The snow was falling gently without a whisper of wind to affect the lazy
path of the snowflakes as they tumbled in the cool crisp winter night.
Below, the town was spread across the winter landscape everything in view
softened by the continuing snowfall. A quarter moon barely lit the scene
with a pale silver light.

With a swoosh, the flakes parted and reindeer pulling a sled sped on to
the waiting town below. The reindeer slowed and gently stepped onto the
first roof. A large jolly fat man dressed in red trimmed with beautiful
white fur and shiny black boots jumped from the sled. He had a bag over
his shoulder. He patted Dancer and Prancer as he went past, saying “I’ll
be right back, boys.” He jumped up onto the chimney ledge and with a merry
smile disappeared down the flue.

The room was softly lit by the twinkling multi-colored lights on the
Christmas tree. He opened his bag and quickly arranged the contents of his
sack, beautiful packages in all sizes and shapes, under the tree. As he
turned to head back up the chimney a woman stepped into the room. She was
dazzling. Platinum hair fell in soft curls around her face. Eyes the
color of the bluest tropical sea reflected the glittering light. Her lips
were scarlet and full and parted and the tip of her tongue wet her lips as
he stared at her. His eyes traced down to her full breasts that seemed
ready to burst forth from the lacy black robe that barely covered her hips.
His eyes followed her long slender shapely legs to the small stiletto
slippers on her feet. His eyes roamed back up but stopped at her breast as
the robe parted, the two edges catching on her nipples, stopping it from
opening further.

“Santa, did you bring me a present?” she asked in a husky sensual
contralto.

Tearing his eyes from her breasts he answered, “Yes, my dear,” pointing
to the tree.

She walked over to him, the robe continuing to open so that her breasts
were on display to Santa’s bedazzled eyes. “That’s not the present I
want.” She knelt in front of him. Her hand found his zipper and pulled it
down and in one quick motion had his cock out of his pants. It was fat
just as he and red like his cheeks. “Oh Santa,” she said. “You have a
wonderful candy cane.” Her mouth parted and she sucked the tip of his fat
cock into her mouth making deliciously naughty slurping sounds as she did.

“Your candy cane is so sweet,” she said as she undid the mighty black
belt and pulled his red pants down around his ankles.

“Oh, my dear. We can’t do this,” Santa exclaimed.

Taking her lips from his rapidly expanding organ, she continued to
slowly stroke his cock as she said, “Why? Are you going to put me on the
bad girl list? I like being a bad girl with you,” as her mouth found his
distended organ again. She took his cock into her mouth, her tongue
lashing the head as she sucked and stroked.

“Oh, but if Mrs. Claus,” he said in consternation. “I can’t have sex
with you.”

Slurping up and down his cock she smiled and then pulling back said,
“But Santa, this isn’t sex. Why, the President himself testified that
sucking cock isn’t sex.” Her hot mouth found his cock again and sucked
while her hand stroked his slippery wet pole for all she was worth.

Santa felt his toes curling and the hot blood running in his veins told
him he would soon be giving her another present. Images of Mrs. Claus
filled his mind. Oh Lord, he thought. If Mrs. Claus finds out… I’ll
be sleeping with the reindeer till next Christmas.

Panic filling his mind Santa jumped back. His cock popped wetly from
her hot mouth. Grabbing his empty sack, Santa beat a hasty retreat back up
the chimney with his pants still down around his ankles. He stood panting,
looking back down the chimney. He was so close to cumming. In his mind he
saw those beautiful full breasts and felt again her hot mouth around his
cock. His eyes closed and he imagined her mouth around his throbbing cock.

Right then, Rudolph seeing Santa standing in the snow his pants down
around his ankles decided to nudge the old fool. Rudolph’s nose, having
been lit now for some hours, was quite warm. And as he nudged Santa the
feeling of a hot poke right in his ass pushed poor Santa over the orgasmic
edge. He fell against the chimney, his cock pointing down to the temptress
who caused all this fuss in the first place, as his cum surged from his
balls and spasm after spasm shook his body. The cum blasted from his cock
and glob after glob of his sticky white frosting flew down the chimney into
the house below. Weak in the knees, Santa collapsed on the edge of the
chimney.

He heard a faint laughter wafting up from below and a voice calling up
to him, “Thank you for the present Santa. I’ll be waiting for you next
year! And To All a Good Night!”