Cuff Me, Santa

by Bonnie Bliss

  “Change holes boys, I need her in a better position.”

  Herbert pulled out and stood as Horace pushed her up. She was so weary, her body in a sexual stupor. Herbert helped her and put her on Horace, her cunt slid with ease on his juicy wet appendage.

  “Please Herbert! I want you in my ass.” She begged.

  “Oh I’m almost there Alex.” He giggled.

  Alex felt her rim stretched again and she responded with a deep sigh. Herbert filled her, pushing inside her all the way. His balls slapped her ass as he began to pump.

  Santa now stood over Horace’s head. God forbid the view he had to suffer as Alex watched that big cock approach her lips. The head was swollen, purple and looked ready to burst like an overcooked sausage.

  Alex opened her mouth, her lips ready. Her tongue flicked out licking and searching for that huge bowl like crown. It entered her, relentlessly spreading her jaws. Her tongue felt the girth pass over her until the big knob hit the back of her throat. Her eyes looked straight at his belly which pressed against her nostrils. Alex gagged and Santa pulled back. It felt good to breathe again. Yet she craved more and she wasn’t denied. The saliva hung from her bottom lip to Santa’s slit. As he came forward again she sucked the spit back like sucking a string of spaghetti. He entered her and grabbed her hair. Fisting it tightly he forced his cock in her, going down her throat this time.

  Alex struggled but took it all the way, needing to feel this awesome sex. He pulled back and then thrust deep. His big balls pounded her chin. Despite the elves thrusting and fucking both her tight holes, she had to concentrate on Santa. His hands moved, cupping her head as he fucked her mouth. She moaned and mumbled.

  There was nothing left. She was full of big hard cock, three of them. An orgasm ripped through her. As soon as her juices spilled, dripping on that poor table, she felt another orgasm build.

  Santa fucked on. Horace swelled in her cunt, Herbert grew in her ass. She felt as though she would explode and coat the walls in her come. She couldn’t move, and she couldn’t speak. Her body was hostage to perfect desire. Santa groaned.

  “All together now, get ready.”

  Oh fuck, could it really happen. She felt her heat rise. Each muscle tightened, her pussy full, her ass full. The orgasm reached its crescendo as the boys squashed her between them. Her tits were flattened, her nipples tortured by touch. Her clitoris was so tight.

  Santa came, Horace came and Herbert unleashed his load. Alex came with them. Santa pulled out and she breathed hard. Catching her breath allowed the tension to release and she screamed the house down.

  “Oh fucking hell.”

  Santa’s creamy white come dripped from her lips, down her chin and down her chest. She rubbed it in as the two boys pulled out. Their seed covered her belly and ass. Her pussy glowed and glistened, outshining the pretty Christmas globes hanging on the tree. Her body relaxed and the elves helped her. They held her between them and looked at Santa.

  “Merry Christmas Alex Armstrong.” He winked and smiled. “Put sweet Alex to bed boys, tuck her in and make sure she’s asleep before you return. I’ll clean up.”

  They carried her off. Alex smiled in a haze of passion, already her eyes were closing. She felt the warm hands lift her and take her upstairs. The very last memory was of two three foot high elves sucking her nipples just before they pulled down her flimsy top.

  ***

  Alex could feel the warm rays of sunlight kiss her eyelids. With a loud groan she rolled over onto her back and stretched out. Listening to her brother scream as he ran through the house, she couldn’t help but smile. As she lifted her arms over her head she felt the ache. Her thighs pressed together and there was the tell tale pain of freshly fucked soreness. Tossing the sheet off her body she looked down at the fresh marks that littered her body. It was nothing too much. Her wrists had some chafing and her thighs had some mild bruising.

  It had all been real.

  The thought struck her hard and she couldn’t help but smile. She had been fucked and cuffed by Santa and his elves. What a tantalizing memory she would have forever. As her gaze scanned over the room she saw the pink dildo suckered to her bed side table with the pretty fuzzy handcuffs. Smiling she reached over, opened the drawer and scooted it all in before anyone could see.

  Sliding out of bed, she slipped on a pair of PJ pants and a terry cloth robe and headed down the stairs to the crazy scene below. Santa had been sweet enough to leave her and her brother the iPads they both wanted. Laptops were also under the tree from Santa. Alex couldn’t help but wonder if her being naughty had won her and her brother these gifts. She giggled and watched as Charlie happily jumped up and down in front of his bike—also a Santa’s gift. Her parents seemed to scan the room in dismay, disbelieving of the generous gifts that they hadn’t bought. Alex had forgotten to believe in Santa too. Maybe her mother needed a reminder. She started to blush as she gathered her stuff and headed back up to her bedroom. Setting her new laptop at her small desk in the corner she booted it up to get the set up started. As the screen flashed to life after the initial set up, jingling bells with a red and green background glittered in front of her.

  Sitting down slowly, she stared at the message in disbelief.

  Morning Alex.

  Merry Christmas from Santa, Horace, and Herbert.

  Out of nowhere a video started to play. Moaning and sounds of sex filled her room and she quickly pressed the volume button frantically. She watched the whole thing from beginning to end. It was better than porn. It looked better than sex with Bobby. She pressed her legs together and felt the wetness coat her PJ pants. Then the video came to an end. A very happy Santa came on the screen.

  “Look behind you.” He winked. “Oh, and Merry Christmas, Alex.”

  Turning slowly in her seat she saw the huge leather chair in the corner by the door. Rising to her feet slowly, her throat contracted. She blinked rapidly at the chair and grabbed the remote. Alex took a seat in the chair and pressed the start button. The feel of strong arms and the press of something very erect in her backside made her squeal with delight. Tossing her head back and laughing she allowed the chair to do what it did—fuck her. As she let the climax roll over her she cried out.

  “Merry Christmas, Santa.”

  Merry Christmas to all my readers

  Now a naughty excerpt from Twisted Dreams book One of the Twisted Oz series

  The old house was just as much part of her as the people outside. It gave her comfort. It made her feel good inside. The drinks could wait as she wandered upstairs and slipped into her room. Leaving the light off, she wandered to the window. The boys were thumping their hammers again. Those three were so damn hot, her mind wandered, her hand slipped down the front of her jeans. Her folds tingled with a dampness that caressed her fingertips as she slipped a keen finger down her slit. Her other hand moved under her white tank, cupping her breast, the nipple pinched between keen fingertips. That tight cunt sucked a finger inside. Slick sticky juices hugged it as the tip slowly entered. D.G.’s head went back a little, though her eyes looked down at the three hunks. Inspiration was a marvelous thing as she started to breathe harder, her tank pushed up, her large breast exposed. She swallowed hard too as she walked carefully backwards and sank on the soft bed. Legs raised, the tightness eased, she slipped a second fingertip in her wet pussy, shoving both deep. An image of Bo entered her devious mind, standing there, unzipping his pants, a huge cock hung between his thighs, growing and growing. She knew he would be huge, she had seen him hard under his jeans. Fingers moved faster, her thumb assaulted her clit, gripping her breast, fingers pressing into it like putty. Her breath became labored as her body caught up with her naughty thoughts. This was her fantasy, and she took it anywhere she wanted to.

  “Yes, yes, do it, I want her.” D.G. opened her eyes, her fingers stopped, dripped in her juices. Where the hell did that voice come from? She got up on one elbow and looked around, half intrigued, half scared. Yet, she saw n
othing. With a sigh dripping from her lips, she lay back, closed her eyes and indulged in her fantasy once more. Bo walked to her, stroking that big dick into a hard rod of molten flesh. Once again she slipped her fingers inside that wet cavern and let them glide.

  She saw a flash of light behind her closed lids, but she carried on, her fingers quickening, She had to come, she needed to come. Her fantasy took charge and Bo grabbed her and pushed her against a telephone pole. Another flash of light hit the wall as the sound of the wind built up outside. The hammering stopped. She was so close to a climax. Her fingers moved inside her, a whimper broke free. Her body squirmed on the bed as she fought to hold the climax just dangling on the cusp. Another flash made her jump and she sat up, eyes open. The mirror, she saw something in the mirror.

  And now a naughty excerpt from Twisted Ropes book Two of the Twisted Oz series

  “I brought you a stiff stalk.”

  “Oh, fuck me rigid.”

  D.G. sighed. The sexual daydream hurt her neck. Yet, now she was flirting with the straw man, the collar seemed to approve. Yes, it was glowing. She could feel it as well as catch glimpses of the light. Looking down at her new friend, she pulled out all the stops. D.G. needed release, she needed water, and damn if she wasn’t having one out of the two.

  “Treat first my friend.” D.G. started to gyrate, slow dancing for him. Using the stalk as a prop, she rubbed it between her thighs, and rode it.

  “Oh, sweet wiz.”

  She watched him. His straw cock popped out again, growing outwards, and made up of several sheaves. Licking her lips she rubbed the stalk against her camel toe. Her puffy swollen mounds well defined against the tiny thong.

  “Show me it, I want it D.G.” Too far gone now to care she dropped the stalk. Her lithe fingers slipped the thong aside, exposing her shiny wet labia. A long slender finger ran along the crease, parting the sweet crimped lips, and showed him the pink flesh beneath. She saw his Adam’s apple bob up and down as she spread her pussy with two finger tips.

  “Touch the clit, touch it.”

  D.G. tugged the hood back. Exposing the swollen nub, and started flicking it wildly, pushing her index finger of her other hand inside. She rubbed that rough G-spot. Her knees buckled at the sexual need.

  “Oh fuck, I’m going to come.”

  “Spray it on me, come on me sexy.”

  D.G. gazed at his cock, and she screamed. She came quickly. Her fingers attacked her clit, her cum sprayed over him, covering his legs.

  “Wooohoooo, what a girl.” D.G. burst out laughing. She felt happy. Her eyes filled with tears. The anger and resentment at being here, the feeling of being lost and alone, simply disappeared with her orgasm. She felt her corset change. The cups seemed to drip down her breasts, moving into the tight rib of the under supports, letting her breasts fall over them.

  “D.G.? Oh fuck, look at me!” Where her cum sprayed him, the straw changed. It now looked like skin. With soft flesh beneath, it moved as if it were muscle and sinew. His cock grew hard and tight.

  Also by Bonnie Bliss

  Dominance

  Chains and Chocolate

  Whips and Wax

  Kitten’s Fantasies

  The Postman

  Lilly and her Wolves

  Lilly and her Pet Wolf

  Lilly’s Christmas tale

  Double Trouble

  When Lilly met Bryn

  The Devil and the Diamond

  The Devil and the Diamond

  Twisted Oz

  Twisted Dreams

  Twisted Ropes

  The Holiday Series

  Bondage on the 4th of July

  Halloween Submission

  A Slave for Christmas

  Stand Alone Titles

  Cuff Me Santa

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