Christmas Porn Parody: The Last Sinner Santa Fucked

If you don’t know by now, I love to have fun, and a Christmas porn parody is just the thing. This Christmas porn parody isn’t the first seasonal story I’ve written: check out my crazy sex stories about aliens!

 

‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through my cabin

Not a vibrator was stirring, not even my rabbit;

The whips were hung by my chimney with care,

In hopes that a FWB soon would be there;

My boobs have nestled all snug in my bra;

While visions of cocks made water my maw;

And my ass all empty, and emptied of crap,

I had just settled down for a long winter’s nap,

When out in my living room, there arose such a clatter,

I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter.

Away to the room, I flew like a flash,

But I tore open my nightgown and forgot its sash.

The moon on my breast reflected by the new-fallen snow,

Gave a luster of midday on tits now a-glow.

When what to my wondering eyes did appear,

But a very ripped man whose appearance caused my blood to sear,

With muscles so bugling and a package of awe,

I knew in a moment he must be Santa Claus.

More rapid than eagles his steps closer came,

And he whispered, and smirked, and called the Sinners by name:

“First, Stacy! Then, Alex! Then Ramona and Sophia!!

On Brooke! In Charlotte! Then, Natalie and Olivia!

Took the brunt of my cock! Took them all against walls!  

Now, Elise, suck away! suck away! Suck away all!”

 

Christmas Porn Parody

 

As leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,

When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky;

So down on my knees, did this whore flew

Tasting all of the Sinners on tongue, and St. Nicholas blew—

And then, in a twinkling, his hands on my hair

He patted me gently, and pulled it with care.

As I drew in my head, and my tongue turning around,

Down my tight throat St. Nicholas came with a bound.

His coat trimmed all in fur, from his head to his foot,

And his clothes were all missing, let alone ashes or soot;

A bundle of sex toys he had flung on his back,

And he looked like a pimp just opening his pack.

His eyes—how they twinkled, his dimples, how merry!

His cheeks were like roses, he could pop any cherry!

My pussy was hungry and wet, wanting to know,

How his beard would feel on my thighs s white as the snow;

The shaft of his cock he held tight in his hand,

And around his balls did Santa then wrap a band;

He pushed me against the wall, the cold on my belly,

Made my tits shake, like a bowl full of jelly.

His cock, tightly bound, pressed against my hole,

And leaning my head back, a heated kiss I stole.

 

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A wink of his eye and a twist of his head

Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,

And filled deep my pussy; then hips started to jerk,

And laying his finger aside of his nose,

And giving a nod, up my pussy he rose;

Hips stilled and sudden, he began to moan,

And away his came flew, Santa giving his softest groan.

But I heard him exclaim, when he later drove out of sight—

“Happy Christmas Dear Sinners, and to you all a good night!”

 

 

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Christmas Porn Parody