Page 105 of The Naughty List

I hand the next guy along his tinsel back with a kiss on the cheek and another shimmy, and then it’s on to mega hot guy. I’m ready with a flutter of my lashes as I run my fingers down his chest to his belt. I tease by hovering, and the other guys let out a fresh cheer.

Yeah, I’m performing well.

Rudolph acts like a playboy when I reach him. He buries his face in my cleavage and blows a raspberry like a fucking idiot, pretending to ram his cock against me as I laugh. Jackass. Kinda cute, though.

Then it’s average guy. He barely gets a look in before the crowd start chanting with a STRIP, STRIP, STRIP!

“Yeah! Dance for us, baby!” Rudolph shouts, and I hope he shuts up soon. He’s going to be a pain in the ass when we start playing around later. I only hope it’s literally.

STRIP, STRIP, STRIP! the chants continue.

The sexy confident face of Holly devours any reservations as I take my place by the Christmas tree and begin my strip routine. I’m driven by excitement as I pull my bodice loose and dance before the crowd in my bra, holding my tits up as a teaser for playtime. My skirt shimmy is faultless, and so is my spin as I drop and take hold of my ankles, giving the guys a full-on view of my ass in my lacy black thong.

More cheers. More tension. More sexy electric in the air as I unclip my stocking tops and cast the suspender belt away, kicking off my heels along with it.

I dance some more in bra and panties before I finally let my tits free. I clasp an arm tight across my chest as I twirl my bra above my head, and then launch it over to the crowd like a trophy. It’s Rudolph that catches it. He hangs it from one of his fake antlers like an idiot, but I ignore him. I ignore everything but the vibrant sense of want in the room, and the newfound confidence zipping right through me.

Fuck, how I let the rhythm free once I’ve unveiled my tits. I see the want in their eyes, burning me alive through the festivities. I soak up the pure, uninhibited horniness in the room as I drop my panties, roving my hands over my tits, my hips, my ass as I shimmy.

I imagine myself being taken by all the men in this room.

Eight guys who want to fuck me. EIGHT. It’s bizarre, but I don’t give a fuck who is who, or what they want to do to me. I’ll take it all like a hungry little bitch, and beg for more.

That’s who Holly is. WhoIam now. A hungry little bitch, desperate for as much as she can handle.

I know my strip show has been one hell of a success as I finish up, blowing kisses. The guys give me a full-on round of applause before Rudolph takes hold of my hand and leads me over to their makeshift bar, set up on one of the desks.

“Happy Christmas, Holly!”

I down a whisky and Coke along with them, and another on top for good measure, pouting like a good girl as they eye up my slutty naked body.

Why hold off any longer? I want it as much as they do.

“Come on,” I say, as I put my empty glass down. “Take whatever you want, guys. I’m here to serve.”

The mood changes in a flash of disco lights. This party is no longer about fun and Christmas tunes, and swigging back whisky. It’s about me – their filthy plaything.

“Do it, guys,” I say, and lean back against the desk. “Use me like your party whore. The clock is ticking, and your cocks are rocking.”

My humour dries up when I’m shoved down onto my knees, with cocks appearing all around me. Fuck, they were quick…

I take two cocks in my hands, working them as well as I can while Rudolph shoves his dick in my mouth, jamming deep. I’m so glad I’ve got five whole hours of this… I want to take them all. A five-star service for every single one of them…

The carpet is thin and rough against my skin when they lower me onto my back, their cocks straight back on offer to my hands and mouth as the guys drop to their knees around me. I’m busy looking up at Rudolph, choking around his cock when the first round of fingers slide inside me. I don’t have a clue who they belong to, and I don’t care. I spread my legs wide and rock my hips for more.

They can fill me up. Every single one of them. I fucking want it.

Someone slaps my tits, and a wet mouth feasts on my nipple. The fingers in my pussy switch out to fresh ones, and the cocks in my hands swap over as the guys shuffle.

I love every minute of it. Right here, I’m nothing but a plaything. An entertainer. A fucking slut.

“Fuck me, someone, please!” I shout as Rudolph pulls out of my mouth and grabs his balls, dangerously close to coming.

Oh, yes… I’m happy when I see who is ready to accept the invitation. I grin as one of the two brothers gets up close and ready to slide into my pussy. He’s long enough to bury deep… and God yes, so is his twin – kneeling over me to take Rudolph’s place in my mouth.

I can’t believe I’m having it so lucky – getting two brothers at once. Fantasies sometimes do come to life.

I’m being such a good girl on the naughty list as I roll over and get spit roasted by two dirty twins, begging them for more every chance that I get. They have me gagging, gasping, desperate… but unfortunately, they pull out before I manage to get them off, with other guys taking their places. Fuck, I’m getting needy. I want cum. Rounds and rounds of it.

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