****** The Great Bed at the North Pole by Andy D S ******
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The Great Bed at the North Pole


Laura Aase did not know what to do.

She was a tease and proud of it with her bouncy, rarely perturbed, tits and
cunt. She had flirted outrageously with Bob at the Xmas party at the Royal
Plaza in Orlando until midnight and then had left him at her apartment door
with a fleeting kiss on the cheek and a lingering look down her amply extended
bodice. She knew power then. Bob was handsome and seven years her senior.
Probably too old to ever fuck but quite satisfactory for presents and support.
Bob would buy her fancy expensive clothes for months in the hope of taking them
off her.

What had gone wrong? Her mind was all dizzy. Weird thoughts danced and
cavorted.

After Bob had departed she had dumped her clothes, checked her makeup and put
on a powder blue spaghetti strap nightie. It clung to her tits and then dropped
straight to her navel where a matching bikini panty began. Her dark auburn hair
fell to the middle of her back, unbound and free. Still tipsy she had collapsed
into her four-poster bed, cuddling into her blankets except for her left foot
that dangled out in sensual invitation. A thin gold chain circled the ankle.

Next thing she knew she was on her belly with a laughing fat madman sitting on
her ass binding her hands. In no time she felt her panties being ripped free
and offered to her thrilled wet lips. She had tried to shout out but her
panties filled her mouth and her rapist stuck several fingers in past her teeth
pushing her panties into the back of her chaste hot throat. A strip of her hot
pink bed sheet was fitted between her clenched teeth and pulled taut behind her
head. Grunting helplessly she collapsed into her pillow weeping rapturously as
her Xmas rapist finished with her elbows making her breasts stick up nicely and
pushing her frail nightie to the limits. Turning up her face for the first
time, she could only see a huge shadow bending over her with large hands
darting quickly over her prone form. The darkness hid her attacker. It was a
terrifying and exciting situation. His hands freely roamed her body making her
tingle, spasm and jerk about especially when her nipples and cunt were stroked
and pinched. What had gone wrong? Still she flirted with the large man.

Her legs were widespread to each bottom poster of her own bed leaving her open
and available. Her long hair was looped and yanked to the top of her own bed.

"Ooouch!" she complained though it sounded soft and muted and more so like:
"Ooocchhh!"

She was left pulled firm and taut. Moving her head rewarded her with sharp
pain. At least her legs were only strained to be so wide. That pain would take
awhile to build properly. Cupping her pear shaped tits, he coaxed them from her
nightie, licked and played. She struggled and squirmed which only increased her
entertainment value as a tease and flirt. The immense bulk of the man settled
over her and began pumping and chuckling.

She was filled in a single exceptionally cramming shove: "Ohh!"

To which he responded, "Hohoho!"

He continued to wrestle joyfully for several minutes with her exquisite body.
She continued to resist vainly and was covered by his massive weight for her
efforts. He finished into her whimpering flesh, wiped his dick across her
thighs and left to do other things as she chilled from her sexual joust. No
matter how she struggled her bonds remained in place and her mouth remained
cluttered with panties. Her thighs ached from their forced separation. She knew
she had been partially domesticated and more lessons were upcoming whether she
liked it or not.

He returned to find her still showing off. He petted her curves making her cry
quietly in frustrated desire before he rearranged her limbs into a crossed
ankle hogtie with accompanying upper torso rope bra and rope panty. Her damned
long hair was pulled back making her look straight ahead. A double loop snared
her hair and connected it to her ankles with her wrists and cunt. It was
uncomfortable but made a poignant point of her helplessness. Her remaining
clothing laid in a blue puff around her waist. Next she was stuffed into his
black bag. Blackness surrounded her leaving her to fantasize and react by
herself to the strain on her arms, back and jaws. It had been a long time in
the bag. Occasionally, it was opened and she could see a red-sleeved hand
reaching in to grab a wrapped present or to add a writhing comely female in
bonds and gags. She shuddered, unable to sleep, aroused and denied. Christmas
Eve was supposed to be fun with the promise of gifts in the morning and happy
whoops and hoots. Instead she seemed ready to be a present for someone! What a
sad state of affairs!! And her back!! Pulled into a crude cup shape forcing her
tits and flat belly to inflate outwards. Curse her hair for holding her
configuration and not letting her relax for second. Her scalp crawled with the
strain!

After hours, days, weeks of ill treatment and unrelenting shelter from the ills
of liberty and feeble female stupidity, a hand grasped her ass, groping her
plump bottom to her excitement and personal enthusiasm until he seized her
crossed wrists and snatched her up. "Eearghh!" She argued senselessly as she
was pulled out of the clinging sack ass first. There she was united with
several other girls equally bound in various hogties and balls in a row.

With her head held up and back she was able to view the others a little as
compared, for example, to a cute thin blonde in a pink negligee peering between
her clamped thighs or a charming Negress in a white slip weeping into the floor
on her belly with her feet pinned side by side and touching her blue
fingernails. The room was well lit but of their owner she could only observe
his hairy bare legs prowling about his prizes. What appeared to be a bright red
bedspread was in front of her. What better place for a captured slut than a
bed?

Another slut was dropped by her side. Her eyes captured the comely competition
dressed in a black negligee and a prim hogtie that kept her knees pinned much
to her dismay. What a horrible evening! A hand reached behind Laura and brushed
the sensitive flesh between her ass and cunt. To her astonishment she was
delighted! She could not do anything except wiggle her cunt against the floor.

"Nice and hot for Santa!"

Santa! He was a myth! What sort of crazy collected girl sex toys with that
line! Still he had the upper hand and he knew how stimulated she really was.
More than she was aware of too. "Hmmm!" She cajoled. The adjacent blonde moaned
until Santa slapped her rump affectionately to calm her. He pinched the Black
who fidgeted happily under his guidance. "Ooohh!"

He left them to grab another damsel from his bag that seemed so small but had
held all of them easily and a lot more.

Laura began to believe in Santa. She had been a bad girl this year. A very bad
girl. She remembered Bob just from early this Eve. And he was not exceptional.
Not at all. It did appear that she was to be punished and severely. Strangely
she welcomed Santa, or whoever he was. Already she had fucked against her will.
What else could possibly happen to astonish or shame her? Yes, she believed.
Lord, did she believe in Santa!

Now the readied sluts were lifted and placed on an immense and soft bed with
fluffy white pillows. The distant walls had idyllic scenes of nymphs and satyrs
frolicking in a pastoral setting. The bedstead was not a double or a triple but
large enough for a reindeer team and a football team to romp around.

As Santa settled in amongst his personal annual favorites, she could see he was
nude. Scraggly white hair covered his immense chest and jolly belly. His beard
was as long as her own hair and white as snow. A snow fuzz graced his genitals
from which a mighty pole rose for the sluts to admire and nose gasp at. As
Laura saw it for the first time, she wondered how it had ever fitted inside
her. She had been well stuffed but the sight she beheld made her heart pitter-
patter with trepidation. There was no fair way to measure it except as it
approached her lips. She guessed it a minimum of ten inches in length and
probably fifteen. And the thickness would choke her she was sure.

Santa relaxed on his back as he progressed in aligning his zealous and thrilled
nymphs. They eyed each other with greed, not wishing to share. Laura was the
same to her shame. Half of the girls' cheeks blushed nicely as they realized
their feelings and ultimate common utilization. Everybody's breasts were
inflamed with a reddish color.

Laura and four other struggling strumpets crowded around the enormous Santa
cock. They remained in their strict hogties. Panties and gags no longer plugged
mouths thus liberating anxious red tongues that licked at thighs, balls and
cock. Laura was lucky along with the thin blonde to be put at the cock head
with their soft but firm boobs resting on the side of his ponderous belly. Her
hair had finally been released from her ankles. She sobbed in gratitude and
sucked at the cock's head trying to down it in a single gulp. The blonde hissed
until Santa pushed her head away to glide further down his shaft. With less
competition Laura launched herself and jammed her face as far down as she
could. After three or full deep sucks she found her throat accepting the full
measure of Santa's prick with the strong assistance of his great hand on her
slender neck and itchy scalp. Her nose encountered his pubic hair, which
mingled with her own auburn tresses.

Her breasts fluttered frantically as she near fainted at what she had done. Two
brunets straddled the thick thighs and slurped and suckled his balls and upper
thighs.

Occasionally they grazed upwards hopefully and lapped at the base of his cock
trying to swallow more. The remains of a pink nightie with flowers and vines
circled one waist. The other wore a black nightgown. The Negress gratefully
accepted center stage and commanded the long underside of his cock and nuzzled
Laura and the bosomy blonde away when she could. When she did succeed the two
girls found her shoving her head down most of the full length and leaving them
kissing her cheeks and throat as a meager substitute blowjob.

Two other squirmy bitches lay on flat bellies at his sides with deeply curved
backs nipping at Santa's nipples with ruby lips. One was a moody Eurasian with
lustrous shiny black hair cascading to her derriere. Laura had seen her hair
knot and knew she had cursed her vanity as she had. Even more so since she
still had knotted knees and a short leash from her neck. She had been caught
looking half down and half up while in her ride sack. The other whore across
from her possessed far shorter bright red curls. Her tits were smallish but her
skin was crystal clear and pale to an extreme degree.

Two more nubile maids (A brunette with curls past her shoulders and a blonde
with pointy tits) completed Santa's frantic bed adventure team. Full bodied and
bouncy jugs splayed out of their negligees. Sitting on their tied and crossed
ankles, they bent forward as much as their hogtie would allow. Santa helped of
course with a hand on the back of each neck from time to time. They kept their
mouths closed and whined as their tits were tickled and sucked. They appeared
to be teenagers. What evil things they had done can only be imagined but high
schools can be wicked in the ways of growing girls. Laura certainly knew from
her own experience. She only wished she had been taught a lesson when she was
younger too. With denial for their mouths they peered sadly at the great pole.
The Santa touched their shoulders and lowered their boobs to his mouth. His
tongue meandered over all four nipples. The young sluts jerked and fussed.
Timidly they complained but remained focused on their tasks. Everyone shared
access to Santa's hands. They wandered everywhere but especially lingered
squeezing spicy bare asses and the itchy spot under the cunt. When his hand
rested on the back of Laura's head she rekindled her exhausted tongue and
sucked down far lower on his dick. His hand guided and corrected her mouth
actions as well as the others.

With the blonde licking her throat and the Negress busy trying to kiss her lips
and the junction with the cock, Laura gulped low to the root of Santa's cock.
As she slid up and down with Santa in control of her head, she marveled. The
great length required her to wheeze and pant. Her tits danced hysterically
under her. Her arms and legs were secured behind her and were no help nor
offered any stupid resistance. She had no choice but to squirm and writhe with
her knees and belly. She had thought she would choke but once it was in she was
fine but really stuffed and full. It pulsed warmth well into her upper chest
and even tingled her lungs and breast from inside her. When it erupted she
trembled in her own orgasm combined with the strangling effect of a load of
sperm. She swallowed some desperately. Santa kept her face jammed down far
enough for her breath to caress his balls. A smattering of white cum sputtered
out her nostrils to glisten on the balls and stain her face. The Black slut
licked every white drop tenderly and frantically. Completed, he let her
withdraw. As it popped free she spent several seconds kissing the engorged
purplish tip before the blonde put her mouth on hers and sucked her tongue.
Taking advantage the black girl swallowed the prick. Santa clamped a hand on
her head and she began her trip down the pole. Laura and the blonde commenced
their assistance. Laura on her lips and the blonde on her cheeks and throat.

The black girl had difficulty losing her throat virginity. Few women had had
the experience and orgasmic satisfaction of being so totally crammed. The black
slut gagged a number of times but Santa allowed no failures and wanted her
complete defilement. Finally it was buried in her heaving body. Laura licked
away at her lips and the cock root. The blonde caressed her throat feeling the
hotness inside with her tongue through the slut's fragile dark flesh. Then the
true face humping began ending with a giant release spewing forth white sperm
from her flared nostrils. She rested, body palpitating and swelling, with the
cock buried in her mouth and throat. Reluctantly she let it go, kissing and
licking.

It was the blonde's turn to be deflowered. Laura caressed her cheeks and throat
with her lips with the black girl busy with the blonde's lips and Santa cock
junction. She was a groaner as the dick rammed down her. She put up a stiff
resistance but her virginity was shattered as she sunk down, impaling herself
until her full tits bobbled and shook with her heavy breathing. Being face
humped is no easy task. But the blonde sighed and let Santa move her head up
and down until he was done. The thigh sluts wanted a piece of the action, not
content with rubbing themselves on his thighs and licking the occasional ball.
The brunette on the left succeeded first and pushed herself over the cock. The
black girl was pushed out with Laura and the blonde not giving in an inch.
Santa supervised using his knee to help lift her up and in while closing his
thighs until the black slut was slid out. Then he kicked her on her side where
she trembled and then flopped over to lick at his toes and embark on a climb up
his leg. The brunet had been Laura's adjoining partner in line and had a thin
black negligee around her middle. She had long muscular limbs and an equally
firm and flat body except for her jugs. She whimpered as she worked with her
tongue up from the base of Santa's cock.

Even though Laura and the blonde were closer, Santa preferred to debase a new
girl. So Laura and the blonde nibbled at the hot head, but it was the brunet
who clamored up finally and sucked it in. Laura and the blonde kissed and
sucked at her lips, ears, eyes and nose, coaxing and coercing. She sucked it
down but failed to eat more than a few inches before the barrier of the back of
her throat stopped her progress. Santa grasped her head and patiently taught,
banging and pumping. The brunet slut tried to arch her neck to accept more,
snaking around her wondrous body. Her tits rubbed the hard length and added to
Santa's enthusiasm.

Now impatient, he struck the back of her brown scalp hard and repeatedly. She
struggled equally hard to eat cock. Her girlfriends giggled at her frustration
and silly resistance.

Suddenly she was impaled! An additional six inches sank in. She sighed and
whined in protest, wiggling to be let off. Santa insisted and kept a steady
pressure on the back of her head. Another reluctant inch crept down her throat.
She cried and sobbed. Her girlfriends chuckled and caressed her wet eyes and
rubbed their tongues at the point where her throat met chest, which was where
the cock rested and throbbed.

With a sharp nasal screech the brunet gave up and the pole consummated its
descent with her nose in Santa's crotch where Laura kissed it. She was not
allowed up for several seconds. Then it all came out to the last inch. It
dripped over her lips with the blonde kissing her and the cock alternately.

Than Santa plunged it all back in to the last inch. "Urmmphh!" Once more the
ancient rhythm of being face fucked commenced. Santa achieved his goal filling
her throat and belly with hot white sperm until some trickled out of her nose
and mouth. She gasped, winded and exhausted, with her throat stuffed, not
wanting Santa to let her up.

Laura seized the next chance before Santa could decide and ate the first nine
inches without assistance. Acceding to her desire, Santa patted her head and
assisted her screwing. It was different than the first time. Her throat was
stretched and more accommodating. She enjoyed the deep and fast descent and the
torturous prolonged resting her nose in his crotch where the brunet licked her
weeping eyes and Santa's great balls. Quickly she was pumped.

Santa removed her weary but lusty mouth from his cock just before he erupted,
splattering Laura and the blonde with milky excretions. Some escaped spurting
to the whores crouched over his mouth and nipples. The sluts began tonguing up
the excess all about.

While they were gainfully occupied, the last brunet, with pear shaped breasts,
was persuaded to try for the big cock. She succumbed to the lure and slurped
the still purple head into the depths of her face orifice. She, like the
others, was naïve and new, she accepted the honor but needed the kind help of
Santa's hand. She gulped convulsively and found eight inches in her. She
twisted and tumbled in horror and surprise but found only the condolence of
another two inches finding her throat. Laura sucked away her tears and coaxed
gently at her lips for her to swallow more. She groaned: "Hmmm! Eeaargh!"

Santa swatted the back of her brown head and insisted on her violation. She
whined and slowly let her mouth find the cock root. Santa became angry at her
laziness and pulled her hair back making her let go of his dick only to plunge
her down, down, down. She humped at his command while her fellow sluts sucked
and kissed her and the cock. Weeping hysterically she ended, as did all, at his
crotch with an enormous orgasm ripping into her belly. Sperm leaked everywhere.

Santa rubbed her dark lustrous hair, enjoying the sensation of her breathing on
his captured cock and her deep inner warmth. "Hohoho! What a glorious way to
relax after a long night's toil!"

His sluts agreed more silently with hmmphs, ahhhs and assorted whimpered
protests. Santa's mouth closed on a blonde's lowered tit. She gasped through
her gag and painfully kept her back bowed in respect and for his easier access.

The brunet let go, collapsing to the side from her rigorous yet brief face
training exercise. The blonde moved to down the loose, stiff prick and worked
her way hurriedly down. Santa pressed her head quickly down, not allowing pity
or patience this time.

Laura worried vaguely when this bed adventure would end. Santa's prick was
fabulous and never failed to harden. Truly he was supernatural. What miraculous
mechanism allowed his abilities, she did not know (Nor comprehend). What a
wonderful night! She worked hard at pleasing him, assisting the others in their
face jamming.

She lost count of her orgasms or Santa's. She spent so much time buried in his
crotch that she felt upset without his hand on her ass or head.

Swooning with her throat full and ready to burst, she later awoke in blackness.
Once more gagged with panties and still in a demanding hogtie. Her thighs ached
as did her stretched arms. Her throat felt oddly empty. She slept.

The sun had barely risen. Her alarm clock showed 6:47 AM. The sun's first rays
touched her satiated face. Instantly she was alert and wary, still enjoying the
great bed at the North Pole in her mind. Her back bothered her, as did her
wrists and ankles. Examining them closely she found faint red marks as if she
had been tied.

Her panties were soaked but still on her ass and covering her vagina. She felt
her scalp and found it messy but no worse than a normal sleep. Even her
negligee covered all the right places.

She jumped up and ran to the bathroom mirror. In it her eyes were reflected as
a mess and her lips in urgent need of a touch up. White sperm spotted her
cheeks, nose, throat and hair. Automatically she cleaned her face and hair,
combed her unruly hairdo, corrected her mascara and rouged her cheeks as well
as did other toiletries. An oversize Santa cap graced her head too.

What had happened? She remembered but dreamily. The memories faded as she
pondered. What had happened! Rushing back to her bedroom, she examined her
bedsheets. Tell tale sperm stains remained from her first Santa flirtation. The
bottom bedsheet had been yanked off the mattress in his fun.

Running through her apartment, she discovered nothing further amiss but there
were several Christmas presents on her kitchen table. Where had they come from?

An envelope was on top addressed to her. She opened it and noticed a curious
red cursive: Here within the boxes is something for you to see. Be not upset
when you find no key to see. Who do you think should have the key? What he
should that be? Santa

PS: It is better than seeing a green leash between your knees. The note
disintegrated into a sparkling white powder that swirled and blew away to
nothingness. She snatched the gaily-wrapped boxes and ripped them open.
Handcuffs. Ropes. A head harness and gag with a padlock behind. And a 3 by 5
photo. It showed five sluts yammering with open mouths around the great cock
pole. One of them was she. It was autographed with Santa. Quietly she scratched
her clitoris that was hard and stiff. She stepped out of her panties and filled
her mouth with them. It was where they belonged. She took the handcuffs and
walked leisurely to her Princess Phone. It was only about 730. She dialed as
she removed her panties reluctantly. It might be the last time for a long time
when she would be allowed to talk. For that hope she was willing to let her
mouth be free.

The phone rang distantly and a sleepy male voice answered: "Hello?"

"Bob?"

"Laura?"

"I forgot to tell you that I-I have a present for you."

"You do-what time is it?"

"Please come over and pick it up, now. I am so anxious to see you. I...well you
will see. Please come. Oh, look for a red box with Santa's face on it at your
place. Bring it. You will understand when you get here and open the box. Hurry!
Oh, I have to go-" She slammed the phone down and then stuffed her panties back
into her yearning mouth. She could not stop herself. She needed the comfort of
chewing on her panties and imagining the strength of a master stripping her and
jamming them between her white teeth.

The phone commenced to ring but she ignored it. She fitted the new ball into
her mouth, her teeth bit juicily into the hard blue rubber. Her jaw began to
hurt which was fine for later when she would be gaping wide contemplating being
cock stuffed. She timidly twisted the lock shut behind her head. She then
scampered barefoot to her front door, which she unlocked. She carried ropes and
cuffs with her for use where she would grovel with ankles crossed and roped.

She looped a rope around her trim belly which she found curiously stained with
more white sperm as were her thighs and tits. It had been a busy night indeed.
She trembled and pulled a rope through her crotch and up to the doorknob. She
was kneeling and had to lift her rump slightly to reduce the strain on her
vagina. Working quickly, she snapped the cuffs, already enwrapped with her
belly rope, on her wrists. Of course they were behind her and out of the way.

The die had been cast. Sooner or later someone would come. She would stay tied
for the rest of her life as a sex slave. Whoever it was she would beg for his
cock and to be face fucked. Her thighs already suffered from the strain of
being kept open and would do far worse to her as the minutes blended into
hours.

She settled to wait for her master, Bob. The Great Bed at the North Pole was a
once in a lifetime experience. It could never be equaled. She would settle for
Bob if he would have her and how could he resist a negligee prize, gagged and
bound. Pitifully she knelt on her knees with her crotch attached to the
doorknob for when he entered. She would shuffle back and to the side to let him
in. She wondered how she would be first raped. Mouth or vagina? With her throat
broken and tame, she hoped to be mouth screwed with her nose buried in his
crotch. So glorious to have a man's hand on the back of your head!

She practiced looking down between her thighs. It was subtly humble and
appropriate. Still a little vain, she spread her knees a bit more. Bob would
train her well, teach her to be face fucked and tied. And, of course, to be
quiet and submissive.

It had been a wonderful night. It was great to be a Christmas present!

She wished he would hurry. Her tits needed to be fondled.

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