Christmas Special Day 6

On the sixth day of Christmas, you have the house to yourself for the afternoon. Daddy said he'd give you the gift of space today. Yesterday had been rough on your body, and you are still craving piss in the aftermath. Why are you such a depraved girl? Why can't you have more **** of will? You take a shower to clear the fog, which is why you don't hear the strange car pull into the garage or the mall Santas slam doors as they go inside.

When you open the shower curtain and reach for the towel, you see a bearded man in a red Santa suit checking out your nude 18 year old body. "Santa?" you ask. He grabs you by the arm and drags you wet and naked to your bedroom, where there's another four men in Santa suits sitting on your bed, along with a 3 foot woman in an elf costume. There are two rucksacks full of dollar bills on the floor. One of them looks stained, like an explosive dye pack went off inside it.

"Bert, remember when I overheard that chump say that his teenage daughter was all alone at his house today, right before I stole his wallet? Guess what!"

"Devin, never mind that. I still can't believe you let the fucking dye pack slip inside the money bag. What's the point of robbing a bank if you lose half the money?"

"The point is that they'll never catch us, Bert. It's Christmas! There's a billion mall Santas out there. We all look the same. We still have half the money. They are not going to look inside this fucking suburban house while we go to ground, and I've caught us some teenage pussy to pass the time. Ross, Matt, Felix, let's have us a little fun."

"Fuckin' A!"

The 3 foot tall woman in the elf costume stands up. "If you want a little fun, why the fuck don't you fuck me again, Devin?"

"Shut the fuck up, Griselda."

You care about the five big men in Santa suits a lot more than about the elf. The brain fog is making it hard to think, but increasingly there's only one thing you need. You fall to your knees on the round pink rug in your bedroom and beg. "Please piss in my mouth! I'll do anything!"

Bert, Devin, and the other men exchange meaningful glances. They know you are an addict. You've given away the game. You are begging naked on your bedroom floor for these home invaders to do unspeakable things to you. You open your mouth and close your eyes.

"Fuckin' A, man," Devin says. He pulls out his dick out of the red Santa pants and starts pissing in your mouth. You gargle and swallow. The warm glow suffuses your body. You want them to hurt you bad. A couple more streams later, it's the only thing you want.

Bert grabs your bedside table, pushes off your lamp and jewellery box which smash to pieces on your bedroom floor, and then throws you over it. You are naked and still wet from the shower. Your pussy and ass hang off one side of the table, and your face and tits hang off the other. The bedside table is sharp underneath you, but you like it. You crave the ****.

Bert's hard already. He shoves his cock in your mouth and down your willing throat. You have no gag reflex, so you just moan. In the meantime, Devin is smacking your pert ass. "Man, you would not believe how few 18 year old hoes I get to fuck as a mall Santa. That should be part of the job. If you say Ho Ho Ho all day, you fuck hoe hoe hoes all night."

"Amen! It's the only thing these sluts want for Christmas. Basic common sense, man."

"Come the fuck on! You all fucked me before the job, fuckfaces. I rimmed all of you for the bank job. What's wrong with my holes?" Griselda looks pissed.

"Fuck off, Griselda."

Devin pulls a fistful of candy cane out of his pocket and shoves it inside your shaved 18 year old pussy. The mint from the candy cane tingles. He then shoves his own cock up your tight ass. Bert and Devin high five over the head as they pick up the pace, Bert fucking your throat, Devin fucking your ass. You moan through the spitroast.

"Guys, check this out," Griselda says. She's holding up your dusty old ear-piercing kit in her white elf glove. "If you want to play with the teen hoe, we can bedazzle the Christmas out of her!"

"Fuckin' A!" Bert grunts as he fucks your throat. "That's the spirit, you useless elf whore! Show the dumb teen the true meaning of the season!"

Your perky tits are swinging as Bert and Devin spitroast you, but Griselda doesn't seem too concerned with safety or sanity. The elf girl hates you, and the Santas don't give too much of a fuck either. After all, you are just a piss-addicted painslut they found in a home invasion. She twists your left nipple into the cheap ear-piercing kit and punches through it with the needle. It hurts like a motherfucker, but you are lost in the moment. You've taken a surprising amount of **** from a lot of guys getting your medicine, and you know how not bite one cock feeding you precious cum no matter how much it hurts. You concentrate on the spitroast as Griselda hangs a Christmas ball decoration from your freshly pierced nipple.

She goes around to your right side and uses the cheap piercing tool to punch through your right nipple. The cruel elf bitch lights up a Christmas sparkler and pushes it through the new hole. In the meantime, Bert feeds you a load. A few fresh IQ points seep in and you think about applying some saline and disinfectant to your new piercings once you get out of this. If you get out of this. Christmas has more days, right?

Devin upgrades from your ass to your mouth, making you taste the flavour of your own ass. He wraps a string of Christmas lights around your throat, tightening it like a choker to get extra sensation as he fucks your throat. You can't breathe, but your painslut brain knows your throat is not for breathing -- it's for milking cocks.

You get a momentary breather before you scream again. Matt and Ross are both forcing their cocks up your ass at the same time. With each thrust, the decorations hanging from your freshly pierced nipples swing, aching in a way that's delicious in your painslut state. The sparkler has burnt out, singing your titflesh.

While Matt and Ross are double penetrating your asshole, Felix takes a turn fucking your face. He also uses the string of festive lights to **** you, making your throat and ass extra tight for all the Santas using you.

You are too busy getting gangbanged to notice Griselda pissing in a gift bag in front of you. Once your face is free of Santa cock for a minute or two, she seizes her chance and wraps the bag around your head. Her piss is all around you, in your hair, in your face. You are breathing it, snorting it, drinking it. It tastes so right, but you pass out just as the Matt and Ross deposit another load cum in your ass.

You wake up to Devin bitchslapping your face. Your throat is raw and red from the Christmas light choker. The festive decorations are jiggling in your freshly pierced tits, and your pussy is minty fresh from the candy cane. One of the Santa's has written a festive message on your ass with your own lipstick: Ho H❄️ Ho. The middle o is your tight teen asshole. "Man, 18 year old pussy can take a lot of fun."

"Fuckin' A!" The other Santas are sitting around on your bed, having a few beers. Griselda's nowhere in sight. Even after passing out, your youthful brain is working at its peak. You are the first to notice that the other thing that's nowhere in sight is the bag of money.

Devin picks up on it eventually ."Wait, where's the fuck is our money?"

You hear the garage door open below and tires squeal. The five mall Santas rush out of your bedroom in a futile chase after the 3 foot tall elf bitch that double crossed them. They leave you sprawled naked across your pink bedside table. Santa cum is leaking out of your gangbanged ass. You fantasize about Daddy finding you like this and punishing you for being a bad, bad girl.

One the Fifth Day of Christmas, my Daddy gave to me:
Six Gangs A' Bangin'
Five Golden Showers,
Four Cumming Bros,
Three Friends Head,
Two Titty Fucks and,
A Cumshot in the pussy.