3 comments/ 17598 views/ 2 favorites Bad Santa By: stylecrime I yanked open the closet door and glared at the suit. Could I just burn it, perhaps? Christmas was at the same time every year - every single, fucking year - and yet I was always unprepared and always behind schedule. I took another swig of J.D. Maybe I could lose it... Feed it to a reindeer, or something. Would anyone believe Santa's suit getting eaten by a reindeer? My old man was so good at this job and all I do is screw it up. The elves hate me, I know it. I know they talk about me when I'm not around, the little fuckers. If it wasn't for that fucking union... And for the fact that I couldn't make a billion toys on my own, I guess. Fuck. I threw back another mouthful of my pick-me-up. Further charitable thoughts were interrupted by a chorus of "Oh Come All Ye Faithful" suddenly erupting from my trouser pocket. Memo to self: new ring tone. "Yeah?" I inquired, tight-lipped. "Kris, it's Teddy. We--" "Teddy! How's it hangin', buddy?" I hammed it up shamelessly: Teddy was the most anal of the production managers. "Just fine, sir. We have a problem with one of the new toys. Please come over right away." "Teddy," I said, swirling the last dregs of my drink around the bottom of my glass and wondering where I'd left the bottle, "I'm kind of busy right now. Perhaps you could come to the house?" "I, too, am rather busy at the moment, sir, it being 'The Night Before...' and all. I'll send one of the staff over to discuss this with you." "Great." I slipped my mobile into my pocket and wandered back to the lounge room. The bottle of J.D. was on the table next to the lamp. So was my stash of weed. Hmm. I checked my watch. --- I had dimmed the room slightly and was settling nicely into my pipe when there was a knock at the door. I blew an impressively large cloud towards the ceiling. Well, I was impressed, anyway. "Ho! Ho! Ho! Come on in." The door creaked open to reveal one of the newer employees nervously clutching a box. Shit, but she was all right for an elf. Around five feet tall; mid-twenties I'd guess, like a thirty-five year old human; long blonde hair with a slight greenish tinge. Nice tits – quite large for an elf. Cute nose. Beautiful, big eyes – whitish-blue, like polar ice. "I'm sorry..." She trailed off. I watched her eyes move from the bottle on the floor to the pipe in my hand. "Oh," she said, slightly embarrassed. She cocked her head to one side. "Your father played the lute," she said, somewhat unexpectedly. I tried to make sense of this. I couldn't. "What?" I said, eventually. "To de-stress. Before the delivery," she elaborated. I nodded, not quite managing any reply. She entered the room, closed the door behind her, moved over to the lounge and sat down next to me. The uniforms they wore these days reminded me of fast food chain uniforms, or Wal-mart, or something. I wasn't sure if that was a good thing or not. "We have a problem," she said. "With a toy," I nodded. "Your idea," she continued, "of also providing toys to the naughty children was... unorthodox. There are a few elves - traditionalists - who can't easily run with the concept. Your choice of toys was interesting, too. Appropriate, perhaps, but, again, difficult to run with. In particular," she continued, holding up the box, "this one, for the eighteen-to-twenty age bracket, is causing some uncertainty." The box featured a naked woman in the throes of what may have been a mind-blowing orgasm. The text on the box read: 'Rebel Rambler! Take your satisfaction off-road. Bi-directional rotating head and shaft guarantee the ride of a lifetime!' "Sounds all right to me," I grinned, trying to play it cool. She bit her tongue, I think, and scratched her leg. "For a bad girl, I mean... Appropriate," I explained badly. "It's just that," she said, pulling the toy out of its box, "it's not quite what one expects from Santa Klaus." The thing she held up was purple and pink. Transparent patches revealed ball bearings and batteries. It had one large horn and one small horn, like a deformed demon. My mind was, unfortunately, wandering somewhat at this point. "Do you know what I'd really like?" I asked. She looked at me quizzically. I blinked and re-focused my eyes. I shook my head a little. This probably made me look a bit weird. "I'd really like to know what is officially wrong with it," I said, attempting to preemptively cut through the bullshit I knew was coming. "Has it been tested?" I asked. She blushed, turning a light purple. "It works fine," she offered, with a shrug. "Has it been officially tested," I corrected myself. "No," she repeated. "It needs to be tested. Officially." I narrowed my eyes at her, for the full Santa effect. She looked aside for a second. "I could have that done for you," she said. "However," she continued, turning to face me, "I'll need a few things first." "Like?" "Like your signature," she replied, pulling an RF-31(c) and a pen from her pocket. I signed the form. "What else?" I asked. "A shot of J.D.," she said. I raised an eyebrow and gave her one. "And a whiff of that," she continued, pointing to my pipe. She toked, closing her eyes as she inhaled deeply. Her rib cage expanded and made her gorgeous breasts swell. While she sat, unmoving, my eyes glued themselves to the curves of her chest, absorbing the gradients of light and shadow, picturing delectable nipples and imagining how the soft weight of her flesh would feel, cupped in my hands. She held the smoke for a few seconds then blew a long cloud up through the lamp-light. She handed the pipe back, sat for a few moments, breathing deeply, then stood up, dropped her shorts and flicked on the toy. She held it loosely, moving her hands over the angled thickness of the shaft, exploring the clit stimulator, feeling its vibrations. "Looks nice enough. Feels comfortable to hold. No excessive heat build-up so far. Suitable for left- or right-handers." Was she expecting me to take notes? Crazy. I made a note of that. She moved the thing down between her legs and let it tickle her thigh. She shook involuntarily. The Rambler pulsed over her smooth mound, pressed against her clitoris, trundled gently down and up her labia as she made herself wet. "Its operation is quite agreeable," she said haltingly. "But does it turn you on?" I asked, impatient with the undying Elf officiousness. "Does it make you yearn for strong, deep penetration? Do you (I went out on a cultural limb) feel the need for seed?" She pulled the monster toward her and her pussy slurped it up. She moaned and her breathing broke. Leaving the Rambler buried inside her, she quickly removed her blouse and undid her bra. "I might need some assistance if I'm going to test this properly," she said, glancing in my direction. I leaned my smile over towards her and slipped it over a nipple, tickling the column of tight flesh lightly with my tongue and gently scraping up its length with my teeth. She grabbed her other nipple with her free hand and pulled hard. Holding my head to her chest, she wormed the Rambler around inside her, side to side, up and down, then pulling it halfway out, pausing to absorb the sensations and pushing it slowly back in again. Female Elves (I had heard it said) could take quite a bit of punishment during sex before it actually started to hurt and I was witnessing that first hand. She was tugging and squeezing her nipple harder than I would have dared, pulling her breast out into a long, conical shape. She pinched it hard between her fingers, even switching to her nails. She seethed and snorted like a tiny, angry bull. Her other hand was as rhythmic as a jackhammer, fucking her pussy with the whirring tool while she ground her hips into the cushion of the lounge. I started biting her nipple harder than I usually would have, but every time I went that little bit further than I thought I should have, I was rewarded with groans of pleasure and a toss of that beautiful blonde head. Whenever she opened her eyes, all I could see what that overwhelming icy whiteness, her pupils dilated to tiny specks of black. I leaned back and replaced my mouth with my hand, pinching and squeezing her bright red nipple, while I pulled my engorged penis out of my pants and starting masturbating furiously. She had her eyes open now and couldn't tear her gaze away my cock. Her mouth was open as she gasped for air and every time she probed herself with the Rambler she let out a loud moan. I struggled up and turned myself around, kneeling on the lounge with my dick aimed at her chest. I watched the rotating shaft disappearing inside her again and again, fisting my cock madly at the sight of this hot Elf quickly approaching climax at her own hand. With one final grind she started coming, her body quaking and bucking as she continued to stroke herself harder, fucking herself faster and faster, wrenching hot, quick orgasm after orgasm from her body. Her teeth were clenched and her head was thrown back, apparently trying to burrow down between the cushions, putting her beautiful body on taut display. With a crazed groan, I began spurting come over her belly and chest. She was still coming with abandon and I shuddered another wave of my juice over her, decorating her breasts in a somewhat festive style. I groaned again and kept going as best I could, determined to give as good as I was receiving. I gradually slowed and squeezed my cock harder, teasing the last remaining drops out, painting her belly a portrait of lust, rubbing the head lazily over her soft skin. She had finally collapsed, chest heaving, arms limp by her sides, Rambler buzzing away faithfully. I leaned forward, kissed her on the lips and turned it off. "So the toy's okay, yeah?" I asked, thwapping her thigh playfully with my dwindling erection. "Haah," she managed. "In that case," I smiled, "Merry Christmas: I hope you like it." Bad Santa Anna sighed; another year alone as she turned in on Christmas Eve. It had started well, at least it appeared so. She was getting out more after the break up, meeting people and having a great time. She had discovered a new aspect to herself and had been exploring it to its fullest. The people at the club were friendly and the atmosphere so full of energy. But despite all of the new friends, new experiences, and wonderful times, she still did not have someone to say was hers. She did her usual turn around the house, making sure all the doors and windows were locked. Flipping the switch to the tree, she sulked up the stairs to bed. She undressed, leaving her clothes either draped over the chair for later, or dropping into the hamper as her meticulous nature dictated. She stood before the full length mirror and ran her fingers lightly down her front, caressing her full, but not too big breasts. She felt the familiar jolt when she passed over her nipple and could not resist pinching and twisting them, a decision that made her instantly wet. Padding to the bed she sat down and rubbed her inner thighs almost to her delicate folds before stopping and moving back down toward her knees. She did this several times, getting ever so close to her womanhood each time, but refusing to touch herself. With a small giggle she admonished herself for being a self-sadist and denying herself the pleasure she craved. Yet she kept it up, wiggling and wishing that she would just give in and stop teasing herself. Lost as she was in the delightful bliss of her own desires, she did not hear the near silent click of the lock on the back door downstairs. Anna lay back on her bed and gave in, her hands pulling up on each lip, spreading them apart and exposing her inner bits to the air before squeezing them closed against her throbbing clit. Her eyes closed slowly as her lips parted slightly with rapid breaths. A small moan escaped as she pressed on her clit with her lips, the familiar tingle shooting through her body and her back arched. The silent foot falls on the stairs outside her room were drowned by the increasing gasps and moans from the slender early 30's brunette. One hand had abandoned her pussy and was now squeezing and molesting her breast while she rubbed intently on the tiny, tender bud nestled in her warm folds. The door to her room opened a crack as she cried out a hoarse 'oh god!' when her fingers slid into her slick passage. From the hall, the figure watched the sight. Her delectable body spread on the bed, hand between her legs, eyes closed and in the throes of ecstasy. He felt himself stir and grinned beneath his disguise. Taking a deep breath, he pushed the door open and strides quickly across the floor to her bed. One hand clamps over her mouth, the other grabs at the hand on her breast as he puts his weight against her. Anna's eyes flew open and stared in fear and bewilderment at the figure above her. A face obscured by a bushy white beard and fake eyebrows, topped off by a red hat with a white fur fringe. Her eyes glance down him as far as she can and registers a red jacket, wide black belt—Santa Claus. Her fear grows as she struggles against the sudden attack, her mind focusing not on getting free, but wondering how he got in. "Ho, Ho, Ho," he laughs in that Christmas pageant way. "What do we have here? A naughty, naughty girl I would say." Who was this man? How did he get in? There was no play planned for tonight. Oh god, this was the real thing! Anna started squirming and struggling which only resulted in him lifting his leg over her and pinning her to the bed with his weight over her lower chest. Her breasts were pushed up by his powerful legs and together, where he naked his manhood would rest between them. He takes his hand from her mouth as he stuffs a wad of her own panties in. His other hand had already somehow pinned her wrists together above her head. She shakes her head violently from side to side feeling the lace of her panties entering her mouth and tries to kick up to him, a futile effort given his position and weight. He extracts a zip-tie from his belt and uses it to hold her wrists together allowing him to retrieve a roll of duct tape from his red velvet toy bag. He went all out on this Anna thought seeing the bag, her mind clearly not focusing on what it should be. The tape secures her hands above her head to her bed-frame, and another strip covers her mouth and keeps the panties in place. I hope they are the clean ones! His weight shifts off down her body and he grabs one of her legs. Dragging it out he tapes it to the left bed-post, then does the same to the right leg despite her thrashing and pulling. Standing beside the bed he looks down at the helpless girl bound so ready on the bed and wet for him as well. Santa had really come early this year. He places his fingers on her inner calf and trails them up her leg, making no effort to avoid any areas he passes over her pussy and she instinctively arches, still undeniably turned on from her own fantasy a few minutes before. She shakes her head and closes her eyes, trying desperately to shut out what was happening to her by this pervert. He reaches back into his toy bag and pulls from it a leather flogger and grins at her. "Now Anna, I know you have been a bad girl this year. And Santa has brought you a special gift." He starts to laugh again in the classic Santa fashion as he begins to flog her breasts rather hard. Under the punishment, she writhes and squirms, trying to avoid the falls of the nasty whip. Through her body the burning spreads and soon it feels though her breasts are on fire. Her nipples stand as small pebbles, taking blow after blow and sending jolts of delightful electricity to her clit. Her screams of pain are mixed with moans of pleasure as her mind reels; trying to process what is happening to her. After what seems an eternity of abuse, the flogging slows as she feels his fingers invade her drenched passage, pushing deep into her and causing her body to arch to his touch. Her fiery-red breasts lift to meet the tails of the flogger and she moans through her gag, a feeling of humiliation running through her as she feels her body betraying her and giving in to him. It takes her another moment for the fact that the flogging has stopped to register and only his fingers remain in contact with her flesh. She writhes more now, this time as she fights not to give into the rising orgasm. She could not cum for this man even though she feels her body tipping over that edge. He forces another finger into her and spreads her open as he moves faster; seeming to know her body and how to get the response he wants. She shakes her head violently from side to side, trying to deny herself the climax that he is drawing from her. Suddenly her entire body goes stiff, arched and shaking. She moans and screams into the gag closing her eyes tightly to deny the sight of Kris Kringle with his fingers buried into her pussy and making her body respond against her will. With another yuletide laugh, the perverted Christmas icon takes his fingers from her and wipes them on her cheeks and in her hair. After he is happy they are clean, he leans his bushy beard close to her ear and whispers, "and now Anna, since you have been atoned for your sins of the past year, it is time for you to get your present." Anna's eyes up wide and stare at him in disbelief as he drops the velvety pants to the floor and reveals to her the long, thick cock he intended to use on her. Her disbelief changes to fear as she shakes her head, moaning 'no' through the gag over and over, tears forming in her eyes. Despite how wet she was, she knew it would be a challenge, if not near impossible to take what he was about to give her. His thick fingers start to molest between her legs again as he kneels between her knees. Leaning down toward her, he starts to rub against her, coating the head of his manhood with her juices. Her eyes close tightly, not wanting to watch him or see what is coming. Silently she prays as she feels herself being speared by his thick shaft. She lets out a scream into the gag as she burns from the stretch. He keeps forcing and it is all she can do to relax and try to accept his length and width. Her back arches, and her screams transition to moans as he starts to thrust into her, overfilling and stretching her beyond anything she had experienced before. The earlier orgasm, along with her own teasing had made her so horny that fighting the feelings she was having is pointless. She drops her head into the mattress and lets go. His thrusting becomes more urgent, focused and hard as she is sure he is nearing the edge of his climax. The thrusting of his cock into her draws out a string of forced orgasms, each building in intensity and flooding her with shame. She hated that he was able to do this to her, not simply force her, but force her to feel like she did. Santa draws back once more and drives deep into her, holding himself stiff as his cock swells and spurts into her passageway, flooding her and spattering her walls with his hot cum. She loses herself once more and convulses under him, thrashing and losing herself in the unwanted moment. She groans in frustration as he pulls from her and watches him move up the bed. He pulls the duct tape from her mouth and takes the panties out long enough to stuff his sizable shaft into her mouth. "Now be a good Ho, Ho, Whore and clean it up Anna," he instructs her and she obeys. Her lips purse and wrap around him eagerly, sucking and bathing his manhood with her warm mouth. Her cheeks hollow as she savours the mixed flavours of their juices. She moans and the vibrations pass through him while her tongue swirls over the head. Having him in such a vulnerable position does not even register as an opportunity as her true nature comes to the surface and she worships him. He pulls his member from her mouth and pats her head, "good girl Anna. Now I'm going to let you go and you will go to sleep, and not tell anyone of your visitor." Making good on his word he unties her, collects his toy bag, and walks out. Anna lay there for a moment, totally humiliated that she gave in, and unable to call the police or anyone feeling that if she came, she betrayed herself. Then a smile creeps across her lips and she drifts off wondering if there was a way to make him come back again. She could not admit ever that she had been so turned on by being forced by this mystery man dressed as St. Nick. Bad Santa Autumn felt liked she'd blinked, and Thanksgiving had rolled by. Now Christmas was around the corner, it was actually tomorrow. Surprisingly it actually felt like the holidays in the good old city of the angels. There was a winter feel to the air, the air had that crisp fresh smell, homes had wreaths hanging on their doors, and the colored Christmas lights blinking to unheard rhythm and music, you could see some of them see for miles. She used to just loved the holidays, that was until her family had fallen apart. Her dad had passed away two days before Christmas last year, and this year her mom, who was the rock of the family, had decided to take a cruise to Florida with some of her other single and widowed female friends. So instead of having the big family dinner at her house like they did every year, the entire family was doing their own thing. She just didn't feel very 'Christmasy' without her dad, or mom, her parents who had always been the foundation of her family. She tried to shake off the sadness, and pity party, and looked around as she walked to her apartment. If she was in any other state she'd expect to see snow on the ground, but it was Los Angeles, she had to take what she could get. As she walked down her block heading towards her condo, (parking was a bitch in L.A. if parking wasn't offered with your place) she kept on admiring the different nativity themes, in very much all of the yards she walked passed. No matter what ethnic background you were, it seemed Christmas always brought out the best in most people. She really wish she could share in the Christmas cheer, but right now she felt like the 'Grinch', or better yet 'Mr. Scrooge' and wanted to yell 'bah hum bug', at everyone who said 'happy holidays' or 'merry Christmas' to her. A chill went down her spine, so she unconsciously started walking faster. She tugged her jacket together in the front knowing it wouldn't button. She had big breasts and her jackets, and shirts always fit oddly. She pulled her jacket together again in the front, and suppressed the shiver that ran over her body, and tried to keep her mind occupied, 'was that bells she heard?' oh it must be the bells on a sleigh decorating one the houses roof's she'd already passed she thought. The sound of sleigh bells seemed to be following her but that just had to be her overactive imagination taking flight. Like everyone else is L.A. she wanted to be a part of the industry, and screenplays, movies with intricate suspense, evil aliens, demons, and vampires plots with big twists was her thing. Just another half of block to go, she knew this was a safe, ummm well safe enough neighborhood, especially by L.A. standards. It wasn't the typical suburban neighborhood, but she'd walked this block a million times, but she couldn't control the shiver that had nothing to do with the chill air. There it was again, bells, she was certain it was the light tingling of sleigh bells, and they seemed to be following her. Okay overactive imagination, think of something else. Fireplace, yes! She had gotten her fireplace cleaned out, and lit yesterday, and she was so looking forward to sitting in front of it with a glass of red, and relaxing. Maybe some candlelight, with Mr. Man the name she'd given to her favorite vibrator. Hmmm she felt a shiver of another type go through her body, as her nipples went from cold nipples to hard buds fully sensitive aroused nipples. Her pussy responded in kind with a quiver and instant wetness! She wasn't in the mood of company or she could call Ryan, he couldn't fuck worth a damn but he sure knew how to work magic with his tongue and fingers. The man had a tongue that should be patented and sold! Her pussy was getting wetter, and her panties were now soaked just at the thought of his tongue, and his mouth sucking on her clit applying a little pain with pleasure, exactly the way she liked it! But she knew he'd want to stay over the night, and talk, and be all lovey-dovey, and she really wasn't in the mood for that. So Mr. Man it is. The vibrator was jet black and exactly 8 inches long, it was made of the futurotic material that made it feel as close to a real cock as you could get. It was thick just the way she liked them, with a fat mushroom head and veins that bulged, the exact replica of a cock she wished she could one day find on a real man! But this baby also had multiple settings, which only served to bring her multiple orgasm..'yum yum' she thought! It not only hummmmed, it vibrated and pulsated. And it could escalate and go allllll night long! 'Mmmmmmm' she gasped into the night. 'Oh my', she thought, 'next thought! next thought!,' she was about to start rubbing her clit in the middle of the street if she didn't think of something else. 'Fuck!' that was definitely sleigh bells and the sound seemed to be following her! She had to be going nuts, now she was hearing sleigh bells?? Really? She could really get into hating this holiday as if she didn't have enough reasons already!! But, hey she was home, she had her key ready, and opened the front door of her complex. She went inside, and closed the door, and looked through the window panes on the door. There was nothing there, no sleigh bells chasing her! But the chill came back as she made her way to the elevators and got on. I actually needed a real jacket to go outside today, she thought, as she rubbed her thighs together which only intensified the feeling in her pussy. Even the freaking weather seemed to be in a Christmasy spirit! But 'eh' she could work with it! She checked herself out in the mirrors in the elevator, she knew she looked hot, she'd gotten enough stares, and whistles from men today as she and the rest of the procrastinators flocked to the mall to get their Christmas gifts, and stocking stuffers at the very last minute. She was wearing a red miniskirt that fell just midway between her thighs and knees. Thigh high black boots, with 4" heels, that made her petite height seem that much taller. Their was a lot of smooth honey skin between her boots and her skirt, which had caused several men to get in trouble with their partners, while turning around after she passed to get a second look. She was wearing a black fitted turtle-neck shirt that hugged her curvy body, and showed off her curves and big boobs without being too cheap. Her red jacket matched her skirt perfectly but wouldn't meet in the front because of her boobs. She wore a pair of black gloves, not because she needed them, but because they looked damn good with her outfit and in L.A. gloves were more of a fashion statement, than a necessity. Autumn knew she had the classic body of an era when women had curves, back before being so skinny women disappeared when standing sideways was a trend. She had the curves of an old coca cola bottle, the curves and thickness of the Marilyn Monroe time. She was 5' 2" and weighed 125 lbs, she had a tiny waist with curvy hips, 38DD cup breast not because she bought them, her body wasn't that way because she worked out, but because it was her genetic make-up. Her thighs were toned, not hard, just smoothly toned, very feminine and very sexy. She had shoulder length dark brown hair, with golden bronze highlights framing her face, she had a dark hazel eyes, and skin the color of honey. Autumn knew most people mistook her for being of mixed heritage, she wasn't. Her family was black, but they came in all different shades, somewhere along the family tree she's sure someone got fucked by someone of a different race...and ta da! She knew she had the type of body, and face women naturally disliked, and sometimes if they swung that way, they too along with the men wanted to fuck her. Hmmm she really had fucking on the mind, she thought as she turned on her shower and started stripping. Quick jump in the shower and she was out. Her legs where smooth and silky, her pussy bare for the world to see, with her clit poking out just ready to be sucked on. She wrapped a towel around herself, as she poured her self a glass of merlot, and check to make sure the fireplace was burning nicely. 'Fuck' she thought, this was getting creepy, because she could have sworn the ringing of the sleigh bells were louder and the tingling sound was coming down her fireplace. God she really wished her mom was a phone call away, MAN! she really hated this freaking holiday! She suppressed another shiver, and went to check that all her doors and windows, (she 'was' on the 3rd floor) was locked, then she jumped in the shower. As soon as the hot water started hitting her shoulders she felt the days tension ease, and even her worries regarding phantom bells, her parents, and the holidays seem to fade away even if just for a moment. 'Mmmmmmm' she groaned as the water massaged her body and fat drops hit her quickly hardening nipples. They almost became an inch long as her body relaxed, and became turned on by the massaging pulse of the water on her body. She un-hooked the shower and pointed it directly on her clit, she almost lost her footing as the water hit the already sensitive area and her orgasm rushed through her body! It was so sudden and breathe-taking she had to hold on to the shower door handle for support. OMG! Her body kept on shuddering as wave after wave hit her and goose-pimple covered her body, only serving to make her nipples harder and more sensitive. With her heart pounding, she quickly lathered her skin in her favorite warm vanilla body wash and rinsed off. She wrapped her towel around herself and again and made her way to the rug in front of her fireplace, while sipping her wine. She smile to herself as she thought back to her CUMMING so quickly and hard, and wondered what the hell was that about. She turned on her stereo to some low old school R&B, and stared into the flames again trying not to think about Christmas being tomorrow, and her feeling so all alone. She went to take another sip of her wine and realized the glass was empty, hmmmmm was that her second or third.. Oh well whatever! So she grabbed the bottle and poured herself another glass, feeling the buzz and the warmth from the fire enveloping her. Shit! SLEIGH BELLS! WTF! She looked at her glass, it must be the wine! She could have sworn there was a thud on the roof, but she was on the 3rd floor, buzzing off her wine, warm from her fireplace, and relaxed from her orgasm. She was really too, too everything to get up, she'd just lay right there for a moment, then she'd get up and go see. The carpet was soft and plush, and felt great against her skin, yup she'd just rest her eyes for a moment and then get up to check. Autumn tried to open eyes but couldn't. She was aware that she was not quite still asleep, yet still not quite awake. She felt someone lightly trail their fingertips down the side of her neck, down her back, all along her spine to her butt crack. Her towel had come loose during her nap and she was aware that she was completely naked. She could feel the dying embers of her fireplace warm her, however the light touch gave her goose pimples all over her body, and an uncontrollable shiver went through her body as a tongue, replaced the touch of the finger and made it's way down her the side of her neck, slowly leaving a wet hot trail down her spine to the crack of her ass. The tongue quickly delved in between her butt cheeks and then stopped. I'm dreaming she thought. I'm not awake, so this has to be one of those very real dreams people have, where the things they experience within the dream feels real even though they are sleeping. 'I know your not sleeping, and I know you're not quite awake' a deep masculine voice whispered in her ear, as he slowly licked her earlobe. 'You can think this is a dream if you want to! But I chose you to fuck tonight! My job is to bring you back your Christmas cheer! Because I am Santa Claus, and yup those sounds you heard, the bells, the thud was me and my reindeer!' Okay Autumn thought to herself! This is going to be one interesting dream! Maybe she should wake up now! But she couldn't, and as she thought that, it seemed her dream shifted, and the most drop dead gorgeous man was in front of her. He had to be 6' 6" at the most, with a clean shaven bald head, and a black santa hat with red fuzzy top pom, perched on top of his head. He was the color of coffee with a tad bit of milk mixed him, and smile that made her want to get on her knees, and suck his cock until he exploded in her mouth, and to keep on sucking until he was completely dry! His face was handsome, he was as fiiiinnnne as any model or actor she'd seen, and it seemed her dream state couldn't find the words to describe how fucking hot he was. He was wearing black leather pants, over apparent muscular legs that were each as big as both her legs. He had on black leather vest over chiseled broad smooth chest, and his arms OMG, she was so fucking wet right now. He had the sculpted arms of someone who worked out, the arms that made her want to sink her nails in as she pulled him deeper inside her. Wow, what the fuck was wrong with dream Autumn? She sure was a horny slut! He had on black shoes kick-ass shoes to complete his outfit and a shiny red something, what was that? Pinned? Drawn in on his vest. "Who are you?" she said to the dream man. "You heard me", he said. "I am Santa Claus". Ha! she thought, "I'm loosing my mind in my own freaking dream". "You're not going crazy", he said (damn the man's voice could melt honey!) "I AM he who the stories are about. Santa Claus is not only for kids! I appear to those who need me, and I look exactly how they want me to. Kids see the big jolly guy! Straight men see the woman of their dreams, gay men see the man of their dreams, and you are seeing this! Because this is what you want. And before you ask, I'm here to fuck you into the Christmas cheer". And there it was the tingling of sleigh bells. Wow Autumn thought this is truly one of her craziest dreams! Suddenly her dream shifted again, and he disappeared. She was disappointed, but hey you always woke up before the very good things happen in your dream right? But then she felt that tongue again going down her back. Oh God she moaned, as he spread her cheeks and started licking her asshole. Her pussy was suddenly a puddle as he stuck his tongue in and out of her tight ass hole. He then lifted her leg over his shoulder and flipped her from her side to her back and started eating her pussy as if he was hungry and it was his last meal. Goddamn! Autumn thought, I've never had a dream that felt this real!! His tongue was fucking her pussy and it seemed as if it was a small cock moving in and out of her pussy. He pulled her closer and locked his mouth over her clit, and all Autumn could do was put her hand on the back of his head and push his face further in, arch her back and ground her pussy in his mouth as she started cummm so hard she felt herself screaming like one of those stupid chicks in a porno! OMG!!! she was glad this was a dream, or her neighbors would be getting an earful as she came again it wouldn't stop! Her pussy was squirting, and that never happened! She tried to push him away and push back, her clit was so sensitive from CUMming and his mouth! But he only looked up and smiled, and held her leg and ass snugly to him and he kept on sucking her clit and used his tongue to lap up her juices like a cat. Her dream shifted and she realized he was naked, and her towel now completely disappeared. But she was too busy taking him in to notice or care. She had to reach out, and touch him, he felt real enough! His cock looked real enough! She was now sitting up and his cock looked like Mr. Man her vibrator had been molded from his cock. She licked her lips, she was almost drooling to taste him! He stepped closer still and she started stroking his cock slowly. He bent over and pinched her nipples. He grabbed her breast and even though they always seemed so big, in his hands the looked perfect! Her nipple got longer and harder if that was possible. She got to her knees and took his cock slowly into her mouth. The thing was perfect! He was about 8", and his cock was as fat as she liked them, it was the diameter of a nice fat cucumber. Long, and thick...her pussy was now a running river! She licked the mushroom head slowly. She licked him from the tip and reveled in the taste of his pre-cum in her mouth. She licked him slowly like a popsicle, from the very tip to the base and back again. She was at the same time grasping his balls in her hands and slowly massaging them in rhythm to her slow licking, up and down, up and down. She looked at him and his eyes where closed and his head thrown back, and a deep moan came from him. She bent her head a little more, and took one then the other ball gently into her mouth while stroking his cock never losing the rhythm. Autumn allowed them to pop out of her mouth and then started sucking his dick in earnest, while still massaging his balls. He started to fuck her mouth, and his hands at the back of her head pushing his cock further and further into the back of her throat. She was being deep throated in her dream!!!! She felt as if she couldn't breathe, but didn't care. His balls were tightening and she knew he was close to blowing his load into the back of her throat! SC was fucking her throat harder and harder and he was holding her head so she couldn't move..until finally he seemed to go up on tippy toes and one huge spurt hit her in the back to the throat. Then it seem to pause and then he was cumming and cumming but he was still fucking her mouth not pausing one bit or slowing down. So Autumn swallowed and swallowed what seemed like forever and then he eased still hard cock out of her mouth. Autumn felt the cum running down her chin, and quickly used her towel to get it. Weird thought...why does my mouth and throat hurt, things don't hurt in your dream? Do they? Again the dream shifted and realized that SC was laying on his back and she was straddled over him! He was playing with the weight of her breast and sucking on her nipples. He seemed to like her 38DD breast even though they drooped a little. One didn't have real big boobs without a little sagging. But she didn't feel self-conscious like she normally did, when men first saw her naked, she just felt fucking horny, even after her huge orgasm!! He bit her nipple as if felt her attention straying and she knew she was about to CUMMM again if he kept doing that.. She felt down for his cock and felt it jump in her hands! Her pussy was soaked. She grabbed it and put it between her pussy lips and slowly wriggled her body! FUCK maybe he was bigger that Mr. Man, because her pussy walls seemed to be stretching and she was cummmmming again with him just entering her pussy. Suddenly he thrust his hips up and his cock was buried in her to the hilt. Before she could move or adjust. He spun her over, she was now on her back and he was in the position of power. He started fucking her, each thrust faster and harder than the last, and her pussy was melting around him! She looked up at him and he smiled again as if he knew what she was thinking. Autumn realized that SC has not once kissed her. Again he looked at her and shook his head slightly and continued to fuck her pussy like she'd never been fucked before! Thrust after thrust after thrust! He lifted her hips and was fucking her harder and fiercer and Autumn started to pant...please don't awaken, not yet! Not right now! She could feel him swelling again in her and her pussy was tightening getting ready to milk his cock. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck she chanted! Don't stop! Don't fucking stop! SC looked at her again and just smiled. He was holding her hips so high, it seemed as if she was getting stretched by all 8" and she just wanted more!! Bad Santa She could hear and feel his balls slapping her ass, and her pussy making fart noises as his rapid thrusts became faster and harder!! OOOOOMMMMGOOOOOD! I'm coming she yelled!! FUCK I don't think my body can take it!! SC just fucked her harder and harder..until Autumn went stiff beneath him! The orgasm was so intense she could not utter a sound! She was cumming again and her pussy walls was sucking unto his dick, this was the longest she had ever CUMMM and it was not stopping. Her pussy was squeezing his dick and she could feel him throbbing inside her about to CUM himself. He suddenly threw back his head and the guttural moan seemed to have been torn from him! She started CUMMing again as she felt his dick unload in her pussy! She finally felt him go semi-soft and slip out of her pussy! But she was still cumming, so much so it was an intense type of pain. Her pussy was squirting juices and it wouldn't stop! OMG she thought as she passed out! (another weird thought how can she pass out it her own dream?) Again in twilight, that place between being asleep and being awake. She heard SC say ' I hope I brought you back your Christmas cheer'. If I didn't I'll be back tomorrow, it is Christmas day! She felt a kiss on her nose and her him say Merry Christmas my dear. Autumn woke up several hours later, feeling sore but so relaxed! She opened her eyes and looked around. The fireplace was dead. Her towel was across the room, her wine glass was turned over, her pussy was sore and felt like cum was running out and her nipples were definitely tender. She got up and ran to the bathroom, scared out of her mind! She had finger marks around her hips and her throat felt a little sore. She ran around her apartment but all the doors and windows were still locked! WTF she thought dreams didn't leave marks! Dreams didn't hurt. Then she heard them again! The sleigh bells! She ran to her living room, and on the rug in front of the fireplace was the santa hat! She picked it up, all back leather with a touch of red. Beneath it was a little card with a logo that simple said. I hope I brought back your Christmas cheer, if not we can always continue this tomorrow. But for now Autumn, Merry Christmas!