Santas Got A New Fan Pt 01

Santa's Got a New Fan

Santa settled into the large, comfortable chair at his desk. As was his tradition on the 23rd of December, he was doing his second check through the list, and reading any last minute Christmas lists that he received in the mail.

He opened a letter, and took a sip of his hot cocoa. As he began to read, Santa nearly choked on his drink. While Santa has had his fair share of groupies over the years, he had certainly never read a letter this naughty... Especially not from a woman who normally resides on the nice list!

"Dear Daddy Christmas,

As you can see I am normally a very good girl. A loving wife, step-mother, and friendly neighbor, but I have always longed to be used like the naughtiest, sluttiest, housewife on the block. I don't want my stockings to be the only thing stuffed this year."

Santa felt his big cock harden in his pants. Not to say anything bad about Mrs. Claus, but let's just say it had been a long time since Santa had read something so dirty. He shifted in his chair-- his throbbing cock becoming uncomfortable against his red velvet pants-- and continued on with the letter.

"This Christmas Eve, I want you to come into my house and use me like the dirty whore I am. I want to be treated like the naughtiest girl on your list. No matter how much I scream, beg, and plead, I want you to use me as you see fit. Nothing is off limits, but just in case, my safe word is succulent... Just like my ass.

My husband has to work all night on Christmas Eve, so you won't have to worry about him. I'll finally have a real man to fill me with some holiday cheer.

Your favorite Ho Ho Ho,

Laverne XOXO

PS-- It's been a while since you've seen me, so I thought I would include a photo to jog your memory."

Without realizing it, Santa had absentmindedly started stroking his dick. He read the letter a second time before he finally retrieved the photograph from the envelope. Upon seeing Laverne's large tits, and beautiful round face, he started stroking his cock even faster.

She was beautiful, in an understated way. The nice, 40 year old woman next door, just hitting her sexual peak, under appreciated by her mundane husband. Santa imagined grabbing her long, dark hair, while he face-fucked her. Her full, red lips, closing around his big, white dick-- he imagines shoving his cock down her throat repeatedly, and then shove her head down on his dick until her head reaches the base, with her face buried in his fluffy, snow-like patch of pubic hair. She starts to choke, this day-dream version of Laverne; Santa pulls his cock out of her mouth, and points his dick at her big, bountiful titties, "Listen slut, I want you to jack Santa's big, uncut cock until I cum all over those big, fat titties. Understand?" she nods her head quickly, eyes wide. I pull hard on one of her nipples, "What's that? Speak up for Santa Claus." Her eyes water, "Yes Santa."

A knock on Santa's study door pulls him out of his fantasy. He hurriedly puts the letter and photo into his desk drawer and pulls up his pants. "What is it?" He pretends to be deeply invested in the naughty and nice list.

Mrs. Claus peeks her head around the door, "Papa, are you ready for supper?"

Santa tries to hide his irritation, "Yes of course, I will be there momentarily."

Mrs. Claus left, and he wasted no time at all finishing what he had started. Until Christmas Eve.

Santa made his deliveries in record time this Christmas Eve, saving the best house for last. Laverne, her husband, and three step children live in a newly built home in an upper middle class neighborhood. From the outside, Laverne was the dutiful soccer mom and house wife who maybe had "let herself go" a little. But Santa knew better.

Santa saw Laverne for what she really was: a sexy, fat, bored, housewife who was ready to be fucked by someone who knew how. Santa was no stranger to bigger women-- the common depiction of his wife being a bigger lady is spot on-- besides, the bigger the appetite, the better.

The photo, while hot, did not showcase the full figure. Distracted driving may be dangerous, but Santa would be lying if he said his mind was not busy thinking about the "what if's" of her curvaceous ass.

He quietly, like the pro he is, landed his sleigh on the roof-- ready to drop off one final gift. Saint Nick slid down the chimney to the fireplace in her master suite. HIs cock was already throbbing and tight against his red pants.

What many people get wrong about this jolly fellow, is his body. Why yes, he does have a belly that shakes like a bowl full of jelly; however, the rest of his body is fairly muscular and he is in excellent, physical shape. He has more of a dad bod, than anything else. Let's just say he's not called Papa Christmas for nothing.

Santa's eyes adjust to the dark and he spots Laverne in the semi- darkness. She seems to have fallen asleep, reading, waiting for him to arrive.

He crept across the bedroom and looked down at the sleeping woman. She was wearing a red, silk nightgown that was tight across her large, heaving breasts. She was even more stunning in person.

Santa removed his cap and quickly shoved it in her mouth, while he quickly tied up her hands and feet with the rope that is normally used to cinch his toy sack. She is strong but Santa is stronger. "That's right, you naughty bitch, squirm. Are you ready to become Santa's number one Ho Ho Ho?"

She had a look of fear and excitement in her eyes when she nodded her head yes. Santa leaned down and breathed in her ear, "You might make the nice list yet."

To be continued...