I had no time to recover. Santa flipped me onto my back, urging my legs open as far as they could go. As if guided by Rudolph, the head of his cock breached the entrance to my pussy. It seemed impossibly tight, but he simply pushed forward and my body responded as if by magic, allowing him more and more access. I felt him pause against a barrier, then a shooting pain as he tore through my hymen. At the same time, his cock raked against my oversensitive clit. I involuntarily bucked against him and he sank even further, coming to rest as his balls brushed against my ass.
Santa pinned me to the mattress with his cock, holding me firmly in place as his hands roamed my body. He grabbed my hips and pulled me up and against him until he was deeper than I could imagine. I locked my legs around his waist, reveling in the feeling of fullness and completion. Santa cupped my tits briefly, then pinched and pulled at my nipples, bringing me to the edge yet again. Abruptly he grabbed my wrists, holding them above my head as he began to shift his hips in a circle, teasing me. Then the teasing ended. He withdrew almost entirely before slamming back into my pussy with the full force of his mammoth cock. I cried out in near ecstasy. One more stroke and I was lost yet again, pushing against his restraining hands as he pumped mercilessly into me. I moaned and wailed as he continued his onslaught. Then Santa stilled, and I felt a geyser erupt deep within.
Crushed under his weight, I savored the feeling of his cock slipping out of me. Our mixed juices dribbled out of my sore but satisfied pussy onto my thighs and bedspread. I pulled him to me, kissing him deeply. “Thank you for making my Christmas wish come true, Santa.”
He smiled at me, his eyes twinkling above flushed, round cheeks. He said, “Jessica, this was incredible. But I have to go now — it’s only a few days until Christmas, and there’s much to do. Could you do me one last favor?”
Obligingly, I knelt and cleaned him off with my tongue, amazed by how wonderful the remnants of our sex act tasted. I tucked him safely back inside his suit, then rocked back on my heels to gaze up at him. Santa chuckled, and with a wink and a nod, he disappeared.
When I woke up the next morning, I was filled with doubt. Had I dreamed that, or had I really spent the night fucking Santa? Doubt left me as I staggered to my feet, finding my lingerie in two rooms and an almost syrupy fluid dried on my thighs. My pussy felt tender and sore, but I was excited. A whole new chapter in my life had been opened by the man in the big red suit, and I couldn’t wait to enjoy it!
Just two days later, it was Christmas morning. As I made my way to my front door, arms laden with presents to deliver to my parents, siblings, and their children, I noticed an unfamiliar stocking hanging from my fireplace. Dropping everything, I rushed to see what Santa had left me.
A Coach bag.
A new Blackberry.
A riding crop with a note: “Get in some practice, so I can give you the REAL naughty girl treatment next December.”
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