It’s almost Christmas time and Affect3D is in the mood for giving! This year, we’re holding a special Xmas contest where you can win awesome prizes including a first prize that’s surely going to stuff your stocking!
Prizes!
First Prize: $200 Cash + A $100 Affect3D Store Credit + Suggest A Sex Position On A Future Title By Miro!
Second Prize: $100 Cash + $50 Store Credit
Third Prize: $50 Cash + $25 Store Credit
Honorable Mentions: 3 x $25 Store Credit
That’s right! Not only will you win a huge cash prize and store credit so you can buy all your favorite titles, we’ll also let you suggest a sex position for any future title by miro! That’s right. You can decide on how the characters will fuck as miro will bring your idea to life! Be it boy/girl, girl/girl, futa/girl, etc. Whatever position you’ve always wanted to see done by miro could possibly be a reality! You don’t have to use it for the next title, but you’re guaranteed a free pass on any title miro works on in the future!
Now that I have your mouth drooling in anticipation, you’re wondering how you can enter this contest. Well, here’s how!
How To Enter
Contest Theme: “Gift of Giving” or “Naughty or Nice”
To enter, all you have to do is provide a creative work (2D image, 3D image or writing) following one of the themes above and posting it in the comment sections. Your entry must fit either one of the themes to qualify.
Additional Rules
- All entries must be the original work of the contestant and not copyrighted or stolen material.
- You can use ANY character you want for your image or story. It doesn’t have to be Ayako, Sayako or Tara.
- Works must be of consensual nature and must not feature any of the following: Guro, blood, violence, torture, bestiality, underage characters or minors, rape, scat, illegal content, vore, drugging
- With written entries: All entries must be within one post to up to 1,000 words. You are allowed to a short story or poem of your choosing.
- If you’ve submitted an entry and it does not appear in the comment section, contact [email protected] with your comment username so we can approve it.
- All cash prizes will be provided via paypal.
Deadline: December 22nd
All entries must be due by December 22nd as judging will be done the following day. We will announce the winners of the contest on December 24th. So don’t wait too long with your entry! Enter now!
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by accident (stumbleupon). I’ve saved as a favorite for later!
HeyMarco
December 24, 2013This is probably in after the deadline, but what the heck. Maybe someone will enjoy it.
Do your best to picture Tara’s throaty whisper doing her best Eartha Kitt when you have this singing in your head. (And if Miro is ever inspired to have his voice talent render this… I happily cede to Miro any rights I might have to this satire / homage.) Sing it… you know the tune!
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Sayako Baby, just slip it to me under the tree, in me;
I’ll be your anal good girl, Sayako baby,
So hurry down my chimney tonight
Sayako baby, that fifteen inch monster’s for me, e-rect;
I’ll stroke it up for you, dear; Sayako baby,
And hurry down my chimney tonight.
Think of all your seed I’ll sip;
Won’t think of any fellas and their little dicks;
Next year we could be so good… if you stretch out my Christmas list
Sayako honey, I want your cock and really that’s a whole lot;
Want my anal all year; Sayako baby,
And hurry down my chimney tonight.
Sayako cutie, one thing I desperately need…
You through… that deep cervix of mine, Sayako cutie,
So slide it down my chimney tonight.
Sayako cutie, you fill my tail with so much cock and seed;
Fill me with your girlie thrill-ride, Sayako baby,
and pump it down my chimney tonight.
Come and fill my secret place with inches upon inches of so very thick;
I really do believe in you;
Let’s see if you can fit in me…
Sayako baby, forgot to mention one little thing… A ring…
on your cock not my toes; Sayako baby,
And stuff it down my chimney tonight
Hurry down my chimney tonight
Futanari, tonight!
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P.S. If you haven’t ever done so, I highly recommend hunting down some pictures of Eartha Kitt back in the day. Very, very nice.
dollmotion
December 23, 2013I know it’s late but please please please consider my picture in part of your contest! I’m a huge fan of 3DX! This piece was made with influence by John Howard (Horny Biker Slut comix) and the hentai artist Radiohead. I originally posted this on Pixiv, but here it is on tumblr for easier access.
http://bustybarefootsexshoppe.tumblr.com/post/70900576507/this-is-my-original-piece
dollmotion
December 23, 2013theme: naughty or nice
Dizzydills
December 23, 2013My Entry: Holiday Treats!
http://img214.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=780220275_HolidayTreats_123_1024lo.jpg
Dizzydills
December 23, 2013Under the Gift of Giving, of course 😀
Lazy Fuck
December 23, 2013If our stories are meant to have a name, then mine is probably best left as “Angels & Demons, Naughty & Nice” – because I’ve been up way too long and I want to go to sleep as soon as I’m done with this.
Also, I really wish the word count limit hadn’t been so stringent. I had to cut the shit out of it just to make it fit. You (or at least, I) can’t fit much in the way of world building, interaction and sex in such a small package.
Lazy Fuck
December 23, 2013Angeline flew high above the fiery pits of Hell, eager to escape the gaze of any demons. She’d teleported in to Hell to share the joy of Christmas with the demons as a show of her faith. Now she just wished she could find the exit gate from the first circle. The eager moans, high pitched shrieks and even giggles were making her feel funny and she was trying her best not to look down, because every time she did she spied yet another group of copulating demons hungrily embracing in a myriad of ways – all of them rather sinful looking, but each and every one of them making her tremble with excitement.
She finally spied the exit gates in the distance when she heard something she’d expected all along but failed to come across till now: crying. The sobs were small and rather restrained, but unmistakably those of a being in emotional pain – something her angelic nature made her particularly attuned to. Looking around, she spotted a tall, goat-like demon sat high up on a rocky outcrop, arms wrapped round his shins and face buried in his knees. She wanted desperately just to dash for the gates, but a tiny spark of guilt deep down let her know she’d never forgive herself if she didn’t at least try and comfort this tortured soul. She tried to ignore the spark of desire nestled in her fluttery stomach that said she really just wanted an excuse to hang around listening to the rather pleasant sounds of sex filling the air.
Landing lightly in front of the demon she immediately took up a defensive position, assuming the worst just in case. He didn’t react at all though.
“Are…are you okay?” Angeline asked in a small, and more tremulous voice than she’d have prefered.
The demon started suddenly, looking up at her in shock for a second before relaxing with a heavy sigh.
“Oh”, he muttered sullenly, “an angel. I thought I’d been caught by one of the succubi or something”.
“Would that be bad?” Angeline asked, curious. She didn’t know much about demons now that she thought about it. She was surprised at just how…well, normal, this one seemed.
“Wouldn’t do much for my image as a butch commander of Hell being caught having a little cry on my own at the very least” he said with a small, shy grin.
“I suppose it wouldn’t” Angline agreed, sitting down, legs crossed. “Why the tears though?”
“Well, if you must know, I’ve just been feeling a bit bored lately. Nothing here, no-one here seems to really…excite me anymore. I can’t even…you know, “get it up” anymore” he admitted, shocked at his own honesty with this total stranger.
“Get it up?” Angeline asked in an innocent voice, leaning forward and drawing his eye to her expansive cleavage for the first time as she placed a hand on his knee to comfort him. He started, jumping back a little reflexively, Angeline crawled forward to close the distance, her chest swinging enticingly now as her top struggled to hold her plump tits. The sight of the innocent angel with her sinful body made his blood boil with excitement like he hadn’t felt in centuries, his hard cock engorging rapidly and grabbing her blonde hair assertively he dragged her face down to his crotch.
Holding her down, he began to slap his now hard cock off her cheeks, his demonic nature once more asserting itself. Angeline stared along the length of his two foot cock in horror. The longer she stared though, the more excited she became. The strong, male scent of it filled her every breath and made her body shiver with promises of unknown pleasure. Before the demon could do anything further Angeline reached forward and ran her fingers lightly along his length, her face now a picture of wide-eyed wonder and eager arousal, unable to believe the sheer size and thickness of the tool in front of her.
Grabbing a hold of it with both hands Angeline began to jerk it instintively, before looking up at him and wrapping her plush, pink lips around the thick, black head. Even this felt like a real effort, stretching her lips slightly painfully, but she found the pain rather exciting. Certainly she’d never felt anything like this in Heaven. Seeing how much pleasure this simple act gave her new lover Angeline leaned forward, eager to take more of more him, to taste more of him and to hear even more of his animalistic growls of lust. When the demon began to pull roughly on her hair, dragging her face deeper on his thick cock Angeline slid her hands behind her back and let him take control.
He fucked her face with rough, short strokes, the head banging against her throat as he stared down at her.
“Open your throat, whore angel” he growled threateningly, his tone arousing Angeline even more. “ I wanna fuck your tight throat and hear you choke on it”.
Angeline’s eyes began to tear up, her mascara running, but her body more excited than she’d ever been and she found her fingers now teasing her dripping slit and hard clit as the satyr held her by the hair and viciously fucked her throat with long, hard strokes.
With one final roar he came hard, his thick white cum filling her throat before he pulled out and let the rest spatter across her face, long streaks of it drenching her hair and dripping to the ground as he looked down with a satisfied smile.
“That was…amazing” Angeline gasped with excitement, eager for more.
“I’ll say” the demon grinned, before pulling her close, his still hard cock pressing against her. “I haven’t felt this invigorated in a long time. A body could fall in love with a girl like you”.
“Mmmm…Happy Christmas” Angeline grinned, before kissing him passionately.
aguinness
December 23, 2013Hello. Here is my second entry, “Fall of the Naughty.” Given there was no official time for the deadline, it should be noted it is still December 22 here (9:09 PM PST), so I hope that is acceptable to the judges. If not, that is fine.
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Long ago, there lived an isolated tribe of five or so villages. Under their villages lived a chthonic creature, mostly shapeless and formless, but certainly sapient. Rarely did the tribe interact with the creature, considered the local god or demigod, except during the winter solstice festival that marks the year’s end. This festival was a time of feasting and of bringing together families through marriage.
At the end of the festival, just before the men and women who came of age were married off, two events occurred. The women, being of this time, were often put into arranged marriages. But they were offered two options: The most benevolent unmarried woman of the villages that year was awarded for her sanctity in a ceremony where she chose their husband. The woman who was most wicked among the villages was given the other ceremony, based in a temple underground: Stripped bare by a high priest, she was apparently fed to the creature in a sacrifice to appease it. The latter ceremony, partially watched and mostly heard by the tribe at large, was meant to deter the women from being impure, unfaithful, and naughty.
During one of these latter ceremonies, known as “Fall of The Wicked,” the tribe were leaving en masse, when one family’s daughter, Igone, got lost in the shuffle, and walked down a long spiral deeper into the temple. There, she discovered something shocking: She saw the sacrifice being embraced by the creature. Their embrace, while rough, was not violent. The creature filled the sacrifice wherever she had an orifice. The sacrifice was not in pain, though. Rather, she looked…blissful. A shout of Igone’s name led her away, but the image left an impression. Rather than repulsed by the scene, she was…mesmerized.
Something awoke in Igone that evening. While kind, Igone felt something was missing ever since blood flowed from her loins. However, the men and women of the villages did not interest her. Yet many nights afterward, she felt wetness in her thighs, all for thinking of that moment. Eventually, she learned to pleasure herself with that image in mind.
When it became her final year before marriage, she felt determined to become this creature’s wife. There was just one problem: She had become known as one of the kindest women in the village, of the tribe. Igone was likely to be given the option of choosing her husband. But there was no way she could simply choose to be with the creature, as it would go against everything the tribe built itself on.
So she devised a plan: Intentionally being naughty and wicked. This, unsurprisingly, was difficult. For every obnoxious act or petty crime she pulled, it was done with severe anxiety and guilt on her part, and she felt she had to double up her efforts in being nice, which she did thoughtlessly. This only made her do even naughtier things, which also had the side effect of increasing her arousal.
When the village elders met in the days before the winter solstice festival, they argued and discussed who would were the nicest and naughtiest women of the tribe. Igone’s tale stood out in her zeal, her passion, of going both ways. It was unlike anything they heard before or since. They brought her to their council. They offered her a choice: She can either take the Fall, or choose a husband. Igone asked, “Who can I choose as a husband?” They answered, “any unmarried man among the villages.”
Some time later, the Fall of the Wicked commenced. The high priest disrobes Igone, anoints her in special oils that only make her feel more aroused, and announces her sacrifice for the greater good of the village. He asks if she understands her punishment. Igone responds, “This is not punishment for me. I have merely chosen my husband.”
The village was shocked. Their god, her husband?! But Igone was to be fed! Before the high priest could stop her, though, Igone shouted, “Come closer! See what really happens to the sacrifices.” The village followed.
After seating themselves in front of the creature, Igone descended. The creature caught her before she landed with several tendrils of varying shape. Quickly, it bound her, spread eagle, in view of her people. “More, please,” she begged, moaning, “I want them to see us mate.”
Several tendrils immediately appeared in response, and went to work on Igone’s orifices. Her maidenhood was ripped first, and while Igone did not expect the pain that came with losing her virginity, the tendril adjusted its shape so as to minimize the pain, growing more as she got used to the feeling of something inside her body. As it grew, she attempted to push it in deeper, and at one point climaxed as it entered her womb. She would gain another tendril in her mouth, which she licked and sucked on with vigor. Its taste was somewhat savory. Another tendril entered her rear, which caused a yelp in her, but did not hurt. Eventually, she came to enjoy the sensation of three tendrils pumping through her body, and even managed to gain more inside her as time went by. She pushed for every climax, and relished as her body exploded in pleasure, riding it as long as she could.
After one final climax, drenching her in a tasty slime that energized her, the creature put Igone down. She saw the villagers deep within their own orgy, and smiled. A scandal erupted the next day: The tribe found out the “sacrifices” were not fed, but merely “played with” before being sold to slavers. For this, the high priest was executed, and the elders made Igone, whose actions directly led to the tribe’s best harvest the following year, his replacement. Now, the renamed Fall of the Naughty, conducted by Igone and her betrothed, had a different meaning: It allowed women to embrace their own naughtiness.
ES
December 23, 2013Hope this sneaks in before the official deadline. Started a “Naughty or Nice” story before going on to the “Gift of Giving” post I made earlier, decided I would hate for the idea to go to total waste… something of a different tone from the other one too.
Thanks all.
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I stared out the picture window as snowflakes danced through the midnight air, spiraling down toward the sea of twinkling lights that was the city below. The living room was silent, but for the busy crackling of the fireplace; the champagne flute I held was adorned with traces of Chanel where my lips met the rim of the glass—now nearly empty. A girlish anxiousness fluttered inside of me as I turned my gaze to the fireplace, and the alluring creature reclining nearby on the plush carpet.
At my request, Sophia wore a babydoll—black satin, the mesh top doing little to hide her substantial bosom. The tapering gown ended just below the waist, and when she stood, it was not sufficient length to cover the cups of her beautifully rounded ass. She looked back at me, a warm but wicked smile crossing her lips.
A week earlier, when asked what I wanted for Christmas that year, even I was surprised at how naturally my response came:
I wanted simply a night of complete and total carnal bliss.
No inhibitions, or interruptions—just hours upon hours of raw, unchained sexual abandon.
Sophia finished her own champagne, and beckoned me after her to the bedroom.
The room was bathed completely in green light. I admired the tranquil surroundings, as Sophia casually undid the tie of my white silk robe, the garment falling open to bare my own generously curvaceous physique. Her hands and lips immediately began exploring my nakedness, my robe falling to the floor as we both fell to the bed.
Ravenously we kissed, tongues swirling around one another, our lustful moans melding into one covetous voice. Sophia’s manicured fingers caressed my thighs, kindling the smoldering wetness between my legs. She bit her lip desirously as she pushed my knees apart wide, whispering promises of the pleasures she intended to lavish on me.
Her agile tongue was like a spark on tinder, as she deftly flicked and circled my tingling clit as though she derived perhaps almost as much pleasure from the act as I did. My hips gyrated involuntarily as I shuddered with waves of bliss.
Sophia continued to manipulate me orally for several gratifying minutes, when the green glow filling the room suddenly extinguished. After a moment of darkness, a deep red tinted light started to wash over our surroundings.
My lover’s disposition changed at that moment, as she took me by my ankles, flipping me over onto my stomach. Without warning, a hard slap came down onto my bare butt, the sting causing me to cry out with startled excitement. Sophia rubbed the tender spot soothingly, before repeating the process on the opposite cheek. After a dozen more repetitions, my skin raw, I pled for sympathy. Sophia petted my hair lovingly, assuring me that her naughty mood couldn’t possibly last much longer.
She slapped my tender bottom hard once more as the red lights began to fade, giving way to the emerald illumination that had filled the room moments before; her mood shifted once again.
Tenderly, she kissed her way from my thighs up to my shoulders, straddling my lower back and massaging my neck. I could barely contain the frustrated wanting inside of me, as her hot breath on my neck caused me to writhe with desire. I whimpered weakly, as I implored my partner to give me what I needed so desperately.
Sophia laughed sultrily, sliding her panties off. Out from under the sheer babydoll, her most remarkable endowment was finally revealed: an impossibly huge, throbbing billy-club of a penis.
I gathered my knees beneath me, propping my ass up in the air and resting my cheek against the cool surface of the bed. From behind, I felt my lover rub the bulbous, apple-sized head of her cock against my entrance, the electric touch enough to make me squeal with anticipation. My breath was stolen away and a tingling rushed through my body as tip of the hulking member popped into me.
My fingernails clutched the sheets as the gigantic erection slowly bored into me, hitting against the wall of my cervix before the full length had been inserted. At full capacity, I felt helpless against the massive invading force—like a roast on a supremely thick spit-rod, deliciously impaled and fully at the mercy of my voracious lover.
Sophia moaned hotly as she penetrated me, her powerful cock withdrawing torturously slow, before slamming deep into my insides again. Orgasmic tremors rippled through my core as she began pounding me in earnest, her pistoning rod gloriously stimulating my clit with each spectacular thrust.
She recognized that I was near the brink, yanking my hair into a ponytail as she proceeded to pummel my convulsing pussy into an incredible climax that I could not have been prepared for. I screamed in ecstasy, intense spasms paralyzing my body as I was bombarded with dizzying waves of pleasure, too much to bear.
I collapsed into the bed, Sophia’s hard cock disengaging with a loud ‘pop’.
When I opened my eyes, I looked up to see her sitting before me, her face pointed down into her lap as she sucked her own cock. Her eyes met mine, and she winked; the green light was gone again, and the room was awash in crimson. Indeed, she was feeling naughty.
Lying on my stomach between her legs, I began to lick and massage her beautiful balls. Sophia and I stared deeply into each other’s eyes as we both sucked her off, and when she climaxed, the immense geyser of semen left us each covered in hot, pearly white ropes of sticky love.
Absently, in our afterglow, I asked Sophia about her most interesting holiday ‘escapades’.
She related to me a story of one Christmas Eve, and giving head to a cute guy who was blindfolded while his wife watched, and later got in on the action…
rstarr
December 22, 2013Lisa was waiting in the car while her mom was in the liquor store. Again.
As her mother came out, Lisa saw two handsome cops go in. They had exchanged smiles, and she nearly melted when the muscular black officer tipped his hat. Her mother wasted no time in taking a few gulps before pulling out. Once on the highway she was drinking steadily, and swerved after one especially long pull, and immediately lights flashed behind her.
Sheryl exited the freeway and found a safe place to stop, and as they approached her daughter gasped. She asked why but saw for herself when she recognized the officers. Lisa’s surprise was Sheryl’s dread, as the vodka bottle stood tall in the cupholder.
Sheryl was fucked. She was drunk, she was pissed, and she didn’t look forward to all the headaches and bullshit this would cause. She was in the back of the policecar, while Lisa’s hands were on the hood. The senior officer was on the phone with her husband, and opened the backdoor to give the bad news. He offered the phone to the drunk woman, “Your husband would like to speak with you.”
Sheryl tried to concentrate, could feel the gaze of everyone there, waiting to hear what she had to say to Lisa’s father. She was too drunk to think straight.
She reached out, but not for the phone. She unzipped the navy pants in front of her, and with amazement Lisa watched through the windshield as her mother took a fat, meaty cock into her mouth. The ranking officer now spoke again into the phone, without threat or intimidation, but simple matter of fact. The words will never leave Lisa’s mind.
“Your wife and daughter are being booked for drunk driving and evading arrest. We’ll contact you within 24 hours to notify you of the judge’s deci-” The words were cut off as Sheryl slammed his now rigid cock against the back of her throat. “The judge’s desicion. Would you like to speak with your wife?”
He lowered the phone to Sheryl, who heard the screaming and yelling from her prick husband before the officer had even put her ear to it. She took her mouth from the cock and tried to grab it, but he teased her by pulling it away. Lisa was beside herself, watching her mother giggle and play with this older man, older than her father, pulling the phone from her outstretched hand at the last second every time – while her other hand kept working his thick shaft. Lisa then realized how thick his cock was, basically a soda can, and her mother couldn’t even get her hand all the way around it. The huge black officer remained silent behind her, holding her strongly in place. Apparently they had some routine, having done this before.
The screaming continued from the phone, and Lisa was sure her dad could hear her mom giggling and drunk, wondering how in the hell this had happened so fast. She watched her mother finally take the phone away with both hands, flip the phone shut with a snap, and with a smile tossed the phone away, diving at the cop’s raging hard-on with both hands, twisting in a two-handed corkscrew blowjob that had Lisa mesmerized. The ranking officer looked up, still wearing his opaque sunglasses, and told his subordinate that he could have the younger one if he wanted to.
Sheryl heard this and pulled her mouth from the cock with a loud, wet pop and was ready to defend her daughter when she saw Lisa spin, wrapping both arms around the man’s huge neck, going in for a soulful kiss. The back of her girls head worked in circles as they made out, and the obscenely large, black hands started groping her ass with patience and power. He lifted Lisa off the hood and she eagerly wrapped his body with her legs.
The terrible mother was broken from her trance by being forcefully pushed over in the seat so her new lover could get in beside her. And with the least amount of romance imaginable, he grabbed her head, pulling back just enough hair to cleanly bring her mouth back to his cock. Once he had her situated on her knees, lips in place, he began raising his ass off the seat in a steady pump, not giving way on her head in the slightest. The waterfall of spit that followed soaked his hairy balls and asscrack to the point his socks were wet. He looked through the windshield to check on his younger partner, and saw he had already lifted the teen into the air, bringing her down onto his oversized cock with a shocking amount of ease. The energy coming off the young girl was unlike anything the experienced, older man had ever seen, and he wished he’d chosen the younger one, rather than this drunk slut who, while having no gag reflex whatsoever, was an easy piece of trash. An idea came over him and without even looking at the mother pushed her off of him and exited the car.
Sheryl was gasping for air as she rose to see what was happening around her. She peeked out the windshield at her daughter, wrapped around the black cop’s body like a vine, bouncing up and down on the biggest cock she’d ever thought possible. While the white cop was thick, the black one was long, and as Lisa had found her groove riding her new black boyfriend, the older cop had approached from behind and with astonishing experience touched his soda can cock to her asshole and they brought the athletic teen girl down on both cocks like professionals, bringing her to a grunting, animalistic state. Sheryl licked her hand for moisture, but found so much more all over her face, so she took some and furiously worked her pussy as she watched this unbelievable show. Her daughter clenched her eyes tightly in pain, groaned in pleasure, and when her breath would allow it kissed each officer deeply. Both girls screamed as orgasm after orgasm came over them, all control lost. With a shiny hand she reached for the phone she had tossed earlier, and took a pic of the scene through the windshield. She wasn’t even sure of what she was doing when she admired the picture, selected EMAIL, chose LAST DIALED NUMBER, and hit SEND.
rstarr
December 23, 2013I forgot the theme, it’s a naughty and nice mother and daughter duo.
RickFoxxx
December 22, 2013My entry: “Naughty or nice”
http://rickfoxxx.files.wordpress.com/2013/12/gabriellachristmas.jpg
Best regards!
3dreone
December 22, 2013My entry : Gift of giving – but can also be useed as Naughty or nice :p
http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uBFLg3BRGsY/UrcgXt3x73I/AAAAAAAAAYM/wHHy7r0t7Ek/s1600/gift_kim.jpg
Prince Martell
December 22, 2013NAUGHTY OR NICE ?
“Come to my place! I have a BIG surprise for you!”
Her eyes barely opened, Sayako sighed. The text her sister just sent her was quite mysterious, and even more since it was 3 a.m. on Christmas morning. Ayako usually had very particular occupations at night considering her very special addiction, and Sayako felt a bit aroused by the think of it.
She stood up, completely naked, her flaccid but still massive cock bouncing between her legs at every step. She dressed quickly with a top way too tight for her huge breasts and a mini-skirt just long enough to hide her twitching bonus. In the dark of the night, she leaned over Tara, still asleep in their bed, and gently deposed a kiss on her lips. Was it just an idea, or did Tara’s lips still have the taste of her semen? Sayako couldn’t tell. She opened the door and walked into the darkness of the street.
“Come… in!”
Sayako had barely ringed that her sister answered in a strange voice, as if something was disturbing her, but she still seemed rather enthusiastic. Sayako opened the door and faced what she couldn’t have ever imagined.
Ayako was there, in the purple leather outfit she only wore when her needs were particularly strong. And it seemed they were. She was on her knees, sucking the hell out of Santa Claus. His hands were tied above his head, and he was completely naked except for his red and white hat. But what captured Sayako’s eye was his cock, an impressive meat pole, at least 13 inches long, that her sister was chewing on hungrily.
“What the hell is happening here?” Sayako asked, trying to hide her boner with her hands.
“Exactly what you can see” Ayako answered. “I am enjoying my Christmas present!”
Without any warning, she took an impulsion and swallowed Santa’s cock to the base.
“Oh my!” the old man shouted. “Here it comes! Let it snow, baby!”
Ayako’s eyes opened wide, and she let the amazing cock off, showering her in thick white semen. The smell was so strong that Sayako noticed she had started to masturbate, her 15 inches cock dripping with pre-cum.
“As you can see…” Ayako started, short-breathed “I have been a very nice girl all year long, so Santa decided to give me a wonderful present!”
“Really? It appears to me that you rather… kidnapped him… even if he seems to enjoy it.” Sayako said.
Ayako giggled. “You know me too well, sis! In fact, it seems I have been a naughty girl. So I went his house myself to ask for my present! I can tell you it wasn’t a piece of cake… I had to fuck at least a dozen elves to get to him! But in the end, after a little chat, he agreed to use his magic to give me… well you can see by yourself, sis! That is also why I wanted you to come here. Why don’t you touch it? It is nearly as big as yours!”
Sayako didn’t remember to order her legs to move forward, but they did. And within a second, she was on her knees, feeling Santa’s cock with her delicate hands.
“I have to warn you, I already used it a bit. But it seems that his Christmas balls are always full! That must be Christmas magic!”
Since she has been with Tara for a few weeks now, it had been quite a long time since Sayako had a cock in her. And the sight and feel of this wonderful piece of meat, quite as arousing as her own, made her harder and wetter than ever. Without any further hesitation, she wrapped her mouth around the tip.
“You are a lucky man, Santa. My dear sister is way nicer than I am. She will be gentle with you. But I am a naughty girl, and I am never satisfied…”
While Sayako was sucking Santa faster and faster, Ayako lied down under her sister and started to suck her massive rod. The pleasure was so intense that Sayako’s hips started to move on their own, fucking her sister’s mouth.
“Oh… I think my bells are jingling!” Santa shouted.
And once again, his cum covered Sayako’s begging face while she herself was pumping her divine nectar in her sister’s throat.
“Good job, sis! You made me wet again!” Ayako said while laughing.
Sayako’s cock was getting flaccid, still dripping with cum, but Santa’s was still throbbing with magic. Therefore, Ayako pushed her sister aside and licked Santa clean.
“Here, this should help you get hard again… I know you love to put in here…” Ayako said with a wink.
And she shoved Santa’s cock in her asshole. She was on all-fours, her ass in the air, moving back and forth as Santa’s cock was penetrating her anus with such force it made Ayako scream with pleasure. She had been right: after only one minute, Sayako’s cock was amazingly hard and she had an idea.
“As my sister said, I am a very nice girl…” Sayako whispered to Santa while untying him.
Immediately, he took Ayako’s legs and lifted them in the air, revealing her wet pussy. Thus, Sayako took her cock and shove it in her sister. And about three minutes later, Ayako’s insides were filled with both Sayako’s and Santa’s thick cum.
“Oh, fuck!!” Sayako screamed “You know what? I don’t think I am such a good girl in the end. I might even be as naughty as my sister.”
Pushing Ayako aside she took Santa’s cock and put it in her dripping pussy. Giggling and still trying to swallow every drop of cum that was leaking out of her, Ayako joined them and put her sister’s cock in her ass.
“Tell me, girls…” Santa whispered, fondling both their breasts and thrusting in Sayako with force. “Have you been naughty, or nice?”
“Definitely… naughty!” the girls shouted.
“Then… MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!”
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August 31, 2016January 21st, 2008 at 3:13 pmCONFUSED,I always liked the idea that for capital punishment, you get dropped in nortwest alaska with nothing but the clothes on your back. if you make it out then you are free to go!maybe somewhere around hereI prefer Essex’s idea on the Congo, send them there. Or for that matter recent news indicates Kenya might deal with them effectively. They are currently having a machete fest.
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August 31, 2016Thanks, Terry. Such interesting information. You may think I am crazy but have you ever slightly microwaved a glass of cognac. Someone gave it to me like that after a dinner party in Paris and it was delicious.Mary Ann
amusteven
December 22, 2013Good to finish in time for my entry.
Gift of Giving. : )
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Not sure if i could have 2 images of a series in one entry. In case if its not allowed, just take the 1st image. thanks
Rick
December 21, 2013I started rendering. I hope to be on time. Although I must say that there are great works here, I just hope can up to par to this great competition.
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August 31, 2016Accessoirement, je ne sais pas s’il reste encore beaucoup de fonds d’archives photographiques qui n’aient pas été déjà rachetés par Corbis, Getty et consorts…Rédigé par : Pascal Kober | le 25 août 2009 à 22:57Si Pascal, les miennes !Et elles ne sont pas prêtes de l’être!Amicalement, H.Z
Lawrence
December 21, 2013…and my last entry.
Gift of Giving
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degenernate
December 21, 2013“Okay, Mandy. See you in compsci lab on Thursday? Bye.” As always, Albert sighed wistfully as her avatar vaporized into a cloud of pixels and disappeared. Amanda was only the latest of many girls whose “friendship” felt more like polite toleration. Albert could parse out the reasons easily – it was the acne scars (a “cosmetic” concern according to Albert’s government-mandated health insurance), the junior-high mustache, the chronic lack of spending money, the painfully unfashionable hand-me-down clothes, the nigh-agoraphobic shyness instilled by a well-meaning neo-feminist mother – and it always resulting in the same pushing away, the same palpable discomfort with an attraction that should have been taken as a compliment. That this all made perfect sense to him never made it feel any more fair.
The mere proximity to Amanda’s virtual depiction, however cheap and unrepresentative of her true beauty, had Albert halfway to full arousal; add a college freshman’s hormones to the list of things Albert could explain but not control. He attempted to collect himself, sliding his virtual reality headset up onto his bandana-clad forehead. It had been a once-in-a-lifetime Christmas gift from his family, a minor miracle that had taken a concerted pooling of money to afford. The deluxe dual-screen model, it sacrificed some ergonomic comfort for features – the 4k 5.5” AMOLED screens made any scene the headset displayed nearly indistinguishable from reality, and the low-latency head tracking and 180º field-of-view made Albert feel as though the virtual house he had painstakingly created was a “place” rather than a mere image on a screen. Paired with his aging but still powerful computer (assembled after years of mercenary yardwork and pay-per-click sockpuppet advertising), Albert could play hyper-realistic games, “walk” down any street in the world that offered a 360º capture, attend lectures without ever leaving his dorm room. At the moment, however, Albert only had one thing on his mind.
Though he knew his roommate would be gone for hours, Albert still felt compelled to complete the paranoid ritual that always preceded his use of the Wi-Fifi. He checked the door’s locks, peered through the peephole, flicked back a corner of a window curtain to verify that blackmail-happy government agents weren’t standing directly outside with thermal cameras. Convinced, Albert pulled the device from his footlocker, began strapping it on. It somewhat resembled a pelvic climbing harness, the distinguishing feature being a servo-controlled elastomeric pussy (“with lifelike labia!”) Albert’s mischievous friend Daniel had given it to him as a joke graduation present; the resulting round of heckling insinuated Albert was woefully under-equipped to handle the “Jumbo Thundercunt” model, but if any of them had walked in at this moment, with Albert growing past six inches, the joke would have been on them. With it secured in place, Albert slipped on his cheap datagloves and returned to virtual reality.
“Ayako, I’m home.”
Albert’s excessive customization dictated that his Ayako not materialize from nothingness, but rather emerge from some back room, her obviously erect nipples suggesting her own sexual fantasy had been cut short by his arrival. “Albert, I missed you. How are you?” Her tone was genuine; she occasionally slipped into speech synthesis when asked an odd question, but the majority of her responses were voice recordings of a particularly emotive actress. “Oh, you know. I’m getting that feeling from Mandy that she doesn’t want me around. I’ll never get a girlfriend at this rate.” “Oh, Albert. Those other girls don’t deserve you.” Her embrace was not as comforting as it could have been – sophisticated collision algorithms made Ayako’s impossibly large breasts squeeze and bulge around Albert’s avatar, but he couldn’t afford the haptic vest that would allow his physical body to feel it. Still, Ayako’s angelic face made him feel immensely better. Something else was getting immense, too.
Still close to him, Ayako began idly tracing a pattern on his virtual shoulder, and her lascivious expression suddenly made Albert forget he wasn’t looking at a real person. “Al, I got a present for you. Want to see it?” Albert nodded eagerly. Ayako’s resident program always ran on Albert’s computer, and in this sense Ayako was almost conscious; like a naughty housewife, she spent her days apart from Albert trawling through freeware virtual sex prop databases, always selecting something exciting. “You wait right there.” Ayako broke eye contact and did her best catwalk into a back room, emerging seconds later in a stunning gossamer negligee. “Oh fuck! Ayako…” She giggled enticingly. “I guess you like it?” Albert nodded affirmatively, speechless. “I have another present, too.” She momentarily stared off into space as she reached behind herself, and, with perceptible effort, retrieved and displayed a modest crystal butt plug. The image went slightly blurry for a moment as the headset’s gaze tracking software struggled to comprehend Albert’s dinner-plate-sized eyes. “You’re always saying we should experiment, right? Well, consider today an experiment.” She smiled evilly as she replaced the butt plug. Albert’s response was pragmatic: “Bedroom.” The foyer Amanda had refused to venture beyond dissolved around them, and Albert found himself seated on cream-colored silk sheets.
“Now it’s your turn to give me something.” Ayako performed a familiar gesture, one that Albert now found erotic in its own right. A virtual window opened before her, with rows of virtual cocks displayed for her perusal. Ayako gave the appearance of being deep in thought, like a savvy golfer judging a tricky lie and carefully selecting the correct club. There was nothing approaching cognition going on, of course, but Albert liked it when she chose the dick of the day. “I think, today…the Falcon.” Albert’s virtual pants evaporated, and revealed a 13.5-inch monster. “Fuck, Al, that’s so hot. It looks really good on you.” As she began untying her negligee, the Wi-Fifi beeped reassuringly.
Back in the real world, Ayako had given Albert a gift no “real” woman had ever bothered to bestow. The virtual reality headset’s facial capture software struggled to make sense of it – he was grinning from ear to ear.
degenernate
December 21, 2013I’m not sure what to call this – “Albert’s Many Gifts”? I just found Affect3D a few days ago, and I’m already a big fan of this whole 3DX thing. Needless to say, I’m also a huge virtual reality enthusiast, and I think these two phenomena are going to come together in a huge way in the very near future. I look forward to becoming a part of this sexy little community, and hopefully contributing some things that help turn this still-fanciful vision of mine into a reality.
Good luck in the contest, everybody!
Lawrence
December 21, 2013Another one entry.
Naughty or Nice
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trowa42
December 21, 2013We Can Give Many Gifts
Adrianna stood on the stoop of her girlfriend Eponine’s house stamping her green heels in the snow. She cursed herself for wearing such a skimpy dress under her heavy coat. The front door opened, and Adrianna gasped in surprise. Eponine was wearing red heels, red lace stockings, and a Santa hat. And nothing else. Eponine smiled at Adrianna.
“Merry Christmas. I’m so glad you could come to the party.”
“I must have missed the dress code on the invitation,” Adrianna stammered. Eponine laughed, a musical sound.
“No worries. We can remedy that.”
Eponine took hold of Adrianna’s hand and led her inside, the door falling shut behind them. As they walked through the hall, Adrianna heard other voices, but she could not look away from Eponine’s pendulum hips swinging sensually back and forth as she walked. Eponine’s round, naked bottom was mesmerizing. Adrianna did not even notice when they arrived in the living room.
“Ladies, this is Adrianna. She has come to celebrate with us,” Eponine said.
Adrianna looked up and saw five other women standing around the festively decorated room. Like Eponine, they wore various Christmas themed accessories. There were elf hats and plush reindeer horns. One woman wore a bow on her head as if she were a present. Also, like Eponine, they were all stark naked. The other ladies covered a spectrum of body shapes: full breasts and small ones, tall ladies and petite, voluptuous curves and slim figures. Adrianna marveled at their beauty. The woman with reindeer antlers wore gloves that look a little like hooves and had a tail sticking out of her butt. Adrianna did not see anything holding it in place.
“Merry Christmas,” they all called out together, raising their glasses.
“Adrianna this is Shelly, Ashton, Mandy, Kristen, and Isadora.”
“Hi,” Adrianna said somewhat shyly, and then turned to Eponine. “I’m not sure I understand.”
Eponine swept Adrianna’s coat from her shoulders, revealing the skimpy, deep red party dress. A few of the girls murmured taking in Adrianna’s figure. Eponine pressed in close to Adrianna, her breasts lightly grazing the shiny fabric. She put her hands on Adrianna’ bottom, pulling their crotches together.
“I really like you Adrianna,” Eponine said. “You are a fun, beautiful woman. We have had some wonderful times alone.” A few of the women giggled. Adrianna blushed, but her eyes were held in focus by Eponine’s sincere gaze. “But there are others that I really like. You are not my only girlfriend. I have made love to all of the women here.”
Adrianna looked around at the five naked beauties hanging on Eponine’s every word. They stood together very lovingly. Shelly had a hand on Ashton’s breast while Ashton rested her hand at the curve of Shelly’s hip. Mandy and Kristin stood side by side, their nearest breasts pressing into each other. Isadora was the reindeer standing in front of the group in profile.
Eponine placed a finger on Adrianna’s chin and lightly turned her face back.
“Loving another person is a gift, but I do not think…we do not think that it is a gift that you only have to give to one alone. If you love your gift, it is possible to give it to many people.”
“I…um…don’t know,” Adrianna stammered. The revelation that Eponine had loved these many beautiful women was a lot to absorb. When they had started the relationship, Adrianna knew that she was not Eponine’s first girlfriend. She knew Eponine had loved others. Adrianna was just not sure if she was ready to love others.
“You have told me about some of your past loves. I feel pretty sure that you are at the very least physically attracted to some of these ladies. It is possible to be attracted to more than one person at the same time. If you believe in yourself and they believe in themselves, it is possible to spread your gift around.”
Eponine took a hold of Adrianna’s hands, moving so that she stood in front of the group of women. Her full breasts jiggled slightly with each step. Adrianna was facing Eponine with her girlfriends behind her.
“I really care for you Adrianna,” Eponine said, smiling. “You are a good person. And I think you know that I am a good person as well. The lovely ladies behind me are good people too. They are hoping to know you too and to show you their own gifts. So what do you say? Will you share your gift with more than just me?”
Adrianna looked deep into Eponine’s eyes. She did believe that Eponine was a good person. Eponine had been very good to her. She trusted Eponine.
“Well,” Adrianna said slowly, a smile spreading across her face. “It is the season of giving.” Eponine’s eyes opened wide in hope. “Yes, Eponine. I can share my gifts.”
“YES,” Eponine squealed in excitement, and the ladies behind her erupted in a cheer. She leapt into Adrianna’s arms with a hug. “Well, let us get you into the holiday spirit.”
Eponine reached down to the bottom of Adrianna’s dress and slowly began peeling it off her.
“No panties, Adrianna you naughty girl,” Eponine said as she revealed Adrianna’s naked body.
“Santa, I think you should take your seat. We all would like to sit on your lap and ask you for our gifts,” Shelly said.
Eponine walked over to a chair, and the giving of the gifts began. The ladies caressed every inch of each other. They moved from Eponine’s lap, to the soft rug by the fire, to the couch, and even upstairs to Eponine’s enormous shower. The Christmas music from the speakers merged with the moans of pleasure. When they were exhausted from all the gifts, they all lay naked and panting in Eponine’s huge bed.
“The giving season is just getting started ladies,” Eponine said. “Remember, these are the twelve days of Christmas.”
ES
December 21, 2013Tip of the hat to the organizers for inspiring so much creativity, and participants, many whose artistic talents I’m very jealous of… seriously great work all around folks.
Please see below short story:
“Good Karma”, or:
“The Gift of Giving (Head)”
Thanks if you take the time to read. Hopefully the formatting works out okay.
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“Well, mister,” my wife inquired seductively, “have you been a good boy this year?”
Julie stalked toward me, her eyes smoldering, ample breasts straining against the sheer fabric of a red satin nightgown.
A mischievous smile crossed her lips as she spied a small, festively wrapped package sitting next to me on the bed. It was Christmas Eve—our traditional night to exchange an especially memorable kind of gift…
“Maybe not ALL year,” I acknowledged with a grin, presenting the box to her, “but I did get my wife something I know she’ll love.” Julie smiled slyly, as if she already knew the contents. Admittedly, with some hope of boosting my own yuletide karma, I had decided to fulfill two of her longtime desires in one evening.
Each December, my wife and I penned wishlists for one another—detailing any number of our individual erotic fantasies. Then, on the night before Christmas, we each received an early gift: the realization of one of those very fantasies.
“Mmm, someone has been naughty!” Julie declared excitedly as she tore open the package, fishing out two sets of fuzzy red-and-white handcuffs. “Ooh, and a blindfold! … So, my dear—any last requests?”
I offered no resistance.
She straddled my torso, calmly tying the fabric over my eyes before cuffing my wrists to the bedposts. “Be right back, sexy,” my wife purred as she hopped off the bed, her voice disappearing down the hall. “Almost forgot *your* present!”
I tried to mentally index my wishlist, wondering what she could be retrieving.
A video camera, perhaps?
Lube, for anal…?
My mind painted vivid pictures, as I stared helplessly into blackness.
Julie returned after several long moments and, without a word, tugged my boxers off, leaving me completely exposed. Creamy-soft hands crept up my legs, to my thighs—then, unannounced, my penis was quickly devoured into delightfully warm, moist surroundings.
“Ohh, my GOD, Julie,” I groaned. “Yes, baby, that feels nice…”
She murmured contentedly around my cock, bobbing her head in a slow, deliberate rhythm. I longed to reach down and snatch her by the hair.
“Julie—ohhh baby, yes!” I was interrupted by jolts of pleasure. “What—oh, FUCK!— … what did you go and get just now?”
“I told you, silly,” she replied matter-of-factly. “I was getting your present.”
I wondered how she had spoken so clearly, despite having my fairly generous manhood lodged in her mouth.
Then it hit me.
Someone *else* was in our bed—and was sucking me off quite wonderfully.
Julie laughed, a deviously sultry laugh, as the strange woman expertly slid my entire length into her throat, flicking her tongue out to tease my balls.
“Oh my gosh—I cannot believe you can take the whole *thing*!” my wife professed in admiration. “You have to give me some pointers…”
With a muffled giggle, the woman slowly drew her lips off of me. She continued twisting her hand smoothly up and down my slick member, preserving its rigidity.
“It’s a little harder when they’re this big,” spoke a sexy voice I could not place. “But I can see why you two get along so well!” Her words echoed in my head—someone who knew us both…?
The anonymous velvet lips plunged back down onto my throbbing pole, causing me to cry out with unexpected pleasure. The girl was merciless: her tongue danced across the head of my hypersensitive cock, eliciting a steady drool of pre-cum as I squirmed and struggled vainly against my restraints.
She shifted, sliding her tongue down the underside of my shaft, kissing and nibbling at my sensitive scrotum. One at a time, she took my balls into her mouth, nimbly swirling her tongue around each before repeating the process over again. I thought I’d reached peak gratification when, without warning, a second silky mouth suddenly engulfed my rock-hard erection.
I knew it must be Julie.
My temporary blindness allowed sharper focus on those senses unaffected:
throaty moans, and wet smacking of lips;
a heady blend of sensuous perfumes;
incredible tactile sensations, lavished on my sex organs by two spirited providers—
despite my best efforts at restraint, a towering climax was barreling down on me.
My breathing became ragged as my hips thrust off the bed involuntarily. Both women could undoubtedly sense my impending orgasm; neither gave hint of relenting.
“Fuuuck, yes! …ohh, don’t stop…” I blathered desperately, “Ohhhh God, please don’t stop, here it comes…”
My balls tightened as muscles in the base of my cock tensed, and before I realized it, my orgasm was smashing through me like a pile driver. Bursts of white-hot fluid exploded from the tip of my pulsating cock, over and over, my wife moaning as she worked to swallow the viscous torrent.
“OHH YES, AHHH—!” my voice gave out, as I struggled to maintain consciousness in midst of the most intensely powerful ejaculation I had ever experienced. My hands were white-knuckled fists; my toes curled painfully hard. As the spasms finally subsided, the pair continued to nurse lovingly on my ravished flesh. Thoroughly drained in all regards, I drifted into a deep, peaceful slumber.
When I awoke, the handcuffs and blindfold had vanished; expectedly, so had the mystery woman.
I would probably never find out who she was.
Dragging myself out of bed, I pulled on my robe, and stumbled to the living room, arriving to find my wife curled up on the couch—quite captivated with something on TV.
“‘Morning, sleepyhead,” Julie greeted me warmly, without looking up from the screen. “The best part is coming up—wanna watch with me?”
I rubbed the sleep from my eyes. “What? ‘The Grinch’ again?”
“Actually, no,” she smiled wickedly. “This one was made a little more recently…”
I shook my head: “I’m not big on Christmas movies—”
The picture on the screen stopped me in my tracks; Julie laughed heartily.
“No? … What about Christmas *Eve* movies?”
evolluisionist
December 20, 2013here is my entree
http://evolluisionist.deviantart.com/art/Naughty-and-Nice-421108640
Naughty or Nice 😀
enjoy 🙂
Klon
December 20, 2013My entry. Naughty…naughty…Naughty Santa Girl! http://uploads.im/y6ob2.jpg
Chinsen
December 20, 2013I didn’t have alot of time but been able to squeeze an image out before the end of the contest 😛 Gift of Giving
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lorddaroth
December 19, 2013For ‘Naughty or Nice’
I have no idea how well this do considering it’s not 3D, but hell I couldn’t miss this
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poruporuporu
December 19, 2013Because this competition has reignited my passion for drawing, here’s one last entry:
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This time it’s the gift of giving (yourself)
Lawrence
December 18, 2013Another entry. For those dickgirls lovers…Naughty or Nice
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reddkup
December 18, 2013Heres my entry focusing on the theme of “gift of giving” enjoy!
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Nerddesign
December 16, 2013Okay, here is my contribution, Oria and Onna.
http://www.the-naughty-princess.net/wp-content/gallery/special/christmas_special01.jpg
Nerddeisgn
December 16, 2013Forgot it, theme is “gift of giving”.
blamecoco
December 16, 2013“I don’t think I can do it all myself this year” the old man sighed. He checked the list again. Exasperated, he turned to his wife, “I’ve done the numbers, there are just too many, I don’t think I can make it.”
“Nicholas, It can’t be that bad, last year you finished in record time” Mary reassured him. “There must be something you overlooked,” she continued without looking up from her knitting.
“Well, I could cut down the list by thirty percent,” Santa looked up from the list, crestfallen, “but only if I don’t visit the Naughty.”
“What?!” Mrs Claus exclaimed, her half finished knit stocking thrown to the floor as she jumped from her chair.
“I know I shouldn’t but wha-,”
“Shouldn’t? You cant! And you know it,” she cut him off, “Even the Naughty need Christmas.”
“But they’re just going to get coal anyway and we could use that coal here, it certainly gets cold.” He struggled, trying to convince himself more than anyone. Mrs Claus crossed her arms and glared at him. “I know, but…” he sighed in resignation. “Fine, but what do you suggest? I got nothing sweetheart.”
“The elves?”
“I’d trust them as far as I could throw them.”
Mary smirked, “You could throw them pretty far.”
“Ha ha,” he replied. “Any real ideas?”
“What about me? I know how everything works,” she explained. “Not to mention, I’m a third your age. I could probably do the whole list by myself in half the time It takes you.”
“You certainly have the energy for it.” Santa winked knowingly at his youthful wife. Mary blushed and winked back. Rejuvenated, Santa walked over and pulled her into a hug. “Maybe this can work, but we’ve got some work to do to get you Santa-ready,” he said as he picked her up and threw her over his shoulder. “And I know just where we should begin your training,” Santa declared as he carried her to their bedroom. Mary giggled in delight, she hoped her ‘training’ was very thorough indeed.
***
Mrs Claus was making great time, nearly finished with her Naughty list. It was depressing only giving away coal though, maybe next year she could deliver to the Nice instead. Mary smiled at the thought as she found the stocking she was looking for over the fireplace, red with a white ‘Sayako’ along the rim. Grabbing coal from her bag she began filling the stocking to the brim.
“If it isn’t Santa himself.” A smug voice sounded from behind her. Mary froze, she was wearing one of Santa’s old suits, trimmed down considerably of course. She heard the click of a lamp as the room was illuminated. “Why don’t you turn around Santa, so we can discuss last years gifts face to face.” Mary, still frozen in place hesitated.”Come now Santa, lets be professionals about this.”
Mary sighed and slowly turned around. In the corner of the room sat a stunningly attractive woman in a tight white robe. The robe, stressed to its limit, could barely contain the woman’s substantial bosom. Mary couldn’t take her eyes off the the raven haired woman.
“You’re not Santa,” the woman stated in confusion. She shot up from her chair, her breasts forcing her robe loose revealing more generous cleavage. “Who the hell are you!?” she roared. The woman’s gaze dropped to Mary’s hand, “and why the hell are you filling my stocking with coal!?”
“I am Mrs Claus.” Mary professed, now finally regaining her composure. “And the reason I’m giving you coal, Sayako, is because you were naughty this year, ” she said defiantly. “Maybe you should’ve thought about that before you were bad all year!” Mary, now feeling like the one in control crossed her arms and smirked.
“Naughty, huh?” Sayako questioned, she moved her hands down to her robe’s sash. “Is there any way to change that?” She said as she slowly drew a finger up through her cleavage to her full, pouty lips.
“No, its way too late for that. I guess you’ll have to try har-,” Mary stopped, abruptly silenced by the lewd image in front of her. Sayako had slowly pulled her knotted sash apart, letting the robe slip to the floor. Mary’s eyes slowly traced Sayako’s completely nude form, the breasts that were hidden now freely hanging in the open. Mary’s gaze continued down to Sayako’s flat, toned stomach, then to… Mary gasped, unable to believe what she was seeing. Dangling between Sayako’s thighs was, she couldn’t believe it, a penis. Not just an ordinary penis, this was huge, it was flaccid and it still hung more than halfway down her thigh. Mary couldn’t stop staring, her mind filling with ideas involving that wondrous cock, where to put it, how to lick it. A voice broke into her daydream, and she regretfully tore her gaze away from that beauty.
“How about now, is there a way to put me on the Nice list?” Sayako grasped her cock, stroking it, coaxing it to hardness. She started strutting towards Mary, her breasts bouncing, her cock slowly engorging. Sayako licked her lips, “I can be very nice,” she moaned.
“The List is s-sacred, it cant be ch-changed,” Mary stammered, her mind reeling. Sayako came to a stop in front of Mary, penis fully erect, its head pressing against Mary’s stomach.
Sayako sighed, “If it’s sacred.” She started rubbing her cock on Mary’s suit. “I should get an early start on next year’s then.”
***
Santa Claus was done for the night, cleaning the sleigh before finally heading for a well deserved rest. He looked up and saw the second sleigh come in for a landing next to his own. She made it through the night at least, thats good, he thought to himself.
“HO HO HO HONEY. Merry Christmas!” Santa exclaimed. “How was your first time delivering?”
Mary slowly stepped off the sleigh, looking haggard and disheveled.
“Oh, you look absolutely worn out honey. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea, maybe I should be delivering alone next year.”
“NO!” She erupted. Nick stared, dumbfounded. Mary clarified, “My first time was a bit rough, but I can do the Naughty list again next year. Trust me, I want to.”
“I knew you’d be brilliant!” Nick gushed. “Why don’t you go clean up and get ready for bed.” She smiled and headed for the door. “One other thing dear,” Mary turned back to her husband. “Maybe lay off the eggnog next time. I know the ride is bumpy, but you spilled it all over your suit!” Santa laughed. Mary chuckled and ran out the door.
“AND HOW DID YOU GET IT IN YOUR HAIR?!”
blamecoco
December 17, 2013Oops. I forgot to mention my theme as well. My above entry was based on the “Naughty or Nice” theme. ^_^
poruporuporu
December 16, 2013Heres mine. Decided to draw this one. Was funner than expect.
Theme: Naughty or Nice.
http://s0.uploads.im/uEtSy.jpg
Lawrence
December 16, 2013Another entry:
Naughty or Nice
http://uploads.im/nUfKr.jpg
Lawrence
December 14, 2013My third entry:
Gift of Giving
http://uploads.im/zcPNA.jpg
shade78
December 14, 2013My entry. Naughty Santa Girl
http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qnEcmUmyyPw/Uqv7frWGJ8I/AAAAAAAAAEs/vHT0C1KcszA/s1600/55s.jpg
gazukull
December 13, 2013http://s0.uploads.im/I9o1H.jpg
Gazukull!
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August 31, 2016I’m grateful you made the post. It’s cleared the air for me.
gazukull
December 16, 2013Naughty or Nice??
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December 20, 2013Both? Nice entry!
Lawrence
December 13, 2013My second entry…
Gift of Giving
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aguinness
December 13, 2013Here is my first entry, “The Collar’s Gift:”
Lena heard the door knock loudly. It was her day off during the holidays, so she thought to catch up and maybe do some shopping, or perhaps treat herself a little bit. The knocking interrupted her, so she went down to see what was up. Wearing a casual blouse and skirt with stockings, she went to the door and looked through the peephole. There was nobody there, a rather curious result, given how loud the knocking was and how it clearly came from her door.
Lena opened the door and poked her head out. Looking down both sides of the hallway, she saw nobody. However, looking down, she saw a small dark gray box, wrapped in ribbon. A surprise gift? It was also unusual, for the label on the ribbon said “Lena,” with the back saying “Open ASAP.” That seemed strange, being given a gift before Christmas, but she went with it. She brought it into her bedroom.
Opening the box, Lena found another box, round and somewhat wooden. Atop was a note. She opened it up, not recognizing the handwriting. It read:
“Hello, Lena.
Are you ready to wake up? You’ll know what I mean soon enough. You’ve wanted this for a very long time. Consider this your early gift for being so nice this year. Open this, take what’s inside, and wear it. Enjoy yourself. And remember: The ultimate gift is not what’s inside, but what you become with it. Awaken, Lena. <3xxx<3"
Lena smirked. Whoever this person was, they sounded a bit crazy, but they're right about one thing: She was really nice this year. Volunteering at local charities, helping out friends in need, kind to everyone she knew. The list goes on. Still, she is not sure what "waking up" meant, and she felt no need for rewards.
Lena opened the wooden box. Inside was a collar, v-shaped and titanium with platinum features, and some lining within. She would have thought it was a necklace, except there was a ring in front, and also a silver leash attached. Fascinated by the object, she thought it would fun to put it on. She lifted her hair, wrapped the collar around the lower part of her neck, and closed it with a click, all the while unwittingly biting her lip. The collar was perfectly snug with her neck, and didn't chafe as she tugged and felt the lining with her fingers.
After putting it on, Lena looked in the mirror, and smiled. The collar looked amazing on her, something that she could wear to a fancy event. She responsively danced around her room, giggling at her movements and tugging at the leash.
Then a strong pang hit her from within, making her stumble. At first, it sounded like someone was calling to her. The pang hit again, and she realized it was a command: A command to stop. Lena stopped.
The voice became clearer. Stand up straight. Lena straightened herself. Sit down, legs open wide. She did precisely that in front of her mirror. Feeling slightly exposed despite wearing panties, she actually felt turned on by these events.
Remove your blouse, slowly. Lena did as the voice inside her head told her, panting heavily. She wondered if someone else was ordering her around as she did, and became wet at the very idea of it. As she slipped off her blouse, she realized she had forgot to put on a bra, and felt her nipples harden in sight of her reflection.
Stand up, and remove everything below the waist. Lena got up and began to remove her skirt. Faster. She yanked it down and began working on the garter and stockings. Faster! She pulled down her garter and stockings with such force that a few hooks flew off from the pull. "FASTER!" She thoughtlessly ripped off her panties with such intensity that she came a little at the action. That's when she realized: The voice was her own. She smiled.
From then on, Lena thoughtlessly uttered every command, moving around naked except for her gold collar, the wetness between her legs expanding. Lie on the ground. Play with your tits. Finger yourself, pussy in the air. Harder. Harder! STOP! Pinch your clit. Harder. STOP! Lena loved this roller coaster of sensual heat, and did as she told herself. As she panted with each moan and command, she realized she always liked the feeling of being ordered around like this, but was too nice to embrace it. She understood what "the ultimate gift" was: Her true desires.
The stop-and-go nature of these commands, somehow inherent in her, made her writhe in pleasure until her body felt like it would burst into flames. Yet she kept pushing her limit as much as she could, with her obedience pushing it even further. Finally, as she neared her peak, she heard in her head a simple command:
"Awaken, pet."
Lena uttered in response, "I'm a pet."
With that, Lena came with such intensity, she bucked like a rodeo cowboy on the ground, holding on to her clit for dear life while riding it. She felt herself melting in the shock and joy of her new…no, awakened identity.
Sometime later, Lena got up. She heard a knock on the door. She knew what to do. It did not matter who was on the other side of the door, she knew them to be her master, and she was their willing gift. Lena had gone from a nice girl receiving a gift to becoming the gift of a very naughty pet in a very short time. It was rather surprising. But as she walked to her likely master, she understood what the note meant: The collar wasn't the gift, the collar gave her the gift of becoming someone's sexual pet. She opened the door to her destiny with a smile.
Lawrence
December 11, 2013Here is my submit:
Gift of Giving
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Lawrence
December 10, 2013Hi and congratulations for the contest. How can I submit my 3D scan to the contest?
Thanks Supro!!
Supro
December 10, 2013Upload the pic to a site and then paste the url in a comment here. That’s all. 🙂
junctionboy
December 8, 2013Below is my entry for the Xmas contest. It is a short story titled “Lauren and Naomi’s Naughty Christmas Eve”
Normally Lauren wouldn’t be looking forward to Christmas, but she had a feeling this year would be different. Lately, she felt a connection with her new neighbor Naomi. Naomi had moved into the apartment across the hall a month ago. They became friends instantly, but Lauren wondered if maybe there was more to it.
Lauren returns home from work and heads to the bedroom to put her plan into action. She puts on a tight fitting pair of Christmas red latex boyshorts. They have a small peephole in the front for her cock and balls. She poses in the mirror. Her cock hangs beautifully, almost touching her knee. As she turns to check out her ass, she looks over her shoulder to catch a glimpse. Her ass is sublime, her cock hangs heavy between her legs.
She puts on a black dress that ties behind her neck … It has a deep plunging v-neck that goes right to her naval and barely covers her breasts. She grabs Naomi’s gift and walks across the hall to knock on Naomi`s door. After a few seconds the door opens.
“Hi Lauren, Merry Christmas … come in”, says Naomi. “Wow, you look amazing by the way … are you heading to a Christmas party”, asks Naomi.
“Not tonight, it’s a new dress, I wanted to see what you thought, do you like it?” says Lauren coyly.
“Are you kidding, you look super-hot. Is that for me?” says Naomi referring to the gift in Lauren’s hand.
“It is. Merry Christmas!“ Lauren replies as she hands her the beautifully wrapped box. Naomi opens her present, “Oh My! It’s gorgeous, I love it!” It’s a beautiful silk robe. Lauren knew she didn’t have to, but the gift was as much for her as it was for Naomi. “I have a gift for you too, come sit.” says Naomi as she walks toward her bedroom. Naomi returns and to Lauren’s surprise, she is wearing her new robe. Naomi does a little pirouette and says “What do you think?
“It looks great, do you like it?”, replies Lauren.
“I love it, the silk feels great against my skin.”, says Naomi.
“Naomi, I have something to tell you” Lauren says as she lowers her head nervously, readying herself for the rejection. A few seconds pass before Naomi says “Oh, and what’s that?”
Lauren looks up and what she saw next confirmed all she had dreamed about. Naomi had untied the sash of her robe, revealing Lauren’s present, a foot long cock wrapped in a big red bow.
“Do you like your present, I wrapped it myself. You’ve been so nice to me since I moved in, you deserved something naughty. Why don’t you unwrap it and see if it fits” says Naomi suggestively. Lauren rises off the couch, reaches behind her neck and unties her dress. The dress falls to the ground and Naomi gasps as she gazes upon the biggest cock she’s ever seen. Lauren walks toward Naomi and coos in her ear “If it’s too big, we’ll just have to make it fit won’t we”. She stands behind Naomi, brushes her hair aside and kisses the nape of her neck and slowly slips off her robe.
Lauren crouches in front Naomi and unties the bow. She starts licking Naomi’s shaft, working her tongue up and down her cock. Lauren stands up and they kiss, exchanging the precum from Naomi’s cock. Naomi grabs Lauren massive member. It is still flaccid. “We’ll have to do something about this” Naomi says. Lauren lies on the floor and Naomi straddles her 69 position.
They proceed to suck each other’s dicks, alternating between sucking and licking, fast and slow.
Naomi coaxes Lauren to the couch. Naomi is on top, fucking Lauren reverse cowgirl. After some deep vaginal and anal penetration, Naomi starts to ejaculate. With each thrush of Lauren’s cock, thick, hot layers of cum gush out and cascade down Naomi’s shaft. Lauren kneels in front of Naomi. There is a huge pool of cum about to drip from her balls which Lauren eagerly slurps up. Lauren cups her hands around the base of Naomi’s cock and slowly raises her hands up Naomi’s shaft until she reaches the top. Naomi releases her final jet of cum with a gasp. Lauren places her cupped hands at the tip of her own cock and slowly starts pulling her hands down her shaft, covering her cock with Naomi’s cum. Naomi whispers to Lauren “I have another present for you. As much as I love those undies, they’re gonna have to go if you want your next gift” . She kneels in front of Lauren and peels the undies off. Naomi pulls what appears to be a bracelet off her wrist, except it’s a cock ring. She slowly rolls the ring down Lauren’s massive shaft and the veins in her cock pop. Naomi says “I haven’t had a dick even half this size in my ass, I have to know how it feels”
Naomi positions herself up against the couch in pile driver position. Lauren pushes the head of her cock into Naomi’s ass and Naomi moans. Lauren’s cock bends as she forces her cock further into Naomi’s ass. After a couple of minutes of deep penetration, she pulls out. Naomi’s ass is gaping from taking such a massive payload. She continues to fuck her ass, dipping her cock in and out. Lauren starts cumming wildly. She points her cock at Naomi’s gaping asshole and sprays cum directly in her ass. In no time, Naomi’s ass is overflowing. Lauren keeps cumming, drenching Naomi’s pussy, balls and cock with cum. There’s so much cum it starts dripping down Naomi’s shaft and onto her face. After Lauren releases her last drop of cum, Naomi rises and kneels in front of her. She takes Lauren’s entire cock in her mouth and tightens her lips to roll the cock ring off.
scalhoun
December 7, 2013So i can make up characters? and write a poem as an entry? cool!! as long as the poem is 1000 words or more?
Supro
December 7, 2013Yep. As long as it stays within one of the themes. And is sexy. 🙂
rstarr14
December 10, 2013Didn’t the rules say 1000 word MAX? 1000 word minimum is quite different, just trying to clarify.
Supro
December 10, 2013Yeah. You’re right about that. I should’ve saw the “or more” part.
aguinness
December 7, 2013Question: Are multiple entries allowed? Have ideas for two entries…
Supro
December 7, 2013Yes. Though, we will only select one of the entries if chosen.
poruporuporu
December 7, 2013Just have a question, is it only 1 on 1 or can there be a threesome? like, Ayako, Sayako and Tara?
Supro
December 7, 2013It’s your choice. You also don’t have to stick with the three as the options are open for any character you want to use. 🙂
LCedarwrtoodExtraRichL
December 7, 2013I’ve written for other erotics, writing’s my thing but maybe 2d/3d funny stuff sometime. BDSM is prolly what I’m good at writing so mebe I will try if the rules on the BDSM subject are considered appropriate, or not. thanks for setting this up! /^^\
Lazy Fuck
December 6, 2013So is rough sex okay? Or does that count as violent? Also, are sisters out under illegal content as incest out of interest?
Supro
December 6, 2013Rough sex is fine as long as it’s consensual and they’re not hurting one another.
And sisters are fine. I mean, Ayako and Sayako have been doing it for years. 😀
aguinness
December 7, 2013…And we add yet another wrinkle to the miroverse
Raj
December 5, 2013-gets his brain thinking-
Yep. I’m going for the written contest again. I came pretty close with landing a place in the big halloween contest. I’ll try my luck again.