A Present For Santa 1

You awake with a start. Was that a sound you heard? You roll over to look at the clock. 11:03. Christmas Eve. Not a creature was stirring. You look out the bedroom door and notice that a light was left on. Must have missed it when we went to bed.

You get up, silent and slow as to not wake your partner, and pad softly into the living room to turn out the light.

You are surprised to see a man in the living room. He has his back to you and is placing presents under the Christmas tree.

"Santa?" you ask softly.

He straightens up quickly and turns with a jerk, his finger held to his lips.

"Well, hello dear!" he says quietly. "Shouldn't you be in bed?"

His blue eyes look you over and you are suddenly conscious of what you are wearing - not much. A pink, satin, button-up pajama shirt that just barely hides your tiny, red panties. It's a little chilly and your perky nipples are pressing through the shiny top.

He doesn't look at all like the traditional Santa Clauses you see everywhere this time of year. He's wearing a red velvet coat and hat, of course, but he's also wearing black leather pants, heavy black boots and a red satin shirt. He looks to be in his 50s and is not at all fat but seems to be in fairly good shape for his age. You figure this makes sense considering all he has to do.

His hair is silver and gray. His beard is short and a little wild. His blue eyes sparkle with delight. He's just the sexiest thing you've ever seen.

"I heard a sound, so I rose from my bed to see what was the matter," you explain. "Are you really Santa Clause?"

"Of course, my dear!" He laughs a little in spite of himself. "Have you been a good girl this year?"

"I try to be but I'm afraid I might end up on the Naughty List."

"That's OK, my dear. Some people move from the Nice List to the Naughty List and back all the time. It's hard not to be naughty once in a while."

That makes you smile.

"Well, I'm just finishing up here and need to go. Lots to do tonight!" He bends to pick up his sack.

You glance at the clock. 11:03. Strange. Looks like the clock in here is a little slow.

"But Santa! I never had a chance to tell you what I wanted for Christmas!"

This is not entirely true. You try to visit at least one "mall Santa" every year. You like to flirt with the Santa and make him a little uncomfortable as your husband takes pictures. He likes it, too.

"Well, then. What would you like Santa to bring you this year?" Another eye twinkle. This man is starting to turn you on.

"Shouldn't I be sitting on your lap for this?" You give him a wicked little smile.

"Of course, my dear." Santa makes his way to the couch, sits down and pats his knee.

You slink over, knowing that he is watching your body move under your silky top. You sit down on his leg and feel the smooth, cool leather on your hot cheeks. You put your knees together and your hands in your lap.

You start to list all the things you would like Santa to bring but it's pretty clear that they are things for other people. Your family and friends. All the people you love.

"I can see that you are a very giving person and care for others more than yourself. That's a great way to stay on the Nice List. But what can I do for YOU?" Santa's blue eyes stare deeply into your green eyes, and he holds your gaze for several heartbeats. You feel your private parts tingle and warm. Your pussy is getting wet and very excited. You think to yourself, "I'm going to give Santa Clause a present!"

You reach up and gently slide his stocking cap from his head and run your fingers through his long, thick, silver hair. You scratch his beard lightly with your long fingernails. You reach down and take his hand. He's wearing soft leather gloves. You pull at the fingers and remove the glove from his right hand. You place his fingers to your lips, never breaking eye contact. You start to kiss his fingertips and then lick them softly. You slowly insert two of his fingers into your mouth and suck gently on them, rolling your tongue around them and getting them soaked with your saliva. His cheeks start to flush, his breathing gets shallow, and he moves his pelvis underneath you, becoming obviously uncomfortable. But he doesn't break the stare.

You spread your legs a bit, lift the bottom of your nightshirt and guide his wet fingers into your panties. You press them against your hot pussy and rub them up and down your silky slot. His strong fingers take over as you start to grind your ass on his leg and your pussy into his fingers. His strong fingers part your pussy lips and enter your velvet canal, find your little button and pinch and tease it. You arch your back with pleasure and put one arm around his neck to steady yourself, moaning softly. His strong fingers probe deeper and deeper into your wetness, and you feel yourself starting to tremble. Your sudden orgasm is gentle and easy but very intense. Visions of sugar plumbs dance in your head. You relax after the waves of pleasure have passed and lay your head down on Santa's chest, still quivering and shivering with delight.

Santa pets and strokes your silky hair as you recover from this passionate experience. But you know it isn't over. You reach down and run your fingers over the tight bulge in his leather pants. His physical excitement is very obvious as you feel the heat and twitching from his engorged yule log. You start to rub him more earnestly and hear him moan softly, enjoying the sensation your hand is providing. You unbutton your shirt. The moonlight on your breast looks like new-fallen snow. He softly caresses your warm globes and gently pinches your nipples. This shoots bolts of pleasure from your excited chest to your very excited pussy. You sit up a bit and begin to unbutton his pants, slowly and carefully, anxious to get your hands on Santa's throbbing cock. You open his pants and see a large wet spot on his silky, red drawers where his sweet syrup has been leaking. He raises his hips slightly so you can pull down his pants and his rock-hard cock springs to life between the two of you. You get down off his lap, remove his boots and pants, come up between his knees and grip his stone tower with both hands. You lean forward and place a soft kiss on the engorged head of his prick while Santa lays back and sighs with pleasure. You lick up some of the salty syrup from his love pump and spread it all over the soft mushroom, while beginning to softly stroke his granite shaft. You can feel every vein and muscle in his throbbing penis, and you can't wait to take him into your mouth.

You place the head of his pink cock between your warm lips and start to suck him gently. He tastes slightly of peppermint as you press him deeper and deeper into your hungry mouth. You match his groans with moans of your own and enjoy the sensation of him filling your mouth with hot sex. You begin to bob up and down on his peppermint stick, taking him all the way down and slurping all the way back up. You can tell that Santa is enjoying his present very much as he puts his hands to the back of your head and pushes you down, deeper and deeper until you feel his cock hitting the back of your throat. You feel his testicles tighten and can tell that he is going to blow snowy, white frosting any minute now. There will soon be milk and cookies everywhere.

You remove your mouth from his throbbing hard-on, stand slowly and drop your sopping wet panties to the floor. You climb up on top of him, straddling his Christmas tree, lean forward and whisper in his ear, "I would like to go for a ride on your sleigh for Christmas." You then lick his ear and suck the lobe gently.

"Of course, my dear." Santa's voice is soft and husky.

You reach down and guide his sexy spear into your hot, wet quiver. You lower yourself slowly, taking his length an inch at a time until you are sitting down completely, and he is filling you with his slick, sweet candy cane. With your hands on his chest, you start to slowly buck your hips back and forth, milking pleasure from his love muscle and the slippery folds of your hot pussy. He pushes his hips up, thrusting to meet your movements as you get into a slow rhythm of sensual love. You lean down and put your mouth to his, pushing your hot tongue between his lips, which taste like warm cookies. His soft, kinky beard tickles your cheeks and chin, and his wiry mustache tickles your nose. His tongue comes out to play with yours and the two of you kiss deeply, nibbling and sucking, sharing your juices passionately as you probe and explore each other's faces, necks and mouths.

Santa grabs your ass with both hands and starts to thrust into your happy quiver and you meet his movements with even more hip bucking of your own. You absolutely love the feeling of Santa rising up your chimney. Your movements become more frantic and erratic as a massive orgasm racks your entire body, causing your pulsing pussy to clench on his pounding pipe and bringing him to a sudden explosion of sticky love into your quivering, mossy cave. You feel his pulsating cock fill you with sweet, hot cream as he continues to pound into your pleasure palace. Your shared release lasts for several heartbeats until you collapse again on Santa's heaving chest completely spent.

You sign deeply and say, "Well, I guess I'm on the Naughty List now, aren't I."

"Yes, my dear," Santa says with a twinkle in his eye. "But I'll come back next year, and we'll see if we can get you off then."

You are suddenly concerned with the amount of time Santa has spent with you and worried about all the others he needs to visit tonight. But you look at the clock and it's still 11:03. So THAT's how he does it.

"I love you, Santa Clause," you whisper.

"I love you, too, my dear."

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