Christmas 2023- Last House of the Night

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Every year I have a difficult decision to make. The work is done, the presents are almost all delivered, and there are just a few houses left. I take my time wrapping the night up.

Usually a house with particularly good cookies. Something fudgy. But don't go telling my secret or I'll get nothing but fudge for the next few hundred years.

Variety being the spice of life after all. Ordinarily the last house decision is a tough one because I like to enjoy myself and take a minute or two. But you, oh you, made it very easy for me this year.

Well of course I read your letter. I read all the letters. Every last word of yours was dripping with lustful desire.

It was like taking a page out of a romance novel. Not to mention that last line, questioning whether or not I can fit down your chimney. Well here I am.

And I heard you've been especially naughty with a particularly tasty cookie. You seem a bit surprised. Didn't expect your Christmas wish to come true.

Well that's not entirely in the spirit of you, but I will forgive it. Question? I'm sure you have several, but please go ahead.

Ah, do I really know when you're sleeping? I get that one a lot. Well in your particular case it was a matter of knowing when you're awake rather.

Because you don't spend much time sleeping. For instance, I probably came in just after you were getting yourself settled in. Do you mind if I sit for a minute? You can come sit on my lap if you like.

I've been walking over roofs and chimneys all night. It's like having sea legs. That is a fantastic little outfit you've got on.

I have to say it doesn't cover much though. There you go. Sit right on my knee.

Oh, how do your bare cheeks feel against my pants? Mmm, they're soft, aren't they? Like nothing you've ever felt before? Not a coincidence.

And I've got a few things that might qualify. But the night is getting away from us, isn't it? And there was mention of the finest, sweetest glaze in your letter and I could really go for a mouthful of something sweet after the night I've had.

Warming the glaze up now? Mmm, I wonder if there's anything I can do to help. For starters, we'll get these suspenders taken care of.

Help me pull these down, would you? Well, I can't go back to the North Pole with you all over my pants now, can I? But what about my beard? Well, that is a different story.

A few cloud bangs will clean that right up. The pants have to be dry-cleaned. A little bigger than your average candy cane, isn't it? That should help your tight little heater warm up.

Didn't expect the gold bells. Hmm, silver was very third century. Here, listen close and you might even hear them jingle.

Mmm, oh, you see that little drop at the tip? You didn't think you were the only one with a sweet glaze, did you? Oh, mmm, just a taste.

I want you to get a mouthful. Mmm, I bet you never imagined this. Mmm, sitting here with the actual Mr.

Claus. Mmm, while I jingle my bells. Oh, and while you heat up.

Mmm, mmm, look at that. You see how hard that's getting for you? Oh, I may have to move you to the nice list if you don't get up here and sit on Santa's face.

Oh, oh, what a view. Oh, your little candy cane nightgown doesn't cover anything, does it? Oh, hold it right, right above my face, just for a second.

Spread it, spread it. I want to see all of you. Mmm, mmm, mmm, oh.

Mmm, now gently down. Mmm, you feel how soft that is on your thighs. Mmm, my big bushy beard, that's it.

That's it, wiggle your hips, get comfortable for me. Mmm, mmm. Oh, just the tip of my tongue, right alongside your little crease.

Mmm, that shudder, I felt that in your thighs. Mmm, mmm, squeeze them right against my cheeks, that's it, nice and tight. Mmm, it's okay, oh, you can squeeze.

Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm. Oh, you taste amazing. Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm.

Buck those hips for me, that's it. Oh, ride it like my sleigh, beautiful. Oh, mmm, it's all built to take a pounding.

Oh, mmm, mmm. Oh, give me that, oh, give me that wet little hole. Oh, give it to me hard, oh.

Mmm, splash me with that little Naughty List cookie. Oh, mmm, mmm, mmm. Oh, oh, I can't get enough of your silky lips.

Mmm, dragging my tongue flat over your hole. And savoring your wetness with the tip of my tongue. Oh, I can't get enough of you.

Mmm, I haven't tasted cunt like this in years. Mmm, yes, mmm, mmm, is your mouth this good too? Oh, I hate to have you get up to prove it, but your letter was pretty clear that you didn't think I would fit.

Now if you gasp like you do when I stick my tongue in this hole, oh, I should fit just fine. Mmm, that's a sweet one too. Mmm, oh, fuck.

Mmm, I know you want to, I know you want to. We're both here on this bed and I don't have all night. Go ahead and lean down, take me into your mouth if you can.

I'll take care of you back here. Mmm, mmm, and you can try to maintain your composure. You see that little drop at the tip? You didn't think you were the only one with a sweet glaze, did you? Mmm, just a taste.

I want you to get a mouthful. Mmm, mmm, mmm. Oh, oh, oh.

Mmm, oh, it's hard to keep my mouth clamped against you. Mmm, mmm, you suck me in so good. It's been too long, this is exactly what I needed.

Mmm, mmm, your warm, slutty mouth wrapped around my cock. Oh, mmm, your tongue brushing against the underside all the way down. That's it, that's it, nice and slow, all the way down.

Mmm, all the way back up. Mmm, I'm at your pace back here. That's it.

Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, fuck. Mmm, mmm, does that feel good filling your mouth up? Girl, it pushes right down your chimney, doesn't it? Fuck, that feels good.

Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, throat that cock nice and deep for me. Oh, when I feel you swallow around me, take it all down. Mmm, mmm, right to the bells.

Oh, fuck. Mmm, mmm, mmm, seems Santa's got a knack for this chimney thing. So do you.

Mmm, put your tongue out, brush over my balls when you get down there. Just like that, hold it. Mmm, fuck, hold it.

Oh, God. Hold your breath, keep me fucking down there, I'm going to cum. Oh, God.

Oh, God. A few more tastes of this. Oh, it's going to push me right over the edge.

That's it, that's it, clamp in with your lips. Pull your cheeks in. Fuck, fuck.

Oh, yes. Oh, oh, oh. Mmm, mmm, mmm.

Oh, it's leaking out over my cock. Oh, God. Oh, that cum's spilling down over my balls.

That's it, swallow what you can. Oh, oh, that sweet load right down your throat. Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm.

Catch your breath, there's more. Oh, fuck. Mmm, mmm, oh, oh.

Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm. That's it. Oh, God.

Oh, oh, oh. It's still squeezing and nothing's coming out. Fuck, you drained me.

Oh, there you go, keep pulling on the tip. Oh, oh. Oh, I like it.

Mmm, I guess that's what I get for committing to that only once a year thing. You can have laundry for days. Look at that puddle of cum under us.

Mmm, oh. Mmm, what's that out the window? That's not sunlight, is it? Not already.

Oh, I have to get back. Mmm, oh, promise me one thing. Just one thing.

Whatever you do, do not make the good list next year. I want to see you again. Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm.

Hey, what's that over there? I hate that I had to leave on such short notice, but I'm a busy man and a busy man has a busy schedule. I hope this little note makes up for it and maybe stands as a little reminder of what's possible when you keep the Christmas spirit all year long.

Thank you for that delicious cookie. I hope you enjoyed the icing. Merry Christmas.

S. Claus.