*Twas the night before Christmas and I made a prayer, that the baby I wanted soon would be there…*
The snow fell heavy outside as I got into bed on Christmas Eve. The hot water bottle in its furry cover was clutched tight against me. It, my silk shortie pyjamas and the fresh cotton sheets made the bed an oasis of comfort. But I wasn’t happy. I wanted a baby. It was all I could think of. I saw other mothers and felt so jealous. So I made my impossible prayer and in the softness of the night fell asleep.
I was woken by a bump on the roof and the jingling of bells. I snuggled deeper into the pillow. A dream. Must be a dream. Then the sound of a stamping hoof, the snort of an animal’s breath. My eyes snapped open. No dream, this. I heard boots walking towards the crest of the roof. Could it be? Was it possible? I sat up in bed, the duvet clutched to my chin. I turned on the sidelight and stared across the room at the fireplace with the holly along the mantle.
There was the sound of bells again and a whoosh like the beating wings of some huge bird and there, on the hearth rug was…My eyes opened.
She was tall and dressed all in red furs, trimmed with white. She was slender and sleek and when she took off her cap and place it between the Christmas cards her hair was a short bob of the purest silver.
‘Hello,’ she said quietly. I did not know what to say. She knelt and undid the laces of her boots, slowly as they were strapped on well. She placed them neatly down. She walked to the foot of the bed and slowly began to unbutton her jacket.
‘I hear you’ve been very good this year,’ she said in an alto which made me tremble in delight. Under the fur-lined jacket she wore a red lace bra over her small bust. The trousers were next. She kept eye contact as she undressed, and folded her clothes neatly, deliberately. She was in a pair of high red stockings, and her panties sat high on her hips and matched her bra.
She came to the side of the bed and put her hands on her hips. She gave me a wink and with another whoosh a fire was crackling in the grate and the room was filled with lit candles warmth.
‘That’s better,’ she said. Her accent sounded Scandinavian. ‘May I?’ She indicated the bed and I nodded. She pulled back the duvet and slid her warm, svelte, body in next to mine and pulled me into a kiss.
Her lips were full and warm and her hand found my breast through the dark blue silk top. She had slipped her own bra off somehow and I felt her hare nipple graze across my skin. I kissed her back hungrily, our tongues reaching for each other as she pushed me back. She pulled away for a second to look at me and smile before she kissed my neck and lifted my top. She played with my nipple as she kissed me again and I moaned into her ear and opened my legs.
She felt that and moved her hand to my pussy. I was already so wet, so needy for whatever this magic was to bring. She pushed my shorts to the side, then down over my hips. She knew exactly what to do, touching me just as I touched myself. She rubbed my clit and hood with three fingers then dipped inside me with her middle finger before she went back to my clit. She held back a little, knowing what control she had over me. She lifted herself and our eyes met as she continued, my fingers clinging to her shoulder, her side as she found my orgasm so quickly. My mouth was open, my eyes wide as I cried out and trembled under her hand. She kissed my breasts as I came down, slowly caressing my thighs.
‘Are you ready?’ She asked quietly, a moment later. I nodded. I was ready for anything.
She took my hand and moved it between her legs. Inside her red panties I felt a bulge. I looked her deep in the eye and bit my lip. I stroked over it and she moved her underwear. Her cock was perfect – smooth shaven and thick. We kissed more and as we did I stroked it felt her become hard. I lifted my top off so I was naked for her.
She pushed the covers away. By her magic the air was warm and soft. She kissed my body as she moved down my neck and belly. I mewled quietly at the attention she gave me and at the absence of her cock in my hand. She kissed my mound and holding my legs apart wide, kissed my pussy. It began gently, kissed either side before she opened her mouth and sunk her tongue into me. I gripped the sheets and cried out. She held me firmly as I bucked my hips to her mouth. Pleasure flowed through me. I grabbed my breasts and pulled at my nipples. I glanced down and saw her perfect ass up in the air. The sight of it made me begin to cum again, and she only pushed her face harder against me, letting me grind my orgasm out on her lips and tongue.
I was a mess, full of sexual electricity. I was half in a haze as I watched her stand on the bed and remove her panties. She was just in those high red stockings. She knelt between my legs.
‘May I?’
I nodded eagerly. I felt the head of her thick cock press against me then slide into my wetness.
‘Oh fuuuuuck…’ my moan was deep and full of the pleasure of pent up want. We kissed as she moved her hips and pressed deeper into me, as our bodies and breasts touched as she started to move. She was big, as big as I’d ever had. I knew she would never hurt me so I let her take me. I could hear the pleasure on her breath as she built a steady, loving, rhythm.
‘Your pussy is so tight,’ she whispered, in her soft whisper and she flicked her hair back and moaned. It was a beautiful delicate moan, light and deep all at the same time. We moved together and kissed deeply. I stroked her back and opened my legs even wider as she kept going, whispering as she thrusted.
‘You’ve been such a good, good girl. Do you like your present?’
I cried out a little as she found an even deeper spot, as she stretched me open. ‘You feel so big…’ I moaned aloud. She knelt up and held my knees apart. She seemed to gleam in the firelight as she thrust into me. She held my breasts and then my waist as I turned my head to the side, not holding back my moans.
‘Your favourite is standing up?’ She said.
I nodded ‘how did you…’ she held a finger to my lips and pulled back. I felt so empty but she took me by the hand and stood me next to the bed. I put my hands against the wall. She kissed my shoulders. My waist. My bum. My legs. She embraced me from behind and cupped my breast and reached between my legs to stroke my soaked pussy. I felt her dip and as she rose she was back inside me.
My eyes rolled back as she took my waist and began to move. Deep, long, stroked that were beyond good. My breath came in broken waves, almost like sobs, as she found a place in me no one else had. She began to speed up and push me more firmly against the wall. I cried out at each thrust. She kissed my cheek, my neck, reached between me and the wall to squeeze my nipple.
‘Come all over my cock with your tight little pussy,’ she whispered. ‘Show me how girls who have been good all year so it.’ Her teeth grazed my earlobe. ‘Show me one more orgasm and I’ll give you your present.’
‘Oh shit…’ my legs began to tremble as the orgasm built. She just kept fucking me fast but smooth. My arms flailed a little and she pinned me to the wall with her weight as her hips kept up the rhythm, as waves of pure joy courses across my skin, as my eyes rolled back and I let her hold me up with her toned arms and thighs and her beautiful cock.
She helped me back to the bed. Lay me on the edge and lifted my knees again. She stood on the side and as I recovered put it back in me. Her finger traced my lips and I sucked on it gratefully, submissively. She cupped my breast, not sexually, but gently, without force, in a way that made me crumble with love.
‘Your pussy is fucking soaked,’ she said and we both smiled and laughed. She sped up a fraction. ‘Do you want it?’ She said.
I nodded. ‘Yes,’ I whispered.
‘What do you want?’ Her smile was sly and I gasped as she pushed a little deeper.
‘I want you to cum in me.’
She nodded. ‘Where?’ She licked her lips.
‘In my pussy, please, fuck.’
She bit her lip and went slow. Painfully slow. Beautifully slow. ‘But I thought you were a good girl. And good girls don’t let people cum inside them?’ She didn’t stop moving. We were both breathing hard.
I lifted myself up onto my arms, leaned forwards so I could kiss her. I pressed my hips forward and it was her turn to moan. I began to grind my hips and she stayed still. It felt so good inside me. She leaned forwards, holding herself up by her knuckles, her arms outstretched either side of me. I could hear how hard she was breathing, how close she was. She rested her lips on my neck. I kissed her forehead.
‘That’s it baby,’ I said quietly. I felt her hand go under my ass and pull me towards her.
She gasped and lifted her head and we kissed, fully and passionately. We moved together and she whimpered.
‘Put it in me,’ I whispered. I felt the first spurt and we fell back onto the sheets as I rolled my legs back and she started thrusting again, as thick cum spurted inside me. We were both moaning, she was writhing and twitching as she came. She kept moving as her cock slowly softened. A moment later she rolled onto her side and we lay there, tangled in each other’s arms.
We kissed slowly. I stroked her cock – it felt so soft – as she stroked my pussy. We weren’t trying to make each other cum, just enjoying each other’s bodies.
Outside the snow fell softly once more.
‘Do you need to go?’ I asked.
‘No,’ she said, smiling. ‘I’m the kind of elf you get to keep.’ She kissed my nose. ‘I can’t wait to see your belly get big.’ She rested here hand on it.
My eyes opened wide. ‘You mean…?’
She nodded. ‘It will happen, if we try hard enough.’ She smiled slyly and put my hand back on her cock. I gasped at how hard it was. She rolled me onto my side and took my hip and slid back inside me.
‘Cum in my little pussy again,’ I whispered.
She held me close and kissed my neck.
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/kd9mo4/ft_all_i_want_for_christmas_is_to_get_pregnant
As a lesbian with an impreg fetish, this is EXACTLY what I’m after