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Random Sex Stories(R18+)

Disclaimer: This Book is Full of erotic fiction aka smutty porn. I do not own or claim ownership of or make any profit off of any of the characters or other elements contained within the Chapters. This book is intended for adult readers only and contains graphic adult content and strong language. If such material offends you then please do not continue. Some may be to your taste, but some may not. This is the Non-Anime/Comics Version which is composed of Original Stories. Check the other version by searching it up. It's called "Some Random Smut Stories(R18+)" I'll credit the creators of their own stories. (I'll try because sometimes I don't know the original creator of the work.) I'm doing this for my own entertainment ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) I recommend this for Cultured Individuals, Not Every Chapter is Vanilla and Wholesome. This Book has a lot to offer for different kinks and fetishes. (no yaoi and other disgusting stuff, but they may be NTR in some of the Chapters.) These are Mostly One-shot Smuts, but there are other stories with parts too. Every One-Shot is stories of its own. Pick your Reliever :D This book is R18+ only I don't own the cover of this book. I don't own the stories in this book. Please do point out if there's an error in a chapter, I'll try to fix them. Cover sauce: Ishtar from the Fate series And all of this is fiction :) !!!Good luck on your journey through this book!!! ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

EmptyLogic · Fantasy
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65 Chs

The Naughty List Part 2

Author: PervasiveReads

Description: Christmas may only come once a year, but it sure doesn't apply to those on the naughty list. Normally it is Mrs. Claus that takes care of this list, but this year it is her daughter that gets to. She ought to do a good job of it since she has had plenty of practice with the reindeer.

As Pearl leaves the room for the bathroom, neither Albert nor Mrs. Claus say anything. The older woman quickly repositions herself, looking down at the reindeer as she plants her knees on either side of his head. She locks his arms in place and shifts her hips so that his vision is dominated by her thighs and the mouth-watering sight of her naked pussy. Nothing has been said since Pearl left the room, and quite frankly there is nothing that need to be said. It is clear—noticeably clear—what the woman wants. Albert knows that his is not going to be freed before she is satisfied either. The reindeer is only happy to give it to her, to submit to her will.

Mrs. Claus looks down at the reindeer expectantly. He begins by softly kissing her silky thighs before using his lips to explore her prominent folds. She gives a small moan of approval and then she runs a hand through the fur on his head as he begins to lick her with long, lingering strokes of his licker. When her hips start to undulate, it becomes clear that this is going to be solely about her pleasure, that he is here to serve and that he should not expect anything until she achieves it.

The older woman leans back, moving her arms behind her arched back where she plants her hands on his furry chest. She then slowly eases her hips back and forth, allowing her to control the pace. She rubs the full length of her slick snatch along his outstretched mouth muscle. Then she pauses, using two fingers to spread her puffy pussy lips, giving the reindeer a closeup view of her glossy pink inner folds. He can smell her candy cane fragrance as he hungrily laps at the wetness that has collected there while she runs her fingers through his fur. Albert just sucks and licks on her juicy folds. Mrs. Claus is moaning loudly now as she grinds herself against his eager mouth. The fur around his mouth feels sticky, coated with her sweet juices as if he is gorging himself on a slice of melon without using his hands.

The reindeer laps at her patiently, letting her control the pace. Her voice rises and falls, clearly wanting to ensure that her daughter in the shower hears her. Soon she is moaning more urgently, arching her back exposing the long curve of her neck as she sweeps a hand through her thick white hair. Her chest is heaving. Albert tries to suck those thick cunt lips into his mouth, caressing them with his mouth muscle. He licks deep within her folds just as she begins teasing her clit with a wet fingertip. The reindeer tries different techniques, licking over her wet entrance before stiffening his tongue to force it inside her tight, little hole while she moans throatily. Then he is quickly moving his head from side to side. His licker flicks over those inflamed folds as her cruel fingers tug painfully at his antlers.

"Yes! Right there, right there!" she demands, her voice sounding hoarse and breathless. She pulls his mouth tight against her by his antlers as she humps his face, leaving him to fight for air. Her body is tense now, and her breath is coming in short, staccato gasps. She grinds against him with her body demanding a satisfying conclusion, chasing her release. There is a brief moment of stillness—the calm before the storm—as she presses hard. Her muscles strain. Her body is as taut as a bow string. Her breath catches in her throat and then she is there. "Yes! Fuck yes!" she squeals happily. Her body jerks wildly to the fierce orgasm.

Albert shares a little of her elation as she grinds herself against his face, riding the warm waves of pleasure. He lies still, softly kissing her warm thighs when she collapses forward, and he feels her limp body shuddering with little electric pulses of the aftershocks that follow.

When she finally eases back, Albert sucks in gulps of fresh, moist air as she tenderly uses her fingers to comb his fur. He starts to sit up, hoping that he will finally get to savor the feel of that lovely wet pussy that he has been pleasuring. Mrs. Claus places a hand on his chest, gently yet firmly pushing him back against the damp sheets. "Where are you going? I haven't finished with you yet," she says, her lips curling into a playful smiles when she rolls off him to one side. Repositioning his hands back up over his head, Albert moans when he feels her fingers tracing lines over the firm muscles lying beneath his furry chest.

His breath catches in his throat as she begins to stroke his neglected cock. They both watch as it starts to uncurl, straightening and stiffening when she coaxes it to life with her soft fingers. With her free hand, Mrs. Claus reaches under a pillow to pull out a tube of lubricant. He knows of its existence because he and Pearl occasionally uses it. She squirts a generous dollop onto the swollen head, and it feels cool against the hot flesh. Albert watches helplessly as she slowly spreads it along his pulsing shaft, massaging it into his turgid erection until the entire shaft glistens wetly. Again, she seems content to take her time, stroking him slowly with her fingers slipping and sliding all the way up from the reindeer's balls to the bulbous head at the tip of his prick. Perhaps the older Claus is just simply enjoying the sight of Albert bound and at her mercy. Perhaps she is just enjoying the feel of his hardness throbbing eagerly beneath the lightest of touches.

Albert groans. His hips wiggle impatiently as she squeezes the thick tip. Her thumb gently strokes that sensitive spot on the underside as she looks up at her victim, examining his face. Being around reindeer for a good portion of her life, Mrs. Claus knows what she is looking for, what she expects to see. She goes back to that steady rhythm that leaves him wanting more as his breathing quickens. Albert opens his mouth to bit his lip. He wants to tell her to go faster, but he suspects that if he does, she will just stop completely.

"Got something to say?" she asks as she changes rhythm. She is now just stroking the top portion of his member now with short, little strokes that leave him gasping feverishly. His hands strain against the sheets. Albert shakes his head, not falling into her trap. Mrs. Claus rewards him with a grin as she sits up and swings a leg across the reindeers' straining thighs. "That's good, because this is all about my pleasure, yeah?" she asks rhetorically, wiggling into position. His aching cock squeezes between her wet pussy and the lean muscle of his belly. "You understand that, right?"

Albert's mouth is suddenly dry. He can only nod as she plants her hands on his chest. Her fingers look pale and slender against his dark brown fur when she slowly begins to move her hips back and forth. Her well-lubricated cunt grinds against his member in a way that makes them both groan as they enjoy the delicious friction between their hot bodies. She looks down at the reindeer with those piercing eyes as she begins to gyrate now, slowly massaging his hardness. Albert moans. His stomach muscles now straining and forming hard ridges beneath his fur. He presses his prick against her silky wetness.

"Fuck…you're so lovely and hard," Mrs. Claus murmurs, leaning forward to run her fingers over his biceps. She presses them firmly into the mattress next to his ears before she cups his chin, brushing her lips against his. "I bet you'd like to fuck me now, yeah?"

"Yes…" he gasps through dry lips.

"Say it then," she teases.

The reindeer feels a hot jolt of pleasure as she changes angle to make small movements with her hip so that she is rubbing the top portion of his sensitive erection. "Please fuck me," he replies. "Please…"

The older Claus grins and shifts positions. Albert strains his neck to watch as she places a foot on the bed to half kneel in order to place her glistening pussy just above the tip of his straining reindeer prick. He can only watch when she wraps her fingers around the inflamed tool and slowly ease herself lower, rubbing the blunt tip against her plump pussy lips before impaling herself upon him. She is tight and yet very slippery and wet. He continues to watch as she bites her lip, if only to partially suppress a mewl of half pain, half pleasure while her soft folds gradually part to envelope his straining hardness. Unlike her daughter, Mrs. Claus doesn't actively fuck any of the reindeer anymore. And perhaps that is a shame.

"Fuck," she hisses as she eases herself downward. Albert feels her cunt squeezing his sturdy prick, almost painfully tight at first before easing as she moves up and down a little. Her juices mix with the lubricant when she rocks back and forth, seemingly unsatisfied until she has all of him. Albert can only lie back with his breathing becoming hot and raspy. He savors the grip of her velvety pussy caressing his pulsing thickness. He still watches as she begins to fuck him with her face twisted in pleasure while she takes it a little deeper with each and every stroke that follows. Eventually the reindeer fully penetrates her, leaving him in a state of groaning contently, feeling her cunt massaging all of him at once. He is so aroused by the sight of her naked body writhing above him. He soon feels his cock swelling within her tight embrace.

"Yes," Albert grunts as she begins to move a little faster. Those gorgeously full breasts sway rhythmically as she starts to bounce up and down now. She leans back, cupping one of those luscious breasts before plucking a plump nipple between two fingers.

"You like this, yeah?" she asks, a little breathless when she leans forward to slide a hand along the reindeer's chin to twist his face until he cannot avoid her eyes. "Do you like me fucking you?"

"Yes," he gasps, his voice sounding hoarse when she bounces on his straining cock with ever delicious stroke drawing him a little closer to release.

Her teasing makes him desperate for that release. Mrs. Claus bounces up and down energetically. Her increasingly loud moans are not just for him, but her daughter. Both of them know that Pearl can hear them loud and clear and that she is in the shower, right now masturbating.

"Don't cum yet," the older Claus says, her voice ragged. "Pearl should be finishing up and we want her to see this."

"We do?" Albert questions.

"Yes," she affirms with a nod.

The reindeer closes his eyes and tries his best to stave off his tortuously pending release.

"Yes, yes…fuck yes…" she cries, her voice tense as she fucks the helpless animal harder now. Her hands press firmly against his furry chest. Her eyes squeeze shut as her hips grind harder and harder. The woman squeals when she climaxes. Her muscles tense. Her body trembles.

The feeling of her tight pussy contracting around his turgid member is enough to send Albert over the edge too. He cries out joyfully as he feels his balls contract. His cum surges along his steely shaft to spill deep inside the woman. And after the fierce heat dies, he feels infused with a lovely warmth that washes away all this afternoon's stresses. The reindeer feels exhausted, spent and empty.

"Isn't he a good boy?" Mrs. Claus asks her daughter.

"You didn't have to kill him," Pearl complains.

"Oh, he's not dead, dear," the woman says, sitting up on the edge of the bed. "Afterall, you're going to need a companion tonight."

Pearl frowns and asks, "Are you sure I'm ready for this?"

"Of course you are, dear," her mother answers soothingly, taking hold of the girl's hand. "You're fifteen this year. I was barely older than you when I began helping your father."

"Yeah, that's with the regular gifts, not the naughty ones," she argues.

"That's true," Mrs. Claus admits. "The naughty list program didn't start for several years after.

"This is big," Pearl continues the argument.

"It was big the first time I did it."

"Yeah, but you're…well, you're you."

"And that makes a difference how?" the woman presses.

Pearl shrugs. "Daddy has only taken me on trips or let me play with the sleigh in the yard."

"That is why you will have Albert here with you," her mother reminds her. "Should anything happen, you won't be alone. Should anything happen I can get in a sleigh and meet up with you."

"Has anything ever gone wrong?"

"Not with me or your father," she reassures the girl. "Push these thoughts aside. I promise after tonight you're going to wish that Christmas came ore than once a year."

Pearl glances over at the bed where Albert is lying. She bites her lower lip and grins. Looking back at her mother she says, "Fuck, I hope so."