Santa's Lust part 2 of 2

Santa's Lust part 2 of 2

He deftly removes my robe and nightgown, so I am as naked as he is.

The obvious admiration I see flickering in his blue eyes as he visually explores my body incinerates any lingering self-consciousness and infuses every cell in my body with raw desire. He eases my body lower toward the edge of the sofa and I go willing, allowing him to spread my legs wide apart so I am completely open and vulnerable.

Growling low in his throat, his nostrils flaring with pure male intent, he trails scorching kisses up the insides of my thighs, working his way to my eager cunt. I have never been this enflamed and aroused. His tongue snakes out and licks the length of my drenched slit from my asshole to my clit, making me cry out with delight.

"Mumm, you taste as good as you smell," he murmurs in between fiery swipes of his velvety tongue. "I'm going to eat you whole."

Tossing my head back, I moan, "Oh, please."

"Please what, Emma?"

"Please . . . I need more. I'm so close."

"I know you are, baby," he says as his long, blunt-tipped fingers
carefully separate my cunt lips so he can delve deeper. He takes another broad swipe of his tongue through my slit, and another, before his lips lock onto my clit and he sucks it into his hungry mouth. Then he licks a path down and plunges his tongue deep into cunt repeatedly. He drives me so crazy repeating this process — sucking my clit and fucking me with his tongue — that soon I am writhing on the couch, gripping his short white hair with my hands while I grind my cunt against his face.

"I need to come so bad," I pant. "Please let me come."

As if awaiting my plea, he latches onto my clit once again, alternately sucking and flicking it with his tongue. Sensations I have never felt before assaulting my body, driving me closer and closer to ecstasy. I feel one of his fingers slide into my slick tunnel. And then another.

Expertly, he homes in on my most magical spot and massages it until I shatter from the most brilliant orgasm I have ever had, making me cry out with the intensity of it.

While I am coming back to earth, he rises and passionately kisses my mouth, letting me taste my own sweet juices on his tongue. As earth-shattering as that orgasm was, it is not enough. I ache to feel his cock buried in my cunt.

Trailing my hand down his chest and stomach, relishing the silky skin covering taut muscle, I eventually find his cock and take it in my grasp. It is so hard, hot, and already leaking semen. Tearing my mouth from his, I look down at the most beautiful cock I have ever seen. Heavily veined and so engorged its rounded head is scarlet, it is long and so thick I can barely circle it with my fingers.

Stroking his length, I beg, "Please fuck me with your cock. I need to feel it in me so bad."

"You're such a hot slut," he growls, pushing me onto my back so I am lying on the sofa. "I'm going to fuck you and make you mine."

Making room for him so he can settle his weight between my spread thighs, I say, "Oh, yeah. Please fuck me."

Propped up on his elbows, his incredibly male body over mine, he looks down at me with raw lust burning in his eyes and rubs his cock up and down my throbbing cunt. "That's what you want, isn't it? You want to be my slut."

"Yes, please, make me your slut."

"Say you want to be Santa's slut."

"I want to be Santa's slut!"

With that, he thrusts his cock into my wet sheath, filling me as I have never been filled before. I can feel him pulsating inside me as he fucks me, sliding his cock in and out of my cunt with slow, powerful thrusts, gradually getting faster and harder. Arching my back, I slam my hips against his, eagerly meeting every one of his forceful thrusts.

"Oh, that feels so good," I moan. "Fuck me harder, Santa. Fuck me harder."

Gripping my hair, he pulls on it, forcing my head back while he pounds my cunt. "Yeah, you want my cum, don't you. Beg for my cum, slut."

"Please give me your cum, Santa. Fill my cunt with your Santa cum."

As another mind-blowing orgasm reverberates throughout my body, he buries his cock in me one last time and pumps my womb full of his cum.

"Thank you, Santa, thank you," I say, trying to catch my breath. "That was . . . fantastic. No one's ever made me come like that."

"But we're just getting started, my little slut," he says with a wicked grin, and I realize he is still very hard and ready for more fucking.

"Oh, Santa!"

Slowly withdrawing from me, he eases his body off mine. "Turn over and lean over the arm of the sofa."

Even though my limbs feel heavy and languid from our vigorous fucking, I am curious to see what new and thrilling sensations he has in store. So, I follow his directions and kneel away from him, supporting my folded arms on the overstuffed sofa arm.

"Mumm, you have a magnificent ass," he says, fondling my ass cheeks with his large hands. Then his cock enters me from behind and he fucks me until my body's quivering for release and I am begging him to make me come again.

I gasp when I feel his fingers spreading our juices over my asshole.

Snapping my head around, I ask, "What are you doing?"

"Nothing you won't love," he says with a roguish smile.

"But I've never done that before."

"Shhh, I promise, I won't do anything you don't want me to do. Now, turn back around."

Biting my lip uncertainly, I turn around and close my eyes. He is given me more pleasure than I have ever experienced in my life, so despite my wariness, I trust he will not hurt me.

He withdraws his cock from my cunt and slips in his fingers, coating them with our juices. Then his fingers rim my asshole again and I am surprised at how good it feels. I had never thought of my asshole as an erogenous zone, but I am really getting turned on. So much so, I begin pressing back against his fingers, encouraging him.

His fingers push increasingly until they easily slide past the tight, muscular ring. I could not have imagined how amazing it would feel to have my ass penetrated. My prolonged moan of unadulterated pleasure turns into a surprised gasp when both his hands come around me and cup my tits.

If both of his hands are on my tits, what the hell's in my ass?

"Your ass feels so good on my cock," he groans in my ear.

"That can't be your cock! Your cock's much bigger."

"And it will be again. Just as soon as you get used to me fucking your ass."

Slowly, he withdraws his cock and pushes back in, over and over. As my pleasure builds to heights, I had never thought possible, I feel his cock gradually getting larger, stretching my ass wider and wider until his cock feels enormous again. All the while he is fucking my ass, his hands knead my tits and pinch my nipples, making me so hot and wild I arch into him and slam my ass back against his thrusting hips, urging him to fuck me harder.

"Oh, Santa baby, which feels so great. Fuck my ass, Santa. Fuck it good."

"You’re such a hot slut. I knew you would like to have your ass fucked.

Tell me you want my cum in your ass too."

"Yeah, give me your cum, Santa. Fill my ass with your cum!"

One of his hands slides down my body to work my clit while he fucks my ass harder and faster, sending me over the edge into an orgasm so powerful I collapse onto the arm of the sofa a completely sated mass of flesh and bone. Just before I lose consciousness, he stiffens and ejaculates and fills my ass full of his cum.

Shortly before dawn, I wake up alone and find myself curled up on the couch with the throw covering me. Rubbing the sleep from my eyes, I noticed the fireplace is blazing once again, and "Santa Baby" is softly playing in the background.

Was it all a dream?

Then I realize I am naked beneath the throw and that my robe and nightgown are still on the floor where Santa threw them. Knowing every bit of it had been real, a broad smile curves across my face.

Hearing the unmistakable sounds of my children awake upstairs and about to come down, I quickly get dressed. By the time they run downstairs and straight to the mountain of presents under the Christmas tree, I am all set to rights.

"Mommy, mommy, Santa came, Santa came!" my children exclaim while attacking their presents.

"Oh, Santa came all right," I say, grinning like an idiot when I feel his cum trickling down the inside of my thighs.

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