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SANTA STUFFED MY STOCKING
It was mid December, shortly after I left home to start college. I was still learning my way around the city, when I took a wrong turn somewhere, and found myself in the central plaza, just outside a large mall. Feeling a bit lost, and desperately needing to pee I went through the main entrance to the mall, and looked for the toilets.
I stood at the urinal and unzipped. As I peed I glanced up and saw a couple of guys enter, laughing at some private joke. Just behind them was another guy wearing a Santa costume. The guy in the Santa suit caught my eye. He was tall and hefty, with a considerable belly and a beard streaked with white. I watched him open his trousers, and his huge, white, uncut cock hung out. He pulled his foreskin back, and began peeing.
As I stood there looking the man over, he turned his head and saw me. His face became more belligerent as he shot me a dirty look. I flushed, and turned my gaze back to my own puny cock. But after a few seconds I risked another glimpse at the guy. He seemed almost amused as he stood there peeing. He was an older, very masculine looking guy, just the type that appeals to me. As his stream of piss dwindled he made a huge show of shaking his impressive cock, moving his foreskin forward to cover the glans of his cock, then pulling it back, revealing the round full head of his cock in all its glory. He leaned a bit forward, as he tucked his cock away, giving a little jerk of his body as he stowed it away. Then as he strolled past he stopped just behind me. I stiffened, afraid of what he would do to me for daring to peek at him. But to my surprise I felt his hand on my bottom as he dug his fingers hard into the cleft of my arse. I gave a strangled squawk as the pressure of his fingers forced me up on my toes. Then he was past me, and standing at the entrance to one of the stalls.
The other men in the toilets seemed oblivious to what had happened. Santa stood in the stall, the door open, his back to everything. After a couple of minutes the other men had left, and I stood at the urinal, trying to conceal my erection as Santa casually turned, and scratched his crotch, pulling the fabric of his trousers tight. The outline of his cock looked huge.
"Hey sonny," Santa said. "Are you naughty or nice?"
"Er- I- I'm nice," I stammered.
"Ah, too bad, I was hoping that you're naughty," he replied.
"I- Er, that is-" I tried to think of something clever, but my heart was pounding.
"Let's go somewhere quiet," Santa said. "And talk about how naughty you're going to be."
He took my arm, and led me through the mall.
"What's your name?" I asked.
"Call me Santa," he replied, and winked at me.
Santa took me to a large room which contained a sofa standing on a dais. The room was decorated with piles of fake snow, and backdrop pictures of igloos. This, I realized, is Santa's workshop, where he greets the kids. Santa sat on the sofa. The light in the room was dim, most of the room was entirely dark. Only a spotlight shone above the sofa.
"Come sit on my lap," he said, "and tell me what you want for Christmas."
He pulled me onto his lap, and began asking me questions about my sexual experience and fantasies. His hands went underneath my shirt, and he stroked my body. As we continued talking Santa slowly removed my shirt, and pushed his hands into my trousers, fondling my arse. I could feel his hard cock pressed against me. He opened my trousers and pulled them down, stroking my body and fondling my cock.
After a while, Santa pushed me off his lap.
"Suck my cock," he commanded, opening his trousers.
I obediently got down on my knees in front of him, as he sprawled on the sofa. His erect uncut cock was huge. Easily the biggest I had ever seen. I hesitated, nervous about sucking something so large. Santa wrapped his huge fist around the base of his massive manhood, and put his other hand on my head, encouraging me to take it into my mouth.
"Open wide!" Santa said, as my lips embraced the glans of his cock.
He pushed my head down onto his cock. He was firm and insistent, but not rough. I wanted to please him, so I tried to take it as deep as I could, being extra careful not to accidentally graze his cock with my teeth. I felt his cock hit the back of my throat, and registered that I had barely taken half of the length.
Suddenly I became aware of voices murmuring in the background. I looked up, suddenly fearful. Santa tried to pull my head down.
"What's that? Is someone else here?" I look around.
"Oh, ignore that," Santa said. "It's just the people with kids outside, waiting to talk to Santa."
My face flushed, as I thought of the people outside. Maybe they could hear us, and knew what we were doing. For some reason this aroused me.
I closed my lips around Santa's cock and sucked it as best I could. Santa grabbed a handful of my hair, and using it to move my mouth down to his balls.
"Lick me!" he commanded.
I licked his balls and kissed them, and he moved my head down to lick his groin, and between his legs. He raised his legs and pushed my head into his arse crack. I licked the length of his crack, and he pushed my face deeper. My tongue found his puckered arsehole, and I proved it with my tongue. Santa let out a low moan of pleasure. I tried to push my tongue into his hole, and he moaned louder.
After a while my tongue was getting tired, and Santa dragged my head up to his cock. I resumed sucking it. Every time I went down he pushed my head, encouraging me to go deeper. I felt his cock at the entrance to my throat. Santa exerted some pressure, and his huge glans went into my throat. I immediately began gagging and choking. I'd never taken any cock that far. My stomach heaved. I couldn't draw breath. I struggled to pull my head back, but Santa held me down a few seconds longer before releasing my head.
I straightened up, eyes streaming with tears, thick mucus dripping from my open mouth, as I sucked in a grateful breath.
"Not bad," Santa said. "Is this the first time you've ever deep throated a cock?"
"Yes," I wheezed.
"You're doing good," he assured me. "Just relax and let me take control."
He put his hand on the nape of my neck, pushing my head down.
"Ready? Let's try again," he said. And pushed his cock between my lips without waiting for an answer.
I barely had time to take a breath, and then his cock was in my mouth. I let him push my head down onto his cock, and deeper into my throat. Once again, my body rebelled, and I coughed and gagged, as my body fought to repel this intrusion.
Santa held my head down a bit longer this time, and I was seeing stars when he finally allowed me up to breathe.
"Let's try something different," said Santa.
He made me lie on the sofa, on my back, my head hanging over the edge. His huge cock pressed against my lips, and I parted them. As his huge cock went into my mouth I got a very close up view of his balls. They were large, low hanging and hairy.
"Open your throat, let it in," Santa said, as he fed his cock into my mouth.
I made an effort to relax my throat, and I was able to suppress my urge to gag. To my surprise I found that I was feeling very aroused and horny.
Santa withdrew his cock, and I sat up. He thrust a small brown bottle under my nose, and I instinctively pulled my head back.
"What's that?" I asked.
"It's poppers. Have you never tried poppers?" He sounded incredulous.
I'd heard of poppers but never tried it. But I didn't resist when he held the bottle under my nose, closing off each nostril individually, and made me inhale deeply.
Within seconds my head began to spin , and I felt a feeling of euphoria. My appetite for sex went into hyperdrive, and my body felt sensitive to Santa's lightest touch. I flopped back onto the sofa, lost in a cloud of lust and arousal, as Santa began to put his cock into my mouth again. In a short time his balls were pressed against my nose, and his pubic hair was tickling my lips. I realized that I had just taken his cock all the way. I had never felt so aroused before.
"Put your tongue out!" Santa commanded.
With an effort I managed to get my tongue to stick out of my mouth.
"Move it side to side," he said. And I complied.
Santa pulled his cock back, and thrust it forward, fucking my mouth. He put his hand on my neck, and I felt my Adam's apple moving under his hand as his cock pushed it aside.
"Son, that's the best pussymouth I've ever used," Santa said, as he pumped my throat. "You were born to do this. Any guy would be happy to have such an accommodating cunt."
The compliment made me feel special. At that moment I would have done anything Santa demanded.
Abruptly he pulled his cock out of my mouth.
"Let's try your other hole," Santa said. "I want to see if it is as fuckable as your mouth."
Santa flipped me over, and I lay face down on the couch. His weight dropped onto me, driving all the air from my lungs. I realized that he was going to fuck me.
"Hey, listen. Your cock is huge. I've never taken anything that size," I said.
"Well you're about to," he answered.
His hand went down to my arse, and I felt him push his cock between my arse cheeks and into position at the opening of my arsehole. In one move he pushed his cock through the ring of my sphincter and into my arse. My head bobbed up as I opened my mouth to scream with the pain. But Santa clamped his hand over my mouth, muffling my cries of pain. I squirmed and struggled, trying to pull myself away from this painful invasion of my arsehole. But Santa held me pinned down.
"Aaah! Aaaah! I can't! Take it out! Take it out!" I begged him as I struggled and thrashed.
"Well, perhaps we could use a bit more lube," Santa said thoughtfully.
"Yes! Yes! Please. I can't take it!" I begged.
Santa pulled himself off me, and I sobbed with relief as his cock vacated my arse.
"Lube me up," Santa commanded, as he loomed over me.
I spat on my hand.
"Not with your hand," Santa said.
He pushed my head towards his cock. I tried to pull away.
"Can't - maybe you should wash it first?" I asked.
Santa pretended to think about this for a second.
"Nah, better this way," he said. He grabbed my head and pulled my head down onto his cock, and began fucking my mouth. His cock tasted different. It tastes of my arsehole, I thought. I was quite surprised to realize that it made me feel even more aroused. I opened my throat more, and gagged on Santa's cock as he fucked me.
After a minute he withdrew his cock, dripping with thick saliva from my throat. He took the bottle of poppers, and held it under my nose.
"Take a deep breath," he commanded.
As I breathed in a hit of poppers a wave of arousal washed over me. I felt Santa position his cock at the entrance to my arse, and push it in. It hurt, and I gasped and writhed underneath him. But it wasn't as bad this time. After a minute I felt my arshole relax and accept Santa's cock.
Santa began moving slowly, pushing his cock slowly into my arse. He pulled me up onto my hands and knees, and I arched my back as I felt him speed up his thrusting. I had never felt so horny before. My own cock was rock hard, and I stroked it, feeling my arsehole twitch.
"Oh yeah. That's right. Oh you little cockwhore. Squeeze your hole shut. Oh that feels so good," Santa growled, as his cock reamed my arsehole out.
After a few minutes more he pulled his cock out of my arse, and made me lie on my back. He lifted my legs, exposing my arse, and held them there with one hand, as he guided his cock back into my arse. The entire length of his huge cock slid into my arse, and I jumped and moaned a bit as Santa resumed fucking me. He was still wearing the upper part of his Santa costume, as he looked over me, thrusting and grunting, and it was so sexy.
I had never been fucked like this before, and I was so lost in my enjoyment that I didn't realize what Santa was doing, until he had gripped my one hand and leg, pulling them together. I tried to resist, but he had tied my wrist to my ankle before I could begin to protest. As I struggled against him he overwhelmed me easily, and tied my other wrist to my other ankle. I was now lying on my back, legs in the air, splayed wide, and tied to my hands. I struggled and twisted my body, but I couldn't get free.
"Hey. This is too far," I protested. "I'm not into this kind of thing. Let me go."
But Santa ignored me. He crossed over to the desk, and opened a drawer.
"You'll do as you're told," he instructed me, as he took a dildo out of the drawer. "Or the consequences will be much worse."
I tried to resist, to twist my body away, or squeeze my arse shut, but Santa pushed the dildo into my arse. He was not gentle about it, and I jumped and groaned, as he did so.
I lay on my back, legs in the air, tied up and helpless as Santa fucked my arse with the dildo. Then he turned me so I am lying with my head over the edge of the sofa, and moved to stand in front of me, and began fucking my throat. I gagged and choked, my whole body convulsing, as it tried to eject the intrusions in both my holes.
"Don't try to resist," Santa said, "just relax and let me take control. You might as well get used to it."
It takes an effort of will for me to ignore the pain in my arse, and to relax my throat. I can hear Santa's breathing speed up, and hear the growl of pleasure in his throat as he fucks my throat faster and faster. I can't breathe properly and I am struggling to control my gagging. Thick saliva runs out of my mouth and down over my face. Santa's huge balls are pressed against my nose. With a cry of triumph he shoves his cock into my mouth, and I feel it pulsing as he ejaculates a huge amount of semen straight into my throat. I coughed and retched, and some of Santa's cum shot out of my nose. I tried to free myself so I could breathe. But Santa held my head in place until he had finished. I drew in a whoop of breath and coughed.
After a while I had stopped coughing, and I looked up at Santa as he stood over me. His erection was subsiding, but he still looked very sexy and macho.
"Are- are you going to release me? I asked . My voice sounded hoarse. My throat and my arsehole both ache from the brutal fucking.
Santa reached down and grabbed my cock. It was still hard. He stroked it and played with it, as I lay there helpless. Finally I could take it no longer, and I moaned as my orgasm hit me, my cock pulsing in Santa's fist.
Santa turned and went over to the pile of my clothes lying by the sofa. I watched him take my phone from my pocket.
"I'll let you go now, but I have your details," he told me. "You better be ready to report here for another session."
"I don't think I can," I said. "That was way beyond anything I've ever experienced."
"Oh, but you enjoyed it," he replied. "Just look how hard you came. And I barely touched you."
Suddenly the door opened, and a guy dressed as an elf came in. I jumped in surprise , trying to cover my nakedness. The elf was carrying a large sack, which he deposited on the floor next to Santa's sofa.
"Oh, not again," complained the elf. "That's the third guy this week. Can't you keep your pants on?"
Santa just chuckled. I blushed.
I dressed hurriedly, as the elf went over and opened the door. As the stream of parents with kids came in, I hurried out, legs wobbly. My arse was sore, and I couldn't walk properly. I had to waddle. It seemed to me that all the parents gave me knowing looks, as I walked past them, my face burning with shame.