by Danielle Lux
“You do look tired,” she said to Aaliyah. “Maybe you should go upstairs and get some sleep.”
“Yes Mommy, thank you.”
And she ran upstairs.
“I don’t know what’s up with that girl this evening,” my wife said. “But she seems so well behaved. It’s like my daughter’s been replaced by an alien!”
“Maybe she’s just maturing at last,” I said, taking a bite of my steak.
“Well, I hope so,” my wife said. “I’m going to a conference next week, so you’ll be all alone with her. You think you’ll be able to handle that?”
“Don’t worry,” I said with a grin, “I think Aaliyah and I will get on just fine.”
THE END
Santa, Please Pull Out!
Sometimes it’s fun being Santa Claus, I thought to myself, as I blew my load over two of my elves.
They both had their tiny mouths open, but most of my cum went on their faces and their little red hats.
Pixie, the smallest elf, got a dollop of my semen in her eye as well, and ran off to the bathroom to rinse it out.
“You cum so much, Santa!” said Tinker, the other elf, as she scooped my man muck off her cheeks and into her mouth.
Tinker and Pixie were twenty and nineteen respectively, but like all elves they were half the size of humans. Each of my balls was almost the size of one of their heads, so when I came I always covered them completely with my huge loads.
Tinker got up and waddled off to clean herself. I’d given her pussy a proper pounding today, and from the way she was walking like a cowboy, I could tell she was still feeling it. I’ve got a big dick for a human, so the elves really struggle to take it.
Tinker and Pixie both have elf husbands, but they know better than to complain that I’m fucking their wives. In the North Pole my word is law.
“Nicholas!!”
My heart went cold: I’d know that horrible shrieking voice anywhere—it was the wife.
You see, when I say that my word is law, that’s excluding my wife. Mrs Claus is not a woman to be messed with.
I quickly zipped up my pants.
“Coming dear.”
When I got down to the factory floor, Mrs Claus was busy ordering the elves about.
“Don’t put that there, you stupid girl!” She yelled at one of the younger elves, who instantly dropped the toy she was carrying and ran off crying.
“Nicholas,” she said when she spotted me, “have you got the naughty and nice list sorted? It’s Christmas Eve tomorrow.”
“I’m well aware of that, dear,” I said. “It’s all been done.”
Mrs Claus spent the rest of the day ordering me and the elves about, checking we were ready for the big night. The joke was, we’d been ready for months—all we had to do was finish a few final preparations—but every year my wife has to make a big show of checking we’ve done everything, to make her feel important.
In bed that night, she wriggled up to me under the covers and started to play with my crotch.
“Niiick…” she purred, in what I assume she thought was a sexy voice, “I want my present early.” She gave my balls a squeeze. “My BIG present.”
After fucking two tight little elf cunts earlier in the day, the thought of fucking my wife’s loose, middle-aged pussy didn’t fill me with Christmas cheer, but I did my husband’s duty anyway: fucking her until she had a mighty orgasm then fell asleep.
I didn’t manage to cum, but I reassured myself that I’d find time to fuck one of the elves tomorrow. Maybe the little one my wife made cry. She was cute as a button, and, as far as I knew, she was still a virgin.
However, when Christmas Eve came, I was far too busy to fuck. By the time we loaded up the sleigh with presents I had a full sack that desperately needed emptying, and was in a fowl mood.
“Remember to mind for airplanes,” Mrs Claus said, as the elves and I made our final preparations for takeoff. “And drones. There’s a lot of drones about these days.”
“Yes dear.”
We finished preparing the sleigh, then it was time for me to be off. The elves and my wife waved me off as the reindeer pulled my sleigh into the sky (Tinker and Pixie both gave me naughty winks, which didn’t help with my raging erection and full balls).
And then I was off, flying into the sky alone with the reindeer. As usual, it was a long night—delivering presents to every child in the world (and coal to the bad ones) is no easy task. But, as my wife always reminds me, I only have to work one day a year—so I shouldn’t complain too much.
I still hadn’t managed to cum, and my thoughts kept turning to the elves. I should have brought the little virgin elf with me. I could have easily have flown the sleigh as she rode my fat cock and sucked me off. It would have made for a far less boring trip, but there was no way I could have justified bringing her to my wife. As annoying as she is, Mrs Claus isn’t stupid. She’s never caught me screwing the elves, but I know she has her suspicions.
Things proceeded much like they usually do—I land the sleigh on a roof, bring the presents down the chimney, then move to the next roof—until I landed on a roof of a house in a little town in America. It was then that things started to get interesting.
I clambered down the chimney with my sack as usual, then started putting the presents under the tree. According to my list there was one good little boy in this house and one naughty little girl.
“Have you got a present for me?”
I looked up to see a teenage girl watching me. She was short, but had—I couldn’t help but notice—big breasts that barely fit into her little pajama crop top. She was wearing a small pair of pajama hot pants too, which showed off her amazing legs, and her hair was tied up in two cute little pigtails.
“Ho Ho Ho, hello little girl,” I said.
“Never mind ‘Ho Ho Ho’,” she said, “What have you brought me? And I’m not a little girl, I’m eighteen.”
She squatted down beside me, giving me a great view of her fantastic ass as she rummaged through the presents under the tree. I felt my cock stir. God she was hot. It had been a long time since I’d fucked a non-elf other than my wife, and I was thinking very un-Christmassy thoughts about this sexy little brat.
“These are all for my brother,” she said, “where are mine?”
“Ho Ho Ho,” I said again. “What’s your name, little girl?”
“I told you, I’m not a little girl! It’s Amy.”
“Amy, what a lovely name.”
I always lay it on a bit thick with that Santa-talk, on the rare occasion I speak to a member of the public. It was just a habit I’d got into, but I was well aware that it made me sound like a bit of an idiot.
I looked down my list and found Amy’s name. She’d certainly been a bad girl this year. The many misdemeanors the elves had written below her name included:
Giving oral pleasure to her best friend’s boyfriend.
Intercourse with three married men.
Stealing from her mother’s purse.
Intercourse with her mother’s boyfriend.
Yep, she was definitely due a lump of coal this year.
“I’m afraid you’ve been a very naughty girl this year,” I told her. “Only good boys and girls get presents.”
“You fat fuck,” she snarled. “Give me a present!”
She strode across the room, and suddenly her hand was cupping my crotch.
“Please, Santa,” she purred. “I’ll show you that I can be a good little girl.”
Instantly I grew hard. God damn I wanted to fuck this little slut. And why shouldn’t I? She was over eighteen and my wife was all the way in the North Pole. Who would ever know?
“Down on your knees, little girl,” I told her. She gave me a big grin and did as she was told.
She unbuttoned my pants, reached a little hand inside my fly and suddenly her face lit up.
“Santa, what have you got hiding in here?”
With some difficulty she pulled my hard cock out of my fly.<
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“It’s so big!” she gasped, staring at it in wonder.
I’m always getting compliments on my cock from the elves and my wife, so it was nice to hear it from someone else from a change: and especially from this smiling hot little teenager with amazing cleavage.
She took the head of my cock in her mouth, sucking on my fat glans like a candy cane. Fuck it felt good, her tiny eighteen-year-old mouth nibbling and licking and sucking.
She moved down my shaft, licking down the length until she reached my balls.
“Looks like your sack is full, Santa,” she grinned. “But don’t worry, I’ll help you empty it.”
Suddenly she slurped one of my hairy eggs into her mouth, sucking on it so hard I was half-afraid she’d rip it off.
“Oh fuck,” I groaned, running my hand through her long blonde hair.
“Santa!” she said, in mock outrage. “Language!”
“Shut your slut mouth and keep sucking my balls,” I ordered, pushing her head back towards my crotch.
She took the other ball into her mouth now, sucking on it hard, then used her hand to push the other ball towards her lips as well. With some difficulty she just about managed to get both my cum-filled plums inside her mouth. Her cheeks were bulging like a hamsters. She looked up at me with big wide eyes, and it was all I could do not to blow my load there and then.
Just when I thought I wouldn’t be able to take it anymore, she pulled her mouth off my sack with a delicious slurping sound.
“Did you like that, Santa?” she asked, in the cutest little-girl voice. With her big innocent eyes and cute little face, I would have sworn she was an angel—if I hadn’t already read her report on the naughty list.
Next she moved her mouth up and started fucking her own throat with my cock, dunking her head up and down as she gagged on my length.
Suddenly she pushed her head as far down as it could go, cramming as much of my cock down as her throat as she could. Her eyes were watering and her face was glowing red from the struggle.
Amazingly, Amy nearly managed to deepthroat me: she barely had two inches to go when she stopped. It felt glorious having so much of my dick inside a throat. My wife is shit at giving head—she can barely take five inches of me in her mouth—and the elves are so small that if they deepthroated me my cock would be in their stomachs. Plus, their mouths are tiny, so they can barely fit around my girth. It’s not uncommon to see female elves in my workshop walking around with band-aids on the side of their lips.
Amy had taken more of my dick in her throat than any woman had in hundreds of years (yes, I’m very old—that’s the magic of Christmas for you), but I still wasn’t satisfied. She’d got this far, and I was going to help her get the rest of the way.
I grabbed her pigtails, one in each of my red-gloved hands, and dragged her head down. She started panicking and struggling as I pushed her head down; her cries of protest muffled by the big dick in her mouth.
“Mmmm mmmm!!!” she yelled in panic. “Mmmmmm!!!!”
“Santa can’t understand you, dear,” I told her. “It’s rude to speak with your mouth full.”
There was only an inch to go now, and she was really struggling: gagging and spluttering so much that thick globs of saliva were flowing from her mouth down my shaft, nestling in my pubic hair.
“Almost there,” I said, as I gave her pigtails a mighty yank downwards. “That’s a good girl.”
“Mmmmmm!!!!!!!”
I gave another hard pull on her ponytails, and finally the last of my shaft disappeared into her mouth. She looked up at me with big wide eyes, tears dripping down her cheeks. Her lips were hidden behind my white pubic hair, some of which had gone up her nose.
I held her there for a few seconds, savoring the feeling of finally being deepthroated.
“Ho Ho Ho…” I gasped happily. Then I let go of Amy’s pigtails.
She immediately brought her head up, my long dick sliding out of her mouth in a splatter of saliva and precum.
“You fucker,” she gasped, getting her breath back. “You big dick fucker.”
“Good girl,” I said. “Now, if you want to get off the naughty list there’s one more thing you have to do for Santa.”
Amy looked in fear at my big hard cock. The cock that had almost choked her.
“I’ll let you cum anywhere,” she said, “even in my hair. But I don’t think I can take you in my pussy—you’re just too big.”
She reached two tiny hands up and started jacking my cock.
“You want to cum for me, Santa? I’ll show you what a good little girl I am.”
If she thought she was winning me over that easily, she had another thing coming. I had big sack that needed emptying, and there was no way I was going to settle for just a blowjob. No, if this little slut wanted to make my good list, she was going to have to work harder than that.
I pulled Amy to her feet.
“Santa?”
I kissed her, sliding my tongue into her mouth. She was surprised at first, but was soon kissing me back. One of her hands reached down and started playing with my cock.
I pulled away from the kiss.
“Take your clothes off,” I told her.
“Santa, come on—I’ve sucked your dick already, isn’t that enough?”
“Not if you want to get off my naughty list. You’ve been a very bad girl this year.”
“Please Santa, I’ll blow you again. I just can’t fuck you—you’re too big. You’ll destroy my pussy!”
“Ok,” I said, pulling away from her. “That’s fine. Here’s your present.”
I reached into my pocket and brought out a lump of coal, handing it to Amy.
“Have a Merry Christmas,” I said, heading for the chimney.
“Wait!”
I looked round and was shocked to see Amy in tears.
“I’ll do it,” she said. “I’m fed up of my fucking perfect brother getting presents every year, while I get nothing. Just because he’s a boring nerd.”
She started to get undressed.
“This year I want to have the best present,” she said. “You promise me you’ll give me something better than you give Chris?”
“Oh yes,” I said, gazing longingly at her huge breasts as she removed her bra. “I’ll give you something better alright. I’ll give you a nice big present.”
I was delighted to see her pussy was shaven, not a hair or bit of stubble in sight.
“You like what you see?” She giggled. She was naked now. Her pink skin was beautiful, not a stretch mark or blemish in sight. Her huge breasts were perky, without any sign of the sagging that would surely come one day. She was slim, but had the tiniest bit of belly, and she had an amazing ass, round and full.
Between her legs was the smoothest, pinkest vagina I’d ever seen. Her pussy lips were tiny and neat, and tightly pressed together. I couldn’t wait to part them with my big cock.
I walked up to her. She was so short that I towered over her. She looked up at me with mischievous eyes.
“Well?” she teased. What are you waiting for? Christmas?”
I slipped off my right glove and shoved a fat finger into her cunt. She let out a yelp, and I felt her legs buckle.
Her cunt was tight, and sopping wet. I hooked my finger round and rubbed it against her inside wall,
“Oh fuuuuck…” she groaned, as I fingered her g-spot. Her face contorted in a mixture of pleasure and pain as he warm vaginal juice ran down my hand.
I leaned forward and kissed her again, and she brought her mouth up to meet mine.
“Your beard tickles,” she laughed, pulling away for a second, but then she resumed the kiss.
I couldn’t wait any longer. No more foreplay, I needed to fuck this little brat now. I lifted her up under the arms and, still standing, began to lower her on my cock.
“Wait!” she said, arching her back to stop the head of my dick slipping into her pussy. “Not here, my parents will hear! What about your sleigh
?”
“My sleigh?”
“You do have a magic sleigh, don’t you?”
“It’ll be a bit cold up there,” I told her.
“Don’t worry,” she said with a wink, “I’m sure we can’t find ways to warm each other up.”
So the two of us got dressed then made our way up the chimney onto Amy’s roof. Amy, having never climbed a chimney, needed a bit of help—so I went after her, pushing her up and admiring her ass.
When we got outside, Amy started shivering uncontrollably—not surprisingly, since she was only wearing little shorts and a t-shirt and it was late December.
“It’s too c-c-c-cold!” she said.
“Sit on the sleigh,” I told her, “it’s magic will keep you warm.”
She did as I asked, and was soon smiling again as the sleigh’s elf magic created a warm bubble around her.
“Your reindeer are beautiful!” she said. Blitzen—always a sucker for a compliment—turned round and she stroked his nose.
“So smooth!” Amy said. Her expression of glee was so sweet and innocent that for a moment she looked like a good little girl, rather than the naughty eighteen year old she really was.
She looked up at me with puppy dog eyes.
“Can we go for a ride?” she asked. “Puh-lease?”
The only thing I wanted to give Amy a ride on was my fat dong, but I knew better than to argue with a spoiled brat. I checked my watch. I was a bit behind schedule, but I should have enough time to bring the little bitch for a sleigh ride, fuck her and drop her back home.
“Ok,” I said.
“Yay!” Amy said, her face lighting up.
I sat next to her, shook the reins, and suddenly the reindeer took off, taking us up with them.
“Oh my god!” Amy yelled happily as we soared over the rooftops of her town. “This is amazing!”
With a cheeky smile she turned to me and started unbuckling my belt. I tied the reins to the sleigh and leaned back in the chair as she sucked me off.
After she’d got me nice and hard, I lay her down on the seat of the sleigh, pulling her tiny shorts off, then her top and bra, until she was pink and naked.
She giggled up at me.
“Come on Santa, show me what you’ve got.”