I shivered at the promise in Santa’s tone and the sight of him on his knees between my legs, stroking his enormous shaft. I worried I wouldn’t be able to accommodate his size. I’d never seen a cock that big outside of a porno.
He must’ve seen my fear because he leaned down and kissed me. “It’s going to be the ride of your life. I promise. Now turn over.”
I didn’t know what he had planned, but I did as he ordered. Goldir arranged me so that a pillow was under my pelvis, forcing my ass into the air. I had a moment of hesitation about my giant butt hanging out there, but those fears were assuaged when Santa called his elves over to his angle.
“Have you ever seen such a glorious ass?” he asked them.
“Never,” Nestor answered, running a reverent hand over one of my giant white globes. “I could bury myself in this ass forever.”
Goldir came to my other side and bit my cheek. I jumped at the sting, but he quickly soothed it with a lick and a kiss.
Adasser gave my ass a smack. “I’d fuck this ass all day, every day.”
“Now that we’ve got her where we want her, what should we do with her?” Santa asked.
His question sent chills of desire through me. I rolled my nipples between my fingers and bit my lip. What were they going to do to me?
A hot tongue pressed against my anal rose. I gasped as Adasser rimmed my hole. Pleasure snaked through me and I pressed my face into the mattress, sticking my ass higher in the air. More. I wanted more.
Santa chuckled. “She likes it. Let’s see if she likes this.”
I felt the slippery intrusion of something circular slip past my anal ring. Then another. This one larger. Then a larger one still until I was full. I groaned. I loved ass play. The tongue returned, sweeping around the thick base of the anal beads. A hand reached between my legs and suddenly a vibrator was pressed to my clit and held there. Santa smacked my ass with the flat of his hand and held it over the sting. He slapped me again and again as the sensations built.
My cheeks burned. My clit burned. My asshole burned. I shouted when I came. The orgasm drew out longer than any I’d ever had before as the anal beads were pulled from me. I sagged on the bed, totally spent. I couldn’t take anymore. There was no way. I couldn’t even move.
“Turn her over,” Santa ordered and the elves complied.
Four men with powerfully huge erections kneeled over me, looking down at me as though I should do something about their predicament. But I was too tired. As much as I wanted to, there was no way I could take care of them the way they’d taken care of me.
Santa leaned over me and kissed me. There was nothing but sweet appreciation in his kiss. The elves kissed and licked my body, starting with my hands and feet and progressing up my limbs in turns—one man, then another. Santa kissed a path down my chest to my belly. My whole body vibrated under the onslaught. Despite my earlier doubts I could get aroused again, my chest heaved, my nipples puckered, and my pussy, my insatiable pussy dripped. They kissed and licked me everywhere except where I now wanted—no, needed—them to suck me. Writhing on the bed, I tried to relieve the pressure myself, but my hands were held, forcing me to endure the endless pleasure.
Santa lifted one of my legs, turning my body to the side. Pillows were shoved under me, lifting my lower body into the air. Santa positioned his dick against my pussy and teased, running his cock head back and forth in my dripping heat.
“What do you want for Christmas, little girl?” Santa asked.
“I want you to fuck me,” I gasped. “I want you all to fuck me.”
Here Comes Santa Claus came over the speakers as Santa pushed his huge cock into me, not stopping until he was fully seated. Trying to adjust to the intrusion, I gulped in air. The elves continued their oral assault. One of them sucked my toes while kneading my arch, which I found tantalizingly erotic.
Santa glared down at me as he slowly withdrew till his tip rimmed my pussy. He drove into me again in the same agonizingly slow movement. I knew it was for me. So I could adjust. But with my foot hooked over his shoulder and the elves finding sexual centers on my body I didn’t know existed, all I wanted was to be pounded hard and fast.
Adasser exposed my clit and sucked on it. My head rolled back and I lost all sense of who was where doing what. Santa held me by my leg and picked up his pace, forcing his giant cock into me harder and harder. His body became slick with sweat. Too soon I cried out, my whole body going taut. Adasser’s clever mouth drew out my orgasm to impossible lengths. I never thought it would stop.
Santa groaned and thrust deep into me, bathing my cunt in his delectably hot cum. I ached to taste it. He pulled out of me and I swung my leg off his shoulder and sat up so I could suck his cock. I gripped it in both hands and licked from the base to the tip, swirling my tongue across his salty head. He held my face all the while, telling me how beautiful and sexy I was. The elves joined in and I found myself swamped with male appreciation and desire like I’d never felt before.
When I’d gotten my fill of Santa’s juices I flopped back on the bed. Again I was arranged on the bed, this time on my stomach. Parting my ass cheeks with sure hands, Nestor sucked the cum from my pussy, his thumb gently strumming my clit. Soon I was begging for him to fuck me. He thrust hard into me, gripping my hips. The other elves gathered around and encouraged him. His cock just kept coming, hitting my G-spot in a constant rhythmic motion.
I panted, so close to orgasm. He twisted his hips, the motion making him hit harder, and I came, crying out his name. He growled, shooting his load deep into my cunt. Two down. Two to go. I didn’t think anything could get me going again, but the thought of more spunk running down the insides of my legs had me begging Goldir to be next. His cock was the shortest but the thickest by far. I yearned to be stretched by him.
Goldir stepped up behind me as soon as Adasser pulled out of me with a smack on the ass. Without hesitation Goldir thrust into me. I gasped and strained to accommodate him. He lunged at me over and over, his broad cock almost unbearable. Santa straddled my back, careful not to crush me, and fingered my anal rose. That’s all it took for me to begin barreling toward orgasm. Goldir stiffened and shot his jizz into me. The pulse of his cock inside me did me in. I came on a long, low moan.
As unceremoniously as he entered me, Goldir pulled his cock out. Nestor was next. Santa leveraged off of me and they rolled me onto my back. Santa laid my head in his lap and wrapped my arms around his back, holding them in place. Adasser and Goldir spread some kind of lubricant on my cunt. As if I needed it with the hot cum of three men dripping out of me.
But this wasn’t lube. Oh, no. It was hot and tingly. The two elves held me down when I tried to move. Nestor knelt between my legs. He had a cock ring on with a vibrating bullet positioned so that when he thrust into me, it would pulse on my clit. Santa grabbed my tits in his hands. The sneaky bastard had vibrating bullets that stimulated my nipples. Nestor positioned himself over me and ran his cock up and down my crack. His wasn’t a sudden intrusion; it was achingly slow and deliberate.
I couldn’t help but stare at where our bodies connected. Something flickered in his gaze, something I couldn’t put my finger on. He looked at me differently than the other men had. Oh they desired me, but Nestor, he not only wanted me, he cared about me. The realization made the backs of my eyes sting. He wanted me to see him, to see how he felt about me as he entered me.
He took his time, building me slowly toward orgasm. I arched my back to take him deeper. I wanted this connection with him and I wanted him to know it. The other men and everything else in the room faded away in that moment. It was just me and Nestor. I gripped the headboard behind Santa, suddenly wishing he wasn’t there, wishing none of them were there. This was my fantasy. I never thought in a million years that a man like Nestor could want me, really want me.
But he clearly did, whispering words of endearment, telling me how beautiful I was. A curl of his dark hair stuck to his forehead as he worked over me. I dug my heels into his back, encouraging him. Oh god, he felt good. So good. None of the others had felt like this. None of the others had looked at me the way he was looking at me. None of them made me feel this wanton or wanted. Who was this man? What was he doing to me?
The other two elves clamped their mouths on my nipples. The bite of the suction threw me over the edge and I cried out Nestor’s name as I came. Nestor thrust into me several more times and then collapsed on top of me, his hot jizz pumping from his cock into my cunt. Our gazes locked and held over the top of the other men’s heads. I wished in that moment that I knew his real name.
He pulled out of me, bent down, and placed a reverent kiss on the top of my pussy. I was spent. The men were spent. But we still had the rest of the night. I wondered how the tone would change, how what I’d just experienced would change the adventure. I couldn’t send the rest of the men away and a part of me didn’t want to. I’d paid for this sexcapade. I was going to see it through no matter what. Not even for a sexy elf with a dimple in his cheek and dreamy, chocolate brown eyes.