The Bee Hive Master
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Hoe Hoe Hoe
🕑 Added 2024-12-25 17:09:38 +0000 UTCMerry Christmas everyone! Here is a Christmas special caption for all of you! I have only started Patreon for the first time this year, and despite all the hurdles, it has been pretty motivating to see all of you willing to be here and check out my works. I hope you all have a happy and beautiful holidays, and thank you for all the support!
Anyway, here is the story!
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Kevin adjusted the fake beard on his face for what felt like the thousandth time that day. The red velvet suit itched like hell, and the sticky warmth of the mall’s central heating made him sweat buckets under the layers of polyester. Kids lined up with their parents, eagerly waiting to hop on his lap for a picture, their sticky hands gripping candy canes and their parents already scrolling Instagram, ready to snap away.
He hated this gig.
Another awkward photo. Another forced “Ho ho ho!” to a kid who couldn’t care less. His gaze drifted across the mall, catching couples walking hand in hand, their giggles soft but somehow mocking. Families, warm and whole, enjoying their time together. Brent, on the other hand, had nothing waiting for him after this shift but a microwave dinner and his shitty studio apartment.
At thirty-five, he’d never even had sex.
“Why the fuck did my life turn out like this?” he muttered under his breath. No one heard, thankfully, as a mother shuffled her child onto his lap. He flashed a crooked smile for the camera, the strobe light flashing painfully in his face. His thoughts wandered as his gaze drifting to the curvy moms in tight jeans leaning over the railing. He shouldn’t stare, but his imagination was always a step ahead of his common sense. What would it even feel like to have someone—anyone—want him? Not just want him but crave him, tear his clothes off, beg for him?
His break couldn’t come fast enough. Kevin trudged toward the back of the set, away from the screaming kids and piped-in holiday music, to what the mall called the “North Pole Experience.” It was mostly just some fake snow, a few oversized candy canes, and a bubble machine spitting out foam meant to look festive. He sighed, leaning against one of the plastic snowbanks when his foot slipped.
“Whoa—shit!” His arms flailed as he toppled backward, landing square in the middle of the bubbling foam. He tried to push himself up, but the more he moved, the deeper he seemed to sink, the foam swallowing him. “Shit—help!” he yelped, thrashing as the foam pulled him in like quicksand. The world blurred in a swirl of white and red, and suddenly, he was weightless.
He gasped, coughing up foam, as hands grabbed him, pulling him out. The world swam into focus—a set. A studio. Cameras, bright lights, and a backdrop of gaudy Christmas decorations. The hands belonged to women, all decked out in slutty elf costumes that barely covered their curves.
“You okay, babe?” one of them asked, her voice sweet as sugar.
Kevin blinked, confused, and then he saw his reflection in a nearby mirror. His breath caught. Staring back at him was a bombshell brunette with enormous fake tits straining against a tight, red latex dress trimmed with white fur. His beard was gone, replaced by pouty lips glossed cherry-red. His hands shot to his chest, squeezing the impossible mounds. They jiggled with her touch, nipples stiff and straining against the fabric.
“What the fuck?” The voice that came out wasn’t his. It was high-pitched, breathy, like she was begging to be face-fucked in between words.
“C’mon, Candy,” another voice chimed in, a burly man with a crooked grin. He was shirtless, wearing only tight red pants and a Santa hat perched rakishly on his head. “We’re on in five. Don’t tell me you’re gettin’ stage fright now.”
“I—uh…” Candy stammered. She stared at his cock, which was already hard, and it was fucking massive. Candy—Kevin—felt her mouth water. She should’ve been horrified, screaming, anything but this. But her body moved on its own, crawling toward him, tits swaying with every step. Her mind screamed in confusion, but her body moved on autopilot, hips swaying, her tits bouncing with every step.
“C’mon, baby,” the man said with a grin, his hand slipping to her ass. “Let’s make Santa proud.”
The cameras rolled, and Candy found herself dropping to her knees in front of him, her hands sliding up his thighs. “Ohhh, Santa, I’ve been such a naughty girl,” she purred, wrapping her lips around the head of his cock. The taste was electric, and she moaned, hollowing her cheeks as she took him deeper.
“Fuck, Candy, you’re a goddamn pro,” the guy groaned, fisting her hair.
“Mmhm!” she hummed around him, pulling back just enough to let a string of spit dangle from her glossy lips. “Does Santa wanna fill my throat before he stuffs my little pussy?”
The cameras rolled, as Candy worked her tongue over his length, licking him like a candy cane. He groaned, thrusting into her mouth, and she gagged, loving the way it made her mascara run.
“Goddamn, your tits are unreal,” he said, gripping one and squeezing hard. “Bet that tight little pussy’s just as fake, huh?”
Cindy giggled, pulling off with a wet pop. “Only one way to find out, big guy.” She turned, arching her back, wiggling her barely-covered ass. “C’mon, Santa, give me that North Pole.”
He didn’t need more encouragement. Pulling her skirt up, he pushed her panties aside and slammed into her in one brutal thrust. Cindy screamed, half in pain, half in bliss, as his cock stretched her open.
“Ohhh, fuck! Yes! Stuff my stocking, Santa!” she cried, nails digging into the sheets.
His hips snapped against her, the sound of skin slapping skin filling the room. Each thrust sent her tits bouncing, and she clawed at the bed, drooling onto the candy-cane print.
“God, you’re tight,” he grunted. “Bet you love being Santa’s little fucktoy, huh?”
“Yes! Fuck yes!” Candy wailed, grinding back against him. “Use me! Fill me up with your Christmas spirit!”
The night was a blur. Candy was quick to lose herself in the pleasure, in the new, sexy body that knew exactly how to take cock. By the time the cameras stopped rolling, she was drenched, legs shaking, and her face smeared with cum. She licked her lips, already craving more.
She should’ve felt humiliated, embarrassed. Hell she should feel degraded. Yet as her memory as Kevin slipped further and further… She could not help but felt it was the first time her pathetic life did not feel like a failure.
