Claire hadn't had a date in nine months but stayed occupied with her girlfriends. They had an unofficial women scorned club of sorts and spent two nights a week at one of their houses drinking fruit and liquor concoctions. The recipes for these were courtesy of her best friend Layna who fancied herself an innovative but unofficial bartender.
Tonight was special though, tonight was Christmas Eve and even though they all collectively decided that all men were useless they were out on the prowl at the local watering hole.
Not feeling very frisky tonight Claire didn't wear anything special and decided to forgo the make-up. Why would she want to have a one night stand she would spend Christmas Day regretting? Layna, feeling bad for her friend, decided to spend the night sexless as well. Round after round of shots they ordered until they were plastered and started to think and speak of the men from their past. Claire was especially spiteful of her ex-husband who dumped her after six months of marriage to run off with the little slut who worked in the copy room at his office. He said Claire wasn't good in bed and he was bored. He needed more sexual excitement and gratification.
Somehow, as only alcohol can do, the conversation turned to amusing and imaginative ideas. They often talked about who their dream man would be, what he would look like, and especially what he would do to them in bed. Feeling extremely scornful on this Christmas Eve to be in a bar without a man Claire blurted that she no longer cared what a man looked like; only that he was nice and her new dream man was none other than Santa! Santa must be the nicest man on earth she reasoned and someone like him would never run off with a slut and leave her alone. Layna was laughing so hard she almost wet herself.
Layna thought the mental picture of a jolly old fat man porking her friend from behind while his jolly stomach giggled on her back was the funniest thing she had ever imagined or seen. Claire was adamant though, stating that she had always kinda wondered what that white beard and jolly red nose would feel like on her pussy. They collectively agreed that with the turn the conversation had taken they were thoroughly plastered and it was indeed time to go home.
Claire walked up the path to her house and mentally punished herself for not decorating as she had in the past but she really wasn't into the Christmas spirit this year. She locked her door behind her and made her way down the hall to her four poster bed where she hoped she could just sleep right through Christmas.
It took Claire all of five minutes to be off in dream land where her dreams revolved around a jolly man with a rosy red nose, a naked tanned body that wasn't round in the least but somehow still jolly, and an eight inch hard on protruding from a mass of white hair that matched the white beard upon his face.
A voice woke her. It took a few seconds to understand what this voice was saying. It was a manly voice with a jolly chuckle asking where the milk and cookies were. Claire sat up in bed and switched on her bedside lamp. There in front her was a man, well not quite a normal man, he looked exactly like Santa. With a hearty chuckle Santa asked her if she had been naughty or nice this year. Claire was in such shock she could not respond. When she finally found her voice all she could ask was are you really Santa?
Santa knew she would want proof so with a quick wiggle of that rosy red nose he shared some Christmas magic. Claire found herself spread eagle on her bed with her wrists attached to the head board by ropes that looked and seemed to smell like candy canes. Just as she opened her mouth to protest hard lips covered hers and kissed her with such ravage force she thought her lips would bleed. With wide open eyes she saw the face of elf in front her kissing her so savagely, pointy ears and all. This must be a dream she thought and relaxed a little allowing herself to try to enjoy this forceful kiss. Her lips parted and her tongue met the elf's softening his kiss a little.
A chuckle could be heard from across the room where Santa wiggled his nose once more and Claire became completely nude. A dream Claire told herself, brought on by the shots and talk of Santa licking my pussy. The elf broke the kiss and moved his hot mouth down her neck leaving a trail of gentle kisses, the kisses continued down over her ample breasts until he seemed to find what he was looking for. Settling for the left nipple he gave a few quick licks with his tongue before biting it. Not hard enough for her to bleed but hard enough that Claire let out a cry of pain and pleasure mixed. The elf deciding the breasts were not what he wanted continued down her stomach with his little soft kisses.
Claire now had a full view of Santa again who was standing there naked stroking his member watching the scene. Again he asked Claire if she had been naughty or nice and again he got no answer. With another quick wiggle of his nose a second elf appeared between Claire's legs with his face just inches above her pussy. She could feel his breath come in warm waves over her cunt. She could not help herself, she began to feel that familiar tingle in her loins and she was getting wet.
Santa again asked naughty or nice? Claire responded this time panting she had been nice. Elf number one was licking her just above her clit now and blowing downwards while elf number two was beginning to explore her folds with his fingers. Santa gave a hearty chuckle and told Claire nice was the wrong answer, nice girls don't get secret visits from Santa and with another wiggle of his nose a monstrous looking dildo appeared in his hand.
He slowly walked towards the tied up Claire with the dildo in his hand and a smile on his face. When he reached the bed he kneeled down on the foot of it and instructed his elf to lick that pussy but not to let her find relief. Both elves began to lick and nibble every inch of her pussy making her dripping wet but ignoring her moans and pleas to touch her in just the right places. Santa leaned forward and inserted one finger slowly into her wet warm pussy while the elves continued licking.
He slowly moved the finger in and out bending it just enough to put pressure on her spot. A loud moan filled with hunger escaped Claire's throat. Again Santa asked naughty or nice? This time Claire responded with a scream that she was a very naughty girl! She begged for Santa to punish her for being so naughty.
