Here Cums Santa's Cock
Copyright© 2025 by Freya Gersemi
Chapter 11
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 11 - Cynthia and Katie troll local malls for holiday dick. Sounds like fun? Well, it is!! I wanted to end my first year as an erotic fiction author with a bang (over a dozen bangs, to be precise!). This involves cowgirl, BBW, spanking, gang bang, lesbian, first time male, cheating husband, mature, MMF menage a trois, anal, cunnilingus, masturbation, dual penetration, facial – there’s a lot going on!!! One chapter posted each week. eBook available over at Bookapy.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Consensual Lesbian Heterosexual Fiction Cheating Spanking Gang Bang Anal Sex Double Penetration Exhibitionism First Facial Masturbation Oral Sex BBW Big Breasts
“You’re not getting paid,” Katie stated.
“But it makes me like a prostitute.”
Katie knitted her brow and thought about that for a moment. “No. It makes you like a whore.”
“Isn’t that the same thing?”
“A prostitute is a business. Sex for money, the end. A whore is just a whore. A slut.”
“That doesn’t really sound any better,” Cynthia complained.
“But it is, if you think about it. You’re not selling yourself. You’re giving yourself away to some very lucky men.”
Cynthia frowned. “Do you really want to marry a whore, though?”
“We’re only doing this for this week,” Katie explained. “By the time we get married, you won’t be a whore any more. You’ll be a former whore.”
“Still not any better.”
“And besides,” Katie continued, “you have sex with Freya and Alex. And now you’ve had sex with another guy. Tomorrow you have sex with someone else. What’s the difference?”
“It just seems ... It may be a slippery slope.”
“We’re just using up the condoms. Once the box is done, we’re done.”
Cynthia looked at Katie. “Will you use any?”
“Oh, no. No,” Katie said, shaking her head firmly. “I’m not a dirty whore.”
Aghast, Cynthia’s mouth dropped open. “You’re a fucking cunt, though!” She shouted.
Katie stood up. “What do you want for dinner?”
Cynthia smiled. “Gyros? I’m suddenly in the mood for something Greek.”
“Now who’s the cunt?”
“Now that I’m a temporary whore, you suddenly start swearing?”
“I have to act pimpish,” Katie replied. “And that’s not a swear word. Do you really want gyros?”
“Now that I’m thinking about them, I kind of do.”
Katie rolled her eyes. “Okay. Let’s go to the Athens Estiatorio. I’ll drive.”
Sitting at a wobbly table with their food on plastic trays in front of them, Katie said, “Good call,” in between bites of her Gyro.
“Mmmm,” Cynthia grunted, her mouth full.
Taking a sip of the imported sour cherry soda, Katie started laying out their plans for the week. “First, we need to come up with good names. I only came up with Karen in a panic.”
“And I used my middle name!” Cynthia said. “I’m not very good under pressure.”
“Okay.” Katie thought. “How’s Brenda?”
“For you?”
“No. For you. Brenda.”
“Brenda sounds like a fat girl.”
Katie opened her mouth to speak.
“Shut that trap,” Cynthia warned her. “I know I’m fat.”
“I wasn’t going to say that! I was going to say that names don’t imply physical characteristics like someone’s weight. It’s just a name. It’s not a fat girl’s name. A name can’t be fat.”
“What about Olga?”
Katie frowned. “Okay. Not all women’s names sound like they belong to a fat girl.”
“Bertha?”
“Okay. Fine. You pick a name,” Katie acquiesced just to shut her up.
“June.”
“Well, that’s a winner,” Katie drawled. “You’re named after a month.”
“Fuck you.”