I was dozing off on my couch on Christmas Eve after having a bottle of vodka and suddenly I heard a loud crash in my chimney.  I sat up, alarmed, thinking it was a burglar.  I quickly grabbed a poker from the fireplace and held it over my head, ready to bash someone’s head in.

To my surprise, it was the man in a red suit himself.  He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot… and his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot.  He wedged his fat ass out of the chimney and tumbled onto my rug.  I offered him a hand and struggled to pull him up.

“Santa, you are much fatter than I remember you.” I said, shaking my head.  “You have all year to get in shape.  Don’t you have gyms in the North Pole?”

“Shut it.” said Santa, raising one fat gloved hand.  “I’ve come here because you’ve made my most naughty list AGAIN this year. Third place.”

I smiled proudly.  “Yeah, I guess I have been pretty naughty this year…”

“There are penalties for that.” Santa explained.

“Oh, what? Coal?” I crossed my arms and laughed.  “You can just leave it outside.”

“No, not coal.”  he said.  “I’m here to fuck you for being a bad, bad girl.”

I tried to wrap my brain around the image of what a Santa dick would look like.  I was fascinated.  “Okay.” I said, “Let’s go!”

I got on my knees and pulled down his red pants.  Santa wears candy cane striped boxer briefs.  Who knew?  And what to my wondering eyes should I see but a pretty nice sized stiff cock, all shiny with precum.

“Nice staff, Santa.” I said as I stroked it gently.  He nodded his head and ordered me to start sucking.  I immediately put his dick in my mouth and started sucking.  I was delighted when I grabbed onto his balls and heard the sound of  jingle bells.  I rang them over and over as Santa moaned with delight.

“Ho, ho, ho!” he panted.  “You’re such a ho, ho ho!”  He was lively and quick as he fucked my mouth hard.  As he moved his hips back and forth, his round little belly shook just like a bowl full of jelly.  His eyes twinkled as I deep throated him.

He stopped and shouted, “To the top of the coffee table!”

I jumped up obediently and lay flat on my back on the coffee table.  He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work, pounding and slamming his jolly cock so deep into my cunt.  The sound of his jingle bell balls as he fucked me made me raise my hips up harder and faster.  He slowed down and looked at me and put his finger on the side of his nose.

“I know what that means!” I exclaimed.  “You’re going to nod your head with your finger on the side of your nose and fly right back up the chimney, right?”

“No, it means I’m about to blow my load!”  he pumped his cock faster and faster, his finger on the side of his nose and as he came he shouted at the top of his lungs, ‘MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL AND TO ALL A GOOD NIGHT!”

He wiped his cock with his stocking cap, pulled his red furry pants back on and straightened out his suit.

“Are you going to fly back up the chimney now?” I asked.

“No, I’ll just leave through the front door.  Do you have any milk and cookies I can take to go?”

I handed him his snack and walked him to the front door.  “See you next year, slut.”  He disappeared into the night.  Yes, I’m sure he will be back again next year.  Hopefully I will make the top of the list next year!

There is plenty of holiday spirit left!  Let me jingle your balls and help you blow a jolly load!

Sabrina

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