1. The Gift That Keeps Giving Part1


    Date: 7/20/2017, Categories: Fantasy, Anal, Authoritarian, BDSM, Bestiality, Bisexual, Oral Sex / Blowjob, Body modification, BDSM, Cock & ball torture, Coercion, Consensual Sex, Death, Discipline, Domination / Submission, Straight Sex, Extreme, Female Domination, Gothic, Humiliation, Incest, Non-consensual sex, Prostitution, Rape, BDSM, Author: DracMorair, Source: sexstories.com

    SANTAS NAUGHTY HELPER I've never been one for presents. There's a little thing called the givers intent. Basically the intent is to not receive any thing in return for the item. This time of year used to be about giving thanks to all of life's gifts, now its bastardized with the commercial entity and Macy Day Parades big fat man. Ya think The Jolly Red is all into niceties yet not today as he walks in the Rose, a strip and escorting club which I happened to be sponsoring and working out of. Rubbing his white Faux Beard as he walks past the tables. His eyes linger upon me and I'm tempted to rip his throat out. Instead I smile sweetly perk my tail to cover my naughty bits for a bit of burlesque effect smiling sweetly over my tail. Did I mention I'm a wolf? "Hey Santa, spreading some good cheer to the naughty girls today?" biting my lip more for keeping my mouth shut than the effect it has below his big black golden buckled belt. "Why, my dear, you've been anything but naughty... " with a pretentious full laugh at the back of his throat, ".. in fact you've been quite the giver yourself." As he sits at my table. Kneeling at the end of the table I lean my muzzle over lifting my lips tempted to add some bloodstains to the lard ass'es white beard I whisper seductively, "Interested in giving a giver a memory that'll last a lifetime?" As his eyes dilate and hit the ceiling at whatever lustful thought goes through his head he actually surprises me by shaking his head, leans back and ...
    looks me directly in the eye, "That is if you can assist me with three little elves that have been very very naughty." My curiosity peaked, tail and ear twitching in response I sit back on my haunches and scoot my ass so I'm sitting on the table between his legs, "What have these elves done Nick?" As I raise a brow looking down my muzzle at him. Taking a breath and I didn't think Santa could blush through his rosy cheeks but I swear he did... I suppose anger can do that, "They made some naughty toys but they quote "malfuctioned" was the letter they left on her spread eagled corpse...." His knuckles white gripping his beard I thought he may pull it out," Mrs. Claus being the only female to test out such toys died, and I'm an old soul as you may well know and I've been tracking them for a couple decades and I finally found them in an establishment much like this one." Putting a finger to my snout I ponder it over, helping the fat man get even with the elves seemed worth a nice prize and something to give her a vacation for a few years from escorting even if it was his warehouse workers of adult toys that went overboard with his #1 novelty tester. Taking him by the hand as more patrons file in to enjoy the red lights prize I take him to the back room for lap dances. On the cushy black recliner slash couch that’s embroidered with rose vines I push him down in the seat and with anything but lust between the legs on my mind I say one word in almost a bark, “Speak.” His eyes still ...
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