My name is Cat, and as many of you know I live in a fancy (for a college student) apartment building out looking one of Michigan's famous lakes.
It was on this bustling cold December night I happened to realize it was Christmas Eve. Our tree was out, my roommate and her own dog away with family, but I and my border collie Avy sat alone watching the dark waves crash outside our building.
I hummed. Christmas cookies were in the oven baking, I was almost salivating thinking about it. It was really too bad I had to be alone on Christmas Eve...
"Well," I sighed, "Even if no one else will see me I can have my own Christmas. And dress myself up for my own fun."
Skipping to my bedroom the first thing my fingers found was my signature kitten choker collar, complete with a round golden bell. Giggling a bit I fasten it, thinking of all the famous stories of reindeer and jingling bells around their own necks. Next I strip down to bare nothing's and dig though my favorite gear.
The buzzer startles me just as I finish lubing up a cherry red diamond plug, it's larger than normal but such a beautiful ruby red. I slip it inside me and bite my lip hard to keep in a moan, although I don't have to since I'm alone.
I walk through my apartment naked except for the choker, its bell jingles as I bend down wiggling my ass for the world to see as I remove the cookie sheet from the oven.
The minute I turn around I swear my heart drops.
And so do the cookies, onto the counter at least.
"Ho. Ho, hoe..." he says, staring at me through the bushiest set of white eyebrows and curly beard I've ever seen.
I'm shaking, how did he get here? Who the hell is this? And why is he dressed like Santa?
"Who are you?" I say with a raspy voice, I'm embarrassed but at the same time my inner woman is more excited to see such an older gentleman taking in my naked appearance.
We're only separated by the counter, and I flinch when he reaches towards me, only to realize he's grabbing a cookie. I watch him carefully, like an old man peel off his heavily used black gloves, resting them on the counter I watch his weathered old hands reach for a cookie. His eyes are such a bright blue, reflecting that inside he is young and wild still.
My nipples suddenly erect and pink at attention, I can't help but squeeze my legs together and feel the plug inside my tight ass.
"Down to business then." He wipes crumbs from his furry lips and finally looks at me again. "Cat. You've been naughty this year." He smiles knowingly. I can't help but stare at my feet.
"Very naughty. Get over here." He instructs.
Immediately I follow him back into the living room where he must have found his way in from my fireplace. The window shades have been opened and moonlight streams into the space on the couch, my dog still asleep in her bed by the tree.
"On your knees if you want to fix what you've done." He's more dominant than I could have ever imagined, his heavy black boots thump behind me as I sink to my knees facing away from him towards the window. My breath is more than gone, I've never been so exposed to a stranger.
The sound of a heavy belt being undone, zippers down, pants dropping.
I swallow the thick saliva in my mouth, I know I'm drooling and not just because of the smell of cookies but the reality of Santa Clause behind me, going to punish me. Because I am a bad, bad girl.
I flinch when I feel his thick wrinkled hands on my neck, but he soothes me, my breasts are prickled with goosebumps in fear yet he rubs my shoulders silently. Pushing my long black hair to one side he suddenly yanks it down so my head is thrust back, I gasp in fear more than pain.
"Turn around now girl." He orders.
I'm facing him, facing the part of him that juts out angrily, hairy with the curly hairs that prove he is the real Santa. His cock is larger than I could have imagined and it's only seconds before he brings my head to it, yanking me back by my hair it's seconds before the whole cock is down my throat and slipping and sliding the head around my twirling tongue.
I know better than to gag but I let him use me, fucking my face with such a grace and passion, my mouth is his now, his thick drool covered balls rub against my lips until their raw. Each thrust feels farther down my throats than the next, I can taste his manhood on my tongue, precum dripping down my throat.
The bell on my choker keeps jingling, creating a warm moist, Christmas feel.
I'm more wet than I've ever been, I stare up at him through his thick beer belly gut, wondering if I could make an offering that would appeal to him.
Like he reads my mind his cock pops out of my mouth with a wet smack, and he drags it across my lips leaving a surprisingly sweet trail of pre cum. But I'm not surprised, he is the real Santa after all.
"Do you really wish to wipe yourself off my Naughty list?" He questions, holding my hair tight again. I know not to disobey him, I want to be naughty and nice.
