Christmas BBW

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It was the night before Christmas,
All alone in my den
Stroking my cock,
to big girls again.
Pumping the shaft of my penis with zest,
Wishing to cum on a double NN chest.

I shot my load all over the floor,
While I imagined being a BBW's whore.
Then I pulled up my night pants,
Still uncomfortably tight
And hoped I'd feel better
After a long dreamless night.

No sooner though had I closed my eyes,
Then I was assaulted by elves who screamed,
"Surprise!".
I was bound hand and foot,
bag on my head.
I thought that surely I soon would be dead.

The elves they just laughed, "Fear not little man"
"It's the will of the mistress",
"It's part of her plan".
Then with a great noise I was whisked away
And awoke a bit later,
Unsure of the day.

My bindings were gone,
And I lay on the floor.
But I jumped up quite startled,
when I heard the door.
There in the doorway, crafted with care
Was a porcelain BBW with deep dark red hair.

Her lips were red fire,
skin like fresh snow,
with rosy red cheeks and a cute button nose.
Her breasts were huge L cups,
If not then and some more.
And her huge yet firm ass dropped my jaw to the floor.

The blood left my brain,
Went straight to my cock,
I felt my balls strain,
As she started to walk.
Toward me she strode with a confident air
Batting blue eyes, face framed in red hair.

Running her fingers over my chest,
She slinked all around me and pinched on my ass.
"I'd ask", she did whisper,
"if you like what you see",
"but that tent you are pitching is all the answer I need".

With a quick wink,
my pants fell on the floor.
"Now what should we do, my little man whore?".
Quickly she guided me up to her bed,
My cock now exposed throbbing purple and red.

Then taking the length of my cock in her hand
She sucked on the tip and massaged both my glands.
My knees grew weak instantly,
I was ready to pop
When she quit her ministrations
And said we should stop.

"You're here for me, my pleasure comes first".
"Worship my body, like a good little slut"
"In fact I think you should start with my butt".
Eagerly, eagerly I sucked and I licked.
Her asshole, her pussy,
as she stroked my dick.

Her belly, her tits I worshiped them all,
And kissed her red lips while she tugged on my balls.
And after I pleased her more times than I could count
She pushed me on the bed and my cock she did mount.

Her pussy was perfect,
So warm and so tight,
I wished I would last
and feel it all night.
But with her sweet belly and tits in my face
It wouldn't be long if she kept up the pace.

Then all at once it arose from my balls
Along with a moan that rattled the walls.
"I'm cumming!" I screamed, "I cumming for you".
"Yes! Your mind and your body belong now to me"
"Submit, boy slut, to my hot warm pussy!"

When I had cum I was sure we were done,
But my goddess was ready for still yet more fun.
She laid her finger aside of her nose,
And with a quick spell, once again my dick rose.
And my balls swelled with cum with a kiss of her nose.

Christmas night is magic,
It lasts longer than most
And used every minute to fuck my hot host.
I had just finished shooting a load on her chest
When she sighed, "Now it over",
And we both need a rest".

I begged and I pleaded
I would never roam.
"I know you won't sweetie, but Santa is home".
"You're Mrs. Claus?", I struggled to say.
"Of course I am silly,
The magic didn't give it away?"

"I'll just send you back, it'll happen so quick
But you remember now I own that dick".
"It cums for me alone, and you jack off to me when you get home."
And with a sweet kiss I was back in my place
With memories of her round gorgeous face.

Hurriedly running out to my tree,
I found a Christmas gift from Mrs. Clause to me.
"Here's video of what we did all night long and a cock ring to remind you to whom you belong".
"And don't forget to keep your calendar free,
Cause you're mine again next Christmas Eve".

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