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“Wow, you must hate Christmas.” I was seated across the kitchen table from Ella. She was holding a mug of hot cocoa to her lips, blowing on it gently.

“What? No! I love Christmas. I’ve just never done that whole Advent calendar thing. I don’t really get it.”

We had just finished watching Twenty-Four Days of Dismemberment, which was an excellent, if rather trashy Christmas-themed horror movie.

“It’s just not the sort of tradition we did growing up,” she continued, “but I can see how it would be a fun way to build anticipation for the holiday.”

“Huh?” I wasn’t really paying attention, my gaze instead laser-focused on the way Ella pursed her plump, pink lips to take a delicate sip of the steaming drink. “Oh wait! I have an idea. Our own tradition.”

She raised an eyebrow, “Oh yeah? What would that entail?”

I smiled at her and she giggled in return. She knew exactly what I had in mind.

Day One

Fortunately, it was December 1st, so we were able to start right on time. After Ella finished her drink, she was on her knees, between my legs on the kitchen floor, cock thumping against her cheek.

“Suck it like a good little Christmas slut.”

And so she did.

Until I grabbed the back of her messy head of hair, holding her in place while I pumped several thick ropes of cum across her tongue.

Day Two

Though we had been fucking for a while, I decided it would be fun to exclusively use Ella’s mouth for the twenty-four days of Christmas. This meant that she also couldn’t play with herself while she was sucking me (or at all). I thought this would be a fun way to introduce her to some seasonally-appropriate orgasm control/denial. Unsurprisingly, she protested this idea, but it was half-hearted. I knew the thought of being denied for that length of time was arousing for her. She squeezed her thighs together and blushed when I made the proposal. Then I stood up, walked over to where she was seated on the couch, and push my cock down her throat.

Day Three

This one was quick and sloppy–just the way I like it. I met up with Ella after her Pilates class and fucked her throat in the foyer of her apartment. She was still wearing her matching teal workout set. Her ass looked phenomenal swaying back and forth in her skintight yoga pants while she left streamers of spit up and down my shaft.

Day Four

It didn’t take long for Ella to start asking me to fuck her. While she was sucking my cock–perched on all fours on the bed while I stood at the side–she started wiggling her hips back and forth and looking up at me expectantly. I could only chuckle at her as I grabbed her head, started fucking her face, and came so much that semen ran over her bottom lip.

Day Five

I made Ella suck me off while wearing nothing but a white thong today. I wanted to see how wet it would get. The answer: very.

Day Six

“I don’t think I’ve ever swallowed so much of your cum before,” Ella was panting after I finished in her mouth. Hair in a topsy-turvy topknot about to collapse down her shoulders, eyes misty with the onset of gag-induced tears.

“Heh, I guess you’re right. Maybe I should start finishing elsewhere?”

Day Seven

Despite Ella’s pleading to “put it inside me for the love of god” I made good on my promise from the previous day, delivering four thick ropes of cum across her cheeks and forehead. I called her a cute lil snow angel afterward, which she didn’t find nearly as entertaining as I did.

Day Eight

“Can I even cum for twenty-four days straight?” I wondered aloud as Ella teased my frenulum. “Oh fuck, that’s so sensitive I’m going to–”

A burst of cum that nearly shot up her nose, but instead landed in a glob across her hairline. She quickly closed her lips like a suction cup around my pulsing tip and sucked the rest down.

“Fuck, such a good girl.”

Day Nine

Things were taking on a stronger holiday vibe. I wrapped a glittering red garland around Ella’s neck while she drooled on my dick. “You're such a hot little sugar plum.”

She ignored my continued attempts at holiday-infused pet names, instead sucking louder until I came in her mouth again.

Day Ten

I’ve gotta admit, I really am missing Ella’s pussy. But we had a deal and I’m sticking to it. If anything, the denial is making me a bit rougher with her. Since I can’t bend her over and fuck her, I’m taking out that pent-up need on her mouth instead. And she’s responding with absolute aplomb. Though, I can see the frustration when she tries to slide hand between her thighs before stopping and retracting it. Honestly, really fucking hot for me. And I think it’s getting her wetter than ever.

Day Eleven

I only had the chance to see Ella briefly today, so it was quick and intense. I gave her a ride home from work. She sucked my cock on the way like a good girl. It was getting pretty distracting so I had to eventually pull into a quiet parking garage. I pushed her head down hard and came deep in her throat.

Day Twelve

The halfway mark and Ella was getting more frustrated. She was rubbing her thighs together while she sucked me today. And she kept looking at me pleadingly. But I pretended like I didn’t know what she wanted. “Such a good little Christmas miracle,” I teased her as I came on her face again.

Day Thirteen

“You’re seriously not going to let me touch my pussy? It’s been, like, two weeks.”

Ella was in the anger stage of grief.

“I mean, c’mon, you get to cum every single day and I just have to…not. It’s not fair!”

GLUCK GLUCK GLUCK

“That’s better.” I pushed my cock back down her throat. Pulling out a few seconds later to splash her rosy cheeks with my cum.

“I’m going to go fucking crazy,” she continued to whine while gathering the sticky semen with her index finger.

Day Fourteen

“I’ll literally do anything.”

Bargaining.

“Please, you’re already sucking my cock every day. What more can you do?”

She was in the process of sucking me off. This time in an oversized ribbed cotton sweater and nothing else.

“Um, well, I’ll let you pick the movies for, like, the next five movie nights.”

“Nah. Get back to sucking. Pretty please.”

Day Fifteen

This one happened at my work holiday party. I brought Ella as my plus one. She wore a tight black dress that showed off her lovely curves. That dress ended up quite disheveled once I ushered her into a distant (and thankfully quiet) stairwell. She hiked the dress up above her waist, crouching in the concrete corridor while she sucked me with the sort of reckless energy she has after a glass of cava.

Unfortunately for her, I decided to tease her pretty hard. I made her bend over so that I could finish off with a thigh job. And then I pulled her thong down and came inside it. When I was down I smacked her ass and told her to “Enjoy.” She was not pleased.

Day Sixteen

“I can’t believe you did that last night.” She had her arms folded across the couch from me.

“What?”

“What? You know what. You made me finish the night with your cum drying against my pussy. Christ.”

I shrugged, “You looked cold in that little dress. I was just trying to keep you warm.”

“Oh my god,” she sulked. “But seriously–that made me really fucking wet.”

At this point I was already unzipping my jeans. And, like a good girl, she started sucking my cock while she finished her sentence.

Day Sixteen

This was a quick one. I fucked Ella’s throat after we showered together. She was kneeling on the bathmat, still dripping water, when I finished against her tongue.

Day Seventeen

This time I had Ella suck me off in bed while Black Christmas played in the background. She deliberately put her ass as high in the air as she could–like a cat stretching in the afternoon sun. She shook it back and forth, as if to say “Look at what you’re missing out on.”

I held strong, shooting my load on her tits this time.

Day Eighteen

“I’m literally going to die.” Ella was throwing a rather dramatic fit while she stroked my hard cock.

“I don’t think you can die from not cumming for two and a half weeks.” I wrapped a hand behind her head and pushed her onto my tip.

“Wwkh I jwst fwacking nweeed wit.”

“I like when you try to talk with my dick in your mouth. It feels good, actually.”

She looked up at me, her eyes communicating that she was about to say more. But I pressed on her head, pushing her against my abdomen.

“Ugh, fuck.” A big load straight down her throat.

Day Nineteen

“I’m dead and now you have a zombie sucking your cock.”

“Quit being so dramatic. You can last a few more days.”

“Easy for you to say. How do you even have this much cum? It’s ridiculous.”

“Are you going to miss sucking my cock every day once this is done?”

She blushed, “Um, maybe.”

Day Twenty

Ella was particularly festive today. She wouldn’t tell me where she got it, but she was wearing a skimpy Santa-themed bra and panty set. Red with the white, faux-fur trim. Even a cute little hat. I’m pretty sure she thought I’d want to fuck her in it.

She was right.

But I’m a man of extreme grit and determination. I did not fuck her. Well, except her mouth, obviously. And I did slide my cock under her red bra for a while. I came across her chest while she pouted.

Day Twenty-One

A friend’s holiday party. Ella sucked me off in the car on the way there. I enjoyed knowing that she would have the taste of my cum on her tongue for the rest of the night.

Day Twenty-Two

Last minute holiday shopping. It was fucking nuts at the mall. The stupid fucking mall. No one will be shopping now, I thought very stupidly. Everyone was shopping now.

Fortunately, the dying Macy’s was relatively empty. We snuck into a dressing room and I fucked Ella’s throat in front of a floor-length mirror.

Afterwards, while she was catching her breath, “I’ve been swallowing so much of your cum that I’m starting to notice small differences in taste.”

“Huh, I hope it still tastes good.”

“It’s fucking delicious…And it would be even better in my pussy.”

“Easy, cowgirl. Almost there.”

Day Twenty-Three

This might have been the hardest day for Ella. She kept squeezing her thighs together and scratching her index finger along them. She was getting close to touching herself but she always held back.

When I was about to cum, I pulled out of her mouth and splattered my load across her stomach.

“Fucking hell,” she kept rolling back and forth on the bed, her thighs soaking wet. “I’m fucking losing it.”

Day Twenty-Four

Ella was absolutely pawing at my pants, desperate to get them off. “Fucking hell, finally. Put it inside me.”

“Easy, girl. You haven’t done twenty-four yet.”

She paused, hand midway through unbuckling my belt. “What do you mean?”

“We finish today and then we’ll get you off.”

She tilted her head, looking at me inquisitively and then fell forward, practically impaling herself on my cock.

GLUCK GLUCK GLUCK

RIght against her gag reflex. She deepthroated me from the get-go and it was so fucking hot. It only took me a few minutes to cum, my fingers spreading across the back of her scalp while I held her in place.

When I was finished, I pushed her backwards, pulled her black thong down and started running my index and middle finger along her labia. She was soaking. She started moving her hips against me, grinding along my fingers. I finally penetrated her, then drew the wetness back up to rub around her throbbing clit. She grabbed my forearm while I fingerfucked her. My other hand went to her nipple, my thumb rubbing it in soft circles. She jerked her hips upwards, her grip tightening on her arm. Her entire body shuddered for several seconds, then she brushed my hand away.

“Fuck, fuck, so sensitive.” She was breathing heavily.

“You did fucking good. Twenty-four days.”

“That was the longest almost month of my life.” She paused, head on her forehead while she collected herself. “And, fuck, now I think I’ve got this Pavlovian thing going on. I’m going to want to suck your dick tomorrow.”

“That can be arranged.”