‘Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house, not a creature was stirring–well, except for that *louse*.
Yes, Jack.
Home from the city to visit his folks. That bachelor of a man who masturbated more than he spoke. He was, quite predictably, jerking off. Laid upon a down comforter in his old bedroom, one hand in his jingle-bell boxers, the other absent-mindedly scrolling through his phone. No light, save the kaleidoscopic skin hues of all manner of pornographic amateurs.
They were sucking cocks and riding them too. Bending over in three-inch skirts or becoming lodged in home furnishings. And every single one seemed to have an incredibly hung step-brother. Jack thought to himself that it was wonderful to see such diversity in households.
**Ahem.**
No, he didn’t. For he had not a single thought. His brain directed all the blood to his cock, which he stroked with such ferocity that he didn’t observe the door creak open.
In stepped a figure, tall in red stilettos. It was clearly a woman, for her legs were long and slender and her hips wide and lovely. There was the divot of her waist, followed by the blossom of her chest. Her entire figure was clad in red fringed with white, but she was no Santa Claus. No, her outfit was decidedly perverse. It was a Christmas-styled teddy that flared around her smooth thighs. A deep cut at her chest exposed a heavy, ample valley.
Then there was her face, beset with a crooked, flirtatious grin. Closed lips drawn wide and painted red. Flecks of sparkles like snow upon her nose and cheeks. Most striking of all was perhaps her hair, which was a shocking bone white and topping it off–a very merry cap with a puffy white ball that hung at her brow.
“I thought I’d find you this way.” Her voice dripped like honey.
“WHA?” Jack, in his panic, through his phone against the wall. He pulled his hand, desperate to remove it from his boxers, but succeeded only in popping his raging erection above his waistband, so it stood stark, pale and tall in the moonlight.
“Shhhh!” The woman leaned forward, her chest swaying naturally. “Are you trying to wake someone?”
“Who the hell are–? What’s going on? I’m not doing anything!” Jack tossed about on the bed. But he soon froze, his brain catching up to his cock as he studied the proudly half-naked woman before him. “This is a dream. This is an awesome dream.”
“It’s not, I’m afraid.” She took one step forward and turned slightly to the left, revealing that her backside was so shelf-like that it pulled up at her tiny gown, nearly revealing each cheek.
“Holy fuck,” Jack exhaled.
*Holy fuck indeed.*
“That’s not far off. I’m Mrs. Claus. But, to you, that’ll be **Mistress Claus**.” She put one knee on the bed, lounging like a panther as she leaned towards her prey.
“Mi-Mistress Claus?”
“That’s a good boy. Though, I’m afraid you’ve actually been *quite* naughty this year.”
“No? Me?” The befuddled man backed up against his headboard in disbelief. “What have I done?”
Mistress Claus let out a sad whistle, “Oh, where do start? You know, you’re actually one of the naughtiest of all.”
He was incredulous, “Me?! What about–well–there are people who convince others to invest in JPEGs of donuts!”
“Mhm, oh, they’re just *awful*.” Her voice was a sultry kind of patronizing.
“And what about people who don’t turn on their headlights when it’s raining! That’s really dangerous!”
“Yes, yes, yes. There are plenty of very *bad* people. But your sin is even worse.”
“What could be worse than that?!”
“*Masturbation*.”
“Oh god.” Jack’s cock twitched upwards at the accusation, prompting the Mistress to crack a devious smile.
“You masturbated *so much*. Literally hundreds of times.” She was pulling at his boxers now, slipping them down to his ankles.
His blue eyes went wide and he began to nod guiltily, “It’s true. It’s true! I’m a serial jerker. What’re you going to do to me?”
“Let’s just say that, unlike Santa, I like to *fuck*.”
“You–you do?”
***
She nodded, the white ball of her hat, shaking back and forth. “You won’t be my first tonight and you *definitely* won’t be my last.” Her hand was wrapped around Jack’s erection now, her thumb teasing his frenulum.
He exhaled sharply, reacting to her grip, which was first cold and then exceedingly warm. “So, so you’re both *real*? How do you visit so many different homes in a single night?”
The Mistress wet her lips, her pointed tongue leaving them lightly glossed, “I have neither the time nor the patience to explain the malleability of the space-time continuum to you.”
“It, uh, it kinda sounds like you *do* have time.”
She squeezed his cock, prompting the tip to bulge like Rudolph’s nose through the circle formed by her thumb and index finger. A drop of precum was slowly leaking over her knuckles.
“I bet you’d like for me to *suck it*.”
Jack’s cheeks were as red as his cock, but still he nodded, not meeting the woman’s searching eyes.
She clicked her tongue dismissively, “Too bad.”
***
Her free hand slipped beneath the faux-fur of her teddy, a finger clearly wrapping around the thin band of a thong and pulling it aside. Then she was straddling him, her form towering above the scared but horny man. She leaned forward to kiss his forehead–an excuse to smush her heavy chest against his chin. While doing so, she positioned his erection against her slit and gently began to rub the tip back and forth, allowing a slow dripping of honey to wash over his shaft.
He began to twitch, both of his hands hovering above the woman’s plump ass. She shook her hips, grazing her round cheeks against his fingertips. It was obvious she was teasing him. He wanted so desperately to grasp her ass and push her down, to make his erection disappear inside her tight slit, but it was clear she was in control at the moment. He was nervous before her, too cautious to make a move.
Soon enough, she was through with teasing him. Her long, sharp fingers snaked through his short brown hair. She pushed away from him and fell back, allowing his poor cock to go cold. But she pulled him down between her spread legs as she fell upon her back. He plunged abruptly between her milky thighs, his lips immediately finding hers.
“Suck my clit. Now.”
He didn’t need the direction, but it encouraged him. He pushed his tongue flat against her opening and then flicked upwards before coming back in a circle around her small nub. Both her hands were wrapped behind his head now and it was clear she had no interest in taking it slow.
She began to grind her dripping entrance against him as he struggled to keep up. He took short breaths so that he could keep sucking, licking, and lapping. His drool began to run warmly down her ass as he licked more vigorously. His light stubble scratched pleasingly against her inner thighs as she pushed herself into him. Her hips rose from the mattress and he slipped his hands beneath her back, holding her up and against his mouth.
“That’s right,” she moaned, “lick my cunt like a good boy.” Her lips curled up with pleasure as she moaned and wriggled in his grip. She kept grinding against him, dragging herself across his face in concert with his energetic motions.
“You eat pussy better than I expected,” she cooed, her voice lifting higher as she fell into arousal.
“Mhgm I loobe–” He attempted to reply, but she pushed him harder against her cunt, breaking off his sentence as he sucked the hood that sheathed her clit.
Finally, she pushed him away, a trail of saliva connecting her lips to his for a brief moment before it snapped against his bare chest. She flipped onto her stomach and rose to all fours. Looking back over her shoulder, her white hair began to slip loose from its ponytail.
“Shove that cock inside me. NOW.”
***
Jack sprung to attention, his face glistening with her nectar. He grabbed ahold of her hips and guided his throbbing cock between her ass, pushing it down to meet her soaking cunt. His spade-like head spread her lips apart, bathing him in a hot wetness that only made the blood drain from his brain. Her thong was still pulled to the side, lacy, white, and absolutely drenched from Jack’s enthusiastic tongue. Her flared teddy was pushed up and over her waist and her pale skin was illuminated with the multicolored hues of the neighbor’s Christmas lights.
Jack’s mind was utterly blank. He was acting on pure primal instinct. What started as the slow spreading of your pussy became a thunderous, rhythmic clapping as he repeatedly struck her firm ass with his flexed thighs.
His grip tightened, digging little drenches in her peach like rear and he began to grunt like a caveman. Mistress Clause was also succumbing to his assault, her moaning growing into a high-pitched whining that shed her dominant sultriness. She sounded like an absolute *slut* and it made Jack go even harder.
“Just–just, hang on a minute,” her ponytail was coming loose now, the snow white hair cascading over her back as she attempted to corral her suitor.
But he snatched her hair into a new, makeshift ponytail and pulled back, forcing her to arch her back and drawing out a sharp, feminine gasp. Her eyes rolled back into her head as he drove his cockhead against her cervix.
“Fuck, that’s it. That’s it. Fucking take it.” His words poured out in desperation. The final sentence punctuated with a thick *SMACK* as he spanked her ass. “Masturbating’s bad, huh? Well, then you better help me fucking finish.”
She bit her lip, torn between slipping into his aggressive grip or reasserting her dominance. As if trying to keep her in check, he shoved her face first into the bunched comforter. Now her ass was high in the air and he was on the cusp of orgasm.
Mistress Clause wrapped her hands in the sheets and began to push back. So that even as he drew back from the apex of his thrust, she kept her cunt wrapped around him. Then she was back on all fours, then raising upwards, pushing her body against Jack’s as he continued to pound away.
In a reversal, he was pushed onto his back, his head falling heavily between his pillows. She began to ride him reverse cowgirl, clapping her jiggling ass against his near-bursting balls. He simply leaned back, now powerless to stop her assault, and accepted his fate. His hands grabbed her cinched waist and he stared with obsessive desire at the hypnotic bouncing of her ass. There was his cock, soaking with her pussy, and then it was gone again.
This pattern played out with heightening intensity as the Mistress pushed a hand between her legs and began to stimulate her clit. Her moans grew unabashed as she drew towards the very same climax Jack was nearing. Her speed was faster, faster, faster. Oh yes, she rode that horny bastard like a one-horse open sleigh o’er the fields and through the snow. The clapping of her ass cheeks against him grew so loud that it was impossible to imagine the entire house wouldn’t soon be stirring.
“Ah! Ah! Ah!” Jack’s breathing grew sharp, his fingers dug into her backside, and his thighs flexed as he started to cum. And, like a pro, the Mistress Claus timed her orgasm with his, her pussy clenching tightly around him just as he began to spurt his load against her walls. Though her body began to convulse, she kept riding, slowing down now to really exploit Jack’s post-coital sensitivity. She was milking every droplet of his sperm, letting it fill her slit, and then pour stickily back down his softening cock.
The final wave of orgasm crashed over Mrs. Claus’ pale but rosy skin and she stood up. She smoothed her teddy and watched with satisfaction as a thick glob of cum dripped from her cunt onto Jack’s stomach.
“You can keep that,” she pursed her lips into a kiss, retrieved her shoes, repositioned her thong, and then drew a small scroll of paper from between her breasts. A pen, too, appeared from seemingly nowhere. She licked its tip and then crossed something off.
“All done!” She turned towards the door, but looked back over her shoulder before disappearing. Jack stared back in a daze, his cock laid bare and still dripping across his thigh. She gave his member one last look and then spoke in that low, sultry voice, “Have a Merry Christmas and a *very* Happy New Year.”
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/zsusnw/thats_mistress_claus_to_you_it_turns_out_that_mrs
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