Santa Baby

[Guest]

(OOC) Here's to a great Christmas season for all.......

Graybread and I are going to have some fun. Hope you enjoy.

(IC)

Annie looked at the clock. He was an hour late – she had to face it, he wasn’t going to show. She stood up and started to clear away the ruined meal she’d spent all day preparing. In the shiny ‘fridge door she caught sight of her reflection.

He’d told her he wanted to see her in.- ”matching red bra, garter belt, panties and nylons, with red heels. Maybe a little Santa hat on. You know the look?” and there she was – the picture of sexy Christmas cheer.

“Ha!” she said aloud.” I’ve got nothing to be cheerful about. Stood up on Christmas Night.” Still, she admired her image, long legs in silky hose, her pert breasts pushed up even more by the sexy, red half-cup bra. The flimsy red nylon panties did nothing to hide her freshly shaved pussy.

As she finished loading the dishwasher she decided her only salvation was a long hot shower and an equally long session with her favourite vibrator. First she’d get a little drunk. She settled on the sofa, a bottle of wine in one hand and a glass in the other.

She poured the first glass and held the glass out to a photo of a handsome young man in full dress uniform of the U.S Marines. “Cheers, sweetie. Your loss.” And she downed the wine in one go, pouring another right away.

The tears that started to collect in her eyes reflected the dozens of sparkling lights on the little Christmas tree. She dashed the tears away impatiently and took another sip of wine. She felt it settle – warm and comforting – in her stomach.

The gifts she and Kevin had bought one another were stacked in a colourful pile under the tree. She leaned over and picked one out. “To my Angel, heres to a great year together.” The label read. She tossed it aside unopened– yeah, a great year!

Where could he be? He [Icould[/I] have phoned if something had happened, they’d been on alert since the business in Iraq had begun. She finished the second glass and poured a third. She was definitely feeling better.

She was also getting drowsy. She let her head, still in the perky little Santa hat, fall back and stretched her long legs out on the sofa. Setting her glass down, she let her hand trace the split of her pussy lips through the thin fabric of her panties. She open her legs slightly to allow her fingers easier access.

In the silence she thought she heard bells – sleigh bells. She shook her head and closed her eyes once more; concentrating on the pleasant feeling her fingers gave.

 

[Graybread]

Santa

“On Ajax, on Blunder, on Blitzagain, on….shithead and…stupid,” Santa yelled, taking another sip from the flask. “Hurry all now, to the top of the walls, hurry up damnit ‘for I cut off your balls.”

Santa reached down and turned the volume up on the radio, his favorite tune was playing.

“Santa Baby,
Just slip a sable under the tree,
For me,
Been an awful good girl,
Santa Baby, so hurry down the chimney tonight.”

He mumbled along with the song, slapping the reins atop the scrawny reindeer’s butts.

“How awful have you been,” he asked the song, wiggling his eyebrows.

“Santa baby, a '54 convertible too,
Light blue,
I'll wait up for you, dear,
Santa baby, so hurry down the chimney tonight.”

“Them vintage ragtops is hard to come by girlfriend,” he said as the sleigh knocked the TV antenna off a rooftop. “Oooo poor folk, no cable.”

“Santa Baby, I want a yacht and really, that’s not,
a lot,
Been an angel all year,
Santa Baby, so hurry down the chimney tonight.”

“Ha,” Santa chuckled, “ya don’t get no yacht by being no damn angel. Ya gotta work it girl.”

“Santa honey, one little thing I really need,
The deed,
To a platinum mine,
Santa Baby, so hurry down the chimney tonight.”

“Keep wishin Honey.”

“Santa cutie, and fill my stocking with a duplex,
And cheques,
Sign your 'x' on the line,
Santa cutie, and hurry down the chimney tonight.”

“Sorry cutie, the only thing I’m signing is a prenuptial. Damn woman running off with the Easter bunny. What the hell can a rabbit do that I can’t,” he said pondering the multitude of rabbits in the world.

“Come and trim my Christmas tree,
With some decorations bought at Tif-fa-ny,
I really do believe in you,
Let’s see if you believe in me.”

“Oh I believe, I believe.”

“Santa Baby, forgot to mention one little thing,
A ring,
I don't mean on the phone,
Santa Baby, so hurry down the chimney tonight,
Hurry down the chimney tonight.”

“Yeah, a ring…in my nose,” he laughed reining in the sleigh and lightly touching down on the rooftop.

He grabbed the bag of goodies out of the back and headed for the chimney.

“Thank God,” he said, “I hate sliding down those skinny assed vent pipes.

It still amazed him after all the years how he could get himself and a perpetual bag of goodies down the chimney. He climbed over the capstones and down he went, popping out the hearth.

And what to his bloodshot eyes should appear, but a sweet little lass decked out in red cheer, with her fingers a movin so lively and slick, he pondered the rise of his nine-inch dick.

“Ho…Ho…HO!” he laughed as he approached her. “Have you been a good little girl this year…or do you just want to be a good little girl tonight. Santa has a present for you,” he said grasping his crotch. “Would you like to see it?”

 

[Guest]

Annie Panic

One minute Annie was approaching a mind-blowing orgasm and the next thing here was this sooty old guy on her hearthrug. She lost her climax – of course, who wouldn’t – and sat up?

When the old dude grabbed his crotch lewdly and asked if she was good she started to get horny all over again. Knowing that there was a wanting cock in those red robes made her salivate like a hobo in the mission for Christmas Dinner.

“…..do you want……?”

“ O yes!” She growled sliding her long, silk-clad legs off the sofa. She patted the seat beside her and looked at the plump fellow from under her mascara-ed lashes. He was looking more and more attractive by the minute.

He dropped his nearly empty sack in favor of his full one and took three strides to her side. Annie reached out; eyes glued to the prominent red bulge before her, and unbuckled the heavy black belt. As the belt loosened the bulge grew and she got more moist than she thought possible.

She felt excited, unwrapping this enticing package. While she removed the belt and dragged down the baggy red pants the jolly fellow was “Ho-ho-ho-ing” above her. He ran his gloved hands over her bare shoulders making her shiver with anticipation.

“Sit here, Santa.” She said, indicating a comfy chair and she yanked down his pants and holly patterned boxers. A huge erect cock almost smacked her in the face and she licked her red lips.

 

[Graybread]

Santa Claws

“Oh my yes…uh huh…yes,” Santa huffed as his legs caught in his baggy pants, as he took a couple steps toward the chair. “Lets just see how good a little girl you can be.”

He plopped down in the big overstuffed chair, hooking his boot behind the heel of the other one and sliding it off. Then with his big bare toe, sticking out of the sock, flipped the second boot off. Kicking his pants off then his boxers, which landed in the Christmas tree.

“Tis the season to suck lolly,” he sang, stroking his hard cock, rising out of the bush of wiry grey pubic hair. “Santa has some plum pudding for good little girls,” he said squeezing his cock until the knob turned purple.

Annie slid off the couch and crawled toward him on hands and knees, her smile as sweet as candy cane. She climbed up his legs and kneeled between them, licking her lips ‘til they were coated like the ice on a window pane. Reaching around she unhooked her red lacey bra, letting it fall to the floor. Cupping her tits, she squeezed her nipples.

“Santa like my Christmas bells,” she said in a frosty voice.

“Oh my yes…uh huh…yes,” Santa replied sliding forward in the chair.

Annie leaned in and wrapped her tits around Santa cock, holding it tight in the cleavage, her nose bumping against his big bowl full of jelly belly. Santa let her massage his cock with her warm plump melons before laying a finger aside his nose and up to her mouth he rose. He parted her candy cane lips with his plum pudding dispenser, pushing as deep as he could.

“Oh my yes…uh huh…yes,” Santa panted, “I think it’s going to be a white Christmas…“Oh my yes…uh huh…yes,” he said as his cock began to slid in and out of her mouth.

And all through the house, not a creature was stirring ‘cept Annie’s sweet mouth, her stocking were snug on her long slender legs, while visions of orgasm danced in her head.

“Oh my yes…uh huh…yes,” Santa panted, thrusting up faster and faster.

Santa could feel the cum rising in his popcorn balls, churning and foaming like the whip cream on pumpkin pie. Suddenly he burst out into song:

“Santa Claws is cumming to town…. Oh my yes…uh huh…yes,” he grunted, grabbing the sides of Annie’s face and fucking into her mouth.

 

[Guest]

Annie Panic

Annie eyed the rather large cock…sizing it up. She had practised DT-ing an English cucumber but this – well this was a challenge. She grasped it and folded it in between her ample bosom. It was hot on her skin.

“On the first day of Christmas Annie gives to you - the best DT Santa ever had.” She murmured, lowering her full, red lips over the purple head.

Santa's cock tasted of candy cane, eggnog and mince pies all at once. She sucked greedily, noisily as Santa grabbed her head in encouragement.

Before long the tip end of his organ was buried deep in her throat. She hummed “Hark the herald angels” – making his whole reproductive system – cock, balls, prostate all vibrate.

Rising to grab air – Annie smiled at Santa, a string of saliva stretched from his shiny, wet cock to her smiling mouth. “More, Father Christmas?” She asked with a cheeky smile.

“You bet.” Santa growled, pushing her willing mouth over his cock again. This time Annie did some magical things with her tongue. She could tie a knot in the stalk of a maraschino cherry so it was a versatile tongue. Santa groaned into his beard raising his hips to get further into the wet warm mouth.

In her hands, Santa’s jingle balls churned and jiggled; Annie knew he’d blow soon. She increased the speed of her head nodding all the while sucking as hard as she could. Sho ‘nuff, Santa’s candy cane erupted into her throat with a Ho ho ho and she gulped down all the cum she could while he plunged in and out singing….”I’m dreaming of a white Christmas.”

“Well, l’il Annie.” Said Santa withdrawing from her pouty mouth. ”You’ve been a very good girl. What would you like Santa to bring you this year?”

With out a pause Annie said. ” …to orgasm.” and smiled at Santa.

 

[Graybread]

Santa Claws

“Oh my yes…uh huh…yes,” Santa said smiling at her. “I believe I can give you that. Come, sit on Santa’s lap.”

Annie started to sit on his lap facing him, but he stopped her.

“Oh no dearie, turn around, like the reindeer do…opps, I mean…Santa likes it from the backside.”

Annie turned around, stepping over his legs and began to settle on his huge Yuletide pole. Slowly she lowered her wet plum pudding down on him, gasping as it’s size filled her. She arched her back over his large belly as he grasped her soft marshmallow tits, pinching the hard cherry tips.

Annie leaned back against him, her head lying on his gray matted chest, her faced turned to him. Her hips working back and forth as she let his entire north pole enter her.

“Jolly old Saint Nicholas, lean your ear this way!
Don't you tell a single soul what I'm going to say:
Christmas Eve is coming soon; now, you dear old man,
Whisper what you'll bring to me; tell me if you can,” she said to him.

“Oh my yes…uh huh…yes,…well you just keep doing that and Santa will bring you off, ah…I mean bring you something special,” he panted fucking into her hard.

Annie’s butt slid across Santa’s legs as she fucked him, his hand reaching down to play with the little elf that peaked out from between the wet folds of her plum pudding.

“Oh, the weather outside is frightful, But this fire is so delightful, And since we've no place to go, Let us fuck, Let us fuck, Let us fuck,” he panted, feeling the cum stir in his Santa balls.

Faster and faster he fucked into her, his belly jiggling like a bowl full of jelly, his Graybeard tickling her neck as he left little bites marks all up and down it.

“Here comes Santa Claus! Here comes Santa Claus! Right down Annie’s sweet Lane,” he grunted as his cock spewed out a blizzard of white Santa cum. “Cum for Santa…Baby,” he grunted in her ear.

 

[Guest]

Annie Panic

As Annie bounced on Santa's sabre she sang

".....dashing through the snow in a one horse open sleigh. Santa and his cock are gonna make my day."

Santa had some magical moves that made her hit all the high notes. Her tits tingled as Kris Kringle nipped and tugged at them.
She leant back against his jelly-belly and put a finger on her holly berry, hard and sensitive.

As Santa's North pole pounded into her she flicked a finger over and around her clit. "O! Santa!" She cried out' "I'm coming. Fuck my like it's a Boxing Sale scrum." and he grasped her bouncing breasts to get a better grip.

The two of them were grunting and puffing as their mutual climaxes grew near. In the throws of one of the strongest orgasms he'd ever had, Santa bit Annie's neck, she gave a squeak of surprise and clamped on to his massive cock inide her.

"O! Annie - you're so good! I'll be back next year for sure with more stuffing for you."

"Thank you Santa." said Annie leaning back against his cushiony belly, her climax subsiding slowly. "This has been the best Christmas ever."

Santa gently lifted the talented Annie off his slowly deflating spear and straightened his clothes. "I hate to fuck 'n run but I double parked the sleigh so I better go." He kissed her one more time and was gone.

As the cloud of soot and slush settled the doorbell rang. Annie slipped a robe on and went to open it. There stood her soldier boy in full dress uniform with a huge bunch of flowers - a huge smile and an equally huge hard-on.

"Hi, Baby." he said kissing her. "You look good enough to eat." Her robe had fallen open and he saw her out fit.

"You're late." Anni said kissing him back. "No 'phone call - nothing. Why?"

"I'm sorry baby. We had to attend an official dinner unexpectedly. No way I could get to a phone. I came as soon as I could."

"That's ok - you're here now." she said with a smile. "I kept myself busy while I waited."

She grabbed his hand and they headed for the bedroom. Anni wanted a re-play of Santa's visit.




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