The year Santa Came Twice

This is a story based on a Christmas card I gave my spouse. (Words from the card are in italics.)

Twas the night before Christmas as I lie on the couch, snuggled under my blanket waiting for Santa to arrive. As my eyes slowly began to drift closed, I was startled by a creek in the floorboards. I opened my eyes to see Santa filling my stocking. With coal no doubt. I had been a rather naughty girl this year but I had been waiting for him this night to prove how good I could be.

“Santa,” I whispered.

“You should be asleep,” his low voice responded.

I stood from the couch, clutching my blanket in front of me. He turned to face me and I could see the disapproval in his eyes.

“Beth Cohen. You have been very naughty this year.”

“I think I can change your mind,” I said, letting my blanket fall to my feet.

Dropping his sack of goodies to the floor, he stood speechless as his eyes traced my body. Starting at the red stockings on my long legs and up to the red garter skirt resting on my hips. His widening eyes took notice of the white fuzzy fringe of my skirt that was not low enough to cover my bare pussy. I put my hands on my hips and rocked one out to the side as his eyes continued up to my breasts. They too were covered in the same red fabric with white fringe as the skirt.

“I think you might be right,” he said, still staring.

I strutted over to him and laid my hands on his chest. Taking a hold of his collar, I slid my hands down and unbuttoned his coat. Pulling open his coat, I was pleased to find a six pack instead of a keg. He dropped his coat to the floor as my hands explored his bare chest.

“Mmm, Santa! You’ve been working out,” I moaned.

“Ho, Ho. Had to lay off the cookies,” he chuckled.

“Not all cookies, I hope,” I teased suggestively.

“No. Not all,” he grinned.

“Good to hear.”

Standing on my tip toes and wrapping my hands around the back of his neck, I pulled him in for a kiss. His silky white beard tickled my face and I hoped to feel that same tickle between my legs very soon. I moaned at the thought and went to work at his belt, dropping his pants to the floor. Sinking to my knees, I kissed the bulge restrained by his boxer briefs. It stretched against the fabric, desperate to be free. Putting my fingers in his waistband, I slowly pulled them down, allowing his cock to spring free. I opened my mouth and looked up into his eyes.

“You did bring me a gift,” I whispered, taking him into my mouth.

“Ahhhh,” he groaned as I took his full length.

He held my head as I slid my lips up and down his rigid cock in a slow steady rhythm. Gradually I increased my pace and could taste his pre-come leaking into my mouth. His breathing increased and I felt his muscles becoming tense. A low grunt escaped his lips followed by his warm seed pouring into my mouth. It tasted like candy canes. His hands held my head still and his cock twitched as he finished.

“Mmm,” I moaned as I swallowed his come.

He reached down to pull his pants back up.

“Not yet,” I said, stopping him.

I spread the blanket out on the floor and patted it with my palm. He stepped out of the pants bunched up around his ankles and lie down on the blanket.

“You can’t leave without a cookie,” I said coyly, standing over him.

I lowered myself down, positioning my pussy over his face. His soft beard tickled my inner thighs where he placed delicate kisses. I felt his hands come up, squeeze my ass and pull me onto his waiting tongue. I layed down on him, taking his deflated cock in my hand, stroking it gently while placing soft kisses all around it. I rolled my hips as his tongue slid through my folds, sending tingles through my entire body. His tongue pressed into my clit and flicked it skillfully.

“Oh,” I moaned. “Clearly not your first cookie,” I said giggling.

I heard him chuckle as he continued his assault on my delicate bundle of nerves. His dick was starting to come back to life as I felt myself nearing a climax. He sucked my clit into his mouth, pushing me over the edge. Tingles raced through my body as I began to tremble from the pleasure washing over me. I pulled away and turned around.

“Okay Santa. One more,” I said, sitting on his lap.

I began to grind against his erection as his hands wrapped around my waist. Taking him in my hand, I positioned his tip at my wet entrance. As I slid him inside me, I leaned in to kiss his soft lips again. My taste was still on his lips as was his still on mine. We kissed passionately and he began to rapidly thrust himself up into me.

“I almost forgot. You have places to be. I’ll make this fast,” I said winking.

Taking over, I took him in and out as fast as I could. I could feel my flesh ripple as our bodies collided with each stroke. His thick cock filled me entirely and I quickly found myself ready to come again. All of his heavy breathing and groaning told me that he was getting close too. I screamed as another orgasm hit me, making my legs shake. He followed shortly after and I felt his warmth fill me. I slowed to a stop and laid down, nestling my face into his neck.

“I think we can take this off now,” I said, pulling off his beard.

“Yea,” he laughed.

“That was fun. Nice job staying in character babe,” I said kissing him.

And that was the night I proved that I was so good, Santa came twice.