Hallowiener Pt. 04

"Sure thing sweetie, whatever you want." He said with a smile followed by another swig.

With a little playful bounce and clap of my hands, I quickly punched the timer button on the camera and leapt back towards Mr Marshall, catching him by surprise and almost causing him to hit himself in the face with the bottle.

"Oops," I said giggling as I planted myself squarely on his crotch. "Ooh Santa, your trousers are nice and warm on my little bottom. But they're really uncomfortable."

Leaning forward I placed my hands on his knees and wiggled my butt back and forth. "I can't get comfy Santa!" I whined as the camera flashed. I began grinding my butt up and down his crotch, harder this time. The immense lump hidden inside the red velvet was beginning to grow even larger, and with every little wriggle, I could feel it more and more. "You're all lumpy!"

"Oh fuck," he exclaimed, leaning back, enjoying the little lap dance I was giving him. "That's Santa's special present for the really good girls."

"Special present Santa? I've been a good girl, can I have it Santa, please, please, pweasssse." I stopped writhing on his lap and sat down squarely on his large present. Leaning back against Santa's belly and tried my best to flutter my eyelashes and plead with him. A deep throb from beneath me told me all I needed to know.

Without waiting I bounced off his lap onto my knees in one smooth motion, once again finding myself on my knees between the big man's thighs staring at his large package. Eagerly my hands darted for his belt, fumbling with the catch. Finally, it broke free and I tugged the large leather strap from around Santa's sizable waist. Reaching up to unbutton him I couldn't keep my hands from shaking. Sure I'd done this type of thing before, but this was Santa. I knew full well who it really was, but that thought just turned me on even more. Not to mention the fact that he was old enough to be my Grandfather.

The button snapped open with a pop and I pulled back the soft fabric to gain access to the long white trail of his zipper, and with an unsteady hand, I began to tug it towards me. Each click of the track seemed to echo around the now quiet grotto-garage. My mouth had gone dry and the look in Mr Marshalls' eyes had turned distinctly animalistic.

"Come on little girl, what are you waiting for, Christmas?" Santa said with a deep booming laugh. "Unwrap my fucking present already!"

I could tell he was starting to get impatient, and the straining in the crotch of his trousers embellished that nicely.

"I'm going as fast as I can, but my little hands are struggling with such a big present Santa. Maybe I should stop." I let go of his zipper and sat back on my heels, staring up at the rosy-cheeked giant with a sad frown.

"No fucking chance, you started this, you're damn well going to finish it." Slamming his bottle down on the bench, his large fingers made quick work of the zipper, standing up, he let his trousers fall down his legs swiftly, and with a sharp flick, his coat buttons flew open and he stood before me in all his glory.

"Oh, my fucki..." I couldn't believe my eyes. Maybe it was simply a sign of how horny I was, but this guy looked fucking stunning. He was fat, sure, but his belly stuck straight out, still showing the signs of a long lost six-pack. His chest showed the same signs of former glory. He was big. Huge. He was a giant. He was one of those men who you'd see wearing a big coat and just assume that he was mostly coat, only to find that the coat was really thin, and the bulk beneath was all man. That was Mr Marshall. I'd never looked at him close enough to really notice. I was definitely looking close this time.

My eyes lost focus for a moment as he slumped his huge frame back in the throne. Staring at me he reached over and grabbed his bottle once again. Just before taking a long drink he said, "So little elf, what do you think of Santa's North Pole?"

I was honestly still staring at his torso that I hadn't even glanced down, but once he sat, it was the first thing I noticed as it dissected my eyes direct route upwards.

"Fuck." It was the only thing I could think to say because what I was faced with looked mean. I don't mean angry or red, I mean, mean. Sprouting from a thatch of bristly, greying hair was this thick shaft of muscle. Easily wider than a can of pop or an aerosol, this thing was thick. Laced with bulging, pulsing veins, the shaft just reached further and further. Small rivulets of pre-cum stained the skin, causing it to sparkle in the glow of the fairy lights. Its girth not wavering until it reached its peak. A large, flat nosed, cockhead that spilt out sideways, like a fat person's butt on a chair. From tip to balls it was massive, and they weren't any exception either. Hanging between his thighs swung two large balls, each easily larger than a golf ball, probably even two. This was an object of fear and intimidation, not a cock. He could do serious damage with this thing. He may not have been more than seven inches long, but what he lost in length he more than made up for with girth.

"So, you gonna suck Santa's dick or what?" The whiskey was starting to take more control as he snapped at me, making more of a demand than asking a question. "Dancing that little ass around here. It's time you paid the piper, by playing his pipe."

He laughed deeply at his joke. I couldn't laugh. I was still trying to work out what the fuck I was looking at. I swallowed hard. "You want me to..."

"That's what that Robert's girl said. 'I'll send you someone to help you out.' She said. So you best get to sucking, or I might just have to make you." His words slapped me around the face sharply. Of course, this was the plan all along, I should have known. I should never have trusted her, but I did, and now I was on my knees faced with the thickest, meanest dick I could imagine. In fact, I couldn't imagine something like this, not a chance.

I shuffled forward between his giant thighs and placed one shaking hand after another on top of his legs. The closer I got the more it scared me. Although, as I prepared to do what I was told, I couldn't help but notice my own meagre cock was harder than it had ever been. I glanced over the shiny cockhead and caught Santa's glazed eyes. With a soft breath, I stuck out my tongue and licked it from base to slimy tip.

"Baby, that's the fucking stuff." He growled. "Now show me how talented that dainty little mouth of yours is."

I gave his cock another lick, and another, but sensing this wasn't enough I prepared myself. Taking one last look at the flared crown and the slick slime oozing from its slit, I began to slide my lips over the top of it. Each time I thought I was done, there was still more to go. I stretched my mouth wider and wider until finally my mouth snapped over the top and I sunk down onto Santa's fat cock. I pulled back immediately with tears welling in my eyes. I coughed and spluttered, but sat back with a smile of accomplishment on my cock-sucking lips, and renewed vigour in my desire to pleasure this large, old man.

"You are a good girl, aren't you sweetie?" he said with a lazy smile.

"I told you I would be Santa." I beamed back with pride. Without another word, I dived forward and slathered my mouth all over his bulbous cockhead. Being force-fed by Mr Roberts, and having Mr Hamilton stretch my throat came flooding back to me as I tried in vain to accommodate Santa's giant candy cane. I was in heaven. I'd shied away from names like cocksucker, or cock-whore, but that was exactly what I was. I loved the feel of it as it flattened my tongue. The feel of the weight pushing inside my mouth. The way it owned me, commanding me to obey its thick, veiny self. It was no longer attached to a man, it was an entity all by itself, I was in a threesome with Santa and his massive cock. Drool spilt from my open mouth and coated his shaft. Mr Marshall's hand dwarfed the back of my head as he nudged me with gentle encouragement.

"That's it baby girl, take Santa nice and deep, let him hear you choke." I couldn't do anything but choke, it was stretching my jaw and making my head spin. I tried my best to breathe through my nose but the tears streaming down my face were starting to get sucked in every time I gasped for air. I was a sticky, drooling mess of a little elf. I heard the camera click once again and remembered I'd set it to take many pictures. I smiled at the anticipation of seeing what a mess I would look.

I was lost in my pursuits, sucking away happily apart from the dull ache that was starting to spread through my jaw, when all of a sudden Mr Marshall gripped the back of my neck. Standing up with his cock still buried in my mouth he pulled me off and up to my feet. He bent his head down and planted his lips on mine. His whiskered mouth tickled and the kiss made a wet, sloppy sound as my drool was thoroughly spread about my face. He broke off and stepped aside, still holding tight around my neck. Not a word was said, but it didn't need to be either. Ushering me gently I took the hint and bent myself over the softly cushioned arm of his throne, resting my arms on a high stool to the right of it.

The cold air once again whistled over my bare butt, and I could feel him watching me. The shuffling of his big boots made a thud on the wooden platform and I could feel his hairy legs against mine. I couldn't help but jump as I felt one of his large, calloused hands scrape up the back of my stocking-clad thighs. There was no audible speech, only a slow, deep rumble of appreciation.

Then suddenly the silence was torn apart as a loud crack was heard. Tears welled in my eyes again and my mouth fell open, and a moment later the yelp inside me caught up. Again I felt his large, strong hand come crashing down on my upturned backside, and I did nothing but sob quietly and think about how turned on this old man in a Santa suit was making me. I lost count with how many slaps he gave me, I just dropped my head and cried softly into my arm. My butt was numb and I heard the camera click once again. "I can't wait to see how red I am." I thought as I felt his hand caress my sore butt.

"Ever wondered how Santa gets his big old belly down those tiny chimneys?" I hadn't even realised that he was now in front of me looking through his workbench, "Good lubrication, that's how." He turned around carrying a bottle of clear liquid. The label was missing but I could guess what it was, well he practically told me. That's when my mind caught on to the position I was in, literally.

"No," I sobbed, choking back a tear, I tried to stand but he pushed me back over the arm of the chair, "you can't, it won't fit, you'll tear me in two."

"Nonsense, Santa knows what he's doing," I heard the bottle let out a soft whistle as he gave it a generous squeeze, "besides, you promised to be a good girl, now act like one."

Was I actually listening to him? I had promised, I had promised many things to many people but surely this was one promise I could break. I couldn't let him put that huge thing inside me, he'd kill me. However, no matter how scared I was I didn't move, I didn't fight because I wanted it. I was dressed as a slutty little elf and I wanted... no, I needed to get fucked, and this man, this Santa could fuck me just the way I deserved.

"Ok," I said still trying to stop crying, "do it you dirty old Santa, fuck this little elf hard. Take that big, fat dick and make this little elf's ass yours."

As the words fell from my lips I felt his large fingers scooping the string of my panties out from between my cheeks and I felt the air whisper over my puckered hole. I shivered, but it was a warm consoling shiver that told me I was about to get something I wanted. I felt a large presence sliding between my cheeks, but it wasn't his cock, not this time. I felt his fingers curl over the top of my left cheek and the large object pushed gently; his thumb stretched me open.

"Oh, God!" I screamed, obviously a little too loudly. Mr Marshall reached over my shoulder and shoved one of his large mittens into my mouth.

"Chew on this little girl, and stop your whining, we've got a long way to go before I'm done with you." His fingers pushed the soft leather glove into my mouth deeper, at the same moment his thumb drove in up to his knuckle and I shrieked as the hot pain shot up my spine. "Oh someone's done this before, haven't you angel? You like getting fucked up your tight little ass don't you?"

"Uh-huh," I mumbled as I slumped over the arm before rearing up in pain once more as he began to fuck my hole with his eager thumb.

I heard him spit and I felt a cooling wetness run down between my cheeks. He started to twist and roll his thumb around inside me. I could feel my asshole loosening as if remembering that classroom desk.

His treatment of my asshole continued and he built up his pace. The pain subsided and soon I was almost moaning along with every push and thrust of his large digit. I could have happily laid there for hours while this old man pleasured my hole, but I knew more was coming soon, and I wanted more. I was hungry for more. He might have been able to read my mind, but I think my wiggling butt might have given my enjoyment away a little too much because he pulled his thumb out, the sudden vacancy was so noticeable it made me cry out in disappointment.

I quickly looked over my shoulder to plead with Mr Marshall to put his thumb back inside me, but what I saw soon made me regret being so eager. He stood about a foot behind me, his red and white jacket was open exposing his big hairy belly and chest. His large hand was caressing his even larger cock as he slid his hand up and down his length, shining up every inch and pouring lube all over it. He looked down at me with an evil distaste in his eyes. He was going to use me as I'd never imagined. I couldn't stop him now if I wanted to. My ass was his and he knew it. I turned my head and waited.

I felt so small in this mans' hands. Both descended on the cheeks of my ass and gripped me tightly, spreading me open to the cold air. I gasped as I felt my hole opening up willingly, and after the expert massage from his thumb earlier, I wasn't surprised. Then, there it was, I felt the tip brush against me and I saw his large booted feet step closer. All he had to do was press the head against my eager asshole and my breathing stalled. Waiting for that big push. Time seemed to stop as I waited. I could hear his breathing behind me, it was such a turn on, and all I could think was, "This guy is about to fuck your slutty ass, this guy, over three times your age is about to break you, and you're going to love it."

The moment the thought finished in my head the pain began to flood through me. Rocketing up my limbs, I bit down on the leather glove with all my might and screamed deeply. Mr Marshall simply grunted and laughed.

"That's it my little Christmas toy, you're stretching nicely." His hands tightened on my hips and pulled himself deeper. The room began to spin as I felt my ass spreading wider than I thought possible. I felt his hand sliding up my back as it arched upwards roaring with pain. He had stopped pushing for a moment and the pain began to ease, however, just as my body began to relax his hand gripped my shoulder and he pulled back with such force I felt several thick inches of cock tear into me accompanied by another deep grunt of approval.

Speared on this old man's cock I closed my eyes and tried to forget the pain. It was working too. That was until I heard the click of the camera shutter again and the pain flooded through me once more.

"Oh God, I'm going to be able to see me getting fucked, Oh God, Oh God, Oh G..." My minds' thoughts died away as the old man began to pull out. The gaping chasm he left behind made me shudder, but with one swift and hard tug on my shoulder, he was buried deep inside my ass once more. Over and over he did it, pulling out, inching slowly backwards only to drive back inside me with vicious force. My legs were beginning to hurt as he slammed me into the arm of his chair; His Santa's throne. This dirty old man was fucking me while dressed as Santa, the concept just kept swirling around in my brain and no matter how much pain I was in, the whole scenario only turned me on even more. "Fuck me Santa, fuck me Santa!"

I tried my best to scream encouragement but I couldn't make any sense with the thick glove in my mouth. Once again as if he could read my mind he yanked the glove from my mouth. I turned my head to thank him, but before I had a chance he spoke. "Thank God you're here. Do me a favour and fill this little sluts mouth before she starts screaming. She's leaving teeth marks all over my fucking gloves."

I spun my head around and just caught a glimpse of a large foam ball made of a soft fluffy white material. I know it was soft and fluffy because it was soon covering my eyes. I have no idea who it was, and at that moment I didn't care, because as the figure stepped closer and the large white ball lifted over my head I was faced with a rapidly growing cock poking through a Velcro fly. Without a moments' hesitation or preparation, the tip of this new cock found my lips and I willingly opened up. It smelt of sweat and tasted pretty ripe too, but after a few languid strokes in and out of my mouth, my new friend tasted and smelt nice and clean.

By this point the pain in my ass had gone, at least my new friend had made sure to distract me from any lingering aches. Mr Marshall slammed into me while the cock in my mouth slipped down my throat in perfect rhythm. Like a tennis ball being played back and forth I was pushed, thrust and bounced between these two steel edged dicks, and it was amazing. Never did I believe that I could ever do something like this. A few months ago I would have told you never. But here I was being fucked like a true slut, and loving it.

"Such... a good... fuck!" Mr Marshall grunted out between thrusts.

"Never known a bitch to take a dick like this." Came the mysterious second voice. "All the way to the balls, damn! I love Christmas."

"Yeah, this little slut is gonna be getting her presents early this year" Mr Marshall laughed loudly as he brought a hand down hard on my butt, still sore from his earlier assault.

Over and over he slapped my ass as he fucked me. Harder with every thrust. His breath from ragged and his cock was on fire. The grunting turned me on so much, loud and fearless. Both men grunted in time with their thrusts, I felt their cocks might actually touch deep inside of me if they went any harder.

"Damn this ass is squeezing me dry." Mr Marshall broke the silence, letting go of my shoulder and grabbing my hip firmly. His pace slowed, but his immense size still sent shockwaves through every inch of me.

"She'll be leaking cum for a week once we're through with her." I could feel the cock in my throat and mouth flaring up, swelling under the pressure that two full balls can produce. He was pummelling my throat hard, my nose was sore and my chin was being battered by his heavy nut-sac. I now understand the appeal of glory-holes, not knowing is such a turn on.

The pace of both men was now slowing. Each thrust seemingly costing every ounce of power they could muster. I thought I couldn't get fuller when I felt both cocks simultaneously swell. The man occupying my throat slowed right down, his enormous cock blocked my throat and made me cough and choke, spilling drool all over the floor. Mr Marshall pushed a little deeper. The root of his thick cock made me scream, finally, he was balls deep, and my ass clamped down hard. In that instant, the room filled with the most guttural, macho howling you could imagine. Both men erupted deep inside me. My throat was sent into involuntary spasms as I was treated to a late evening meal. Pulse after pulse of thick cum poured out, coating my throat, so much thick cum was being dumped into my belly I actually felt full. Satisfied, my hunger sated.