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"Of course you did, sissy. You had your cookie all warm and toasty, baked just right for Santa" He said.
His powerful arms lifting me up off his lap and he raised me in the air. He then locked his arms under my thighs so that my top half folded down and my ass was right in his face.
"Santa's favorite cookie." He said, just before he dove in and starting sensually tonguing my asshole.
"Ooooh, Santaaaa!" I moaned as he licked me in all the right places. Oh wow, he knew what he was doing, tickling my rosebud and stabbing his tongue inside, getting me all wet and turned on. Waves of pleasure rolled through my body as he painted my sensitive hole with his kisses.
I was flipped upside down, my face directly in eyeliner of his crotch. I tried my best to fit my face into his crotch, but could only manage to kiss the bulge in his pants a few times, as I was distracted by the pleasure he was giving me. My nostrils were filled with the undeniable musky scent of man musk. Rubbing my nose into his bulge, I could practically smell the cum cooking in his balls. So close, yet so far away. My mouth was watering.
"Oh Santa, please!"
I instinctively lowered my upper body and rested his face deeper between his knees. This gave the Mayor better access to my boipussy. He was working it so well, as if he had plentiful experience with simpering sissies like myself. He knew what this was doing to me. He knew he had me in the palm of his hand. And I was completely, 100% happy with that.
He knew I was getting desperate. The urges in me we're getting too strong. This is what I had become after all these months. I was helpless, a slave to my new body. I was in that sissy subspace, and there was no way out but one.
"Please, what?" He said, taking a break to ask before diving back into my treasure trunk. The Mayor licked and kissed my sensitive ring, making me moan and purr as he slipped his tongue in and out of me. His tongue did a circular dance around my hole, making me moan further. I was getting to that point where I would give anything to get him to make me his.
"Please let me have it, please!" I moaned.
"Have what?" He asked between licks.
"YOUR BIG FAT COCK, SANTA PLEASE!" I practically shouted.
He stopped his tonguing. He slowly flipped me back around so I was sitting on his lap again. He was so strong, moving me around like I was as light as a feather.
"Stand up." He said. I followed his instructions. This man just exuded confidence, I couldn't help but follow his commands.
"Show me the rest of you." He said. He took his phone out of his pocket and scrolled until he found what he was looking for. He pressed on the screen and music started coming out of the phone's speakers. It was a song I recognized, by a famous pop star.
"Light me up put me on top, let's falalalalalalala
The only place you wanna be
Is underneath my Christmas tree
Ho ho ho, under the mistletoe"
I started undoing the clasps on the red brazier.
The song kept playing as I shook my body playfully to it.
"Yes, everybody knows
We will take off our clothes
Yes, if you want us to we will"
I opened up the brazier, showing off my budding boi breasts, now full A cups. My nipples were standing erect, pointing out lewdly right at the Mayor who eyed me like he was a hungry dog eyeing a steak.
The song kept playing
"My Christmas tree is delicious
Ho ho ho, under the mistletoe
You, oh ,oh, a Christmas
The best time of the year
Take off my stockings we're
I'm spreading Christmas cheer"
The song ended. He looked at me.
"Are you ready to spread some Christmas cheer, Brit?"
I nodded slowly, my eyes staring deep into his, his magnetic energy pulling me in. I stood there, now naked except for my heels, my "Ho Ho Ho" choker and the green bow tied around my sissyclit. I crossed my legs slightly, demure and all.
"Tell Santa what you want to do to spread Christmas cheer." He said to me.
I knew exactly how. I would spread Christmas cheer exactly as I'd been trained to, as I'd grown to understand was what I was made to do. It wasn't easy, but it was everything to me.
I sauntered up to him, biting my lip as I did. I stood in between his legs and looked down into his eyes. I spoke to him as I eased down onto my knees in front of him.
"I want to spread Christmas cheer to every Alpha the way that a sissy knows. By sucking every cock candy cane, by letting Alphas stuff my stockings with big daddy dick, and by draining their gift sacks of all the hot precious cum they have." I leaned in and started rubbing my cheeks and face in his crotch, my body begging to let me have what was inside his pants.
"This is why I give money to this place. You Cheerbois understand how to take care of men. And you must be the best I've ever had, and I've come to this event for over a decade."
I blushed at his compliment, still rubbing my face in his crotch. I couldn't help but obviously admire the considerable bulge in his pants and feel a wellspring of pride that I had had this effect on this man. My rosebud was still quivering, feeling the aftershocks of his handiwork. But more than that, it was sensing the power of his cock.
"Well, you get your chance to spread Christmas cheer." He said as he unbuttoned himself and pulled his pants and underwear down to the ground. His fat 9 inch cock flopped around as he sat back down.
It was gorgeous. Thick, veiny and cut. I am always mesmerized by a big cock, my heart starts pounding in my chest and my mouth can't help but fill with saliva. I have an automatic reactions. I stared at this beautiful piece of man-meat and I could feel my sissyclit tingle and my boipussy wink. There was no denying it - it was in my DNA to serve Alpha cock.
Slowly and brought my nose to that thick cock, which was draped over his thigh. It clearly had weight to it, just resting there like a log. I dragged my nose across it and inhaled deeply.
That scent...it got me lightheaded each time. It was pure man. It was something that at one time in my life, months ago, I thought I would exude in the world. But I've learned that that could never be. That wasn't what I was. Realizing that wasn't easy to do, but once I did I was reborn into this. The old me, Brian, could never have put someone in their place like the Mayor was doing to me now. The whole idea of "Brian", I had come to realize, was a lie.
I gently grasped his thick member in my hand and licked from the base to the tip. A perfectly round dewdrop of precum bubbled to the top. I put both my palms against the base and held his cock straight up as if I was about drink from a water hose.
I pursed my lips and sucked that deliciously sweet and salty treat from the tip.
I closed my eyes and savored it. That flavor, unmistakable and irreplaceable. It's crazy how I'd come to crave that taste. And there was only one source for it.
I looked at the Mayor in the eye and smiled.
"I hope you have more of this delicious eggnog for me, Santa." I said playfully, before continuing to lick all around his cock. It hardened as I showed it my oral attention.
"Keep licking little sissy and you'll find out how much I've saved for you."
I did exactly that, licking that cock all over until it stood at attention. I loved being called "little sissy" and names like that. He reminded me of my place, and that just made me feel deserved.
"This is my favorite kind of candy cane, Santa." I said as I licked back up to the tip again. The heat of his shaft radiated against my tongue. This thing was alive, it was a pillar of power, symbolizing this man's ability to dominate the world around him.
I grasped that cock at the base, finally unable to stop myself as I opened wide and swallowed the head of his cock. My mouth was utterly full of his cockflesh. I eased down more and swallowed more of him. I made it a few inches before I needed to stop. But I didn't pull back, I just held it there, lodged in my mouth and tickling the back of my throat. I used my tongue to lap up all around what was inside me.
He moaned.
Oh that sound. That sound of making your man moan for you. That's the sound that tells you that everything you're doing is right, everything that you are is perfect, and that you are bound to be rewarded in the best way.
I showed him that he deserved more, and I popped off his cock with a loud popping sound before diving back in, this time getting 6 inches into my mouth, his cock now pushing back into my throat, threatening to gag me. But I had long trained my gag reflex away, now I was ready to handle Alphas like this man.
I bobbed my head up and down, slowly and sensually at first, then faster and faster, twisting my head as I did. I was rewarded with nice-sized dollops of his delicious eggnog treat!
My mind thought of nothing but pleasing this man. I had totally forgotten about my pleasure, or my pain. I only desired his pleasure.
As I bobbed faster, I got lost on his cock. As I managed to take the 7th and 8th inch into my mouth, I started feeling lightheaded. Not in a bad way, but in a sort of dream state way, as if I had inhaled a bunch of marijuana or something. I learned from the Kappas that this is what's called being "cockdrunk". I could see why, I felt like I had a few cocktails, and was now just lost in service to this man thinking only of his pleasure. I was giving up my body completely to his pleasure.
I felt like I was just about to take that last inch when I felt both his hands on the sides of my face, lifting me up. I came up off his cock and looked up at him as he cradled his face. I was breathless, but smiling up at him. My eyes were practically begging him, as if saying, "Why, I was so close!"
"Keep doing it like that and you'll make me blow any second now."
That was one of those compliments that I had started to really enjoy hearing from men.
But I knew what he wanted now. That's the thing about these donors, they love to sample everything us Cheerbois have to give. They want to see that their money as put to good use on remaking us, training us. They wanted to feel that power of having every part of us given to them. That's the thing, they would make "donations" to Big U, but they knew that throughout the year the university would give us as donations back to them. I was like a party favor at the end of the party, all wrapped up in a bow. Literally. But I knew my place well.
I stood up and smiled at him.
"You know, Santa," I said, swaying back and forth on my heels. "I always feel bad that you bring all these presents for us but you don't get a present in return."
He eased back into the role. "Well, Brit, Santa lives to stuff the stockings of good little sissies like you."
I bent slightly and stroked his strong thighs, "But I want to give you a present this year. A present that will warm you up on this cold day."
"Oh? And what present is that?" He asked, his eyebrow cocked and a smile starting.
I turned around, spread my cheeks and looked back at him over my shoulder.
"This is my present for you, Santa!" I said joyfully.
He was so revved up by this point, he just laughed and pulled me back into him.
As he guided my boipussy over his cock, he chuckled to himself, "You know, I might have to change one of my reindeer's names. Because you seem more like the Vixen!"
He pushed his cocked against my stretchy ring, his cocked shiny from my spit. He held it there and I sank down, letting myself take him inside of me. His fat head sunk in me, locking into place.
"So fuckin' tight." He said. I grinned, all those sissy exercises were doing their trick.
He slid more of his length into me, and it was my turn to moan. Nothing beats the feeling of having your man fill you. There was a twinge of pain as he did it, but a pain that I had come to know well. It was a pain I welcomed. It reminded me that I was not meant to be the recipient of pleasure, but the giver of it. Any pleasure I received was secondary to the man's. But pleasure came, and it could come like a tsunami when it did.
The Mayor was impatient, not wanting to wait to fill me completely, and he lifted himself slightly up from his seated position to fully spear me.
"OH!" I blurted, not expecting that.
"Oh?" He mimicked. He chuckled to himself again. "I think you meant, HO! HO! HO!" As he said each "Ho!" he energetically thrust up into me making me see stars. The tsunami in me started to build...
He slowly stroked in me, letting me get used to his size. I felt so warm and bubbly and good. He was rubbing against my p-spot, making me feel like I was floating on cloud 9.
But then he lifted me off of him. I turned around and looked at him, wondering how many painful seconds I'd have to wait before I'd be filled with his cock again. He walked over to my windowsill where I had a small Christmas tree. He grabbed one of the small bell ornaments off of the branch and came back and sat back down.
Leaning forward, he tied the bell to the green bow that was tied around my sissyclit.
"Time for you to play me some Jingle Bells." He grinned.
He sat back down and pulled me to him. I was now facing him and straddled him. I needed him back in me, and grabbed his shaft and guided it back into me. Oh that feeling of being filled again. Once you feel it, you just feel empty without it.
I started lifting myself up and down, letting his cock ease in and out of me. As I did, the bell on my clit bow started to jingle. I giggled at it. I rode him faster and faster, the bell making ringing sounds as I did.
I was a whirlwind of movement, bouncing my round soft bottom on him, rocking down on his thighs. My arms gripped his broad shoulders as I steadied myself so I could ride him stronger and faster. My tsunami was now cresting.
"Yes, Brit, yes!" He cried out.
I rode that big dick harder and started screaming in ecstasy, "I've been a naughty girl, Santa! I deserve that cum! Please give me that cum!"
"Fuck, you fucking sissy slut!" He shouted.
I was so lost in pleasure that I didn't even need to catch my breath as the heat rose through my from my loins. I was so close.
Then he grabbed my ass and thrust up hard, meeting my bounces. That's when he touched the button that every sissy has. That button that once pushed can't be unpushed. That button that connects her ass to her brain via a web of pleasure nerves.
I screamed out as he pounded me, my body trembling as my clitty leaked cum. The bell was ringing so much now, as if it was warning bell desperately trying to get everyone's attention. But that warning wasn't for something bad, instead it was warning of this man's impending climax.
He moaned aloud as I felt my sissygasm peak, "Take this cum! You earned iiiiiitt!" He shouted as he blasted shot after shot of hot cum into my ass. He saturated me, soaking me with it. It was already started to leak out of me even as he still shot streams into me.
His thrusts slowed as we caught our breath. His cum leaked around his cock, which was acting like a sink plug keeping all of it from just rushing out.
His breathing slowed and he looked up at me. I was basking in the glow of my delicious sissygasm.
"Fuck, you are...just...wow..." he laughed. "Remind me to give a bigger donation next year!" He kept laughing.
I laughed with him, my face flush and body still twitching slightly.
He looked at me again, now a look of confusion in his face.
"Wait...I'm still rock hard." He said.
I could feel him, he definitely was.
"But...how am I still hard?" He asked.
I smiled, knowing something he didn't.
"Well, sir. The Kappas wanted to do something extra special this year. Remember those scotches you had earlier?"
"Yeah..." he said.
"Well, they laced them with Viagra. Now you can enjoy your special Christmas gift all...night...long."
"Those wild fucking girls. Holy shit, this is gonna be one crazy night."
I giggled, hoping it would be.
"You're gonna learn why my nickname in college was 'JackHammer'" he said, as he started slowly thrusting in me again. I really wanted to find out!
"Damn this is my favorite time of year!" He shouted with glee.
I leaned over and sang lightly in his ear, "We know what you've been thinking...we know when your cock aches...We know when you get big and hard it makes our bodies shake...You better watch out, you better not cry...You better stay hard I'm telling you why...The Cheerbois are cumming to town!"
With that, I squeezed his thick shaft with my boipussy muscles, wrapped my arms around his head, and started riding once more.
"Next stop," I said, "To the top of your North Pole!"
As I rode his joystick all the way to new heights of pleasure, I moaned aloud. The guttural groans of joy coming from my throat were in harmony with the sounds of my sissy sisters in their own rooms. I could hear their screams of sissy pleasure vibrating throughout the Beta House as we took our Viagra-loaded Alphas on a Christmas Eve journey to sexual euphoria.
Throughout the Beta House house
The sissies were on all fours
They pleased their Alphas, moaning like whores
A wink of their eye, a toss of their hair
"More! More" to the Alphas they dared
These Santas knew how to fill up a stocking,
How to take a sissy and give her a 'cocking',
The hours drew on and no one was weary,
But no one could tell, with sissies so cheery,
How to end this joyous celebration?
A song, a dance, some strong libations?
One Alphas knew just what to do,
Carrying his sissy out of the room,
To the house he shouted, "Let's finish this right!"
And all of the Alphas took up the invite
They grabbed their sissies and gathered around
To trade those willing holes for a good pound
They swapped and topped and sprayed their nut
As they enjoyed the feeling of a different slut
When the men were spent and ready to go
One cum glazed sissy stood up from the sticky floor
Looking around and taking in the sight
She said, "Happy Sissy Christmas to all, and to all a good night!"
* * * * *
2 months earlier...
I woke up the night morning, the memories of yesterday still fresh in my mind. I almost couldn't believe what I had done. Getting dolled up and femme, going out blindfolded not knowing where I'd end up. Only to find myself in the sports stadium, not to play any games but instead to find myself on my knees in front of a big cock. Not just any cock, but one attached to someone I knew, someone who knew me. But it was all so private, him behind that wall, so it was just me and that cock. Memories flooded back, that feeling of holding it, feeling its warmth and its power, taking it in my mouth...I can't believe I had done that. I had sucked a man...I had tasted his cum...I was...I was a cocksucker. What did this mean? Could I ever go back to being Brian? Would I ever be able to go back to my family? My old friends? What would the world think of me?
And yet, I couldn't deny how exciting it was, how natural it felt. I was just following my instincts, and it all felt so right. I was in a position that was new but one that felt like I was always meant to be in. The euphoria that I was filled with as I returned back to the Beta House to see my fellow Beta friends was like a returning champion from a big sports competition. I felt like a winner, like I could be amazing at something.
No, no...but what about the life I had before? This was all so exciting and so fun sometimes but I can't just throw that all away. This all had to be the mind games that the Kappa girls were playing on me. Lana had tricked me, strung me along. I was falling prey to their tricks. All those hormones that they were feeding us in those smoothies was making me think wrong, act wrong, to feel this way. I only acted that way because of the ecstasy they made us take! This was all just a game to them!
