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I Love You Santa







My alarm goes off at six and I turn it off and turn over for about ten more minutes before I have to get up. I listen to my beautiful wife purr until my back forces me to try and sit up to get up and when I’m finally able to stand I use the light from my phone to maneuver into our closet to find some work clothes and then into the bathroom to begin my morning rituals. As I’m tiptoeing around I hear my wife mumble something and I creep over to the bedside to see if she were awake or just talking in her sleep. When I get to the side of the bed she says that I look like Santa Claus the way I’m sneaking around the house and she throws back her covers to invite me back into bed as she reaches into my sack of toys to find out what I brought her.

I get the Santa reference immediately because I’ve been growing my beard out and I actually do look more Nordic than North Pole but tis the season so an emaciated Santa works too, especially the way I was sneaking around trying to be quiet; so I say “Ho Ho Ho”, and asked if she has been naughty or nice? She replied “so very naughty” as she pulls my hand between her warm thighs to prove it. With her other hand still in my sack and around her toy, she unwraps her gift as she pulls it from my waistband and uses her other hand to pull my pajama pants down to my knees as she starts to scarf Santa’s cookies. So bad indeed I think to myself as I push her flat to her back and butterfly her thighs and slowly work two fingers inside her and turn them up against her g-spot and bounce her hips lightly on the mattress. With my cock still in her hand she applies it like lip gloss and I look down at her and say “I’ve also been a very naughty boy”. She squeezes my cock harder and sucks the first few inches with a vengeance as she slides her grip back and forth from her lips to my balls like she is warming up like a boxer on the speed bag. When she realizes that she is setting the pace, she alternates her speed depending on how close she wants to get to her orgasm and when riding the line gets too difficult to maintain, she goes all man eater on me and tries to finish me, but I’m not ready yet, even when she comes into my palm. She is still panting when I pull my cock out of her mouth and slide my newly coated fingers into her mouth and she sucks them like a pacifier before I order her onto all fours.

She looks back worried like I might hurt her and I smacked her ass and spread her from behind and press my face into her backside for a quick taste before I rise behind her and tell her that I’m going to fill her stocking with coal. She gives me a big pouty face but that frown quickly turns upside down when I push my cock deep into her. Her brows go from sad puppy to punish me daddy and I push into her harder making her post her arms stronger to keep from falling. She even pushes back against my blows knowing that she has been bad and takes her penance like a good girl. Only after I knock her down to her shoulders does she reach down between her legs to smack her clit and beg for more. I spread her ass so I can watch my cock slid in and out of her nether lips as all her holes pucker and tighten in response. I slam harder into her and as her ass bones bruise my groin she looks back and tells me to come if I can because she doesn’t think she’ll be able to again. I think she just doesn’t want me to be late for work but I take it as a challenge and maybe that is what she really meant because when I licked my thumb and pressed it against her starfish, her smile told me that the later was the correct and as she relaxed and pushed back onto my thumb her eyes rolled back like she just took a bite of something beyond delicious. I just let her work it inside her at her pace and once she was adjusted and filled completely, I posted one leg up to get maximum penetration as she prepared for the storm ahead.

We both probably had very fleeting worries about our little elves and the fact that our bedroom door was unlocked but you wouldn’t have been able to tell by our feral cries and growls. There is something about filling her this way that sometimes allows me to take her to another level that she didn’t believe possible, and the way that she backing into my thrusts was like two rams going head to head, proved that we lapped that level. I nearly needed to buckle myself in just to not be thrown and I even considered throwing some holy water on her because it felt like I was performing some delightfully deviant exorcism. She was speaking in tongues and most of what I could make out would surely have put her on the naughty list and she was taking me down with her. There were too many filthy expletives to recount between us and being able to express yourself that way sometimes helps to get you to where you’re going faster. When she started coming she suddenly looked back most earnestly and calmly stated “you better fucking coming because I’m coming all over your beautiful fucking cock right now!!” I was too scared not to obey and I filled her stocking with a load that seemed to originate back at the North Pole as she too burst and sprayed the inside of my thighs with her own stocking stuffers. Completely spent she backed up into my lap and stated “I love you Santa” and we both laughed and contemplated rolling back up in the covers but we both figured that our quick fix would get us through the day and continued our morning routines like two satiated stoners.  

Happy Hump Day!!!  
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