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Thursday, December 27. 2007
| Happy Holidays everyone, and I'd like to tell you all about the time I gagged Mrs. Clause with my cock until she puked all over my floor. She wasn't the real Mrs. Clause because we all know that fat fuck St. Nick doesn't exist (sorry to ruin the surprise, kids); she was actually some single mom earning 7 bucks an hour working at the local mall impersonating Mrs. Clause in one of those "Meet Santa" setups. I was in the food court chowin' down on a burger when she caught my eye. |  |
| It had been a while since I tied the happy holidays into my whore destroying... I think the last time I did I busted a nut in a rabbi's wife's ass during Hannukah... so I figured it was the right time to get my yule log wet for some Christmas fun. I walked over to her, all pimp like of course, and struck a conversation when she went on break. She said her name was Chloe... and some other shit. I really wasn't paying attention because I was too busy daydreaming about choking her throat, fucking her ass raw, and then spilling a snowstorm of cum on her stupid face. |  |
| I asked her if we could go to her place to "have a drink and get to know each other better." That's innuendo for "I'm going to violently degrade you by dislodging your rectum with a mighty assfucking, but only after I drill my dick into your esophagus." She said her kid was over at her girlfriend's house and she was looking forward to it. I giggled inside my head because I could see the glimpse of hope in this woman's eyes that she found "that guy" who would be accepting of her single mom status, who would love her and her son, who would want to start a family together, and who wouldn't leave her with a black and blue throat, a sore anus, and a face glued shut with cum. She was wrong. But disappointment is a gift that keeps on giving, and I was about to give her the longest lasting Christmas gift she'll ever receive. |  |
| It didn't take me very long to get Chloe in the mood. A little bit of cheap Thunderbird wine, a few kind words whispered into her ear, and she was tugging on my dick. I stood up and asked her to "suck my dick" but when she opened her mouth I thrusted it into the back of her throat and held it there as her arms flailed about and she began to gag. Surprisingly she didn't complain about the facefucking, and she didn't try to pull her head off my crotch. I guess she was used to this kind of treatment from her ex-hubby. That's probably why she left him in the first place. The holidays are all about fond memories so I become Chloe's Ghost of Throatfuckings Past. |  |
| She stared up at me with those hazel eyes while I continued to press my dick and out of her throat until she started to puke all over the floor. With her stomach emptied, her eyes bloodshot, and her voice raspy, I made her lean against the couch and spread her asscheeks as I quickly buried my cock balls-deep into her asshole. She let out a soft whimper as I stretched out and hammered her tight backside but for the most part she was quiet, submissive, and broken. I fucked her hard until my balls were sore from slapping against her pussy and when I was ready to shoot my load I pulled her around, pushed her onto the couch, and jerked my goo all over her sad face. After wishing her a Merry Christmas, I bounced the fuck up outta there and left the dumb cunt with a big mess to clean. That, my loyal readers, is the true holiday spirit. But then again, I'm an atheist. |  |
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