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  “Shut up and finger fuck my asshole!”

  The docile moans of Alex Armstrong filled the room. Two slight digits slipped through the seam of her damp pussy. She wiggled her bare ass against the bed, her hips jerked up as she caught her swollen nub in just the right spot.

  “Oh fuck, Bobby! How the hell do you do this to me over the god damned phone?” Her breathless whimper filled the line as she heard his raspy chuckle.

  “It’s easy. I just take your body, and play with it with my voice.”

  “Shut up and finger fuck my asshole!”

  “Oh, you want your asshole fucked?”

  A moan came in answer. He laughed again through the line as Alex slipped those two fingers into her slippery cunt. She started to shuttle faster. Her body arched, and she knew that she was close. The tip of one finger brushed over her G-spot on entry.

  “Oh fuck, Bobby!”

  “That’s right Alex, come all over my fat cock, do it!”

  She pumped her hips, her ass lifted off the bed. Her stomach started to heat as her mind hazed over with the onslaught of her self-inflicted orgasm. Alex rode her hand. Her own palm slammed into her clit making that sexy wet slapping sound that porn stars made when they fucked each other really hard. She didn’t want to be a porn star, but it was so hot to pretend from time to time.

  “Fuck, fuck, oh fuck!”

  Alex felt the wave rush through her. It started at her hair line, and travelled all the way between her legs until she was a withering mess on the bed. In her sex-drugged stupor she had grabbed onto one of her pillows and shoved it over her face as she screamed. The orgasm was like a breath of fresh air. She hadn’t seen Bobby in a week and her pussy had been so wet, tight, and starved for some sort of release. Tossing the pillow off her face she was still panting when she heard Bobby grunt and laugh on the other end. She could hear him milking his cock as his panting mimicked the thrusts of his own masturbation.

  CUFF ME SANTA

  FIRST EDITION

  Copyright 2012 by Bonnie Bliss

  Content Advisory: the below may contain graphic material of a sexual nature, adult situations, sexual reference, explicit sexual description, and depiction of alternative lifestyles.

  Bonnie Bliss. All rights reserved. This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, locations, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination, or have been used fictionally. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, locales, or events is entirely coincidental. No portion of this work may be transmitted or reproduced in any form, or by any means, without permission in writing from the author.

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  Cuff Me Santa

  Chapter 1

  Horace gritted his teeth.

  His lips were pushed back as the two hundred mile an hour wind buffeted his face. Herbert’s knuckles were bright red. His fingers tightly gripped the metal bar. The sleigh used to have central heating until Santa decided that hard work was quite enough to keep you warm on the most important night in the world.

  “Almost done boys, another hour and we can go home.”

  The booming voice from behind was powerful enough to whip Horace’s cap high into the moonlight sky.

  “Oh great.” His wispy hair blew all over the place as Herbert let go of the bar and held his own hat tightly with one hand.

  “Farppppp.” Blitzen let one go as they rounded the rooftops and circled back. Santa grabbed the wayward hat and outstretched, handing it back.

  “Thank you, Santa.”

  “No problem. Sweet Jesus Blitzen, what’s my wife been feeding you?” The waft of stench outpaced any clean wind and stunk to high heaven. The three of them held their noses as they descended into the last town on the list.

  Santa climbed off the sleigh and carefully stepped across the tiles.

  “I’m going to have to diet boys. Too much port, way too much fruit cake and mince pies. Don’t forget to sprinkle that magic dust on your way down. I can’t risk getting stuck again. My hernia is killing me.”

  “Will do, Santa.” Herbert said as he checked the last sack.

  “This is the very last house.” Horace uttered with a much relieved look on his face.

  “Really?” Santa checked his watch. “Well we are in good time, two minutes past midnight. We should have some fun boys, who lives here?”

  Horace checked his list. “The Armstrong family.”

  “Details Horace, details.” Santa requested.

  “Mr. and Mrs. Armstrong, been married twenty-four years. They have two children, Alex nineteen and Charlie fourteen.”

  “And what have the children, sorry teenagers asked for?”

  Horace looked down the list.

  “Charlie wants a laptop, an I-Pad and a bike.”

  “Okay, and Alex?”

  “A laptop, an I-Pad and a Sybian.”

  Herbert looked up. “What’s a Sybian?”

  “I have no idea.” Horace said. “Sounds like one of those Arabian horses.”

  “A horse?” Santa shrugged. “Well we don’t wrap horses. Besides if I have trouble getting down the chimney, imagine me carrying a horse on my back. Her parents will have to get her a stallion.”

  The two elves nodded, agreeing wholeheartedly with the boss.

  “Have you got everything we need boys?” Santa patted his fat belly then rummaged his fingers through his gritty beard.

  “Yep, all ready to go.”

  “Good. I’ll just Google Sybian while you clear the stack.”

  “Right, give us five minutes.” Herbert said.

  The two elves, some three
foot tall climbed the stack and dropped down. Santa thumbed his phone screen and typed in ‘sybian’.

  “Holy moly, I’m going to have to get the wife one of these.” His eyes widened at the many x-rated photographs. He grabbed his crotch and tutted.

  Herbert landed first, Horace soon after, bumping into him.

  “Steady fella.”

  “Sorry.” Horace apologized. The room was pretty. The Christmas lights left a honey shade glow in the room. The tree stood floor to ceiling in the corner. A mass of presents were neatly piled around the base. It was the perfect Christmas vision. Oh the smell. The memory of Blitzen had gone as the scent of dried apples and pears flowed like an invisible trail under their noses.

  Herbert listened for any sounds.

  “Do they have pets?”

  “Not according to my list, why?” Horace asked.

  “Just checking, the last thing we need is some dog running out and biting us.”

  “So true, the last one hasn’t healed yet, I still have a scab on my bum.”

  Herbert laughed quietly as he did a quick run around the room. Elves were very light on their feet. They were quick too. Those big ears were like radar.

  Horace held up his walkie talkie and went into the hall.

  “I’ll check upstairs while you and Santa sort the gifts.”

  “Okay, be careful.”

  “Oh I will, be back soon.”

  Horace flitted up the stairs as if his shoe soles were made of fresh air. He literally bounced. His ears pricked up as he stood at the top. They swiveled to his right, where a light illuminated a tiny crack in the door. All the others were closed. Slowly he crept towards it and peered inside. It was a girly girl’s room. The walls were a light pink, the cupboards and dressers were adorned with pretty ornaments. Posters covered the walls. Even for an elf, he knew modern culture. The faces of One Direction peered back at him. They ruled the world. Moving to the side he peered deeper in the room, catching sight of the bed. On it he spied Alex, sweet Alex, her P.J. bottoms were pushed down past her knees. Her right hand settled nicely between her thighs, her left held her cell phone to her ear.

  Horace gulped as his tiny elven cock wasn’t so tiny anymore.

  ***

  The docile moans of Alex Armstrong filled the room. Two slight digits slipped through the seam of her damp pussy. She wiggled her bare ass against the bed, her hips jerked up as she caught her swollen nub in just the right spot.

  “Oh fuck, Bobby! How the hell do you do this to me over the god damned phone?” Her breathless whimper filled the line as she heard his raspy chuckle.

  “It’s easy. I just take your body, and play with it with my voice.”

  “Shut up and finger fuck my asshole!”

  “Oh, you want your asshole fucked?”

  A moan came in answer. He laughed again through the line as Alex slipped those two fingers into her slippery cunt. She started to shuttle faster. Her body arched, and she knew that she was close. The tip of one finger brushed over her G-spot on entry.

  “Oh fuck, Bobby!”

  “That’s right Alex, come all over my fat cock, do it!”

  She pumped her hips, her ass lifted off the bed. Her stomach started to heat as her mind hazed over with the onslaught of her self-inflicted orgasm. Alex rode her hand. Her own palm slammed into her clit making that sexy wet slapping sound that porn stars made when they fucked each other really hard. She didn’t want to be a porn star, but it was so hot to pretend from time to time.

  “Fuck, fuck, oh fuck!”

  Alex felt the wave rush through her. It started at her hair line, and travelled all the way between her legs until she was a withering mess on the bed. In her sex-drugged stupor she had grabbed onto one of her pillows and shoved it over her face as she screamed. The orgasm was like a breath of fresh air. She hadn’t seen Bobby in a week and her pussy had been so wet, tight, and starved for some sort of release. Tossing the pillow off her face she was still panting when she heard Bobby grunt and laugh on the other end. She could hear him milking his cock as his panting mimicked the thrusts of his own masturbation.

  They enjoyed the after-glow of post-orgasm bliss for a moment. Both took the time to catch their breaths.

  “Fuck you’re a slut aren’t you?”

  “Only for you, baby.”

  She giggled and parted her lips as she began sucking all the sweet pussy cream from her coated fingers. She was spicy and sweet. It made her think about trying out pussy—a threesome maybe, for Bobby’s birthday. A woman’s tits were hot. Those tender little nubs. Alex got off on the fact that she might be able to get a woman off just from sucking on those hard little peaks. She watched enough porn for ideas to be somewhat good at it. After making a satisfied noise, and pulling her fingers free with a loud wet pop, she heard Bobby suck in a breath.

  “Did you just lick your pussy juice off your fingers?”

  “You know it,” she giggled.

  “Total whore.” He laughed before she heard him making grunting noises that sounded like he was stretching out in bed. She heard the yawn and started to say her good-byes.

  “I’ll let you go baby, I’m sure I will be woken up at the butt crack of dawn.”

  “Ok, hun. Before I go though, I got you a present. I stashed it under your tree last time I was over. Tucked it back far enough your parents wouldn’t notice. You might want to open it now. I doubt your parents would appreciate it.”

  “Oh, you dirty bastard.”

  “Only for you, darlin’”

  She smirked and started to get out of bed.

  “I’ll call you tomorrow, hun.”

  “Ok Alex, have fun tonight.”

  “Night.”

  “Night.”

  She ended the call and started to move quickly, but quietly through the house. She hit the stairs and jumped when she had five left and landed with a light thud. Alex grabbed hold of the doorway and swung into the room. Rummaging through the stack of well wrapped presents she parted the ones in the back and found the pretty silver wrapped package in the back against the trunk of the tree.

  “Bingo.”

  Pulling it out slowly she wasted no time in unwrapping the glittering mass of paper. As the paper parted around the box she saw the image of a huge pink eight inch plastic dick staring back at her. Her lips curved up in a devious smile. She could feel her pussy creaming down her thighs again and she knew that she had to use this before she went to bed. Skipping over to the couch she yanked the box open and plopped down on the leather. She slid the pink monster from the box and realized it had a huge sucker at the base. God, she could bounce up and down on this thing if she wanted to. She could invite her friends over and they could watch. Penny was a total slut she would put on one hell of a show.

  She giggled at her own thoughts before she hiked her legs up. Alex hadn’t even bothered putting her PJ pants back on. Resting her heels on the edge of the couch, the cool air in the room caressed the glistening seam of her now pulsing cunt lips. She opened her mouth and started to suck the huge plastic cock, readying it for her tight little hole. She may bang Bobby a lot but he was her first boyfriend, and this was the biggest dick she had ever seen. Moaning as she pushed the thick shaft in and out of her mouth. She popped it out and spit on the head, using her tongue to spread the moisture all over the member.

  Carefully, she ran it up and down her sensitive labia. She used the flared head of the fake cock to part her delicate folds and started to press. It stretched and parted her pretty lips as she went in for more. She adjusted herself, pushing her ass over the edge of the couch more. Her free hand reached down and rubbed her engorged clit. With one final hard shove the pink cock was shafted fully inside her.

  “Oh fuck me that feels so good!”

  Just as she started to get momentum with the toy a crash, a grunt, a hard thud, and a billowing cloud of soot and ash filled the room. Leaving the menacing pussy puncher inside her, she looked over. She had to blink a few times. There
was no possible way she was seeing what she saw—right?

  His pants down to his ankles, the protruding belly, the cherry red cheeks, and the white beard. He was huge. That man was over six foot four. He was handsome despite his size. Alex licked her lips. Her pussy clenched hard around the toy as she looked at his huge cock. It stood straight to attention. God, was she doing that to him?

  “Um, Santa?”

  She closed her legs, but didn’t pull out the toy.

  He laughed, and his belly giggled like a bowl full of jelly. She couldn’t stop the smile that tugged at her lips.

  “Yes, yes I am. You must be, Alex.”

  Santa brushed himself down, and then relieved himself of his warm red coat.

  “Boys, show yourselves, you forgot the magic dust.”

  Horace appeared first, his head popping up behind Alex, his eyes wide. Herbert scrambled from under the couch, shuffled onto his back and ended up looking directly at the dildo’s pink sucker.

  Herbert, the one in charge of the magic dust bag, struggled to stand. His lips were moist, dripping with saliva at the sight of the young woman’s cunt.

  “I, I’m sorry Santa.” He uttered, blushing.

  “Oh, forget it. I think we found our little party. So Alex, is that tight little pussy in need of some real cock, or should we give you the magic treatment and make you forget you saw us?”

  Chapter 2

  Alex swallowed hard. She wasn’t sure if Santa had come down the chimney with his pants down, or lost them en route. All she knew was that the more he moved, the more that thick staff waved and bounced in all its thick erect glory. This had to be a dream. Such nonsense would never happen in real life. Well, if it was a dream, then far be it for Alex to turn down a hot Santa and his two apparently horny elves. What wasn’t real couldn’t hurt you or make you a pervert—right?