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The Meaning of Christmas

Gloria sat watching the package laden people of Christmas from her office window. She never understood the idea of Christmas, spend until you cannot spend anymore and pretend to be a great person for one day when you’re an asshat for the other three hundred and sixty-four. Grabbing her coat she prepared to leave for the day. ‘Hey Gloria. What are you doing for Christmas?’ ‘Oh hey Jim. Same as usual, sit at home, watch TV and have a normal dinner.’ ‘Well you know, you are always welcome at...

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Fucking daddy while hating mom

What the Fuck? The bitch is once again fucking up everybody's day with her holier than thou shit. Who the fuck cares what I wear and if daddy approves, we are on holiday and hopefully she will contract some fucked up foreign disease and die. Yep, I am talking about mommy dearest. Mom married my much younger stepfather Ray when I was 15 years old. A real live 30 year old cowboy who made millions in oil. Ray and I hit it off immediately and because I never heard from my dad, he filled that role...

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Sing A Song Of Christmas

SING A SONG OF CHRISTMAS A Play For You to Act by an Unknown Writer from 1972 CHARACTERS: SANTA CLAUS JACK FROST NICK, a young boy SNOWMAN DAVID, a Boy Scout BAD BADDER Three Mischievous Imps WORST GOOD BETTER Three Good Fairies BEST PROLOGUE: (In front of the curtain. It is Christmas Eve and excitement is in the air). (JACK FROST dances onto the stage) JACK FROST: Jack Frost's my name - a Winter Sprite In whom the boys and girls delight. And...

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Treasury Men in Action A Counterfeit Christmas

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Whos Your Daddy Jennifer

"I hate to tell you this, Jennifer," Mom's voice was tentative, scarily so, across a thousand miles of telephone wire and microwave signal, "but Ricardo is your father." "WHAT!" I screamed it out. I understood her words instantly, could easily conjure up a fact pattern that made them true, but I wasn't ready to accept them. "Daddy died two years ago, Mom." I could hear the pleading, the strain in my own sounds. "Jennifer, you've known all of your life that I was already pregnant...

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The Miracle of Christmas

The Miracle of Christmas Another sleepless night, another Christmas fraught with worry. There wouldn't be many packages to open for the kids this year. I've been telling them that Christmas is too commercial and we are starting a new tradition of just one present per person. The reality is that we can't afford even one. They had watched the polar express for the umpteenth time, and I was tired of hearing that simpleton message: “You just need to believe.” Belief is a luxury for children and...

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Saving for Christmas

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Merry Fing Christmas

(This, dear reader, is Jack, a man become bitter, cynical, broken by disappointment, hurts, and disillusionment, about to be disposed of by life. A man in need of repair. Can a toy workshop on a street of repair shops repair even broken hearts, broken dreams, broken people?) * Jack sat in his pickup truck in the factory parking lot staring vacantly out the windshield, not really seeing anything. He alternated between replaying the events in his mind and wondering numbly what to do next. The...

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Pad Thai or Pussy for Christmas

During our almost eleven year relationship, neither Barb nor I were very traditional regardless of whether you’re thinking of food choices or our sexual proclivities. One year, as December arrived, we started to discuss where we wanted to go for dinner on Christmas Eve since we preferred to eat out rather than cook for ourselves. After some back and forth between us, the decision was made to go to one of my favorite Thai restaurants on Irving Park Road which was about an eight-block walk from...

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A PANTYHOSE CHRISTMAS

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Twelve Days of Christmas

Twelve Days of Christmas by BobH (c) 2010 On the first day of Christmas my true love sent to me A set of black lingerie. * And it was a big surprise, let me tell you. When she and her twin brother had set off for Europe to visit family in the Balkans for the days leading up to the holidays, Katya had told me at the airport what she had planned. "So that you don't forget me I've arranged for a gift to be delivered to you on each of the eleven days...

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Merry Christmas

Christmas day dawned bright for Katie Shaw. Her clock radio had awakened her to the sound of Christmas carols and news of snow falling since 2:00 that morning. There must be at least three inches on the ground. The prospect of the roads being covered didn't dampen Katie's spirits as she turned on the shower while she brushed her teeth. Stepping from the shower Katie took down the oversized towel and rubbed it briskly over her skin. She could feel the electric tingle she created as she rocked...

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