Unexpected Christmas Gift
Copyright© 2026 by notgeldcat
Chapter 2: The Gift That Kept On Giving
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 2: The Gift That Kept On Giving - Wild night he never expected. Girl needing place to stay turns into a reason the holiday became special
Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Teenagers Consensual Heterosexual Fiction Cream Pie
Betsy looked over at me. “I can tell you want an explanation.”
“Yes. Because unless that fuck caused my brains to leak out my ears, you just made it sound like this was a set up by my sister.”
“Hmm. Getting fucked until my brain leaks out my ears. Sounds fun. You will have to fuck me pretty hard for that.”
“Betsy...” Bob had a weird look on his face. Like he wasn’t sure what he wanted to do next. Learn what was going on. Or use me.
“Okay.” Betsy nodded. “It’s only fair. What do you want to know?”
“How much of the story Kimmy told me earlier is true?”
“All of what she told you was true. We just did not tell you the whole story.”
“So you are single. Good. Now tell me the rest of it.”
“My parents are very traditional back country. Women have two jobs. Children and cooking. At least in public. The private truth is a more blunt. Women exist to serve and service men.”
Bob listened to her comments. An idea occurred to him. “Was your ex from the same area? Was that how he thought he could get away with it?”
“That’s right.”
“Let me guess. You do not like being told you were meant to service men.”
“I like it a lot.”
“Huh???”
“I like when men fuck me and use my body. What I don’t like is when men act like I can’t have a life outside of being their cocksleeve.” Betsy looked him dead in the face as she said that.
“Right. Final question. Why me?”
“Because your sister said you were weird about sex. You wanted it and you enjoyed it. You still treated girls better than mere fuck toys. Even when it was obvious that was what you wanted. She claimed you would be a good match. That with me you could let go and not worry you were screwing things up. And that with you I could have the future I wanted while still being who I enjoyed being in private.”
“Is that so?” Bob stood up. He walked over to the pile of blankets covering the floor near the fireplace.
Betsy watched him walking away, his hard cock swinging. She was confused. She had basically told him he could do whatever he wanted to her. Why wasn’t he ravaging her?
He reached a point near the fireplace. “Stand up.” He ordered. “Stand up and come over here.” He pointed to a spot.
Betsy did. He had gotten the message.
“On your knees.” He indicated the blankets.
She dropped as fast as she could without hurting herself.