Samantha hated being alone on Christmas. She sat by the warm fire with a cup of tea on Christmas eve, her mood a stark contrast from her surroundings. She was decidedly not merry and bright this year – Ty hadn’t been able to get the night off work so here she sat, at home by herself.
She sat up suddenly – amongst the familiar sounds of the fire she thought she heard a noise come from the garage. She walked across the kitchen to the door and opened it but didn’t see anything out of the ordinary. Her sedan was parked in its usual spot and the door that led outside was shut and locked. She stood there for a few seconds longer before deciding that the original sounds must have been her imagination and returning to the living room.
Just as she was headed to sit back down in the recliner, she caught a glimpse of something unfamiliar out the corner of her left eye. She gasped as she turned to look and found herself face to face with… Santa? Sam was too old to believe in Santa, but it sure LOOKED like Santa. Red outfit trimmed in white fur, white beard, black belt around the middle, even rosy cheeks. “What the hell?!” was all she managed to say before he let out a hearty “ho, ho, ho!” and grabbed her by the shoulders, spinning her quickly around so that her back was to him. He pulled her arms behind her back and began to tie her wrists together with a large red ribbon, humming to himself all the while.
“Wait a minute, who the hell are you?” she asked while struggling to break free from his grasp. When he didn’t respond she began to panic, letting out a loud “Help!” before feeling something made of fabric shoved deep into her mouth, causing her to gag. Now that her arms were tied and she wasn’t able to speak, she let out muffled shouts and tried to run away only to be held back by his left arm wrapped tightly around her small waist. She was trapped in his grasp, able to feel him breathe where he was pressed against her back. His right hand reached up and deftly unclasped her bra under her shirt, then wandered lower and began to unfasten the button on her jeans. Once he had the button undone, he immediately pushed his hand down the front of her pants and under her panties. She felt his fingers brush through her neatly trimmed hair and keep going until they found what they were searching for and began to move in small circles over her clit.
She couldn’t help herself – her screams and sobs began to sound more like moans and she leaned forward slightly in his grasp, unable to fully support her own weight while her legs were twitching in pleasure. He adjusted his grip so that his left arm was no longer encircling her waist but instead was reaching under her shirt and unfastened bra so he could cup her right breast in his hand. He began to massage her breast and occasionally give her nipple a soft pinch, eliciting a slightly louder moan from Sam when he did so. All the while he never let up his relentless assault on her clit, his fingers rapidly rubbing across her and making her whole body quiver.
Sam let out a gasp and a sad groan when he suddenly stopped and removed his hands from her body. She no longer attempted to run away and stood still, panting slightly. She felt his thumbs slip under the waistband of her jeans and then suddenly they were down to her ankles. She could feel the warmth of the fire against her bare thighs as she stepped out of her bottoms. He pushed her slightly towards the recliner and positioned her facing it with the front of her thighs against the armrest. His hand pushed on her back and she obliged, bending forward over the chair and resting her head against the opposite armrest, exposing her naked lower half to him.
The she heard him take off his belt, and she could see his coat fall open, exposing a smattering of hair across his bare chest. He folded the belt in his right hand, while using his left to grip her tightly by her left hip. She could feel his breath across the back of her neck when he leaned down and whispered, “I know you’ve been naughty.” He brought the belt down hard on the right side of her exposed ass. She yelped in surprise, pain, and a bit of excitement while he drew back his hand for a second strike. This time she let out a loud and guttural groan when he brought the belt back down. She felt him twitch against her ass from beneath his trousers and heard a faint moan escape his lips. She cried out from the pain as a red mark appeared from the belt, but he could see a faint glisten between her thighs and could hear her pant with excitement and anticipation. She had started to thoroughly enjoy being Santa’s little helper this year.
As she was recovering from the strike of his belt, she suddenly felt his left hand leave her hip and once again begin to work its way between her legs. She spread her legs slightly to make it easier for him to get to her throbbing pussy and he did not hesitate. She felt an immediate burst of pleasure as he thrust a finger inside of her, bringing down the belt for a third strike at the same time. She moaned loudly and he felt her tense slightly around his finger as he started to slowly stroke inside her. He kept a steady rhythm, just using a single finger, until her moans started to quiet and her breathing returned to a more regular pace. Then he added a second finger, stretching her further. She whimpered softly and pressed back on his hand, eager for more. But he kept up that steady pace until she was nearly crying from how badly she wanted more.
At this point he had her exactly where he wanted her, and they both knew it. He reached around and removed the gag from her mouth and she let out a small cough when it was gone. There was a faint trail of drool from the corner of her mouth down her chin, and there was a sheen of sweat across her forehead from the heat of the fire. Finally able to speak, she asked him a question, “What are you going to do with me?”
He leaned down and whispered, “What do you want for Christmas this year, Samantha?” She was caught off guard by him using her name, but she was distracted by his fingers still working inside of her. She looked up toward him and said, “Santa, what I wanted this year was to not be alone on Christmas. But now that you’re here with me, what I’d really like is for you to please fuck me. Please.” She wiggled her hips against his hand again as she pleaded, hoping he wouldn’t make her wait long.
She heard a zip and then felt his cock rest on top of her ass. With her hands still tied behind her back, it was in the perfect spot for her to reach. She heard him sigh with pleasure as she gripped him in her hand and began to stroke. He was rock hard and she felt a drop of precum on her fingers as she brushed up to the tip before stroking back down his shaft to the base. She reached down with her other hand and grabbed his balls, gently pulling on them and hearing him gasp with pleasure when she did. She could tell by how hard he was that he wouldn’t make her wait long.
He pulled away from her grasp, pressed the tip of his cock against her soaking wet slit and began to slowly push into her. Sam began to breathe heavily and moan as she felt him slowly fill her up. “Oh my god you are so warm and wet,” he exclaimed when he had finally inserted his full length inside her. He began slow, shallow thrusts in and out and Sam cried out in pleasure as she felt herself stretch to accommodate his size. He began to slowly increase the pace and strength of his thrusts, feeling her pussy clench around him as he began to pound her from behind. He reached his right hand around and began to rub her clit while he fucked her, causing her to scream as she felt the pressure of her oncoming orgasm begin to build. “If you keep doing that you’re going to make me cum,” she gasped out while feeling wave after wave of pleasure ripple through her body from her clit. He kept thrusting all the way inside her and said, “Cum with me baby.” As soon as she heard the words she began to convulse as her orgasm ripped through her. The feeling of her pussy twitching around him was all he needed, and she felt his warm cum release inside of her as he finished.
After a few seconds, he gently pulled himself out from inside her and pulled her upright to untie her hands. She laughed and said, “you know, you really scared me there for a bit.” Once her hands were free she turned around, reached up, and pulled off the white costume beard, revealing her husband’s face underneath. “Where on EARTH did you find this costume?” she asked. He laughed and said “Don’t worry about it. I just wanted to surprise you. Did it work?”
“Yes, it definitely worked. Merry Christmas, Santa.”
“Merry Christmas, Sam.”
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/kj1lk9/santas_little_helper_mf
Oh how I wish someone would make this happen for me! I have a santa fetish and this right here would fulfill so much for me!
It’s a good story but the name “Sam” throws me off a bit, seeing as it’s usually a guys name, I don’t mind if it’s a guy tho, just that the body parts down match and it throws me off.