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Fantasy Stories about strangulation Forum   "Twas the night before Christmas

the_mule
Group Member • Dec 23rd 2023
‘Twas the night before Christmas, when I snuck in the house
Barely making a peep, quite like a mouse
Her stockings and heels, short skirts and her tits
She soon would be mine, in just a short bit

Her children were nestled next door in their beds
While I crept to mom’s room, to get me some head
Momma in her teddy coming up to her lap
Had just settled down for a long winter’s nap

Over the lawn, thru the window to the floor
I sprang to her bed and attacked the dumb whore
Away went the nightgown, tore it off in a flash
Then grabbed from the curtains, tied her arms with the sash

The curve of her breast made me stop and say “whoa”
Then lust overtook me, I needed a blow
Then, what to her panicking eyes should appear
Why, my ten-inch cock, and she shriveled in fear

Pulled up to her knees, with motions so quick
In just a short moment she’d be sucking my dick
More rapid than eagles I thrust and soon came
Then beat her and cursed her and called the whore names

I hit her and slapped her then straddled the vixen
Like a linebacker’s task, my attack was a blitzin’
On top of the bitch, I wanted her all
To fuck away, fuck away, one final ball

With threats to her children, resistance faded a lot
And meeting no obstacle I mounted her twat
So up ‘round my waistline her lovely legs flew
I spilled in her vagina, crotch and tummy too

And then in a twinkling she started to fight
But my fight was stronger and I held her mouth tight
I withdrew my hand and turned the cunt around
I just figure out how the bitch should be bound

She was tied up in knots, from her head to her feet
And her skin was all tarnished, from where she’d been beat
A bundle of joy, hog-tied on her back
My cup of cheer, with a 38-inch rack

Her eyes, how they darted, her tits, proud and merry
Her abs were rock solid; she’d long lost her cherry
Her tight little bod was tied up like a bow
And the cum on her chin was as white as the snow

A long strip of her nightgown I tore away with my teeth
And the strip it encircled her neck like a wreath
She had a red face, and a puckered in belly
Tits shook as she choked, like a bowlful of jelly

She was panicked and scared, my dying yuletide elf
I laughed as I choked her (hey, just being myself)
A stream of hot pee and a twist of her head
Did give me to know this bitch soon would be dead

She screamed not a word, as I continued my work
By filling her asshole, then she started to jerk
Then cumming inside her, I moaned and I sighed
And gasping her last, the bitch finally died

I sprang from the bed, carried her under her tree
A last Christmas gift for her children to see
My work now completed ere I ran out of sight
A happy Christmas for me on the whore’s final night.
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