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9 stories of holiday-themed naughty erotica! Strangers at the ball, Santa and his elves, Cupid, and more all give it good and rough to bad girls. Get the collection and save!An erotic short collection featuring holiday-themed encounters.This Set Includes:Candy Gets CanedComing for CupidCream for ChristmasCuckold ChristmasHannah’s Hucow HolidayHarvest BallNew Year’s BallSanta Bred Me Rough!Yule Ball

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JADE BLEU EROTIC HOLIDAY COLLECTION 2016

JADE BLEU

9 stories of holiday-themed naughty erotica! Strangers at the ball, Santa and his elves, Cupid, and more all give it good and rough to bad girls. Get the collection and save!

Includes:

Candy Gets Caned

Coming for Cupid

Cream for Christmas

Cuckold Christmas

Hannah’s Hucow Holiday

Harvest Ball

New Year’s Ball

Santa Bred Me Rough!

Yule Ball

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An erotic short collection featuring holiday-themed encounters.

Genre: Erotica/ Holiday /Anthology

Length: Around 18,511 words

Copyright © 2017 by Jade Bleu

First eBook Publication: December 2017

Cover design by Jade Bleu

All cover art and logo copyright © 2017 by Jade Bleu

ALL RIGHTS RESERVED: This literary work may not be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, including electronic or photographic reproduction, in whole or in part, without express written permission.

All characters and events in this book are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead is strictly coincidental.

ABOUT THE E-BOOK YOU HAVE PURCHASED: You do not have the right to distribute or resell this book without the prior written permission of the author. This book cannot be copied in any format, sold, or otherwise transferred.

CONTENTS

Candy Gets Caned

Coming for Cupid

Cream for Christmas

Cuckold Christmas

Hannah’s Hucow Holiday

Harvest Ball

New Year’s Ball

Santa Bred Me Rough!

Yule Ball

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CANDY GETS CANED

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Naughty girl gets a spanking and more from hot St. Nick!

Candy has been rather adventurous in bed this year, and Santa has been watching every naughty move! Come Christmas Eve, he pays her a visit to offer a spanking and a special stocking stuffer to punish her for making him suffer all year. An erotic short featuring a bad girl spanking, peppermint cane fun, snowy facial, and a twin Santa DP treat on Christmas Eve.

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I had no clue where the giant, fat candy cane had come from, nor what possessed me to do the naughty thing I did with it. But there it was, long and hard, sitting beneath the tree. I picked up the plastic-wrapped cane and hefted its weight in my hand, and suddenly, kneeling there on the plush sheepskin rug, I had a wicked impulse to put that thick shaft where it would do the most good.

Being a chilly Christmas Eve, I had my flannel jammies on, and I had to unzip the seat flap to expose my bare behind. Straddling the rug tummy down, I closed my eyes and pretended a sexy man was in front of the tree with me, letting me ride his candy cane. Reaching between my legs, I found myself already wet just thinking about it, so the thick, straight peppermint cane slipped inside my cunt with relative ease.

I wriggled on that soft rug, the scent of pine from the tree in my nostrils while I plunged that stick inside me over and over. My body heated, my breasts sweating inside the flannel while I moaned and gave myself a dirty little Christmas fuck.

That’s when I heard the noise.

I flipped over and gasped in shock at the sight of the man standing in my living room by the fireplace. There was little doubt as to who he pretended to be, between the fur-trimmed red coat and pants, hat, and boots. But this was no jolly old St. Nick. This Santa stood there, tall and lean, russet hair gleaming in the lights of the tree as he stared down at me.

I sat upright to cover my exposed ass end and hid the candy cane behind me.

“Holy shit, who are you?” I asked. “How the hell did you get in here?”

“You know who I am.”

My heart pounded as I gazed up at him. “I’ve never seen you before.” I’d have remembered if I had seen a gorgeous hunk of meat like him. Long hair spilling over broad shoulders, gleaming green eyes, sexy lips that curved upward as he took in the sight of me.

“You’ve been a naughty girl this year,” he said, taking a step forward. “I’m here to decide what I should do about it.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

The candy cane still in the hands clasped behind my back vanished and appeared in his hand. He raised it to his nose and sniffed. “Don’t you?”

“I’ll scream if you come near me.”

“You’ll scream, all right.” His tongue flicked out and licked my pussy juice from the wrapper. “I’ll have you screaming my name.”

My stomach fluttered at the way he looked at me while he tasted me.

“But first,” he said, pointing that incriminating candy cane at me, “I’ll have to put you over Santa’s lap.”

A golden chair with red velvet upholstery materialized right in front of me, and I flung myself backward, knocking a ball off the Christmas tree. His boot steps were heavy on the floor as he came over and sat down. Big feet, big dick, I thought to myself. My pussy still ached, my clit pulsing from the near-climax this sexy version of Santa had interrupted.

He was maybe a foot away from me now, and he held up that wide peppermint stick while he peeled off the wrapper.

“What were you doing with this when I got here?”

He knew damn good and well, I know he did. I’d been fucking myself with it like a little slut. But I shook my head. “Nothing.”

“Really. Just like you’ve been doing nothing every night when you’re naked and alone under your sheets?”

I blinked. “How would you know what I do at night?”

“I see you when you’re sleeping.” He leaned back and rubbed that wide cane against the bulge in his suit that was lengthening along one thigh. “And when you’re supposed to be sleeping, but you’re doing something else instead.”

He’d made the candy cane jump from my hand to his and had materialized a chair out of nothing. It had to be Santa, or else I was having a super detailed, horny hallucination. And about then, I decided I didn’t care which it was.

I got up on my knees. “I haven’t been able to help myself,” I said, reaching between my legs. The flap of my jammies hung down to my knees, and I pulled it aside to bare my snatch. “I’ve been so horny all year, and I don’t know why.”

“Take off your pajamas.”

My hands shaking, I unzipped the onesie and let it fall to the floor. I was naked beneath, and he took in the sight of me standing there by the tree with hunger in those fiery green eyes. His erection became more obvious, and he grabbed himself through his pants. At least, that’s what he was doing until, in the blink of an eye, his suit was gone.

In nothing now but his hat and boots, bare Santa flesh called to me. Every inch was muscled and gleaming, and his long, hard shaft sprang up, jerking and leaking drops of precum.

A whip handle appeared in one hand, red leather down to the tails. My cane was still in the other.

“Bend over my knees,” he ordered.

“Wh-what are you going to do?”

“Naughty girls need to be spanked.”

I swallowed hard, eying that whip in his hand.

“Take Santa’s spanking like a good girl and I’ll give you something better.”

With a shudder, I went over to him and positioned myself over his lap. My bare ass was up and exposed, and I felt him run the tails of the whip over that creamy flesh, tickling me, teasing me.

Then he reared up and brought the tails down with a whoosh of air. I jerked, the sting heating me instantly.

Other blow on my other cheek followed, and I gasped. Again he spanked me, my ass burning now, strike after strike.

“All year I’ve waited to do this,” he said, raining down another swat. “All year I’ve watched, cock in hand, while you’ve tortured me with this body.”

Every inch of my ass was on fire now, and I wriggled on his lap, crying out as he swatted me hard.

“I’m sorry, Santa! I’ve been so bad this year. Please, I promise not to do it again.”

It hurt like hell, but being naked and feeling that big cock pulsing and jerking beneath me, well, it did little to help the fact that I’d been halfway to orgasm when he’d first showed up.

Now when I squirmed, it was an attempt to get his dick closer to where I wanted it. The spanking stopped then, leaving my bottom throbbing in earnest. I felt him parting my legs, and I knew exactly what went between him. He was giving me that cane again.

The peppermint stick drove into my dripping pussy with a grunt on his part, and I gave a soft gasp of pleasure. Another candy cane appeared in front of me, smaller and curved on the end, more like a normal one.

“Lick this,” he ordered, and I obeyed. I got it good and wet, until the peppermint glistened.

What he did with it was not what I was expecting.

I felt it prodding my rear entrance, pushing into my puckered anal opening. I protested at first, but he pushed it in, filling both my holes with canes.

“Keep them in,” he said. “Get down and suck my cock.”

I slid off his lap, holding the bigger cane in with my hand, and grasped the straining, thickly veined shaft jutting up from his crotch. I licked the tip with fervor, treating it like another candy cane. I lapped along the length, teasing Santa’s rod. He pushed his hips upward, and when I didn’t take the hint, he grabbed my head and forced me down. His big meat filled my mouth, hitting my throat until I gagged. I didn’t care, just kept going, bobbing my head up and down, sucking like a greedy bitch. His balls were tight when I grazed them gently, but I was the one who tensed up when I felt the canes in my pussy and ass suddenly begin driving in and out.

At first I assumed it was Santa fucking me with the canes by magic, but then I reached down and felt strong, warm hands between my legs. I let go of his cock with a pop between my lips and turned around to see...Santa behind me. Not another one, but the same Santa, as though he’d split himself in two.

“I’m not stopping until you come,” he said, working the candy in and out. “Come on these sticks and I’ll drive my cocks inside you.

It was a bizarre turn of events, true, but no crazier than anything that had happened since I’d impaled myself with peppermint on the rug. I took Santa in my mouth again, sucking him for all I was worth during the double fucking of a lifetime. The St. Nick I was blowing reached down and grabbed my tits, full and firm, tweaking my nipples while I made wet, obscene sounds. I felt orgasm climbing, especially when he groaned and I felt the first bursts of cum charging up his shaft.