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The attachment is a story i got off of fido net years ago. It was
written by Sexana Holiday. Everyone knows the reasons not to read stuff
of this type, so everyone enjoy.
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
More [Y,n,=]?
was a lollipop. Once
that kid left, I was the only one in line.
Chapter 2
"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.
Chapter 1
Chapter 3
"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 race.
Chapter 4
"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.
Chapter 5
"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".
Chapter 6
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."
Chapter 7
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."
Chapter 8
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.
"Come on Santa. Ride me like you ride your reindeer."
"Ho! Ho! Ho! Just want Santa wanted for Christmas."
Chapter 9
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.
Chapter 10
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.
Chapter 11
"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!
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