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At the Christmas party, I was asked to be Santa and
hand out the presents. Little did I know that I would be the one getting
the best present of them all. I was asked to be Santa because I was the
only one at work with a white beard and it didn’t matter to the rest of
my co-workers if I was a bald Santa either.
It was fun handing out all the gifts according to the name on each
package and getting all the sexy woman to sit on my lap and tell me what
you want for Christmas: jewelry, new clothes, shoes, a husband that
wouldn’t cheat on them, a bottle of Jack Daniels or Tequila, a new cell
iPhone with unlimited talk time, etc…etc…etc… and after all the little
presents where handed out, I was ready to see if any of the single woman
wanted to party.
I didn’t expect you, the Angle of the party to come up behind me, give
me a big hug and rub your nice big tits against me. Oh that felt so good
and that alone was enough to make my night. “Santa, I have a special
request? I didn’t get what I asked for last year and was wondering...
would you like to come by for milk and cookies? I can then tell you in
private what I really want.” It didn't take me long to reply, “Sure I
would love to hear what you want.” And Santa took you to your home in
his sled.
When we got to your flat you said, “Well, I don’t have any cold milk,
but… if you sit here beside me on the couch I’m sure we can find
something that would sooth your thirst.” You begin to unbutton your
blouse and show Santa your ample bosoms hidden beneath your silky red
bra that was lined with fur. As your blouse fell free I see you needed
some help to set your puppies free. Santa offer a helping hand when you
turn your back towards him. With an expert twist of the wrist, the back
of the garment came loose and it fell forward. Santa was blessed with
the most excellent eye candy he had seen all year when you bared your
breasts and winks at him in delight. “May this Christmas night never
end...” He said softly under his breath as he cupped your gorgeous tits
in his hands, opens his mouth and sampled the budding nipples. Your
hands are still at work removing the skirt when Santa reaches down
between your legs to get the fire started. When he strokes the flaming
bush, the heat comes on. “You might as well remove your clothes too
because you will get too hot sitting there if you keep them on.” Santa
removes his red suite down to his thermal boxers and you help him stand
to take them off. “I didn’t know that the North Pole was so BIG,” you
state with a glint in your eye. You grab the now exposed throbbing cock
with both hands and stroke it… You then guide it between your ample
bosoms and help him by moving your tits up and down while pressing them
together engulfing his cock.
“Ho Ho Ho! Santa cries and you slap him across the face making his cheek
all red. “Who you calling a Ho? I’m a slut and I don’t charge for this…”
and slap him across the other cheek to make them match. “Oh my... Maybe
that’s why I didn’t get what I wanted for Christmas last year… Can you
forgive me?” you says as you pull Santa' face between your breasts
nearly smothering him. When he comes up to breath he says, “Just for
that, I’m going to have to whip you with my candy cane!” and he starts
to beat his cane against your chest with slap happy sounds… “I want to
have a fucking great Christmas, that’s what I want but didn’t get last
year…” you say with a pout. “Well you’re in luck this year my sexy young
lady because that’s what you are going to get.”
Santa moves you onto the couch and mounts you doggy style from behind,
shoving his hard candy into your waiting wet pussy as your tits swing
free. In and out he pops his cane into you with long thrusts until you
are singing out loud with the first of many orgasms…
In the background there are carolers outside singing tunes of Christmas
joy, but the real joy is getting fucked for Christmas... |