'Twas the Night Before Christmas, RB Style

[BindYou]

I mentioned in another post that I was stuck at work bored all day. Here's proof.

'Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house,
The bored girl was sitting, as still as a mouse.
Her friends and her family far from her town,
She sat all alone with a cute little frown.

Her boredom had brought her late out of her bed,
And she sat on the couch sadly shaking her head.
She wore almost nothing, silk panties, long tee,
Her nipples were hard, which was easy to see.

When suddenly outside she head such a sound,
And jumped up from the couch to see what was around.
As she walked towards the door it swung in with great pace,
And with a quick flash of red she was flat on her face.

She twisted her head, saw a man with a beard.
And a red and white outfit with a face to be feared.
He covered her mouth, his hand pressed to her lips,
While his body pinned her down, from shoulder to hips.

She tried to struggle and scream, but his grip was too tight,
As she thrashed her lithe body, trying to fight.
But he grabbed her hair tightly, and she moaned out in fear,
As the scary intruder leaned down to her ear.

"Now pussy, now bitch, now sweet little cunt,
I seem to have found a hot girl on my hunt.
I'm ever so lonely in the snow and the ice,
It's time to find out if you're naughty or nice."

With a powerful tear her shirt flew to the side,
And her full, perky tits, had no place to hide.
A rough, calloused hand grabbed and kneaded one breast,
With a squeeze of a nipple, pain shot through her chest.

She opened her mouth, to scream without pause,
When a candy-striped ball was thrust fast 'tween her jaws.
The gag quickly fastened behind her blond hair,
'Twas wedged in so tightly she could barely get air.

She wailed and she shook, her tears hot on her cheek,
But the thrashing around, was now making her weak.
Hands gripped her wrists, pinned them over her head,
Panties pulled off, and then this he said,

"I'm sorry I brought you this stocking of coal,
But you can't always say I'm a jolly old soul.
So you are my wonderful gift to unwrap,"
And her bare ass was suddenly red with a slap.

He brought his knee painfully down 'twixt her thighs,
Spreading her legs, as he widened his eyes.
She kicked her legs helplessly, ass in the air,
As his pants were pushed down, at his cock she did stare.

It was hard, huge and throbbing, and pre-cum did drip,
She saw a drop dangle, then splash on her hip.
He then pinned her down, all his weight on her back,
Painfully crushing her delicate rack.

Her Christmas lights twinkled, she could see at a glance,
As she felt his hot pole slowly make an advance.
With a loud "ho ho ho," he thrust quickly inside,
It wasn't a silent night here as she cried.

He pounded her sensitive cunt from behind,
The horror of Christmas time rape through her mind.
Her body was battered, she could barely take more.
She screamed through the gag as her tits scraped the floor.

The pain was too much and she couldn't take more,
When he suddenly stiffened and let out a roar.
He pulled out his cock, flipped her limp form around,
And kneeled over her body, her back on the ground.

He pulled her head up, she was too weak to fight,
While he stroked his wet cock in the warm fire light.
He groaned and he groaned and he quickened the pace,
And suddenly came like a hose in her face.

The ribbons of cum splashed her nose and her hair,
Her lips round the gag, and her neck cold and bare.
She slammed her eyes shut, body red from the shame,
Curled up in a ball, barely knowing her name.

He stood up quite quickly, pulled his red pants right on,
And he said, "it is time for me now to be gone."
His jacket he closed and his cap he did wear,
While she lay there embarrassed, is pain and despair.

He looked at her cum covered body once more,
And then quickly walked to the front of the door.
He said, "It's a shame that your night had no luck,
But Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good fuck!"

[Throatdagger]

Very good!