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I like guys, girls and my family love to have fun and I'm open to new experiences. That why I signed up in here. I like hunting,fishing Boating,motorcycles SEX and my sister. and did i mention SEX i can be dom or sub soft or hard and did i mention Sex oh I already said SEX CUM VISIT THE ALL NEW PLEASURE RANCH
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A Gift for Santa I'm going to be ravished. By Santa Claus. Of course, it's not really Santa Claus - just Mr. Silverton, the store Santa. He's old enough to have real gray hair, but in shape enough to have to pad his costume. He's got that distinguished, stately air to him, kinda like Sean Connery playing Indy's dad. Like your favorite Uncle, if you're Uncle copped a couple of quick feels off you whenever he got the chance. And from the couple of times I sat on his lap "Santa" seems to be carrying quite a "package". And I'm not sure if "ravished" is the proper term now. Thanks to Jasmine and her damned "magic" candy cane I'm so horny I'd welcome the 82nd Airborne! But seeing as I'm all trussed up at the base of the store Christmas tree like a something from the "Naughty" list, with no prior consent on my part, waiting for my visit from Santa so he can have his way with me, I guess ravished it is. I mean, I'd leave if I could! And what Jasmine and Tony did to me before they left me here... Was that footsteps? All I was thinking of when I took the job of Santa's Helper was a little extra spending money during my college break. It was fun getting to see all those kids with their wide-eyed amazement. I only accidentally discovered the Hunk potential - all those single Dad's and Big Brother's bringing the little tykes. I'm sure I ended up on quite a few wish lists! Especially with the cute little outfit we wore: a red crushed velvet bustier and skirt with white trim, red tights, black knee boots, red gloves, and of course a Santa hat. That's more than likely why Jasmine started to hate me. Until I came along she was top Elf Babe. And no wonder - she was a petite Black/Asian mix, with exotic eyes, full lips, waist length silky black hair, a curvy backside... And the biggest set of hooters I'd ever seen on someone that small. She had a set of double D's that seemed to both defy gravity AND have a life of their own! Even I found myself staring at them sometimes! But I looked like I had come straight from the North Pole, with my porcelain skin tone, deep blue eyes, and chest length straight golden blonde hair. I couldn't match Jasmine in the tit department, but I had legs that started on the ground and didn't stop till they hit the top of my 5' 10" tall head. Heck, I even shortened the hem of the outfit and got a pair of high-heel boots to show off my gams. And on the days that the Ole' Battle Axe in charge, Mrs. Jackson, wasn't around I threw on fishnet stocking instead of the tights. That sure gave Mr. Silverton a raise! Of course Jasmine made a few catty remarks about me flashing my panties at the guys. Huh! Like she didn't spend half her time bending over, showing those Dad's the Grand Canyon of cleavage! But I never thought she'd go this far! Less than an hour ago the last kid had seen Santa, all of the last minute shoppers had been shooed out of the store, and I had been in the locker room getting ready to change for the store party. I didn't think twice when I saw Jasmine walk in, even through she had done her shift about four hours ago, but she was still in uniform. But then Tony walked in right behind her and locked the door behind him. And they both had big grins on their faces... It was too late then. Tony may be as smart as a bag of clams, but that's what football scholarships are for. Before I could utter a peep all 6' 4", 275 lb of sandy-haired linebacker was all over me. Normally I would have liked being wrapped in the arms of some muscular hunk, but not in the way he was giggling, and not from the look in Jasmine's eyes! I hadn't paid attention to the bag Jasmine had over her shoulder when she came in. Now she dropped it to the floor in front of me and opened it. I hadn't known what I was in for, all I could see was what looked like a mess of silk ribbons. But then she started to go to work. The gag was first, though I didn't know that was it was at the time. All I saw was a thick, plastic candy cane. Before I could guess what was going to happen it was shoved into my mouth crosswise, like a bit. Red ribbon wrapped around the ends and behind my head, and just like that I had nothing to say. Well, I had a lot to say, but nobody was going to hear it now! While Tony held my wrists in a vise like grip, the next set of ribbon - green this time - wrapped above and below my chest, pinning my arms to my side. The bonds really gave my bosom front and center billing, especially when Jasmine added more ribbon that squeezed them together between my tits and looped around the back of my neck. At this point I could only resort to some pointed grunts and flailing my legs. I got in a couple of shots on Tony's shins, but I might as well been kicking an oak tree. When Jasmine went down to her knees in front of me I turned my attention to her, but she just laughed and moved out of range. She used more ribbon to form two loops, which she deftly used to lasso my ankles. A quick pull lashed them together, and more appeared to bind my knees too. Tony shifted me in his arms so that we were face to face. I shot daggers from my eyes, but he just gave me a stupid grin while Jasmine worked behind me. More ribbon crossed and tied my wrists behind my back. And then, just when I thought she was finished I felt more ribbon being threaded between my legs. I grunted in surprise as Jasmine pulled my ankles upward, lashing them to my wrists. The bitch was hog-tying me! I was a nice little package when Jasmine stepped back. Tony handled me with ease, spinning me back around in time to see Jasmine opening the mouth of one of those huge red Santa bags we had on display in Santa Land. Before I could even begin to struggle Tony popped me into the bag, and Jasmine zipped the drawstring close over my head. I was thrown into total darkness. While I squirmed I could hear the two of them whispering and giggling. Suddenly I heard the locker room door open. I tried to scream and struggled mightily. Thank God, someone to rescue me! But it was just Jasmine, making sure the coast was clear. I squealed as Tony picked me up and slung me over his shoulder like a bag of potatoes, and I bounced against his back as the two of them carried me off to my fate. Sounds like the party downstairs is in full swing. How much longer do I have? I had no clue where we were headed, but after a few minutes of travel I was rather gingerly put down. I blinked at the sudden light as the bag opened, and instantly knew where I was. I was back in Santa Land! As a matter of fact I was right under the brightly lit Christmas tree besides Santa's chair. A space had been made in the mock packages that decorated the area under the tree as a place of honor for me. While Tony rolled me over and undid the ribbons that had me hogtied Jasmine turned back to her bag of tricks for the next stage. That turned out to be two more plastic candy canes, these being big, 3 foot long ones we used as rope poles for the walkways. She used red and green ribbon and lashed the straight ends together, making about a 5 foot pole with the crooks on either end. I was puzzled as to what this was for, until Tony started untying my legs. One look at Jasmine's face and I put two and two together! I really went wild then! I don't think the Rockette's could have kicked more than I did! But Tony threw one of his tree trunk legs over mine and that was all she wrote. Jasmine fitted my ankles into the crooked ends of the candy cane spreader bar and wrapped them nice and tight with the ribbon, green on the right, red on the left. My legs felt like they were a mile apart! I had never felt so vulnerable. The last step was my hands. Tony flipped me over, untied my wrists, and Jasmine quickly looped them to the outside of my thighs. And while that ribbon looked and felt like satin, it was strong as steel! No amount of twisting, pulling and straining helped me one iota. I was now completely helpless! Tony turned me over face-up and the two surveyed their handiwork. As they complimented themselves I finally learned what they had planned for me - I was a gift for Santa! Jasmine had spent the last couple of weeks dropping hints to Mr. Silverton that I had gotten sweet on him. I had thought he had been paying a bit more attention to me lately, and like a dope I had ate it up! Boy, she must have laughed, watching me play right into her plans! Now, all she had to do was wait until the store party, let "Santa" get a few too many brandy's into him, (which I understand is an annual occurrence) and then slip him an note about how I wanted to "give" myself to him for Christmas, and all he had to do was come upstairs to Santa Land where I was all gift wrapped and waiting. Gift wrapped was right! I tripled my efforts to escape when I finally heard this plan, but to no avail. And then it got worse! Jasmine thought I needed to be "primed" for my visit from the Big Man, and she reached into her bag of tricks again. At first glance it looked like yet another candy cane, but Jasmine took great pleasure in telling me this one was "magic." And it was - in the sense of the "magic" of 6 D batteries and a motor that would have powered my Honda. It was a vibrator! It sounded like a damn Harley starting up! It was louder than my gagged screams, and believe you me I screamed! I also tried to wiggle away, but that was a totally lost cause. Jasmine started at my neck. In any other situation it would have felt nice, just the thing to relax me at the end of a hard day. But I knew she wasn't going to stop there. As I squirmed she moved the "cane" across my shoulders, then down the center of my chest. I could only watch wide-eyed as that furiously buzzing tip slid across the velvet covering my breasts. It was like lightning touching my tits. Jasmine brought the vibrator back and forth, from one mound to the other. She used a light touch at first, the cane just brushing my body, and then she slowly began to press harder and harder. I knew exactly what she was looking for, and to my horror my body responded. Ping! Ping! There went my nipples. I wonder how many drinks Mr. Silverton's had now. Has Jasmine whispered in his ear yet? I have really responsive nipples. A guy just has to look at my chest hard and out they come. I love having them touched, and licked, and sucked. And I would have loved this too, if Jasmine wasn't on the other end of the vibrator. But my body didn't care, and my two pink girls rose to the attention. Jasmine smiled triumphantly, and switched her attention to those two hard points in the fabric. I moaned - half with pleasure, half with frustration - as the vibrations flowed through my tits. It was even worse when Jasmine pulled down the neckline of the outfit, springing my tits free for her and Tony to see. I was shocked at just how prominent my nipples were. Even my pale areola had swollen, like two bull's-eye's that said "Touch me here!" And boy did Jasmine follow that suggestion! That candy cane went back and forth, and up and down, and left and right, and hard and soft, for what seemed like ages! And Jasmine wasn't content with just the cane doing the work, oh no! She let her fingers have a go to - pinching, squeezing, and flicking. If the cane was on the left, her hand was on the right, and vice versa. It was almost a relief when she finally moved the cane from my chest. I say almost, because I knew right where it was headed next! I pleaded at her with my eyes, I made plaintive sounds around the gag. I frantically shook my head from side to side - all to no avail. Jasmine just smiled that wicked smile at me, and let the tip of the cane slowly move down, down, down the front of my body. I knew with more horror what she would find. I didn't know when it first happened. I didn't know when I first became aware of it. I didn't want to think about why it happened. And I didn't want to see that ear to ear grin of triumph on Jasmine's face as she flipped up the hem of the outfit and she saw the dampness seeping thorough my tights. I closed my eyes and turned my scarlet face away as she laughed at my reaction to her attentions. And to add insult to injury she had Tony "test" me, just to make sure! I tried to do the eye trick on him, but it failed again. I gasped as his thick fingers stroked my crotch, pressing the fabric into my growing moistness. Even through my shame I could feel myself responding to his strong touch, and before I knew it I was moaning again and raising my hips to his hand. That's when Jasmine took back over. Did you know those damn vibrators have more than one setting? I didn't. But Jasmine made sure I did now. A few clicks took the candy cane from "Tantalize" to "Tickle" to "Tease" to "Take No Prisoners." The low buzz turned to a heavy drone, and I could see it twisting in Jasmine's hands as she slowly lowered it to my pussy. The touch of that cane to my body flowed through me like a erogenous wildfire. Every nerve in my body started to climb to pleasure overload. I bit down hard on the gag, balled up my fists, and strained against the ribbons, trying desperately to hold out - to not give Jasmine the satisfaction. But I knew in the end it was going to be a losing battle. So I was stunned a few minutes later when Jasmine pulled the cane away. For a split-second my hopes soared - only to have them dashed when she and Tony ripped apart first my tights, and then my thong. By now I hardly thought twice about the fact I was fully exposed to the two of them, I knew worse was to come. Jasmine seemed both intrigued and disappointed to discover that my little "V-shaped" pubic patch proclaimed I was a true blonde - she even plucked a few hairs as if to make sure. Then it was back to work with the cane. If I thought the cane had felt special before, having it press directly against my now swollen lips raised the stakes! Now there was nothing between my rapidly stiffening clit and that buzzing demon! Jasmine made sure of that, letting it press firmly against my love button, then down across the moist lips, then back up. I could only occasionally veer my hips away and break contact for a blessed second, and then Jasmine would be back on the attack. All this time Tony had been taking in the action wide-eyed and silent, but now it seemed he had reached his limit. He wanted some action, and he wanted it now! It was quite obvious that Jasmine had promised him some personal attention for his share of the work, but the big boy was becoming all worked up. Jasmine would have none of it however, she never broke stride working me over as she told Tony in no uncertain terms that there would be no "sloppy seconds" for Santa. But she was sure he could work something out... Tony wasn't too bright, but even he didn't have to think twice about what she meant. In a flash he was on his knees beside my head - one hand undoing my gag, the other undoing his jeans. A second later I was eye to eye (so to speak) with on of the biggest, fattest, cocks I had ever seen. I put up a valiant effort. As soon as the gag was out I slammed my lips shut. I wasn't about to give them both satisfaction! I tried to turn my head away, but his huge hand just grabbed my chin and swiveled my face toward him. His other hand held that monster dick, letting the tip drag across my lips. I whimpered as he pressed the head to my mouth - it felt as stiff as an iron bar. But no way was I going to suck him off - no way! No blow job for you! My lips are... There was the sudden shock of warm lips on my breast, and a tongue flicking across my nipple. Jasmine! I gasped, and just like that Tony was in. That Bitch! I could hear her chuckle as what seemed like a yard of Grade "A" American cock slid into my mouth. I had no idea my jaws could open so wide! Now I was fighting on three fronts: the vibrator stroking my pussy, Jasmine's lips on my tits, and Tony's silky dick as it started to stroke in and out of my mouth. The feelings, the sensations, were becoming overwhelming. I could feel my willpower collapsing under the assault - my struggles were becoming weaker and weaker. The sounds alone were intense: the buzz of the cane as it pressed on my mound, the whispers of Jasmine as she suckled on my boobs, the grunts of pleasure from Tony as I started slurping on his prick. Opening my eyes only made it worse. Then I could even see the look on Tony's face as he fucked my face and the sight of Jasmine full chocolate tits as she pulled her top down so she could fondle both me and herself. But if I closed my eyes I felt those strong hands gripping the back of my head, and the swelling of my now rock-hard clit, and the moistness of Jasmine's pussy as she rocked on my thigh. But worse of all was the unbreakable embrace of the ribbons that held me captive, that made me helpless, unable to escape that oh so familiar feeling that I know felt rushing through me no matter how hard I tried to stop it. I came. How much longer? God, what if someone else finds me first! Boy did I come! Fireworks, volcanoes, shooting stars, waves crashing on the rocks - all of those clichés. My toes curled. My back arched. My fingernails dug into my thighs. I almost bucked Jasmine off of my leg. I wailed - as much as one could with an 8" dick in their mouth. I think I even passed out for a split-second. It was the most intense feeling I had ever had, and I was afraid it was never going to stop, and I didn't want it to end. I guess the sight or feel of my orgasm was enough to trip Tony's trigger, because he let out a primal scream and then the next second there was a gusher in my mouth. And to my shame I eagerly swallowed every drop as it blasted into me, refusing to let that hunk of meat go until I had drained every drop from it. When Tony finally pulled himself free of my suction I dejectedly dropped my head to the floor. I was over and done, totally spent. A sheen of perspiration covered my body as I twitched from orgasmic aftershocks. I could barely offer token resistance as Jasmine replaced the bit gag. I knew from the triumphant grin on her face she had won. I was her plaything, to do with what she wished. And what she wished was a good fuck. Oh, not mine. Not yet. There was still a while before my visit from St. Nick. Right now the fuck Jasmine wanted was her own. She scrambled over my body and practically threw Tony to the floor. The sight of a horny babe ripping her clothes off above him brought Tony right back to attention, and in one smooth move Jasmine grabbed that stiff cock and impaled her sopping wet pussy on it to the hilt. She then proceeded to ride Tony for all he was worth - all the while keeping up a running commentary, making sure to let me know exactly how it felt. She went into great graphic detail on the sensation of feeling that fat dick sliding in and out of her, of her pussy gripping that shaft, of his hands squeezing her bouncing tits. And all I could do was lay there and watch. Watch, and wish it was my pussy taking that massive cock. I couldn't deny it anymore, if the gag had been removed I would have begged Jasmine to let Tony fuck me. But all I could do was stare at the action inches away from my face as it was finally Jasmine's turn to come - making one final drop to grind her stiff clit against Tony as she screamed her joy. If only that had been the end, I could have dealt with that! Instead I had to watch Tony flip Jasmine on her back easy as you please, tuck her ankles over his shoulders, and keep plowing away! My frustration was unbearable! Now my eyes were pleading for another form of release, but again I was ignored. I had to watch Jasmine, now grinning like a Cheshire Cat, work herself to another orgasm before Tony ended my misery be shooting off his second load of the night deep inside of her. For a time afterward it was quiet save for the sound of our panting. Three sweat-covered bodies lay motionless under the festive lights of the tree - two due to sheer exhaustion, one due to bondage. I have no idea how long we lay there before Jasmine finally stirred and made note of the time. Together her and Tony redressed themselves, and then turned their attention back to me for some "last minute decorations. " Out came the oversize label. TO: Santa it said. FROM: Klara. It even looked like my handwriting – chances are the bitch had suckered me into filling it out sometime ago. Jasmine almost lovingly tied it with a ribbon into my hair. The final decorations turned out to be two festive ribbon bows stuck to my nipples, after both Jasmine and Tony made sure they were nice and stiff by lovingly sucking on each one. Then I was introduced to the concept of a "crotch rope." Ribbon was wrapped around my waist, brought down under my ass, and then straight up through my wet pussy lips. This was an introduction I could have done without! Jasmine made sure the first couple of strands were super tight, splitting me in two and putting relentless pressure on my clit. It was all tied together with another bow just below my navel. What a pretty package I must have made! And that damn candy cane made it's reappearance as Jasmine turned it to its lowest setting and slipped under the waist bonds as the icing on the cake. The vibrations radiated across my crotch, and especially traveled along the crotch ribbon to tease my clit and pussy. It was Jasmine's last supreme torture - just enough to keep me in a excited state, but not enough to make me come, no matter how hard I tried. And believe you me - I tried! I was bucking and wiggling within seconds of her slipping that cane into position. And then, their plans complete, Jasmine and Tony wished me a Merry Christmas and walked out arm in arm to join the party, giggling all the way. I could only lay there under the tree and watched them leave. I was alone, helpless, and horny - waiting for my visit from Santa. Those are definitely footsteps outside. The door is slowly opening. Merry Christmas Santa. Ho... Ho...
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