When you asked me for a White Christmas, you knew exactly what you were doing, didn’t you? You may try to uphold this innocent, adorable facade to everyone else, but you and I both know exactly what you are: a complete, utter, dirty slut.
Most people spend their Christmas with family, opening presents and enjoying a lovely meal.
Instead, you’re here, eyes rolling to the back of your head as I hold you down onto my cock once more. My balls rest momentarily on your dripping chin, before finally unsheathing myself to let you breath.
You gag and choke, coughing as your throat is clear for the first time this morning. Your eyes are bleary and red, and tears have been carving streaks down your flushed cheeks.
You’re wearing a little red number that I selected for you, and at the beginning of the morning you also wore a Santa hat, it being Christmas after all. Since then, however, the hat has been discarded so I can better get a hold of your hair.
You continue to stroke my cock, looking up at me with eager eyes. To outsiders, you look almost used. But we both know that’s exactly how you like it.
Quickly I’m back to fucking your mouth mercilessly, head occasionally hitting the back of your throat and causing you to gag in no small amount.
When you’re almost a shade of purple, I pull out, grabbing those cheeks in my hand and squeezing, before gently slapping the side of your face. I move over to the bed, laying down on my back and beckoning you over.
Before I’m even laid down, however, you’re already on your way. You’ve been waiting for this. Your reward for being my slut for the morning.
You straddle me, instinctively licking your hand to moisten your pussy, although in hindsight it was fairly obvious that would not be needed. You lower yourself down, your warm, wet lips enveloping my throbbing length.
It’s not long before you’re grinding back and forth on my cock, occasionally bouncing so that your ass smacks on each downstroke, my shaft completely disappearing inside your tight pussy.
I reach up to grasp your perky breasts in my hands, squeezing them firmly, playing with your nipples with my thumbs. Every now and then, my hand slides up your chest, wrapping around your throat to gently apply pressure, or to pull you down for a wet, deep kiss.
You’re riding me at full speed now, as a wave of pleasure builds at the base of your spine and deep in your pussy, each thrust bringing your breathless body closer and closer to release. I reach round and grab fistfuls of hair, pulling so you arch backwards, railing you from beneath frantically.
Finally, you feel that wave crash. You shudder and gasp for air as you cum, pussy contracting around me as I slowly continue to slide in, out, gently.
Once you’ve caught your breath, you dismount and slide between my legs, pumping my shaft with your hand, while slurping the head with eager lips. You look me dead in the eyes, groaning to yourself as precum fills your senses.
And then, without much warning, I erupt. The first wave floods your mouth, but you quickly pull back, catching the next few over your tired, blushed face. We sit in a state of exhaustion and ecstacy, both in awe of just how beautiful this White Christmas ended up being.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/rmxxlz/ho_ho_hoe_mf_degradation_christmas_blowjob_rough
This is a fantastic story!! You’re very descriptive, it’s really lovely.
I also found it enjoyable how i read it as “ho,ho,ho, degredation!” in the same tone as “ho ho ho merry christmas!” very festive.