Chapter 1
I awoke this morning at eleven o'clock. Christmas jingles
played on the radio as I stretched my tired arms. Tomorrow would be
Christmas morning. I hated Christmas. I never received
anything I ever wanted. Would I get the present I always dreamed
of tomorrow? Probably not I thought to myself. Slowly slipping
out of bed, I wandered to my window. Pulling open the curtains
I could not see my present yet. I hoped it was coming. I begged
my parents night and day for one. They told me to ask Santa for
it and maybe he might bring me it.
Bouncing down the stairs, I went into the closet to get my
coat. My mother was busy giving the mailman his Christmas tip.
My mother and I had the same taste in clothes.
She also liked to wear short dresses. The semi-cute mail
carrier sat while she tried to find his envelope on the top
shelf in the kitchen. Her ass popped right out of the dress for
the whole world to see. What a flirt she was. My mother had
the roundest, smoothest ass I knew (Not that I ever felt my
mother*s ass or anything like that). She had her breasts
reduced but still she had a big bosom. If I looked half as good
as my mother, I would not mind growing old. Knowing what kind of
tip she had in mind I told her to have fun. I was going to eat
breakfast at the mall, though I would rather watch the mail
carrier eat her breakfast here. My mother ignored me. She kept
on pretending she could not find his tip so she bent over to
look down in the bottom cabinets. Her legs spread and her
pussy opened for business. I saw the mail clerk had a hard on
so I left those two alone. Without an audience, my mother could
complete her tip easier.
The mall was only a couple of blocks away. I had already
bought my family their Christmas presents. Today I planned to
ask Santa Claus for what I wanted most in the world. The time
was 12:20. The mall would close at one do to the holidays.
When I arrived, there was a long line to see old Saint Nick
so I went to get some lunch instead. Though the line was long,
the cashier was cute. When it was my turn to order, I told him I
wanted his Big Mac unwrapped to go. He shyly smiled. Leaning to
read the menu on the counter, my nipples slipped out to eye the
menu also. I knew where his eyes where when I looked up to
order. He took my order promptly and handed me my tray
personally. On the tray, he gave me some free fries and his
phone number. I think I might have found my next partner.
Sitting at a table near the counter, I faced my new prospect. I
could tell he watched me out of the corner of his eye.
Spreading my knees, I let him see what he was in for if we would
go out on a date. While eating, I let one hand slip under the
table occasionally just to make sure he was still watching. When
I heard him drop a large cola on the ground, I knew I had him
hooked. When dumping my tray into the garbage, I saw him drool
over my half exposed moon. I liked a man who would drool on
command.
The time was now 12.55. I had five minutes to run to Santa
and ask him for what I wanted most in life. There was still a
small line waiting. A fat, blubbering boy had just jumped onto
Santa*s lap. By his expression, I could tell that hurt. All
that boy wanted was a lollipop. Once that kid left, I was the
only one in line.
"Ho! Ho! Ho! Aren't you too old to sit on Santa's lap."
"No, I am just the right age to sit on Santa's lap. Besides,
I need your help in getting the present I always wanted."
"And what is that my dear?"
"I just turned sixteen a few weeks ago so I need to get
myself a set of wheels. I tried to drop hints with my parents
but they say they can't afford it. I was hoping you could give
me one for Christmas so I won't have to wait until my birthday
to get one."
"Ho! Ho! Ho! So you want a new car. That is a little big
to fit in Santa sled. Wouldn't you settle for something else
like jewelry or something."
"No. I need a car and I will do anything in my power to get
one. You are my last hope."
"I don't know. I'm closing up now. I don't think..."
"Come on Santa. At least let me sit in your lap. You have
to grant me at least that."
"OK my dear. I will let you sit in my lap, but you should
think of something easier for Santa to deliver."
Walking over to Santa, I dropped my coat, and spread my legs
to straddle his. Leaning over with my hands on his knees, I
told him that I only wanted a car. He just looked down and said
nothing until his red hat slipped off his head. I could feel the
material touch my bare ass and a wave of pleasure shot through
me. His big hands knicked my buttocks as he slowly grabbed his
hat and put it back on his head. Leaning back against his big
stomach, I began to finger his beard. The beard was actually
real. Looking at the roots, I could not tell if he dyed it or
not. Could he be? No. He could not be. His chubby face could
not hide his blush. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I lowered
his head until his eyes met mine.
"So can I have that car for Christmas or not?"
"How do I know if you deserve it? Have you been naughty or
nice?"
"Oh Santa," I said in a sexy voice, "I definitely have been
naughty. Oh what can I do to make up for my naughtiness?"
"I'm not sure you can. Maybe you should forget about a new
car for now. Maybe next year if you have been good I will get
you your car."
"But I need it this year. All my friends will be driving
around in their new cars. They will all leave me in the dust if
I don't get one too. Can't you do what my daddy always does when
I'm naughty?"
"And what is that my child."
Rolling my dress up even further I replied, "can't you just
spank me?"
Upon saying that, I rolled onto my stomach. Reaching for his
pudgy hand, I placed it on my behind. He at first laughed at my
suggestion. His belly shook like jelly.
"Go on. I deserve what I get. I have been naughty and I am
letting you spank me because of it. Don't be afraid. I tell
you I deserve it. I will do anything to become a good girl if
that means I can get my car."
With his rough hand firmly pressed against my ass, I could
feel him slide his hand to my crevice. Then he let his fingers
do the feeling.
"You really want that car don't you. Well if spankings are
what you want, spankings are what you get."
With that said, he began to make my ass red. It had been a
long time since someone had properly punished me. SMACK on my
left cheek! WHACK on my right cheek! Each shot sent me forward
an inch. SMACK! SMACK! WHACK! I could tell he enjoyed it. I
kind of did too. After each smack he rubbed my sore ass.
SMACK! WHACK! As he rubbed my ass this time, I could feel his
finger hover over my hungry asshole.
"Yes Santa yes!" I screamed wanting him to press his finger
into my ass.
He just teased me in between each spanking. WHACK! SMACK!
WHACK! I began to sweat profusely from the excitement. He did
too. Quickly letting his jacket fall to the ground, he
continued his assault on my guilty ass. SMACK! WHACK! SMACK!
I was enjoying every moment until he finally slipped his finger
up my asshole.
"OH YEAH!!!"
That was more than I could take. With nothing I could do, I
let my orgasmic fluids drench his red pants. Slipping his
finger out of my ass, he let me stand up. Seeing his pants all
soaked he stood up too and tried to shake his legs dry. He
could not.
"You've been a REALLY bad girl. Santa now has to teach you a
real lesson.
You are to go into the elves' little house without a question
if you still want that car.
Forcing me into the little elf play room, he barely squeezed
in after me. Quickly ridding himself of his pants, he had the
thickest, milky white thighs I have ever seen. What drew my
attention first was the fact that they were hairless. I wondered
if Mrs. Claus knew he shaved his legs. He threw his pants at
me.
"Since you sullied my only working pants, I want you to clean
them with your mouth. That's right. I want you to suck your
own jism out of the pants."
I loved the taste of my cum, but not the taste of his pants.
Wanting my car, I sat down and did as he told me. Once I could
taste no more cum, I wiped my mouth clean with my arm and put
down his pants. He sat in his white cotton briefs on a stool.
He had watched me suck my own cum from his pants and his prick
saluted my effort; however, it only stood at half mast. Since
he did not look completely satisfied, I spread my legs so he
could see the weapon I used to destroy his pants. He just
smiled. With my finger, I began to play with my clit.
"Now you're acting like a good girl. Keep it up and I might
just get you that car."
I could not believe I was jerking off in front of Santa
Claus. I never knew Santa was such a kinky bastard. If I knew
this when I was younger, I would have left something better than
milk and cookies for him every year. Looking up at old Saint
Nick, I could tell he was enjoying my Christmas show to him.
His prick stood at full attention now. He had just begun to rub
up and down when I stopped him.
"Why are you stopping me? Did I tell you to stop me?"
"I can't let you play with yourself. A man of your stature
deserves better attention."
"But I'm married?"
"So. You think I never did a married person before. Just
ask my boss."
Standing in front of him, I let him lift my dress over my
head and onto the floor. Standing naked in front of the person
I grew to love when I was a kid, I could feel my heart begin to
pace.
"All right. If you don't mind. I don't mind. You do have
sweet, perky breasts. May I?"
"Of course Santa."
With his hands, he began to feel my breasts. I could feel my
precum drip down my legs as he began to suck on my melons. His
white beard felt so smooth against my skin as if it was cotton.
Boy could this man eat breasts. My nipples yearned for his
tongue to lash out at them.
Since my legs were getting weak from all this pleasure, he
pulled me onto his lap. My lips caressed his. His tongue met
mine in a loving embrace that lasted forever. Becoming flustered
from the heat of our passion, he let me take off his shirt. It
shocked me to see that he did not have a pillow under his shirt.
Generally, I never liked fat men because they had too much hair
on their bodies. I like my men sweatless and hairless;
however, his fleshy exterior somehow drove me wild. He shaved
his chest as well as his stomach. Running my fingertips over his
skin, I never felt a softer body in my life. Not even my teddy
bears could compare. This was a body I would not mind sleeping
on top of every night for the rest of my life. Mrs. Claus was
one lucky woman. My tongue slid over his breast as if it was
ice-cream. His breasts were almost as big as mine. After
nibbling on his nipples, I slid down and nestled my face in his
stomach roll. I could have fallen asleep on his stomach. I
loved the smooth, soft feeling of his paunch. My boss was the
only overweight person I had ever slept with before. Only out
of shape, his stomach did not compare to this one. Feeling his
flesh made him laugh.
"You like my fat. Ho! Ho! Ho! It's OK. You are slowly
becoming a good girl in my eyes. Tickle me again."
I like the way his stomach rolled when he laughed. His whole
body shook. Putting my ear to his soft belly, I tickled him
again. I loved the way my face melted into his flesh when he
laughed. I could have fallen in love with that laugh if he was
single.
Slipping even farther down, I wanted to see the big package
for myself. Reaching under his belly roll for his underwear, I
pulled them off as he lifted his behind off the stool. I could
not believe the size of it. His dick must have been 10 inches
long and 3 inches thick. My dildo could not even compare to
this monstrosity. I did not know if my body could handle that
mass. I could barely wrap my hand around its shaft. Using both
hands, I began to jerk him off. He leaned back against the wall
with a pleasurable sigh.
"You sure know how to handle my cock sweet thing."
"Well Santa, I had much practice."
His thick skin went up and down to the movement of my hands.
Not circumcised, his prick was very sensitive. Even though I
enjoyed jerking his long cock up and down, the one thing I
really wanted to see now was his ass. I wanted to see how round
and smooth an ass of his proportion could be. That was my
favorite body part. I usually liked them lean and tight, but I
was curious to see his. Grabbing his thighs, I gave the stool a
turn and his back swung around to me. At first surprised, he
did not know what to expect until I began to kiss the back of his
neck as I worked my way downward.
"So you're trying to kiss my ass. Ass kissing works for me.
I now see you as neither bad nor good. The farther you go, the
better in my eyes you become."
He had no hair on his body except for his beard and head.
His back was completely bare and smooth like his front. I began
to massage his heavy skin. The round orb like butt cheeks hung
off the stool his ass was so big and beautiful.
"Santa, why do you have no hair on your body?"
"Ms. Claus does not like me hairy. She prefers me smooth
like a baby. Since we have no children, I have to be her baby.
She likes to breast feed and diaper me."
"Ms. Claus is one kinky bitch!"
"That's right. And that is the way I like it. We have not
had normal sex in twenty years. So be gentle with me."
"I will. Now I want you to roll onto your stomach. Make
sure your dick is reachable."
"Why?"
"Trust me."
I began to feel his butt crack up and down. I liked the
feeling of his fat cheeks against my hand. It felt as if they
ran between two clouds. Now I knew why men liked to feel my
breasts all the time. As he jerked himself off, I nestled my
face in his ass. And I thought his stomach made a good pillow.
His ass was smoother than a baby's. His asshole was even bigger
than mine.
One of my partners told me to do this to him once while on a
camping trip.
He told me the surprise of this action would make men go wild.
Believing him, I pulled one of his six inch walls of flesh to
one side and slipped one finger completely up Santa's big ass.
His asshole was so huge, he did not notice. I then tried to
slip him a double whammy. His whole fat body shuttered.
"Oh my God! What was that?. Oh yes! What was that?"
"Don't worry Santa. Just lie back down and enjoy."
I could tell he had never experienced anything like that
before. I slipped three fingers up his ass now.
"Oh YEAH! More. More. Please."
Slipping a fourth finger up his ass, I watched him lean
forward in joyful pain.
"Oh yes! The pain and the pleasure. If I knew this felt so
good, I would have tried this years ago. More. More. I want
more."
My boyfriend who taught me this could only take three
fingers. I know stuck my whole hand up his ass. His butt
cheeks enveloped my whole hand. Though it was a tight fit, his
smooth, warm skin felt heavenly around my wrist. I took my hand
out slowly so he would not waste his cum too early.
Santa turned his head toward me with a tear of joy in his eye
and exclaimed, "Mrs. Claus always called me anal. I guess she
was right. Finger me some more please."
"Sure."
Sticking three fingers in his plump ass, he began to ride my
fingers. Pushing his ass up my fingers, his butt cheeks ate my
hand again. I could not even take three up my ass. When he
rolled forward, a wave of flesh jetted from the base of his butt
up his back and finished finally at the rolls in his neck. I
loved to see flesh roll.
When his body finally fell back down to the stool without
moving, I could tell he could not take anymore. I slipped my
three fingers out of his ass. I then wrapped my arms around his
corpulent sides to his waiting prick. I could just barely touch
it with my fingers. Smushing my face in his ass, I finally
fixed my grip and began to jerk him off again. I wish I could
have stayed in this position forever his skin was so soft. I
nestled his ass as I jerked him off. His ass was smoother than
tissue paper. I was curious to taste his ass. I had never done
this before, though I read about it on my computer. With my
face smushed in his ass, this was a good of time as any to do
it. Slipping out my tongue, I began to lick his sweaty but sweet
ass crack.
"You tongue is better than toilet paper."
"Thanks Santa."
For a fat man, he sure kept his body clean. It felt as if I
was licking my own breasts. Deciding I had him in a good
position, I wanted to experiment more. I have heard about this
but never did I attempt to try it before. If Santa liked when I
fingered him, he would not say anything now. With my tongue, I
began to eat his asshole. I could not believe what a horny devil
I was. Experimentation drove me wild. I could feel my hot
juices drip down my legs again. I had to slow down my jerking
while I tasted his ass for his dick was pulsing in my hand ready
to blow at any moment. His ass tasted like chocolate. I never
knew ass could taste that way. Was chocolate made of shit? Or
was that where Santa hid his sweets from Mrs. Claus?
"That's it. You are now turning into a good girl. Oh yeah!
More. More. More."
Since my hand loosened his asshole immensely, it was easy to
slip my tongue in and out his ass. I licked deeply, then around
and around making sure I licked up all the chocolate melted
inside. With his massive butt cheeks caressing my face cheeks,
I never wanted to touch velvet again.
Eating his ass was great, but sucking his hard cock sounded
even better. I spun him around so that his hand hit my pussy.
He wanted to eat me then but I wanted to eat him more.
"You will get your dessert soon. But first though Santa, I
want to get my just desert. You know, ladies first they always
say."
"Fine with me."
He sat back up on the stool and lifted his stomach roll off
his penis for me. His dick pulsed against his big soft paunch.
With my mouth, I began to play with his smooth balls. I had not
eaten smooth balls since I was twelve. He had very ticklish
balls to my delight. (HoHoHo) While I sucked on him, his
stomach bounced up and down. (HoHoHo) He had very ticklish
balls. I tortured him more by licking his nuts as I sucked
them. (HOHOHO) When I pulled them downward, he could not take
it any longer. I then let his balls flop back down to his thick
thighs. He still could not stop giggling. His stomach bounced
up and down like a yo-yo.
With my tongue, I began to lick up and down his long thick
shaft. That made him happy. Moving to his head, I noticed all
the precum that he kept waiting for me. I licked the precum into
my mouth. A string of it stretched from his prick to my lips.
Then it broke and left a strip of precum down my face. I licked
his prick as if it was a lollipop. How many licks would it take
to get to the tootsie roll inside. I did not want to find out.
Instead, I let his dickhead part my lips as I enveloped its
whole head in my mouth. With my tongue, I drank what remained of
his sweat nectar. It tasted just like salty snow.
"You like the taste of my precum. Keep sucking the way you
are and you should taste more soon. You are turning into a very
good girl."
I said nothing as he put his hand on my head and his fingers
in my hair. Slipping my mouth farther down, I could not believe
how sweet his prick tasted. It was like a huge candy cane.
Could this be the real Santa? No. It just could not be. I did
not care at this moment. I just wanted to suck his big cock
dry.
While I slid my mouth up and down his shaft, I slid my hands
around his waist and fingered his smooth buttocks. He surprised
me when he slowly lowered me farther down on his massive cock.
I was not sure if I could take all of it in. He must have known
what he was doing for he pushed me all the way down until I
swallowed the whole thing. I could feel his manhood deep inside
my throat. I almost gasped for breath. Once all the way down, I
began to lick his whole shaft with my tongue. Around and around
I let my tongue roll. I felt a splash of warm liquid shoot into
the back of my throat. I became disheartened. I did not want it
to end now.
"Don't worry my dear. That was only precum. I don't precum
that often, but when I do it feels like a shot of cum."
Upon saying that, he began to face fuck me. My mouth felt
like it would explode. In and out he shoved his fat piece of
meat. I had no choice but to follow. His huge dick slammed into
the back of my throat repeatedly making me almost gag. I loved
it. Once it began to pulse, he slowed up. I was glad Santa
Claus did not want to come that easily either. He pulled his
dick out of my mouth. Boy did I have lockjaw after that.
"Now it is my turn for dessert. Boy am I hungry."
Grabbing me by my shoulders, he slowly led me down to the
floor. Spreading my legs, I let him taste my juicy snatch.
Already wet, he enjoyed the taste. I could tell by the way his
big fat ass wiggled in the air as he kneeled that his favorite
snack was a young, juicy pussy. The one thing fat people know
how to do well is eat. Boy did he eat me out. His tongue licked
my labia clean. Then it tantalized my clitoris until I came
again. He began to feel guilty about eating and not offering me
a bite so he turned around and kneeled over my face. At first I
thought he wanted me to eat his ass out again. I was willing to
do it. Then he slowly and carefully leaned forward into a 69
position. His thunderous thighs warmed my ears as his flesh
covered my view as he began to eat me out again. I followed
suit. With not much choice, I had to swallow him to the base. I
wrapped my arms around his thick waist for support. For a
middle-aged man, he kept very good care of his skin. My boss
did not. Santa had the face of an old man but a body of a big,
huggable baby. I wished I could work for Santa for the rest of
my life.
With his tongue whipping around my loins, I began to hunger
for more. He flicked his tongue in and out of me like a cat
does her milk. I had to lie there and enjoy it. I wanted to
moan loudly but his cock gagged me. I preferred a cock as a gag
compared to a sock or underwear. It tastes a whole lot better.
Another precum shot hit the back of my throat to my delight.
Once he finished cleaning me out again, he rolled off me and
laid on his back.
"You know what I want next. Come over here and sit on
Santa's lap again. Now ask me what you want for Christmas."
Straddling his waist, I lined his thick prick with my pussy
and sat down slowly.
"I want your big cock inside me."
"I thought so. Now sit down like a good girl and I will give
you your present."
I could feel his manhood completely fill my cunt and I was
not even half way down. Slowly but surely, I let gravity
stretch my vagina to accommodate his hugeness. With my hands
sinking into his soft belly, I began to bounce up and down. His
body was so elastic that I did not have to put much effort into
bouncing once I started. Leaning forward occasionally, I let my
tits press up against his while our lips locked. When I was a
little girl, I used to lie on my big soft teddy bear with my
dildo between its legs. Now it was for real. I could not
believe my delight. Santa was steadily turning me into a chubby
chaser. On every up motion, his stomach rolled forward into his
breasts that rolled to his shoulders. Then when I came back
down, his soft stomach molded perfectly back around my thighs
keeping them as warm as could be. Gripping his nipple in my
teeth, I pulled his plump breast about six inches off his body
and let it go in a snap. By the look on his face, I could tell
he was about to explode inside me. I did not want this to end
now. Gone tomorrow, I would not see him probably ever again.
This moment had to last. I wanted it to be worth his time so he
would come back to me around the same time next year.
Letting his pleasure subside Santa watched me as I shook my
ass for him.
I wanted to feel his big prick up my ass more than anything
else now. Like a big German Shepherd, he mounted my tail (not
like I let my German Shepherd ride my ass or anything like that).
Plopping his stomach on top of my back, he began to rub his
bulbous head against my asshole. I backed up to show it was all
right. Sticking his dick back up my soaked pussy first, he
slicked up his prick in my own cum.
"Oh Yes!" I moaned. That surprise made me cum again soaking
his prick in some fresh juice.
He then slid his massive pride out of my juicy pussy and into
my tight and waiting ass. Pain followed ecstasy as he slowly
opened me up like a screw in a board. With one hand feeling my
pussy from behind, the other one gripped my breasts and pulled me
upward to his awaiting lips. I loved the dominate way he moved
me. I felt like putty in his massive arms. Letting go of my wet
snatch he cuffed both of my breasts. I sank into his soft mass
of flesh. In and out ripped his prick. I was never a very big
fan of anal sex before. Now I never wanted him to stop. Every
time his fat stomach bounced into my ass, my body tried to split
apart to accommodate him. A gusher of my own cum dripped down my
leg. Between his sweaty body and my wet legs, we were slipping
and sliding all over the place. In, out, in, out, I never
wanted it to end. I had already cum four times today if you do
not include the shower power. I did not think I could take this
all pleasure in one day. I held his weight up as best as
possible. He tried to help by holding onto my thighs. With
each thrust, he almost sent me flying on my face. Soon my
asshole became loose enough to let his body bounce off my ass
with little effort.
After five minutes of anal ecstasy, he stopped suddenly. The
lights in the mall had just gone out. They must have been
closing up for Christmas. There was not much time before they
would discover our private hideaway. We had been going at it for
over an hour now. Exhausted, I laid dead on the floor. I could
not believe he out lasted me.
"Hey! I'm not done yet. If you still want your car, you're
still going to have to be my love slave."
I said nothing to Santa. He rolled me over onto my back.
The fifth time had to be the charmer.
"I am ready for the final take if you are. Let me see what
you have left big boy."
Gravity pulled his fat to my body as he crawled on top of me.
I felt like a helpless victim and he was a horny bear ready to
take advantage of me (I felt like I was camping in the woods
again.). Slowly he lowered his stomach until I could no longer
see his glorious prick. Boy could I feel it though. First he
rubbed his precum into my pussy juices. Then he slowly sank his
massive prick into my loins. Deeper and deeper it sank into me.
When he stopped for a second, I thought he was fully inside me.
I was wrong. He was just catching his breath. Holding his four
hundred pounds off me took a lot more effort than I imagined.
Then he went even deeper. I tried not to let out a moan but I
could not help myself. It felt SSSSoooooo good! Nobody had ever
filled me like this before. I could feel his prick touch the
back of my pussy. His weight intensified the pressure.
I guessed Santa never heard the rumor that fat men cum
quickly. He fucked me none stop. His fat ass kept the pressure
going and going. I was cumming and cumming again. I had never
had multi-orgasms like this. Boy Christmas was turning into my
favorite holiday.
As he humped me, his flab rolled up his torso. Gravity
pulled his stomach about a foot from his body. His fat tits
dangled in front of my lips. Reaching up, I began to play with
his nipples. I have never had sex with a woman before but now I
might change my mind. I loved the feel of his breasts as they
slammed forward and back against his body. All that gyrating
flesh sent me over the edge.
"YES! YES! YES! I'm CUMMING!" I yelled, not caring if the
guard outside found us or not.
I could feel him pushing inside me deeper. He was about to
blow his wad. Leaning all his weight on my thin body, he made a
final leap inside me. Squeezing my nipple as he completely
immersed his prick inside me, I came with him. I had never felt
anyone cum inside of me like that before. With his head
touching the wall of my vagina, his warm sperm jetted off my cunt
wall and back out of me.
Because he filled my pussy to the brink, there was hardly any
room for his cum. His cum slowly dripped down the shaft of his
prick and down my legs also. He laid with his prick completely
inside me. Exhausted, we stayed this way for a couple of
minutes. Though he laid on top of me, he did not crush me. I
loved the feeling of his flesh oozing down on top of me. As we
laid, I could feel his prick shrink inside me. We would have
stayed like this all night if we did not hear the night guard's
keys jingle outside.
"He's close. We better get dressed," Santa said.
"Fuck no! I am not letting your cum drenched prick out of my
sight. Now keep your pants down until I'm done. The guard will
have to wait."
I really did not care if the guard caught us or not. I just
wanted one more taste of his candy cane. With confidence, I
took his whole cock in my mouth. Our cum added a salty pizzazz
to his sweet dick but I did not care. So much cum, so little
time I thought to myself. When I saw the flashlight, I stopped.
I did not want to get Santa Claus fired. He quickly found his
shirt and put it on while I quickly slipped into my dress. We
could tell the security guard was close to discovering us. We
could hear his every footstep. Once the flashlight peered into
our little fun hut, we knew he caught us. Santa's fat prick
still swung in the air. Before the guard lowered his head to
look inside, I slowly crawled my way out. Seeing his boots, I
knew he was a man. I felt better now. Knowing that my wet ass
hung slightly out of my dress, I knew I would have no problem
getting out of the mall that night. Upon looking up, I followed
the man's huge thighs to his bulging belly. He was fatter than
Santa if that was believable. When I finally saw his big,
chubby, black face, I noticed his eyes glared at my exposed
breasts. He must have been eighteen years old at the most. I
could have sworn he was a member of the Fat Boys rap group.
Helping me to my feet, I slowly tucked in my breasts.
"What the hell are you doing hiding in there? Did you think
I wouldn't notice?"
Actually yes. He looked way too fat to fit into the elves
little house. "I was asking Santa for a special Christmas
present."
Just then, Saint Nick crawled out of the elves' house. The
stain still remained on his pants from my first orgasm during
the spankings. I think the guard understood what I meant now by
present.
"All right Santa!" he exclaimed in surprise.
"Ho! Ho! Ho! It is good to be the Santa."
"So is that what I have to do to get what I want from you
Santa. Now I know for next time. I always wondered why my
sisters always received better presents than me. Next year I'll
get what I want. He! He! He!"
As Santa gathered up his goods, I flirted with this huge
guard. I had never had a black man before let alone a big fat
one. Once everything was in order, the cute guard escorted us to
the door. With one arm around Santa Claus and the other around
the guard, we stopped at the double doors. I knew what I wanted
next year: double the pleasure. I let both men grip my wet ass
as we exited the store. Having the guard give me his number, I
knew I would be trying his Hershey bar soon. I did not want to
let my Santa go though. He gave me pleasures beyond my wildest
fantasies. He gave me a whole new prospective on Christmas
cheer.. Before he walked out of my life, he handed me a
present. He told me to open it on Christmas morning. It would
be a reminder of the one amazing night we had together. Then he
parted my lips with his tongue one last time.
Walking northward, I followed him with my eyes until his
hulking mass faded over the horizon. I walked home alone. When
I got home, I did not see my dad's car in the driveway. He must
be sleeping over his secretary's house again. My mother was
asleep with the mailman so I had to quietly sneak into my room.
Slipping out of my dress, I looked at the present Santa gave me.
I had to open it early. Upon unwrapping it and pulling off the
lid, I found two items and a note. The note read thus:
To my naughty princess Sexana Holiday,
I will always remember the pleasure you gave me. You made
Santa feel like a horny teddy bear. Mrs. Claus will be happy to
see my sexual animal released from its cage once again. I
Thought I lost the key to that lock for good. I left you my hat
and underwear to remember me by. The next time we meet, I want
you to wear only both of them. Try them on to see if they fit
as soon as possible. I think you will appreciate them
immensely.
Making all your wet dreams cum true,
Jollier Saint Nick
Taking the underwear out of the box, I could not believe the
size: 60!!! When I put it on, it almost fell off. This would
always remind me of his wonderfully plump ass. Grabbing the hat,
I attempted to put that on too but something fell out of it.
Looking down to see what it could have possibly have been, I
could not believe my eyes. Picking it up, I read the chain
attached to it. It read: Thanks for the memories, Santa. I
could not believe it. He left me keys. Keys to what? Running
to the window, I looked outside. In the driveway was a new
Porsche. I thought I must have been dreaming. He could not
have been the real Santa Claus. Or could he? Then, up in the
air across the moon lit sky, I saw a mighty sleigh being pulled
by nine reindeer. The leading reindeer had a very shiny prick.
Sitting in that sleigh was my Saint Nick.
Totally naked, he screamed to me, "Ho! Ho! Ho! Merry
Christmas to all, and to all a wet night!