Story: Christmas on Her Mind

Kori finished work for the year a week before Christmas, but with nothing to do and nowhere to go, she ended up spending almost the entire week browsing porn and masturbating.  She scrolled through image after image of fucking, sucking, teasing and pleasing, with her vibrator jammed hard against her clitoris, and let her brain turn off as she orgasmed, and orgasmed, and orgasmed. 

By the time Christmas Day arrived, and it was time for her to attend her family Christmas lunch at her parents’ place, she was suspecting she had made a mistake.  She had never spent so much time staring at porn so intently, and now images of nude sluts getting raped were popping into her head entirely unbidden.   

Every time she saw a woman, she mentally pictured what they’d look like naked and splattered with cum.   She pictured their cunt spread wide open and stuffed with a variety of objects.  Every time she saw a man, she pictured falling to her knees and letting him force his cock into her willing mouth. 

Her cunt was wet.  She willed it to stop, to behave, but even the most mundane objects were giving her perverted, erotic thoughts. 

It got worse at lunch.   Nearly twenty family members were gathered – parents, siblings, aunts, uncles, cousins, in-laws.  Kori hugged each one hello – and was excruciatingly aware that she was wet and aroused as she was doing it.  She was hugging her uncle while her cunt was wet.  She was hugging her cousin while her nipples were hard as diamonds.  And worse, a part of her didn’t care.  A part of her wanted to jump on each man, wrap her legs around his waist, and buck her groin against his cock.  A part of her wanted to tongue-kiss each woman and grope her tits and hump her leg. 

What was wrong with her?   What kind of slut was she? 

Everything was the start of an erotic thought.  She looked at the decorations on the Christmas tree – and pictured them hanging by clamps from her nipples and clitoris.  She looked at the food on the table – and pictured cooking it in the kitchen, nude except for an apron, as everyone watched.  She pictured serving it to them on her knees.   

At the exchange of presents, the strangest feeling came over her.  As she unwrapped the presents from each of her family members, Kori began to feel as if she were unwrapping herself – removing her clothes, baring her tits and cunt in front of everyone.  Every time she unwrapped a present, she blushed, and felt herself growing wetter.  She began to audibly gasp sluttily as she removed the last paper on each gift.   People were looking at her oddly. 

The last present was a tennis racquet.  Kori played tennis intermittently.  It was a good gift, and an expensive one.  But from the moment she unwrapped it, Kori had only one thought – the idea of forcing the handle up her cunt and fucking herself to orgasm. 

The thought persisted throughout lunch.  She couldn’t make conversation.  Her pussy was so wet.  Each morsel of food she put in her mouth made her think of other things that her mouth was good for.  She found excuses to put her hand under the table and lightly rub at her needy beaver – discreetly at first, and then more daring, desperate to please her sopping wet, throbbing cunt. 

Finally, she could bear it no longer.  She excused herself from the table, and took the tennis racquet with her. 

She had intended to go to the toilet and masturbate, but then she thought she might have trouble getting the racquet inside her in such a small room.  Besides, it wasn’t slutty enough.  So she went to her parents’ bedroom, and was pleased to discover the bed was immaculately made. 

She should have closed the door behind her.  But the idea of not closing it gave her such a slutty thrill that she gave in, and left it open.  She should have masturbated surreptitiously, merely pushing aside the crotch of her panties – but as soon as she thought of completely undressing, she knew she had to, and quickly stripped off all her clothes, throwing them in the corner of the room where she couldn’t recover them quickly. 

And then she laid back on the bed, spread her legs, and began to work the racquet into her pussy. 

It was so slutty.  It was so degrading.  It was just what Kori needed.  After a week of looking at increasingly twisted and humiliating porn, nothing would satisfy her except total submission to her sluttiest and most self-abusive fantasies. 

She was lucky it was her cousin Jason who found her, because she would have done what she did next no matter who had discovered her, even if it had been her own father. 

Jason entered the room, and looked at her, lying there nude, fucking her twat with a tennis racquet.   Then, deliberately, he closed the door behind him. 

Kori knew she should have jumped up, tried to put on her clothes, blushed, apologised, told Jason to go away. 

She did none of these things.  She just smiled, pulled the racquet out of her cunt, and then spread her legs even wider to give him a better view. 

She saw Jason unzip his pants, and take out his cock, and she just smiled even more. 

“Merry Christmas,” she said.   And after that, it was very merry indeed.

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