This is just a little fun holiday cheer. Nothing is real unless you allow the mind to create it.

I had turned 18 and had my first job. Well, it wasn’t a paying job, but I was an intern in a doctor’s office. Since my original goal in life had been to be a Physician, it was only fitting. Old Doc Johnson had been the one to deliver half the people in town, and he was a notorious womanizer. He even delivered me.

The office party took place at a local party event place, but this should have happened in a smut den, to be honest. Ordinary people who work 9-5 in suits and ties lost their minds that night. As an 18-year-old girl who had spent most of her time studying for college exams, I couldn’t believe my eyes. These people go crazy when you add alcohol.

My cup filled with a little holiday cheer snuck in, of course. One of the older nurses loves me, and she takes care of her little one. That’s what she called me—little one.

I wore a simple black skirt, a festive red sweater, and some black heels. I was still young and a little naive at this point, well, not after this party.

“Gypsy, honey, come and meet the mayor. He saw you from across the room and wanted to say hello to you.”

I shook his hand and realized at that moment. I had made a new friend. One who could do things for me that were beyond imaginable for a kid like me. This is the night I realized how crooked a city official was. I realized that they were the most perverted Men on the planet too.

Filling my glass over and over again, I was a little dizzy, but I know that I saw the Doctor dressed like Santa. He had my favorite nurse bent over a table, and that was a detailed internal exam. His cock was the instrument of choice.

He fucked her till his candy cane shot cream, and she screamed, “HOHOHO.”

The mayor was different, though. He asked me to go back to his room. He wanted to show me how to get my college paid for. Imagine coming from a middle-income family. They are struggling with your med school tuition, and a man offers you a lot of money. You do what you have to do to help your family out. I did things that disgusted me, but in the end, I got what I needed.

The room decorated in Christmas decor. Santa had me change the moment I walked in. I guess I was the one that fit the costume. An elf named Gypsy came out of that bedroom and stood before a grown man dressed as Father Christmas. Not Santa, but the old German version of St, Nick.

In his hand was a stick. That old walking stick that the mean Santa uses to punish the bad kids.

“Come here, little Gypsy. Have you been a good girl this year?”

Of course, I said no. I didn’t know what to say, to be honest. Santa made me lay across his lap, and he pulled my pants down, exposing my cheeks. Though he carried a stick, he used the hand on my cheeks.

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He swatted my ass till it was bright red. Rubbing over the flesh, I could feel from his hands, he never worked a day of hard labor in his life. They were silky smooth sort of a turn off for me to know that he was a paper pusher.

“Have you learned a lesson, my Dear?”

Shaking my head to the right, then the left, I knew it was better to say no. He didn’t want to know that three swats on my bare ass had cured me. What fun was that? He sent me back to the party with his number and a few hundred dollars in my hand. The next day and we would arrange for me to work in his office. Guess that was the day I realized that being a doctor wasn’t what I wanted. I could make so much more money being a little toy for a filthy old Man!

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One of my VIP’S asked me if any of my stories were real. I was 18 once. Does that tell you anything about this one?

Something Sexy

Pacing the floors of her home, she was bored out of her mind. At 18, she should be out partying with kids her age, but there was something different about this one. She needed things that a man her age could never provide. Maybe that’s why she preferred them all over 35 years of age. So much time has passed since she was with a man. She needed to know she could still get one for some reason. Well, if she wanted one. A few hours of fun was all she needed to get her mind to where she needed to be.

Thumbing through her phone, the name that stood out was that of a local strip club. One where eighteen was legal, and they had open stage night every Tuesday. Tonight, she would mindfuck someone stranger into oblivion. That was the goal, at least.

Two hours later, the five-foot-seven inch brunette found herself in the middle of the stage, searching for her victim. She would call him that because by no means would she fuck him tonight. Her pussy saved for a special guest, and there were no VIP’s in sight.

Being a stripper was not a goal, but a need.

Music blaring, she wore nothing but a pair of red panties, stockings with lace trim, and a thin ribbon around her neck. Though tied in a bow, she was no one’s gift tonight. One more item accented her outfit of choice. A pair of 4 inches spiked red stilettos. Not her normal expensive ones. These would serve one purpose tonight. They were for attention only.

In the center of the stage, a chair sat, waiting. Calling a guy in the front row on stage, she smirked when she noticed the bulge in his jeans. If that were any indication of what he was packing, it would take all she had not to give in to temptations. She pointed to the chair. No words were needed. Tonight she was going to use him for a prop in her little act of self-pleasure.

The music changed, the song was seductive and enticing. As she moved in for the kill, her hips swayed to the beat of the song, never missing a note. Stopping as she approached, her hands slid slowly up her sides, cupping her breasts’ underside in each palm. Not big, nor small, she was a perfect handful. As her tongue traced her bottom lip, she tightened the grip on her tits, pulling forward to grasp her perky nipples between her thumb and forefinger, twisting, yanking, and finally releasing them back with a bounce. She wouldn’t stop till the naturally pink buds changed to a constricted shade of red, her breath coming in shallow pants. The look on his face said it all. This man was mesmerized by the show in front of him.

“Fuck,” he growled.

No, there was no fucking tonight. Just a little tease. She loved being a tease, straddling the male’s lap, one leg on either side. A long grind would start the show. She slid a hand to the back of his neck, yanking his face forward, planting his lips between her tits. With a whisper, she held him there, grinning, “tongue fuck my tits!” Her head dropped back as he rolled his tongue up and down her cleavage, slapping him in the back of the head when he tried to attach to her nipple. “Do it again, and we’re done,” she warned.

Tonight was not his show. It was hers. Long licks over her freckled breast, she caught her bottom lip between her teeth for a satisfying approval. His dick strained in his pants as she pushed down repeatedly on the crotch of his pants. Her panties saturated now with her lust.

She yanked his head back once again, looking into his eyes, and her free hand forced three fingers into his mouth, fucking over his tongue with slender digits. “That’s a good boy. Get them nice and wet,” she whispered. Pulling her hand out, she smirked as the next place they landed was down her panties, fingers curled, and pushed into the tight walls of her gripping cunt. Slowly, her fingers pushed to break the invisible seal. A loud guttural moan came from deep within. Each slide of her fingers forced her to contract her walls around them. Juices were pouring out to soak the silk panties she wore, staining his pants with her filth.

Too bad he wasn’t one of her VIP’S

“Fuck, fuck my cunt,” she growled. The only one fucking her was her. Each time she pushed down on his hard dick, the jeans forced her fingers in deeper, stretching her walls as the liquid sloshed out and around the tips of her fingers.

His eyes widened, bucking his hips up to meet her growing demands, she screamed out as the first orgasm ripped through her body like waves of boiling lava. Each ripple was forcing her to cry like a wanton little whore. She was, though—a little whore who sought pleasure in only herself. VIP’S were the only ones worthy.

Satisfied, she pulled her fingers from her panties, forcing them down his throat. That was his payment for the night. He would be allowed to taste what he could never touch. It seems like a fair trade.

She slipped from his lap, laughing at the sight. He was covered in her orgasm and would be left wanting for his own. She would leave him to handle his problem on his own. Remember, there were no VIP’s here tonight.

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Shame on me for loving older men. Taboo play can be anything that the world does not understand. Family, age, race, or even species, but for me, I love when I get to play with someone I knows, Daddy.

My best friend has one of those Fathers that everyone wants to fuck. Tall, dark, handsome, and protective of all us girls. Even though were all grown up, he still calls to check on us all, and sends us gifts at the holidays. After I explained to him what I was now doing with my life, he shocked me with a confession.

“I KNOW IT’S TABOO, BUT I HAVE ALWAYS WANTED TO FUCK YOU!”

Stunned! He imagined being inside of me, and all my life I wanted to fuck this man. This was a fantasy that to be honest, had to happen. I set up a escort date for him, but of course, no charge. He would meet me at a hotel and when I opened the door, shock would over take him. He would come in and tell me to get dressed, but when his cock was hard, I would beg him to let me help.

“Please, your so hard. Let me get you off. Please!”

Best roleplay ever. I opened the door wearing nothing but a big red bow, and though this got planned out. He almost passed out. I would be a gift from me to him, and he would finally get a taste of that young pussy he always wanted. Never knew when I stayed the night that he would jerk off to me sleeping. If that happened and I walked in on it, I would of fucked him way back when.

My biggest secret is my love for older men.

Taboo temptress, I love when my dreams finally do become a reality. I never knew the passion he had for me back than, but I am making sure to let him relive each slumber party I ever attended. We have to keep this a secret from his daughter, but I know she would approve and want to join if she knew. Older men just turn me on.

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