A Visit to Santa

N.B. Everyone in this story is over 21

The stars sparkled in the night sky as the sleigh sped over the snowy ground, pulled by two magnificent black horses and driven by a tall dark man in a top hat and cape.

I was sitting in the back between two elves, bundled up in furry blankets to stay warm and wearing brightly colored pyjamas.

As a 30 year old man, I should have felt slightly foolish, but all I felt was anticipation.

Ahead I could see a snow covered chalet, with twinkly lights round the windows and smoke coming from the chimney. It was then that I felt that first little thrill of excitement run through my body.

We pulled up at the door and one of the elves turned to me.

"So are you ready to meet Santa, Kevin?"

I nodded, not able to speak.

They unwrapped me from all the blankets and I felt the chill night air hit me, then the driver was helping me down from the sled and carrying me up to the door.

He knocked loudly, opened the door and set me down, then stepped away, closing the door behind him.

It was dimly lit, but lovely and warm, the heat coming from a wood burning stove in the corner and beside it was a huge Christmas tree covered in lights and baubles.

Along the other side there was a huge bed with a red shiny quilt and a pile of brightly patterned cushions.

Right in the middle of the room, sitting on a big leather armchair was Santa Claus himself, resplendent in his fur trimmed robes and high black boots, with his silver hair and beard glistening in the firelight.

"Welcome, my boy. Come closer where I can see you."

I crept forward and stood in front of him.

He looked at me with intense blue eyes and spread his legs.

"Do you want to sit on my knee Kevin?"

I nodded and climbed up on his solid thigh, feeling the warmth of him through my thin pyjamas. He held me from behind with one arm, while his other hand rested on my thigh, giving me a tingle in my groin.

"Now that's better isn't it? Tell me have you been good this year?"

"Yes Santa. I've been very good."

"I think you're lying, Kevin and you know what happens to liars, don't you. They get punished."

Before I knew it, he'd flipped me over his knees and pulled down my pyjama bottoms. His large hand came down and smacked my bare skin with a loud slapping sound.

As he carried on smacking my arse, I found myself getting hard, but when I tried to reach round to get at my cock, he slapped my hand away.

"Don't touch yourself, Kevin."

After about twenty hard wallops to my behind, he set me upright, my cheeks stinging, my pyjama bottoms round my ankles and my erect cock sticking out on display.

Santa chuckled and pulled off my top, running his hand over my smooth chest, then working his way down to cup my balls and fondle my hard cock.

"I do like your body, Kevin, especially your cute behind. Look what it's done to Santa."

He undid his robe showing off a naked hairy chest and belly. His fly was already open and a thick, veined 10 ins cock stood proud and menacing, bending slightly upwards with a round bulbous head.

I took a sharp intake of breath as I gazed at the monster cock before me, already imagining how it would feel to have that thick shaft inside my hole and my sphincter muscle twitched at the very thought.

I looked up at Santa's face and when he nodded, I dropped to my knees and placed my hand on his throbbing cock. There was no way I was going to get my hand all the way round, but just holding that pulsating rod was enough and I could feel every bulging vein beneath my fingers.

I tentatively stuck out my tongue and licked a drop of precum that was balanced on the tip, immediately getting the salty male smell of his cock in my nostrils.

As I breathed in, his large hand clamped on to the back of my head and pushed me on to his mushroom head, forcing it down my throat.

Just for a minute, I couldn't breathe, his cock gagging me completely, but the feel of him in my mouth was so amazing that I relaxed and began sucking on that huge tool as best I could, getting as far down his length as possible.

Santa was stroking the back of my head.

"That's a good boy, suck Santa's cock."

After a while, he pulled his cock out of my mouth and lifted me up on to his lap, before kissing me hard, his tongue exploring my mouth and I could feel his hardness throbbing between my legs.

I put my hands on his chest, rubbing his hairy pecs and twisting his nipples, which made him release a moan deep in his throat and give me a long stare from those piercing blue eyes.

Picking me up easily, he walked over to the bed and threw me face down among the cushions, my arse in the air.

I felt the tickle of his beard at my crack, then the tip of his tongue began to rim my hole, both of his hands on my cheeks holding them apart for access.

He began to probe my hole with his tongue, licking and sucking, covering my pucker with saliva.

I knew what was coming soon and I couldn't wait for it to happen and like he'd heard my thoughts, Santa's tongue stopped exploring my hole.

"I think you're ready to get fucked now Kevin."

A mewing sound escaped from my mouth and I started quivering with anticipation as I felt the head of his massive cock nudge my hole.

Still holding my cheeks apart, he slowly pushed against me till my sphincter gave way and let him in, stretching my hole open like it had never been before and he gave a grunt of satisfaction.

Slowly, he carried on forcing his way inside me, inch by inch till I could feel him against my skin, his hairy belly rubbing on my arse cheeks.

He rested like that for a couple of minutes to let me get used to the size of him invading my back passage, then began a slow thrusting rhythm that became faster and faster, slamming into my hole.

He was riding me hard now and I thought my arse would break with the force of his thrusts and that huge weapon embedded in my hole.

He was pounding me so hard that I could feel his balls banging against me every time and he was breathing faster.

"Are you enjoying this, Kevin."

"Yes Santa, I fucking love it."

"That's what I like to hear. Someone who appreciates a present from Santa."

"Yes, thank you Santa. Your cock feels amazing, Santa."

"Well Santa's going to come inside you now. Would you like that?"

When he said that, I nearly came without even touching myself.

"Yes give me your load, Santa. I want to feel it filling my hole."

Santa thrust hard against me, his cock going balls deep in my hole, the weight of his body squashing me into the pillows as he worked up to climax, his relentless pounding of my arse growing increasingly frenzied, till he roared out loud and released a stream of cum into my back passage, that flowed and flowed, flooding me with hot liquid.

At last his jerking stopped and he lay on top of me, taking some of the weight on his elbows so that he didn't flatten me entirely.

Right then, I don't think I cared about anything except the huge cock buried in me and the deposit of man juice that he'd left inside me.

I was also aware of a stickiness beneath me and realized that I'd had my own orgasm in the heat of the moment.

Santa moved and turned me around presenting his still hard cock to my mouth for me to lick clean, which I wasted no time in doing, relishing the feel of him, as my tongue travelled up and down his shaft, getting every sticky drop from his cock.

Then he hugged me to him, pressing me against his hairy chest, and his beard tickled as he put his face close to mine, his blue eyes shining in the firelight.

"You were a great fuck, Kevin and made Santa very happy. Merry Christmas."

One more kiss from Santa and then the sleigh driver appeared to wrap me up in a huge furry blanket and carry me back to the sleigh, where I snuggled down between the elves, who piled more blankets around me to keep me warm.

When we reached the hotel, the driver carried me all the way up to my room and laid me carefully on the bed.

"Goodnight Kevin, sleep well."

I was out like a light, dreaming about a snowy sleigh ride and Santa's massive cock.

In the morning, I found that I had some difficulty walking and my arse hole was slightly sore, but that just reminded me of last night, which now almost seemed like a dream.

When I went down for breakfast, the two young waiters seemed familiar. Although they were dressed in their black and white uniforms, they looked very like the two elves from last night, but gave no indication that they recognized me.

After I'd checked out at reception, I walked over to the porter's desk, to get him to call a taxi to the airport.

Again the tall dark man in the green jacket looked familiar.

Was he the driver from last night, who'd carried me in his arms? If he was, he remained totally professional and phoned for my taxi, telling me it would be about 15 mins.

I was waiting near the entrance when a tall, heavily built man walked across the lobby towards me. He was immaculately dressed in a dark suit with a silver beard and silvery white hair which was tied back in a neat ponytail.

He shook my hand as he introduced himself.

"Good Morning, Mr Day, my name is Edward Collins and I'm the general manager here at Fantasy Lodge. I trust you enjoyed your stay with us."

I was slightly flustered, but managed to stammer.

"Yes, thank you it was excellent. I had a wonderful time."

He fixed me with his piercing blue eyes, as his hand discreetly slipped down to cup the bulge of his crotch.

"I'm glad we gave you satisfaction, sir."

He handed me a business card, then walked off leaving me in a state of utter excitement and confusion.

Luckily my taxi arrived at that moment and on the way to the airport, I studied the card in my hand.

Fantasy Lodge.

We make Your Every Dream a Reality

Edward Collins General Manager.

The thought of what I'd experienced brought a smile to my face. Tomorrow I'd be back at work in my grey suit, being Kevin Day, the bank manager, but just for one night I'd fulfilled my dream of getting fucked by Santa Claus.

Just then, an email pinged on my phone from the hotel.

'Thank you for staying with us at Fantasy Lodge. Now think about booking your next adventure. We're waiting to make your dream a reality.'

Later as I sat on the plane, I was already planning my next holiday in summer, where I trip and hurt my leg while walking in the forest and get rescued by a manly, silver haired woodcutter with piercing blue eyes, who carries me back to his cabin among the trees........

Merry Christmas Everyone. x