Santa's Present (3/3)

A girl wishes to Santa Claus for popularity among boys and a good sex with them. And her wish is granted. Part 3/3

I wasn't joking. As I walked home, I felt the pleasant afterglow, but also the slowly building tension that had become all too familiar to me. It would take time, some hours, before it would become unbearable. I quickly did the math. If I want to avoid suffering too much, I have to get naked and tease someone at least two or three times a day. And when I tease someone, it always ends the same way. One hundred percent. So the math is simple. I have to get laid three times a day. At least! Hmm.

That's what Santa meant when he warned me about the price. My life was bound to become very interesting. As a cumslut, of course. I already loved being one. I could endure a busy life if the busy part were being gangbanged. But there was still that tension, making my mind swirl. The need to strip again, to be looked at, to be wanted, to be taken again.

Fortunately, the world was bigger than a school locker room. That sounded like a promising future.

A car with tinted windows pulled up next to me. The backseat window slid down.

"Hey, babe!" A dark face wearing dark sunglasses appeared. Make it dark, haha! "Wanna a ride?"

Just yesterday, I would yell and run away from such a creep. Perhaps I should still do that, but what about my gift, then? I grinned, walked to the car, and bent forward to give a good view down my cleavage. That is, a good view of my flat chest. What's ours is ours.

"Okay, if you drive me home in an hour!"

Laughter burst from inside. Wow, how many of them are there? Three, maybe. Good enough.

"Deal!"

The door opened, and they helped – or rather, pulled – me inside.

I looked around. There were three of them: one at the wheel and two in the back seat. They were all big, muscular guys, like a pack of bodybuilders searching for a body. Well, they have got one. I crossed my legs.

"Are you going to take me right in the backseat, or do you have a more convenient place?" I turned to the driver. "If it's going to be here, then please park somewhere. You'll want to join the fun."

He chuckled. "Maybe I'll just take my turn on you later."

"You won't be able to resist."

They whistled. He threw a quick glance at me. "We'll see, babe."

"Want to bet your life on it?"

Oh, I loved this banter. The whole idea of a schoolgirl talking openly about group sex with a gang of scary strangers made me feel... strong. Incredibly strong. I put on a playful, predatory grin. My body, which still remembered everything from my afternoon in the locker room, warmed and began to tingle again, demanding more. They thought they were the predators here. We'll see, babe.

They parked in a deserted parking lot behind an old factory building not far away. The engine went silent. By the moment I had already finished stripping, and sprawled on the backseat. They cheered, taking my clothes from my hands and throwing them to the back. Until they focused on my naked body. Their playful mood instantly evaporated, replaced by raw, hungry focus. Exactly the same I saw on Tim, Dad, the boys in school, everyone I ever teased.

I didn't wait. "Alright, boys, let's have a train. All aboard!"

"Jesus..." one of them whispered, fumbling with his jeans. "You're one kinky little slut."

"And you're slow," I winked at him, but he wasn't listening anymore. He pulled out a nice and heavy one. The second guy, not wanting to be late, already positioned himself and entered me.

So, we had a nice, noisy, sweaty ride for the next hour. They filled my hole, sometimes my mouth as well, and all of them at least once tried to get into my ass before we were done. The car shook with the rhythm of their bodies on me. I'm pretty sure the car springs were crying for help.

They brought me home as promised. As I crawled out, someone slipped a few bills into my hand.

I counted them as their car drove away. Three hundred! Not bad for an hour. Congratulations, Meg. You're officially a prostitute now.

***

When it was time to settle down for the night, I couldn't sleep. I tossed and turned in bed. I took out my new vibrator and masturbated to several mind-blowing orgasms. However, my exhibitionist drive remained unsatisfied. Being naked alone in my room did not help. I needed someone to watch me and desire me.

Well, bro, you have to help me.

I took my phone and texted him. I was sure he wasn't sleeping yet either.

"Need your help, Tim. Remember Christmas night?"

A pause. I giggled, imagining the chaos swirling in his mind.

"Do you want me to come?"

I love you, Tim.

"Maybe. I want to check a guess first, though. Would you mind a short nude video?"

"Fire away."

Okay. I didn't even bother standing up to put my phone on a tripod. I had a good selfie camera, so I spent a minute in bed trying on different seductive poses, spreading my knees, and touching myself. Most importantly, I imagined Tim watching me.

Afterwards, I listened to my feelings. Was it enough to satisfy my hunger? I felt it lying there, baffled, but it didn't go away. Okay, I sent the video.

A pause.

"You're hot, sis. Really hot. Would you mind if I saved it? To jerk off to it sometimes, you know?"

I giggled.

"Okay, but why bother when I'm always here for you next door? Do you feel the urge to run here and fuck my brains out?"

"Nope. Sorry, sis."

"Great. Test two." My hunger calmed down, but did not go away. "Get ready for a private webcam show."

I started the video call. When he answered, I saw that he was in bed wearing a T-shirt. I, on the other hand, was stark naked. He whistled.

"Meg, you're beautiful."

"Thank you, bro," I purred. "Now, watch me. Tell me how you feel," I whispered, holding the phone lower so he could see my hands working my pussy up close. I was already so sensitive from all the action today that it didn't take long for a small orgasm to rock me.

Through the phone speaker, I could hear his rapid, shaky breathing.

"Thank you, sis. I've never cum so hard from my hand."

Ohhh. The completion. The release. I've finally satisfied my hunger. For a while, at least. I could sleep now.

"How about now, Tim? Feeling a strong urge to come over here and take a ride?"

He shook his head. For a second, I saw a flicker of confusion in his eyes.

"Huh. You know, your show is good. But not irresistible. What are you doing, sis?"

I smiled into the camera as a wave of dark, delicious excitement washed over me. The curse, the gift – whatever it was – had rules.

"Just checked to see if I could put on a show without forcing someone to fuck me. Thanks for the help. Good night, Tim," I said and ended the call.

My suspicion was correct. First, I only have physical power; digital or video-based tricks won't turn viewers into fuck zombies. Second, a live video still satisfies my desire to be seen.

Good night, Meg. Tomorrow, we're setting up a webcam.

***

Setting up the account was foolishly easy. I did it before school, threw in three quick solo videos, with the vibrator and without it, and scheduled the night show. I just hoped that new accounts get a kind of short promotion on the service, for at least someone to notice me. I needed viewers. Welp, in the worst case, I can always ask Tim or Jake to come over and watch me live.

I walked to school wearing a ridiculously short white T-shirt. No bra and no panties, of course. And a tiny black skirt. I was barely dressed, just enough not to be kicked out of school and to seal my magic away at the same time. But the tension had already started to build. All through chemistry, my skin itched. Every boy who looked at me, and even Mr. Finch, our ancient chem teacher, seemed to see through my clothes. His usual monotone droning about covalent bonds faltered when he looked at me.

"Miss Thatcher," he said, his voice uncharacteristically tight. "Please... pay attention."

"I am, Mr. Finch," I purred, leaning forward on my stool, letting the thin fabric of my shirt stretch taut over my non-existent chest. The slight tremble in his hands as he adjusted his glasses told me he noticed.

He asked me to stay after class and help erase the board. I was only glad to help, so we parted in fifteen minutes, both satisfied.

Rumors about my yesterday's performance in the locker room spread like fire, and quite a few boys approached to check the facts. Fortunately, the school corridors had quite a few convenient dead ends, so it was easy enough to pull one or two into them. "The truth is so much better than rumors, gentlemen," I'd whisper in their ears as I undid their belts. The boys were nervous at first; their glances darted around for teachers or other students, their hands trembled as they touched my bare skin. But once the siren magic kicked in, their nervousness vanished, consumed by that glassy-eyed, singular hunger. They'd take me with a desperate urgency, their hushed moans echoing against the cold brick walls. I learned how to lean against the wall in a way that let them take me from behind quickly, or how to kneel on the grimy floor to take their cum in my mouth.

I had my cunt filled at each break. What exactly did I ask Santa for? To be approached by boys, to be popular, to have sex with them, lots of it, and let it be good. Exactly! Thank you, Santa! Thank you so much!

On my way home, nobody offered me a ride or invited me to their place. No problem. I felt like this source would never dry up. In the worst case, I could always flash my nipples at a crossroad.

***

I hastily made a "Do not disturb" sign, put it on my door, checked the connection, and sat cross-legged and naked on my bed. My phone, mounted on a tripod, provided an excellent view, and I had my laptop ready to read and respond to the chat. I took a deep breath. My exhibitionist kink mixed with stage fright and turned into a sparkling, fizzing cocktail. I pressed the "Online" button.

The viewer counter started at 7 and quickly climbed. The chat scrolled by in a blur. Comments like "omfg she's real," "perfect body," and "how much do you charge for c2c?" flashed before my eyes. Fortunately, the software was smart enough to select and slow down the most important ones.

I smiled into the camera, a genuine, wicked smile. "Hi, everyone. I'm Maggie. I'm fourteen. This is my first stream. What would you like to see? I don't have a remote toy yet, only this vibrator." I showed them. "So I'm all yours!"

The answer was a thunderous roar of capitalized demands. "Show feet!" "Finger yourself!" "Use the big toy from your videos!" "Can u fuk a banana lol."

I showed them the soles of my feet for a minute and even sucked my toes. The chat erupted with approval, and my token count increased quickly. I smiled and shrugged. Those perverts! What's so special about bare feet? Then, I took the vibrator and read the last requests about it. Aha! In a few moments, I was moaning from the intense vibrations deep inside me. I had no problem having multiple orgasms, so in the next half hour, I had eight of them. I brought myself to the edge, held back, and then exploded. My chat turned crazy. They showered me with emojis and donations. Then, I turned on the anal arm as well and read the chat comments aloud about how they wanted to tear me apart, fuck me until I passed out, stuff all my holes with cocks and cum, and parade me on a leash through the city center. I grabbed my belt from the chair and made an improvised collar for myself. More excitement!

Finally, I brought myself to one last orgasm.

"I'm sorry, guys, I can't hold on any longer! But I'd like to ask you, what is your favorite thing you saw me do today? Write down in the chat, I'll read the answers and maybe make something happen on a future stream!"

"Everything!" one user replied. Others liked my feet, my smile, my flat chest, my small nipples, my little ass, my slutty talking.

"Okay. I'll consider your suggestions. Goodbye everyone, I'm coming, aaaaah!" The stream ended as the toy did its best to kill me in its electric discharge.

I turned off the gadgets, stretched out on the bed, and felt completely happy. It was exactly what I needed!

I heard a knock on the door.

"Meg, are you okay? You were...noisy." It was Dad's voice. "May I come in?"

"No problem, but it'll end up like Christmas night!" I giggled. "I'm naked! I'm okay, Dad!"

He coughed. I could feel his embarrassment through the door.

"Okay, Meg. If you need anything, just call. Good night!"

"Good night, Dad!"

***

My life continued on its glorious path of discovery. My webcam and the steady stream of daily proposals from strangers on streets became a reliable source of income.

I still enjoyed being filled at school two to six times a day, which was easy enough given my reputation and willingness to explore the less-trafficked corners. Not to mention the gangbangs after gym classes. Plus, there were the teachers asking for help. And, ah, did I tell you? For a long time, I wasn't sure if I was bi. Now I'm sure, so everyone is welcome, not just boys!

My webcam show has become a regular nightly event. I need something to calm down before sleep, you know. I bought a new microphone and some lingerie that I barely wore for more than a minute before taking it off. Most importantly, I bought a remote-controlled Lovense Lush vibrator. This changed everything. On an exceptionally busy night, I could earn up to five hundred dollars just by sitting in a chair with my legs spread wide, reading nasty comments and letting my toy buzz me for minutes at a time. Sometimes I would add a second vibrator to the show. Sometimes I invited someone – usually Tim or Jake, sometimes both – to my bed and let them have me online. They were a little reluctant at first, but I convinced them with the help of the share of the earnings, and they eventually gave in.

Life was perfect. Won-der-ful. And I began getting proposals for porn shootings – which I accepted, with a warning that everyone who'll see me naked will be forced to fuck me right away. The producers thought it was a joke or some form of acting. Ha!

***

'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house, not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse. Ten minutes before midnight, I put down my tablet, and in my pajamas and bare feet, I snuck over to the Christmas tree. And, of course, he was here.

I smiled, feeling like a little girl again. "Merry Christmas, Santa!"

He turned to me, hiding his smile behind a fake frown.

"Meg! You should be in bed, sleeping!"

I just shrugged and raised my hands.

"Well, if so, let's see. Were you nice or naughty, Meg?"

My smile widened.

"Naughty, Santa! Totally, absolutely naughty!"

"Then you get a piece of coal."

"Thank you, Santa! It will fit perfectly into my hookah!" I giggled. "And thank you for the last Christmas present. It's priceless."

"Ho, ho! So, no second thoughts? Don't you want me to take it back?"

I gasped dramatically. "Santa! Don't you dare! I love it!"

He laughed and disappeared. Maybe that was the last time I saw him. After all, I'm already fifteen, almost an adult.

But I've already received my best present.