1. Santa Claus


    Date: 9/1/2016, Categories: Supernatural, Author: rebecca23, Rating: 10, Source: LushStories

    pimply green elf who was looking at me funny. I really didn't care. I felt wonderful for some reason. Suddenly I was so excited about Christmas. More excited than I had been since I was a child. I could almost see those sugar plumbs dancing in my head. I hurriedly scooped up my bags and went home. That magic Christmas feeling stayed with me the rest of the evening. I hummed a carol while I fixed a plate of sugar cookies and milk to sit out on a little table next to my fireplace. Silly, really. I thought about putting the glass of milk away. Why waste it. It'll spoil by morning. But, I decided to let it stay. Tradition, you know. I stripped off my jeans and pulled my lacy red bra out from under my cotton tee without removing my shirt, then slid under her covers. Warm and snuggly under my blankets, I absentmindedly stroked my nipple and lazily reached over to pull out my nightstand drawer. Reaching inside, my fingers wrapped around my pink toy I kept there. No, I thought, I want to be good for Santa... at least tonight. I quickly closed the drawer. I thought about sitting on Santa's lap and a flush rushed through my body. He was so big and soft and smelled like cinnamon. I remembered his arms surrounding me and his big belt buckle poking into my ribs. I warmed my hands between my thighs and felt a heat emanating from my mound. Slipping a finger under my small panties, I was surprised by how wet I was. I pushed a finger deeper inside and moved them in and out, rotating my ...
    hips, warming to the task. I heard tiny slurping noises as her fingers dipped into her wetness. They felt small and inadequate inside me. Spreading my legs, I finally decided I couldn't resist the temptation to use my hot pink dildo. I laughed at myself, who was I kidding, it's not like Santa Claus was real. I reached into the drawer, pulled out my favorite toy, warming it with my mouth and hands before I plunged the full, thick, eight inches into my tight vagina. That was better, I thought. I pushed my hips up to meet my soft hand with the magic wand. My right hand whirled in tiny circles around my hard clit while my left was busy pumping it harder and faster than any man could have pumped his cock into my pussy. It felt like magic and it didn't take me long to come in waves with thoughts of Santa's hand on my thigh. I floated on the after effects of my orgasm, eyes half closed, savoring the heat in the pit of my belly. I sighed and quietly drifted in the warmth of her big bed. "HoHoHo!" I gasped and looked between the V formed by my spread legs, to the door and the enormous shadow filling the frame. He was backlit by the twinkling lights of my Christmas tree in the living room, so I could only see his outline. But, there was no mistaking that form. "Santa?" "You have been a naughty girl, Rebecca." "I can be better Santa. Really, I can." I rolled over and crawled to the foot of her bed, trying to see into the darkness. Santa filled the room with the smell of chimney smoke and ...
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