Friday, November 25, 2016
I Saw Daddy Kissing Santa Claus
by Jade Bleu
Short Fiction / Erotica / Fantasy / Taboo / Multi-partner
(Re-release of previous 2011 version)
She finds a naughty Santa giving Daddy a big, fat gift under the tree!
Taylor is snug in her bed on Christmas Eve until strange rustling noises draws her out to spy on a delicious sight—Santa and her luscious stepfather tonguing each other in front of the Christmas tree. What does sexy St. Nick, who looks more like an underwear model than his jolly stereotype, have in store for the stepdaddy and daughter who’ve landed on his very special naughty list this year?
An erotic short featuring a bad girl out of bed on Christmas Eve, taboo daddy-daughter fun, and a MMF encounter with double penetration between daddy and a hot, sexy Santa who knows just how naughty their desires have been.
"I felt your longing, you know," Santa said. "That desperate need coiling deep in your gut. It made my balls ache, seeing you walk around all the time with that stiff, throbbing cock. I had to do something. You know what I'm talking about, don't you? Who I'm talking about."
That widened my eyes some, and my heart pounded harder. Who was he talking about?
My stepfather didn't answer, and the other man sidled closer, grabbing Steven's taut ass and thrusting their hips together. Steven hissed and squeezed his eyes shut as he clutched the other man's broad shoulders.
"Tell me," Santa said in a low croon as he ground his cock against him. "Admit what it is you've been hiding."
Steven shook his head. "I can't. It's not right, the things I've been thinking."
"Wanting," Santa corrected. "What you still want. The gift you were offered and refused to take. I'll admit I have personal issues with folks who turn their nose up at presents."
My thighs were getting sticky with juices as I rubbed myself through the thin fabric of my nightgown. I slid my other hand back and forth across my eraser-tip nipples, reveling in the shock of pleasure that jolted through my clit as my fingers grazed each one. The men's breathing grew more ragged, their motions more fevered and powerful as they writhed against each other's flexing, eager bodies.
"Give me your confession," the man said, his dark eyes flashing. "Then give me your cum."
My stepfather groaned and gripped Santa's tight, flexing ass cheeks and leaned in to kiss him. Santa pulled his head back, however. "Say it."
"Taylor." My name fell off his lips like a prayer, and I leaned harder against the wall so my legs wouldn't give out from the shock. "I want Taylor so bad it hurts."