A Crossdresser's Night Before Xmas

'Twas the night before Christmas,
and all through the house,
Not a creature was stirring,
not even my spouse.

Visions of stockings,
danced through my head,
So very quietly,
I climbed out of bed.

I opened the drawer,
that holds my wife's underwear,
Rummaged around,
and pulled out a pair.

I snuck down the stairs,
not making a sound,
You see I like wearing them,
when no one's around.

I laid on the sofa,
to get off if I could,
My dick in silk panties,
feels so dog-gone good.

Suddenly I realized,
I was no longer alone.
Staring at me was a fat elf,
or some kind of a gnome.

All dressed in red,
with a grin on his face,
He dropped his pants,
beneath were garters and lace!

He said, "Santa only cums,
one time each year,
And this time will be,
in your mouth my dear."

He walked toward me,
yanked his cock out,
Said, "Suck it bitch,
and you better not pout."

So I took it all,
it wasn't that big,
And after a while,
he squealed like pig.

He dumped his load,
as he fucked my face,
Then rubbed his nose,
and was gone with no trace.

So I popped my cock,
out of the panties to wank,
When I heard from the roof,
a loud cry, my heart sank.

"Merry Christmas to all,
and to all a good night,
A man dressed in panties,
is a wonderful sight!"

Suddenly from the stairs,
I hear my wife exclaim,
Staring at me in her panties,
the silky white ones, really quite plain.

Then her eyes spied,
a gift on the floor,
Santa had left only one present,
not a single one more.

She opened the box,
and stared at it long,
Then she pulled out,
a massive black strap-on dong.

For hours that night,
she fucked my butt,
And if I complained,
she said, "Shut up, you slut."

So I hope your Christmas,
is full of good cheer,
And that you're as well used,
as I've been this year.