T'Was the Morning of Christmas

T'was the morning of Christmas,
When all through the house,
Not a creature was stirring,
Not even a mouse.

The silk stockings were hung,
Haphazardly on chairs,
They'd forgot that St. Nicholas,
Was supposed to be there.

The scent of passion and cum,
Redolent in the air,
They'd all fallen asleep,
With not a moment to spare.

They expected no presents,
No ribbons, no wrappin's,
They'd all tried to be good,
But in a brothel, shit happens!

Santa had just finished
Watching the orgasmic show,
And nearly slipped off the ledge,
To the bushes below.

He straightened his cock,
And came with a jerk,
"There, that feels much better,
Time to get back to work!"

Through the back door he slipped,
With the trimmings and trappings,
It wouldn't do to be seen,
Jacking off in the wrappings!

"What a group," Santa said,
As he lugged in his pack,
"It takes talent to work here,
And a very strong back!"

His first stop was the desk,
Where the guest book was stashed,
And he checked out the list,
Counting presents and cash.

All the gifts were secure,
As he climbed up the stairs,
Began peeking in rooms,
Eyes widening as he stared.

His cock had grown hard again,
"Damn it!" he said.
"I can't get a hard-on,
There's no empty beds!"

Down the stairs he returned,
And instead set up stockings,
With each person's name,
Ignoring the throbbings.

The first stocking he tended,
Was Mistress Iris of fame.
A large feather duster,
And a cock ball-and-chain.

The next ones in line,
Belonged to the two sultry Madames.
In one slid a strap-on,
With lube slick as satin.

The other held trinkets,
Little clamps and some chains,
To add to the piercings,
So they'd look the same.

Hanging right next to those,
Belonged to Marcus and Bastian.
Cockrings for both,
And a large leash to fasten.

Jirani's stocking was silk,
Into which went a small box,
When she opened it up,
She'd find keys for new stocks.

Alexander was first,
In row number two,
A thong made of silk,
In a bright shade of blue.

Heidi's also was there,
Since she was his pet,
A gift certificate made out
for a collar-leash set.

Into Tyler's went plastic,
In credit-card fashion,
He could buy all he wished,
And not miss any action.

For Mark and Sariah,
He planned a different guise.
A bottle and blanket,
In small, newborn size.

Alistair's hung there too,
With Sissi's sleek set,
A shiny new collar,
For the Master's new pet.

Silk scarves for bondage,
And music to charm,
Santa now ached to leave,
With a girl on each arm.

For Joe there appeared,
An anal plug thong,
And Charlotte received
A vibrator, thick and long.

For Constance a bra,
With nipples cut out,
To wear under her sweater,
When Simon was about.

To Simon himself,
A sweet gift of silk panties.
Santa realized his fetishes
Were making him randy.

For Bill and for Daisy
A pair of gold rings,
To wear as they wished...
Santa knew of those things.

Onto Jerrod and Taylor,
The vixen and the boy,
Santa left a selection
Of vibrators and toys.

Patrice, Amber and Dom,
Went all into one,
Where Santa stuffed oils,
That tasted better than cum.

Iolaus and Raven,
Had rather odd gifts,
A ball gag for the slave,
And for the Master, a whip.

For Gerard there was lube,
And for Josh, Anal-Ease,
Santa knew just how much
Gerard's cock was a squeeze.

In Matthias's stocking,
A vivid reminder...
A photo of Jirani
From when finances were kinder.

For Vincent and Rebecca,
Santa slipped in something new,
A video camera,
That Vincent could use.

Yuriko and William
Each had their own sock.
Which Bazo watched over
With threats by his cock.

Yuriko got jewels,
And William got money
So he could go buy
His own gifts for his honey.

Teri got her tattoo renewed
Of the two Octopi,
She would now feel forever,
Their effects on her thighs.

Callador and Melody,
The two pets in the tank,
Would be allowed to mate freely,
With Iris to thank.

Becca and Valerie,
Violet and Lance,
Would be flooded with orgasms
No matter what stance.

Anastasia and Becky
Would each get a toy,
A strap-on for each,
To bring each other joy.

Marcus Kane was a tough one,
Since he'd just arrived,
But Santa figured that cash,
Would more than suffice.

Little Rose was a tough one,
Santa figured his best,
Her virginity returned
To her would be the test.

Would it work? Santa wondered.
It would need trying out.
But what purpose would it serve
To shove in, then pull out?

Marie Laveau was the last,
Santa had something great.
He wanted to deliver
His gift to her straight.

Empty sack over his shoulder,
Santa strolled to the place,
Already dropping his pants,
A huge smile on his face.

"Why, Santa!" she cried,
Her arms held outspread.
Santa shuddered a moment,
And then shook his head.

"My gift for you, dear,
Is something unique.
Now get on your knees,"
He said, kissing her cheek.

Marie did as he told,
And dropped to the ground,
And with hard cock at the ready,
Santa then went to town.

The screams and the groans,
The lustful desire,
Blazed brightly and hotter
Than the largest bonfire.

More than once, Santa came,
And Marie was so grateful.
When they finished, Santa said,
"Cookies?" she replied, "Here's a plateful."

He munched on the cookies,
As she sucked on his cock,
He blew his load again,
And stayed hard as a rock.

"Oh, Marie," Santa groaned,
As he took her again,
Marie wrapped arms around him
And kissed as she rode him.

They climaxed together,
Biting and growling,
No one could ignore
The passionate howling.

At long last they parted,
Santa put on his suit.
He kissed the sly woman
As she handed over his boot.

"Til next Christmas, Marie,"
She said, "I'll be waiting!"
Santa smiled and waved,
His erection was sated.

He climbed in his sleigh,
Settled into the seat,
Wiped the sweat from his brow,
And said, "Boy, am I beat!"

Santa took up the reins
And gave them a shake,
"That Marie," he said aloud,
"Is icing on the cake!"

The reindeer took off
And as he rode into the night,
"Merry Christmas to all...
And to all, a great night!!"

Happy Holidays!!!!