Yes, Virginia, Santa Claus is Horny
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Virginia asks the simple question: Is Santa Claus horny? And lo and behold, there is Santa to answer her. What will Santa do with this sexy, naughty young woman? Just how naughty will they get under the Christmas Tree? More
Virginia asks the simple question: Is Santa Claus horny? And lo and behold, there is Santa to answer her. What will Santa do with this sexy, naughty young woman? Just how naughty will they get under the Christmas Tree?
Warning: This story is extremely explicit. If you are offended by Santa's sexuality, or the idea of Santa getting down and dirty with a hot naughty woman, then read something else. When Santa goes around the world, it not just to deliver presents.
* * * Only for 18+ adults * * *
"Yeah," she murmured with a wicked little smile. Her body was trembling with the aftershocks of orgasm. It was wonderful. "It's been a…fun year."
His hand came down on her right butt cheek. Thwack!
"Are you thinking about the football team?" Santa said.
Virginia's mind filled with those erotic memories. Her and three of her girlfriends crashed a team only party after their bowl game victory, wearing nothing but team jerseys that they quickly lost. They started out by going down on the coaches, in part so they wouldn't kick them out. After that, the team went wild on the four of them. Virginia smiled and touched herself as she remembered being passed around by the defensive front line — six three-hundred pound black guys, with ginormous cocks. They violated every orifice of her body, twice over.
At the end of the night, the team auctioned the four coeds off. Players bought her girlfriends, making them be their sex slaves through the weekend. Virginia, though, was bought by the head cheerleader, Tiffany Andrews. Tiffany used sex and blackmail to keep Virginia her slave for the rest of the semester, giving her to the basketball team a dozen times, the baseball and soccer teams six times each, and forcing her to serve in every way at sorority and frat parties.
"Yeah, good times," she whispered, throat and chest so tight. "What a shame Tiffany graduated and moved away."
Santa pulled her off the chair, and forced her to kneel.
About the Author:
Jenevieve DeBeers leads a double life. By day, she is a dedicated worker bee in the corporate grind, but at night she surrenders to her deep, dark side and writes out all of the little fantasies that consume her day. Her characters enjoy all of the wild sexual escapades and daring deeds of lust and love that she wishes she was brave enough to enjoy in real life. Yeah, she lives vicariously through her characters.