Chapter 7
“Stick that perfect, juicy bubble butt up in the air. I want the full view with you ass up, head down, baby. Daddy needs you to put that drippy little Cindy Lou cunt where I can see it all.”
I’m spent and shaking. Sticky and sweaty. Dizzy and hazy. I’m standing, staring at him. The mask doesn’t frighten me anymore, but he does. And I’ve learned over the last few hours, I have a fear kink.
Still, my brain knows that unknown things are dangerous, and before I follow his command, I ask, “What are you going to do to me?”
“Did I open the fucking floor to questions? No, this is my night, and you’ll do as I tell you.
That is our deal, isn’t it? Or did you forget?
” He reaches out to pat my head. “It’s okay, so much happening.
So many orgasms, so many fantasies coming true.
But,” he stalls, landing a hard smack on the side of my ass to break me out of my haze.
“Now, assume the fucking position, Cindy.”
“Someone’s going to figure out who you are, you know,” I say shakily.
“Maybe, but not fucking tonight. In the whole of Whoville, not a creature is stirring. Not even a mouse. Nobody is coming to save you, so get down on all fours before I make you. And you won’t like that.” His grin is seductively psychotic, and I’m not so sure he’s right about me not liking it.
Gah.
My belly flutters as I lower myself to the floor in front of the fire, burying my face in the thick rug as I draw my knees up beneath me and stick my ass up in the air.
“Now that’s better. You look so beautiful like that, with your pregnant belly nearly touching the ground and your creamy tits dangling like udders that need a good milking.
” He strides around behind me, and I flinch as his fingers connect with the bare skin of my ass, caressing, sliding over the soft flesh, then moving a sandpaper palm over the front of my hip and down, sinking a finger into my wetness.
He hums against my ear as he touches me, and I realize it’s You’re a Mean One, Mr. Grinch.
God forgive me, I can’t help but hum along.
My lips open, drawing long, shaking breaths down my throat until he squeezes my clit and I release a feral, choked, animalistic sound that feels like it comes from the depths of hell itself.
“What are you going to do?” I whimper again, my fingers curling in the soft fur of the rug, the fire turning my cheeks to blazing furnaces as he answers with that low snorting chuckle, his voice taking on a lilting depth as he recites:
“Oh, I’ll gobble and grab, and I’ll pinch, and I’ll thrust. By the time that I’m done, you’ll be writhing in lust.” His mouth is next to my ear, warm breath still hinted with the scent of my sex, as he whispers in a low, sinister tone, “I’ll finger and fist with a grin full of cheer, till you’re crying, ‘No more!’, your face covered in fucking tears. ”
I buck as he settles behind me, both hands taking hold of my butt cheeks and pulling me apart as I pant and look down at the creamy rug, counting to ten, wondering what’s coming next.
I only get to three before he’s shoving his face between my ass cheeks, the rubber mask sticking to my flesh as he does.
His tongue darts out, drawing a low moan from me as the tip penetrates that dark, forbidden place.
He laps and pokes at my clenched muscle, the dirty sensation making me gush again, my eyes rolling back as my inner muscles clamp down, wanting, wanting more, more.
His fingers hold me open as he eats my ass right here where I’ve played checkers with Isabel, studied tort reform, and listened to Colbert make business deals as my sister and I ate popcorn and watched reruns of Third Rock from the Sun.
The crackling warmth mixing with the blackness of the dirty pleasure he’s forcing upon me is so erotic, I’m starting to lose my grip on reality at this point.
His lapping, wet sounds make my nipples harden as he drops a hand back down to my pussy. A finger pushes into my entrance, sliding inside as teeth pinch the fleshy part of my ass, sending me bucking forward, then back.
“Daddy,” I moan. Saying that name out loud makes my head start to spin, heart battering against my chest as I push onto his finger. The smell of the fire mixes with the scent of his drying cum on my face and my own arousal.
“When I’m finally finished, you’ll be quite content.
Little Cindy Lou Who will be finally spent.
” The rhyming is back, and God forgive me, but he’s quite good at it.
It adds another decadent layer of arousal to the moment.
“For I’ll take what I want and leave nothing behind, like the baddest of Santas with the dirtiest mind.
He’ll fuck you silly and leave you slimed. ”
If Dr. Suess had a huge, muscle-bound, hot, X-rated psychotic brother, this man would be him.
He’s working two fingers in and out of my clenched opening, his tongue pushing again at my back entrance, and the combination of sensations makes me feel like I’ve transcended to another level of consciousness.
Then, a third finger joins the others, the stretch a stinging turn on. And, God, more... A fourth finger, I think.
“Look at you opening up for me.”
I clench my inner muscles, trying to hold the intrusion in place. “It’s too much.” I drop my head, my tits swinging heavily under me, my belly low, and the baby shifting and turning inside me.
The sensations are overwhelming. The situation beyond bizarre. But I feel like I don’t have to pretend anything now. There’s no point. This isn’t going to end, because whether he finishes me or not, it will live in my memory forever.
I choke on something like a sob as he ignores my plea, pushing, pushing, as my flesh burns and stretches my toes curling.
“Fuck, that’s pretty,” he growls, my opening pulling around his penetrating fingers.
It hurts. God, it hurts. I wiggle my hips in an effort to relieve some of the discomfort and let him farther in, because even through the pain, it feels so damn good.
“Now, this is the hard part, Cindy Lou. Deep breath, Santy’s whole hand is going inside. ”
I gulp and hiss as the pressure builds. He’s shoving his entire hand inside me, pushing, burning as I tense my face but try to relax myself down there, hoping, hoping I can live through the discomfort.
Then, oh shit, then…he’s in. All the way in. His other hand rests on the small of my back as he kneels next to my hip. I hear his breathing pick up as inside me, the violation curls into a fist.
“Baby’s going to give me a fist bump,” he says with a wicked laugh, dragging his clenched fist forward and back inside my body.
The thick ball of his hand moving, moving, and God, it feels so good I hate it. I hate him. I hate me. But all that hatred only pushes me closer and closer to the edge of a dark pleasure that, at this point, I don’t know if I’ll ever come back from.
I stare straight forward as the pleasure pulls me down, the snow whipping around in the moonlight outside as he fist fucks me, and my orgasm flickers back to life. I scream into the void that’s sucking me down, down, down.
“Dirty little slut, letting some stranger fist your cunt while your baby daddy isn’t here. Don’t worry, it’ll be our little secret. I won’t tell anyone that you prefer a green Grinch dick to whatever you’ve had before.”
“Oh, God… It feels so good…” I whimper, moving with him now, my belly dragging on the soft fur rug as I go forward, back, forward, back. “Don’t stop.”
“Oh, trust me, I’m not fucking stopping.” He draws back out. The reverse pressure at my opening makes me imagine what it’s going to be like when this baby comes. What kind of mother thinks about giving birth when she’s being fist raped by a Grinch mask wearing psychopath?
This girl, apparently.
The orgasm tears out of me with such force, blackness takes my vision. Wild, maniacal sounds rip from my throat as my muscles spasm, my feet slamming up and down onto the rug as I start speaking in tongues.
The lust haze doesn’t part for what feels like forever as liquid heat spills from my body, gushing down my thighs as I tear white fur out of the rug.
Then finally, in a panting fit, I let my chest fall to the floor, turning my head to the side to see that fucking Grinch mask staring back at me, a curling grin on my tormentor’s face.
The sucking release of pressure as his fist slides out of me nearly sends me sideways on the floor, but he steadies my hips with his hands before he’s kissing my ass, my back, my shoulders, then he puts the cherry on top of all the sweetness with a red, hot, stinging slap to my butt cheeks.
“Yee fucking haw!” He calls out as I bite back a laugh. This is legit ten levels of bananas what is happening right now, but he doesn’t give me a chance to think on that too long before he hardens his voice again and stands next to me. “On your back, Cindy Lou.”
I shake my head. “I can’t. I need to catch my breath.”
“No, you’ll do it, I want you to watch.”
With an effort, I roll onto my back until I’m staring up at him. He’s naked now, his jeans discarded in a heap on the floor, his massive, green, thick cock standing up proud and loud as he holds it, his hand sticky and slick with my juices.
“Milk yourself,” he says, nodding at my breasts. “Don’t tell me there’s no more in there because I know there is. Spray it all over that baby-bearing belly. I want you a Christmas mess from head to toe.”
I do as he says, following every instruction as he kneels over me, stroking himself as he straddles my hips, using long, slow strokes that turn the head red through the green tint.
I work my breasts with both hands from the top down, just like you would milk a cow, and it only takes a single squeeze before I’m jetting milk onto my protruding center, the warm milk tickling my sensitive skin as it rains down.
I squeeze and squirt as he jacks off, then he starts to moan, and a swelling dark pride fills my chest knowing I’m the source of his pleasure.