Santa makes sure I belong on the Naughty List.

By svb missive kitty. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

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My name is Cat, and as many of you know I live in a fancy condominium development, for a college student, overlooking one of Michigan’s famous lakes.

It was on this bustling cold December night I happened to realize it was Christmas Eve. Our tree was out, my roommate and her own dog away with family, but I and my border collie Avy sat alone watching the dark waves crash outside our building.

 “Well,” I sighed, “Even if no one else will see me I can have my own Christmas. And dress myself up for my own fun.” Truth is, I was horny and wishing I had someone to invite over for the night. Does that make me a slut? Maybe. Christmas night is a special night for screwing one’s self silly.

 “Dear Santa, Is it too late to write a letter and get on your gift list? All I really want is a good fuck.” I muttered just barely audible to myself.

Skipping to my bedroom the first thing my fingers found was my signature kitten choker collar, complete with a round golden bell. Giggling a bit I fasten it, thinking of all the famous stories of reindeer and jingling bells around their own necks. Next I strip down to bare nothing’s, save for my thigh-high hosiery, and dig through my favorite gear. I feel like being dominated. I should have planned ahead for this night.

There’s something wonderful about walking around a spacious luxury condo  in the nude, with all the windows open. Dimming all the lights throughout the place and lighting some candles, I start getting the supplies for a hot bath, just as soon as my cookies are done.

The buzzer startles me just as I finish lubing up a cherry red diamond plug. It’s larger than normal but such a beautiful ruby red; and hell! It’s Christmas!. I slip it inside me and bite my lip hard to keep in a moan, although I don’t really have to, since I’m alone. On the way out of the closet, I impulsively grabbed my fur jacket. The feel of fur on my naked tits, is indescribable!

I walk through my apartment naked except for the few accessories. The choker’s bell jingles as I bend down wiggling my ass for the world to see, as I remove the cookie sheet from the oven. I see an older couple returning from Christmas mass and walking past my back patio, toward their front door. They didn’t see me, but I still got a rush from that idea that they could have

The minute I turn around, I swear my heart drops.

And so do the hot pan of cookies, onto the counter at least.

“Ho. Ho, hoe…” he says, staring at me through the bushiest set of white eyebrows and curly beard I’ve ever seen.

I’m shaking, how did he get here? Who the hell is this, guy, anyway? And why is he dressed like Santa?

“Who are you?” I say with a raspy voice, I’m embarrassed but at the same time my inner woman is more excited to see such a festive gentleman taking in my naked appearance.

We’re only separated by the counter, and I flinch when he reaches towards me, only to realize he’s grabbing a moist cookie. I watch him carefully, like an outdoorsman, peel off his heavily used black gloves, resting them on the counter. I watch his manly hands reach for a cookie. His eyes are such a bright blue, reflecting that inside he is youthful and wild still.

My nipples suddenly erect and perk at attention, I can’t help but squeeze my legs together and feel the plug inside my tight ass.

“Down to business then.” He says, as he wipes crumbs from his furry lips and finally looks at me again. “Cat. You’ve been naughty this year.” He smiles knowingly. I can’t help but stare at my feet. “I Hadn’t planned on any gift for you.”

Crap, I felt like he was privy to every secret of my inner soul. I started to blush, but he added; “I sensed a whispered wish from this home, a couple minutes ago, as I was finishing up next door.” Then he looked at me with a horny grin; “You told Santa that you want a ‘good fuck’?  Maybe you should ask yourself what a naughty girl like you deserves!”

“Very naughty. Get over here.” He instructs standing by the picture window, next to the Christmas Tree.

Immediately I follow him back into the living room where he must have found his way in from my fireplace. The window drapes are open and the full moon streams into the candlelit room, my dog still asleep in her bed by the tree.

“On your knees if you want to be on Santa’s good side.” He’s more dominant than I could have ever imagined, his heavy black boots thump behind me. He tossed my fur jacket to the couch as I sink to my knees facing away from him, in front of the big window. My breath is more than gone, I’ve never been so exposed to a stranger.

The sound of a heavy belt being undone, zippers down, pants dropping.

I swallow the thick saliva in my mouth, I know I’m drooling and not just because of the smell of cookies but the reality of Santa Clause behind me, going to punish me. Because I am a bad, bad girl.

I flinch when I feel his big strong hands along the side of my neck, but he soothes me, my breasts are prickled with goosebumps in fear, yet he rubs my shoulders silently. Pushing my long black hair to one side he suddenly yanks it back so my head is thrust back, I look up at him, gasping in fear more than pain.

“Turn around now girl.” He orders.

I’m facing him, facing the part of him that juts out stiffly. He’s buck naked and hairy. He’s built like a lumberjack and has just enough of a belly to prove he is the real Santa. His cock is larger than I could have imagined, and it’s only seconds before he pulls my head to it. Yanking me by my hair it’s seconds before the whole fat engorged cock head is in my mouth and I’m slipping and sliding the head around my twirling tongue. His cock head is fatter than his tapering shaft. My mouth was straining to open wide enough for his head, but as he descended my throat, my jaw relaxed more.

 The feel of a large stiff cock in my throat is indescribable. I’m no longer actively making love to his cock. I’m simply a hospitable host to his magnificent phallic idol. He’s making passionate love to my orifice.

I know better than to gag but I let him use me, fucking my throat with such a grace and passion. My mouth is his now, his thick drool covered balls slap against my chin. Each thrust feels farther down my throats than the previous. I can taste his manhood’s precum on my tongue & sliding down my throat.

The bell on my choker keeps jingling, creating a warm moist, Christmassy feel.

I’m wetter than I’ve ever been, I stare up at him over his thick belly, wondering if I could make an offering that would appeal to him.

It’s like he reads my mind, & his cock pops out of my mouth with a wet smack. He swings his cock back & forth across my lips, leaving a surprisingly sweet syrup of pre cum. But I’m not surprised, he is the real Santa after all.

“Do you really wish to wipe yourself off my Naughty list?” He questions, holding my hair tight again. I know not to disobey him. I want to be both naughty and nice.

“Yes sir!” I whimper, a small twinkle of tears gather at my eyes, I’m panting, breasts heaving.

“Then beg.” He pulls me to my feet & over to the end of the couch. I keep my hands behind my back and bend over the armrest in front of him, I rest against the couch and moan a little, knowing my exposed cherry anal plug must be winking at him.

“Please, put me on your nice list.” I pant.

He makes me wait. I’m shaking in anticipation, but I wasn’t expecting it when a harsh and angry belt smacks down on the pale flesh of my ass cheek.

“Oh!” I cry, hands falling in front of me to get a better grip on the couch. His thick Christmas belt make a raspy noise as he draws it back and strikes again with a heavy wap!

I moan so loudly I pray the neighbors don’t hear, but the heat rises to my cheeks, I’m enjoying this punishment more than I would have expected.

Two more waps! And it stings so bad all I can feel is my juices between my pussie lips. The stings go straight to my screaming clit nerves.

He drops the belt with a thump and I suddenly feel the much softer fingers tracing the cherry ball of my ruby plug.

“Very festive.” He grumbles happily. I hear the rumble of his hearty laugh. I want more than anything to shove something, anything thick, up my aching pussy.

“Please.” I beg, closing my eyes and gripping the couch for dear life.

He obliges, firmly placing his meaty hands on my pale hips I feel him position that giant head at my sopping cunt opening and thrust his way in. My bell jingles loudly when I throw my head back in ecstasy. Sweat beads at my forehead as his hot belly presses against the small of my back. His cock reaches so far into me that my clit is burning with need. Begging for anything to rub against it to give me release.

I’m aching against him, pressing my pussy back to meet him at every smack, I’m completely his. I’ve never been so thoroughly used like this. His cock has no mercy, and he has no intention to get me off, I’m his toy, his Christmas toy. I am asking him f