Chapter 1: The Sugar Plum Fairy

Clutching my cock with both hands, stroking it like the world is ending, I lay on my blankets. My eyes stay focused on my enormous 4k television (the one I’d struggled to mount on the wall just for this purpose) as I watch the beautiful blonde woman riding the monstrous cock of some dude whose face was off camera.

The video is from that guy’s point of view. He might have been a plumber or a rich guy ramming his babysitter, but as far as I could care, it’s my cock slipping in and out of her clean-shaven pussy.

Her skin has a rich glowing tan, and the stark difference between the man’s skin and her sun-kissed warmth is delightful. The camera switches to show her jiggling backside. She’s riding him hard and fast as he plays with her ass, revealing her enticing asshole. He presses his thumb into it.

She smiles at his antics, looking over her shoulder at the camera, right into my heart, before she lets out a moan that fills me with aching need. I can almost feel all the pleasure racing up and down her spine, the pleasure the man must surely be undergoing as this bronze goddess renews her efforts.

She bounces her ass even harder now, throwing in a mesmerizing sway with her hips. Her ass cheeks jiggle out of control. I would give anything to spend just a few moments with her. To press my cock into her while I kissed her, while she moaned for me.

With a heavy sigh, I keep my eyes locked on hers and let go.

Cum spurts out of me, straight into the air before plopping back down on my belly, my thighs. A hot sticky mess, I catch my breath. The good feeling seems to evaporate as my cock softens in my grip. The woman is still going, but I’ve found my high. I could finally get some sleep tonight.

I clap my hands to turn on the lights. Then I press the power button on the remote and shut off the porn. My body is still hot, my heart rate still accelerated, but I can feel the bliss pounding in my skull. It's all fake though. I know that. And it sucks. I try not to think about that. I just want to feel good. Is that too much to ask for?

Grabbing a tissue to wipe myself dry, I get up for a glass of cold water. Have to stay hydrated.

My phone vibrates on the table. It’s Eva, my neighbor from across the street. Calling again. She’d actually come by earlier today to invite me to the impromptu Christmas party she was throwing at her place.

I said no. Why? It’s not because I didn’t like her. In fact, I’ve had a crush on her since I moved here after graduating. And I’m pretty sure she knows. I’d always wait for her to get her mail before getting mine so that I could wave to her. And we’ve often driven each other into the city since we worked in the same building. But nothing ever happened between us.

When we met, she was dating some jock. Now she’s single, and I don’t think I’m ready to commit. It’s so much easier to dream about a relationship than to actually be in one. That’s why I prefer porn.

I collapse onto my bed and flick the TV back on, only to be greeted by the same blonde woman, still riding that cock. The camera now going in for a close-up shot of her ass. She’s a fine looking woman, but I feel ashamed now. Besides, Eva is prettier on the eyes. She has big tits, a nice waist, and an ethnically ambiguous beauty about her.

“You would know if you could hold just one meaningful conversation with her,” says a soft voice from beside my ear.

I jump right out of my bed. Giggling ensues above.

“Who’s there?” Slowly, I climb back up the side, raising my arms in front of me in a defensive stance. That’s when I spot her, sitting on my headboard. A woman.

“Well, hello there.” She wiggles her bare feet and smiles.

I stand up so fast, the room spins for a moment. I cover my cock with both hands, blushing. “Who the hell are you? How did you get in here?” How long was she watching?

She shrugs and spreads her legs, revealing a purple pair of lace panties. She’s in a tiny strapped dress that reveals her breasts. The cloth frays up around her waist, leaving her pale thighs in view. Her hair is whiter than the snow outside, and she’s wearing purple lipstick. Her eyes are the same bright shade. She blinks at me, tilting her head this way and that as if she were sizing me up.

“What are you doing here?” I ask when she doesn’t respond. I bend down quickly and grab my hoodie from where I dropped it after coming home. I realize I’d have to lift both my hands over my head to get it on. She notices me pause.

“That’s okay, sweetheart,” she says, tapping her lips with one finger. “I just saw you jack off for twenty minutes. You don’t have to hide that beautiful cock from me.”

I stare in horror at her victorious smile. Then I turn around and pull the hoodie on. It goes just low enough to cover my crotch, but I can’t find my pants anywhere.

“Relax.” She moves to my pillow, sitting down on it with her legs crossed. I can see the outline of her womanhood through the thin cloth of her panties.

“Are you going to tell me who you are?” I ask, a little breathless as she massages her breasts.

“I hoped that would be quite obvious,” She waves her hand, and snowflakes fall from thin air. They glitter before dissolving on my blankets. “The color? The sweet body? Christmas time?”

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“Are you an elf?”

She snorts, her white hair bouncing. “An elf? You have your holiday mythology all screwy in there, don’t you?”

“I don’t really celebrate much,” I tell her, getting angry now. I have to keep my hoodie down with one hand, stretching it to avoid any accidental slips. How the hell did she get inside? How did she watch me without me knowing?

“That’s cause you’re a little creep.” She pats her breasts with both hands before pulling down her top to reveal them. “You like what you see?”

“You’re one to talk,” I say, but my cock twitches a little, and I let go of my hoodie, letting my hard-on spring free.

She steps off the bed and floats over to me. She’s about a half foot shorter, yet I still step back. She giggles again before covering herself. “I’m the Sugar Plum Fairy, sweetheart. And I’m here to make your holidays all sugary and nice.”

“What?” I step back again cause she’s eyeing my cock like she’s hungry or something. Not going to lie, but it’s seriously turning me on. She snaps her fingers. My hoodie vanishes and, before I can blink, my cock is in her hands. She’s cupping my balls in her palms and cooing like it’s her little pet. This time I don’t step back; her hands feel velvety soft and warm.

“You ever watched A Christmas Carol?” she asks, rubbing my length with her thumbs. She looks up at me and leans in so that I can look down her cleavage. “It’s basically going to be like that.”

“So you’re a ghost?” I ask, my voice low now that she’s holding me like that. An actual woman is touching my cock. “But, I’m not rich or greedy or anything.”

“Oh?” She kneels down, leveling her chin with my cock “But you are so well endowed here.”

I shudder as I feel her breath on me. “What are  you doing?”

“Aw, the poor little man who’s hornier than everyone else but doesn’t have the courage to ask a woman to dance.” She licks her lips. “And would a ghost be able to do this?” She plants a loud kiss on the very tip of my cock.

I shut my eyes and groan. “Okay, so you’re not a ghost.”

“You’re quite the looker.” The way she says it, I get the feeling she’s talking about my cock. She smiles when I glance down. “Your face isn’t half bad either. So why would a sweet little rascal like you turn down an invitation from the very attractive lady next door?”

Her words make me tense up, and she notices it cause she grasps my balls like ornaments and gives me a light squeeze. “Relax. I’m here to fix all your problems.”

“How are you going to do that?” I wince as she pulls my balls gently.

She studies my cock, turning it one way then another. Then she taps her pouty lips with it as if deep in thought. “Well in the famous Christmas story, which you should read if you’ve only watched the movie, the old geezer gets visited by three ghosts who show him visions for him to reflect on.”

“So I’m going to get visited by three ghosts?” I ask. Ghosts? I’m not dealing with no ghosts.

“More or less.” She lets go of me and straightens up, and I almost beg her to touch me again. This time I don’t cover myself, and she smirks. “Let me go fetch the first one for you.” Then she quickly bends over in front of me and plops a kiss on my cock. “Tell you what? If you behave tonight, I will give you quite the special present.”

I almost ask her to stay down there just a bit longer, but she bounces away.

She winks before blowing me a kiss. Then she turns around and vanishes in a flurry of snowflakes.

The instant she’s gone, I sit down on the floor. “What the fuck?” I whisper out loud. Am I dreaming? Have I been drugged? Is she going to give me a special present?

I feel my cock and find the slight trace of wetness, the saliva from her kiss. This is for real. The sugar plum fairy was just in my room playing with my cock. Someone knocks on my door, and I almost cum in my hands.

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