A while ago I asked people for their filthy Christmas wishes. What sexual favours did they want for Christmas? Things they wouldn’t normally get but would normally get wet for. Only one person replied, which I can only assume means you’re either all prudes or you’re all already so sexually satisfied that nothing short of a jizzbomb to the face would satisfy your devious ends.
And although I prefer to write about things that have actually happened, sometimes it’s fun to be a bit lazy – to write things that wouldn’t, or couldn’t ever happen, because they’ve been living in your head for the last 10 years or so and are screaming to get out.
Let’s assume for a minute that even people’s most inappropriate and un-festive dreams can come true – let’s assume I’m pissed and horny and stuck in the childhood home that reminds me of teenaged wanking and sexual frenzy – here’s what I’d love to get for Christmas:
A boy I know throws a party. He’s one of my favourites – filthy and enthusiastic and dominant and more than willing to share.
Not just willing – he’s desperate to share. Nothing gets him harder than using other guys to humiliate me. To show off what he has, and make me feel wrong and dirty. He wants to watch me being used, abused, beaten and covered with spunk.
He invites some other guys to the house. About six of them. They’re drinking and chatting, and I’m running back and forth getting beers for them, bringing snacks, deferring to him as the party host. Doing what he asks.
He tells the rest of the boys to make themselves at home. To help themselves to anything. To help themselves to me.
I’m wearing something insignificant, inappropriate. Black knickers and a shirt. They’re all fully clothed – looking at me, touching me, slapping my arse as I walk past them. As the party gets going and they get drunk and bold enough, one of them tells me to sit on his lap.
I sit as the others watch steadily, sipping their drinks.
I’m sitting on this guy and he has his hands all over me – squeezing my tits, slipping inside my bra to pinch my nipples. He puts one hand round my throat and pulls my head back as, with the other, he pulls my knickers to one side to feel how wet I am. Very.
A couple of the other guys in the room move forward, move closer to watch. Our host is looking on from the other side of the room. He’s smiling at me, sipping beer and watching what unfolds.
The guy I’m sitting on pulls one of my hands back behind me into his crotch, tells me to touch him. I unzip him and pull out his cock – thick, fat, hard – and I squeeze it as he slips my knickers down. He directs me firmly with his hands – gripping my hips and lifting me so he can slide his cock inside. I can feel my cunt twitch as his cock fills me up. Stretching – hurting.
The other guys move forward.
As I’m sat on the first boy, others move in and start touching me. His cock is sliding into me, I’m moaning and squeezing my cunt around him, and the other guys are grabbing at me. Casually; beers in one hand, one of my tits in the other. The guy I’m sitting on pulls open my shirt. He rips down my bra and exposes my tits – jiggling as I fuck him, nipples nice and hard.
More guys move in. Some of them have their cocks out, touching themselves. Stroking rock-solid erections of all different shapes and sizes.
The host is there too now, still fully-clothed. Talking to them. Telling them about me. Encouraging them to do more.
“That’s it. She’s such a slut. She wants it. She fucking loves it. Do more. Hurt her. Feel her tits, that’s it. She loves it when you touch her tits. Yeah, get your cock right inside her.”
As the guy beneath me starts to pick up the pace, thrusting violently up to meet me as I’m riding him, others want to join in.
“Come on, my turn.”
“Let me have a go.”
“Let’s bend her over the fucking sofa.”
The host pulls me up by my hair, and bends me over the arm of the sofa.
“Good girl. That’s it. Sssh, be quiet.”
I can feel the guys behind me – three or four of them, pushing to be next. Wanting to shove their cocks inside me. I let out a little moan and the host kneels on the sofa in front of me.
“Let me give you something to concentrate on. Something to shut you up.” And he forces his cock into my mouth. Hot and throbbing, and dripping wet. I take it down to the back of my throat, and it’s forced further in as the first guy slams his dick into me. He’s got his hands on my butt, spreading me wide as he shoves his cock into my cunt. Slamming home, fucking me so hard it’s like punishment. Other guys reach forward and touch my tits, my back, grab my hair and force my head further down onto the host’s cock so that I choke.
“Fuck yeah, that’s good. Look at how hard she’s taking it. Fuck.”
Guys crowd around grabbing at themselves, squeezing their cocks, then pausing, squeezing and pausing – holding onto the thick streams of come, saving it for the main event. The host remains still – not fucking my throat, just keeping his cock there to keep me quiet, to spread my mouth wide and choke me and make it harder to breathe and scream – as the guys behind me take turns.
“Oh fuck, yeah. Fuck, that’s good. I’m going to fill you with spunk.”
I feel the first guy get more frantic – he’s fucking me with force and desperation and then – ah – I can feel him throb and twitch as he comes – hot spurts of it, deep inside me.
He calls me a dirty girl, and slaps my ass as the next one takes his turn – hard and angry.
This one talks. He tells me I’m good, he says I can take it. He says he can feel how wet I am – how much come there is from the last guy. He tells me I’m so fucking dirty, he’s so hot he’ll come quickly. He can feel it coming, he’s going to shoot right in my cunt. He wants me to take it. Take it like a… oh fuck. Take it, you filthy bitch.
I squirm as I feel the second load – and I choke on the host. He grabs me roughly by the hair and starts fucking my mouth. He tells me I’m a good girl. Asks me if I want some more as, without waiting for an answer, the third guy forces his dick into me. He comes almost straight away, on contact – I can feel it spilling out of me. Buckets of it. I can feel one other guy crouch down by my side so he can aim his come right at my tits. He grabs one of my tits and squeezes hard, lets out a grunt of satisfaction and watches the come shoot right onto me. Dripping off my nipples.
The host rubs it into me. Tells me I’ve done well. That I’m disgusting. That I fucking asked for this – begged for this gang bang. Making me lick someone else’s spunk off his fingers he asks if anyone wants to fuck me in the ass. I squeal, and he shoves his dick back into my mouth – pulling my head right down so I can feel it slamming against the back of my throat. Another guy stands behind me, spitting onto his cock – parting my ass cheeks so that he can push his cock in. He gets the head in, slaps me on the ass. Tells me to push backwards. Tells me to take it. Tells me I’m tight – so fucking tight.
Host pulls his cock out of my mouth and asks if I want it. If I’m going to be a good girl. And it hurts and it’s bad and I want it so much. I nod, and the second guy pushes his cock all the way into my ass – filling me up, stretching me, making me panic. All the while the host is fucking my face, others are touching themselves and watching. Talking to each other.
I push back to meet his angry thrusts. Feeling him going slightly deeper with each stroke. Feeling his cock throb and harden further as he gets closer to the edge. The host tells me I’m good. That I’m a slut, that they’re all watching me. The other guys reach forward – one more pushes his cock into my hair – shooting ropes of spunk into it, and over the host’s hands as he holds my head.
The host pulls his cock out of my mouth, and lifts my head. Orders me to look at him as he comes all over my face. Hot buckets of spunk – covering me, dripping into my open mouth, burning my eyes.
The guy in my ass fucks harder – he talks to me. Tells me to look at myself. Tells me I should be ashamed. Cunt dripping spunk, come all over my face, tells me I should be disgusted, that I’m a dirty girl. That he’s going to come right in my ass.
And as I lick the drops from around my mouth I feel him come deep inside me – shooting spunk into my ass and gripping my hips as he pushes himself so deep into me I can feel every spurt.
It’s not very festive, I know, but I’ll stick some fucking mistletoe up or something.
So come on, I got pissed and wrote about one of my favourite wank fantasies on the internet – now it’s your turn, kids. More yuletide filth in the comments box below, or I’ll have nothing to open on Christmas morning.