Enjoy some kinky Christmas cheer...

Sometimes I write thoughtful erotica about the duality of love & desire. Sometimes I just write filthy stories for my fans. I'll let you decide which one this is: Don't Tell Mommy That I'm Sucking Daddy Claus!

Just in time for X-Mas, this taboo tale is about a barely legal girl who just wants daddy to stuff her stocking. They've been sending each other photos in secret, right under mommy's nose, but now Kaylee's looking for the real thing. On Christmas eve, she tells her father to dress up like Santa Claus so she can sit in his lap. He's been a good boy, too, and he deserves something that only a horny virgin can give. So what if she's not on birth control? This dirty teenager won't be satisfied until Daddy Claus gives her a pearly white Christmas.

Happy holidays, my dirty darlings. This book contains incest, teasing, dirty talk, naughty pictures, and an 18-year-old slut that just wants to carry daddy's seed. The book is 12,950 words and is currently available for 30% off at Smashwords!

EXCERPT:

Ten minutes later Cynthia and mom were pulling out of the driveway and daddy was shaking by the kitchen table. "Kay," he moaned. "I need it so bad. Will you bend over for me? Please?"

I gave him a coy shake of my curls. "No, daddy. Sit down. We need to talk."

With a nervous frown, he set his briefcase on the table and pulled out a chair. I draped my arms over his shoulders and rubbed my nose into his neck. "Cynthia and I were talking about when you used to dress up like Santa Claus for us. Do you remember that?"

He groaned and touched my cheek. "Yes... You were so happy."

"Mmm," I purred. "I believed in Santa, then. I thought he was so handsome. I developed some pretty naughty thoughts for Mr. Claus...some fantasies."

Daddy took my hand and pulled it to his nose. He inhaled deeply, his teeth biting into the flesh of my thumb. When he groaned, my heart hurt. I could see the rigid tent in his slacks and knew how badly he was hurting. "I've been thinking," I whispered, "how I never got to properly thank Santa for being so...giving."

Daddy pulled me into his lap. "Kaylee, baby, stop. I love it when you tease me but now, right now, I just can't take it."

I threaded my fingers through his dark hair. "Daddy?" I whispered. "Daddy, can I suck Santa's cock?"

He jerked in his seat. "What?"

"Shhh," I whispered. I ran my palms over his broad chest. I could feel the savage beating of his heart and the tension in his muscular thighs. I wiggled in his lap, flexing my ass to give him a sense of all that I had beneath my clothes (as if he hadn't already felt me up this morning). I curled my fingers around his neck. "Do you think Santa would like that?" I asked. "Don't you think Santa deserves that?"

My big, studly daddy shivered like the last autumn leaf on our Maple tree. But he didn't push me off and he didn't look away. He stared at me like I was a space alien, his hands hovering in the air, not knowing where to go.

I twisted in his lap. The chair creaked as I drew my left leg up and across his stomach, sliding it gracefully through the air, letting my skirt fall back into my lap and my bare toes glide across his chest. My soft skin brushed his right hand as my foot sailed down to the hardwood. Now I was straddling him, my toes just touching the kitchen floor. Slowly, I inched my way over his crotch.

"Unhh," he grunted. There was no one else in the house, so he let himself groan louder. He let his hands glide up my thighs and push the skirt back.

As he watched my cute little panties ride up his zipper, I told him again, "I want to give Santa a blowjob, daddy."
"Honey. You c-can't--"

I grabbed the back of the chair and ground my wet vagina over the growing lump in his pants. He threw his head back and squeezed his eyes shut. "You want it," I panted. My toes dug into the floor as I rocked in his lap. "You want me, daddy. Say it."

His fingernails dug deep half moons into my skin. "Baby. I want you."

I dug my own nails into the skin of his neck. This was the dirtiest thing I'd ever done and my clitoris was blazing like it was on fire. We moaned together as I pushed my weight down on his massive erection. "Mommy isn't fucking you, daddy."

"That's...that's our business."

"Is it?" I demanded. Oh, his cock was so hard. My soaked panties were squeezing the strip of cotton between my lips. My father spread the skin of my thighs to get a look at my pink, hairless vagina. "Touch it, daddy."

"That's against the rules."

"Fuck the rules."

Those were the magic words. They'd hardly left my lips when daddy lifted me onto the kitchen table. He slammed me down so hard I thought it would buckle and break. It squealed but it held. Then daddy pushed my skirt up my tummy to see what he'd done to me.

My panties were soaked and my skin glistened from my arousal. His rough palms skated over the wet on my inner thighs, smearing it and painting it onto my naked belly. He tugged my panties to the side and drew his fingers up my red and angry slit. "It's the prettiest pussy I've ever seen," he muttered.

I saw stars when his hungry mouth sealed over my vagina. My wet thighs slapped his ears and an earthquake ripped through my stomach. "Anh. Daddy," I gasped. His tongue, slippery as a demonic worm, ran up and down the cotton strip before he sucked it into his mouth. I grabbed at his head and bucked my pelvis hard into his face. He seized me by the ass and rolled his lips back and forth on my pussy.

"Give it to me," he demanded. "Give me that sweet little teenage cunt."

"All yours, daddy," I groaned. "And Santa can have even more..."

"Is that what you want, angel? You want Santa's big fucking cock in your mouth?"

His every word exploded against my clitoris with a puff of warm air. I squealed like a child and begged him to kiss me again. His lips played with me, nibbling and then using his teeth to graze me ever so lightly. "I'll put my hair in pigtails," I panted. "I'll wear my old pajamas..."

"Yes," he grunted. He used his fingers to peel my pink apart and suck the naughty juice out of my womb. "You're going to be such a good little girl for Santa."

"Yes!" I screamed. I was wild. I would have done anything for him then, bent over and barked like a dog, even allowed him to shove his fat cock into any one of my tight little holes. Daddy must have known, because he jerked my panties aside again, this time hard enough to tear the fabric, and his middle finger went rolling up my ass. "Where are you going, daddy?"

"Shhh. Just let daddy get a taste."

He had to wrap his arm over my belly to keep me from jerking too much. His finger felt so weird in my butt! But his tongue kept fucking my pussy and his nose kept tickling my clit. It was overwhelming, being held down and devoured like that, and soon I was gushing over daddy's hungry tongue. "Keep doing that," I moaned. "Keep fingering me, daddy. I won't tell mommy. I promise."

He lapped up my arousal in long, drawn out strokes, using the flat of his tongue to cover as much of my vulva as he could. "You taste like fucking candy," he growled.

"That's my lotion," I panted. "I want to look my best for when I send you my dirty selfies."

"I love your dirty selfies." He peeled me open again to plunge his tongue as deep as he could stretch. "I even love your selfies online. The clean ones for everybody. I love your body, baby. How did I make such a pretty girl? It makes me so fucking hard."

"Show me," I demanded. "Show me how hard you are, daddy."