Simping for Christmas

You sink into the armchair by the flickering fireplace, the notebook open on your thighs, your husband's handwriting pulling you in immediately. His entry—"Santa Uses a Little Nail"—is pure filth, exactly what you crave. He describes stumbling home as Santa, suit stained with elf cum, thighs sticky, only to find you waiting like a wicked Mrs. Claus.

You read how you mock his pathetic little cock, barely five inches and thin as a candy cane, laughing as you stroke it with two fingers, calling it "Santa's sad little nail" that couldn't hammer a pussy properly.

The humiliation drips from every word: you smearing thick elf loads over his twitching shaft as lube, forcing him to eat your gaping, ruined cunt while denying him real penetration, teasing how loose and sloppy you are now—his tiny thrusts lost in the creamy mess left by real men. He begs to cum inside, and you let him, only to push out the mixed loads and giggle at how his weak spurts are invisible next to the elves' thick ropes.

"Pathetic cuck Santa," you whisper aloud, your nipples hardening under your sweater as you grind against the seam of your jeans, cumming hard with fingers pressed to your clit, imagining him edging furiously while writing it, blowing his load twice just from the shame.

Flushed and aching, you notice the USB drive clipped to the page, labeled "Reindeer Games—for my dirty wife." You plug it in, hitting play with trembling excitement. The video fills the screen: a busty blonde slut with massive tits spilling out of a tiny reindeer-themed lingerie set—antlers on her head, jingle bells clamped to her hard nipples and clit, tinkling with every movement. She's on all fours in a festive barn set, surrounded by a gang of muscular men dressed as naughty elves in tight green outfits, cocks bulging.

"Time for reindeer games, boys," she moans throatily, shaking her ass as the first elf grabs her hips and slams his huge dick balls-deep into her dripping pussy. The bells jingle wildly as he pounds her, her tits bouncing, drool spilling from her lips as she begs, "Fuck me harder—breed this horny reindeer!"

One by one, they take her—double penetration, her ass and cunt stretched around two massive cocks while she sucks a third, gagging and slurping, cum dripping from every hole. They rotate, **** her with dick, slapping her jiggling tits until the bells ring like crazy, filling her mouth, pussy, and ass with load after load until she's a glazed, quivering mess, scooping cum from her gaped holes and licking it up while moaning, "More... Mrs. Claus needs the whole workshop!" The camera zooms on her ruined, leaking body as the elves high-five, leaving her spent and covered. Your husband must've jerked off endlessly picking this—knowing it'd make you picture yourself as that bell-ringing fucktoy, humiliated and loving it.Your cunt is throbbing, soaked through your panties.

That filthy gangbang video, paired with his SPH entry... fuck, he knows how to push your buttons. You need to top it—make him ache. Grabbing the notebook, you start writing your response, words pouring out in a rush of heat.Elf Workshop Overload: Mrs. Claus Takes the Whole Damn LineYou trudge back to the workshop after deliveries, your Santa suit disheveled, that familiar tiny bulge in your red pants already twitching with anticipation and dread. The elves have been "working late" again—my orders.

You push open the doors, and the sight hits you like a gut punch: me, your busty Mrs. Claus, bent over the toy assembly line in nothing but thigh-high stockings, a Santa hat, and those jingling bell nipple clamps that tinkle with every breath. My huge tits sway heavy and free otherwise, ass up high, pussy already glistening. Around me?

The entire elf crew—dozens of them, all stripped down, their massive cocks rock-hard and veiny, ranging from 9 to 12 inches, thick as wrists, pre-cum dripping from flared heads. They're oiled up, grinning wickedly, stroking themselves as they queue up like it's the naughtiest assembly line ever."Welcome home, Santa," I purr, looking back at you with lust-glazed eyes. "The boys finished the toys early... now they're gonna stuff your wife instead." You freeze, your little cock straining pathetically as the head elf—tall, ripped, with a dick like a Yule log—grabs my hips and rams into my soaked cunt without warning. I scream in bliss, bells jingling frantically as he bottoms out, stretching me wide.

"Fuck yes! So big—hitting spots your tiny prick couldn't dream of!" He pounds me mercilessly, my tits slapping against the workbench, juices squirting with every thrust.You sink into a corner chair, unzipping like the good cuck you are, pulling out your sad little helper—barely hard enough to stroke properly.

The elves laugh, deep and mocking. "Look at Santa's mini nail," one sneers. "No wonder Mrs. Claus needs the whole workshop." They line up, taking turns destroying me. The next elf flips me onto my back on the table, legs spread eagle, slamming into my pussy while two more **** their cocks into my mouth—double oral, **** me on elf meat as I gag and slobber, drool and pre-cum stringing from my lips. "Mmmph—breed me!" I mumble around them, cumming hard as the one in my cunt unloads, thick ropes flooding my womb.

It escalates fast—dirtier than you can handle. They double-penetrate my pussy first, two massive cocks grinding together inside me, stretching my lips obscenely around them. I howl, squirting everywhere, bells ringing like alarms as they alternate thrusts, filling me to overflowing. Then my ass: one huge dick forces in dry at first, making me yelp before lubing with cum, soon joined by another for brutal DP in my holes. I'm a ragdoll, tits mauled, nipples pinched around those jingling clamps until I beg for more pain.

"Harder—ruin me for that pathetic cuck over there!"They use every inch of me. Triple penetration—cunt, ass, and throat stuffed full, my body rocking as they coordinate, turning me into a cum-dumpster. Elves titfuck my massive breasts, slapping their cocks on my face, painting me early with ropes across my cheeks and tongue. One shoves bells up my ass like anal beads, jingling inside as he's replaced by real dick. I lose count of orgasms, screaming obscenities: "Your wife's a size queen whore now—Santa's little dick is a joke!"

Cum leaks from everywhere—pussy gaping wide, ass prolapsing slightly from the ****, mouth overflowing as I swallow load after load but still get bukkake facials.You're a mess in the corner, humping your hand frantically, tears of humiliation mixing with pre-cum as they point and laugh. "Edge for us, tiny Santa—don't cum yet." Finally, they hoist me up, legs wrapped around the biggest elf as he impales me standing, others holding me for a full gangbang suspension—cocks rotating in every hole, hands everywhere, pinching, spanking, ****.When they're done, I'm lowered to the floor in a puddle of mixed elf cum, body twitching, holes ruined and leaking rivers of thick white seed.

"Your turn, baby," I gasp, crawling to you on shaky knees. You crawl forward desperately, sliding your pathetic little cock into my destroyed pussy—zero friction, just sloppy warmth. "Feel that? You're fucking a cream-filled sleeve. Those real men turned me into a loose cumrag." I clench weakly around you, laughing breathlessly. "Cum quick, cuck—add your watery drop to the ocean."You explode instantly, your weak load vanishing in the mess.

As cleanup, they make you lick it all—tongue deep in my gaped ass and cunt, scooping elf cum from my folds while they piss light streams on us for extra degradation, marking their territory. I moan the whole time, fingering myself to one last orgasm on your humiliated face.Merry fucking Christmas, my small-dicked Santa. The workshop's open all year—dream of joining as the fluffer next time. Your turn to make me squirt reading it.