Christmas time was in full swing but you would never know that from Christina's house. It looked like it did throughout the rest of the year, simple but elegant. Also, not a drop of Yuletide at all. Not that she hated Christmas; far from it. Christina was single and did not care to be reminded of family and togetherness. She simply would ride the day out like she did every year, reading a good book with some wine by her fireplace.
Before she knew it, it was long into the Christmas Eve night and Christina had fallen asleep, book in her lap; the roar of the fireplace having lulled her into her slumber. She turned over, her long black hair covering her face. She now lied on her chest, ass protruding out of her pajamas bottoms.
"Unbelievable."
Christina heard this and slowly opened her eyes. She turned around and in front of her was someone dressed as Santa Claus. She jumped up.
"What the fuck?! Who are you?!" She yelled.
"Seriously...no tree, no cookies or milk, no presents. Is my watch off?" The man said as he shook the watch he had on his hand.
"No... it's working like a charm. What's not working is this-"
"Who...the fuck...are you?"
"Santa."
"Santa isn't real. How did you get in here?"
"First off...that hurts. I'm as real as you. Ask my wife and ten kids. Secondly...do they not teach my story anymore? Through your fireplace."
He then pointed to the fireplace behind her. She looked behind her and Santa took a few steps closer.
"Back off, whoever you are."
"Listen...how can I prove this to you? Name it."
"Tell me something only I would know."
" I'm not a mind reader. I just see you when your sleeping and know when your awake...like Jesus or the NSA."
"Have I been good this year?"
"Well...that's difficult. You opened up a floral boutique so that's good. You donate to charity, great. You do your best not to let things get to you-that's kind of both good and bad. But honestly, you have been bad."
"How?" Christina was shocked.
"Your faith in Christmas. I'm real, right in front of you, and you don't believe me. I work my ass off for everyone in the world. All I ask is to keep having faith in me. I work hand and hand with Jesus, okay. I don't need this "not believing in me" shit. It's tiring."
"I'm sorry."
"It's okay. The whole world is twisted with the concept of reality and truth. No one has time for faith anymore."
"Any way I can make up for my mistakes? Get on your good side."
Santa smiled.
"I think we can work something out."
He inched towards her and grabbed her arm.
"As I came in, I couldn't help but notice that ass." As he said this, he reached behind, grabbed her ass and squeezed. His gloves were still damp from the snow outside.
"Santa-"
"Ssshhh". He held his gloved forefinger up to her lips.
"Be a good girl and take off your pants. Slowly."
"But I-"
"Did I ask you to say a fucking thing? Now take off your pants."
He grabbed her neck as she slowly took off her pants. He gently caressed her neck and shoulders. As she finished removing her pants, he looked down.
"Merry Christmas to me."
He bent her over the couch she had been lying on and stared at her bare ass. It was smooth, big and juicy. Her asshole and pussy were shimmering in the firelight. Santa took off his gloves and cupped his hands to warm them.
Santa ran his fingers down her back, slowly feeling every nook and cranny as he reached her butt. He squeezed deep and hard and Christina moaned a little.
Old Saint Nick ran his fingers all over her ass, gliding across her asshole and around her vagina till he stopped at her clitoris. He began to rub in circles, starting slowly before moving faster and faster.
Christina felt his hands on her and she felt conflicted. It had been so long since she felt hands anywhere but it was Santa Claus. Then his fingers found her clit and she didn't care. She felt herself getting warmer and warmer; wetter and wetter. She grabbed at her tits and started to rub her nipples. She bit her lip as each finger stroke inside her gave to another beautiful sensation. His swirls and twirls excited every inch of her and her fire rode up her body in waves. Then she felt another sensation. She felt a tongue deep in her asshole.
Claus dived in deep, tongue first, into her rosebud and immediately went in circles with it. He still fingered Christina's clit as he did his best to wipe her insides clean. He could hear her gasp and moan which only made him go more slowly and deliberately with his tongue. With his fingers, he began to go faster and faster. He could feel his fingers getting more and more wet with her pussy juice. He pulled his tongue out quickly to taste her delicious juice.
"That is one decadent pussy you got. See for yourself."
He came in front of Christina and shoved his drenched finger in her mouth.
Christina felt his finger inside her mouth and the distinct taste of her quivering mound. She grabbed onto his arm and deepthroated his coated fingers. She started to gag and took them out.
"You like to gag, huh? Try this."
He reached behind into his sack and pulled out a ball gag.
"What's that for?"
"It's a brand new, state of the art, fart stopper...what do you think? I'm gonna gag you so, when I make you moan so loud the house shakes, your neighbors don't hear. I'm only being considerate."
He placed it around her head and clasped it shut. Next out of his sack he took some rope.
He put her on her knees and tied the rope around her voluptuous breasts. He made them tighter and tighter. Chris could feel her tits getting more and more tingly. She moaned a little as he tied her arms behind her back. The rope that was left off her arms was tied to her legs, making her almost immobile.
Claus laid her back against the couch and knelt in front of her pussy. He took out of his pocket a small dildo and caressed it against her glistening vagina. She could feel herself getting wetter and could hear the rope tighten as she jostled around. As she moved, he slapped one of her tits.
She screamed, with joy, through her gag. Drool started coming out the sides. She moaned as he started to slide the dildo deep into her pussy. Chris could feel it slide in, inch by glorious inch. She squirmed and he slapped both of her tits again, causing her to moan even louder. Her knees started to quake as she felt herself getting closer to orgasm. She could also see her tits changing color.
Kringle came forward and, while sliding the dildo in and out of her snatch, started sucking on her nipples. Her eyes went into the back of her head and she felt herself cum hard. Claus smiled and continued to lick, suck and bite on her tits and nipples. Her body was getting harder and harder to stay still. He slapped her tits to stop her, which made it worse. Santa then bent down and slapped her pussy lips, while still inserting the dildo. He slid it up Christina's slit hard and fast, furiously moving it in and out. The look on her face was one of shock and heat.
He took out the dildo and went back over to his bag. He pulled out a vibrator and walked back to Chris, who was vibrating all over already. He took a smaller piece of rope, tied it through the bottom of the vibrator. He then took the rope and tied it back to the rope on her arms. Santa then placed the vibrator inside her tingling pussy. Santa untied her legs from her arms.
Santa walked over to the fireplace and took out a remote.
"Since you have been a little bad I gotta punish you...a little. This remote powers the vibrator inside those tasty lips of yours. It's got a low setting, medium setting, and a high as fuck setting. Now I want you to come to me."
Christina just looked at him, unsure.
Santa shook his head and turned on the remote. Christina felt the rumbling inside her pussy and fell to the floor. It felt soooo good.
