Claus Enterprises: An Erotic Holiday Short Story (2 page)

“
But since I am dreaming and
you’re so fucking hot, what the hell, right?”

“
Wait,
what?” Her reaction catches me by
surprise.

“
Fuck me,
Santa.”
 

Who am I to deny a Christmas wish?
Starting at her hips, I run my hands up the sides of her body,
rounding her shoulders. Her breath grows heavier under my touch as
the blanket drops to the floor.

“
Mmm. You’re a stunner,
Olivia.”

I stare at her full breasts and cup the both
of them, rubbing her nipples until they
resemble two gumdrops. I suck on them one at a time. She
throws her head back and digs into my shoulders. I can tell I have
her right where I want her.

I give her bottom half a coy stare,
especially the little snowflakes on her panties. Wasting no time, I
pull those cotton cutesy things down to her ankles and hold her
hand while she steps out of them. Just as I suspected... the carpet
matches the drapes. My little Gingerbread here is a
natural redhead.

“
Now, that’s much better.” I can
tell she’s nervous by her body language and I must do something
about that. I unbutton my suit jacket and take it off, draping it
over the arm of the couch. Next, I carefully take off my tie, then
my shirt. Olivia is intently watching my strip tease and starts to
relax.

“
Wow, there must be some gym in
the North Pole,” she says, twisting her hair around her finger and
checking me out.

“
State of the art, actually,” I
say and drop to my knees in front of her.

“
I’m a little nervous,
Santa.”

“
Don’t be. I want you to
relax and enjoy Santa’s gift.” Inches away from her pussy, I can
feel the weight of her anticipation before I even touch her.
Grabbing hold of her hips, I pull her to my face and kiss the spot
above her ginger public hair. When I slide the tip of my
tongue over her clit, she releases a sigh and holds a tuft of my
hair in her fist. She spreads her legs farther apart so I can slip
my tongue all the way down the length of her now, dipping into her
folds. It’s been a long time since anyone has done this to her and
she forgot just how much she missed it... until now. I know this
because I can read the thoughts of humans. Sometimes it’s a
blessing knowing the things that I know, other times...

“
You taste so good, Olivia,” I’m
looking up at her now.

She nudges my head back down so I
can continue to lick her, putting the focus back on her
swollen clit. She’s getting hypnotized by the rolling of my tongue,
slow and firm over her “pleasure button” as she calls it. She also
thinks it’s nice to have something other than her own fingers or
her vibrator touching it.

I’m really pushing into it now. She
loses her balance at the sensation, but I hold her steady to my
mouth by cupping her ass cheeks. With one hand still in my hair, I
look up and see her playing with her nipples with the other. She
rolls one in between her thumb and index finger in cadence to my
tongue. I lick her harder, making her staggered moans echo through
the room as a fierce orgasm rips through her.

“
Santa! Oh fuck...!” Ahh, I love
humans.

I hold onto her waist to support
her as I slow the rhythm of my tongue. When I’m done licking her, I
trail my lips up her body until I meet her at eye level. I can feel
little traces of her excitement dripping from my
chin.

“
Do you like your gift so
far?”

“
Yes, thank you. I...I needed
that.”

“
Oh Santa’s not finished with you
yet.” I reach into my pocket, pull out the contents and hold
them out in front of her. Her eyes widen.

“
Pick one.”

“
Hmmm, red.
”

“
Excellent.” I hold up her condom
of choice and tuck the rest back in my pocket.

“
Are we going to fuck now?” She
asks with a burst of excitement.

“
Oh yes, we’re going to fuck,
Olivia. Tell Santa the last time you were fucked to satisfaction by
someone.”

“
Fucked and fucked to satisfaction
are two entirely different things.”

“
Yes, they are, but tonight, I
promise you’ll be fucked to satisfaction.” I start to work my
zipper, but she stops me.

“
Wait, may I do the honors?” I
smile at her and hold my arms out at my sides.

“
Of course you may.” She takes my
zipper down. The weight of my erection strains against her hand
through the material of my trousers. She opens them and I can tell
by the look on her face that she’s surprised to see I’m not wearing
underwear. My cock drapes out in front of her. I can smell the pang
of adrenaline as it rushes through her. I finish getting naked to
move this along. After all, it’s Christmas Eve and I have
a bunch of other Naughty Listers to pay a personal visit
to.

“
Where would you like Santa to
fuck you?”

“
Anywhere I want?”

“
Anywhere you want.”

“
Right here on the
couch.”

I sit down and hold the red condom up in front
of her.

“
Put it on me.”

She kneels in front of me and
delicately tears the wrapper open with her teeth. She presses it to
the tip of my cock, pinches the tip and rolls it down over me.
Taking her by the hand, I help her climb onto my lap. I then
put my finger to her pussy and give her a quick massage to see
if she’s ready.

“
Mmm...nice and wet for
Santa.”

She takes hold of it and guides me
inside her. It’s been a while since she’s felt the stretch of a
real man penetrating her. I groan as he she slides all the way
down on it. She feels nice inside, I must admit. Holding on to the
back of the couch, she starts to ride me, slow at first to get her
rhythm going, then she grinds harder. She’s thinking I’m the
biggest she’s ever had, but she adjusts to my size right away.
The more I stretch her, the wetter she gets.

I squeeze her
nipples as she rides me, giving tension as she leans back. She’s so
wet now that there’s nearly a flood across my lap, causing a
suckling sound as she moves on top of me. 
Merry Christmas, I love that sound.

“
This is what you’ve wanted all
year, haven’t you? A nice, real fuck. Does it feel
good?”

“
Yeeees...mmmm, Santa.”

“
You like the way Santa’s cock
feels inside you, don’t you, Olivia?”

“
I do.”

“
I want to hear how much it does
when I make you come.”

I press my fingers into her clit
and she writhes against them. I focus on the lights of the
Christmas tree as the orgasm takes her over. I sit back grinning,
proud of my handy work unfolding in front of me. I hold her close,
flicking her hard nipples with my tongue as she sings her pleasure
song to me like a Christmas carol.

“
Ooooh, I never came like that
during sex,” she pants.

“
I know. You poor thing.” I pull
her down to the couch and climb on top of her.

“
Again?” She beams with
excitement.

“
Yes, Santa wants to come, now.” I
look down at her smirk as my hard cock teases the outer edges of
her pussy.

“
Fuck me again, Santa.”

“
That’s a good
girl.”

I slide into her again as she wraps her legs
around my waist, pushing my body toward her. I lean over her on my
palms, the multi colored lights of the tree illuminating her face.
I pump in and out of her with slow, vigorous stokes. She bucks her
hips to meet my thrusts, holding onto my arms. She comes again,
moaning and gripping my ass as I grind into her.

“
Uhhhhhh!” I come at the same
time, holding steady on top of her until I’m over the glorious
sensation.

I pull my cock out and climb off of
her to stand up, peeling the wet condom off. For lack of a better
place, I put it on the empty cookie plate. She lies there,
grinning at me with a starry eyed gaze. She frowns when I start
getting dressed again.

“
Where are you going,
Santa?”

“
To work. It’s Christmas Eve and I
have other houses to visit... and other cookies to eat.”

“
Oh, right. I’ll see you next
year, yes?” She asks as I knot my red silk tie. Red ties are a
tradition in my family on the big night.

“
Only if you make the Naughty List
again. Merry Christmas, Olivia.”

“
I’m beginning to think being on
the Naughty List isn’t so bad after all.”

I blow her a kiss, snap my fingers and
disappear.

****

Back in my private jet as I gear up
for the next stop, I pull her back up on surveillance on my
phone app. Olivia wakes up naked on the couch to the glow of the
Christmas lights. Her vibrator is still nestled between her legs as
she lays wrapped in the throw blanket. She thinks she must
have made herself come so hard that she fell asleep. She sits up
and swings her legs around, slipping her finger inside her pussy.
She feels the wetness I left behind, thinking it was the work of
her sex toy until memories of what we did suddenly rush back to
her, memories of her and Santa fucking on the couch... and a hot
Santa at that.

She laughs to herself and glances
down at the bottom of the Christmas tree. She eyes the box I
left her when she wasn’t looking and wonders where it came from.
She tucks the blanket around her and picks it up. It’s neatly
wrapped with the prettiest paper and red bow, the crafty work of my
design team. She opens it and removes the tissue paper. Inside is
a card that reads MERRY CHRISTMAS. STAY A LITTLE NAUGHTY...
Love Santa. When she lifts it up, there’s a sleek new vibrator with
batteries. Under that is another card that reads HAPPY NEW YEAR and
its pinned to a sexy red dress, a pair of red lace panties,
and matching red heels. She looks at the plate of cookies she left
out for me and notices it’s empty... except for the red condom I
left behind as a souvenir.

I’m feeling good about this project
so far. I just finished processing the transfer for Olivia to the
Nice List and set it up for her to meet her soul mate at the
New Years Eve party she’s going to next week. Sad though for me, I
would have liked to keep her on the Naughty List. My cock twitches
in memory of the outstanding couch sex. After a quick shower and
suit change on the Santa One, the company’s private jet, I sit back
and enjoy another glass of eggnog as I glance over the next Naughty
Lister profile.

Santa’s work is never
done.