Page 7 of Christmas Desires

“I don’t think you’re quite ready for him.” Simon pushed the blanket from me.

He lifted my cuffed hands to loop around his head, stretching out my muscles, then nudged his face next to mine inside the cage of my arms. This action arched my back, thrusting out my chest. My fingers came to rest in his hair, and the electric sensations underneath my skin started up again. He lifted my legs to curl over his and then shoved the net top high above my breasts. He was offering me up like a buffet, exposed to Gene’s gaze, all while the steel rod of his erection pressed into my butt.

Gene lazily pushed down his trousers. His impressive cock sprang out from a thatch of dark curls. Simon’s fingers ghostedover my throat, securing me against him. His other hand skimmed down my breasts and rib cage down to my pussy.

“You’re so responsive. So wet for us. Such a good girl,” he whispered in my ear as I shivered, my eyes locked on Gene’s cock as he lazily pumped it, still wearing those black gloves.

“I need to get you ready to take Santa’s big cock.” He circled my overly sensitive clit, and I writhed against him,

The hand at my throat tightened, briefly cutting off my air. “Stay still.”

A thrill pulsed through me, and his hand relaxed. I sucked in a breath. Simon’s fingers worked tortuously, circling my clit and then dipping down to my drenched entrance.

“Imagine what he’s going to feel like inside you. This tight little cunt is going to be ruined by Santa’s massive cock.”

He continued the filthy commentary about Santa ruining my pussy, and once again, I was dangling on the precipice of an orgasm. Simon’s hand withdrew.

“Please,” I sobbed.

Simon folded my arms down and grabbed my waist, standing me on unsteady feet. “Go to him now.”

I stumbled forward, my cuffed hands in front of me, a flush dotting my upper body.

“Stop,” Gene commanded as I drew level with him. “Turn.”

I rotated, looking back at Simon. His gaze trailed over me, and I yelped as Gene pinched my tender buttock.

“Such a pretty colour,” he said.

A fine layer of sweat coated my body and made me shiver in the cool air. Gene caught my hips and pulled me back towards him, slotting his legs between mine, making me straddle him. He guided me to kneel on the edge of the couch facing away from him and brought me down onto his sheathed cock. The stretch was delicious, and I shuddered as my wetness aided my descent. I balanced forward with my cuffed hands on his legs. Ink randown one thigh, forming colourful patterns and depictions of genies that disappeared beneath his carelessly pushed-down Santa trousers. I raised my gaze and looked at Simon, who had got naked while Gene was impaling me. His dick was thick, and his body was lean and athletic.

“Look at you, dirty girl, sitting on Santa’s cock.” He strutted forward.

My pussy clenched around Gene.

“You’d look better with your hands cuffed behind your back, but we’re easing you in.” Simon cupped my face.

My whole body buzzed as my breath panted in and out.

“Santa is going to fuck you now, and I’m going to use that bratty mouth. Put your hands here and tap my leg three times if you need us to stop. Show me now.”

Frustration welled inside me. I didn’t want to demonstrate my nonverbal safe word; I was buzzing with the need to come. Simon must have read that on my face because his expression hardened.

“Do we need to stop?” he asked.

“No.” I put my cuffed hands on his thigh and tapped three times.

“Good girl.”

I shivered again.

“She loves that. So responsive,” Gene said. “Suck his cock while I fuck you.”

He thrust up into me, although it was more of a grind in this position, and it nudged me toward Simon, who smeared pre cum across my cheek and then held himself at my lips. I licked the salty flavour off him.

“Open,” he commanded, and I took him into my mouth.

I sank into myself, surrendering to the sensation of being caught between them. Gene framed my back, fucking up into me almost lazily. Simon gathered my hair into a fist, and theysettled into a rhythm. I steadied myself, but I was just a rag doll, mashed between them as Gene ground into me from below and Simon fucked my throat. I gagged, and my eyes watered. They overwhelmed my thought process, pinning me and using me.

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