12 Sinful days of Christmas

December 24, 2024. Surrounded by the warm glow of Christmas lights, I stepped into the living room, wearing almost nothing but my underwear. I turned on the TV, ready for my daily dose of porn videos. The soft cackle of the fireplace, and Bing Crosby's velvet voice singing “white Christmas overshadowed the soft moans and clapping sounds coming from the TV. My eyes were glued to the TV as my left hand gently stroked my large phallus. I was carried away by the throes of pleasure when a series of beeps from my phone brought me back to reality. They were messages from my girlfriend, Pauline. I clicked on the message and I was amazed with the content that greeted my eyes; it was a short video from Pauline. I instantly clicked on the play button, to see Pauline naked and beautiful, her fingers tracing gentle circles on her skin. She was moaning softly as she increased her pace. My eyes locked onto the screen, my pulse racing. “I miss you baby… uhm…” Pauline's sultry voice whispered as she inserted her middle finger into her v****a. She threw her head back and enjoyed the throes of pleasure brought by the magic finger. I continue stroking my d**k as I watch the video with glee, memorizing the structure of her pink p***y. Soon, more messages beeped in. “I can't wait for tonight” “want to make me moan louder?” I felt a rush of excitement and unease as I rushed through the house, straight to my father's bedroom. I rummaged through his wardrobe, searching frantically for something. I finally found it! It was a pill bottle filled with blue pills. “Tonight's going to be memorable” I whispered, as I took out a blue pill and threw it into my mouth without hesitation. I quickly picked up my phone, and started typing at the speed of light. “ you look absolutely stunning! I can't wait to have you!” “After all these years of begging, you finally agreed to do it with me? I'm the happiest man on earth!” “ When are you coming Over?” I quickly sent a series of text messages, anxiously waiting for her reply. A few seconds later, the message was read, but no reply came from her side. I waited for 30 more minutes, but she wouldn't respond. The blue pill I took earlier was now showing effects; my boxers shorts was now stretched to the limit, as my pulsing d**k was struggling to get out. “Pauline, say something!” I typed, my heart beating fast like a war drum. “Well… Jake, just pretend you never saw those messages, and that video” I was already sweating buckets when I saw this message. “Why should I pretend I never saw it? I had already taken my dad's Viagra, waiting for you to give me a good time.” “Don't worry, no one's at home to disturb us if that's what you fear.” “I'm home alone “ “Please don't do this to me” The she replied with what further broke my heart, “ the picture is not meant for you Jake, it was for someone else.” My heart sank, and a drop of tears escaped from my eyes, ‘“ if it's not meant for me, then who else is it for?” Pauline: I'm sorry Jake, I don't know it'll be this soon, but I'll have to breakup with you… “You must be joking, right?” I quickly texted back. “We've been together for almost 2 years now, is that a joke to you?” Pauline: I'm sorry, you've been dating yourself for the past two years. You're nothing but a tool to me, my personal ATM.” I was about writing a reply when I saw her profile picture disappear. “She's blocked me?” I tried calling her, but it went straight to voicemail. I felt used and humiliated. My hand shook violently and the phone slipped from my hand. I slumped on the couch as I wallowed in my grief. I've been a fool all these while? Then I remembered about the pill I took, and glanced at the formed tent in my shorts. What have I gotten myself into now? How should I deal with this throbbing monster? “Well, since she has not deleted the video, let's give her a farewell party then” I said before picking up my phone, playing the video one last time. My phone was in my left hand, and my right hand was busy, vigorously massaging my d**k. I've been at it for over five minutes, but nothing happened; I didn't c*m, and my erection was still standing strong. I was so engrossed in the act that I failed to notice that someone had already entered the room. I didn't notice, until I felt a tiny hand grabbed my d**k from behind. “Let me take it from there” a sweet voice whispered into my ears, as a short figure hugged me from behind. I felt two soft and perky mounds pressed on my back, and a tiny hand was wrapped around my sausage. Relief washed over me as the hands gently and skillfully stroked my d**k. “Why didn't you tell me earlier that it was a prank?” I asked “ don't you know how hard it is for me to process?” I heard a soft giggle from behind me as the “mystery lady slowly rubbed my d**k. “Pauline, you know I love you with all my heart, please don't play such prank on me again.” I tried turning back to face her, but she held me in place and blew softly into my ear. She wanted to continue stroking, but my current situation is beyond that. I need to f**k her real bad, I have to cure my raging erection with fast and steady strokes. I don't care if this is my father's bedroom, I have to punish you for playing with my emotions.” I swiftly held her hands, turned her over, and pushed her on the bed without a second thought. I was about to pounce on her when I finally saw her face. It was not Pauline. “Sharon! What the hell are you doing?” I exclaimed, shocked.