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Hospitality For Santa
Hospitality For Santa
A gullible girl finds a Christmas Night Visitor.
Based on a post by tomthumper.
Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.
It was the night before Christmas when Betty Boots was awakened
from her wet dream of big dripping candy canes; by a thump, and then a clunk
from her apartment's living room. Her big blue eyes popped open as she listened
to a rustling, then a man's voice; cursing?
Excited, Betty slipped out of bed and crept towards the
living room, the cool night air raising goose bumps all over her voluptuous
body. The red frilly negligee she wore was frightfully thin, but Betty didn't
mind the cold. She was convinced she was going to catch Santa Claus!
Eight years ago, when she was just eighteen, she had hidden
behind the couch as Santa put presents under the Christmas tree at her parent’s
home. She’d just returned from college, after semester finals.
But even when she was an elementary lass, friends had tried
to convince her that Santa wasn't real. But Betty was a special girl. She
really, really loved Santa.
Eight years ago, as Santa slipped the last present under the
tree that night, her mother had come out of the bedroom wearing only a pair of
white stockings, stiletto heels, and hair ribbon; and gave Santa a very
friendly hug. In return, Santa gave Betty's mum a very sexy workout that night.
Betty got the gift of a very sexy education.
Unfortunately, the next day when young Betty's salesman Dad
called from the airport, about to board his rescheduled flight home; Betty had
told him all about Santa's exciting visit. Dad had gotten very upset and yelled
at Betty’s mum. He hung up and they never saw him again. Betty's mum was angry,
and threw Betty out of the house for good. From then on Betty had to go back to
college, but since the dorms were vacated til past new years, she had to turn
to some fraternities, who were always happy to help the plucky, busty, blonde
beauty. They were eager to trade boarding for services.
But it’s 8 years later.
Sneaking towards her apartment living room, Betty was very
excited. It was Christmas and Santa had come to visit her! She wasn't angry
about Santa causing her parents to split or her abandonment. She had never
connected the events. No, Betty was as happy and excited as a particularly
naïve schoolgirl. Santa was in her living room! She tried not to skip with
glee, as she slipped into the unlit room.
Santa was bent over the entertainment center. Perhaps, Betty
thought, he was leaving a holiday music CD in her stereo. She hoped it was
someone sexy and sophisticated like Britney Spears or Katy Perry.
Betty flushed. Santa had sure slimmed down since the last
time. He had the firmest butt that showed off very well indeed, in his tight
blue jeans. He must have started going to the gym because his muscles bulged
beneath his black sweater. He still wore a red Santa hat, which made sense
since he was Santa.
"Oh; Santa," she said, half out of happiness to
find him bringing her presents, and half because; Wow! He was really built.
Santa was startled and turned around. Betty was confused.
Instead of being old with a white beard, he was young, with chiseled features,
short spiky black hair and green vigorous eyes. But then again, Betty thought,
Santa was a magical man. Perhaps this was how he appeared to lonely young women
who were positively bursting out of their lacy intimates, like her mom had
done, some 8 years earlier?
"I'm sorry Santa," said Betty in a bashful voice,
after flicking on a lamp. Santa was looking very nervous. He had dropped his
bag of presents with a clank; and if she didn't know better, she would have
said he was about to make a break for it.
"I'm sorry Santa," she repeated, edging over to
him. "I know I should be tucked in bed like a good girl. But I got so very
excited when I heard you delivering my presents."
Santa's mouth dropped open, and it took him a moment to say
anything.
"Santa?" he finally managed to say, in a
marvelously deep voice.
"You can't fool me, Santa," Betty said proudly,
sticking out her magnificent chest. "I'm smart. You’re disguising
yourself! You may not look like Saint Nick, but who else would be bringing me
presents tonight? The Easter Bunny?"
"I; I guess you caught me," Santa said, googling
at Betty's buxom tits. The fabric of her red negligee was light and sheer,
almost transparent. She obviously wasn't wearing a bra and her sizable jugs
jostled together amiably. Santa could even catch the hint of her tit's dark
areolas.
"Well," he gulped. "I should go." He
reached to pick up his sack. "Lots of boys and girls to visit."
"Oh no, Santa!" Betty exclaimed, clutching him to
her bosom. "Please don't go yet! Have some milk and cookies. Mama taught
me to be extra hospitable, and be good to you."
Santa got a strange look on his face as the buxom blonde
rubbed up and down him in her small frilly teddy. Without her noticing, he
flipped up the back of her nightie. He broke into a grin. This girl had gone to
bed without any panties!
"Okay," he said. "I'll stay a bit." He
settled down in a brown comfy chair and let Betty serve him his milk and
cookies. "Any beer?" Betty got Santa a tall cool one, which he
guzzled, in one swig.
"Ah!" He plopped the bottle down and looked up at
Betty, who was hovering over his extended leg. Facing away, she was removing
his boots for a foot massage, and accidentally giving him a preview of her
equally blonde nether locks as well. He stretched and then grabbed her round
the waist and set her on his lap. Then he asked with a grin. "So what do
you want for Christmas, little girl?"
"I thought you'd never ask, Santa!" exclaimed
Betty. She giggled as she slid further up on his lap, making him go Ooof! and
slip his hand up the back of her nightie; all the way up to her shoulder
blades. Betty was so excited, she paid no attention to Santa's paw.
"But you have to ask me the other question first,
Santa," demanded Betty, bouncing on Santa's lap.
"Holy" Santa caught himself just in time as Betty
gave his lap the bouncing of its life. "What question honey?"
"The naughty or nice question!" Betty said
impatiently. "What's wrong with you, Santa?"
Santa was breathing the sweet scent of Betty's hair; so had
to shake his head to answer the question.
"Oh, yes! Naughty or nice. Sorry, my girlfriend; I mean,
Mrs. Claus left me for one of the elves." He eased his hand lower until it
rested on her full round ass. Man, this chick was all curves!
"That's awful, Santa!" said Betty, opening wide
her full round lips around the 'aw' in awful.
"Yes. I walked in on them," said Santa. "Have
you ever seen an elf with a twelve inch dick?"
"Not on an elf." Betty shuddered. "But twelve
inches is a lot for any gal to take, let me tell you." She blushed,
realizing that Santa was studying her closely.
"Hmm, So you know exactly how she felt," he said,
giving her bottom a squeeze.
Betty giggled and wiggled.
"So Santa has been all alone since June, and what with
my work; I don't get to meet cute little scamps like you, except for around
Christmas."
"Poor Santa!" cried Betty. "So there's been
no one to; relieve all the pressure?" Betty grinned as her hand
involuntarily slid over the hump between his legs.. Santa might not be twelve
inches, but she was pretty sure he was pushing eight or nine, judging from what
a bumpy lap she was sitting on.
"Yes, it's just been me and the reindeer," said
Santa.
"Oh, Santa," Betty said in a shocked voice.
"You haven't been using Cupid or Comet that way, have you?"
"What way is that?" asked Santa, running his
finger down between her soft ass cheeks.
"You know." Betty squirmed. "Like when a
woman bends over and a man takes his; candy cane and slides it into her
stocking."
"Oh, reindeer-style," Santa drawled. "No,
I've never gotten that desperate." He locked Betty in his gaze. "What
about you? Have you been a good girl this year? I hope you haven't been getting
your stocking stuffed, too much. Though you're very, very stuff-able."
"Well..." Betty looked very guilty. "I've
been, pretty good?"
"Betty," Santa said sternly. "Remember who
you are talking to."
Betty tugged at the neck of Santa's sweater.
"Well, I honestly didn't know about my mistletoe print
dress, until Mr. Stevenson and Mr. Johnson took me into the coat room, and
explained," she said in a defensive tone. "It was lucky Mr. Johnson
told me to take it off, cause while they were performing the traditional
punishment, Mr. Stevenson splattered all over me with his big dick!
Santa's eyes widened as he imagined the banging of Betty
Boots in the coat closet. His pants were getting tighter and tighter, nuzzling
Betty's sexy bottom.
"I got pretty tipsy as well," admitted Betty.
"But I did a good deed! I gave Tim, the office boy, a hand job cause of
his cock cancer."
"Cock cancer?"
"Yes," said Betty, biting her lip trying to
remember. "He was afraid he might have cock cancer, and the only way to
know was to; you know, try to cum. But he didn't want to find out all alone. So
I;" Betty grinned sheepishly. "I gave him a hand job."
"And?" asked Santa, shifting with exquisite
discomfort.
"Oh, he came really, really well!" Betty giggled.
"I decided to really make sure he was A okay, so I sucked on him till he
came again." Betty licked her full lips. "He tasted very
healthy!" She glanced at Santa nervously. "I like tasting cocks. Is
that naughty?"
"Ho Ho! No!" Santa bounced Betty on his knee,
watching her tits jiggle as her ass pounded his bulge. "Except Santa isn't
sure if you're not just a little naughty," he said. "The last time I
looked at you closely, was when you were still in high school." He wiggled
the end of her button nose. "You were in the shower getting all soapy. My
how you've sprouted since then!"
"In the shower?" Betty squeaked. "Oh gosh, I
wasn't using the shower head was I? You know, the naughty way." When Santa
nodded, Betty turned bright red. "But, but I have to, cause if I don't, I
just can't concentrate on anything. Even now." Betty was crossing and
uncrossing her legs and nuzzling against Santa's broad chest.
"There, there," said Santa, giving Betty's bottom
a comforting pat. "I know a vigorous girl like you needs to let off steam
if she's going to try and be nice." Betty calmed down and rested her head
on Santa's shoulder.
"I decided I should visit you tonight and have a good
look at you, because I know how hard you try to be a good girl," he
explained. "Sometimes Santa needs to really examine the borderline naughty
girls. Now slip off that nightie and let’s get started."
Betty's eyes widened, and she sat up straight on Santa's
lap. "You want to see me naked?" she asked, her voice a little shocked.
"Yes," wheedled Santa. "That way I can be
really sure if you are naughty or nice. You want your presents, don't
you?"
"I do! I do!" exclaimed Betty. "I guess it's
okay, since it's you, Santa." Betty amiably reached down and took hold of the
hem of her fuzzy red negligee.
"Now that's the first sign of a good girl!" Santa
helped Betty slip the garment over her head, and had her hold her arms up in
the air as he feasted his eyes on Betty's supple body. With her perfect
complexion and the lotion she rubbed all over herself, by her open window each
night, she was good enough to eat.
Santa groaned as his eyes unsuccessfully tried to take in
Betty's firm melons. Around each nipple was a large chocolate areola, like the
ring around a particularly high scoring bulls-eye.
"What's the matter, Santa Claus?" asked Betty,
putting her arms around him. "You seemed bothered."
"Oh, it's nothing," he said, pulling Betty's warm,
curvy body closer. "It is just that Mrs. Claus has nice firm tits like
yours. I loved to suck on her nipples. They were so tasty." Santa's voice
was heavy with sadness.
After a moment of silent considering, Betty spoke up in a
kindly voice.
"You could suck my nipples, if you'd like. I mean, I
know it wouldn't be the same as Mrs. Claus, but maybe it would help." She
squirmed with delight. She was proud of her tits and having her nipples sucked
made her all squishy.
"If you're sure you don't mind," said Santa
quickly, taking her knockers in his large hands and gently squeezing them. How
plump they were! Betty shook her head, a happy half grin lighting up her face.
"Thank you very much." Santa gently took the
nearest nipple into his mouth and began to suck. Betty's nipples had hardened
at the mere idea of Santa having a go; and each was nearly an inch long. Santa
closed his eyes as he began to draw on the tasty teat. Betty moaned and rubbed
herself on his lap, pushing her breasts into his face. God, she loved to be
sucked! Her pussy was getting drippy with delight.
"Oh, Santa!" she gasped. "You're so lumpy!
What do you have in your pants?" Betty swiveled so she straddled Santa and
could better rub up and down his lap. Her pussy lips had spread apart easily to
nestle on the rise of his jeans.
"I'm sorry, my breasty beauty," said Santa, nosing
his way between Betty's heaving knockers. "It's been so long since I felt
the touch of a woman. I've even started letting young women sit on my lap.
"In Switzerland this Inga in a Heidi skirt hopped up,
popped the buttons on my pants and pulled out my stiff todger. She was a horny
girl who loved to bounce up and down." Santa gripped Betty's hips and
grinded her as he spoke. "Damned if she didn't wrap her pussy lips right
around me! And this was all in a crowded mall. She batted her eyes and waved to
her friends. Her cunt muscles rippled up and down me as she asked for a pretty
pair of shoes for Christmas. The she leaned in and whispered: "Oh
Sinterklaas, I want you to use your big cock to fill up my belly!" Then in
a louder voice she said, "Oh yah! Bounce me on your knee, yah!" And
she rode my cock, surrounded by my elves, mummies and daddies, their children;
and also her lewd little girlfriends, until I erupted into her. The last time I
saw her, she indeed did have a big belly, and tits almost as big as these."
He squeezed Betty's boobs together and sucked each nipple with a long hard pull
at the end.
"What a saucy girl! And how selfish not to consider
your feelings," said Betty, pulling off Santa's cap and putting it on.
"I think it is high time someone be your Santa. Or," she grinned.
"Be your Ms. Santa!"
She stripped off Santa's sweater and marveled at the
sculpted bronze muscles underneath. Playfully, she tugged on his nipples.
"What nice buttons you have Santa!" Then she whispered naughty things
in his ear. "You want to ride the boobie train, Santa? You want to check
out my caboose? I bet you could make me blow the whistle, Santa."
"Get some steam going, baby!" He slapped her firm
round bottom. "Run to your bedroom and Santa will follow with a big candy
cane for his special special girl."
So Betty ran, her boobs bouncing, giggling lustily, and
Santa followed, dropping his pants and letting his cock wave in the air.
Betty tripped on a pair of high-heeled boots and fell face
down on her bed, her boobs splayed out on either side of her. Before she could
move, Santa caught up, raised her bottom and started sliding his turgid cock
between her plump ass cheeks.
"Santa!" laughed Betty. "What a naughty boy
you are!"
"What a wet girl you are!" Santa spread Betty's
legs and dipped his fingers into her sodden snatch.
"Oh, Santa," groaned Betty.
"Just how I like my ho's," chuckled Santa. He
withdrew his fingers and gripped his reddened rocket. "Here comes Santa
Claus! Right down Betty's cunny lane!" He fed his cock into Betty's pussy,
reindeer style.
"Oh, Santa!" Betty lost her balance and ended up
with her head buried in pillows and stuffed animals.
"Ho, Ho, Ho!" moaned Santa, his cock buried in the
pussy of this beautiful woman's body. Her round toned ass was up in the air,
her boobs rocking with each thrust, her empty head was lost under the pillows.
"Mumfer!" Betty tried to say, flailing her arms.
"Oh yes! You hot bitch!" cried Santa, battering
her bottom with the pent up lust of the last six months. All he wanted was release
and the liquid snugness of this beauty's snatch on his red-hot cock. That she
was temporarily headless just made him more animal, more Satan than Santa.
"Ah, mumph!" went Betty as Santa's dick stretched
her wet pussy. She tried to pull her head from the pillows but Santa was
ramming her so hard all she could do was be ridden by him like an extremely
busty fuck doll. He was fucking her so fast and the air was so hot and close
under the pillows, teddy bears, and her tickle-me-Elmo. She felt like the naughtiest
fuck doll you might see advertised at the back of a porno rag. He was just
using her to sate his big bulging cock. His swelling mushroom head rubbed her
walls. She was going to cum, but she felt so dizzy, so light.
"Oh, Jesus fucking Christ," grunted Santa, working
his dick up into a white foam of her cunt cream. The sucking and slurping
noises from Betty's cunt echoed off the wall as her boobs rocked back and forth
on the bed. Her head was still out of sight under the bedding. "I'm gonna
fill this ass!" Santa declared and slapped a red handprint across it.
Then the pussy, for Santa had forgotten poor suffocating
Betty, suddenly tightened and he found real resistance and purchase for his
cock. The cunt dragged on his dick as he slid out, and was slow to give way as
he shoved in.
"Oh yes! You wonderful poon tang," he said,
digging in with his dick, feeling every inch as he plowed. "That's, That's
it," he groaned. And as he plunged deep; the pussy convulsed around him;
giving him a series of rapid squeezes.
"Hmm, ah." came the muffled cry of orgasm from
under the pillows.
"Oh, what a fucking tremendous naughty girl!"
Santa's cock exploded and shot ropes of cum into Betty's twitching snatch. He
held her weighty bottom up, and filled her up like a fuel tank on a big rig.
Santa gasped and let Betty's body fall to the bed, his
gleaming, still-hard cock, slipping from her pussy. Her snatch twinkled from
between her golden ass cheeks. On either side of her small and finely muscled
back, her boobs spread out like overfilled water balloons. Her head was still
under the pillows and she wasn't moving at all. Was she even breathing?
"Betty?" His cock twitched and spurted cum residual
over her bottom and the small of her back. Betty didn't move at all.
"Oh, fuck!" He grabbed her leg and shook it.
Nothing.
"Shit," he muttered. "Stealing is one thing.
Pretending to be Santa, who cares? But murder!"
Santa Claus, a.k.a. Sam Clay; burglar, jumped onto the bed
and pulled the pillows and teddy bears from Betty Boots' blonde heat. He
flipped her over, her jugs sloshing from side to side until finally coming to a
quivering halt. Her eyes were closed and her plump red lips hung open.
Sam had been merrily breaking into the less secure
apartments of the complex, loading up on Christmas presents when he slipped
into Betty's apartment through the unlocked balcony door. Who knew Christmas
shopping could be so much horny fun? Or turn so wrong?
"Please don't be dead," pleaded Sam. "You're
such a fine fuck!" He rested his ear between her tits and held his breath.
For a moment he could hear nothing over the pounding of his own heart. But
then, then there was a soft and steady echoing in that wonderful chest of hers.
He sat back
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Hospitality For Santa
A gullible girl finds a Christmas Night Visitor.
Based on a post by tomthumper.
Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.
It was the night before Christmas when Betty Boots was awakened
from her wet dream of big dripping candy canes; by a thump, and then a clunk
from her apartment's living room. Her big blue eyes popped open as she listened
to a rustling, then a man's voice; cursing?
Excited, Betty slipped out of bed and crept towards the
living room, the cool night air raising goose bumps all over her voluptuous
body. The red frilly negligee she wore was frightfully thin, but Betty didn't
mind the cold. She was convinced she was going to catch Santa Claus!
Eight years ago, when she was just eighteen, she had hidden
behind the couch as Santa put presents under the Christmas tree at her parent’s
home. She’d just returned from college, after semester finals.
But even when she was an elementary lass, friends had tried
to convince her that Santa wasn't real. But Betty was a special girl. She
really, really loved Santa.
Eight years ago, as Santa slipped the last present under the
tree that night, her mother had come out of the bedroom wearing only a pair of
white stockings, stiletto heels, and hair ribbon; and gave Santa a very
friendly hug. In return, Santa gave Betty's mum a very sexy workout that night.
Betty got the gift of a very sexy education.
Unfortunately, the next day when young Betty's salesman Dad
called from the airport, about to board his rescheduled flight home; Betty had
told him all about Santa's exciting visit. Dad had gotten very upset and yelled
at Betty’s mum. He hung up and they never saw him again. Betty's mum was angry,
and threw Betty out of the house for good. From then on Betty had to go back to
college, but since the dorms were vacated til past new years, she had to turn
to some fraternities, who were always happy to help the plucky, busty, blonde
beauty. They were eager to trade boarding for services.
But it’s 8 years later.
Sneaking towards her apartment living room, Betty was very
excited. It was Christmas and Santa had come to visit her! She wasn't angry
about Santa causing her parents to split or her abandonment. She had never
connected the events. No, Betty was as happy and excited as a particularly
naïve schoolgirl. Santa was in her living room! She tried not to skip with
glee, as she slipped into the unlit room.
Santa was bent over the entertainment center. Perhaps, Betty
thought, he was leaving a holiday music CD in her stereo. She hoped it was
someone sexy and sophisticated like Britney Spears or Katy Perry.
Betty flushed. Santa had sure slimmed down since the last
time. He had the firmest butt that showed off very well indeed, in his tight
blue jeans. He must have started going to the gym because his muscles bulged
beneath his black sweater. He still wore a red Santa hat, which made sense
since he was Santa.
"Oh; Santa," she said, half out of happiness to
find him bringing her presents, and half because; Wow! He was really built.
Santa was startled and turned around. Betty was confused.
Instead of being old with a white beard, he was young, with chiseled features,
short spiky black hair and green vigorous eyes. But then again, Betty thought,
Santa was a magical man. Perhaps this was how he appeared to lonely young women
who were positively bursting out of their lacy intimates, like her mom had
done, some 8 years earlier?
"I'm sorry Santa," said Betty in a bashful voice,
after flicking on a lamp. Santa was looking very nervous. He had dropped his
bag of presents with a clank; and if she didn't know better, she would have
said he was about to make a break for it.
"I'm sorry Santa," she repeated, edging over to
him. "I know I should be tucked in bed like a good girl. But I got so very
excited when I heard you delivering my presents."
Santa's mouth dropped open, and it took him a moment to say
anything.
"Santa?" he finally managed to say, in a
marvelously deep voice.
"You can't fool me, Santa," Betty said proudly,
sticking out her magnificent chest. "I'm smart. You’re disguising
yourself! You may not look like Saint Nick, but who else would be bringing me
presents tonight? The Easter Bunny?"
"I; I guess you caught me," Santa said, googling
at Betty's buxom tits. The fabric of her red negligee was light and sheer,
almost transparent. She obviously wasn't wearing a bra and her sizable jugs
jostled together amiably. Santa could even catch the hint of her tit's dark
areolas.
"Well," he gulped. "I should go." He
reached to pick up his sack. "Lots of boys and girls to visit."
"Oh no, Santa!" Betty exclaimed, clutching him to
her bosom. "Please don't go yet! Have some milk and cookies. Mama taught
me to be extra hospitable, and be good to you."
Santa got a strange look on his face as the buxom blonde
rubbed up and down him in her small frilly teddy. Without her noticing, he
flipped up the back of her nightie. He broke into a grin. This girl had gone to
bed without any panties!
"Okay," he said. "I'll stay a bit." He
settled down in a brown comfy chair and let Betty serve him his milk and
cookies. "Any beer?" Betty got Santa a tall cool one, which he
guzzled, in one swig.
"Ah!" He plopped the bottle down and looked up at
Betty, who was hovering over his extended leg. Facing away, she was removing
his boots for a foot massage, and accidentally giving him a preview of her
equally blonde nether locks as well. He stretched and then grabbed her round
the waist and set her on his lap. Then he asked with a grin. "So what do
you want for Christmas, little girl?"
"I thought you'd never ask, Santa!" exclaimed
Betty. She giggled as she slid further up on his lap, making him go Ooof! and
slip his hand up the back of her nightie; all the way up to her shoulder
blades. Betty was so excited, she paid no attention to Santa's paw.
"But you have to ask me the other question first,
Santa," demanded Betty, bouncing on Santa's lap.
"Holy" Santa caught himself just in time as Betty
gave his lap the bouncing of its life. "What question honey?"
"The naughty or nice question!" Betty said
impatiently. "What's wrong with you, Santa?"
Santa was breathing the sweet scent of Betty's hair; so had
to shake his head to answer the question.
"Oh, yes! Naughty or nice. Sorry, my girlfriend; I mean,
Mrs. Claus left me for one of the elves." He eased his hand lower until it
rested on her full round ass. Man, this chick was all curves!
"That's awful, Santa!" said Betty, opening wide
her full round lips around the 'aw' in awful.
"Yes. I walked in on them," said Santa. "Have
you ever seen an elf with a twelve inch dick?"
"Not on an elf." Betty shuddered. "But twelve
inches is a lot for any gal to take, let me tell you." She blushed,
realizing that Santa was studying her closely.
"Hmm, So you know exactly how she felt," he said,
giving her bottom a squeeze.
Betty giggled and wiggled.
"So Santa has been all alone since June, and what with
my work; I don't get to meet cute little scamps like you, except for around
Christmas."
"Poor Santa!" cried Betty. "So there's been
no one to; relieve all the pressure?" Betty grinned as her hand
involuntarily slid over the hump between his legs.. Santa might not be twelve
inches, but she was pretty sure he was pushing eight or nine, judging from what
a bumpy lap she was sitting on.
"Yes, it's just been me and the reindeer," said
Santa.
"Oh, Santa," Betty said in a shocked voice.
"You haven't been using Cupid or Comet that way, have you?"
"What way is that?" asked Santa, running his
finger down between her soft ass cheeks.
"You know." Betty squirmed. "Like when a
woman bends over and a man takes his; candy cane and slides it into her
stocking."
"Oh, reindeer-style," Santa drawled. "No,
I've never gotten that desperate." He locked Betty in his gaze. "What
about you? Have you been a good girl this year? I hope you haven't been getting
your stocking stuffed, too much. Though you're very, very stuff-able."
"Well..." Betty looked very guilty. "I've
been, pretty good?"
"Betty," Santa said sternly. "Remember who
you are talking to."
Betty tugged at the neck of Santa's sweater.
"Well, I honestly didn't know about my mistletoe print
dress, until Mr. Stevenson and Mr. Johnson took me into the coat room, and
explained," she said in a defensive tone. "It was lucky Mr. Johnson
told me to take it off, cause while they were performing the traditional
punishment, Mr. Stevenson splattered all over me with his big dick!
Santa's eyes widened as he imagined the banging of Betty
Boots in the coat closet. His pants were getting tighter and tighter, nuzzling
Betty's sexy bottom.
"I got pretty tipsy as well," admitted Betty.
"But I did a good deed! I gave Tim, the office boy, a hand job cause of
his cock cancer."
"Cock cancer?"
"Yes," said Betty, biting her lip trying to
remember. "He was afraid he might have cock cancer, and the only way to
know was to; you know, try to cum. But he didn't want to find out all alone. So
I;" Betty grinned sheepishly. "I gave him a hand job."
"And?" asked Santa, shifting with exquisite
discomfort.
"Oh, he came really, really well!" Betty giggled.
"I decided to really make sure he was A okay, so I sucked on him till he
came again." Betty licked her full lips. "He tasted very
healthy!" She glanced at Santa nervously. "I like tasting cocks. Is
that naughty?"
"Ho Ho! No!" Santa bounced Betty on his knee,
watching her tits jiggle as her ass pounded his bulge. "Except Santa isn't
sure if you're not just a little naughty," he said. "The last time I
looked at you closely, was when you were still in high school." He wiggled
the end of her button nose. "You were in the shower getting all soapy. My
how you've sprouted since then!"
"In the shower?" Betty squeaked. "Oh gosh, I
wasn't using the shower head was I? You know, the naughty way." When Santa
nodded, Betty turned bright red. "But, but I have to, cause if I don't, I
just can't concentrate on anything. Even now." Betty was crossing and
uncrossing her legs and nuzzling against Santa's broad chest.
"There, there," said Santa, giving Betty's bottom
a comforting pat. "I know a vigorous girl like you needs to let off steam
if she's going to try and be nice." Betty calmed down and rested her head
on Santa's shoulder.
"I decided I should visit you tonight and have a good
look at you, because I know how hard you try to be a good girl," he
explained. "Sometimes Santa needs to really examine the borderline naughty
girls. Now slip off that nightie and let’s get started."
Betty's eyes widened, and she sat up straight on Santa's
lap. "You want to see me naked?" she asked, her voice a little shocked.
"Yes," wheedled Santa. "That way I can be
really sure if you are naughty or nice. You want your presents, don't
you?"
"I do! I do!" exclaimed Betty. "I guess it's
okay, since it's you, Santa." Betty amiably reached down and took hold of the
hem of her fuzzy red negligee.
"Now that's the first sign of a good girl!" Santa
helped Betty slip the garment over her head, and had her hold her arms up in
the air as he feasted his eyes on Betty's supple body. With her perfect
complexion and the lotion she rubbed all over herself, by her open window each
night, she was good enough to eat.
Santa groaned as his eyes unsuccessfully tried to take in
Betty's firm melons. Around each nipple was a large chocolate areola, like the
ring around a particularly high scoring bulls-eye.
"What's the matter, Santa Claus?" asked Betty,
putting her arms around him. "You seemed bothered."
"Oh, it's nothing," he said, pulling Betty's warm,
curvy body closer. "It is just that Mrs. Claus has nice firm tits like
yours. I loved to suck on her nipples. They were so tasty." Santa's voice
was heavy with sadness.
After a moment of silent considering, Betty spoke up in a
kindly voice.
"You could suck my nipples, if you'd like. I mean, I
know it wouldn't be the same as Mrs. Claus, but maybe it would help." She
squirmed with delight. She was proud of her tits and having her nipples sucked
made her all squishy.
"If you're sure you don't mind," said Santa
quickly, taking her knockers in his large hands and gently squeezing them. How
plump they were! Betty shook her head, a happy half grin lighting up her face.
"Thank you very much." Santa gently took the
nearest nipple into his mouth and began to suck. Betty's nipples had hardened
at the mere idea of Santa having a go; and each was nearly an inch long. Santa
closed his eyes as he began to draw on the tasty teat. Betty moaned and rubbed
herself on his lap, pushing her breasts into his face. God, she loved to be
sucked! Her pussy was getting drippy with delight.
"Oh, Santa!" she gasped. "You're so lumpy!
What do you have in your pants?" Betty swiveled so she straddled Santa and
could better rub up and down his lap. Her pussy lips had spread apart easily to
nestle on the rise of his jeans.
"I'm sorry, my breasty beauty," said Santa, nosing
his way between Betty's heaving knockers. "It's been so long since I felt
the touch of a woman. I've even started letting young women sit on my lap.
"In Switzerland this Inga in a Heidi skirt hopped up,
popped the buttons on my pants and pulled out my stiff todger. She was a horny
girl who loved to bounce up and down." Santa gripped Betty's hips and
grinded her as he spoke. "Damned if she didn't wrap her pussy lips right
around me! And this was all in a crowded mall. She batted her eyes and waved to
her friends. Her cunt muscles rippled up and down me as she asked for a pretty
pair of shoes for Christmas. The she leaned in and whispered: "Oh
Sinterklaas, I want you to use your big cock to fill up my belly!" Then in
a louder voice she said, "Oh yah! Bounce me on your knee, yah!" And
she rode my cock, surrounded by my elves, mummies and daddies, their children;
and also her lewd little girlfriends, until I erupted into her. The last time I
saw her, she indeed did have a big belly, and tits almost as big as these."
He squeezed Betty's boobs together and sucked each nipple with a long hard pull
at the end.
"What a saucy girl! And how selfish not to consider
your feelings," said Betty, pulling off Santa's cap and putting it on.
"I think it is high time someone be your Santa. Or," she grinned.
"Be your Ms. Santa!"
She stripped off Santa's sweater and marveled at the
sculpted bronze muscles underneath. Playfully, she tugged on his nipples.
"What nice buttons you have Santa!" Then she whispered naughty things
in his ear. "You want to ride the boobie train, Santa? You want to check
out my caboose? I bet you could make me blow the whistle, Santa."
"Get some steam going, baby!" He slapped her firm
round bottom. "Run to your bedroom and Santa will follow with a big candy
cane for his special special girl."
So Betty ran, her boobs bouncing, giggling lustily, and
Santa followed, dropping his pants and letting his cock wave in the air.
Betty tripped on a pair of high-heeled boots and fell face
down on her bed, her boobs splayed out on either side of her. Before she could
move, Santa caught up, raised her bottom and started sliding his turgid cock
between her plump ass cheeks.
"Santa!" laughed Betty. "What a naughty boy
you are!"
"What a wet girl you are!" Santa spread Betty's
legs and dipped his fingers into her sodden snatch.
"Oh, Santa," groaned Betty.
"Just how I like my ho's," chuckled Santa. He
withdrew his fingers and gripped his reddened rocket. "Here comes Santa
Claus! Right down Betty's cunny lane!" He fed his cock into Betty's pussy,
reindeer style.
"Oh, Santa!" Betty lost her balance and ended up
with her head buried in pillows and stuffed animals.
"Ho, Ho, Ho!" moaned Santa, his cock buried in the
pussy of this beautiful woman's body. Her round toned ass was up in the air,
her boobs rocking with each thrust, her empty head was lost under the pillows.
"Mumfer!" Betty tried to say, flailing her arms.
"Oh yes! You hot bitch!" cried Santa, battering
her bottom with the pent up lust of the last six months. All he wanted was release
and the liquid snugness of this beauty's snatch on his red-hot cock. That she
was temporarily headless just made him more animal, more Satan than Santa.
"Ah, mumph!" went Betty as Santa's dick stretched
her wet pussy. She tried to pull her head from the pillows but Santa was
ramming her so hard all she could do was be ridden by him like an extremely
busty fuck doll. He was fucking her so fast and the air was so hot and close
under the pillows, teddy bears, and her tickle-me-Elmo. She felt like the naughtiest
fuck doll you might see advertised at the back of a porno rag. He was just
using her to sate his big bulging cock. His swelling mushroom head rubbed her
walls. She was going to cum, but she felt so dizzy, so light.
"Oh, Jesus fucking Christ," grunted Santa, working
his dick up into a white foam of her cunt cream. The sucking and slurping
noises from Betty's cunt echoed off the wall as her boobs rocked back and forth
on the bed. Her head was still out of sight under the bedding. "I'm gonna
fill this ass!" Santa declared and slapped a red handprint across it.
Then the pussy, for Santa had forgotten poor suffocating
Betty, suddenly tightened and he found real resistance and purchase for his
cock. The cunt dragged on his dick as he slid out, and was slow to give way as
he shoved in.
"Oh yes! You wonderful poon tang," he said,
digging in with his dick, feeling every inch as he plowed. "That's, That's
it," he groaned. And as he plunged deep; the pussy convulsed around him;
giving him a series of rapid squeezes.
"Hmm, ah." came the muffled cry of orgasm from
under the pillows.
"Oh, what a fucking tremendous naughty girl!"
Santa's cock exploded and shot ropes of cum into Betty's twitching snatch. He
held her weighty bottom up, and filled her up like a fuel tank on a big rig.
Santa gasped and let Betty's body fall to the bed, his
gleaming, still-hard cock, slipping from her pussy. Her snatch twinkled from
between her golden ass cheeks. On either side of her small and finely muscled
back, her boobs spread out like overfilled water balloons. Her head was still
under the pillows and she wasn't moving at all. Was she even breathing?
"Betty?" His cock twitched and spurted cum residual
over her bottom and the small of her back. Betty didn't move at all.
"Oh, fuck!" He grabbed her leg and shook it.
Nothing.
"Shit," he muttered. "Stealing is one thing.
Pretending to be Santa, who cares? But murder!"
Santa Claus, a.k.a. Sam Clay; burglar, jumped onto the bed
and pulled the pillows and teddy bears from Betty Boots' blonde heat. He
flipped her over, her jugs sloshing from side to side until finally coming to a
quivering halt. Her eyes were closed and her plump red lips hung open.
Sam had been merrily breaking into the less secure
apartments of the complex, loading up on Christmas presents when he slipped
into Betty's apartment through the unlocked balcony door. Who knew Christmas
shopping could be so much horny fun? Or turn so wrong?
"Please don't be dead," pleaded Sam. "You're
such a fine fuck!" He rested his ear between her tits and held his breath.
For a moment he could hear nothing over the pounding of his own heart. But
then, then there was a soft and steady echoing in that wonderful chest of hers.
He sat back
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