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I LOVE halloween. It’s a shame though because the main event..

Published: November 20th 2023, 8:51:56 pm

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I LOVE halloween. It’s a shame though because the main event of it all is trick or treating, which I’m honestly not a huge fan of. I’m just too anxious of a person to enjoy it much, what if I knock on a stranger’s door and they slip me poisoned sweeties, or even worse mention my appearance in any way, I would die!

Still, it only comes round once a year so I always do my best to give it a go. I stretched my catsuit round my curves and slipped on my fluffy ears, shoes and gloves then slipped into the darkness of the autumn evening. It didn’t take long at all to find a house with the porch light on, a British signal that halloweeners are welcome, so I pattered up to the door, knocked and waited. After painful seconds of waiting, the door creaked open. I put on my best kitty smile and called out loud and proud, “TRICK OR TREAT!”

“…You stupid HO HO HO, it’s the middle of fucking November!”, That voice, oh no, I opened my eyes to see the one I dread all year round.

“F-Father Christmas?!?”

“That’s Daddy Christmas to you!” The jolly giant roared as he dragged me consentually through the door way by my bra, tearing it off before pinning me against the wall by the head.

His house smelt like winter berries and his breath smelt like pungent Sherry, the hallway twinkled with flickering colours from a Christmas tree overburdened with lights and tinsel.

Santa gripped my rump with his holiday hands, gripping and plying a cheek so tight that the fabric of my catsuit burst open exposing my poor little pussy, already wet from the excitement. He slapped his fat Christmas Cock between my buttocks so they jiggled like a bowl of jelly. I peered over my shoulder, catching a glimpse of his merry member sliding down to my slit. It was thick and long, bulging with seasons greetings. His bellend was big and round, shining bright and red like Rudolf’s nose lighting the way to my chimney.

“My, my, my, you are a very naughty girl” Santa grumbled as his bauble discovered my pussy lips as wet as melted snow, “You’re definitely ready for a visit from Ol’ Saint Dick!”

His big hand tightly gripped my hair, the other my waist, and suddenly his festive phalice filled my fuck hole like seasonal depression.

“Mmm, Even though you’re on the naughty list, I’m still going to empty my sack under your tree”

Mariah Carey’s “All I want for Christmas” begun to play and I was pounded to the rhythm. All through the house echoed wet beating slaps and moans of holiday cheer as Father Christmas Stirred my guts with his rock candy cock. My dreams of an extended spooky season were crushed as hard as my uterus between the wall and his Merry member.

“You’d be enjoying this if you had a family” Santa chortled before smashing my sopping slit at double time, every gouging thrust reminding me of the painful alienation of the season. I smiled and enjoyed it though, because that’s what everyone has to do.

Santa’s rhythm started to buckle and I felt his cock swelling harder inside me, He burst out in pleasured jolly laughter, “ HO HO HO I’M CUMMING! In 35 days! But also now!”, He started counting every thrust, 1, 2, 3, on and on till he reached 25. I groaned as, with a final grinding thrust and a Mighty “HO HO HO”, Chris Cringle’s Christmas cock creamed my quivering cunt. My legs gave way and I was suspended on Santa’s pulsing North Pole, pumping my womb with Christmas cheer until it ran down my thighs.

“I got you that gift, so you better be thankful” Father Christmas laughed unsheathing his still raging penis from my body

“Thankyou Daddy” I murmured, finally slumping to the floor

“Good Girl, now clean yourself up. I’ll be fucking you every day till the season is over so you better be happy about it”

“Yes Daddy” I replied. Maybe it won’t be as bad at last year?

Hope you enjoyed that. We don't have thanksgiving in England so after halloween the shops instantly fill with Christmas stock and every store in the country is legally obligated to play the same 5 Christmas Classic songs on a loop in a effort to pressure everyone into spending money. For me, it's just one more reason to stay indoors and wish for a long long sleep. Love you