the nasty night before christmas

the nasty night before christmas the nasty night before christmas

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Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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We fix this story and going to try again. Hope you like the story about a woman alone on christmas eve and a stranger that shows up on her doorstep. With a twist.

Summary

We fix this story and going to try again. Hope you like the story about a woman alone on christmas eve and a stranger that shows up on her doorstep. With a twist.

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Submitted: June 08, 2012

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The Nasty Night Before Christmas

 

 

By d. l. westra

 

 

It was Christmas Eve and I was all alone again.  I had just moved to a new town.  Therefore, I had no friends here.  I was just watching Christmas shows on TV.  As I was watching the Christmas show, I was sitting on the red velvet couch while the fire crackled in the fireplace.  I was thinking it would be nice if Santa were real.  Being 28 years old, I know he was not real.  When someone knocked on my door, I got up and went to the door.  I opened the door and seen an older white hair gentleman.  He was very short with a big bell and a snow-white beard.  I said, “Can I help you?”  He said, “Yes, my car broke down.  Can I use your phone?”  I invited him in and handed him my phone. 

He made a call and asked if he could wait here for someone to come and help him.  I told him it would be ok with me.  I asked him, his name.  He said, “Chris.”  I told him, “my name is Alice, Would you like something to drink?”  He said, “Yes, do you have milk.”  I said, “Yes.”  I went and got him a tall glass of milk.  We went to the living room and sat down; I sat on the red velvet couch.  He sat on the red velvet winged chair a crossed from me.  He was staring at my breast, and drinking his milk.  He set the glass of milk down on the little table beside the chair.  Then he asked me, “What are you doing for Christmas?”  I told him, “staying home alone.”  He said, “That is sad a pretty young girl like you alone on Christmas.”  I laughed and jokingly said, “Do you want to stay and make my Christmas better?”  He said, “I would but I am old enough to be your granddad.”  I said, “You look more like Santa, then my granddad.”  I was hoping that his friends do not come for a while; I liked having someone to talk too.

About one hour later and no one had come for Chris.  We were still in the living room waiting for his friend to show up.  With the fire going in the fireplace and the Christmas show, the room felt warm and cozy.  With the glow of the fire go out across the room is when I notice, he had a hard-on in his pants.  I do not know why but seen that he was turned-on was turning me on.  I was thinking this old man cannot turn me on, but I was.  He was looking at the small tree by the fireplace with light that twinkling off and on and homemade Christmas decoration.  He then looked at me and said, “I see you have no presents under your tree.”  I told him, “No, I do not have friends in this town.”  He said, “I will be my friend.”  I thanked him.  Now I was getting very aroused and did not know why.  Chris came over and sat on the red velvet couch beside me.  He put his hand on my knee and said, “I can be your Santa tonight.”  Joking I said, “I would love you to be my Santa. But you do not have any presents for me, do you?”  Chris looked me in the eyes and said, “I am your present.”  I smiled and said, “Can I unwrap you now.”  Chris said, “Yes, you can, if you would like you can suck Santa’s magical candy cane.” 

I undid his pants and pulled his erection out.  His hard-on was very big and fat I had never seen one at that size before.  Chris put his hands up under my shirt and grabbed both of my breasts.  I bent forward and stuck him in my mouth; it was sweet like peppermint candy.  I started to suck his big fat shaft while he was playing with my breasts.  I loved it.  It was as if his fingers were magical.  He started moving slowly with one hand down to my pants.  Then he undid my pants and started to pull then down off my hips.  With one hand, I helped him pull my pants down past my knees.  Then he slid his hand down over my hair patch and to my soft throbbing nub, he started to rub my nub soft at first and then harder.  I started to moan from the pleasure of him rubbing my nub.  I was now bobbing my head up and down on his big fat erection.  His shaft was going deep down my throat. 

This was weird for I had never been able to take one into my throat that deep before.  He started to cum and I pulled his shaft back out until just the tip was in my mouth.  His juices were all in my mouth.  His tasted just like peppermint.  He now had two fingers deep inside of me.  The tips of his fingers were hitting my g-spot and it was making my juices flow.  I was moaning very loud now.  I started to squirt as I came.  It felt very good.  It was the first time I had ever squirted.  Chris pushed me back on the couch hard and got on the floor in front of me.  He grabbed my legs and spread them apart.  I gasped as he stuck his face in me and started to lick my swollen nub.  With his right hand, he stuck three fingers deep inside of me.  I felt the tips of his fingers hitting the back of me.  It was like magic the way his tongue and fingers made me feel.  I had never had a guy make me feel like this before.  I was having hard time breathing.  His hairy face felt good on my swollen lower lips.  I started squirting and he was drinking it all in.  Chris licked and fingered me for a long time.  I came to many times to count, my legs felt like jell-o. 

Then Chris grabbed me by the hair, and asked me, “Have you been good this year?”  I looked at him and said, “I have not been good this year, Santa.”  Then he bent me over his knees.  I was scared and very excited at the same time.  Then he started to spank my backside soft at first and then harder.  The harder he spanked me the more my juices would flow.  I start telling him to spank my butt harder.  My backside was all bright red now and soars.  Then Chris lifted me off his lap by pulling my hair and to the floor on my hands and knees.  I was gasping for air at what he was doing to me I was so excited for what is going to happened next.  Then he got behind me and stuck his big fat erection in my little tight wet swollen canal.  His big belly was bumping up to my butt.  He grabbed my hair and pulled, his big fat shaft hit the back of my canal.  He was pumping his big fat shaft in and out of me.  He was pulling my hair to the rhythm of his going in and out.  My juices was flowing, as I was cumming and squirting all over the place.  He pumped me and pumped me this way for some time.  My legs still felt like they had no bones. 

Then he grabbed me by the waist and rolled me on my back.  He grabbed my legs and shoved them up to my breasts.  Then he took his big fat shaft and stuck the tip in me, and with one hand, he started to shake himself.  The head of his big fat shaft was hitting my g-spot; it was making me go crazy with pleasure.  I was squirting all over him.  Then he stuck the rest of his big fat shaft in my swollen canal, making the big fat tip of him hit the back of my canal so hard that my butt came off the floor.  He started to pound the back of my canal so hard that my but was bouncing on the floor.  I juices flowed out that I was squirting harder then I had ever before.  His big belly was slapping my belly with the rhythm of his strokes, my whole body now felt like jell-o.  We pumped this way for a long time. 

Then he bent me over the arm of the couch, stuck his head to my butt, and started to kiss my cheeks.  It was sending shivers up my spine.  I was gasping for air at what he was doing to me.  He slowly moved his mouth to my rosebud and licked it as if it was a lollypop.  My body was tingling all over.  My chest was heaving in and out with each breathe I was taking in.

Then he slides his body up on top of mine, stuck the head of his big fat shaft to the outside of my rosebud.  With one hand on his big fat shaft, he started to shake it.  He was pushing his big fat shaft into my rosebud at the same time.  I was going nuts with pleasure.  I started to cum when his big fat shaft was about half way in.  I could feel that the arm of the couch was now soaking wet with my juices.  Then he grabbed my hair and rammed his big fat shaft all the way in my rosebud.  It was shoving the couch arm up to the front of me; he was pounding my rosebud very hard.  I was cumming one right after another.  I felt his big fat shaft thrust even harder and deeper into my rosebud.  Then I felt his very big hot steamy load of his juices go straight in me.  He pulled his big fat shaft out of my rosebud. 

We both sat down on the couch I were tired now.  I was so tired that I fall fast to sleep right there on the couch.  When I woke up Chris was gone.  I looked around the room and seen a small present under my Christmas tree.  I got up, went and got the present.  I looked at the tag, the tag said to “Alice” from “Santa.”  I opened the present as fast as I can; it was a red and white striped glass dildo.  I do not know if Chris is the real, “Santa.”  I think I am going to be good this year just in cased.  I know what, I want for Christmas next year.  I want Santa again.

 

The end


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