The Night Before Christmas

It was the night before Christmas
And all through my house
Candles were glowing
And I was quite soused.

The fire was warm
And so was the brandy.
As I wrapped up the gifts
I was feeling just dandy.

I sat in my nightie
Short, silky and white
Hoping when Santa showed
He would enjoy such a sight.

Then, at the top of the stairs
I heard a deep groan
It sounded familiar
And, I let out a soft moan.

I turned around to see.
And, what do you know
There stood my Santa
In a smile and a bow.

I saw that red ribbon
Around that cock so hard
I jumped over the couch
Without self regard.

When he saw I was tipsy
He laughed and came down
I untied that bow
And wrapped my lips 'round.

Oh, what a present!
I was one happy wench.
I sucked a little faster
As he gave my nipples a pinch.

I rose to my feet
Licking my lips.
Then, under mistletoe
He gave me a kiss.

We moved to the couch
Where he laid me back
And thrust in his cock
All the way to his sack.

When my hips bucked
He said, "You like that, I see."
I said, "Yes, but even better
On the floor, on my knees."

"No problem, my dear.
Anything that you wish.
But first, come here.
Give me one more kiss."

I kissed his lips softly.
Then, I got on the floor.
He teased and I begged,
"Santa, please give me more."

He lifted my nightie
Up over my ass.
As he gave it a slap
I let out a gasp.

"I've watched you this year.
You've been naughty, but nice."
He shoved it in deep, saying,
"Now, let's do this right!"

I slammed back against him,
As he slammed into me.
I didn't even notice
The rug burning my knees

I moaned and I came.
I felt my juices flow
As he pounded faster
And as deep as he could go.

I had to come again.
I could feel the twitch.
My fingers rubbed fast
Over my swollen clit.

As I came, I could feel
His dick start to swell.
He smacked my ass
And I let out a yell.

"For when you were naughty,
I think that will suffice.
Now, to give you something
For when you've been nice."

He grabbed my hips tight,
And we met with a pop.
I soon came again
Feeling I might not stop.

His dick throbbed and squirted.
I thought I might scream.
Oh, the wonderful pleasure
Of Santa's hot cream!

We collapsed on the floor,
His hands in my hair,
Falling asleep by the fire,
Without any care.

Just as he was leaving
Before the sun shone bright
He said, "Merry Christmas, darling.
You were such a delight!"