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Miracle on Slutty 4th Street Ch. 03

(This story is posted on the Literotica website. Do not repost anywhere else without the author's consent. For fans of my stories, they know what kinds of things to expect. This story deals with similar themes as the stories by wannabeboytoy, seducedHylas, and Dark Betrayal, namely cheating, betrayal, and heartbreak. If stuff like that isn't your cup of tea, then you probably shouldn't bother reading it. I do not condone any of these actions in real life. This is just a story. Enjoy.)

(Additional note for this series: EACH CHAPTER IN THIS SERIES CAN BE READ ON ITS OWN. Each chapter is self-contained, but if you do read the whole thing, some of the specific details will become clearer and more fleshed-out. Enjoy)


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(Chapter 3)

A bundled-up Lacey Allen bopped down the sidewalk with a huge grin on her face. Despite the blisteringly cold wind, and the snow making things slippery, and despite the prospect of talking to the meanest old man in the neighborhood, you couldn't get her down. That's what made her so appealing to others.

It also didn't hurt matters that she was stunningly good looking. The young fresh-faced blonde was absolutely gorgeous, with bright blue eyes, well-styled, shoulder-length blonde hair, and plump smooth lips, which were seemingly always turned up in a smile. She had a smooth, fair complexion, and just by looking at her face, you might see her as a woman who was too beautiful, too precious or fragile, to be real. If she was indeed real, you'd be so intimidated by her beauty and too fearful of somehow spoiling that beauty by your mere presence that you might be afraid to approach her.

But her body... her body was very inviting.

At times, it didn't seem possible for someone to be as absolutely gorgeous as Lacey. And it seemed downright unfair for her to be as stunning as she was and have the truly ridiculous body that she did. Her clean living and good habits led her to being very fit without really having to try, which was probably infuriating to her peers. She had a flat, fit belly, long firm legs, and a perfectly sculpted, upturned ass. That ass of hers... just wow. Round and juicy and immaculately shaped, it caught attention wherever she went. Heart-shaped and full, any item of clothing she wore simply highlighted it, clinging to the firm, perky, well-formed cheeks, while giving a hint of the delightful crevasse in between. Any man lucky enough to be walking behind her would see her heavenly rear end and be given a free show, watching it bounce and jiggle and shake side-to-side, imagining how amazing it would be to see her immaculate ass exposed for them.

But that wasn't even the best part of her.

It might seem unfair for a woman to be this gorgeous, and be so fit, and have such a perfect, mouth-watering ass. And on top of that, be so genuinely kind and friendly and sweet. So, to add on the fact that she had massive, perky double F-cup breasts, it was just... how could anyone be so perfect? She was perfect, and they were perfect. They were real, they were the size of melons, and they were jaw-droppingly firm and perky. They vaulted off her slim frame in almost cartoonish fashion, with almost zero sag. They were so massive and so firm that they rode close together, forming a natural cleft of eye-popping cleavage, while the outer sides of them remained visible from behind her. They were insanely big! They bounced and jiggled in whatever she wore, and while she didn't often wear many low cut tops, the times she did show skin left men practically drooling, hypnotized by the smooth flesh and immaculate cleavage they were seeing.

People often didn't take her seriously, based solely on her beauty and her outlandish body. They thought her to be dumb or a ditz or a bimbo, only to be shocked by the fact that she was whip-smart, well educated, and very informed of current events.

She was absolutely perfect.

She often got a lot of negative attention from the wrong kind of people, but she was talented at turning away that kind of stuff, both from drooling meatheads and enraptured shy guys alike. Unfortunately, she was so kind about it that it made all these guys want her more. She was not the type of girl to give away the goods easily, and only a lucky few had been allowed the glorious view that so many other guys wanted. Other girls wanted to dislike her, but she was just so friendly that that dislike came with great difficulty. You could try to hate her, and feel a bit jealous of her, but her infectious positivity and stunning beauty made it impossible to dislike her. Everyone just loved the beautiful 23-year-old, especially her husband Derrick.

A lot of men had fallen head over heels for her, from high school to college. But for some reason, she had chosen Derrick. He thanked whatever force brought them together. He himself was a handsome young man, but even he felt completely outclassed by his gorgeous wife. Derrick often felt unworthy of such a perfect woman, and he treated her like a princess, doing everything in his power not to blow it, even if that sometimes meant following along with some stuff he maybe wasn't so passionate about. But her passion was infectious, and she made him a believer about a great many things.

Lacey was a woman of passion and fierce determination. She stood up for her fellow students, some of them not even her friends, when a long tenured teacher was being unfair in terms of grading. She stood up against the dean of her college was raising parking rates when he promised not to. She dressed down the cocky quarterback of the college football team when he was talking smugly about cheating on his sweetheart of a girlfriend. And she did it without ever having to raise her voice or curse, speaking firmly and with fire and purpose. She was a girl who almost never cursed or lost her cool, even when she was at her most frustrated. Lacey was patient, sweet, and as kind as could be, but she was not one to be disregarded.

She'd stood up against a lot of really bad guys. Either old and cranky, rude and disrespectful, or blatantly corrupt.

But she'd never met anyone like Bruce.

He was the whole reason she was out so early in the morning. At the Christmas neighborhood meeting the night before she had promised to talk to him. He was being a bit of a Grinch, not doing anything to celebrate the holiday season when everyone else was. And this was a step too far for the young woman. Lacey loved Christmas! It was her favorite holiday. It combined everything she loved. Family. Joy. Kindness. Togetherness. Charity. Peace on Earth. And hey, even she wasn't above the joy at receiving presents. So, after this issue was brought to her attention, she said she would talk to the mean old man, and maybe convince him to at least participate in the fun and let a little joy and Christmas spirit into his heart.

Ever since she and her husband had moved into the area earlier in the year, they'd heard horror stories about this guy. They'd never actually talked to him, even though he lived two houses down from them on the other side of street. Apparently no one in the neighborhood got along with him, and whenever anyone tried talking to him he shut them down fast. He was notoriously unpleasant, and no one had a good thing to say about him. There were rumors about his past, none that could be substantiated. If he was divorced, if he had been in the military, if he had a criminal history, stuff like that. For the most part though, he kept to himself, and anything heard about him was gathered through the grapevine. And one of the things Lacey kept hearing was that he really became a real scrooge around Christmas, never decorating, never participating in any of the neighborhood events. Any attempts to include him were brushed aside very rudely. Any efforts to sneak some decorations onto his lawn were quickly and angrily destroyed. Clearly, he didn't want any part of the Christmas festivities, and to Lacey that just didn't make sense.

Because Christmas was the best.

So, she had this plan to talk to him as soon as she could, being that it was Christmas Eve, and any decorations she could convince him to put up would be last minute. But something would be better than nothing. She was very observant, so she knew what hours he typically worked, and she noticed quickly when he got home from work early in the morning. She knew the older man worked at the big 'North Pole' plant on the factory line, which explained his long hours, but it didn't align with his apparent hatred of all things Christmas. Nevertheless, she proceeded with her plan. She could see from her house that his car was in the driveway, so she opted to go over to his place now and maybe change his mind.

Clad in dark jeans, stylish snow boots, a purple poofy jacket, she made her way over. She had a cute beanie over her hair, one with little bangles hanging down, bouncing against her cheeks as she walked. As she made her way over she passed a pair of similarly bundled-up girls, looking very proud of themselves. Lacey smiled at them as they passed by. The wind was biting as she walked, and even though it was a short walk, she was already getting cold. Her gloved hands were stuffed in her pockets as she headed up towards Bruce's house.

It even looked foreboding, disregarding the man who lived there. Looking slightly run-down, with no lights and no decorations, it certainly wasn't approachable. Every other house in the neighborhood looked warm and inviting, despite their age, except this one. The paint was chipped. The wood looked worn. The blinds were closed, letting only a little light out from inside. The junky old-looking blue car in the driveway didn't help matters. Even the normally positive Lacey felt a small shiver of intimidation go through her.

But she was undeterred, and she marched up the snow-covered sidewalk up to the porch and up to the front door. Putting that bright, gorgeous smile on her face, wanting to present herself as nonconfrontational as she could, she pushed the doorbell button, and awaited the mean old man she'd heard so much about.

She'd only really seen him in passing, never having been formally introduced. She would wave when she saw him drive by, but he would never reciprocate. He was clearly hurting and lonely, so she figured that maybe a warm friendly face would get him to open up.

Hey, it was Christmas, the time for miracles. Wouldn't it be another to give a sad, angry old man a bit of light in his life? Let him know that he doesn't have to coop himself up. That he could put himself out there and be friends with people. Maybe he could make a new friend in Lacey, and then go from there.

Haha... she clearly didn't know what she was getting into.

Lacey smiled brightly as she heard some approaching footsteps from the other side of the door. The doorknob twisted, and the door was pulled open, and there in front of her stood the dreaded Bruce.

Lacey was surprised mostly by the fact that he was just a really big guy. Not fat, or anything like that, just really tall, and really built. He was like a brick wall, clad in work boots, thick denim jeans, and a red flannel shirt. Looking up at his face hidden in the shadows, Lacey got her first good look at him. Janet Winston had once described Bruce as 55 going on 70, and that much was true. He was an old man that carried himself like an even older man. Lacey couldn't imagine him as a younger person, like he was born 45. He... he wasn't exactly handsome, with sharp intimidating eyes, a big nose, scowling lips, and a bristly five-o-clock shadow. He had a short, straight military style haircut, black with specks of grey. That all being said, he did possess a gruff, square-jawed masculinity that did give him a certain appeal. But with the scowl affixed on his face at the young wife, there was little appeal to be had.

"What do you want?" he said brusquely, his voice deep and heavy but loud, his eyes clearly indicating his disinterest in whatever she had to say.

"Hi... I'm Lacey!" she said with pep. "I'm your neighbor! I was hoping to talk to you about Christmas decorations, and maybe if..." At this, he was immediately done with her, and quickly slammed the door in her face. She jumped in shock at this sudden move, and while she did feel a hint of intimidation, she was undeterred. Lacey reached forward and knocked on the door repeatedly with the side of her gloved fist, not stopping until she heard approaching footsteps. The door was ripped open suddenly, and there stood Bruce again, looking furious.

"What!?" he growled angrily, looking down at the shorter woman on his porch.

"I... I was hoping we could talk. About... about maybe you participating in the Christmas decorations. And then maybe you could fit in with the others in the neighborhood." Lacey stated with a kind smile. For a moment, they stood silent, her looking up at the ill-tempered older man as he looked her down.

"That sounds like those old buzzards talking," he said gruffly. "What are YOU doing here?" he said, looking her over. Appraising her.

"I wanted to talk about your Christmas decorations," she chirped again. "And maybe you don't get along with some of the other people in the neighborhood, but you've never talked to me, so I thought maybe you just needed to see a new friendly face to change your mind."

"Is this what you want to do right now?" he asked, as if he knew something she didn't. As if she was about to get into something she couldn't handle.

"Yeah! Of course!" she said, shrugging, not fully understanding the question.

His cold emotionless eyes looked at the friendly smiling face of hers, studying it for just a moment. Finally, his eyes twinkled with something she couldn't quite place, and he suddenly stepped back, opening his door to her. Smiling lightly, and a bit surprised, she stepped forward into the older man's home. Looking at the young wife as she stepped inside, he pushed the door shut, stared her down for a good long moment, and then stepped away, moving into the house. He walked in a very stiff manner, standing fully straight and tall, with no fluidity or laziness. Like a robot or a machine.

It was clear that this was a place that had never had a woman's touch, as it looked very much like a man's house. No frills. Few decorations. Practically everything there was for utility, not for show. This sparseness made her feel slightly nervous, as it felt so impersonal and unwelcoming. He remained silent as he led her deeper into his home, only adding to the tension of the moment.

They emerged into the living room, and it was very dim, sparse, and unwelcoming. There was an old, ugly, green couch in the center, with a big well-worn recliner on the far side of it. On the other side of the room was a short, wide wooden shelf which supported a large flat-screen TV, currently playing some action movie. The walls were scant like the rest of the house, and the floor was covered with an old looking brown carpet. Finding the house to be quite warm temperature-wise, Lacey pulled the winter hat off her head and pocketed it before unzipping her coat. As she did, she began looking around the house some more.

As Bruce moved towards his chair, Lacey realized she was in a spot in the house where she could see a bit of everything. The far side of the living room opened on the right to the kitchen, looking very empty, white, and as unflashy as possible. The dim light of an old bulb lit the room in an unwelcome light. On the opposite side of the living room, beyond the TV, was a hallway leading to the rest of the house. On the far end of the hall was a bathroom, and on either side of the hall were rooms. On one side was his bedroom, where a big dark black bed and some plain wooden dressers were set up. Opposite that was a room that appeared to be a small home gym, which housed a weight bench, a treadmill, and some other exercise equipment. On the walls were some posters, and from what she could see, they weren't so much decorative as they were pornographic photos of large breasted naked women. Lacey looked away, a little embarrassed to have seen something so private.

As she moved to look like she hadn't noticed the pictures hanging in the other room, her hand bumped into a stack of magazines on a table next to her, knocking them onto the floor. Feeling immediately like a fool for being so clumsy, she turned and bent over to pick up the stack of magazines. As she straightened them up and readied to put them back on the table, she realized she was holding a stack of magazines that were straight-up porn. Slightly grossed out, she stood up, put the magazines back where they were, and turned around to face Bruce, who had been looking at her during her clumsy moment and its aftermath. She could almost swear he was looking at her butt... no. No. Of course not. She must be mistaken.

She wasn't.

As she was kneeling to pick up the magazines, she had pushed her juicy, perfectly formed ass outwards, and it would take a blind man not to notice. And Bruce's vision was crystal clear. The gruff older man got a primo view of the young, married woman's rear end. Her jeans weren't obscenely tight, but in this position, her perfectly shaped ass molded to the denim, each round cheek highlighted, looking firm and perky and mouthwatering. The unpleasant old man had a view that most would kill for, a view that a man like him didn't deserve and clearly hadn't earned, but he was quick enough to avoid detection when she stood up, looking away just in time, proceeding onward.

Still silent, Bruce walked around his coffee table and moved towards the recliner, sitting back down on it. Lacey followed him into the living room, standing across the room so she was facing him directly. But he seemed unconcerned with her as he reached onto the table next to his chair. He picked up his phone, glancing at the new message waiting there, before grabbing his can of beer and taking a swig. His eyes staying on the TV, not even looking her direction, he finally spoke.

"You gonna just stand there?" he asked. He had a very assertive, forceful voice. Not necessarily loud, but enough to make you jump.

"What?" she asked, confused. From her position, she was looking at him from the side as he stared at the TV.

"You wanted to talk to me," he began, glancing at her for a moment before looking back at the TV. "So... talk." Realizing he was toying with her slightly, deliberately trying to make her uncomfortable, she screwed up her nerves and spoke up.

"Um, yeah, so the entire street here participates in the Christmas festivities every year, except for you, and we were hoping you might be convinced to take part." Lacey said.

"Christmas is a holiday for morons, children, and religious freaks," he announced gruffly, still watching the TV. "Are you a child?" He asked condescendingly.

"No..." she replied patiently, a bit taken aback by this sudden attack.

"Well, I don't see a cross around your neck, so..." he let those words hang, still not even looking at her, and she rolled her eyes a bit at the slight. But she'd dealt with old men like him who thought they could push around someone like her, and she wasn't gonna be denied. Undeterred, she spoke up, turning up the charm.

"How can you not feel Christmas spirit?" she asked brightly, with that heart-melting smile of hers. "You live in one of the Christmas capitals of the world! You work for, like, the biggest Christmas company in the world! I mean, I don't know what your history is with Christmas, and if there's some personal issue you have, that's fine, but I think it would help to talk it out, you know?"

He looked up at her and could barely hide the amused grin on his face. The smile on his face just looked strange, like a wolf's mouth watering at a juicy piece of meat. It was very off-putting.
"Don't talk to me like you know me..." he growled, his eyes narrowing at her. "Don't just march your pretty ass into my home and try to analyze me."

"I... I'm sorry. I didn't mean to offend," Lacey said, feeling truly bad that she had offended him.

"Is it that hard to believe that some people don't buy into all the bullshit of this holiday?" Bruce asked, sitting back on his recliner like a confident king sitting on his throne as he exposed his one-man war on Christmas. "Is it that hard to believe that I don't need to put up sissy little lights and put up some shitty tree in the corner? Am I supposed to buy into stupid fairy tales and hang up a fucking sock as I wait for Santy Claus to come down the chimney? Christmas doesn't do much for me... so I don't do much for it."

"Listen..." Lacey began as the older man looked at her like a naïve child. "I know there's not actually a Santa Claus. I get that. But Christmas isn't about that. Not really. I'm a grown woman, and I love Christmas! My husband loves Christmas too!"

"I bet he does," Bruce replied, subtly accusing him of being one of the type of people he'd just insulted. Not paying this slight any mind, Lacey continued.

"Christmas is a time for peace on Earth and friendship and community! Isn't it more fun to play along? What's the harm in having fun and believing in a little magic? Isn't more fun to hang out with people and have a good time, to socialize? As opposed to, I don't know... hunkering down in your house all day and getting mad at everyone else for having fun?" She pushed back somewhat against him with an innocent smile on her face, which amused the older man.

"I have my fun..." he said with a dark grin, letting that hang in the air between them as he stared at up at the young wife from his chair, completely unaffected by her passionate argument.

"Yeah, I'm sure," she said, unable to fully hide the sarcasm in her voice. "This place is clearly excitement central," she couldn't help but say, unable to hide the bit of snark in her words. She wasn't gonna back down or let herself get pushed around. Again, Lacey was no pushover, and the old man simply smiled at this.

She was more fun that he initially thought.

"Listen," he began, his voice slightly less aggressive. "You said it yourself, people who believe in this stuff are stupid. That anyone who goes along with this stuff is dumb. Do you think I'm stupid?"

"You misunderstand what I..." she began.

"Do you think I'm stupid?" he repeated, this time more firmly.

"Uh... no, it was just..." she began, still smiling patiently, before being interrupted again.

"So you think I'm smart?" he asked.

"Uh, yeah, sure, it was just..." she began.

"Say it," he said firmly, deliberately interrupting her again.

"Uh, what... Say what?" she asked, her smile lessening, a bit of annoyance shining through.

"Say you think I'm smart..." he said firmly. She paused for a moment, not enjoying this little game, but knowing no productive conversation as gonna happen until she relented.

"I think you're smart," she allowed finally, putting on a fake smile, her words making the old man grin.

"Okay... continue," he allowed, smirking with this small victory. She paused for a moment, annoyed, and the silence was interrupted by the sound of his phone beeping with a new text, but he kept looking up at her. Then he grabbed his phone and glanced at it as she resumed talking.

"The point is, you misunderstood me," she began. "I don't really think Santa is real. But wouldn't the world be better if he was? Wouldn't the world be better with a little magic in it? Isn't it more fun to have a bit of positive spirit in the world?" She almost bounced with positivity of her own statement, making her large breasts jiggle beneath her top.

He sat back and thought over her words. Lacey smiled slightly, thinking that she had finally gotten through to him. Her positive words, her indomitable spirit, her true passion, it had all finally gotten through. His heart was growing three sizes right before her eyes. Finally, he looked up at her again, gave her a small grin, and said...

"No."

Lacey's lips turned up in a small scowl as the old man refused to bend even the slightest.

"Hon..." he began, sitting back, very proud of himself. "I think it's you who's mistaken about what Christmas is about. It's not about joy and community and all that dumbass shit. It's all commercialism. Money and gifts and catering to our basest urges. Which is fine, I can get behind that, but let's call a spade a spade. Let's not pretend this is something it's not. You... you talked about my job at the plant?" he asked, and she nodded in response. "You want to know what I do there? You think I handle the toys for the little kids or the wreaths or the Christmas lights? No... I put the labels on the lingerie. The bras, and the little lacy thongs and g-strings, the type girls your age wear. So... that's what I do, honey. That's what the Christmas spirit is where I work. I don't think that's what you're talking about, but I like my version better, heh-heh-heh..." he laughed before taking another swig of beer.

"Wait, they make lingerie there?" she asked, genuinely surprised.

"Oh yeah..." he replied. "That 'Mrs. Claus' brand stuff. And it's pure filth, too. Teeny, tiny... covers nothing. They're fantastic. You should get some for yourself..." he added with a wolfish grin. She rolled her eyes at this slightly. Being an attractive young woman with a killer body, she was used to crass comments from men. They barely even fazed her anymore. She'd dealt with plenty of old men like him who loved to make leering comments to young women like her that they had no chance with, just to get a rise out of her. She did her best to not let the old man get to her. But she wasn't fully able to hide her annoyance, and seeing that, he couldn't help but continue to needle her. "I've knicked a few of my favorites for just such a special occasion. I'd be glad to let you try them on..." he said, unashamedly looking the young wife up and down, practically licking his lips. Lacey subconsciously clutched her coat around her so that it covered her front again and spoke up, not backing down.

"No thanks," she said firmly with an upturned nose, a little skeezed out by this old man. He was picking up the pace with his suggestive comments, taking this whole thing down the wrong path. This was not going how she had hoped, but she was more determined than ever to stick it to this old codger and convince him to at least do something for the Christmas season, despite his obstinance. Looking to move on, she changed the subject quickly, trying to not let him get to her. "Okay, so, obviously, you don't feel so strongly about the Christmas season. And you don't have the warmest feelings towards the neighborhood. So... is there anything we can do to convince you to at least play along with the neighborhood holiday decoration event? It doesn't even have to be for a long time. Just today..."

"We?" he asked, inquiring at her wording. "I don't see a 'we.' I only see one person talking to me right now," he said mockingly, picking at her grammar. She rolled her eyes.

"Is there anything I can do?" she clarified, not letting the old man's games get to her.

"Well..." he said with a wolfish smirk. "That's an entirely different question now, isn't it?" he asked, eyeing her up lewdly again.

"Anything I can do within reason?" she warned, her tone a little less friendly as she warned him against going there. He smirked again.

"Oh..." he said, sitting back, his idea swiped from him before he could voice it, pausing for a bit as he looked her over with his cold gaze. Finally, a new idea hit him, one which clearly amused him. "Okay... I tell you what? If you, Ms. Christmas spirit, can just swallow your pride, humble yourself, and admit Christmas is bullshit, Santa isn't real, and that you're a weak-minded-fool for ever believing in any of it... then I might be willing to help." At this, he smiled insidiously, very proud of himself.

"I'm not gonna do that..." she said firmly, releasing her grip on her coat so she could rub her forehead out of frustration, unwittingly letting it open up again. She was not bowing to his little game of humiliating her, even if it might mean getting what she wanted. She would never compromise her morals and take the easy way out. Especially for such an obvious lie. She loved Christmas, and she truly believed in it. She could never in good conscience say such things.

"Well, then, if that's the case..." he began, still staring down the young wife from his throne. Before he spoke further, his eyes went straight to her coat-covered chest. "If you let me get two greedy handfuls of those big tits of yours, I'll make this house shine with Christmas pride." He grinned fiendishly at this, looking truly unpleasant and off-putting.

The young wife screwed her lips shut out of legit offense. Yep, he'd taken it there.

Initially, due to the warmth of the room, she had unzipped her coat, and in doing so, she had accidentally given this mean old codger a good view of her massive, perky breasts throughout most of their conversation. Beneath her coat, she had on a bright yellow top, which, while not showing any skin, was straining to contain her massive, perky double-F tits. Those suckers had gotten her a lot of unwanted attention in the past and, clearly, in the present. Massive, perfectly round, and extra bouncy, they were certainly attention getters. She often struggled to have people take her seriously when she had these mammoth breasts that made her look like a sex object. They had caused her to be on the receiving end of all sorts of rude, nasty comments about her and her body, which she did her best to play off, and shut down. Because of this constant barrage of crude, brutish men making such comments, she promised herself that her body was a gift that she would only bestow on those who were worthy. Men who didn't make those types of comments. Men who respected her and didn't look at her like she was a sex object ready to be used. The type of men who were above that kind of stuff. Respectful, kind men, like Derrick. Derrick... he was all of those things.

Bruce was none of them.

"I'm sorry, but I find that type of comment inappropriate, and I would ask you don't repeat it," Lacey said firmly, standing her ground, not backing down at all. "If this is some sort of joke, it's not funny. If it's serious, then you are making a huge mistake," she warned, staring him right down. Bruce sat back, his eyes narrowing for a moment as the young wife dressed him down. Then, he smiled.

"You are a spitfire, aren't you?" Bruce said, laughing, sounding almost impressed. "I half expected you to have run out of my house by this point..." For a moment, Lacey wondered if this was all some sort of colossal test on his part, an effort by him to push her away, to just get her out of his hair for good by making rude, nasty comments. But she was stronger than that. She would not be defeated so easily. She had to be stronger than that, both for herself, and for Christmas.

"I don't know what you're deal is. If you just hate people or if you just hate yourself. You keep pushing others away when they try to reach out... but we're all reaching out to you from a place of kindness. Why can't you accept that?" she said, standing tall, pushing back against the unpleasant older man. He paused, and for a moment it appeared that he took her words in, looking down and nodding. Then, he looked up at her again.

And burst out laughing.

"Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha!" he laughed loudly, his laughter making her feel small and stupid. As he laughed, his phone pinged again, and he kept laughing as he glanced at it before putting it back down. Finally, he calmed down enough to speak. "Wow... well, thank you very much for those kind words. They really touched me in my old, black heart..." he said mockingly, making her roll her eyes again. "I thought young people these days like you weren't supposed to pre-judge. Honey, you've built up this whole image of me as this evil miser who stays cooped up all day, and only emerges to scream at children and rip down Christmas decorations. While yes, I do hate kids, and yes, I have ripped down some decorations in my time, I think you'll find that I'm quite popular. Just not with the idiots who live around here. And maybe it's because I'm doing much more enjoyable things that I'm not putting up shitty little decorations all over my house."

"Like what?" she asked, her growing dislike for this man shining through her normally sweet, kind-hearted demeanor. Even she was being pushed past her patience as this old man kept running down her and the holiday she loved so much. What could this guy possibly be doing with his free time other than sit on his recliner and drink beer all day?

"Honey..." he began.

"Don't call me honey," she warned him again, her patience with him running out, causing him to smile, knowing he was getting to her.

"Okay... honey," he mocked her, causing her anger to boil ever so slightly. "There are three things I do on a regular basis. Three things I take pride in. I work... I drink..." he said, holding up his beer. "And I fuck."

Those words hung in the air for a moment, and this time, it was Lacey's turn to laugh.

"Hahaha..." she giggled, both out of shock and out of a slight bit of nervousness. "Are... are you joking?" she asked nervously, standing in front of this bold older man, feeling like she had the upper hand, at least slightly.

"Not at all," he replied, smiling, unaffected by her doubt. "This might surprise you, though I suspect deep down it doesn't, but I'm actually very, VERY popular with women. And I'm not talking about old, easy whores at the bar, although they serve their purpose. I'm talking about young, tight, gorgeous women. Women your age, some even a couple years younger."

"Somehow, I seriously doubt that," Lacey replied. This guy was, quite frankly, a pig. She didn't like talking so negatively at people, but he was rude, and disrespectful, and he had repeatedly made lewd comments about her body. He seemed very happy to be well past the point of redemption, talking this way about young women. Girls these days were so much worldlier and more confident. She seriously questioned how any girl would allow herself to be charmed by this old dinosaur.

"But I must say..." he continued, undaunted, looking her up and down before looking at her breasts once again. "I think you got all those other girls beat. I mean wow... what a body. Your husband's a lucky man... but I'm luckier, of course." The young blonde again pulled her coat around herself to cover up as best she could, not giving this leering old man a glimpse. "Oh, c'mon... you know exactly what you're doing. Bouncing that hot ass and those big tits of yours around me. You wanted me to notice. You wanted me to make comments. You wanted me to look at you..." There was a long, tense pause between them, until she finally spoke up again.

"I..." she began, nervous, looking away. Maybe this had gone too far. Maybe, in trying to see the best in him, she'd only encouraged this behavior. Obviously, she didn't want any of this, and the thought that she'd encouraged him in any way was clearly wishful thinking. "I think I should leave. And you should be ashamed of yourself." He grinned, unaffected by her stinging criticism.

"I tell you what..." he began, setting down his empty beer can and standing up. He was now towering over her, making her feel small under his stare. "You might not think it, but I'm an open-minded man. I'm completely open to a, uh... Christmas miracle." His words said one thing, but his body language said another, as he struggled to say those words with a straight face. "I am ready to be convinced about the power and the spirit of Christmas. And I want it to be you who does the convincing. But it will take something extra special for me to change my mind. So..." he paused and looked right at the young wife, and she shivered at his ice-cold stare, slightly afraid of what he was about to say. "Let me give you a gift. A Christmas gift. Something to prove I am what I say I am. And if you accept the gift, and you take to it, like I think you will, like I think you're dying to, then well... I'll put up lights and wreaths and all that other stupid shit. Deal?" He looked her down, his expression vague. She looked up at him, unsure, still clutching her coat tight around her.

"Gift?" she said, backing up slightly, still hoping to win this old man over despite everything. But she was not sure where this was going, and she was not sure if she was gonna like it.

"Well, the way all the girls go crazy over it, it's got to be a gift," he said, smirking, before reaching down to his zipper.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, wait! Wait!" she said, as the older man's calloused fingers undid his belt and the button on his jeans before pulling down the zipper. Despite knowing immediately what she was about to see, Lacey wasn't able to look away. She was stunned into silence. Like a car crash she could see coming, she didn't want to see what came next, but she couldn't not look. The older man was undeterred as he yanked down his jeans, exposing his grey boxer-brief clad bulge.

And what a bulge it was.

Jutting out from his crotch and moving towards his hip was what appeared to be a salami, judging by the size of it, thick and straining for escape. Massively lengthy, and thick as her wrist, Lacey could practically see it throbbing through the thin briefs. It was huge! At this sight, the young wife began to panic, and she immediately moved to leave.

This had gone WAY too far.

"I need to go..." she said, finally turning away from the older man, and beginning to walk away.

"You're gonna wanna see this..." he called out to her. She didn't want to see that... thing... despite how massive it appeared to be.

"I don't think I do," she said, glancing back at him one last time as she addressed him, ready to turn the corner.

"Wait!" he called out to her, his hands stopping what they were doing. She was one step away from being out of sight of him for good. One step away from walking away from this wicked old scrooge, never to return. But because she was a good person, part of her, despite all of this, wanted to see the best in him. He'd stopped when she'd asked him to, so maybe he realized he'd crossed a line. Wanted him to realize and atone for the mistakes he was making. And for that reason alone, she gave him a chance.

"What are you doing?" the young blonde called out angrily from the edge of the living room, eyes glancing at the older man's crotch, despite herself. The front of his jeans was splayed open and they were lowered slightly, leaving his massive bulge still exposed. Not all the way exposed, she'd stopped him before he'd gotten that far, but she could see a pretty clear outline of the weapon he was working with. She didn't want to look, but something that big and imposing was impossible to look away from.

"This is what all your teasing did to me," he replied, reaching down to give his iron bar a few quick strokes. She could practically see it throbbing through his boxer-briefs.

"Teasing?" she asked, trying and failing to pull her eyes from his barely-clothed weapon. She knew this was wrong, and she should just leave. And most importantly, she should look away from that... thing. But she still hoped to win him over to the side of Christmas, and plus... that thing in his pants... it was really big! She'd never seen anything close to that size. Not even close. She was the last girl you'd expect to be affected by such a thing, but... damn. How could an old man like him have such a massive dick? It couldn't be real. He had to be stuffing his shorts or something. For a second, she almost wished he had finished taking it out, just to prove if it was real or fake. But she pushed that thought away, realizing how ridiculous it sounded.
"Hahaha..." he laughed insidiously. "You knew what you were doing. As soon as you walked in, and you undid your coat so I could look at those big jugs. And then you 'accidentally' knocked over those magazines, just to give yourself an excuse to bend over in front of me. And you were gushing all over me earlier, telling me how smart I am. And you took every opportunity to bounce and jiggle and shake your stuff for me. Honey, you've been trying to get me hard this whole time. Clearly, you did a good job."

"That's not what I was doing," she replied as the old man toyed with the hem of his boxer-briefs, still threatening to unleash the beast.

"Keep telling yourself that," he said, before a silence fell between them. She thought back. She had done those things, but it wasn't to tease this old scrooge. It was an accident. She wasn't the type of girl to flirt and tease to get what she wanted. "Are you sure you don't want a peek?" he asked.

"This is REALLY inappropriate," she said, trying to look away as she stood her ground. "Just... zip up your pants." She couldn't believe he was doing this. This was such a gross, unwanted gesture, something some dumb drunk frat guy would do. But this was an old, evil man, who thought he could get away with anything just because he had a massive, thick, obviously fake but nonetheless perfect looking bulge. It was messed up that he thought this was a good idea.

"But you're still here..." he told her. This reminder that she was just standing there gawking at this evil old man's bulge finally shook her from her revere. What was she doing? Why was she still here? Why was she sweating? It had to be fake, right? Wait that didn't matter. None of this did. Screwing up her courage, she looked up at his aged, square-jawed face, with his nostrils flaring, and his mouth twisted in an ugly, hungry grin.

"I'm just leaving..." she replied, not looking down at his crotch, resisting its monumental gravitational pull, not letting this older man win. "Unless you zip up." She wondered if it was ridiculous for her to be still trying to win over this guy after what he just threatened to do, but again... she was not gonna back down. And she wasn't gonna give in. Yes, she was stubborn, but that stubbornness is what made her the strong-willed person she was.

Maybe, in his own twisted way, he did think she was leading him on, despite how obviously she wasn't doing that. So she was gonna grant him a chance to maybe realize his mistake and move on from it. Despite how wrong this was, she still wanted to win over the old Grinch. Her competitive side was out, and she wanted to make this old scrooge pay for thinking he could get away with doing something so wrong. Competitive in her own, innocent way, of course. She wanted to conquer this old man by making him put up Christmas decorations and make him sing Christmas carols. He wanted to conquer by making her a slave to the... thing... stuffed in his underwear.

And both were confident they could win.

"You're turning down my gift?" he asked with a mocking grin, still teasing that he was gonna whip it out. If he did so, she'd be out of the house so fast. That'd be the last straw, for sure, no matter how large it appeared to be. "Most of you girls go crazy over it. They can't wait to get their hands on it. Or their mouths. I'm surprised it's not buried down your throat already. Well... perhaps I misjudged..." At this, still holding her gaze, he reached down and grabbed his jeans and pulled them back up, not stopping until everything was back in place and his bulge was covered again. It was a slight relief for her to have the freedom to look down, but now that she knew what was there, she couldn't help but notice the bulge even through his jeans. Nonetheless, he had covered himself back up, and she took this as a small victory against this old man. "Warning, you're not gonna see what I'm packing unless it's you doing the unwrapping..." he said with a gross grin, as if this was some shared joke between them.

"You're a pig..." she said angrily at this older man. She wasn't one to get upset, but this... this was really gross. Most guys know better than to attempt to do such a thing, but this man, this old scrooge... he truly was a pig. She knew she should just leave and ditch this whole, silly Christmas argument, but she wanted to let him know how wrong this was. Attempting to expose his big, thick, perf... uh... no, no. It was gross. And he needed to know that threating to expose his disgusting dick to her, a married woman, was really messed up. "You should be ashamed of yourself!"

"Don't act like you don't want this..." he said, grabbing his clothed bulge lewdly. "I saw it in your eyes. From the second I opened that door, you wanted it. Probably for months before, even. I don't just show it to anyone. I only show it to girls who want it. You act all cute and friendly, but I can tell you're desperate for a good dicking. That's why you came here..."

"I came here to ask you to put up Christmas decorations!" she affirmed, getting even more upset. "Not for you to try and expose yourself to me!"

"I'm an old man, and I can admit I was mistaken. Usually, this kinda thing works wonders on girls like you but, clearly, I read you wrong," he said, and despite his small boast about his prowess, he sounded somewhat contrite, holding up his hands. "I tell you what..." he began, stepping back, allowing her a bit more breathing room. "I'll make it up you. For your apparent, uh... distress... I'll put up some decorations. Okay? I'll give you what you want. Just... tell me what you want me to do." Sensing some sort of scheme, but not able to find one, she began speaking, finally getting to the point of why she was here.

"Um... okay..." she sighed, confused. The older man sat back and looked up at her. She watched Bruce grab his remote, silencing the TV so he could focus on what she was saying. Had... had she won? Had she passed his crazy test? After lecturing the pervy older man about how wrong he'd been, she was happy to see she might have finally won some sort of victory. "Well, okay, a wreath would be nice. I know there's not much time, but some lights along the roof would be really perfect. Maybe, if you have a few lawn decorations, you could put them up too..." As she spoke, he seemed to be listening, but his eyes kept drifting from her to the TV, despite it being silent. Her eyes drifted to the screen as she continued talking. "And maybe you could run to the store and pick up some... oh my God, what is that?" she called out, eyes widened again.

On the screen was straight up porn. Not professional stuff, but amateur porn. Amateur footage of a man and a woman naked, having sex. The woman was about her age, and very pretty, and the man was much older, about Bruce's age, but she couldn't see his face as it was cut off by the top of the screen. And it wasn't taking place in some hotel room or something. It was taking place in a familiar location. A bedroom, one she could see right now.

Bruce's bedroom.

Holy crap! She was seeing a video of Bruce on the TV, having sex!

"What the hell?" she called out, hand over her mouth, eyes glued to the screen. The TV was silent, but what she saw was more than enough. On it, she could see this young woman, a thin dark-haired woman with a perfect tan and huge breasts, getting fucked from behind by Bruce. Hard. Bruce had her hair wrapped around his fist, yanking at it crudely as he roughly drilled her at a furious pace. The sound was silent, but the pleasure she was feeling was obvious on her face.

"Oh, that?" Bruce asked naively. "I like to record all the sex I get. I'm an old man... sometimes, the memories can fade, you know?" He stated with a smirk, pointing to his head. Somehow, she doubted that. He seemed sharp. Very sharp. "Don't worry, they all agree to be recorded. Every one of them. When they know what I'm packing, they'll usually agree to just about anything. And trust me, when they see what I can do, they'll DO just about anything. Hahaha!"

"Why are you showing me this?" Lacey asked. She thought she had taught this guy a lesson, but clearly, he wasn't done just yet.

"Oh, I like to remember all the fun I get to have," Bruce began. "And I don't like being called a liar..." he added, looking right at Lacey.

"What?" she said, eyes still glued to the footage on screen. Damn... he was a machine, fucking that girl in a brutal, relentless fashion. This had to be fake, just like that bulge of his. Was it, like, altered or something? Damn... it did look real, though...

"You doubted me earlier... about my prowess..." he replied. "Just wanted to show you that you were the one who was mistaken about me..."

Lacey watched as Bruce fucked the young woman furiously. Her gorgeous face was a mask of pleasure, lips parted, eyes rolling into the back of her head. She was gorgeous and stunning. She could have been a model. And she had hooked up with Bruce? This pig. This old man. She had to know what a dinosaur this old man was, but... she chose him anyway. She submitted to him, and all his filthy whims. Could... could what he offered actually be good enough to be worth hooking up with such an unpleasant asshole? Judging by the girl on screen, the answer was obvious. Because she certainly had no regrets about what she was taking part in.

She was having the time of her life letting this old man fuck her brains out. The camera moved as he grabbed it, bringing it so he was pointing it straight down where the penetration was occurring, and for the first time, Lacey got a real glimpse at what he was packing. Not the whole thing, mind you, just a peek of his meat. A glance at the base of his weapon. And even though she could only see the first few inches near the base, one thing was clear. It was as thick as she feared. Maybe it was because he was moving like a blur, or maybe it was a trick of the light. But it looked as thick as her wrist. Jesus... no way that was legit. This footage had to be altered, or something. No man was actually that big. But... damn. What appeared to be his big, thick cock was driving almost inhumanely into the young woman's small, tight pussy. The lips were stretched to the brim around it, making it look even bigger. Maybe it was thick but short. Maybe the few inches of the dense, trunk-like base was pretty much all there was. Yeah, that had to be it, it had to. But... whatever he was packing, she was enjoying it. As he drilled it into her, her pussy was coating it with her juices as it gripped his thing tightly, clearly loving the large penis and doing everything she could to keep it inside her. As he fucked into her, her perfectly shaped butt jiggled, the cheeks spreading as they did so, giving the older man a view of her tight butthole.

"I... I..." Lacey stammered, not knowing what to say to this. Her eyes stayed locked on the screen as the old man set the camera down on the bed, so it captured them both in profile. Once that was done, he reached under her to eagerly grope her massive hanging breasts. The sex was hot, but knowing the man involved tempered some of the excitement for Lacey. However, on some level she could appreciate what she was seeing, and that, on top of the quick glimpse she'd gotten of his very thick weapon, had caused her blood to begin pumping, ever so slightly.

"Good shit, isn't it?" he asked with a smirk, seeing the young wife in front of him transfixed by what she was seeing. "That one... she wasn't bad." Wasn't bad? This girl was stunning! Could he really afford to be picky? "Her name was Nicole, I think. Met her at the bar. She was waiting for her boyfriend. She laughed when I tried hitting on her at first. She had a boyfriend, and I was an older guy. Blah blah blah... but, well, as you can see... I changed her mind. And now, I've got footage of me railing her for all she's worth. So... I think I won that one in the end." He paused for a moment before continuing. "I loaded up most of my footage onto a drive. Connected it to the TV so I have some stuff to watch when I get bored. Here, let me change it." He hit some button on the remote, flipping to a new video.

Lacey was suddenly watching a video of another young woman in bed with the older man. This time, Bruce was seated on the end of his bed, with the camera pointed towards his lap. Towards... it. But thankfully, he still wasn't forcing her to look at his dick, because her view was obscured by the back of woman's head. This woman was eagerly inhaling the large slab of beef, taking as much as she could in her small, tight mouth. But Lacey couldn't see much of it, basically only able to see the base again, and it looked as thick as it did before. Lacey could see the woman's obscene level of drool as she inhaled the older man's weapon. From what she could tell, the woman on camera was a pretty brunette, probably about Lacey's age.

"Ahh... this was a fun one," Bruce began, sitting back, enjoying this trip down memory lane. "This one was one of those moralizing types. She was protesting some dumb thing at the college. I don't give a shit what it was... some chick thing, girls not getting enough opportunities or whatever. Nonetheless... I ended up talking to her, debating her a bit, and, haha... I gave her a BIG opportunity. Hahaha. I think she took to my side." Obviously. The woman was going nuts on the older man's dick, bobbing furiously, doing her best to take as much as she could into her eager throat. Bruce let his hand rest on the back of her head as he began pumping up into her mouth as she inhaled his dick. The porn scene on the screen was about to reach its climax, but just before that happened, he switched videos.

"Oh... this is one of my favorites," he began with a grin. On the screen was Bruce with two women, one was a short-haired blonde with a round, full ass and monster breasts, riding his big cock on the bed. Near them was another, a taller, slim, dark-haired girl, kneeling under the other girl's ass, her tongue eagerly massaging the old man's swollen balls.

This position allowed the young wife to see a big more of his size. The short-haired woman was riding the older man hard, and in doing so, she bounced up and down along a lengthy amount of his dick, and yeah, okay... it appeared to be big. Really big. The amount of dick that she left exposed at the apex of her bouncing was probably more than what Lacey's husband had altogether. And unlike Derrick, this man seemed to have plenty of length remaining, buried deep in the young woman's dripping vagina. So, okay... maybe he actually was that huge. Not that it mattered...

Lacey studied the older man's weapon from this angle, the giant tube along the underside prominent on screen, a portent to the type of climax he was capable of. And what was also a signal to what he was capable of were his massive balls. Wow. Large and smooth, they looked to be the size of eggs, swollen with his seed. And they were churning as the dark-haired girl tongued them eagerly, unashamedly licking the older man's sack. Lacey was transfixed by what she was seeing.

"These were a couple of rug-munchers. I heard through the grapevine that they were looking to conceive a baby. I heard some bitch in passing mention her two friends were in the market for a sperm donor, you know? So, I did some digging, tracked them down. They were interviewing people, looking for some professor or academic or something. And I figured... what the hell? I'll throw my hat in the ring. I'm up for a challenge. I wasn't the man they expected when we met, but... they clearly warmed up to me..." He said with a knowing grin. On the screen the short-haired supposed lesbian was heaving herself on the old man's swollen dong as he squeezed her huge bouncing tits. Lacey could actually see the older man's grinning face as the young woman pleasured his swollen dick. "The short-haired one had never been with the man, and it had been years for the other. But they caught on fast. The funny thing was..." he began, glancing at the blonde. "When the time came, I didn't even cum inside them. I ended up cumming on their faces instead! Hahaha! They fucking loved it! I didn't even call them back after that, ha... but they still call me. Just wanted to give those two a taste of what they were missing out on. I betcha, seeing how well they both took to me... those two aren't gonna be together much longer. They both like the dick too much to give it up now." The young wife was silent. This guy had talked his way into bed with a couple of lesbians in a loving relationship, and he ended up fucking them both so well that they went along with his twisted games, possibly ruining their relationship in the process.

He started flipping through videos fast.

"This one was with a pair of blonde twins fresh out of high school..." he said, almost disinterested as Lacey saw a pair of perky teenage blondes with their huge breasts pressed around the older man's throbbing pole. The angle was similar to the previous one, low, pointed towards the base of his crotch. And due to the size of the twins' matching racks, Lacey could again only see the base of his weapon, and his hanging nuts. This would be a life-changing event for most men. This was a pair of hot young twins, but for him, it was just another encounter. How could he be so casual about this? How could such a thing be nothing to him? Before she could wonder further, he moved onto another video.

"Ah, this one was funny," he began. On the screen was a lively, young, intelligent looking redhead, face down, ass up on the bed as Bruce fucked her roughly from behind. "This girl got a job at the plant once it opened. Her mom's one of the execs, and she'd just gotten out of school, so she got an office job with us. But even though she's in the office, and I'm on the floor... I won her over pretty quickly." Lacey watched the older man spanking the redhead's ass roughly, only for her mouth to open in an obvious moan. This angle wasn't giving Lacey any better views on the old man's dick. Not... not that she wanted that, obviously. It was just surprising that by this point that she hadn't gotten a clear view of it. That was all. "Her mom heard rumors about what she'd done. She marched down to the plant, ready to fire me. But, well..." he began, before changing to the next video.

It showed a new woman in his bed, an older woman for once, riding Bruce's cock furiously, her large, shapely ass jiggling with each bounce. Bruce slapped her ass and urged her to keep riding as he pumped his thick penis up into her, his nuts broiling with semen. And again, she only really got a view of the base and the first few inches, as the rest remained lodged inside her.

"So I fucked the mom too..." Bruce said with a smug smile. Lacey eyes went wide at this. "She took to my dick even better than her daughter! Damn, that bitch was desperate..." How could this gross old man be so good at this? He'd charmed all these seemingly smart, intelligent women, and he had tried to do the same to her, too. She wouldn't believe it if she wasn't seeing it. "The mom really wasn't so mad at me anymore, but at work, HR heard there was some issue going on. So, they pulled me in for an interview. And..."

He changed videos again, and this time, there was an Asian woman in her late twenties bent over on all fours with Bruce's cock lodged in her ass. How? How was that even possible? How could any woman take such a thick weapon inside her rear end like this? It was almost inhuman. But no matter how she did it, she was clearly loving it. She was screaming in pleasure, her pretty face twisted in a mask of lust. And Bruce was smirking savagely as he railed the younger woman hard.

"I banged the HR bitch too..." Bruce announced simply, and the young wife was thunderstruck by this whole thing. "I've made some serious progress there considering they've only been open a few months. Rate this is going, I'll be running the place soon," he said with a laugh. Bruce then looked up at the wife as if all was normal and spoke up. "Oh, go ahead. Continue..."
"What?" she said, confused. What the hell were they even talking about before... this? Lacey remembered something vague about Christmas decorations, but that seemed so long ago. All she could think about was cock. Bruce's big cock. Yeah, she could admit it, with the glimpses she had gotten, and all the gorgeous women he had landed... he probably was as big as he boasted. As big as he appeared through his briefs. How big, she could not say for sure yet. Yet? Why was she thinking yet? It wasn't like she was planning to see it in the future. Not a chance!

It was still insane for her to know that the man seated next to her was currently on-screen, having sex. Having sex using his thick, no-doubt massive cock! No, that wasn't sex... that was fucking. Illicit, brutal, nasty fucking was the type he seemingly loved to take part in. It was crazy! Lacey usually never thought in these terms, but it was just... damn.

Lacey couldn't stand the guy, but he'd certainly backed up his boasting. He wasn't some crazy older guy with delusions of grandeur. No, this guy, this wicked scrooge, also happened to be a stud. A huge-dicked stud. This guy fucked often. He had a way with women and could charm seemingly the smartest of them into his bed and onto his dick. His giant dick. His perfect dick. And he clearly wanted to bed her too. He wanted to give her the exact same treatment. The fact that a man of such talent and skill wanted her, thinking she was worthy of such treatment... that was flattering, wasn't it? No... no. This man was a beast! A pig! An old scrooge!

"I... I... I think..." the young wife stammered. She had so much fight before, but her feelings had clearly softened towards the brutish older man after seeing him in action. He was legit. He could get the job done. He could make girls scream! Bruce smiled at the young woman's clear struggle as her eyes stayed glued on the screen.

Sure, he was, uh, huge. And he was good at what he did. But, how did he get all those girls to take things that far? He wasn't exactly the most amiable guy Lacey had ever met. Far from it. Maybe... maybe he was far more charming than he let on. Maybe in this case, with Lacey, he was trying to intimidate her, but maybe with others, he could truly charm their pants off.

"Oh, I've got sound on all these..." Bruce said before unmuting it, and suddenly, the room was filled with noise.

"AH! AH! YES!" the woman on screen screamed out. The sounds of her ass slapping against the older man's torso as he drilled her from behind echoed out.

"Take it! Take my fucking dick you fucking slut!" he growled, before spanking her ass firmly.

"AHHHHH! YES!" she screamed.

"Take it, bitch! Take it bitch! Yes!" the brutish old man grunted out, fucking her harder, spanking her ass again.

"Yes! Yes! Fuck! Do whatever you want to me! I love it! I love it! God damn, your cock feels so big in my ass! Yes!" The HR woman screamed out.

Lacey wasn't naïve. She'd seen some porn in her time, not that she'd made a habit of it. But here, watching footage of a man fucking young women while standing right next to that man... this was something else. Watching him fuck in such a brutal, savage manner, while calling this woman such awful names... it was truly shocking. But despite knowing better, some part of her, deep down, was responding. Her pussy had gotten wet, and her nipples had begun hardening. As her mind was in sudden conflict, Bruce's phone pinged again.

"And if you don't believe what you're seeing there," he began, holding up his phone. "All these texts I've been getting? Satisfied customers. Wives, girls who are in town from college, or one of the many other sluts I've banged... they all want a bit more. Sending me pictures of their tits or their ass or everything..." he said, scrolling through pictures on his phone, showing gorgeous girl after gorgeous girl doing as he said, flashing their tits to him via text, trying to entice the older man into more sex. "I don't like to repeat myself with these girls, but who am I turn down such lovely creatures..."

Lacey looked away from the phone as he tossed it aside, looking back at the porn playing on screen. She jumped when Bruce muted the TV again and looked up at her. Her eyes remained glued on the screen as he spoke up again.

"God, one of those videos starring me and you would have been something, wouldn't it?" he said, leaning back and putting his hand on his chin, looking the hot-bodied blonde over again. He'd already done this so many times she didn't bother trying to cover up, letting the older man look over her delicious frame without one word of protest. Letting him imagine her body as exactly as he wanted to. In a flash, an image flashed into her mind. Of her and Bruce... in bed... having sex.

She'd come in to his house so convinced she could win him over, almost arrogant about it, that she just knew if things reached the point of some of the things she saw on screen, he'd want to teach her a lesson. She just knew the old man would show her zero mercy. She'd expect nothing less. He'd probably give it to her even harder than he had with those other girls. He'd fuck her young married pussy like an animal. He'd spank her ass and call her all sorts of humiliating names. His big, calloused hands would run all over her smooth skin and squeeze her massive, perfect breasts roughly, availing his unworthy, wicked palms in her huge, perfect tits, staking out his claim of ownership over her giant breasts. She'd only ever let men who respected her have a peek of the goods, let alone actually touch her. But this man... he had no respect for her, or her marital vows, or her opinions, or anything really. But he was getting a hell a lot closer to the goods than all those other unworthy suitors. And he would let her know of his lack of respect for her by the savage treatment he would no doubt unleash on her. He would be rough on her. He'd show her no mercy. And she would scream. And she would moan. And she would love it.

Bruce was right. Her and Bruce fucking... it would certainly be fucking amazing.

She looked away from the TV into Bruce's amused eyes, and she was certain that he was thinking the exact same thing.

"But you're a married woman, of course," he said, sounding strangely respectful for once. "A married woman with tits like those and that perfect, juicy ass... I bet your hubby can more than handle himself with you. He'd have to lock a bitch like you down. I bet he can give you the exact same thing I could... right?" he asked, already knowing the answer. And the young woman was still so gob-smacked by what she was seeing that she actually answered.

"Well... not exactly like this..." she said softly, her eyes drifting back towards the TV, watching as the older man kept roughly drilling the woman on screen.

"Oh... well, why would you settle for less than you deserve?" he asked. "A woman with that body... fuck... you should be getting that kinda treatment every goddamn night."

"I... I don't think I could handle something like that," she said softly, as on screen, Bruce had the camera in hand and was focused on the woman's tight asshole stretched to the max around his thick, swollen weapon.

"You could. Trust me, you could," Bruce replied, like the devil on her shoulder. Despite herself, her pussy was now soaked, and her nipples were showing through her top, they were so hard. Is that... is what she was seeing... was that what people were actually doing together? Her husband, Derrick... he was always so kind and respectful. He'd never made such demands of her. He let her call the shots in the bedroom, and things between them were closer to making love than... this. This brutal, nasty, unholy fucking on the screen.

"Aren't there days where you just want to be thrown down and drilled until you can't think straight? A young woman like you... you should be getting it rough and nasty all the fucking time. A girl like you should be getting absolutely destroyed in bed by a man who knows exactly what he's doing," Bruce stated. She didn't say anything in reply. She just let him keep talking. "And you know now that I'm one of those men. I know exactly what I'm doing in the bedroom. I'd treat you like my bitch... and we both know you'd love it." She struggled to form words, such a mess she was. He'd repeatedly called her a bitch, and she hadn't spoken up or criticized him. Finally, she came to her own defense.

"No..." she said softly. Weakly.

"No?" he questioned, his voice a bit firmer now. "I've outdebated you on this dumb Christmas shit, I flashed my bulge, and turned on homemade porn in front of you, and you're still here?" he pointed out with a laugh. "Most right-thinking girls would have run out of here long ago. But you... you stayed here, through all of it. And we both know why..." At this, the young wife finally looked away from the screen to look at the smug, seated man.

"Why?" she asked. He sat back and smiled.

"Because, just like all those other fools, you want your Christmas gift from Santa..." he said, reaching down and patting his clothed bulge again. She glanced at it again for a few moments before speaking.

"No..." she replied, shaking her head, staring at his bulge, knowing exactly what it was capable of now. She knew how powerful it was, how amazing it was, and what it could do to a girl. And she hadn't even seen the whole thing yet! But she was married, and she was not the kinda woman to be enticed into such a thing.

"Nonsense," he said, waving off her defense of her marriage and loyalty with a simple hand wave. "Of course, you want this. You want it because you know what it can do... you want it because it's so close to being yours. All you have to do is march your pretty ass over here, get on your knees, and unwrap it..." he said this with a grin, spreading his legs, inviting her forward. She looked long and hard at his bulge, but she still didn't move.

"No... I'm a married woman," she said softly, the argument sounding weak, even to her. She didn't think she'd be so affected by this, but she was jumble of tangled nerves and strange desires. One part of her thought this was crazy and wanted to run. But the other...

"Clearly your husband isn't getting the job done, or you wouldn't still be here," he boasted. True, she'd never experienced anything close to what she saw Bruce doing to those other girls. Not even close. The men that she'd chosen to be with respected her too much to treat her like the sex object she could obviously be. But Bruce could. Fuck, could he ever, because he didn't give a damn about her other than what she could do to pleasure that big, beefy cock of his. Through her confusion, he continued talking. "But we both know that I'd get the job done? You can at least admit that, can't you?" At this, she looked up into his eyes again, and did the only thing she could.

Speak the truth.

"Yes..." she relented. After what she'd just seen... how could she possibly deny it? At this admission, he grinned wide.

"So, we agree that I could fuck you better than your ineffectual, pussy of a husband?" he asked, mockingly, pressing his advantage, and he saw the agreement in her eyes. He continued hammering at her. "We both know I could fuck your brains out... I'd do it so well you'd volunteer to be my bitch. You'd bend over my lap and call me Daddy. You'd go along with whatever awful thing I'd want to do to you, just like all those other girls. I'd make your hot body my property, not your husband's, but mine, and you'd take it all with a smile."

She looked at him and said nothing, all but agreeing with his twisted words by her silence.

"So, march over here, get on your knees, unwrap your Christmas gift, and live your destiny..." he commanded, but she didn't move. She didn't know why she hadn't left. She didn't know why she stayed and let the old codger hammer his twisted world-view into her naive young mind until it began taking hold. She didn't know when this stopped being about Christmas decorations and started being about whether or not she'd give this guy her ass. Was she on some level now wondering if she was missing out on something being with someone who loved her so much that he'd never push her to her limits? Who'd never challenge her in the way this old Grinch had in mere minutes? She lived such a charmed, undaunted, protected existence... did that cause her to find a certain appeal in something so obviously wrong and evil? This being the first time she'd been truly confronted with the real possibility of dark, illicit, savage sex, there was a certain newness to it that was very exciting to her.

"I can't..." she said softly, still resisting the pull of the darkness. "I'm married..."

"Married to a boy, when you need a man," he said confidently. "What you have is a husband, but what you need is a master. You think you're a wife, but what you truly want is to be an older man's bitch. You want to be my bitch... don't you, honey?"

What he was saying was so wrong, but FUCK, did it push her buttons just right! She was so turned on right now. She'd never been this turned on. She didn't know there was this side of her, but he was speaking directly to it. A huge part of her wanted to give in, to submit to this older stud with the massive cock. Almost every fiber in her being was telling her to give in, yet... she just couldn't do it.

She glanced up at Bruce and shook her head, clinging to her marital vows. He paused, appraising the nervous young woman in front of him who was clearly dying to be seduced. Finally, a new tact came to him.

"Your marriage is the only thing holding you back... isn't it?" he asked. At this, she looked up at him and almost immediately nodded, making him grin.

"If you weren't married, if you were single... you'd give in in a second, wouldn't you?" He asked.

"Yes..." she said firmly, before she could think twice. It was the truth. She was so turned on she couldn't think straight. The only thing holding her back right now was the ring on her finger.

"Because you're attracted to me?" he asked.

"Yes..." she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Because you want to have sex with me?" he asked.

"Yes..." she repeated. It sounded crazy, but this old man had worn her down. After everything that had gone down, it was the truth. She wanted to have sex with this wicked old man.

"You like the fact that I have a big cock and know how to use it... right?" he asked.

"Yes..." she said again.

"You liked seeing the footage of me making all those other little sluts moan?"

"Yes..."

"I bet it turns you on like crazy imagining you and me in one of those videos... doesn't it?"

"Yes..."

"Me and you... having rough, nasty sex... my cock destroying that tight little cunt of yours... my hands groping those big tits... damn." He paused, even the mere idea of his words becoming reality almost too much for him.

"Mmm..." she groaned, unable to contain it.

"I agree, it would be good," Bruce said. "You wouldn't even be bothered if I showed footage of me and you to the next girl that comes in here and tries to 'reform' me. Would you?"

"No..." she replied, the thought of being used in such a way only turning her on further, as crazy as it sounded.

"You're not gonna forget me, even if you do walk away," he stated. "You'll be imagining me, wishing you gave in. And if you make me wait, I will not show you any mercy, you can believe me."

At this warning, the tough, evil old man wore her down even further. She knew he would back up his words. If she made him wait, he would be ruthless. God, she wanted to give in right now. She really did. But she just couldn't. Not yet.

"You're gonna give in... we both know it," he affirmed. "You'll just stand there and let me keep talking till I talk you out of your clothes. Hon... you deny your own needs because of a husband that can't satisfy you. A husband who is too cowed by you to ever question you. Imagine what you could get away with behind his back..."

It was true. Derrick was kind, and loving, but he was naïve. He was too nice. He trusted in her, to the point where she could do a lot of stuff behind his back without him catching on. She'd never taken advantage of that fact, but knowing that she could...

Bruce studied the young woman. She was squirming, panting for breath, clearly turned on. She was practically licking her lips, she was so close. She just needed a little more push.

"The deal still stands, by the way..." he reminded her. "If you do what I want... I'll be convinced of the spirit of Christmas. I'll put up all the lights and decorations and all that crap. You'll win. All you have to do is swallow your pride, get on your knees, and whore yourself out on behalf of the spirit of Christmas. Whore yourself out to me. Become my bitch and have the time of your life."

Bruce tried not to let slip any of his own desperation. He wanted to fuck the living daylights out of this married bitch more than anything. He wanted to make this sweetheart of a wife scream on his big dick. And he knew he was about to.

This was the moment of truth for the married wife. There was nothing keeping her there. Sure, she was slightly under his spell at the moment, but she knew that if she walked away, and got back into the biting, chilly wind from outside, these thoughts would disappear, and she could resume her life with no regrets. She would surely never think about Bruce, and his big, fat, tasty looking cock ever again. She would never once think about the fact that she hadn't seen the whole thing yet. She would never once think about those illicit home movies ever again. And think about, for one hot second, she actually considered starring in one. She would never once imagine herself in place of those other girls in those movies, the older brute fucking her like an animal, without mercy, fucking her better than her young, kind husband ever could. Without kindness or mercy or respect. She would never once imagine her huge, perfect tits in the manly palms of this evil old man as he squeezed them, sucked them, and used them for his own wicked desires.

Instead, she would have her kind, sweet, loving husband who treated her like a goddess. Who respected her and loved her and would never do anything to disrespect her. A guy who would never hold her down and treat her like a slut. A guy who would never take her to the edge. A guy who would never dominate her in the way she might secretly need. A guy who would never ask her to star in a sex tape. A guy who would give her all the Christmas gifts she would ask for, but never the one she needed.

Or, she could choose Bruce. A huge, brutish, gruff old man who hated Christmas. A piggish, slightly misogynistic old man who talked to women as if they were his to use. Who took pride in how many women he'd lured into his bedroom, where he'd treated them like sluts for his pleasure, recorded them, and showed that footage to others. He was the opposite of what she'd always valued. Guys like him, a pig driven purely by sex, driven to conquer her hot body and be a notch on their bedpost, she'd never given in to men like that. What made Bruce better than them? Sure, it seemed like he had a huge, perfect, mouth-watering cock. And yes, she admittedly was finding him more and more hot the longer they talked. Also, he was big and tall and very well-built, much more fit than her thin intellectual husband. This man was a brute, who did nothing but work, drink, and fuck. And clearly, he was very good at all of them.

She would no doubt scream and cum on this evil old man's huge cock, and in doing so, give this old man incomparable levels of totally undeserved pleasure. Undeserved because this guy did everything the opposite of what she valued. Everything the opposite of what she wanted. He was rude and nasty and deeply unpleasant. He was a bully, a mean old scrooge. He didn't deserve to win. He didn't deserve to get the type of pleasure that should be reserved for nice, kind, respectful guys. But in a way... doesn't that make it better? The fact that he was so bad, so nasty, so forbidden, so... evil... doesn't that just make it more fun in a way? For a girl who lived life in the light, the dark was calling out to her for the first time, and its siren's song was awfully tempting.
But that was all beside the point. Even though she wanted to, she knew she just couldn't. She knew that she shouldn't. As much as every fiber in her being was telling her to do it. To give in. To submit to his delicious brand of evil. She... she just couldn't justify it. At this conclusion, she was ready to leave, ready to walk away and hold on to her dignity. But that's when a new thought hit her. Something she hadn't considered, and in the end, it was the one thing that made her decision for her. The one thing Bruce mentioned in the last things he'd said to her. A thing more important than either of them, more important than Lacey, or Bruce, or even her husband and her marriage.

Christmas.

Yes! Of course! It was the whole reason she was there. To bring Christmas cheer to this mean old Grinch. This scrooge. And, while he may be, uh... less than receptive to Christmas cheer, he did say he'd be willing to give it a chance and play along if she went just along with him. She just knew that if she won him over, and he gave it a chance, he would have no choice but to love Christmas. How could you not? Sure, it might require something extra out of the young wife, but... you know what, he was right. He was absolutely right. She just needed to swallow her pride. To humble herself, to make a small amount of personal sacrifice. If that meant that a mean old man like Bruce experienced Christmas cheer for the first time, wouldn't that sacrifice and humbling be worth it? Wasn't that so much more important? Sure, she might have to set aside such things as her marriage and her loving husband, Derrick, at least temporarily. Cause what needed to happen here was far more important. In the end, it would be a good thing. It really was the perfect plan.

It did mean Lacey, incidentally, would have to let this evil old brute fuck her senseless, dominate her young juicy body, treat her like a total slut, record her hot naked body in the act, and be permanently seen in his eyes as his bitch. But that was okay! It was worth it to spread the Christmas spirit, because that was more important than just about anything. Sure, she'd have to swallow her pride, but if that also meant she'd be swallowing a lot of semen, that was a sacrifice she was willing to make.

For Christmas.

Bruce didn't move from his recliner as he waited for the young woman to act. But his face lit up as he saw the young wife begin to step towards him, letting her coat fall to the floor as she did so. His eyes were glued on her as she stepped up between his legs and finally kneeled before him, getting on her knees between his legs, her huge tits jiggling as she did so. His grin grew wickedly, and his eyes went wide, but she didn't notice, as her eyes were stuck on his bulge.

"Do you like it?" he asked, his clothed dick throbbing, knowing that pleasure was close by. As for Lacey, her decision was made. She couldn't think about anything else, her husband, her marriage, even her own dignity. Winning him over to the side of Christmas was all that mattered, so she'd have to commit to the spirit of Christmas fully. And if that meant that the married woman would have to, uh... 'act'... like an eager, super horny young slut for his big dick, well... that was yet another sacrifice she had to be willing to make.

For Christmas.

"It's so big!" she said, eyes wide, not holding back, unable to contain herself, biting her lower lip as she stared at his clothed weapon.

"Well... unwrap it... accept your gift," he purred, his voice almost sinister. She looked up at him just in time to see him reach under the table next to his recliner and pull out his video camera, pointing it right at the young wife's face, beginning to record just in time for something else to point at her face.

He always loved this part.

Slightly nervous, the young wife reached forward until she finally made contact with his straining bulge, and that alone was enough to send a small jolt through the older man. She had been so outwardly disgusted before, but now, she was making physical contact. Focused on the job at hand, she popped open his fly, and with two thin fingers, grabbed his zipper and began slowly lowering it. She couldn't believe she was doing this, but she wasn't gonna stop. Nothing could stop her at this point, and Bruce knew it had nothing to do with Christmas or anything else. She just needed to see his weapon unleashed. She had to.

With his zipper fully down, she reached up with both hands and hooked her fingers into both his jeans and his underwear, poised for the moment of truth. Looking up at him, she found herself looking straight into the camera, her place as one of his whores on tape almost all but set. Too far down the road to stop at this point, she didn't hesitate. With a firm tug, Lacey yanked his jeans and underwear down, and as she did, time slowed down as the moment stretched across an eternity.

Her eyes went wide as the beast emerged to her vision.

All coherent thought left her mind.

The room was filled with a deafening silence, as all of her senses were focused on the thing currently filling her vision.

What she saw was so imposing and scary that she almost jumped back. But despite that, as soon as it was exposed, she couldn't look away. But you couldn't really hold that against her.

There was a lot to see.

The entirety of Bruce's enormous penis was exposed to her eyes for the first time, and she was studying every inch of it. Somehow, someway, even though her glimpses of it on screen that made it seem really impressive, it looked even bigger now. Wow... it was gigantic. Holy shit! Bruce was a gross, perverted, unpleasant old man, but god damn if he didn't have one magnificent cock.

It was absolutely massive, a good ten inches, maybe even bigger. Saying it was thick as a beer can felt like a lazy descriptor, but it literally looked that way. His weapon was hard as steel, standing straight out from his shaved crotch, pointing right at her. She wished she could describe it as some gnarled, monstrous thing, but that would be a lie. It was... perfect. Forged by the fires of regular fucking into a perfect instrument of pleasure. Each inch was more perfect than the last. Smooth, and tanned, with prominent, masculine veins empowering it to its current throbbing state, capped with a prominent, angry head. Below it was a pair of two perfectly large, swollen balls, encased in a smooth, hanging sack, filled to the brim with his copious seed.

Lacey's eyes went wide as she stared at it, and she almost went cross-eyed as she stared down its impressive length. On screen, it had looked massive. But that was nothing compared to having it right in front of her face. It... it was enormous! She moved in closer to it, and she could feel the heat and power coming off of it. It was incredible! She'd never seen anything like it. She reached forward with one nervous hand and wrapped her fingers around its thick, iron-hard base as best as she could, not getting all the way around its girth. Now that she had it in her grasp, she tilted the thing so it was pointed directly at her face.

"What do you think?" Bruce asked as she looked down the barrel of the rifle. He never had a doubt what her answer would be. He'd done this enough to know that no matter what they would say to the contrary, women wanted and respected, in a very primal way, a man who had a huge dick. Who had a giant weapon and knew how to use it. And despite any dislike they might feel for him, they always responded positively once it became known that he was hung. Maybe it was a blanket fact about young women these days, or maybe he was just that good at this. But before she even spoke, he knew how she'd react. She glanced up at him, pulled from her reverie for a moment before looking back at his huge cock.

"It's amazing! Oh my God!" she effused softly, enthralled, smiling slightly, looking at it with wide eyes, studying every inch as she tilted it in front of her. She was biting at her plump lower lip as she admired his massive cock. All the negativity she once felt for him, about all the rude comments he made, and all the leering stares he made at her hot body, it was all forgotten. All forgiven. His cock was that impressive! She couldn't look away from it. Now that his manhood was exposed to her, her view of him as a man was completely changing. She was awestruck. But as monumental of a moment he knew this was for her, Bruce was impatient for pleasure after the teasing she'd put him through, so he didn't want to be kept waiting any longer. As soon as the head of his lengthy weapon was pointed directly at her mouth again, he slid his large hand down into her blonde hair. "This is the biggest mmMMMPPPPHHH!" she groaned as he pulled the young wife forward, pushing his rock-hard weapon into her young, eager mouth, the thick, angry tip pushing past her smooth, plump lips.

"Mmm... that's it," the older man sighed as he felt the young blonde's tongue sliding along the underside of his pole. "Taste that big dick, baby. Savor it. Fuck... get used to it. Cause if you're as good at this as I think you're gonna be, you're gonna be doing this a lot from now on. Fuck..." His hand on the back of her head, he was focused entirely on his own pleasure. So, he pulled her down deeper, forcing his cock deeper into the young wife's mouth, till the tip was pressed against the entrance to her throat.

Lacey's eyes were wide. The young wife had never had her mouth so full. Sure, she'd had her husband's penis in her mouth on occasion, but compared to this, it practically didn't count as sucking a cock. This was cock-sucking as it was meant to be. A big, fat cock in a young, eager mouth. Her shock at having this cock jammed into her mouth slowly dissipated as she adjusted to his intense size. Bruce's cock practically filled her mouth to the brim, her smooth lips wrapped around its girth, her tongue pressed against its underside. This was a man who made it a point to be as rude, unpleasant, and unlikeable as possible, who enjoyed ripping down Christmas decorations and being a true Grinch. And this pretty, kind young wife, who loved the holidays, whose favorite thing in the whole wide world was Christmas, was currently on her knees, tasting his big cock, rewarding all his bad behavior by doing this for him. But despite him taking the initiative in forcing her gasping mouth onto his swollen dick, she wasn't trying to pull her lips off his cock, not in the slightest. Her tongue was licking the underside, savoring its masculine flavor. She was drooling all over it, quite frankly, her heated saliva coating the thick unyielding weapon, leaking past her lips and down his shaft. Adjusting enough to feel like she could begin actively participating, she did her best to give him what she wanted, bobbing up and down on the top few inches of dick.

But her inexperience at true cock-sucking showed, as she would always slow down after only taking a few inches of dick into her mouth. He was just SO thick and SO lengthy that as soon as the head began tickling her tonsils, she slowed down, unsure of how to proceed. After having only just gotten started, it felt like she had reached her limit. She just didn't think she could go any further. She looked up at Bruce, hoping that this would be enough. Instead, she saw the almost evil, smug grin plastered on his face. She had hoped to find mercy.

She would find none.

With his hand still firmly in place on the back of her head, he pulled her down, forcing his cock deeper into her mouth and down her tight throat. Her eyes went wide at this sudden invasion of a huge, thick cock down her throat. She didn't think she was capable of this. She didn't even think it was possible for any of his thick weapon to fit any deeper down. And yet, with his firm, confident grasp guiding her, she somehow took a few good inches of cock down her tight throat.

"That's it, bitch, that's it..." Bruce seethed, his cock throbbing as his dick began staking out territory in her throat. "Keep going... fuck. Keep going. Mmmm... deeper. Deeper. I know you can take it. I know you can. I want to own this fucking throat. I want to make it mine. By the end of this, I'm gonna be resting my balls on your fucking chin! Yes!"

Impossible. Even as she took more of his cock down her throat, she just knew there was no way she could ever take that whole thing down her throat. Not in a million years. She'd not even gotten half of it between her lips. What she was doing already felt way past her limit. She didn't think she could take much more, let alone the whole thing. He must be joking.

But Bruce was dead serious.

He legitimately planned on making her take the whole sinful slab of meat down her throat. Sure, that might not happen today, but eventually it would. No doubt about it. He had been with enough young women to know that what he was asking for was a very, very possible. He didn't know if it said more about girls these days, or a comment about evolution, but the young women of this generation were almost built to take a huge, throbbing dick down their tight throats. Those plump, soft lips of Lacey's, the same lips that she kissed her husband with on her wedding day, would someday soon be wrapped around the root of his thick cock. And when things reached that point, she would love it even more than he would.

With his moaning encouragement, and with her being energized by the realization that she could take more of his dick than she initially thought, she took further action, beginning to bob on the older man's iron bar, taking more and more of it down her throat as she kept at it. After a few minutes of this, she got halfway down, but she didn't stop. She kept going, taking more... and more... and more! Even she was impressed by her own efforts! Already pushed well beyond what she thought possible, she was only energized further. She wanted to see how much further she could go. She now wanted to test her own limits on the older man's massive cock, seeing how much she could take down her throat. Seeing she didn't need the help, he released his grip on her silky blonde tresses, allowing the young women free reign to inhale his huge dick.

Bent over, butt pushing out, the young wife was getting seriously into this, her head bobbing in the older man's lap. She had never done anything like this, acting so incredibly slutty, and it was very exciting. She was energized by the filth she was taking part in. Add on to that the fact that she'd never seen anything close to Bruce's huge dick, it was understandable as to why she was going a little crazy over it. Looking down, all she could see was dick, his massive pole sticking out of her young mouth, his fit stomach getting closer to her face as she bobbed on it. Her drool was leaking from her mouth copiously, soaking the massive pole, leaking down to his massive cum-filled balls. Finally, desperate for air, eyes glassy, she ripped her mouth from the old man's weapon, panting yet smiling.

"Oh my God!" she gasped, eyes glassy with lust, lips swollen as she gawked at the older man's spit-soaked weapon. Her hand still gripping the base of his pulsing dong, she leaned forward, extending her tongue and lewdly licking along the smooth shaft.

"Fuck!" he sighed, eyes closing with pleasure, pounding his fist on the armrest of his recliner with pleasure. Composing himself, he spoke up. "You like it?" Bruce asked. "You like that dick?" he asked, camera still pointed at her, capturing her burgeoning transformation from nervous young wife to eager slut. As she ran her tongue around his mushroom tip, she pulled back and replied.

"It's amazing!" she gasped, eyes wide, her pretty face lit up with excitement. She couldn't believe how much fun she was having.

"How's the husband compare?" he asked smugly.

"He doesn't compare..." she replied truthfully before she could think twice. Her hubby was perfectly satisfactory size-wise, but this... this was something special. This was something you drop everything for. A cock that supersedes pride and dignity and marital vows. A cock that all but demands you grab hold of as soon as you can and just totally whore out over. And Lacey... she was well on her way to that. She was going crazy over it, kissing along the underside of his massive dong before kissing just under the tip, again and again and again, loving the older man's cock. Falling in lust in a way she never had before with anyone, especially with her far less endowed husband.

"They never do..." he boasted before she took the head into her mouth again and resumed sucking it. She kept sucking Bruce's huge cock, her eager mouth going deeper and deeper, smoothly taking the huge cock down her throat. Now knowing that she was capable of taking a lot more than she initially thought, she shamelessly inhaled the older man's huge dick without fear, taking more and more of it as she kept at it. Her heated spit was coating the massive cock as she smoothly bobbed on the mighty pole, and the unholy sound of her choking on his meaty dick filled the room.

"Damn..." he sighed, shocked at how fast she was progressing. Looking down at her, her perfect ass pointed upwards, her massive tits swaying beneath her as she attacked his huge cock. He humped up into her as she kept at it. "You are a natural. I knew you would be fantastic at sucking dick! Fuck! But I didn't think you'd be this fucking good. Yes! I knew you'd end up my bitch the second you walked in here. Those tits... fuck... that ass... you're built to be on your knees, sucking my cock! Yes!"

She was laser-focused on sucking him off. She was facing down, eyes closed, her silky tresses falling against his crotch as she sucked his dick. Her hand had slid downward, massaging his nut-sack as she blew him. She had never done that before, but she just instinctually knew it would make him feel good. The true slut inside her was being brought to the surface the longer this went on. And this transformation was all on camera. He was still holding it in place, pointing down at his lap, capturing all the action.

"Fuck!" he grunted, sounding almost angry the pleasure was so good. He reached down again and curled her hair around his fingers, fucking up into her mouth as he pulled her down roughly, forcing his cock even deeper as she sucked him off, digging out more territory in her tight throat. As he brutally fucked her throat, he spoke up. "I've seen you in the neighborhood. Shaking that ass and those huge tits! Fuck! You probably didn't even know you were doing it! Damn... fuck, you're good at this! I bet you've teased so many men with that body, guys your age, or sad, desperate, lonely fathers. All of them. But I'm the one that gets you like they all dreamed about. Me! I'm the one that gets to throat-fuck your smart mouth! Ugh! I'm the one that's gonna treat you like the little bitch that you are. The way your pussy husband never could..." he boasted, his hips pumping upward. If she was offended by anything he said, she didn't show it, still giving his cock the same worshipful treatment, never slowing down as she swallowed his pole. Her chin wasn't up to his balls yet, but at the rate she was going, she could reach that goal by the end of the night.

Damn, if she was picking it up this fast, this girl was gonna be something special.

Through her lust-filled haze, his words finally hit her. While she was aware of the attention she could generate, she didn't know to what level it really occurred. Sure, while she was aware of the leering frat guys who wanted to get their hands on her huge jugs and do bad things to her hot ass, she wasn't aware of the fact that pretty much any guy she was around for any extended period of time wanted to do bad things to her hot body. Friends, neighbors, clients, coworkers, all of them. But she was unattainable, too nice and too sweet to ever consider cheating on her husband, a man who was clearly the love of her life. So those other decent guys never made a move. Out of respect. But Bruce... he was not most men. He didn't respect her. He didn't care about her marriage. He didn't give a shit about how nice and kind she was. She had huge, perfect tits and a hot ass, and that was enough to convince him he could make her an eager convert to the art of worshipping his cock.
And clearly, he'd been proven right.

Taking himself right up to the edge, his cock throbbing as he brutally fucked her throat at a savage pace, he had enough self-control to hold off, knowing that he didn't want to cum just yet. Plus, he could see that she was beginning to struggle for breath. Holding off his climax, with the discipline only a man his age could have, he released his grip on her hair, letting her go. With a gasp, she pulled her mouth from his bone-hard weapon, thick bands of drool connecting her mouth to the ruthless old man's monster dick. Red-faced, she panted for breath and wiped her hand over her face, as her own spit had coated her mouth area. If she was bothered by such rough treatment, she didn't show it, her gorgeous face wearing a huge grin. But mercy was short from a man like Bruce, and he was eager to move things along.

"Stand up!" he commanded, and she complied, a little dazed as she did so.

Moving quickly, he pushed himself out of his chair, forcing her back slightly, his spit-soaked cock still hanging out of his pants, swaying in the air. Walking towards a small table near the kitchen, he quickly reached a chair with his coat hanging along the back. Reaching down into one of the pockets of the coat, he quickly removed a tiny clump of lacy red material.

"Put these on," he demanded, putting the tiny garments in her hand. He had boasted about stealing some of the lingerie he put labels on at the plant, and he had lived up to his word, having some at the ready to hand off to the young wife.

"Um..." she said, looking at what she was now holding, some thin red lacy garments that she could barely make heads or tails of. They looked microscopic, almost. She had never worn anything nearly this skimpy. For a moment, she was confused as to how he wanted her to do this, but he was right there to guide her along.

"Go in my room and change into these..." he told her, putting his hand on her back to guide her, eyeing up both her tits and ass hungrily as he did so, imagining her body in these tiny garments. "I don't want to see you in the shit your husband gets to see you in. I have higher standards than that."

"Oh... okay..." she said, stumbling slightly as she walked across the room, turning the corner and entering his room. It was a sparse room, like the rest of his house. A big bed, with a black frame and black sheets. A tall wooden dresser, and a mirror above another dresser opposite the bed. Nothing on the walls. Nothing out of place. It was very unwelcoming, yet there she was, poised to change into a truly filthy outfit for the benefit of this wicked older man. Despite how far she had gone along this path, she had to pause and ask herself if she should be doing this. Because this, more than anything, was seemingly the last straw. If she went along with this, there was really no going back.

She was a married woman. She loved her husband. She loved her life. She was proud of the woman she'd become. Was doing this for the sake of a holiday really worth... this? Was it worth letting this wicked old man defile her like he so desired? No, it couldn't be. That'd be ridiculous. Deep down, she knew that, yet she was still going along with this. Why? It was then that she began to realize that maybe this wasn't just about Christmas. Maybe this was about her, and some untapped desire deep inside her that this older man had uncovered. Some need to take advantage of the desire she instilled in men. To finally just give in and be the sex object men saw her as. To finally use her body to its true potential, all for the benefit of this rude, wicked old man. Now that she was all alone, with the older man's presence not influencing her, she could examine her own desires. She could figure out what she wanted to do, without having her choice exerted upon by another. It was all up to her. She could run out of this house, or she could keep this nastiness going and truly see how far this would go. Despite having already sucked Bruce's dick, she could walk out of his house right now with her virtue mostly intact. Or, she could follow the wicked desires she had uncovered, subject herself to the whims of this brutish older man and become his slut. For anyone that knew her, they'd expect the answer to be obvious.

But was it?

As soon as Lacey had turned the corner and left his sight, Bruce had to take a deep breath and calm down. Grabbing his camera, he set it down on the coffee table, facing his room. He then sat down on the center of the couch and waited calmly, because he knew what was coming next.

She would be giving him exactly what he wanted.

Bruce was a man with decades of experience fucking young women. He knew how this always went. He knew how these girls' minds ticked. They would always act like they weren't that type of girl. These girls would say all the right things, about how much they loved their husband or boyfriend or girlfriend or whatever. But every one of these girls, no matter their marital status or sexual orientation, wanted to be seduced. They wanted to be convinced, to be won over by a charming seducer. And what Bruce lacked in charm, he made up for in equipment. Once these girls knew what he was packing, it was over. Any hopes they had, any dreams of love and marriage and loyalty they still possessed... once they saw the massive iron bar in his pants, they were finished. All those other concerns just stopped mattering.

For girls at a certain level of beauty and attractiveness, all they wanted was a man who was there equal. A man on their level. A man who could keep up with them. And while Bruce wasn't the best-looking man in the world, his manhood more than made up for it. And it was as if these girls had a sixth sense, as if some primordial instinct deep inside told them that he was hung like a horse, that would cause their behavior to change. They would flirt and tease and flaunt their bodies for him, sometimes unknowingly, almost asking to be seduced, just like Lacey had. And Bruce was more than capable of getting the job done.

It certainly didn't hurt that these girls were dying for it. No matter what their objection was, Bruce knew that they would do whatever mental gymnastics were required to justify letting themselves to submit to him and his wicked desires. They would convince themselves that they were in the right, that in submitting to the evil older man, they were doing it for a good reason. A reason that overrode any pesky ethical concerns they might have. Whether it was for charity, or for the schools, or to prove him wrong, or in this case, Christmas, they would justify it to themselves why they were willing to become a total whore for this seemingly unworthy old Grinch. And he would keep up his end of it, saying whatever needed to be said to allow these wannabe sluts to do what they so clearly already wanted to do.

And this bitch, Lacey, was so convinced of the power of Christmas. Bruce didn't care one iota about Christmas. He just wanted the young wife's ass, and he would play along with whatever he needed to get it. She had convinced herself that she was doing this to convince him of the power of Christmas. But he would never care about that shit. He would never be convinced. Not in the slightest. So, she was doing this for nothing. She was sacrificing her marriage, her dignity, and most importantly, her body, for literally nothing. He knew that, and deep down, she did too. She was doing this for the sole purpose of getting to experience the older man's giant cock in full, to become a huge slut and have dozens of screaming orgasms in the process. However she wanted to dress it up, that was the truth at its core. That is what she wanted most of all, and she would say or do anything to get it.

Just like all the other girls did.

So, when you ask why he was so convinced that she was going nowhere, that she would do whatever he asked of her, that she would march out in next to nothing, that was why. Lacey was a slut in the making, and he was the man to do the making. And they both knew that.

He leaned over and readjusted the camera, and it was just in time. At the moment the camera was in place, Lacey emerged to his sight again, the timing perfect. Lacey soon stood in front of him, looking slightly nervous, one hand resting on the corner of the wall. And clearly, she had made up her mind.

She was wearing the lingerie.

Bruce couldn't hide the hungry grin on his face. She'd actually gone and done it. She'd put on the lingerie. If this wasn't a surrender to the older man's twisted wiles, nothing else would be.

And she looked spectacular.

While some of the garments Bruce got his hands on at the plant were quite complicated, the items he had given to Lacey was far simpler. A thin, lacy red bra and a teeny, tiny red g-string. He had nicked them from a conveyor when no one was looking, for the sole purpose of adorning one of his conquests in them. And not only had he done it, his conquest was that hot young blonde, 10-out-of-10 wife from down the street with the perfect, round, mouth-watering ass and those big fucking tits. This might be his best work yet, and he took time to admire his prize.

Lacey looked incredible.

Up to this point, he'd only seen her covered up, and with it being the middle of winter, it wasn't like she was showing a lot of skin. Now... he was seeing A LOT of skin, more than most men ever got to see. Damn. The bra and g-string she was now wearing weren't exactly sized to fit her. He's simply stolen some underthings sized to about what he liked in a woman. Shapely ass. Huge tits. But Lacey... she exceeded those expectations by a lot, meaning the underwear was straining to contain her luscious body. So, in that sense, it fit her perfectly.

Bruce looked at her from the floor upwards. Her bare feet were pressed into the carpeting as she stepped forward into the room. His eyes kept rising. Her long, well-formed legs were bare, exposing her slim calves and firm, fit thighs. Her skin looked smooth and snowy as his gaze rose upward. His eyes settled on her crotch. The little red lacy triangle of material there barely shielded anything, covering as little as possible. The tiny little red triangle of material barely covered her pussy, as it was scooped very low to show as much skin as possible. And the best part was that it was pretty much see-through, allowing the older man to see the lips of her married pussy and her tiny little landing strip. No doubt that tiny little strip of hair above her pussy was meant for her husband's eyes, but Bruce was getting to see it instead.

His eyes kept looking up her hot married body. Her flat, fit belly showed off her commitment to fitness, as he laid eyes upon her well-earned, subtle feminine muscles there. The only interruption was her sexy navel, and for a moment, his vision was consumed by it. Her stomach, like the rest of her, had the same pale, creamy complexion. Her snowy skin looked so smooth and firm that he couldn't wait to run his experienced fingers all over them.

And speaking of things he wanted to get his hands on...

Bruce was a breast-man through and through, and he had seen some impressive pairs in his day. But this young wife's impressive set might take the cake. God damn... he knew they were big, but he didn't fully realize how absolutely massive they were until right this moment.

Clad in a bra a size or two too small for her, the red lace struggled to contain her mammoth tits. Full and round and truly immense, her giant melons were bursting to escape. Full enough to both ride close together and be very obviously visible from behind her, the copious flesh jiggled with each small movement she made. The red material of the bra covered the bottom portions of her big tits and not much else, leaving a huge expanse of smooth, bare flesh exposed, as well as fully showcasing the mammoth canyon of smooth, mouth-watering cleavage in between. Damn... he couldn't wait to slide his big dick between those suckers. That fucking cleavage was so deep even his huge cock might disappear between them. He couldn't wait to find out.

The lacy bra stretched around the fronts of her enormous double F-cup breasts, and the weight it was trying to hold back was so heavy that the cups were digging into her skin ever so slightly. Her huge, fleshy tits were oozing around the edges of the tiny garment, from above the cups and around the sides. The only thing holding the bra on were the two thin straps digging into her shoulders, and the thin little piece of material stretching across her cleavage to hold the two cups together, like a crumbling bridge over a canyon.

And like the bottoms, the bra was made of a thin, transparent red lace, meaning the mean old man was now getting a primo view of the married woman's nipples for the very first time. Large, circular pink areolas, capped off with hardened nubs, calling out to him, begging to be noticed by the brutish older man. And he was noticing, his mouth practically drooling at the sight of them.

Bruce's eyes rose upwards, past the vaulting balloons on her chest, up to her gorgeous face, where she was looking slightly nervous, biting her lip and looking up at the seated man.

"It's..." she began. "It's a little small."

"No, it's perfect," he said with a hungry grin, gazing at her perfect tits. Her eyes fell to his lap, where his cock was still exposed, continuing to stand like a tower. It was still swollen and throbbing, and it sent a small thrill through her to see that she met his approval. She had never dressed up like this, and she was starting to enjoy being a tiny bit slutty. Although, after sucking the older man's giant cock for the sole reason that it was giant and perfect and mouth-watering, and then dressing up in next to nothing for the evil old scrooge... this might be beyond just a tiny bit slutty. In fact, she was well on her way to becoming a complete and total whore, merely for the benefit of this wicked older man.

"Turn around," he said, spinning his fingers in the air. Still slightly nervous and inexperienced at showcasing herself like this for someone else, she spun around slowly, giving Bruce a view of her from behind.

The older man's eyes went wide.

Lacey had come to his house bundled up for the winter cold, but the older man had talked her into a lacy red bra and a fucking g-string. Now he was getting to see the benefits of such a garment. Bruce eyes were locked on the married woman's ass, which was just fucking hanging out, begging to be admired. The blonde's heart-shaped rear end was just perfectly formed, firm and juicy and perfect. Each ripe cheek was perky and full, standing out proudly from her slim body. The straps from the g-string rode along the upper clefts of her ass cheeks, before meeting in a small knot just above her ass crack. There, the tiny little red string descended between her perfectly sculpted globes, disappearing quickly before meeting at the little triangle covering her crotch.

The rest of her looked just as great, even when looking at her from behind. Her slim, well-formed legs. Her fit, taut back, with the bra digging into her soft, snowy flesh. But his eyes stayed glued to her rear end. She glanced back over her shoulder at him, into those same eyes that remained arrested to her backside. She couldn't read his thoughts, but she could see the heat in his normally cold gaze. And it was probably for the best that she couldn't read his mind, because he was already coming up with all sorts of awful things he wanted to do to that ass of hers. Such perfection was not meant to last. He was gonna do bad things to that ass. An ass like hers was meant to be broken in and brought to heel. An ass like hers was meant to spanked, fucked, and dominated. And it was a miracle that she'd gone this long without crossing paths with a man like him, a man capable of making her submit.

That would change today.

"You ever wear anything like this? A g-string?" Bruce asked, unconsciously stroking himself in full view of her.

"No... nothing like this," she said truthfully. She was a practical gal, wearing simple cotton underwear and bras, only spicing it up when she wore more boy-short style panties.

"God, your ass is perfect for them," he stated. "I can't believe your husband doesn't make you wear anything like this. Damn, I knew he was a pussy..."

"No, he wouldn't do that," Lacey said. It was true. Derrick never once even broached the subject of giving his opinion on what he liked seeing her wear underwear-wise. With her body, anything she chose was fine with him. He never raised a fuss. He was not a demanding man, especially with his gorgeous wife.

Bruce felt differently.

"Well, you should," Bruce stated simply, delighted by the fact that he was the first to see Lacey like this. "That ass is too fucking perfect not to. From now on, you will be wearing something like this. Any day that fucking ass isn't a thong or g-string is a day wasted."

"Uh... okay..." she said, ceding her future underwear decisions to her old scrooge of a neighbor. She wanted to disagree, but, glancing down at herself... her ass did look amazing like this. It wouldn't be so bad to keep wearing stuff like this... right?

Encouraged at how easily she took to his firm suggestion, he decided to push things along further, eager to get his hands on that body.

"Come over here," he said, curling his finger.

Obediently, she spun around and began to slowly approach him, nervously, eyes on the floor. But Bruce wasn't looking for eye contact from her, because his eyes were looking somewhere else, specifically her giant, bouncing tits.

Bruce's eyes were almost mesmerized by the intense jiggling of her massive married tits as she moved towards him, walking around the coffee table, getting closer and closer. As she walked, those massive, heavy udders of hers bounced and jiggled in an almost hypnotic fashion. Her fleshy jugs kept threatening to ooze over the edges of her bra, as if they wanted to be exposed to the older man. And as she took her slow gentle steps towards him, they bounced against each other, her rippling cleavage making the older man drool. Even Bruce's cold, scrooge-like eyes burned with heat. He had enough brain power at the moment to grab the camera off the table and point it at the young wife, wanting to capture what was about to happen.

Lacey could feel the old man's burning vision against her chest, watching her boobs bounce and shake. She could feel his eyes staring right at her barely concealed nipples, staring at the hard nubs through the lace. Whenever this happened in the past, whenever she saw some guy at a party or in some other social setting staring at her boobs, she would usually cover herself up, or say something to the guy. Derrick or her friends would always try to get her to just ignore this kind of attention, but Lacey took pride in the fact that she always stood up for herself.

But not with Bruce.

With Bruce, she let him stare. She let him gaze openly at her colossal, barely concealed, bra-clad tits, a right she never allowed any man. She would even chide her husband for staring at her perfect tits for too long. But at this point, after having been sweet-talked into a tiny lace bra and a thong after having sucked his monster cock, he had certainly earned the right to look. For Derrick, it took him months of dating and doing everything he could to earn her trust before she let him see the goods. But for Bruce, it took a couple hours of making rude comments, threatening to expose himself, and showcasing some truly filthy, hardcore, homemade porn to reach the exact same point. And not only to get her willing to let him see the goods, but to surrender to him completely. And he didn't have to waste money on dates and the wedding and all that other lame shit. He just had talk to her like a sex object long enough for her to start believing it.
Bruce was truly a master of this.

The young wife came to a stop in front of the seated older man. Nervously, she looked down at him as he looked up at her, practically licking his lips. Her hands were clutched together, her arms pressing her boobs together, making them balloon outwards. Bruce could barely contain his joy at this sight. She might act all nervous and girly, but he could see those nipples of hers through the lace of her bra. They were throbbing. She was enjoying this as much as he was. And he was about to enjoy this even more.

"Take off your bra," he commanded, leaning back on the couch like a king, giving a command to his subject.

"My bra?" she questioned. Despite how much she was enjoying this, she knew that things were getting more and more real. "Um, I don't know if..."

"I can practically see everything already," he interrupted, not wanting to see her play out her little nervous 'I don't know' act. "You've watched footage of me fucking the living daylights out of little married sluts like you. You've listened to me talk about all the things I think about that body of yours, so my intentions were never in question. You drooled all over my big dick and let me talk you into dressing like the fucking slut you truly are. We both know this ends with your tits in my face, so... just ditch the bra and show them to me."

She looked away as he exposed the hypocrisy in being shy right now. He was right. He could not have been clearer in his intentions. What he wanted was never in doubt. Yet, despite all her earlier rejections of him, after promising herself that what he wanted would never happen, she was right here, dressed like this, going along with him. Damn, he was good at this. She could run away and escape this evil old man's clutches, but she knew the truth. That wasn't gonna happen. Bruce was right. They both knew exactly how this was gonna end.

Glancing up at the seated man, with not a word raised in her own defense, she reached behind her own back, and with deft fingers, effortlessly unclasped her bra. Eyes locked on her barely concealed tits, he watched the tiny lace garment practically slingshot forward from the massive force it was trying to hold back. But the hanging lace garment was still blocking his view, and it wasn't until she brought her arms forward that the bra fell down her arms and landed on the floor. His eyes went wide at the sight before him.

Lacey was now standing in front of the evil old man... topless.

He tried to stay in control of himself, but that came with a bit of a struggle. Lacey had, without a doubt, the largest, perkiest, most perfect pair of huge tits he'd ever seen. They had looked mammoth stuffed into that bra, but out of it, they looked even bigger. Massive, round, and full, they vaulted off her chest, firm and proud, riding close together to form a perfect chasm of cleavage while also standing out on the sides. They were fucking gigantic! And the shape... holy fuck. They were circular and smooth, as if they were sculpted by an artist. They jiggled ever so slightly with every little move she made, and the skin looked so soft to the touch. And her hard nipples, surrounded by perfectly round pink areolas, called out to him.

He wanted to defile these perfect tits.

"God damn..." he sighed, admiring the married woman's tits now exposed to him. He reached to the side table and grabbed his beer, polishing it off as he sat there and stared, like a barely restrained animal. Lacey didn't know what else to do as she stood on display for him. So as he stared she returned the favor, her eyes locked on the towering pillar that was his dick, still hanging out of his pants, pointed upwards. "How many men have seen those tits?"

"Not many..." she said softly. Nervously.

"Ah! Well, I'm one of the lucky few," he said with a smirk, gaping at the perfect expanse of titty-flesh. "I am surprised, though. You came here just dying to show them to me from the moment you stepped inside. I'm surprised no one else made you feel the same way. You must really like me, haha!" Like wasn't the right word for it, really. More like the overwhelming physical reaction of a young, super-hot, undersexed wife when meeting a true-blue alpha male. Something about him just pushed all her buttons, and she slid down a slippery slope in catering to his whims to the point where she was now standing topless before him. Every fiber in her being was telling her to please this brutish older man in a way she had never had before with any other man, her husband included. Her husband had never inspired this level of overwhelming lust, which is why her sex life with him was only occasional. But Bruce could inspire that level of lust, which is why he got laid like crazy.

That's why she was showing him her huge naked tits.

And that's why he was about to get laid again.

And it was why she was gonna let him do just about whatever he wanted to her.

"You've been parading those suckers around here for months now," he began. "It's about time I get a sample."

Bruce propped the camera on the back edge of the couch and leaned forward. He looked up at her, daring her to stop him, but she did nothing as he raised his hands upward. Unable to control himself any longer, he slid his hands forward and pressed them against the young married woman's massive, jutting tits.

"Oh..." he sighed reflexively as his hands slid against the young wife's soft, luscious tits. He couldn't contain the pleasured groan escaping his throat as his palms made contact against bare skin. Damn... hands as rough as his deserved tits this soft and perfect. He palmed Lacey's massive melons greedily, sliding his hands all over her huge succulent breasts, letting his fingers touch every square inch of smooth breast-flesh. He wanted to feel her up while her tits were still unblemished by the wickedness he was planning to inflict upon them. He let his fingers circle her nipples before spreading his fingers outwards, holding his hands in place, looking up at her, drawing out this inevitable moment. Finally, with her watching, his face twisted up in lust as he finally gave her huge tits a firm healthy squeeze. "MMmmmmhhhmmm..." he groaned.

"Oh my God!" she sighed, her head rolling in pleasure as the older man felt her up. Bruce's hands were quite active, sliding along the sides of her breasts, cupping the undersides, and sawing his palms through her cleavage. The skin was so god damn soft and luscious. He couldn't enough, squeezing them over and over again, his grip getting rougher each time, his face twisted up in nasty expression of pure lust. Soon, he was digging his fingers into her soft, fleshy breasts hard, but she only sighed and moaned and kept pushing her tits out against his greedy palms. Despite everything she told herself, she was loving this rough treatment, enjoying this older man shamelessly feeling her up.

"Ha... I offered this to you at the beginning," he began with a smirk. "Letting me squeeze your tits in exchange for me doing all that Christmas shit. Now look at you... you're going a whole lot further for the very same thing. Haha. Not much of a negotiator, are you?" he asked, mocking her as he felt her up. It was true, as she had backed down on every bit of her argument while he remained undeterred in his mission to conquer this young woman and her hot body. With him watching her reaction, he slapped the side of her tits with one hand.

"Oh!" she sighed softly before giving the same treatment on the other side of her rack. She moaned softly again, and her nipples throbbed in excitement.

"Damn, I can't wait to fuck these tits..." he said to himself as he felt her up some more. He was almost insane with lust, talking to himself under his breath. She only picked up a few words. "Bitch." "Slut." "Fucking tits..." She had stepped closer to him through all this as she let him feel her up. "I'm gonna fuck them hard and cum all over them," he added, speaking up. Looking up at her, he slapped the side of her rack again before leaning back. "But that comes later," he announced, reaching to grab the camera before putting it back on the table, pointing it back at them, before sitting back and looking up at her.

"Come on..." he urged her. "Come get on Santa's lap..." he added, speaking her language. She took a nervous step forwards, but that wasn't quick enough for him. Impatient with lust, he grabbed her roughly by the hips and pulled her into place, so she was straddling his lap, facing him, her massive boobs jiggling right in front of him. His throbbing dick was still hanging out of his pants standing tall like a tower from his crotch as she hovered above him. He reached down and angrily tugged her underwear to the side, exposing her bare pussy to his eyes. But he was too impatient to study her plump pussy lips and sexy landing strip. All that mattered was that his massive weapon was now pointing directly at her eager married pussy. And nothing was gonna stop them from coming together.

"Sit down on it," Bruce growled, letting his eyes glance at her bare tits, now within inches of his hungry face. It took all his will to focus on the task at hand and not just dive in to her cleavage face-first. "Sit down on that dick, bitch."

Too far along the path to stop now, Lacey reached down and grabbed the base of his pole, making sure it's aim was true. Her husband, her dignity, and most pressingly, Christmas, weren't on her mind in the slightest. The only thing that mattered was the giant slab of meat throbbing in her palm and getting it deep inside her as quickly as possible. Without hesitation, she lowered herself down till the head of the older man's mighty, evil old dick pressed against the entrance to her plump, tight, eager young cunt. Meeting his cold, icy gaze with her nervous one, she paused for just a moment. But he wasn't gonna wait any longer. Still gripping her hips, he pulled her down, and the head of his dick pushed apart the lips of her waiting pussy.

"OHHHH!" she moaned in shock.

"Mmmmm..." he groaned from his throat as the tip of his big cock nestled itself in her dripping pussy.

"Oh my God!" she called out. Obviously, she knew he was huge, but feeling his massive weapon trying to gain entrance into her tight pussy really proved how big he was. In a normal situation, she would take her time and really get used to it. But this wasn't a normal situation, and Bruce was not a patient man. So, without mercy, he pulled her down deeper, sliding about half of his thick cock into her married pussy.

"OH MY GOD! Ahhhh!" she screamed out as the older man resized her tight young cunt with his massive rod. He was so damn big! She had never experienced anything like this. In the speed of this encounter, she had almost forgotten that this was infidelity, that she was now cheating on her husband for the first time. She wished she could take time to really feel that guilt, but her physical needs were center stage. She felt filled in a way she never had before, and he was only halfway inside her. But he was already touching areas that had never been touched. At first, it kinda hurt, but it was a good hurt, and the more she adjusted to it, the more she enjoyed it. That being said, she didn't think she could take anymore. He was just too huge.

"Hhmmmm!" he groaned. Goddamn, she was tight. Her cunt was wrapped around his thick, meaty pole, stretched to the max, overfilled with dick, clutching his manhood as tight could be. Needless to say, it felt fucking fantastic. And if there were any doubts about whether she enjoyed having such a massive weapon lodged up her pussy, it's tight, unrelenting grip and the fact her juices were gushing all over it should answer them.

"Oh my god, oh my god!" she panted, her pussy spasming on the older man's penis as she adjusted to his size. But Bruce was merciless as he gripped her hips and roughly pushed the remaining five inches of cock deep inside her.

"AHHHHHHHHHHH!" she squealed loudly as she was filled to the brim with ten and a half inches of old man dick. Her entire body jerked in shock as she was filled up past the point she thought possible, his big hands holding her in place, making her get used to his immense size. She thought she was filled before, but now, she was positively stuffed. She collapsed against him, her bare tits pressing into his clothed chest, as she writhed on Bruce's big dick.

Bruce held her in place, making her married pussy get used to his massive size. As he did, he grit his teeth and tried his best to ride out the pleasure her tight, grasping cunt was bringing him. Damn... he'd gotten a lot of top tier pussy in his day. But fuck... this might be the best yet. Her cunt was stretched to the brim around his thick post, squeezing the living daylights out of it. The walls of her pussy were wrapped around his full length, squeezing it, flexing around it, making his balls boil. The head of his dick was buried deep in untouched places deep inside the young woman's pussy, and the knowledge of that fact sent tingles along his length.

Fuck, this was fucking good.

Bruce had fucked lots of married women... lots of them. But this one... Lacey, she might take the cake. She had acted all nice and sweet, but that tight little married cunt of hers took to his massive length right away. This sweet, kind, good-hearted married woman also just happened to be able to take a massive, ten-and-a-half-inch dick deep inside her all the way up to the balls. You couldn't possibly deny that she was built for this. She fit him perfectly, squeezing every inch of his swollen cock, bringing the evil older man incomparable pleasure. She was positively gushing all over his excessive length like crazy, her cunt drooling all over his big nasty cock. She was loving this.

"Ahhhhh!" she gasped, eyes closed, her luscious frame still spasming as her pussy adjusted to his massive pole. So big... so big... so damn big! No man had ever been even close to this. Any of her old boyfriends, or Derrick, none of them could fill her pussy like Bruce could. Holy shit. Her ass ground against his lap, his balls pressing into her ass. Her juices were leaking along his sack as her pussy gushed around him. Her hands were gripping Bruce's wide shoulders as she got used to his size, and she again rubbed her naked breasts against his chest.

"Mmmmmm..." Bruce groaned from deep in his throat as the young married woman's cunt pleasured his entire length, squeezing and massaging every square inch of his massive dick. Feeling her tits ballooning out against his chest, he ripped open his shirt and pulled it off, wanting to feel her big naked breasts against his bare chest. She was impressed by what she saw. His fit chest. His impressive arm muscles. Even at his age, it was clear he was a man who had taken care of himself.

Lacey kept grinding her pussy around his throbbing pole, and she would probably be content to take as long as she wanted to get used to his massive size. But Bruce was not about to wait around.

SPANK!

"C'mon!" he growled, reaching around to slap her ass, wanting to spur her into action. "Move your ass! Ride this big dick!"

Not wanting to disappoint him, she lifted herself up, his thick, swollen meat sliding out of her grasping pussy. Surprisingly enough, as difficult as it was to adjust to his size, as soon as she got halfway up, she felt empty. Unable to resist, she dropped herself back into his lap.

"Oh!" she sighed, her ass slamming into his lap as her eager cunt swallowed up his big dick again.

"Again!" he growled, spanking her juicy ass again. She repeated the motion, slowly rising and falling. Then she did it again, and again, until she began to bounce at a steady rhythm.

"Oh my God!" Lacey sighed softly as she bounced on the older man's cock. As she got into it, she began bouncing up a little more each time, taking more dick on each bounce. At first, having his huge, bulging cock buried completely in her small, tight pussy felt more awkward than good, but there was enough pleasure there for her to keep going. And as she worked up into a good rhythm, it slowly began feeling better and better.

"Fuck..." Bruce sighed. As the married blonde rode his big dick, her huge breasts bounced right in his face, and finally ready to cut loose, Bruce didn't hesitate to indulge himself. Leaning forward, he pressed his face right against her tits, letting the soft flesh cascade against his face as she rode him. She leaned forward, allowing him to immerse himself in her bulbous rack. He reached up and squeezed her perky jugs firmly, gripping them in his palms as she fucked him. As the old scrooge scrubbed his face against the young married woman's perfect, soft, succulent tits vigorously, he felt her throbbing nipples scraping across his chiseled facial features. They were clearly looking for a mouth, and he was happy to oblige, sliding his lips around her hard nipples.

"Ah!" she sighed as the older man began sucking her big tits. She had come here so ready to win him over with her kind heart and positive demeanor, but here she was, letting him suck on her perfect tits while riding his huge dick. He switched between nipples until they were both covered in his spit. After fully availing himself in her huge breasts, he sat back, his hands still squeezing her massive rack as she rode him.

"God damn! I love these fucking tits!" Bruce growled, slapping one of her big titties again, spurring her on to ride him harder and faster. This caused her boobs to bounce even more, and his big rough hands dug into them even more firmly. He dove back in and scrubbed his face into her massive, juicy tits, growling like a lion. Feeling her big, bare tits molding to his face as she rode him. Falling back, letting his hands dig into the succulent flesh of her massive tits, he smiled hungrily at her. "Look at you now, bitch. You came in here all smiles and sunshine, and all I did was tear you down, tear your husband down, and tear down your favorite fucking holiday. And now your shoving your huge boobs in my face and riding my big fucking cock! Haha! I love it!"

"Oh my God!" she sighed. She bounced a little faster as the evil old man tore her down, but she was still holding back. Not saying anything to defend herself. Not letting go and fully embracing this fierce fucking. She was staying quiet and biting her lip, only letting out small little moans of pleasure. She was bouncing lightly, and she was doing a good job at taking about half of his length on every bounce. But she could do so much better. This girl was built for it. Just, her body... her round, juicy ass, which was just fantastic. Her tits, which were absolutely massive and smooth and built to be squeezed. And her pussy was incredible, tight and wet and oh so eager. This bitch wasn't just built for sex, but she was built for nasty, brutal, hardcore fucking.

And she needed to understand that.

"C'mon!" he roared again, reaching around her to slap her ass again. "You're a fucking whore! Act like one!"

Lacey wanted to be offended at his course language, and all the other nasty things he was saying, but she didn't have a leg to stand on, really. The only leg available was the third leg hanging between the older man's legs, which she was doing her best to ride as rapidly as possible. But that wasn't enough for him, and wanting to please him, she picked up the pace, bouncing a little faster, rising a bit further up along his lengthy cock. That discomfort she initially felt at taking his incredible size inside her was slowly disappearing, and as she picked up the pace, it began feeling really, REALLY good.

"Oh my god!" she sighed, speaking up. "So big... ugh... oh my god! Ugh! You're so hard!" Other than his size, that was the one thing she couldn't help but notice. Yeah, she was talented at making all men around her hard, but making a dick of such size and girth as hard as granite made it all the more noticeable. The fact she could make a cock like his throb was a point of pride for her, strange as it may sound.
As she bounced, her huge breasts were bouncing even more. But luckily, his large hands were there to hold them in place, squeezing them greedily as they jiggled. Bruce groaned in pleasure as he fucked up into her ever so slightly. Her wet, tight cunt felt incredible around Bruce's massive dick, but she was still being tentative. Sure, she was going a bit faster, and taking a bit more of his length every time. But that wasn't enough for him. He wanted this bitch to bounce on his entire length as hard and fast as possible, moaning like a whore, and screaming out every curse word in the book. And if she wasn't gonna do that herself, he figured he ought to just show her.

Lacey was startled as Bruce suddenly pushed her to the side, causing his swollen dick to slide out of her as she fell face first against the couch cushion next to him. As this happened, Bruce slid out from beneath her and stood up, leaving her face down, ass up on the couch. As he discarded the rest of his clothes, the young wife pushed herself up onto her hands and knees and looked back at the older man, confused. But this didn't last long, as Bruce kneeled on the couch behind her and roughly shoved her upper half down against the couch cushion. He sidled into place behind her, his sex-juice soaked dick pointed at her entrance again.

"Time to show you what you're made of," he growled insidiously. He then grabbed her hips and flexed his hips forward, pushing his weapon into her tight quiver again.

"Oh!" she sighed as her temporarily empty pussy began to be refilled with excessive amounts of dick. He knew she could take it, so he wasn't patient in the slightest, quickly sliding his entire length deep inside her once again. "Oh my god!" she sighed again, having to wiggle and angle herself to allow the man entrance inside her again. Somehow, in this position, his already huge dick felt even bigger. "Fuck! Jesus!" she sighed as her pussy adjusted to his size again. But this time, he wasn't gonna give her any time to get used to it.

Snarling like an animal, he eased himself back till only the head of his girthy cock was still lodged inside her. Then, without mercy, he drove himself forward into her roughly, heaving his entire length inside her in savagely.

"OH! GOD..." she yelled out, her eyes widening in shock as her pussy stretched around his massive size again. Before she could fully recover, he was already sliding his cock back out to the tip before slamming it back in again. "UGH! OH MY GOD!" she screamed as she panted for breath like a woman giving birth. Still gripping her hips, he drove into her again, and again, and again, driving her entire body forwards. "OH! AHHH! UGHH!" she groaned as she took it.

"Take it!" he growled. "Take that dick, bitch!" He kept pumping his full length into her, again and again and again. His hands were gripping her hips as he drilled her, pulling her back into him as he drove into her, his fit stomach slamming into her ass every time. Her ass jiggled with every thrust as he kept pumping into her, stealing his gaze for a moment.

"Wait... wait... slow down," she called out, looking back at the merciless older man. But he was ruthless, picking up the pace despite her pleas for mercy, fucking her harder and harder. She began lifting her head ever so slightly, seeking kindness. But instead, he only grabbed her silky hair roughly, pulling her back hard. "Ah! AHHHH! AHHHHHHH!" she moaned as her entire body felt like it was on fire thanks to his efforts. Despite the rough treatment, she couldn't deny the electric jolts of pleasure coming from her dripping pussy.

"Don't act like you're not loving this!" the older man growled. "Talk to me, bitch! Tell me how much you love it!"

The sounds of meaty slapping as her ass slapped against his stomach filled the room. Her pussy was spasming around his swollen pole as he fucked her faster and faster, harder than she ever thought possible. Her gorgeous face was a mask of pleasure as her mouth remained open in a silent moan. His muscles were flexed as he gripped her hair with one hand and her hip with the other, drilling her roughly.

"Tell me you like getting fucked like a fucking whore!" he demanded, pumping into her, his cock like a blur as he fucked her brains out. She remained silent, her body tensed in pleasure. Bruce filled her with his entire length on every thrust, causing his sizable balls to slap against her clit.

"No..." she sighed softly, eyes closed, somehow clinging to some semblance of dignity despite the current circumstances.

"Haha!" he couldn't help but laugh at how silly this sounded. "Why? Cause you're married?" he asked mockingly.

"Married..." she repeated, eyes clenched shut, barely able to think straight as he kept filling her with dick, her ass kept slamming against his stomach as he did so. He couldn't help but notice her pushing back against him ever so slightly. Despite her soft pleas for mercy, she was clearly loving this rough treatment. Her pussy was getting wetter and wetter with every thrust, and her juices were leaking obscenely from her cunt as the older man worked his magic, drilling her harder and harder. Bruce leaned forward, yanking her further back as he brought his mouth near her ear.

"Talk to me, bitch!" he growled into her ear, still drilling her. As he fucked her, her massive tits were hanging down between her arms, rippling and bouncing as he pumped into her roughly. Reaching beneath her, he dug his big palm into her soft, luscious titties again. "These big, perfect tits? They are mine now! I don't care that you're married! I don't care if you pledged yourself to that pussy of a husband! These tits belong to me now!" he growled, groping her hanging jugs roughly.

"Oh my God!" she groaned, barely able to handle the rough treatment. She didn't know if she could agree with it, but God, did it ever feel like this old man had taken ownership of her huge breasts, stealing sole possession of them away from her husband. It sounded bad, but the thought of it made her pussy even wetter. But no... if she gave over total ownership of her body to this man, she would be his bitch forever. She couldn't do that.

Not yet.

Giving him no response, he opted to grab one of her hard nipples between his calloused fingers and twisted it hard. "AHHHHHH! Oh!" she screamed out, humping back at him further.

But still, she was holding back.

Growling, he pushed himself back, releasing his hold on her and leaving her on all fours in front of him. For a few moments, he savored humping into the young wife's eager cunt. Her body was loving the brutal, hardcore treatment, but that wasn't enough. He wanted to break her mind! He wanted to show her what she was built for. He wanted to teach her a lesson about the lust she inspired in so many men.

At this, his eyes drifted down to look at her firm, juicy white ass driving back into him, jiggling as he drilled her. The red g-string was still there, the tiny string lodged between the cheeks. Her snowy skin was glowing, coated with the sweat of exertion. That ass... that jiggling, juicy ass... it was taunting him. Jiggling. Bouncing. Fuck... so firm. So mouthwatering. So unblemished.

He realized he didn't just want to teach her a lesson.

He wanted to punish her.

Rearing back with one hand, still holding her hips with the other, he got to work.

SPANK!

"AHHH!" she moaned out in shock as the older man swatted her rear end. Despite the shock, an electric bolt of lust coursed through her from the firm contact.

SPANK! SPANK!

"OH!" she moaned out again. Holy crap! She was shocked at how good that felt!

He delighted in spanking the hot young wife's rear end. Such a perfect, bouncy rear end was built to be spanked and punished.

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!

"Mmmm!" she groaned, trying her best to suppress a very loud moan. No man had ever done anything like this to her, and the pleasure that was coursing through her at such an illicit, humiliating act was insane. She had never felt anything like this. Everything this older man was doing to her was driving her crazy, and despite the fact that she was a married woman letting an older man spank her g-string clad ass as he drilled her roughly, she couldn't stop herself from keeping on letting him do whatever the hell he wanted to her.

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!

"Ahhh..." she sighed, her body lighting up with pleasure.

"Damn, what an ass..." he groaned, admiring the way her snowy white ass began turning pink due to this harsh treatment. He ran his hand over the warm, pink flesh, groping her perfect rear end freely as he kept drilling her. "It was always gonna end like this..."

"Whuh..." she said, confused, glancing back at him, the pleasure that was still coursing through her putting her in a fog.

"You know exactly what you were doing, don't you?" he asked, before delivering another crisp spank.

SPANK!

"Oh!" she sighed in pleasure, her cunt squeezing down on his big dick as he kept pumping her married cunt. She was trying to seek out any source of strength, anything to deny this evil old man's assertions, and her mind went to her husband. Derrick. Sweet, kind Derrick. She tried to remember the strength of their love and marriage, but she had trouble focusing, Bruce's driving cock inflaming her thoughts of pure, unadulterated lust.

"Every time you go out in public, and act all nice and sweet, but we both know the truth..." he growled, spanking her again. She sighed in pleasure again. "You know exactly what you do to men..."

SPANK!

"OHH!" she screamed out as Bruce swatted her g-string clad ass even harder. She had to resist. She had to stay strong. She had to think of Derrick. She had to remember her marriage. But God, this felt so good! Why did this have to feel so good.

"You act like this little goody-too-shoes married sweetheart, but you know men check you out," Bruce stated, spanking ass loudly again. She groaned in a mix of pain and rapturous pleasure. "You know men stare at those huge tits and this perfect ass of yours."

SPANK! SPANK!

"Guhhh!" she groaned, jumping in shock but not moving away, staying in place, letting the older man continue to have his way with her body. Damn, this felt good! Stay strong! Think of Derrick!

"You know that every move you make makes men want to BAD things to you, hahaha..." he laughed insidiously, spanking her ass twice in succession, one across each cheek. "Fuck! Oh! Guys you went to school with... men you work with... any man that catches a glimpse of you. They want to run their hands all over you. They want to spank this hot ass, just like I am..." he said, swatting her ass firmly again. "They want to squeeze these big tits, like I have," he said, spanking her again. "They want to fuck your brains out and make you their bitch... like I'm going to."

SPANK! SPANK!

"Oh my God!" she cried out, never feeling more alive. She was on fire right now! Bruce kept pumping into her, ravaging her body with his big dick. No! She had to resist. Remember... ugh, damn! Bruce's cock was so big! No! She had to think of her, ugh... oh... she had to think of her husband. Damn! So good! Ugh! She had to resist. Stay strong. Think of her husband.

Whatever his name was.

"You bounce and jiggle around those men and you act like you're this little princess," he continued, driving into her hard. "But we both know what you really are. Damn! Fuck! We both know how badly you wanted this. How much you needed this! Oh! Yes! You were waiting for somebody to cut through the bullshit and bend you over! God damn! Yes! Rescue you from your sham marriage to your pussy husband. Take you to your limits. Show you what you're built for. Right?"

SPANK! SPANK!

"Right!?" he demanded. Her head was rolling as electric jolts resonated from her pink rear end due to the cruel treatment by this wicked old man.

She couldn't think straight she was so excited, let alone speak. Oh fuck! So good! Bruce's dick felt so good! Why was she resisting this? Why resist something that feels so good!?

"RIGHT!?" he demanded.

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!

"Yes!" she finally responded, lost in the heat of the moment, so overwhelmed. Nothing else mattered! Nothing else mattered except that big dick inside of her! It felt so good! UGH! That cock was amazing! in the moment that she would have said yes to anything he asked of her. She was that fucking horny!

SPANK! SPANK!

"AHHH!" she moaned, driving back into him harder.

"That's why you came here today, isn't it?" he asked with a grin, running his hands all over her perfect, juicy ass as he kept drilling her. Even though he wasn't holding her in place, she was dutifully forcing herself back at him, keeping this ongoing fuck as hard as possible. "It wasn't about Christmas or the neighborhood or anything else. You came here to tease me, didn't you?"

SPANK! SPANK!

"UGHHH!" she groaned. "Yes!" she called out, despite knowing this wasn't true.

"You did it all on purpose, didn't you?" he asked, rubbing her ass, toying with her, teasing his next spank. "You bent over in front of me earlier, just to show me this hot ass, didn't you?" She remained silent, until...

SPANK! SPANK!

"AHHH! Yes! Yes!" she called out. It was an accident, bending over before. She was admitting to something that wasn't actually true, just to please this evil old scrooge. Submitting to him in this way was only turning her on more.

"You unzipped your coat just because you wanted me to be able to see your big tits," he stated.

SPANK!

"Yes!" the wife called out, moaning in excitement, the spanking and the thought of this actually being true driving her crazy. She was driving back at him roughly, her massive, hanging tits bouncing like crazy now.

"You wanted to tease me because you knew I wouldn't put up with it," Bruce said.

SPANK!

"Ohhhh!" she moaned as his hand slapped her ass again, biting her lip in pleasure. Her pussy was spasming around his rock-hard length as he fucked her, giving him incomparable pleasure as his swollen meat returned the favor. She couldn't believe how smoothly he was pumping his massive cock into her now after how much effort it took at the start, but her married pussy had completely recalibrated itself to big, fat dick. And as it did, it felt like she was being taken to a whole new world. Her cute married pussy was evolving as it was being taught a valuable lesson by the massive, evil dick buried inside it, slowly but surely leaving all dignity behind and becoming a dripping, slutty, nasty CUNT!

But she couldn't tell him that.

SPANK!

"Because you wanted me to be the man to take you..."

SPANK!

"Gahh!" she screamed out, seeing lights in her eyes.

"You wanted me to be the man to dominate you like you wanted..."

SPANK!

"FUHHH!"

"You wanted me to be the man who got to run his hands all over your hot naked body..." he growled, putting the side of his hand between the cheeks and sliding it along her ass-crack, announcing his dominance over her with this simple gesture. With his other hand...

SPANK!

"OHHHH!" She screamed out loudly. She was so turned on she couldn't think straight. At this point, even she was starting to believe what he was saying. Maybe she did come here for this. Maybe she did come here to tease this evil, unpleasant older man with her hot married body. Maybe she did come here to submit to him... just this once.

"You want to be my bitch, don't you?" he growled.

SPANK! SPANK!

"DON'T YOU" he yelled.

Lacey's head was raised. She was breathing deep. Her eyes had rolled into the back of her head in pure, blinding pleasure. And at this point, she had to admit it. After all he had done to her, and her reaction to it, he had to be right. About everything. So, when she finally spoke up, she wasn't lying just to give him what he wanted.

She only spoke the truth.

"Yes! YES!" she screamed out. "I want to be your bitch!" she screamed out. At this, he drove into her harder, his hands getting back to work.

SPANK! SPANK!

"I wanted you to spank me!"

SPANK! SPANK!

"AHHH! Yes! I wanted to tease you with my ass!"

SPANK! SPANK!

"Guh! Oh... yes. I wanted to tease you with my big tits!"

SPANK! SPANK!

"OHHH! God! I wanted you to put your hands all over me!" she screamed out, pushing back as he drove himself into her roughly.

SPANK! SPANK!

"Ughhh! You're right! You're right! This wasn't about Christmas!"

SPANK! SPANK!

"OHHH! This wasn't about the neighborhood!"

SPANK! SPANK!

At this, she looked back and up at the older man, mouth panting, sweat on her brow, eyes glassy with lust. Looking straight into his eyes, she finally came out and said what he already knew.

"I came here to let you to do whatever you want to me!" Lacey said to him. Breathing like a bull, almost unable to contain himself, Bruce reacted.

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!

"AHHHHHHH!" she screamed out loudly.

His lust now at a fevered pitch, he grabbed her hips again and began pounding the married slut at a furious pace. Her body was shuddering as the old man fucked the young married slut hard.

"Mmmm... fuck!" he growled as her spectacular cunt squeezed his throbbing weapon, massaging every inch of it. For a man of incredible endurance, her pussy was fucking magic, making him struggle not to lose control. "Talk to me, bitch! Tell me how much you love being treated like a slut! How much of a slut you are!"

Lacey simply shook her head no, mouth clenched shut, unable to open it without moaning. For some reason, this was the sticking point for her. She was like 90% broken, but she was clinging to this last shred of herself. Despite everything, she was trying her best to hold onto her dignity for as long as she could. Sure, she had just admitted to coming over to his house for the sole purpose of letting him treat her like a whore. But there was something different about admitting that she was a slut, as if coming out and saying it would make it true. Yeah, she had come over, taken off her clothes, and let this evil old man brutally grope, squeeze, and spank her, all while letting him drill her as hard as he could. But this was a one-time event as of now. But if she admitted to being a slut, she would be a slut for good.

But this silence wasn't gonna satisfy old Brucey.

SPANK! SPANK!

"Talk to me, bitch!" he growled, her cunt gripping him in response to the firm spanks. "Hubby can't get the job done, right? He doesn't have the equipment... but I do. Don't I?" he asked, sweat dripping on his brow as he kept up the brutal pace. But again, she stayed silent, shaking her head no, not letting herself give in to him fully. Because if she did, there was no denying what she'd become. There would be no denying that she was nothing more than a nasty, wicked slut! Snarling, he fucked her harder, her pussy gushing all over his swollen pole. The obscene sounds of his balls slapping into her clit filled the room.

It was obvious to Bruce that she was clearly loving this, but she refused to let herself give in, a fact that both frustrated him and filled him with lust. Bruce loved a challenge, and God damn, this bitch was stubborn. How in the hell was she still holding back? He wanted more than anything to make this bitch curse and moan like the little slut she was.

"You're just a little slut," he growled, not picking up the pace but fucking her with more oomph, making her reddened ass shudder from the hard fucking. "'That's all you are. A little whore, willing to do anything for a huge dick! Fuck!" he growled. Again, she shook her head, trying to protect her pride despite the fact that she was getting drilled by a huge dick that was not her husband's. Furious, but blindingly turned on, he leaned over, putting his mouth near her ear. "TELL ME! Admit you're a slut! Admit you are loving this!" he demanded. He watched her from up close as she clenched her mouth shut, unable to open her mouth without giving in. He reached under her and availed himself in her massive, firm, double-F married tits roughly, just the way she liked it. "Tell me!" he growled again, his face near her ear as he kept pumping into her.
Lacey's body was shaking, her nerves coursing with electricity, her muscles twitching. Her mind was blinded with pure pleasure, and her cunt was drooling all over the older man's giant dick. She wanted to deny the older man's cruel words, she really did, but that was getting harder and harder. She couldn't even remember her husband's name at this point, the pleasure was too great. That dick was too good. Each spank was lighting her body on fire. Each ruthless thrust into her was taking her right up to the edge. Right up to the edge of giving in to the older man completely and fully accepting her place as a whore. She was so close... so close... so close...

And Bruce had exactly what it took to take her there.

Reaching down, Bruce slid his right hand into her shiny blonde locks again, curling it around his fingers. And, still thrusting his huge dick into her, and with one hand still groping her massive, perky tits, he pulled her head up by the hair, hard, rough, treating her with no mercy. Because sluts don't get mercy. And all these mean, filthy acts, combined together, had an effect.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhh FUCK!" Lacey screamed out, dropping an f-bomb for the first time in a long time, eyes rolling into the back of her head as the older man treated her so roughly. He pulled her up so firmly her hands rose from the couch, her face facing forward, and he maintained her hold on her. Gripping her blonde hair like the reigns on a horse, using his other hands to squeeze one of her massive boobs roughly, he pumped into her even harder with added leverage. "UH! Fuck! Fuck! FUCK!"

SPANK! SPANK!

Bruce pulled the hand that was squeezing her bulbous breasts away and roughly spanked her pink ass with his still maintaining his grip on her scalp. Still pumping up into her, he spoke up.

"Tell me!" he growled, seeing she had finally given in. And finally, with the dam burst, she relented.

"Yes! YES! I'm a slut! I'm a cheap fucking whore!" Lacey screamed out, her cunt squeezing the older man's dick at this admission. Energized, the older man drove into her even faster.

"You love it, don't you? You love getting fucked like this? You love this dick?" he asked.

"Yes! Fuck yes! I love it! I love that big fucking dick! It's the best! YES!" she screamed out in delight, heaving herself back at him lewdly. There were no doubts. No lies. Only truth in her words. Slamming his cock into her, drilling his full length in and out of her nasty cunt, he kept probing deeper.

"Hubby doesn't get the job done, does he?" he asked, wanting her to admit it.

"No! Fuck! Not like this! He can't do it like this! Shit! You're so much better... so much fucking better! Yes!" she squealed in delight, fucked so good she could speak nothing but the truth.

"His cock isn't as big as mine, is it?" he asked as the young married woman surrendered to him completely.

"NO! Fuck... not even close! No man is as big as you! Holy shit!" she moaned, the older man still pulling her hair as he drilled up into her. Reaching around her again to grip one of her giant tits again.

"Tell me what you really think of your husband now!" he growled evilly. It took a few moments for her to pull an image of her husband into her mind at this point, the pleasure was so overwhelming. Bruce's words about her husband... God, why couldn't she think of his name. But, uh, anyways, Bruce's words were occupying her mind pretty firmly now. So she gave him what he wanted to hear, which, to be honest, was pretty much the truth.

"Ugh! Fuck! He's a fucking pussy!" she growled, moaning out these words. At this admission, he pounded into her even harder. "You like that? You like me telling you that my husband's not half the man you are? That he's a pussy, and you're a fucking real man! With a huge, perfect dick! AHHH! YYYYEEESSSS!" At this, he began fucking into her furiously, blinded by lust, squeezing one of her huge tits again. The dam now burst, she couldn't stop herself from stroking the older man's ego. "This dick is the best! Oh my God! It feels so good inside my fucking nasty cunt! It's hitting places no one else can! Fuck! I love it! Fuck me! FUCK ME! Fuck my nasty cunt! Yes! I fucking love your huge dick! I wanted it the second I saw your fucking bulge!"

"Mmmmmm..." he groaned as the young wife started really getting into the filth.

"I might have acted disgusted, but I wasn't!" Lacey admitted. "Fuck! Yes! I don't care what I said before. It doesn't matter. I wanted it! I wanted that dick from the start! I wanted to suck it! I wanted to fuck it! I wanted to fucking worship it! Yes! YES! I wanted to be a slave to your big fat fucking cock!"

"God damn!" Bruce moaned, thoroughly impressed with the young wife now that she was reaching her full potential. Pushing her back down onto all fours, he really began boring down on her eager pussy. "You're fucking good! You're a good little whore!"

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Lacey moaned, her entire body shuddering as the older man drilled her hard. Her pussy was going crazy around Bruce's gargantuan pole as a cascade of mini-orgasms coursed through her.

As he kept pumping into her, her position on all fours allowed him a good view of her giant breasts quaking with each hard thrust. He couldn't imagine how good they looked jiggling and bouncing on camera. Glancing at the camera on the table, he was delighted that all this footage was now on film. This might have been his best work yet.

Unable to stop himself, wanting to both put on a good show and get his hands on those juicy tits again, forever and ever, he yanked at her hair harder, pulling her further upwards so her back was against his front once more, allowing him easy access to her massive married tits again. Reaching around her slim frame, he greedily groped her large, fleshy breasts again, fucking up into her as he did so.

"These tits are mine now!" he growled into her ear as he kept running his palm all over her smooth breast-flesh, returning to one of the questions she had denied him an answer to before. But this time, she was ready to admit the truth.

"Yes!" she moaned out in rapturous pleasure from the rough pulling of her hair and the beefy dick filling her up.

"You married that pussy of a husband, and he thought that made these tits his," he began, running his hand across her massive bare breasts. "Fuck! But they're mine now. You can tease him with them, you can tease every other man with them, but only I get to squeeze them! Fuck! Only I get to feel the soft flesh running over my hands! Damn! Not your husband! Not anyone else! Me! These tits are mine now! I get to squeeze them! I get to fuck them! I get to cum all over them!" he growled.

"YES! FUCK! Yes! Whatever you want!" she sighed, eyes closed, allowing this wicked old man to now take full ownership of her massive mouthwatering rack. He kept squeezing her huge tits greedily at this admission, feeling the soft, succulent flesh and savoring the fact that he had full access to these tits from now on. Knowing he didn't need the help anymore, he released his grip on her blonde hair and slid that other hand around her, now squeezing her luscious boobs with both hands.

"Holy shit..." he growled to himself at the feeling of such succulent flesh filling his palms. His cock twitched, as this sensation was enough to send a thrill through him that told him he wouldn't be able to last as long as he normally did. Not this time. Not with this sexy bitch.

Wanting to prolong this as much as he could, he reluctantly released his grip on her boobs, pushing her back down onto all fours. Grabbing her hips again, he resumed giving the eager bitch his full length. Bent over, head held dutifully in place facing forward, her breasts swaying in the air, Lacey eagerly took it, her body ready to explode.

SPANK! SPANK!

"Ahhh! Yes! I love it! I love how you spank my fucking slutty ass!" she moaned out. "I've had men slap my ass before, and I slapped them back. But... fuck... you can do it whenever you want! YES!" She said in almost a seductive purr.

"Fuck..." he groaned, his nuts twitching in excitement. Even he was amazed at how quickly this had progressed. "Look at you... shit! Look at you! What a whore you turned out to be! Damn! Fuck! I actually thought, for a minute, you might actually be what you said you were! Mmmm... shit! Damn, this pussy is magic! But no... you're just like the rest! Just a little whore who wants to get deep-dicked! Just another slut who wanted to have hot nasty sex with me on camera! Yes!"

Lacey had completely forgotten that this was being recorded. Every second of action had been put on camera. It was sitting there on the table, pointed at them, recording them in profile, the brutish older man, the young married blonde on all fours, her huge tits bouncing and jiggling. It captured every second of him fucking her brains out, and it also captured her complete descent into admitting her whoredom. That was all now on record, and there was no going back. Maybe a few hours prior, she would be horrified by this, but now, knowing she was on tape just like all those other girls, on display for this older man whenever he wanted to watch, acting like a complete and total whore for him, it only turned her on even more.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck! AHHHMMMPPHHHH!" she said, putting her face down and screaming into the couch cushion. The older man, now coated with sweat, kept at it, fucking her at a relentless pace, filling her from the tip to the nuts on every thrust.

"At least all those other girls were upfront about it. Fuck..." Bruce said, wearing down slightly but still giving her his best. "But you... you whored yourself out for a fucking holiday! That's all it fucking took for you to act like a fucking slut for me! Mmmmmm... fuck! God damn! You're probably even nastier than all those other sluts!"

"Oh my God!" Lacey sighed, her face rolling to the side as she took in the truth of his words. She had completely forgotten why she had talked herself into this, about this being about Christmas, and decorations, and all that shit. He used that as a bargaining chip to get in her pants, and it had worked. It had SO fucking worked. Bent over in front of him, she couldn't deny that.

"But I must admit... this is the best Christmas Eve I've ever had, so maybe you're right. Haha!" he said, his cock throbbing. It was true. He was a lone wolf with no family, and he spent most Christmases on his own, getting older and bitter, taking his only pleasure in women and booze. And yet, this gorgeous Christmas slut comes his door, all but asking to be dominated, and she takes to his dick like she was born for it.

It might just be a goddamn Christmas miracle.

"You like that? You like knowing you're a little Christmas slut?" Bruce demanded, his cock twitching. He was approaching that time.

"Yes! YES! I'm a slut! I'm a Christmas slut! I'll do anything for fucking Christmas! I'll even fuck a mean, evil, nasty old scrooge who ruins Christmas for other people!" she screamed out, her pussy spasming as she pushed her ass back at him. His cock jolted at this, and her nasty words.

"Oh fuck!" Bruce growled, reaching forward and slamming her face down into the couch cushions again. "You're gonna make me fucking cum!"

For the first time, she put together the fact that she was fucking him bareback, something she didn't even let her husband do. Her doctor had told her she was especially fertile, and she was always extra cautious.

"Fuck... maybe... shit! Just pull out and cum all over me! I want you to drain your nuts all over me!" she urged him.

"No!" he responded simply. "I've been wanting to nut in this pussy since you moved into the neighborhood. And I'm gonna do it. I'm gonna fucking fill up this fucking nasty married cunt with cum! That's the only way this ends, and you know it! Deep down, you fucking know it! You want me to cum inside you, don't you? Don't you?"

Lacey wanted to deny him. To say no. But the picture he painted was intoxicating. She couldn't resist.

"YES!" she replied, her cunt spasming violently. She pushed herself back up onto all fours and looked back at him with an expression so slutty he could barely handle it. "Fuck! Yes! You're right! I want it! Oh fuck! I want it! I want that fucking cum in me! I want you to paint my pussy with it! Yes!" She slammed her ass back against him roughly, their bodies colliding against each other loudly. Looking down at her as he fucked her brains out, her ass cheeks were spread apart for him, exposing her tight, clean, asshole to his eyes. Sensing an opportunity, he reached down between the cheeks and slid a thick finger right up her asshole.

That's all it took to push her over the edge.

"AHHHHH! OH FUCK! FUCK! AHHHH!" Lacey screamed out, her body shaking with this sudden sensation. The older man kept pumping his cock into her harder and harder, never relenting, never slowing down, making her body vibrate with need and shake with desire. "Oh my God! Oh my God! Yes! Yes! Yes! I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna fucking cum! I'm gonna fucking cum! Oh my God! YES! YES! YES! YES! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

Lacey's pussy contracted violently around Bruce's throbbing shaft as a huge orgasm hit her, all that delicious tension in her body released at once in one massive wave. This pleasure reached the older man, and it was enough to send him over the edge as well.

"Fuck! FUCK! FUCK! AHHHHHHHHHH!" he groaned loudly like an animal, before burying his cock up to the root inside her just in time for his cock to burst, the first jet of thick semen bursting out of him directly into the young woman's waiting cunt. As her cunt flexed and spasmed as she came, his throbbing cock fired off jet after jet of thick semen into her.

"AHHHH! YES! YES! YES!" Lacey squealed, her body jerking in delight as the orgasm coursed through her luscious frame.

"God dammit! Fuck! Fuck!" he groaned, his face screwed up in pleasure as her eager cunt coaxed more and more cum from his large nuts deep inside her. He fucked up into her, cumming over and over again, filling her cunt up with his seed just as her cunt gushed out her own delightful sex-juices, coating his flexing nuts. He kept pumping into her, making sure to fill her up.

"I can feel it! I can feel it! Oh my God! There's so much cum!" she panted as the evil older man fired off a giant load of sperm deep inside her. "I love it! It's fucking amazing!"

"Uggghhh! Damn..." he groaned as his cock kept firing off inside her as he had one of the biggest orgasms of his life. He just kept cumming, over and over again.

This went on for what felt like an eternity before they finally began coming back to earth, coming down from their high together. Her body kept jerking and flexing, as she collapsed in place, still bent over in front of him. He stayed in place, but he knelt back slightly as he came down from his orgasm, his dick still lodged inside her. Catching his breath, he wiped the sweat from his brow with the back of his hand and looked down at the sight in front of him.

The gorgeous, haughty young wife in front of him, now covered in sweat, panting for breath after some truly nasty sex. Even for a man of his immense talents at seduction, he was impressed by the fact that he had conquered her. She seemed almost beyond his reach, but he had successfully brought her down to his level.

It was a Christmas miracle.

This thought made him laugh. It seemed silly, but damn if it kinda felt true. Unable to stop himself, he spoke up.

"Ho ho ho!" he said, spanking the young blonde's ass in delight. "Merry Christmas indeed!"

The young blonde was still recovering as Bruce pulled out of her. Getting up to his feet, buck naked, he sauntered proudly towards the kitchen, his only slightly softened dick swinging between his legs. Struggling to move, Lacey slid down from the couch onto the floor, kneeling there as she recovered. She looked past the side of the couch towards the kitchen, where the older man had pulled open the fridge.

"Want a beer?" he called out. Lacey wasn't much of a drinker, but she wasn't a lot of things before today.

"Okay," she relented simply, shrugging her shoulders. Still naked, her body sticky with sweat, her breasts heaving as she caught her breath, she was able to react just in time as Bruce tossed a beer her way. Catching it, she cracked it open, and let the cool liquid slide down her throat.

At this point, having come down from her high, this should be when all the guilt and regret hit her. She had cheated on her husband and had truly nasty sex with this wicked older man. She had let him seduce her into this through truly nasty methods. And she had done it all for Christmas. To spread the Christmas cheer. On one hand, it was admirable, but on another, she had to admit it was pretty stupid to sell out herself, her body, and her dignity for as he put it, a 'fucking holiday'. Yet, as wrong as it was... she felt fine. She felt content. Sure, what she had done was wrong, but she had discovered a level of pleasure and excitement that she clearly felt she deserved. She had gotten something she never realized she needed until now. In a sense, this generous Christmas spirit of hers had rewarded her as much as it had him.

It certainly didn't hurt that the fucking was incredible.

Still a mess, with cum leaking out of her pussy, she had a big grin on her face. The older man approached her, powering down his brew, slamming the empty can on the table near her. Still naked, he looked down at her.

"I hope you don't think we're done here," he said, looking down with that cold expression of his that she already recognized so well. Earlier, she hadn't thought much of him looks wise, but at this point, after all they had done, he might be the sexiest man she'd ever laid eyes on. So, needless to say, she was listening with bated breath. "I'm just getting warmed up, and there are a lot of things I have planned for that body..." he said, glancing down at her luscious tits with dark intent.

Looking up at him, sipping the rest of the beer, she didn't say a word.

Lacey simply nodded.

Acting fast, the older man bent down and used his well-earned muscles to pull the young blonde wife to her feet and throw her over his shoulder, like a conqueror. And that's what it truly felt like, as he balanced her in place and began walking, only stopping to grab the video camera. After that, he marched towards his bedroom with purpose, slamming the door to his room loudly, so it was only them now. In private. Nothing could interfere with them. Neither was leaving. Not till they were done. Not till Bruce was truly spent. Not till Bruce had run out of ideas of what to do to her. Not till Lacey had learned what she was truly capable of.

They didn't leave the room for a very long time.

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Hours went by. Snow began to fall. And yet, no one emerged from old Bruce's house.

If anyone else in the neighborhood had the nerve, they might have been able to catch on. Because what was going on in his house... it wasn't exactly quiet.

An onlooker wouldn't be able to see anything, but they would have heard a lot.

They would have heard the kind of moaning that only comes when a young woman has her tight ass filled with a massive cock for the first time. They would have heard the contented groan of man with his dick between a pair of big tits, fucking them in a blinding lustful fury. They would have heard choking noises as an evil old man roughly pumped his cock down into the throat of a hot young wife, and they would have heard his contented sigh as he got his entire lengthy past her lips, with his balls resting on her chin. They would have heard the loud groans of a man hosing a hot young bitch down with cum, and they probably could have heard a woman eagerly gulping down his thick, copious semen. And they would have heard other things, lots of other things, things they couldn't understand, things most people couldn't understand. Truly nasty things that could only occur between a stud like him and a luscious, hot-bodied bitch like her. Things that most people would never get to see. And it was all being recorded on camera. Something like this, the shit that occurred between these two, it deserved to be committed to film. It deserved to be preserved for future viewings.
When the fucking was done, with Bruce laid out on his bed, almost passed out, his hard cock finally, blessedly soft, Lacey was the one still standing. She was in the bathroom, looking into the mirror. Looking at herself. Her naked body, wearing the marks of sexual battle.

Her hair was a mess, all over the place. Her makeup was smeared all over her sweaty face. Her red plump lips were swollen, and there were still bands of cum clinging to her gorgeous features. Some just under her eyes. Some near her lips. And there was still a big stream of it across the bridge of her nose. Her eyes went wide as she looked down at chest.

Her massive, double-F cup boobs were wearing the effects of what she'd just went through even more than her face. Her pink nipples, looking slightly swollen and worn. The snowy, smooth skin with marks of pink all over, literally showing handprints in some spots from what the older man had done with them. And, thanks to his final act, her massive jugs were literally COVERED with cum, thick bands of it crisscrossing the succulent flesh. Some drops of the stuff were dripping down onto the sink as she bent over it, and there was a thick string of it hanging from one of her nipples. Glancing at herself in the mirror, she looked like a well-used slut of the highest order.

She couldn't suppress a grin at the sight of herself looking like this.

After cleaning herself up a bit, she stepped out of the bathroom, only for Bruce to be there, approaching. She stepped aside to let him pass, but not before he slapped her bare ass firmly, making her jump where she was standing. She couldn't hide her smile as he stepped into the bathroom, not paying her any mind as he invaded her person again.

The sun was a little dimmer in the sky by the time life emerged from within the older man's home.

On shaky feet, Lacey exited, wearing the same thing she'd been wearing hours prior, stepped out of the house into the chilly afternoon air. From afar, no one would know that those clothes had spent most of the time in Bruce's house on the floor. And no one would be able to tell that she wasn't wearing the same underwear she had been wearing coming in, opting for the red lacy number Bruce had given her, a mark of what he'd made her into.

If anyone looked closely, they would see the telltale signs of what she'd been through. She was walking gingerly, evidence that her pussy and ass had been thoroughly used. There were flecks of cum at the corner of her mouth, and if you could see through what she was wearing, you would see additional streaks of cum across her breasts, and cum leaking from both her pussy and ass.

But no one was looking that closely.

Padding through the snow, along the un-shoveled sidewalks, the chilly air was sobering her up as she came down from the high she'd felt with Bruce. The fun was slowly fading, and the reality of the situation was beginning to take hold. She was still processing what had just happened as she walked, not entirely sure how she felt now that it was over. That grin that she just had on her face was slowly fading as she thought things over. But honestly, she was too exhausted to think too deeply into things, and by the time she got home, she settled in for a nice long nap.

Derrick was surprised to see her napping when he got home from work. She was usually so keyed up for Christmas. He didn't know what was up, if she maybe wasn't feeling well, or if her meeting with that neighbor guy, Bruce, hadn't gone well. So he let her rest.

When she finally woke up, hours later, she walked out groggily into the living room, greeting her husband who was preparing dinner in the kitchen.

"Hey!" he called to her.

"Hey hon!" she replied with that bright, effervescent smile of hers.

"You doing okay?" he asked. "Don't usually see you napping, especially at a time like this."

At this, all the memories of what she'd spent her day doing filled her mind. Awful things. Filthy things. Nasty things. Things she couldn't speak of, especially to her husband. As this all came flooding back, she turned away from her spouse, looking out the front window. It was early evening, and the snow was really coming down, the beginnings of a white Christmas starting in earnest.

"I'm fine," the young wife said vaguely, looking out the window, trying to figure out her true feelings about what happened.

"How'd your talk go with old Bruce?" Derrick asked. Hearing his name made her nipples tighten and her breath catch, but she kept her eyes looking out the window, down the street. Then... something caught her eyes. Her eyes had landed at Bruce's house, where she'd spent so much time today, and she saw something that made her eyes go wide.

Christmas lights.

It wasn't much, a small strand of lights hanging along the edge of the roof. Looking closer, there was another strand of lights wrapped around the post light, with a bow on top. On the door was a wreath. Bruce had lived up to his end of the bargain, and much like his seduction of Lacey, he had worked fast, getting the job done before she knew it.

Lacey was shocked. Her efforts had not been in vain. Sure, her methods to getting him on her side had been... unorthodox, but it had worked. She had shown that evil old Grinch a bit of Christmas, uh, spirit, and he had jumped on board. It might be for less than ideal reasons, but nonetheless he was onboard, and for someone as devoted to Christmas as she was, she knew that there was no going back.

Bruce was now on the side of Christmas, for good.

"So..." Derrick asked, interrupting her thoughts. "How'd it go?"

Lacey turned to face her husband, unable to hide her grin.

"Great!" she said, smiling brightly. "It went great."

"Really?" he said, joining her and looking out the window, confirming her assertion by seeing his decorations. "How'd you pull that off?" Her mind flashed to Bruce's standing in front of her as Lacey jacked him off onto her face. She moved past that quickly.

"I have my ways," she said, and her husband simply shook his head and smiled.

"I can't believe it..." Derrick said. "That guy always came across like a major asshole."

"Oh... he's not so bad," Lacey said, defending the evil old man. "I can handle him."

"You are unbelievable," he said, in awe of his wife. "You said you'd do it, and you did."

"And I won't let up," Lacey affirmed. "If I stay on him long enough, next year, he'll have the most decorations on the block. I'm sure of it."

Derrick didn't suspect a thing, so impressed he was by his wife's determination and Christmas spirit. It was truly something for a man with a wife like his to have so little paranoia about her fidelity. To not be able to defend his wife when the biggest attack on their marriage had just occurred... her earlier words said in the heat of passion to Bruce about Derrick began to ring truer to her.

When it came down to it, Derrick was kind of a pussy.

So many men wanted to do bad things to a woman so well-built and sexy, and surely, someone would get the job done. But Bruce had, and thanks to Derrick's naiveté, he would be availing himself in the younger man's wife for the foreseeable future without even the slightest bit of suspicion.

Truly, it was a Christmas miracle.

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