Miranda stepped out of the shower and began to towel herself off. This was her first Christmas alone since her husband’s deployment schedule changed. She checked all of the doors were locked and turned off all of the lights before bed. Once she was finished, she crawled into bed and stared up at the ceiling, longing for her husband’s embrace while stronger the head of her Golden Retriever, Rex. Before long she fell asleep. She slept for a few hours before she was awoken by a bang coming from downstairs. Hearing what could be an intruder, she donned her dressing gown to head downstairs and confront whoever it was. Miranda dressed in such haste that she did not even fasten her dressing gown. She slowly creep down the stairs, she knew that the noise came from the living room so she carefully opened the door to peer at the intruder who broke into her house. As she opened the door to create a small crack, she could see a man stood in the middle of the room facing the Christmas tree. The man stood around six feet tall and wore a bright red coat with matching trousers. He turned towards the door and as he did so Miranda got a look at his face and his bushy white beard came into view.
“You can come in Miranda, I know you are there.” The mystery man called. Miranda walked into the room timidly but as she finally got a good look at him, she brought her hands up to her face and gasped. He was rather trim considering the stories said he was a fat man.
“Santa? You’re real?” She said in shock.
“Ha well of course I’m real.” Santa said chuckling.
“Am I on the nice list? Is that why you are here?” Miranda asked.
“No Miranda, I’m afraid you aren’t. I’m here to bring Rex his gift, he is the one on the nice list.” Santa said as he eyed up Miranda’s naked body that became exposed as she raised her hands as her dressing gown to fell open. “You are on the naughty list I’m afraid.” He said.
“What did I do to deserve that? Is there nothing I can do to get back on the nice list?” She pleaded. Santa walked towards Miranda and placed his hand on her cheek before running it down her neck, along her collarbone moving part of the dressing gown to the side revealing one of her breasts.
“Don’t worry Miranda, I have a way for you to get back on the nice list.” He said slyly. Miranda stood trembling a little bit as Santa lowered his hand to cup her breast. She felt a mix of trepidation and excitement at the same time as the man she had always revered began to touch her. Santa pinched her erect nipple and then placed his hand on the side of her arm to sit her down on the sofa.
“Now I know what you want Miranda but how far are you willing to go to get back on the nice list?” Santa asked.
“I’ll do anything Santa.” She replied looking up at him.
As he heard the words come out of her mouth, he started to unbuckle his belt and drop his trousers to the floor. As they hit the floor, Miranda finally realise why he wore the baggy red trousers, it was because Santa was hung like a reindeer. Faced with Santa’s cock mere inches from her face, Miranda reached out and wrapped a hand around it. While she worked the semi hard cock in her hand, coaxing it to life. Santa lifted his hand as gold dust whirled around it before turning into some mistletoe that he held above his cock which is now rock hard and throbbing.
“Would you look at that. There’s some mistletoe.” Santa said as he looks down at Miranda. Without say anything, she planted a kiss on the tip of Santa’s cock before opening her mouth and taking it in. She sit on her sofa sucking Santa’s cock, she moved her hands and mouth in unison, Miranda was determined to suck Santa off better than Mrs Claus ever could.
“If you give blowjobs this good then you might belong on the nice list after all” Santa said as he looking down. He took a step back pulling his cock out of her mouth. He dropped to his knees in front of Miranda and spread her legs, he leant in and began to lick her out. His bushy beard tickled as his tongue danced over her pussy before slipping inside.
“Oh Santa, you’ve done this before haven’t you? How many women have you fucked on your travels?” Miranda moaned as Santa went down on her so masterfully. He ran his tongue in a circular motion once more before he stood up and pushed Miranda to the side so she was lying down on the sofa. He positioned himself on top of her and slipped his reindeer cock inside. As his huge cock stretched her tight pussy, he looked down at her face.
“People leave milk and cookies out for me every year but sometimes Santa needs something a bit more.” He said as he rammed his cock in and out of her.
“Oh god, I want to give you more. Fuck me Santa!” Miranda screamed. As she shouted at the top of her lungs, Santa waved his hand and as the golden dust encircled his hand a small Christmas stocking appeared. Seeing Santa’s magic amazed her still but before she could realise what he is doing, he balled up the stocking and stuffed it in Miranda’s mouth.
“You need to shut up. How would people react if they found out Santa was real by walking in on him balls deep in a married woman?” He scolded. Miranda tried to mouth some kind of response to him but nothing could be heard beyond her muffled moans of pure ecstasy. As he pounds away, Santa started to get more aggressive, he could see that Miranda was loving it and that she really wanted it rough. He leant in to give himself a better angle and places both of his hands around her neck. His hands grip tightly around Miranda’s throat as he choked her. She struggled to breathe as she could feel his giant cock being thrust into her harder and faster than before. His incredible length was sliding all the way down to his balls. The ramming continued as her breathing became harder and harder, the feel was absolutely orgasmic. His pelvis was grinding against her clit as her eyes rolled into the back of her head. The feeling of Santa’s cock pounding against her and the dizziness from the choking combined to create a mind-blowing orgasm. Miranda came continually for several seconds as Santa continued to fuck her. She tried to scream out in pleasure but all that escaped was a muffled cry. Seeing that she had cum, Santa pulled out and without a word flipped her over and pushed her onto the arm of the sofa. Miranda leant over the edge trying to prop herself up and stop yourself from falling but as she struggled to find some purchase, she felt a familiar monster sized cock plunge back inside her. Santa reached down and grabbed a handful of her hair as he began to pound her again. Now that he did not have to worry about pleasing her, he fucked Miranda harder and faster. His movements became faster and faster as he started to cum. His meat slid in and out as he began pumping her full of his cum. Miranda pushed herself back up as Santa pulled his massive cock out of her. She turned around to face Santa and slumped down in the corner of the sofa before pulling the stocking out of her mouth.
“Oh god you have to come back next year Santa” She said as she sat sweaty and leaking onto the Sofa.
“Merry Christmas you ho ho ho.” Santa said as he and his stuff vanished into thin air leaving Miranda exhausted in her living room. She slid further down the sofa until she was fully lying down. Before she drifted off to sleep, she saw a new present materialise under the tree.
“To Miranda, Merry Christmas, Love Santa xxx.” It read.
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