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A moment later, I felt
Finn’s long tongue laving my dripping snatch, licking up the
deposits left by the others as well as my copious juices. Every
time his tongue flicked across my clit, I shuddered and crept
closer to release.

Mitch pulled free and moved
around behind me, motioning Finn over to the seat, where the others
were watching in awe. He slicked his fingers along my folds before
easing his monster into my pussy. I cried out in joy at finally
having him inside me, as well as pain from being ridden so hard
already. He made short strokes in and out of me, slowly moving
deeper and deeper. I’d thought Finn’s tiny hand had felt good, but
this…I’d never experienced a bigger cock in my life.

The pressure that had been
denied for so long was building quickly now. My pussy lips tingled
as his veiny unit slipped past them, tugging on my clit because of
its sheer mass. His hands stroked my ass, a finger slipping in
between my cheeks. I groaned and grunted and pushed backward as
hard as I could.

Then he was gone and I
screamed out because I hadn’t come yet. But I shouldn’t have
worried because he was only repositioning himself at my asshole. It
was slow going at first, even with all the others having stretched
me out, but it didn’t take long for me to open like flower to
him.


Aaaah,” I cried as spots
of light filled my vision. He pumped harder and his fingers found
my clit. I bucked and clenched, which made him rub my nub harder
and faster. I was rising on a tide and I sensed he was also nearing
the precipice from how fast he was pounding. A second later I was
tumbling, falling head over heels, diving over the edge of release.
The liquid warmth that Rick shot into me sent me reeling again and
I clenched even harder, eventually shuddering into
stillness.


Damn, you’re hot, little
girl,” Mitch wheezed when he’d finally caught his breath. “Okay,
boys, let her down easy. I think we’ll call this one
good.”

 

~ * ~ * ~

 

It’s a week later and I’m sitting in the break room, munching
on a carrot stick and remembering my trip to the mechanic. I try
not to do this at work because I always get hot and bothered, but
images keep flashing back into my head unbidden. My pussy aches for
Roland’s thick cock. Drool pools in my mouth when I remember
sucking off Jake. My pulse quickens at the fear I felt around Finn.
I squirm when I remember the way Mitch felt inside my… well, all my
holes.

Dammit! This was why I try
not to think about them when I’m working. It’s just too
distracting, and I don’t want my work to suffer. I love this job,
and the people I work with, so the last thing I want to do is
disappoint them. Plus I worked very, very hard to be
here.

I haven’t seen the boys
since they fixed Banger and got her a passing grade. They even
chipped in and paid for my registration online. “You were a good
sport, Ginny, it’s the least we can do,” they said as they sent me
on my way. I’d love an excuse to go back, but I’m afraid to just
show up without a reason — they might think I’m a slut or
something.

As I’m munching away,
trying to think of puppy dogs and baseball — anything but my horny
mechanics — my boss storms in, clearly agitated. He grabs the
coffee pot and slams it back into its cradle when he sees it’s
empty. “Shit!” he hisses.


Anything I can help you
with, Mr. Jaimeson?” I ask, startling him.


Oh! Ginny, I didn’t see
you there. Pardon my French, I’m just a little upset right now. I
was late to an appointment because my car overheated.”


Anything I can
do?”

He runs a hand through his
hair and huffs. “Yes, actually. I need you to take my car to a good
mechanic. Do you know any?”

A slow smile spreads across
my face. “As a matter of fact, I do.”

 

 

 

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BRED BY SANTA

Sarah has enjoyed a
special relationship with Santa Claus since she was little. Now
that she's an adult, she wants more...and more and more and more.
Not only does she want the surprisingly sexy Santa to bareback her
on Christmas Eve, she wants him to impregnate her. But her deepest
fantasies may change her life in ways she doesn't
expect.

This 6,000-word holiday
erotica depicts erotic situations, oral sex, spanking, pregnancy
and lactation fantasies, naughty language and steaming hot Santa
sex not suitable for family reading time!

 

He was frozen with shock so
I took the opportunity to reach a hand out and finger the soft fur
trim of his coat. "I'm wearing something with this same trim," I
murmured as I leaned into him, pressing the full length of my body
against his. I could feel his heat through the sheer fabric of my
wrap and the swell in his pants had grown even larger. His nostrils
twitched as he got a whiff of my perfume.

I reached one arm around
his broad shoulders and raised the other to brush his white hair
away from his ear. I moved in so close that my glossy lips were
almost grazing his lobe. "Would you like to see?" I breathed,
flicking his ear with the tip of my tongue. A shudder ripped
through his body. He clutched my waist and pushed me away from
him.

I could see in his face
that he was conflicted. "Sarah, I've known you since you were a
little girl."

I looked him dead in the
eye and pushed against his big hands, forcing him to keep them on
me. "I'm a woman now, Santa."

His hungry eyes flickered
down to the cleavage just peeking out from my wrap and back to my
eyes. "I can see that."

I knew it was time to make
my move so I took a step back, allowing his hands to fall away.
Keeping my gaze locked on his face, I let the sheer silk wrap
shimmer its way down my skin to the floor. The effect was
immediate. His breathing shortened, his pupils dilated, and his
stiffness threatened to tear right through the front of his red
velvet trousers. Oh, how I longed to rub that velvety
goodness!

For the second time that
night, Santa's jaw dropped. I swear I saw a little drool drip from
his luscious lips and dampen his beard.

"For as long as I can
remember, Santa, the only thing I ever wanted for Christmas was
you, your attention, your affection. And you never failed to give
it to me. Now, I want to give you something." I'd inched closer to
him as I spoke, until my tits were brushing against his velvet
coat. The electricity between us was buzzing, tweaking my nipples
to a level of hardness I didn't know they could reach. I looked up
into his deep blue eyes and whispered, "I want you to fuck me. I
want you to use me. I want you to breed me, Santa."

 

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About the
Author

 

Mercy Faulk is a dirty,
dirty girl who loves to write dirty, dirty stories. She hopes you
enjoy her stories. Feel free to contact her at
[email protected]
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Copyright © 2013 Mercy Faulk

All rights
reserved.

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Cover design by Mercy
Faulk

 

The characters and events
portrayed in this book are a work of fiction or are used
fictitiously. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is
coincidental and not intended by the author.

 

This story contains
sexually explicit material, and is intended only for persons over
the age of 18. All of the characters involved in the sexual
situations in this story are intended to be 18 years of age or
older, whether they are explicitly described as such or
not.

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