I wrapped my hands around the warm mug, the scent of cinnamon and mulled wine floating upwards, and watched the snow falling outside. There was already a thick blanket of white covering the outside world, although the snow had eased up into a steady stream of delicate flakes. I took a sip of mulled wine and let it warm me from the inside out.
“Picturesque, isn’t it?” Julia spoke from behind me. “A proper white Christmas.”
“It is,” I agreed, turning to smile at her.
Julia’s house was like something out of a magazine; her open plan living room and kitchen was wood-panelled and tastefully decorated, even with all the Christmas wreaths and fairy lights. A large, red-brick fireplace stood proudly in the middle of the room, the open flame dancing hypnotically and making the whole place cosy and warm.
“Thank you again for having me round,” I settled down on the sofa, nestled amongst the many blankets.
“Don’t worry about it. I’d much rather have you here than either of us being alone for Christmas,” Julia’s eyes crinkled as she smiled at me. She was older than me but carried it extremely well; there was an elegance to her features and a self-confidence that I admired.
“Well, I’m glad to be here. It’s been a while since we really spent much time together.”
“I know, I’m sorry, Ruby,” Julia sighed and reached for her own mug of mulled wine. She sat next to me and curled her legs up underneath her. “Work has been… well, it’s been work.”
A memory came back to me of meeting Julia for a quick lunch when she had a spare half an hour at work. She showed up in her red silk blouse and black pencil skirt, hugging her figure. She strode over, her stilettos snapping off the floor, a confident sway in her hips. She towered over me in those heels and I remembered the butterflies that appeared out of nowhere in my stomach when I realised that even though she had immediately commanded the room, it was me she was paying attention to.
“… but I wanted that promotion so I’ve only got myself to blame,” she continued.
“Right,” I swallowed, my throat suddenly dry. I took another gulp of mulled wine.
“Can I top you up?”
“Oh,” I glanced down and realised my mug was nearly empty. “Yes, please.”
Julia got up to refill both of our drinks, padding over to the kitchen. I watched her go, trying and failing to avert my eyes from where her yoga pants clung to her form. I cleared my throat, trying to wipe away the thoughts I was having. This was one of my oldest friends, for God’s sake. What was wrong with me?
“Ruby? You okay?” Julia returned with the drinks, holding my mug out for me. She was looking at me curiously.
“Yeah, sorry,” I shook my head and smiled apologetically. “Just a bit distracted.”
“Mmm,” she smirked, sitting back down. Was it my imagination or was she sitting a little bit closer this time? “Let me guess… dating woes?”
“Huh?” I was snapped out of my daydreaming. “What makes you think that? I’m not even seeing anyone.”
“Well, no but…” she made a face.
“But what?”
“You just… you kind of pick the wrong people sometimes.”
I frowned, not sure if I should be offended.
“Wrong how?”
“To be frank, they’re assholes.”
I barked with laughter, her candour being one of the things that had made our friendship last.
“Okay, yeah, you might have a point,” I grinned, tipping my mug towards her in a ‘touché’ gesture. “What happened to whatshername, anyway? Miranda?”
“Amanda. Yeah,” Julia took a long drink. “That didn’t work out.”
She shimmied her shoulders as if to shake off the thought. I was temporarily distracted by the bouncing under her loose sweater but managed to avert my eyes just as she looked at me.
“So, what is it about them?” she asked me, moving closer as if we were huddling together to discuss our secrets.
“About who?”
“The assholes. What’s making you go for them?”
“Oh,” I sighed, leaning my head back on the sofa. “It’s going to sound so stupid.”
“Nothing you can say will be stupid,” Julia assured me. Her dark eyes bore into mine and I felt something between the familiar comfort of my old friend and something else that made my heart thump.
“Well…” I chewed my lip. “I like the… dominance. In bed.”
“I see,” Julia barely contained a grin and took a sip of her drink.
“I knew you’d think it was stupid.”
“No, not at all!” she shook her head. “I’d actually say it’s pretty common.”
“Really?”
She nodded so, encouraged, I pressed on.
“Well, it’s hard to meet someone who has that dominance during sex and *isn’t* an asshole.”
“Not true!” Julia laughed. “There’s plenty.”
“I’ve never met them.”
“What about me?”
She looked at me intensely then, her previous laughter reduced to a slight smile in the corner of her lips.
“I’m not an asshole,” she said lightly. “And I’ve been told I’m…”
Her eyes trailed down from my face to my legs and back up again, as if scouring every inch of me. I stopped breathing.
“Dominant,” she eventually finished with a smirk. She sipped her drink, looking at me over the rim of the mug.
“You’re, uh… you’re definitely not an asshole,” I chuckled, suddenly nervous. My heart was thumping furiously against my ribcage.
“Have they ever made you cum?” she asked suddenly, her tone casual.
“Have they… oh, um,” I spluttered, cheeks burning. This is ridiculous, I told myself. Julia and I had talked about sex plenty of times over the years. Why was this time making me feel so bashful? And worse… horny.
“Well?” Julia raised an eyebrow expectantly.
“Um, no. No, they haven’t actually.”
She tutted and shook her head.
“A crying shame.”
“Is it?” my mouth was suddenly dry.
“You’re a beautiful woman, Ruby,” she told me as if it were obvious. “You should be getting something out of sex with these people.”
I blushed furiously.
“Well, you could…”
Julia cocked her head, curious.
“Could what?”
Feeling deeply awkward, I was thankful for the mug so I had something to do with my hands.
“I guess… show me?” I swallowed. “As a friend?”
This made her laugh and she placed her mug down on the side table.
“Just a friendly, platonic orgasm?” she grinned and my shame deepened.
“Sorry,” I turned away. “That was probably really weird. I don’t… I don’t want to make this weird.”
“You mean us? Our friendship?”
I nodded, not making eye contact.
“Hey,” Julia spoke softly, reaching over to put her hand on mine. “You haven’t made anything weird. We’ve been friends far too long to be embarrassed about this.”
I dragged my eyes up to meet hers.
“Are you sure?”
“Absolutely,” she smiled. “Look, I’ve got an idea. A lot of friends test this kind of boundary when they’re young; why don’t we do the same?”
“What do you mean?” I asked, intrigued. My embarrassment was slowly melting away when I realised she wasn’t weirded out by my proposition.
“You ever played Seven Minutes in Heaven?”
—-
I wasn’t sure where this was going but nodded.
“Let’s play that. With our age gap, we didn’t get to be young and dumb together,” she moved herself closer. “But we can try it now?”
Her question lingered in the air. My heart felt like it was going to burst out of my chest; in the silence that followed, I’m sure we could both hear it.
“Yes,” I breathed. Julia’s face broke out in a grin.
“Come here,” she beckoned me, leading me to the large, plush rug laying in front of the fireplace. We sat down, lit by the red glow of the flames. Shadows danced across her features.
Julia tapped her phone a few times, setting a timer for seven minutes.
“There we go,” she said softly before turning to look at me. I sat cross-legged in front of her, feeling every bit as giddy as a schoolgirl, as she folded her legs beneath her and kneeled on the rug. With our positioning and the extra height she had on me, she was already dominating my view.
Julia softly gripped my jaw with her hand, her palm under my chin, and I felt immediately powerless. My limbs turned to jelly and my shoulders dropped; my submissive side had quickly made itself known. She bent down and kissed me, her hand still holding my head in place. Her lips were soft against mine and when she parted my mouth to slide in her tongue, I gave no resistance.
I melted into the kiss. Julia took her time, almost toying with me, as I chased her lips with my own. Her other hand had found its way onto my waist and was pulling me closer, forcing my back to arch. I placed my hands on her chest, feeling the swell of her breasts under her sweater but afraid to go any further. She ran her tongue along mine and we made out like teenagers, moaning into each other’s mouths.
When the timer went off, to my disappointment, she broke away from the kiss.
“Wait,” I said. My cheeks felt flushed and I was slightly out of breath. “Can we… just for another minute?”
Julia looked at me and I swallowed.
“Please?”
She smiled and playfully raised an eyebrow.
“I do like it when you beg.”
I was taken aback by her response; my old friend had never had such an edge to her voice when she had spoken to me before. But I would be lying if I said I didn’t like it.
Julia put her hand on my chest and gently pushed me back onto the floor. She nestled her hips between my legs.
“Beg.”
I blushed and did as she said.
“Please. Please kiss me again.”
To my relief, she obliged, pressing her lips against mine again. This time she wasn’t as gentle or slow and she had one hand tangled in my hair to keep me where she wanted me.
Julia pinned my arms above my head. I inhaled sharply, the feeling of being overpowered causing a warmth between my legs. Leaving one hand wrapped around my wrists, Julia let the other hand trail down my body. I felt exposed beneath her even though I was fully-clothed; her intense gaze made me feel naked. Her eyes went downward and in one swift movement, she pulled my sweater up and over my breasts. For the sake of comfort, I had gone without a bra as I didn’t think she would notice under my baggy sweater. A sly smile broke out on Julia’s face.
“Good girl,” she said and I melted beneath her. “You’ve made this nice and easy for me.”
Her fingers teased tantalisingly upward, sliding from my waist to softly cup one of my breasts. She licked her lips and lowered her head, taking my nipple in her mouth. My back arched instinctively upward and each graze of her teeth sent a jolt through my body. Julia moved from one breast to the other. She became rougher, hungrier, and the hand she was using to pin me beneath her eventually joined the other to grope me.
“Keep your arms where they are while I play with you,” she ordered.
“Y-yes,” I whispered and she looked at me sharply, firelight dancing in her eyes.
“Call me mistress.”
“Yes, mistress,” I replied obediently and she responded by tugging my sweater over my head and flinging it to the side. The warmth from the fire coated my bare skin.
“Do you like your mistress playing with your body?” she asked me, rolling one of my nipples between her fingers.
“Yes, mistress.”
“Do you want me to keep going?”
“Yes, mistress, please. Please,” I begged the way I now knew she liked, squirming beneath her. There was an ache between my legs that I desperately needed her to touch.
Julia sat back, hooking her fingers in the top of my leggings and underwear and sliding them down my legs. Once they had been tossed to the side, she ran her hands up my inner thighs, pushing them apart. I had a sudden moment of clarity that I was lying completely naked underneath my oldest friend as she saw the most vulnerable part of me. The thought was quickly lost when Julia dipped her head and gave me what I had been aching for.
She softly kissed my pussy before running her tongue along my slit in one long, deep lick. Her hands were clamped on my inner thighs, keeping my legs apart for her while she feasted on me.
“Thank you, mistress,” I breathed, closing my eyes.
Julia quickly picked up her pace, hungrily sucking on my lips before sliding her tongue inside me. She moaned as she sought more of my honey. One of her hands moved around the top of my thigh until it was resting on my mound. With her finger and thumb, she pulled upwards, exposing my clit from its hood. The warm air tickled my sensitive bud for a few seconds before Julia moved her mouth over it, gently sucking and using deft strokes with the broad of her tongue. I couldn’t believe how skilled she was, how much I had been missing out on this entire time. The fantasies I’d had were nowhere close to what Julia was doing to me and I knew my orgasm was nearing. Julia’s hard grip on my thighs coupled with her soft tongue was bringing me to the brink.
My body arched and shuddered as I came, my moans filling the room. Julia kept me pinned where I was as I bucked beneath her, her relentless tongue not stopping until I was too sensitive to continue.
When she rose, her mouth glistened with my wetness but she didn’t wipe it away.
“T-thank you, mistress,” I managed to whisper even though I could barely feel my legs. I kept my eyes closed in bliss as the last remains of my orgasms washed over me but could feel Julia’s hand back in my hair. She used her grip to turn my head to the side, exposing my neck. Her tongue ran along my windpipe, sending shivers down my body, before she gently bit and sucked at my skin.
“Ruby…” she whispered, her lips now back on mine. I took her tongue into my mouth, tasting myself. “It’s time to serve your mistress now.”
Julia stood up and quickly stripped down until she was naked in front of me. I looked blearily up at her, the warm firelight bathing her body in a fiery glow. I made to get up but she stopped me.
“Stay where you are,” she ordered, slinking back down to the floor. I automatically parted my legs for her but she crawled over me until her thighs were on each side of my head. The smell of her arousal was intoxicating and I could see her lips glistening.
Julia resumed her hand on my wrist so I was helplessly pinned beneath her while her other hand was placed on the back of my skull. She gently lifted my head from the floor until my mouth was in line with her pussy.
“Eat.”
I immediately obeyed, opening my mouth and taking in her pussy. She tasted beautiful and I lapped at her eagerly. My tongue delved deeper, seeking more of her nectar. Julia moaned above me.
“Good girl,” she gasped and began grinding against my mouth.
I flicked my tongue over her bud and felt her shudder in response. Encouraged, I repeated the movement, using swift, light strokes. Julia’s thighs quivered and I knew she was going to cum on my face. The smell of her arousal was thick in the air.
The moan she made when she came made my body throb and I knew I was wet again. She didn’t let me go immediately so I made the most of it and tried to lick up as much of her as I could until she gripped my hair and pulled my head back towards the floor.
“What an excellent little slut you are,” she breathed.
“Thank you, mistress,” I looked up at her, my face covered in her juices.
“I think you’ve earned a reward,” she smiled. “Get on all fours and wait for me.”
Julia climbed off and padded away with the familiar confident sway of her hips. I was temporarily in awe of the fact that I was seeing her doing something I was so accustomed to, her self-assured stride, but in a completely new way. That I would never be able to look at her walk again without remembering what her naked body looks like underneath her tight pencil skirt and blouse.
I did what she had ordered me to do, moving onto all fours until my ass was in the air and facing the fireplace, despite my wobbly legs. I obediently didn’t turn when I heard her come back in the room.
“Good girl,” she spanked me. The sting was delicious and I felt my wetness start to run down the inside of my thigh.
I could hear unfamiliar sounds from behind me and fought the urge the turn and see what she was doing. This was Julia, I reminded myself. I trust her.
Eventually, I felt her hands as they ran over the soft skin of my ass and up towards my hips. She gabbed them suddenly, her grip like iron. I could feel something else as well, hard and pressing against my pussy. A strap-on, I realised with a start.
“I think my little slut deserves a good fucking,” Julia punctuated this with another spank.
“Yes, mistress, please fuck me,” I pleaded, allowing the most submissive parts of me to take over. The way Julia spoke to me was turning my limbs to jelly and I wanted nothing more than to have her completely dominate me.
“I can’t hear you,” she replied with another spank, harder this time.
“Please fuck me, mistress!” I raised my voice desperately.
“Good girl.”
Julia pressed the head of her strap-on against my entrance, teasing me. I tried to push my hips back but she held me by the waist.
“Patience,” she said firmly, waiting for me to stay still. Once she was satisfied, she pushed forward, penetrating me slowly with her plastic cock. It wasn’t too long but it was thick and I could feel it stretching the walls of my pussy. I moaned, arching my back and resting my face against the floor to give her better access.
“That’s a good slut,” Julia used one hand to stroke my back. “You going to take it all?”
“Yes, mistress,” I moaned into the rug. She pulled back before pushing even deeper until she was buried to the hilt. Her fingers were dug hard enough into my hips to leave bruises.
She pumped slowly, making sure I could accommodate the girth of her strap-on, and reached underneath to rub tight circles around my clit. I moaned loudly at the full feeling of her plastic dildo stretching my hole and the knowledge that every stroke of my clit was making me wetter and easier for her to fuck me.
Once she knew I had adjusted to the size, my pussy dripping, she began to pick up the pace. She slammed the strap-on inside me, using her grip on my hips to pull me back and forward. I relished the feeling of being bent over, my pussy spread, and being fucked into the rug. I was so utterly submissive, so completely obedient to the whims of my mistress. The smooth plastic was rubbing against all of my most sensitive spots and I could feel my orgasm building. Julia must have known because she suddenly pulled out and pushed me until I was lying on my back again.
“I want to see your face when you cum for me,” she said before sinking herself back inside my welcoming pussy. She watched my breasts as they bounced under her force, grabbing one and tweaking my nipple. It was enough to tip me over the edge.
My second orgasm crashed over me. I cried out as waves of pleasure surged through my body, curling my toes and bucking my hips. Julia watched me the whole time, eyes glazed over with lust. When my orgasm began to subside, she remained inside me.
“You were beautiful,” she whispered before leaning down to kiss me. She kept herself fully buried inside me as we kissed, a link between our bodies. This time she wasn’t rough but passionate, her hand cupping my face as we embraced.
After several minutes, she pulled out, leaving me feeling empty. Once she had removed the strap-on, we stayed lying on the rug in front of the fire. Our naked bodies were entwined, my head resting on her chest and my leg thrown over hers. She wrapped her arms around me and pulled me close.
The high was slowly ebbing away and leaving us in a haze. Julia absently traced small circles on my arm with her thumb. Despite being completely spent, the feeling still stirred something inside me.
“I’d like you to do that again,” I said quietly, reluctant to break the comfortable silence.
Julia chuckled softly.
“You’ll have to beg for it,” I could hear the smile in her voice.
“I will,” with my head on her chest, I easily found her breasts with my mouth. I kissed them slowly, the skin soft under my lips. Although it turned me on, we were both spent from the evening we’d had and Julia gently pulled my mouth away.
“We’ll have time for that later,” she soothed me, stroking my hair. I felt my eyelids getting heavy as the adrenaline wore off and found myself sinking into a deep, comforting sleep.
And awoke to the sound of footsteps on the roof.
I opened my eyes groggily, still tangled in Julia’s limbs. She was sleeping next to me, breathing softly, her lips slightly parted. The smell of our sex was mingled with the smoke from the fireplace. Cracking one eye open, I saw the fire had died down into smouldering, black logs. We must have been asleep for hours.
Gently disentangling myself from Julia so as not to wake her, I sat up and looked around. The room was much darker without the light from the fire and the night sky was pitch black outside. The snow was falling steadily.
I looked upwards at the sudden sound of jingling bells. Frowning, I thought I must still be dreaming when the sound of footprints started up again. They sounded heavy, like someone with thick boots was clambering on the roof.
Julia stirred next to me.
“What’s wrong?” she asked, slurring slightly from just waking up.
“Listen,” I whispered, placing a finger on her lips and pointing up towards the ceiling.
We waited in silence for a few moments before she heard it; footsteps. Julia was immediately alert. Our eyes were glued to the ceiling as we traced the noises across the roof until it abruptly stopped at the chimney. I heard a sharp intake of breath from Julia and turned my gaze to her. She was biting her bottom lip.
“He’s coming down,” she breathed, her lips curving into a cunning smile before she turned to look at me. “Let’s get on his naughty list.”
Before I could respond, Julia snaked her hand around the back of my neck and pulled me towards her, pressing her mouth against mine in a lust-filled kiss. My submissiveness took over once more and I allowed her to slide her tongue inside. I barely registered the muffled grunting sounds echoing from the chimney until I heard a loud thud in the fireplace.
Julia and I broke apart in time to see a large figure dressed in red velvet and white fur trim, standing in front of the fireplace. He eyed us curiously.
“You should be in bed,” he eventually spoke, his voice gruff. He made to turn around but Julia stopped him.
“Santa,” she said breathily. “I was so hoping you’d visit. But I’m sorry; I haven’t been able to write my Christmas list to you this year.”
She sounded genuinely sorrowful, except for the husky undertones in her voice. Santa considered her for a moment.
“Well,” he eventually broke the silence. “Why don’t you get dressed and-”
“Oh,” Julia interrupted, sounding offended. “Don’t you like how we look, Santa?”
To emphasise her point, she rose to her feet, taking my hand and pulling me up with her. She jutted her hip proudly and snaked an arm around my waist, as if displaying ourselves. Which, I realised, we were. Santa seemed a bit startled and re-adjusted his wide, black belt. His eyes lingered on our naked forms.
“Well,” he coughed. “If you ladies are comfortable, that’s all that matters.”
He strode over to the sofa and sat down, his legs wide apart. There was a noticeable bulge between his legs, which he tried and failed to readjust. I licked my lips, thinking about what his cock would be like. He patted his knee in invitation.
“Come and tell Santa what you want for Christmas.”
We didn’t need to be told twice. Julia and I slid ourselves onto his lap. His hulking form dwarfed ours and we snuggled comfortably up to his chest.
“Oh, Santa,” Julia sighed. “You work so hard all year. Maybe we should be asking you what you want for Christmas?”
“Well…” Santa shifted underneath us. His hands had subconsciously fallen to our waists, holding us close to him.
“Maybe it’s something like this?”
Julia didn’t wait for him to respond before she tipped her chin up and kissed him softly. It was a slow, seductive kiss, her hand running up his chest to rest on his neck. She pulled back slightly and looked at me pointedly.
Pleased, I followed suit. My lips found his and we kissed deeply, his mouth tasting like sweet peppermint. Julia joined us shortly after and the three of us kissed in union, our tongue slipping between one another, until Santa broke the kiss…
“I’m… I’m not really sure this is what a man in my position should be doing,” he didn’t sound like he believed himself.
“Is this something else you’d like for Christmas, Santa?” Julia purred and reached up to cup one of my breasts. Santa licked his lips, gazing intently at my tits as she squeezed them.
“I…” Santa had a moment of hesitation before leaning down to take my nipple in his mouth. His beard rubbed against my skin as he sucked, a slight moan escaping him. His hand was now rubbing slow circles on my hip as he pulled me closer.
“That’s right,” Julia encouraged him. Her hand had now reached down to rub his large bulge over his trousers. “You deserve a treat.”
Santa moved over to Julia and began sucking on her nipple. She arched her back, pushing her chest closer to his mouth. While Santa enjoyed sucking and playing with our tits, Julia pulled me towards her for a rough, dominant kiss.
We stayed that while for several minutes until Santa decided that he wanted more. His hands searched downwards to find our pussies but, to my dismay, Julia slid off his lap and took me with her. We slipped gently to the ground between his legs, pressed against his inner thigh.
“We’re terribly sorry but we have no milk and cookies to offer you,” Julia teased.
He looked down at us and said nothing; he was breathing hard and his bulge was rock solid.
“Won’t you allow us to offer you something else instead?” Julia smiled at him in a way she knew people couldn’t look away from.
“What,” he spoke slowly, the lust in his eyes turning his features animalistic. “… can you offer me?”
Julia turned up the wattage on her smile and, her hand on the back of my neck, gently pushed my face forward until I was in front of his crotch.
“Put on a good show for our guest,” Julia whispered in my ear.
Obediently, I gazed up at his face and began to pull down his red velvet trousers – just enough so that his already hard cock sprang free. The sight of him towering over us and the pressure of Julia’s hand as she pushed my mouth towards him was making my pussy drip with anticipation.
I licked my lips before parting them and slowly, very slowly, took his cock in my mouth. Santa gave a low groan as my warm mouth enveloped him. I savoured the taste of his salty precum, swirling my tongue around his head before sinking him even deeper. Santa’s cock throbbed against my tongue as Julia whispered encouragement to me and stroked my hair.
“That’s a good girl,” she murmured.
She gently pushed me against his crotch, until he was completely sheathed in my mouth, my nose pressed against him. Santa groaned as I gagged slightly, my throat constricting around his cock. Julia pulled me back, letting his cock leave my mouth and allowing me a moment to gasp for air. Long strings of saliva joined my lips with his rock solid shaft.
Julia pushed me back onto his cock but, this time, she joined me. We sucked and licked him together, occasionally joining for a sloppy kiss around his raging, purple head. Her hand had dropped from my neck and was replaced by Santa as he placed a large, coal-streaked hand on each of our heads. He didn’t say anything but intently watched us as we knelt before him, passionately sucking him off.
Just as my jaw began to ache, Julia pulled back.
“Santa,” she placed a hand on his thigh and looked up at him with sultry eyes. “We may not have cookies but we do have something for you to eat.”
At this, Julia placed a hand on my shoulder and pushed until I was lying on my back. She pulled my legs apart, exposing my glistening pussy. Santa stared, transfixed.
“Take your fill,” she told him, sliding her hand down to spread my lips. My arousal was plain for him to see and my clit was throbbing with need.
Without hesitation, he sank forward onto his knees and grabbed my thighs. His dark eyes glinted as he lowered himself and ran his warm tongue up my slit. Julia watched as Santa enthusiastically licked my pussy, rubbing his face against my lips until his snow-white beard was coated in my nectar.
“Mmm,” he moaned, eyes closed as he lapped at me.
“Fuck…” I gasped, grabbing Julia. She responded by sucking on my tits, her teeth lightly grazing over my nipples. The double stimulation was overwhelming. I was so turned on that Santa’s tongue flicking over my exposed bud was enough to tip me over the edge.
I cried out as my orgasm shook me from head to toe, Santa’s relentless mouth still feasting on me and causing a second, slightly smaller wave of pleasure.
“Please,” I begged, my pussy so sensitive that I needed to pull away. He eventually let me, his face shiny with my juices.
“More,” he spoke, his voice hoarse and lust-lined.
“Anything for our guest,” Julia sounded equally hoarse.
She let him lie back and climbed over him until she was straddling his face, the same thing she had done to me hours before. Santa responded by wrapping his hands around her thighs and pulling her down towards him, beginning his feast anew. There was no space between Julia’s pussy and his mouth as he sucked and licked at her lips.
Slightly dazed from my powerful orgasm, I simply watched them for a few minutes. I could hear impatient stamping on the roof and assumed he had spend longer here than he was meant to. The thought gave me a secret thrill.
“Ruby,” Julia spoke but didn’t look at me, busy staring down at Santa as she ground herself against his mouth. “Be a good girl and take care of our guest’s cock.”
“Yes, mistress.”
Santa was still fully-clothed apart from where we had pulled his cock free. It was standing to attention, still hard and wet from our saliva. I crawled over and straddled him behind Julia, my pussy hovering above his cock.
Slowly, I began to lower myself down. I heard Santa’s muffled moans as my welcoming pussy wrapped around his thick cock. Due to the several orgasms I’d had, there was minimal resistance and he fit snugly inside me. I breathed out in satisfaction as I sank myself completely down, feeling him fill me up.
Julia writhed and moaned, her body shuddering in delight as Santa ate her to orgasm. She climbed off his face, collapsing to the side. Her skin was coated in a light sheen of sweat. With Julia to the side, Santa switched his attention to me. His dark eyes pierced mine and he ran his hands up my thighs.
“Naughty,” he growled. His fingers came to a rest at my waist where he his grip became hard.
“Yes,” I gasped. I began swaying my hips back and forward, making his cock rub against my g-spot. He reached up with one hand and grabbed my breast, kneading it beneath his large, calloused hand. The roughness of his palm against my sensitive nipple was like a jolt through my body.
I put my hands on his chest, feeling the red velvet beneath my fingers. I could feel the bulk of him underneath me, his body not just large but strong and powerful. My pussy was gushing at the realisation that I was fucking Santa, his cock filling me completely.
“Punish me,” I whispered. “Fuck me, Santa.”
He replied with another deep growl, the one hand that wasn’t groping my breast moving down to cup my ass. With a sudden movement, he spanked me hard. The sting was painful and arousing all at once. I gritted my teeth and he rubbed the tender skin softly before landing another hard skelp against my ass.
At this point, I had stopped grinding and was now bouncing my pussy up and down his cock. Each time I slammed down, it rang against my over-sensitive clit and I brought myself closer to orgasm. Santa’s spanks became harder, his groping rougher, and I knew he was close as well. The idea that he was going to fill me with his cum pushed me to the edge.
“Cum on Santa’s cock,” he ordered me.
His words sent me careening towards an orgasm. My body jerked uncontrollably, but Santa held me fast, his hand like iron on my waist. He continued to move me on his cock while I came, not satisfied until he had filled me. My pussy contracted violently around his dick and a few seconds later, he moaned loudly and I felt the first burst of his cum.
I looked down, watching his face contort with pleasure as he released a torrent of cum, flooding my insides. His cock throbbed, sending thick ropes deep inside my pussy.
“Yes,” I whispered. “Thank you.”
I was reluctant to climb off but eventually did, his softening cock slipping out of me. His cum was already dripping out but Julia caught some on her finger and sucked it off.
“Mmm,” she smiled before turning to Santa. “Be sure to visit us again next year.”
Santa looked at us, pulling his trousers back up and tucking himself away. He made his way back to the fireplace and for a second I didn’t think he was going to say anything, until he half-turned towards us.
“Merry Christmas.”
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