It had been a couple of weeks since my late night meet with him. He’d sent me a text inviting me to come to his on Christmas Eve for us to have relaxed evening and to spend some time catching up. He informed me that he would be coming from a works Christmas party so he would give me an exact time on the day but that he would make sure it wasn’t too late as he knows if I’m waiting around for a long period of time that I can get a little nervous. This act of looking out for me made me smile and made me feel relaxed, knowing that he was aware of how I would be feeling and thinking ahead to keep me at ease. As Christmas Eve grew near we kept in contact most days, flirting occasionally and me telling him of a Santa dream I had, which we both laughed about with it being so silly, but to which he said he could see the appeal, helping Santa to “unload his sack” and all.
Finally Christmas Eve arrived. I spent the day keeping myself busy before slowly getting ready in the evening, awaiting his message to let me know he was home. Soon he said he was ready and I began walking to his, looking forward to seeing him again after a few weeks. As I made my way to his I received a text: “The front door will be unlocked, enter and lock it behind you”. These instructions sent a wash of intrigue over me, the casualness of it making me made blush a little and I noticed that my pace had increased as I walked towards his. Soon I had arrived, making my way inside and locking the door behind me before taking off my coat and shoes. I took a second to catch my breath to relax before stepping into the living room.
As I stepped through the threshold I was presented with him sat back on his sofa with a huge cheeky grin on his face, as he was wearing a novelty Santa Claus outfit, complete with a Santa hat and fake beard. I will admit I let out a chuckle and gave him a disapproving look before smiling and eyeing him up. He said “What would be a better Christmas present than making your Santa dream a reality?”, before slowly unbuttoning his bright red trousers to reveal his fully erect cock and swollen balls to me. I stood there for a few moments, watching him start to stroke his cock, before I began to slowly take my clothes off, before long being stood naked in front of him. I carefully lowered myself onto all fours, locking eye contact with him the entire time, as I began to slowly creep forward, one hand and knee at a time before I was perched inches away from him.
Seeing him slowly stroke his cock as he had this primal look barring down into my eyes sent a rush pleasure through me. My mouth started to water slightly as my gaze kept locked with his, lowering my head until my lips were gently resting against his balls. I reached out my tongue slowly, coaxing each ball into my mouth as his taste flooded my senses, before closing my lips around his sack and starting to massage and suckle on his balls. I then ran my hand up his thigh, gently reaching across until I took over stroking his cock for him, slowly working my hand up and down his shaft, feeling just how hard he was for me. I kept doing this eagerly, the longer it went on him starting to let out slight groans, his balls getting more sensitive the longer I sucked on them. As this started to happen he pulled my head up, releasing his ballsack from my mouth before pulling down his trousers fully, telling me remove them from around his ankles, before leaning back and putting his knees up into the area, grasping my head and stuffing it against his arse.
No sooner had he stuffed my face down there I was already working my tongue inside his arsehole, passionately making out with it and making him let out a series of soft moans the more I did it. Having his hand still holding my hair, controlling when I pulled away or how deep I pressed my tongue, it really got me going. Each passing minute I found myself loosing control, being at his whim and only caring about how much I wanted to pleasure him. I kept looking up at him when I could, seeing him in pure delight at his command over me. I couldn’t take it anymore! I wanted him inside me! I pulled myself up, standing over him and pulling knees down so he was sat normally on the sofa and proceeded to straddle him. A slight look of surprise came over him but he quickly understood what was happening. As I lowered my hips he spread my butt cheeks with his hands, me feeling his cock rub across my arsehole before I arched my back until I felt him slowly slide inside me. I let out an audible gasp as I lowered further and further, resting my hands on his chest to support myself as his cock filled me deeper and deeper.
I began to gently ride him, slowly at first, feeling his hands slide over my skin until they rested on my hips, gently grasping them as he started to control my movement, pulling me up slowly before pushing my hips down faster. This felt amazing! Every stroke sent a pulse of pleasure up through my body, and I could tell he was getting more pent up the longer we went. It felt like we did this for over an hour, building and building until I was vigorously riding his cock like it was the last thing I’d do. He had started to let out more and more moans, each one getting more intense than the next, the look in his eyes getting more feral by the second. As my eyes locked contact with him again he wrapped his arms under my legs and proceeded to lift me up, before spinning around and throwing me down onto the sofa, spreading my legs in the air as he thrusted his cock back inside me. This sudden change took me by surprise but I trusted him completely to not be too much. He positioned my legs over his shoulders as repositioned us both, his long strokes driving deeper now making me gasp audibly each time.
I could tell as he fucked me that he was getting close to climax. As the sweat started to glisten across his skin as he furiously pounded me, I sensed he was trying to hold on as long as he could. The moans he was letting out were mesmerising, sounding like a feral animal in heat, his every stroke bringing him closer and closer. I looked up at him, us both gazing deep into each other eyes, before I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue a little, gesturing what I wanted to happen next. He snuck a cheeky smile as he nodded, pulling out and standing back a step, allowing me to slide down onto my knees before him, tilting my head back and sticking out my tongue ready to receive him. He placed one hand on my head grasping my hair, as he began to vigorously stroke his cock over my mouth, letting out an almighty howl as his thick salty nectar erupted from his cock, heavy ropes shooting into my mouth. My eyes rolled back as his cum flooded my taste buds, instinctively wrapping my lips around his cock and forcing it deeper, his last few throbs pumping his load straight down my throat. When he had finally finished I released his cock from my mouth, staying knelt there before him, gazing at him still in half the Santa costume, his cock slowly relaxing as he caught his breath. He looked down at me, cracking a smile as he said: “So, are you happy you helped Santa unload his sack?”. |
