46. Epilogue 3 - Christmas （a few weeks later）
Devon - Part 1
I t’s clear to me that my little mouse has a Santa fetish. Every fucking Christmas Eve since the first one, she insists I wear the fucking Santa hat when we fuck, and now, she’s brought the whole fucking Santa suit to our sex attic.
“Yes,” she cries as I pound into her where she’s restrained to the St Andrew’s Cross.
It’s top of the range, the lower part of the cross adjustable to get the ultimate spreadage, and right now, I have Jaxcen’s legs wide, unable to move from where they are locked in place, completely at my mercy.
Her arse is full, a dildo protruding from it, giving a cramped feeling as my cock surges in and out.
“You gonna come, little mouse?” I rasp, my fingers digging into her hips, and she nods, her plump lips parted as she pants.
The moment I press down on her lower abdomen, while tilting the Cross further back, she explodes around my cock.
I piston inside her, chasing my own release and a moment later, ropes of cum are shooting inside her as a wave of ecstasy ripples through me .
Thanks to a little blue pill I took earlier, I know my cock won’t go down anytime soon, something I decided is important until I know she has my baby growing inside her again.
I need to be able to fuck as many times as possible during our sessions, since we have to arrange sitters just to get this uninterrupted time together, so I fucking make the most of it, and I won’t stop fucking her until the blue pill stops working.
Pulling free, I tilt the Cross upside down on a forty-five degree angle, making sure my cum can’t leak out, and then I press the button to lift the Cross higher until my little sex slave is at just the right height to suck my cock.
“How are you doing?” I ask, since the only noise that’s come from her are her cries and pants.
“Is that all you’ve got, Santa?” She smirks, fucking egging me on, from upside down.
“Open those pretty lips,” I demand, and she does, giving my cock entry to her hot little mouth.
“Oh fuck, that feels good,” I tell her, pushing deep until she gags. “Can you taste yourself, little mouse?”
She mumbles a yes around my cock, and fuck, this blue pill has me as horny as she gets when she’s pregnant.
“Pinch my leg if you can’t breathe, okay? No fucking passing out on me.”
She tries to nod around my cock as I release one of her wrists, even though there’s a fifty fifty chance she’ll disobey me.
She does that sometimes, letting herself nearly suffocate. It happens at least once a year, and since the last time was only a couple of months ago, I’m fairly confident she won’t disobey me tonight.
When I feel her hand on my leg, I brace the timber of the Cross behind her hips and lean closer, latching onto her clit.
And then, I give true meaning to fucking her mouth.
It’s savagely brutal, and she pinches me at least three times needing air, but fuck, she’s learnt how to take it so well over the years, her gag reflex getting more and more desensitised, although, when she’s pregnant, it has the opposite effect .
We learned that through her first pregnancy, and her fear of throwing up became a reality, so I don’t go to this extreme when she’s knocked up.
Thankfully, since she’s not yet with child, I’m able to push her limits while sucking her clit hard.
She comes twice, her own kinks helping to get her over the line since she gets a huge lady boner when I fuck her mouth like this, while I return the oral, sixty-niner style, making her detonate, on repeat.
When I feel my nuts descending, I pull free, and quickly turn her the right way up, slamming into her awaiting cunt, her legs still spread apart on the Cross where I fill her with more cum.
If she’s not yet pregnant, then she will be after tonight.
Jaxcen - Part 2
This Cross has to be my favourite thing ever. Not only does it adjust for Devon to spread my legs to the angle he wants, but the leg extensions also tilt up and back into different angles, so now, my legs are spread and up, exposing my arse to give him good access as he eases his huge cock inside.
“Fuuuck, little mouse. Has this hole gotten tighter?”
“You have a Girthmonster dildo in my pussy.” I remind him through pants. “That probably has a lot to do with it.”
Far out. The dildo is like a fist, something I never considered I’d want to do, but when he showed me that thing, and lathered it with lube, I was desperate for it.
He chose this dildo because he was adamant that it would still keep his cum inside, and I think he was right.
It’s not a long dildo, like some. Its purpose is for the stretch, to feel full, and hell I feel so full right now.
“You’re such a filthy little mouse,” he rasps, knowing what his dirty words do to me.
“Yes.” I agree, because in this moment, I want to be the filthiest I’ve ever been.
The things this man does to me is utterly addictive.
I’m hooked.
“Oh fuck, Jax. Smile up into the camera baby.”
My eyes find the camera over head, an addition he installed two nights ago, making our own little movie that we used as a visual when we fucked each other while we watched it later.
“Who’s watching?” he asks, pumping a steady rhythm into my arse, and I grin, knowing what he’s asking.
“Your men,” I say, even though they aren’t. Just pretending that someone is watching us gets me off.
We haven’t been back to Cloud 9. I realised I didn’t need that place, only Devon, but he likes to whisper things in my ear about his men watching us all the time, and although I’m fairly certain I’ll never take him up on that, there’s always the possibility, and that’s enough to send me into a frenzy.
“They all have their cocks in their hands for you,” he rasps, moving faster, his fingers pressing to my clit and circling. “They want to cum all over your naked body.” He uses his free hand to push the dildo a little deeper while rubbing more friction against my clit.
“Yes. I’m nearly…” I hold my breath, squeezing my eyes tight as I chase my orgasm.
“Fuck yes, that’s it,” he pants, easing out before sliding the other dildo from earlier back into my arse. They both have gentle vibrating capabilities, and this time Devon uses it, keeping me on edge.
My lids fly open, two dildos protruding from me as Devon shifts to my side, returning his fingers to my clit.
“Look into the camera, Jaxcen. Watch the men watching you. ”
My eyes shift to the lens, and I imagine them. They are all faceless men, it’s only their dicks in their hands that I picture surrounding me.
“Open your mouth, baby. Get ready for them to cum on you.”
I open my mouth, my climax speeding at me quickly and I hear Devon grunt before the first jet of hot cum hits me, and I detonate.
“Fuuuck, Jax. They’re cumming into your mouth.”
His words are strangled and they send me into a double orgasm, another slamming into me before the first one has stopped.
It feels like the ripples rush through me forever, and when I finally open my eyes, it’s to see the Santa devil standing over me, dick in hand as he squeezes every last drop of his cum from his hard length into my mouth.
“Swallow,” he demands, and I do, desperate to please him.
“Dev,” I pant, as he smiles down at me. “You… you came in my mouth.”
He nods. “That I did, little mouse.”
“But, I thought…” I have to catch my breath before finishing. “I thought you were saving it all for…” I point to my pussy which is still stuffed full, and he shrugs.
“This scene was too good to interrupt for me to get you pregnant. Besides, I like trying to get you pregnant. I’m in no hurry.” He winks, before moving between my legs. “Relax for me.”
I do as he says, and he eases the dildo from my arse, his eyes wide with excitement as he stares hungrily at my open passage.
“You want me to get this on camera so you can see how fucking hot this is?”
I nod, knowing how utterly fascinated he is with my arse, so naturally I’m curious.
“You’re wicked.” I grin.
“And you’re filthy.” He beams with pride as he moves the Cross back further so my open arse is in clear view of the overhead camera. “Fuck, baby. Filthy as sin.”
When he’s satisfied that the camera has recorded the way he’s opened me up, he tilts me and the Cross horizontally.
“I’ll always be filthy for you, Devon and your inner devil.” I smile, and he leans over me, still restrained to the St Andrew’s Cross, at his mercy.
“Will you always sin for me, little mouse?” he asks, hovering over my lips.
“I’ll always sin for my Santa.” I smile, and then we kiss, our lips claiming each other all over again.
The End