A Cucking for Christmas by The_Lady_Jo

BDSM Aldult erotic stories  – A Cucking for Christmas by The_Lady_Jo

Author’s Note: This is, to date, the silliest thing I have ever written. I have been struggling with some writers block recently so I just decided to write pure, fun, filth and this is what happens. I might have unlocked a new kink for myself but I hope you, at the very least, have a good laugh. Please leave a comment if you found this enjoyable (or sexy as I am now very curious if I am the only one with this new kinky fantasy.) I love hearing from all of you. Also, as with most of my stories, this contains acts of rough sexual encounters that some may find triggering.

Thanks for reading,

Sara J.

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It was December 26th. Everything had settled down. It was a brief respite for the factories and the excitement of just a few days prior had died down. Even the house seemed calmer as he looked around, glass in his hand while sitting in a cozy room lit by the fire. His wife sitting next to him snuggled against him.

Suddenly the serenity he felt was lost as a loud knocking came from the door. For a moment he thought he would let it pass. Probably just a holiday well wisher. But then it came again this time more urgently than before.

It was his wife who sprang up to answer. He could hear the door creek and, even from the living room he could feel the cold come in.

He could hear her greeting the still silent figure “Oh, what a surprise. Honey, I think it’s for you.” He wondered what was with her tone of voice. Was it awe and admiration? Maybe excitement or anxiety? Maybe something else. In any case it only meant one thing and he quickly got to his feet and marched to the front door.

“Hello boss” he said to the man still at the door. The frigid air still blowing in around the man in the door frame. He continued with the pleasantries “Won’t you come in?” Now a little anxious to see him here at this hour. It was highly irregular.

He looked at his boss and in this context realized the full enormity of the man. He had to duck slightly to get past the doorway. He noticed his boss tower over him in this small entryway at least a foot taller than himself which made him 15 or 16 inches taller than his wife. It was a commanding presence.

His darling wife was the one who finally broke the silence “May I take your coat?”

Without saying a word he removed his long, fur lined coat, and handed it to her. She quickly moved as quickly as she could under the weight of it taking it to the back bedroom. As she moved down the hall he said “Gee boss, we had better sit down.”

“We had better.” Said the man in a deep voice as he moved to the living room. His boss added “Do you know why I’m here?”

They sat down, his boss occupying much of the love seat he and his wife had just been on while he sat in the chair opposite. “No boss.”

“We were short an item.” This giant of aman said flatly, his huge hands briefly flexing into a fist as the only outward sign of anger. “An item from electronics, your department.”

“Oh gee boss really? If you needed it then it should have been there.” He said confused.

“It should have. I always double check the invoice and it most certainly should have been there. But it wasn’t. Do you have any idea how this makes me look? Do you have any idea how disappointed that client is? He did everything he was supposed to do, did everything right, and still we short changed him.”

“Wow I’m really sorry boss-” right then his wife walked in the room and briefly looked around, apparently not knowing where to sit. His boss moved over slightly and she tried to sit on the love seat next to him.”

He sat there looking at them and looking at her and thinking of what she would think of him when she found out about this mistake. Of course, he was her boss too. He was everyone’s in this company town. He looked into the massive green eyes of his wife and got scared.

His darling, beautiful wife, Trixie. Jingles had met her the same way everyone seemed to meet, at work. It had been when she had started when she was right out of school. Jingles had already worked there for a few years and was a talented up and comer. He was immediately enamored with her beauty. She was tall, 4′ 1″ and she showed off her long legs that came up to her fur fringed green dress. She wore her curly, pixie like, strawberry blond hair in the fashion of the day which was behind the ear to accentuate the points. She had a thin petite frame and small breast that were perpetually perky in the cold arctic north. They had happily married two years later after he got the promotion to head of department. That had been a year ago and it had been a happy one filled with cheer and joy until this moment.

Now as Jingles watched Trixie sit next to their boss all of the joy faded from his face. Seeing her in that same green dress and her matching hat he tried to convey that he was sorry with just his eyes.

“What was that?” The boss interrupted the day dream. “You said you were sorry Jingles?”

“Yeah boss, really so very sor-”

“NO” he was quickly cut off “No you aren’t sorry. Do you want to know what you are? Naughty.”

Trixie spoke up in her small squeaky voice “No, no sir not that. Jingles, whatever he did, was an accident. He isn’t naughty.” But she knew it was pointless. Once he made up his mind there was no going back.

“No,” the deep voice continued, “he isn’t naughty. No, you both are.” Their mouths opened in shock but he just continued “I told you when you were promoted that relationships in the department were ground upon. I suggested Trixie move to Candy Cane Corner but you said ‘It won’t be a problem sir. Everything will be just fine.’ And it has been a problem. Pure naughtiness.”

“Mr. Kringle,” Jingles started “Trixie has nothing to do with anything if you are going to punish naughtiness punish me.”

“Oh” he said with a smile that parted his mustache, “You will both be punished but I think Trixie will like her punishment.” With that his massive arms reached down as he pulled trixie onto his lap. She didn’t struggle or move. She couldn’t, his strength moved her like it was nothing. Jingles looked into Trixie’s eyes and saw a look he couldn’t read. One he had seen only vague reflections of their past together. It was a nervous excitement that made no sense to him at this time.

Mr. Kringle continued “Yes, to get back on my nice list Trixie here will have to do a lot and you, Jingles will have to watch.” As he said this one of his massive hands reached around and squeezed one of her breasts hard as the other started to slide its way up her thigh. Trixie could feel something under her as the pressure was building inside of the old man’s pants, growing as he got harder and harder.

Jingles still silent with horror looked on. What was that look that flashed on her face? Was that a wink and a faint smile? It was so brief and he couldn’t be sure but the points of her ears had blushed which only happened when she was really excited. What was happening?

Trixie had taken a different tactic “Please, oh Please Mr. C. We’ll do anything to not be on the naughty list. Just please, I’m begging you, forgive us.”

There it was again,Jingles thought to himself, another wink over those massive eyes. And that voice was that same one of admiration and awe he had heard earlier. Did she want this?

Mr. Kringle lifted her up and placed her on the ground in front of him. “Now, now Trixie, if you are going to beg you better do it on your knees.”

“Please Father Christmas,” Trixie continued “Please let us off easy. It won’t happen again. I will transfer to Candy Cane Corner. I will do whatever.” But as she was saying this Santa was unbuttoning and unzipping his pants. His cock bursted forth.

There was genuine shock in both Trixie and Jingles eyes. Jingles had been the only man Trixie had been with so she didn’t have much in the way of comparison. But Jingles had seen others in the changing room at work. There were some bigger elves but nothing like this. Santa’s cock must have been 8 or 9 inches long! It was huge! Jingles thought to himself that it must be the biggest cock in the world and here it was just inches from his wife’s face.

And to Jingles’ horror his wife’s petite hands reached out and took it. It took both of them to start moving back and forth and still it looked huge. “Is this what you want sir?” and her tongue came out and she started to lick the tip of his huge cock, her hands working faster now.

“That’s right Trixie, show Jingles here how naughty you truly are.”

She stopped licking for a moment “Jingle’s his cock is so big! I wonder how much of it I can get in my mouth.”

All Jingles could do was groan in disapproval. He tried to look away but found he couldn’t. He watched as her jaw opened wide and she tried to take in as much of his cock head as she could, bouncing her head up and down, the bells on her hat gently ringing as she did.

“Mmmm” Santa said “That’s nice Trixie, very nice. But you aren’t nice. You are naughty.” And with that he reached up and grabbed the back of her head forcing it down onto his cock. Her eyes widened as it plunged into her throat.

Trixie could feel it being pulled almost to her lips and then back down, slamming into the back of her mouth and back again. His speed and depth increased with every thrust. The only sounds filling the room were the bells on her hat violently being shaken and the small gulps of air as his cock pulled back. Her hands had gone to her side and her body limp, she offered no resistance as he thrust into her mouth hard. Drool had started to pour out of her mouth and run down her chin. Finally he shoved his cock as far down her throat as it could go and held it there. She tried to breathe through her nose but to no avail. Still he held it 5 seconds, 6 seconds, 7… Trixie wondered how long could she hold out before she passed out? Would he even notice? Or would he just continue to face fuck her until he filled her stomach with his hot cum. Trixie could feel herself getting wet. Like so many of her elven counterparts she had dreamed of having sex with the boss but always thought it was a fantasy and now here she was being ravished by him.