Catherine’s favorite night of the year was Christmas Eve. She believes there’s a slice of time somewhere between sunset on Christmas Eve and dawn on Christmas morning when all is right with the universe. I liked to think she was right.
Catherine was a terrific wife and did her best to please me, so Christmas brought her a holiday surprise. She had always been a massive fan of Santa Claus, and I knew she had a mile-wide Santa fetish.
Every year, if she was a good girl, I gifted her an appearance on Santa’s naughty list, telling her that Santa himself must discipline naughty girls like her.
I was in my den when I gave her the news.
“Catherine, come here,” I said.
She walked in, a stone-cold fox, her high heels clicking on the hardwood floor. She stood before my desk with her blonde hair in a messy bun, “Yes, sir, what is it?”
“Santa called. It seems your name is on his naughty list. What do you know about that?”
“Little ol’ me? Naughty?” she said with a little laugh, walking around the desk to stand by my chair. She had a sultry way of moving that made a simple housedress look incredibly sexy.
“Catherine, he knows if you’ve been bad or good,” I reminded her.
She was wearing a pink knee-length housedress with her white apron over it. Under it, she wore pink lingerie with sheer nude stockings and black suede granny boots.
She leaned back against the edge of my desk, feet crossed, “Well, you know me, Greg. I’m just your innocent little wifey. There must be some mistake.”
Her stockings were tight and sheer. She got up from the desk and kissed me on the cheek.
She said, “Well, I better prepare for company then.” I watched her walk away, seams running up the back of her stockings.
“Santa Claus is coming to town.”
Later that evening, Catherine had the sitting room just how she liked it.
She had a big throne-like chair on each side of the fireplace and a white bear-skin rug on the floor between them. The Christmas tree was off to the right in the corner of the room.
The fireplace and the lights on the tree lighted the room. Her snow globe collection was displayed on the mantle, adding the light of a miniature city.
A Norman Rockwell print of Mommy kissing Santa Claus hung on the wall above the mantle, and two stockings were hung by the chimney with care. Mistletoe hung above the door.
Catherine wore a black velvet choker, a short red baby doll nightie, a red thong, and stockings. Her skimpy outfit nicely complemented her petite frame.
She was kneeling on the white bear-skin rug, watching the flickering fire in the fireplace, waiting for Santa. She shivered as she imagined the big man punishing her. Would he put her over his knee and spank her?
Would he humiliate her by forcing her to tell him every sordid detail of her naughty transgressions?
He knew when she’d been bad or good; would he know if she was lying?
“Ho, ho, ho, Catherine. It’s a pleasure to see you.”
She was startled to hear his voice. She hadn’t seen or heard him enter the room.
She stood to greet the jolly giant.
“Hello, Santa.”
Santa sat down in his big chair, and she stood before him in awe.
“Come, Catherine, sit with me,” he said, taking her hand and drawing her closer.
She crawled onto his lap, straddling him. Her boobs were visible through the sheer red baby doll. He could feel her wet heat on his bulge.
“Catherine, have you been naughty this year?”
“Well, maybe just a tiny bit, sir.”
“Were you naughty, Catherine? Yes, or no?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Tell Santa your naughty deeds.”
“Well, Santa, the pool man charges so much, I made a deal with him for a discount. Whenever he comes over, I wear a tiny string bikini and meet him on the deck. I let him do whatever he wants when he finishes with the pool. He usually wants to take off my top and suck my tits. When he’s done, I kneel and suck him off. He cums in my mouth and makes me swallow his entire load.”
“Sucking the pool man’s cock and eating his cum is more than a “tiny bit” naughty, Catherine. You’re a very naughty little cocksucker.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Is there anything else?”
“Well, Santa, sometimes he wants to fuck me. He finishes sucking my tits and then spins me around and bends me over the deck railing. He goes crazy, pulling my hair and slapping my ass; he fucks me hard with his thick brown cock. When he’s ready to cum he orders me to my knees to finish in my mouth. I love it when he uses my mouth as his cum dumpster. I show him my mouth filled with cum, then I swallow it so he can see. Mmm…his cum tastes so good I can’t stop myself; he fucks me for hours. Oh, how I love being his little whore.”
“Come here, you naughty girl,” he said.
He reached for Catherine and pulled her to him, putting her over his knee and spanking her with his heavy hand, alternating from cheek to cheek.
Catherine squirmed on his lap under his heavy blows. The stinging pain became heat that emanated from her red-hot cheeks to her sweet, creamy center.
Her arousal grew with the heat inside, and she lifted her ass to meet Santa’s hand. When he finished, he rubbed her perfect cheeks, soothing her and feeling the heat.
Catherine’s red cheeks were soft and firm; her scent was hot and wild. He could hardly wait to fuck her.
Catherine shivered as his fingers made their way between her legs to finger her bald pussy. He pushed a finger inside her creamy hole and rubbed her clit with his thumb. She squirmed and moaned as Santa’s fingers brought her to orgasm.
“Ooo…Santa. You spanked me so good,” she cooed, “I cum so hard for a bad boy like you. Use me, Santa, make me your bitch.”
Santa pushed her off his lap onto the floor and stood, “Kneel, Catherine. Santa must sample the cock sucking mouth of a whore.” He opened his trousers and let them drop to the floor. He stepped out of them and up to Catherine’s face. She pulled his boxers down to reveal his huge cock.
“Wow, Santa. What a big dick you have,” Catherine held it in her hand, rubbing it on her face and mouth. She tickled the underside of his glans with the tip of her tongue.
“I don’t think I can fit it all in my mouth, Santa,” she said, looking up at him with her big blue eyes as she stroked his long cock with both hands. She put the head in her open mouth and licked it so Santa could see.
Santa wasn’t hearing that bullshit.
He grabbed a fist full of Catherine’s blonde hair and forced his thick cock into her pretty mouth, “Oh, it’ll fit, Catherine. A naughty cocksucker like you will have no problem getting a big cock down your throat, now open wide.”
Santa’s cock filled Catherine’s mouth, stretching her lips tight around his girth. His cock hit the back of her throat, choking her. He pulled back out and thrust in, choking her again. He fucked her mouth slowly for a few minutes pumping his cock in and out, pre-cum drooling on her tongue and running down her throat.
Catherine moaned. She took her hands off Santa’s cock and put them under her sheer baby doll, giving Santa a hands-free blow job.
Santa watched her feel her spectacular boobs with a mouthful of cock. She moaned around Santa’s fat dick as she pinched her erect nipples.
She slid her hands over her belly to her panties, her fingers going under the waistband to finger her hole and rub her clit.
Santa understood why the pool guy made the deal. Her oral skills were amazing. He held her hair and fucked her mouth, forcing her to swallow more cock on each stroke. She tilted her head back, and he pushed his cock in further, this time, all the way to the bottom of her throat, his meaty balls pressed against her chin.
“Mmmmm…mmm.” She hummed around the cock lodged deep in her throat. The vibrations in her throat stimulated the throbbing head of Santa’s cock. He held her head and humped her throat ever so slightly, moving in and out just an inch or so; the stimulating vibrations of her hum job pushed him over the edge.
Santa unloaded his balls down Catherine’s hungry throat. The first pulse of jizz shot down her throat and set off her shuddering orgasm. She swallowed pulse after pulse of creamy jizz. She made gulping sounds and moaned as he filled her belly with his delicious load.
He pulled her off his cock and sat down in his chair. Catherine was still kneeling, her hands on her thighs, her eyes on the floor, as she caught her breath. She arched her back, reached around, and held her hair in a ponytail. She was covered in a sheen of sweat as strings of drool and cum hung from her mouth and dripped onto her boobs.
“Oh, Santa! I couldn’t stop myself from gushing under your heavy hand. The way you defiled my throat and the sensation of your cum running down my gullet pushed me over the edge.”
Catherine crawled over to Santa, straddled his lap, her big boobs right in his face. Catherine felt his semi-erect cock on her bottom, pressing against her panty-covered pussy.
“Tell me, Catherine, what other naughty thoughts are on your mind?”
She leaned in to kiss him, whispering in his ear.
“Maybe I can be naughty with you, Santa.”
Catherine sat up and put her hands under her sheer top. Smiling at him as she hid her boobs from him with her hands, she rubbed her erect nipples with her palms. She pinched her nipples, put her hands behind Santa’s head, and pulled him forward to suck them.
“Pretty nice, aren’t they?”
Santa pulled her sheer top off and ravished her succulent tits. He held one in each hand, sucking and nibbling them, eliciting little yelps and moans from the naughty slut.
“Ooo…Santa! Yes, yes!”
She hugged his head to her chest and moaned. She moved her hips as she humped Santa’s big bulge. Santa continued ravaging her breasts like a wild man.
“Oh, fuck me, Santa.”
Catherine lifted herself and reached under to guide Santa’s thick cock into her creamy hole. He stretched her pussy deep and wide just as he had her mouth. She lowered herself down and started grinding on him, making sure she had every inch inside her.
“Yes! Mmm…ooo.” She grasped the thick cock with her pussy muscles, slid herself up until just the head was in, then slid herself back down. Her sweet pussy was tight around Santa’s thick cock, like a hand in a velvet glove. She pulled off until only the tip was in, waited a long second, and slammed herself back down.
“Oh, yes!” exclaimed both lovers at once.
Santa held her waist and humped into her as she rode him. Soon, they had a rhythm going. Catherine was moaning. She held him tight as her breath hitched; she trembled and ground against him as a tremendous orgasm overcame her. She came hard, creaming his lap with his cock buried deep inside her.
“Oh, Santa!” she said as the jolly one stood, holding her buttocks in his big hands and lifting her with him. He carried her to the big white rug and laid her down with his cock still buried inside her.
The white fur of the bearskin rug felt soft and warm on Catherine’s back. The flickering firelight danced across their bodies. As much as Santa wanted to feel her tightness, he wanted to taste her too.
He started with a sensuous, tender kiss, their tongues dancing passionately in their mouths.
He left a trail of kisses from her mouth to her belly button, then down to her sweet, creamy center.
Catherine was losing her mind as he teased her, kissing past her pussy to her tender inner thighs. She squirmed under him, her hips sporadically humped air, anxious to feel his lips and tongue on her sex.
Santa pushed her legs up and apart to expose her bottom. He kissed his way up from her tiny rosebud to her throbbing clit. He licked her wet slit repeatedly, driving her crazy with lust. When he started fucking her with his tongue, she came again.
“Oh God, yes!” she said, “Ooooo fuck!”
He sucked her clit through her orgasm and tickled it with the tip of his tongue.
His tongue teased her mercilessly, and she came again, pushing his face away and crossing her legs, “Mmmmm.”
Santa grasped her ankles and moved forward to enter her. He held her ankles next to her ears as his long thick cock entered her still-orgasming pussy. He shoved his cock home with one big thrust, and she came again, this time squirting a shower of her sweet love juice all over his thick cock and heavy balls.
Santa and Catherine made Christmas magic all night. He repeatedly brought Catherine to orgasm on the big white bearskin rug, banishing the naughtiness and making Catherine a good girl once again. She was off the naughty list.
She woke up in her bed alone to the smell of bacon frying. She ran into the kitchen and hugged me.
“Merry Christmas, my dear.”
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