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  “Wha, what are you doing, Santa?” Marianne stuttered, as though his intention were not completely obvious.

  “Well, young lady,” he chuckled as he stroked her downy butt cheeks. “I have the knack of telling whether someone has been naughty or nice and I’ve decided you have been naughty” A fat finger slipped inside her slippery cunt, as though by accident.

  “Don’t I get a lump of coal then?” Marianne pleaded.

  “Don’t believe everything you read about me!” Santa’s gloved hand descended on the mommy’s firm buttock. “I have far more effective corrections for bad behaviour!”

  “Ahh! Ahh! Ahh!” Marianne’s wistful cries carried far and wide through the crisp winter night. She hadn’t been spanked by anyone since the age of eight and was finding it an educational experience to say the least. Her arse cheeks burned like crazy and it was an odd sort of pain that spread a strange warmth through her whole lower body. Santa’s unyielding hand showered a fusillade of blows on her unpadded rear and she soon began to dance around his lap, lost to a mixture of pain and pleasure.

  “Ohhh no, please Santa, I’ll be good. Reeeeally good!” The tears had begun to run down the sexy woman’s cheeks but it wasn’t pain that was now driving her mad.

  Eventually the punishment finished. “Let’s see how good you can be Marianne,” Santa chuckled. “Come and sit on my lap.”

  Marianne picked herself up and turned sideways to slide her fanny on to the big man’s thigh. Santa caught her by the waist and effortlessly spun her around. “Not like that little girl,” he roared. “Pop up here!”

  Up here was a reference to a very erect cock that was sticking out of Santa’s red pants in a very obvious invitation. Now straddling his thighs, a boost from his white-gloved hands that were still around her waist was enough to pop her sloppy pussy on to the angry looking root. As she slid down, Marianne let go a mournful moan, “uhhhhhhhhhh!”

  Santa’s sleigh zipped over the Statue of Liberty at the exact moment that Marianne came all over his big, red cock. The poor girl was exhausted by now and was as limp as a rag doll as he picked her up again and spread her on her front. “Now for your Christmas present, Mrs. Limber,” he bellowed.

  And Marianne‘s Christmas present was to be buggered by Father Christmas. An elven tongue slobbered around her smallest hole as she passively lay still and waited for him to take her. He shifted his significant bulk around and she felt the weight of him on the rear of her thighs. His cockhead touched her anus lightly and made her jump and then the pressure began to build.

  “I haven’t… I can’t…!” Marianne began to weakly protest her anal virginity but of course it had no effect. Santa was on a mission. He loved to break in a housewife’s back doors and he’d been promising himself this treat for the whole of that long Christmas night.

  “Oh God, no!” Marianne began to struggle as the fat cock started to worm its way inside her tight, tight rear passage. As Santa rubbed his big knob around her anus, Marianne wriggled from side to side in a half-hearted attempt to stop him getting in. Slowly but surely, he began to push his massive cock against her tiny little opening. Gradually her sphincter began to give under the pressure and bit by bit, he edged inside her.

  Marianne had now become very animated and shook her head from side to side, her cries for help, drifted on the crisp night air for a few moments until Kiely slid back under her face again and the sound was lost inside the elf’s sodden fuck tunnel. Her arse squirmed desperately in every direction but there was no escape from the onslaught. Suddenly with a big thrust, Santa buried himself fully inside the milf’s luscious booty. Simultaneously her head whipped back and Marianne let out a loud, strangled moan of pain and pleasure before flopping back forward again to continue servicing her new girlfriend. Now inside, Santa wasted no time in humping her arse, thrusting hard and fast until he finally emptied his sack deep inside her guts.

  Without ceremony, the big man pulled out of Marianne’s snug little anus. Standing up straight, he reached into a pocket and produced something small and black. Pushing the plug into her leaky arse, he slapped her butt cheek hard and laughed out loud. “That will keep my little present safe until Christmas morning! Ho! Ho! Ho!” Marianne fell into a deep sleep with Santa’s deep and jolly laugh echoing in her ears.

  “Happy Christmas Mommy! Come on, let’s see if Santa came!” Marianne woke with a groan to the sound of excited kids. She had had the weirdest of dreams. Turning on to her side and; reaching for her robe, she felt stiff as hell, as though she had done ten rounds with Mike Tyson.

  As she rolled over on to her fanny, she stopped dead. Checking that no one was looking at her, she surreptitiously reached behind her and felt her butt hole with her fingertips. Sticking a good three inches out of her ass was a thick rubber plug! Shit! Now, where the hell could she get a home pregnancy test on Christmas morning?

  XMAS CUMS BUT ONCE A YEAR

  “It’s time Santa!” The elves surrounded the fat man’s big desk. “Have you chosen yet?”

  “Ho! Ho! Ho!” Father Christmas sat back and patted his belly. “Such a choice. Where to start?”

  Leonard, the chief elf picked up the remote control from the boss’s desk and flicked on the television to flick through a collection of pictures; a never-ending supply of beautiful young women. That was part of the Santa deal. The big man got to share his bed with a gorgeous girl the night before Christmas Eve. He sat back and watched the slideshow. There were blonde, brunette, redhead; voluptuous, slim; busty; innocent, raunchy and homely… This had been the routine for as long as everyone could remember and Santa always chose his bed partner within five minutes but not this time! The minutes ticked by and girl after girl flashed across the screen. Finally he raised his hand and the picture froze. The elves leant forward, assuming he had chosen the somewhat studious looking girl on the screen. But no! He stood up and walked across the room, turning to face his loyal workforce. “This year’s going to be different,” he smiled. “Find me a grotto!”

  The confused elves looked at one another. Santa hadn’t done a grotto himself for decades. He had an army of lookalikes for that boring duty. “What was going on?”

  “It’s going to be a grotto with a difference,” Santa chuckled. “Ho! Ho! Ho!”

  ***

  Nicky shuffled from foot to foot. For the last half an hour the pretty nineteen year old had deeply regretted wearing heels. Still, they were almost at the front and little Jay was so excited at the idea of seeing Santa. She just hoped for her nephew’s sake that he was an authentic copy. The last couple of years had been pretty pathetic and although he was young enough to not really notice, Nicky got just as excited by their annual outing and she was usually the one left slightly disappointed by poorly fitted beards and cheap costumes. At eight, Jay was going to be a lot less forgiving this year, so Nicky had chosen the best grotto she could afford. Finally they were at the front of the queue. The curtain whooshed aside and they stepped inside.

  Nicky gasped. The décor was amazing. She couldn’t believe they were still in the store. The space seemed so much bigger on the inside and was decked out like a winter palace or something. She looked around to see several very authentic elves bustling around the place. She looked really hard to try to make out whether they were children or midgets.

  “Santa’s ready,” a melodic voice at her elbow said. Nicky turned to see the most angelic little face down by her waist. “Do you want to sit on his knee?” the elf continued.

  Nicky started to nod until she realised the question was being aimed at Jay. She smiled with embarrassment and squeezed the child’s hand. “Want to see Santa then?”

  “Oh yes!” Jay’s excitement was clear and he tugged his aunt towards the big throne at the far end of the big room. As they got closer, Nicky’s jaw almost hit the floor. This Santa was so close to the real thing. Just magic!

  Jay was completely entranced by the five minutes he spent on Santa’s lap and Nicky even more so. As the jol
ly man set her nephew at ease, the stunning teenager looked around the grotto with her mouth open. The interior design really was amazing. It looked as though they had been transported to some sort of winter wonderland ice palace. Huge crystal chandeliers hung from the high ceiling and elaborate tapestries on the walls looked like genuine masterpieces. She marvelled at those wonders and also the ‘elves’ that scurried around at Santa’s beck and call. They were all under four foot tall but looked nothing like children. In fact the girl elves had more womanly figures than she did. Much more womanly in some cases! She wondered how on earth the store had found so many genuine midgets.

  It was one of these elves that thrust a golden ticket into her hand on the way out. “Santa’s Grotto is open for big girls tonight,” the high pitched voice squeaked at her. “Come at six and see what Santa has in his sack for you!”

  Nicky looked down at the innocent face at her waist height and searched for signs of humour behind the apparent double-entendre. There was nothing there and she inwardly chided herself for lowering the tone of the occasion and thinking such naughty thoughts of a trusting and childlike person. She took the glittering piece of paper. “Thank you,” she smiled. “That sounds like so much fun!” She collected Jay and his huge present and left the grotto.

  As she passed through the ornate door, Nicky blinked. Stepping back into the noisy, busy store was like waking from a dream. She looked back at the grotto and blinked again. The whole structure looked far smaller than it had inside. Shaking her head, she headed for the exit; her happy nephew skipping alongside her.

  ***

  After dropping Jay off, Nicky spent the afternoon on her own at her flat. The idea of this adult grotto was puzzling her. She supposed it was like a secret Santa but that was different. She had never heard of grown-ups going to a store grotto to see Santa before. She turned the curious golden ticket over in her hand and watched the light catch it. The idea had seemed perfectly natural when this piece of shiny paper had been pressed into her hand but now it seemed more than a little odd. All the same though, she was really curious and could not resist going to see what the heck it was all about.

  The pretty brunette spent the rest of the afternoon deciding what to wear and pampering herself. For some reason, she wanted to look her very best and eventually settled on a pretty silk blouse with a plunging neckline that made the most of her cleavage and teamed it up with an A-line skirt. She had a long soak in the bath and shaved everywhere she could find hair, less her head of course. She took a good hour in getting her long, slinky locks just right and was very happy with the finished package. She grabbed a quick bite to eat and hurried out to the department store again.

  ***

  Nicky had a good life. A diligent law student, she was very comfortable thanks to her rich and generous father. She loved her studies and had a good circle of friends, who kept her fulfilled. The only thing that was really missing from her life was a man and there was a very good reason for that. At seventeen, her first proper boyfriend, Kyle, had forced himself on her in the back of his Dad’s BMW. She had been ready for some serious fondling through her clothes but nothing further and told him so. Kyle wasn’t used to taking no for an answer though. He pushed past her limits, ripped her top open and pulled down her bra to get at her small but plump tits. Then he destroyed her panties and despite her violent protests, rammed himself into her unprepared virginal pussy. It was the most unpleasant, painful and traumatic experience of Nicky’s young life. She cried and bawled all through the act, afterwards as he drove her home and then on her mother’s shoulder. The next time she saw Kyle it was as he was being sentenced to two years inside for rape. He was her first and last proper boyfriend and Nicky was now determined to get by without a man in her life. She had a full drawer of substitute men and was thinking of getting a dog, or maybe a cat.

  ***

  The store looked like it was going to close when she got there and Nicky almost had second thoughts. The grotto looked ready for business though, although there was no one queuing ahead of her. All the same, she was there now. She handed her ticket to the elf at the door and stepped inside.

  “Ho! Ho! Ho! Welcome Nicky. I knew it would be you!” The grotto was exactly how she remembered it but somehow even more magical. Santa was leaning forward on his throne with a gleam in his eye.

  Then Nicky suddenly realised something. “How the hell do you know my name?” She peered closely at the jolly fat man; hoping to see through the disguise. “Who are you? Do I know you?”

  Santa laughed again. “You know who I am, my lovely one. I am Santa Claus, Father Christmas, Saint Nick, Pere Noel, Kris Kringle… I have lots of names but you have just one, Nicola Jayne Lloyd and I know what you like, I know all of the beautiful women of this world. It is my job to know!”

  Nicky looked askance at the red faced man, suddenly suspicious. “What am I doing here?”

  The insane chuckling started again. “Why you’ve come to see me, like a good girl.” He licked his lips in a clearly perverted way that for any other old man would have been decidedly creepy before adding. “You’re my snow angel, my Miss Christmas, my Christmas present…!”

  Every instinct now told Nicky to run but her feet seemed glued to the floor and her curiosity made her determined to see this thing through, whatever it was. Besides, she was hardly in any danger. She knew exactly what rape looked like and the idea of being ravaged by Father Christmas and his elves in the middle of Selby’s toy department was so ridiculous, she almost burst out laughing at the idea. She took a breath. “Why on earth are you calling me your Christmas present?”

  “Take a look,” roared Santa, pointing towards a full-length mirror to his right hand side. Nicky found herself walking across and when she saw her reflection, she almost fell over in shock.

  Her beautiful, expensive blouse had disappeared, along with the rest of her clothes. Instead, she was dressed like some sort of Christmas stripper. She was now wearing a pretty red bra with white furry trim across the top and a tiny matching thong. Red hold up stockings with mistletoe across the tops were a perfect complement, as was the fur hat with a scarf that framed her tits. Other than some funny little gauntlets, the rest of her body was completely naked and her toned, tanned abs stood out in stark contrast to the snow white fur, as did her black hair and green eyes. Nicky couldn’t take her eyes off her own body. The effect was just stunning. A small hand slipped into her own and tugged downwards. “Time to sit on Santa’s lap,” a little voice squeaked. Nicky found herself being led across to the throne.

  “Up you pop, little one,” Santa boomed, patting his expansive lap and Nicky climbed up there without a second thought. “Right then,” he continued as though having a nineteen-year-old bombshell on his lap in the grotto was the most natural thing in the world. “What do you want for Christmas, Nicola?”

  Sitting on his big lap with her arse almost naked, made Nicky really self-conscious. She could feel the warmth of his thigh and the softness of his bulk against her intimate flesh and every little pair of eyes in the place seemed to be focused on her proud C cup boobs. It was odd but somehow seemed right and she no longer entertained thoughts of leaving. But she wasn’t telling him what she needed. No way! He would have to figure it out.

  “I’ll tell you what you need, Nicola,” the deep, melodic voice went on and she realised with a jump that his big hand was on the top of her soft thigh. He massaged her for a couple of seconds, which was enough to make the gorgeous teen bite her lip. Then her thighs parted slightly and his middle finger brushed against the thin cotton stretched over her mound. “What you need, Nicola is a man!”

  Nicky sat on Santa’s lap for what seemed an eternity. She leant further and further back against his well cushioned body and her thighs opened wider and wider as he caressed her most precious place with gentleness that belied his size, turning her inside out in doing so. Her knickers disappeared as though they had dissolved under his touch and she moaned like a whore when a ver
y fat finger pushed its way inside her very tight but now well-lubricated little hot box. “Oh God, yes!”

  Santa frigged his Christmas girl for a while and enjoyed the way she quickly turned from innocent to slut as she wriggled in his lap. Once his whole finger was inside her, he added another to stretch her tight pussy around them and began to pump them in and out. It didn’t take long before she blew. “Oh! Oh! Oh! Christ, yeeeeeeees!”

  Pulling his fingers out with a squelching sound, Santa offered them to Nicky’s mouth and as they touched her lips, she opened up without thinking to suck her own juices from them. “Open your eyes,” the kindly old man encouraged.

  Nicky’s eyes had been shut since she climbed on to Santa’s lap. She slowly opened them as she came down from her orgasm and then gasped at the sight that met her. “Oh my God, just look at them!”

  “Ho! Ho! Ho! My children are quite a sight aren’t they?” Santa roared.

  The dozen elves in the grotto had formed a semi-circle to watch Nicky being pleasured and in the process had completely shed their clothes. That was something in itself but the little people had extraordinary dimensions and made an eye-popping display. None of the little people was over four feet high. Split almost exactly half and half, girl and boy, height was the only short measure for them. The female elves had huge tits that were as firm and pert as her own; not one of them was under a 34DD. The men were similarly well-endowed. Big, hard cocks pointed at the horny teen everywhere she looked and they were all at least ten inches long. Despite herself, Nicky felt her mouth beginning to salivate as she looked from elf to elf and caught the hungry look in their eyes. Santa helped her up on to her feet and each of her hands was taken in a small one.