Page 31 of Subbing For Santa

“Bite it.”

My brows shoot up in surprise, but I do it, letting my teeth sink into it as I take a bite. It’s hard and breaks off in my mouth with a crunch, and then I grin.

“Carrot.”

“Atta girl.”

I moan at his praise, and he chuckles, returning the carrot between my legs to ease inside me again.

“Fuck the carrot for me, Aggie.” He rasps, so I do, rolling my hips and letting the vegetable slide against my internal nerve endings.

I do this over and over, letting my pleasure build before he eases it back out.

“New object. What is it?”

Another object presses to my opening, and I feel what I think is some sort of rubber coating on it. It slides in easily enough, and I have to assume my Santa covered it in lube. It’s thicker at the end that enters me first, giving me a nice stretch.

Moaning, I shake my head. “I have no idea.”

He chuckles. “This game is a little harder than the last one, isn’t it?”

“Yes.” I pant, rolling my hips as he slides it nearly all the way out before pressing it back in.

“I guess I can give you a few clues.” He presses his lips to the inside of my thigh as he steadily fucks me with the unknown object. “It’s not food.”

A laugh bursts free, and I bite my lower lip before responding. “That doesn’t really narrow it down much.”

He chuckles. “Fine. You would find it in a toolbox.”

Fuck. My insides clench at the thought of a tool inside me right now. “Please tell me it’s clean.” I pant.

“Of course, little elf. It’s brand new and thoroughly sterilised.”

I nod, focusing on it. It must be the handle of something.

“A screwdriver?”

“No.” He drives it deeper this time, showing me just how long it is.

“A h-hammer.” I stutter through a pant, and he chuckles.

“Good girl.”

Jesus. He’s fucking me with a hammer. The handle of one, anyway. And why the hell does that make more heat pool from my already slick opening?

“You like that? Being fucked by something that isn’t a body part.”

“Yes.” I pant.

“Fuck. I can’t hang back anymore.” He rasps, clearly affected by my arousal. “You want to come, beautiful?”

“Y-yes.” I pant and he fucks me with the hammer harder and faster.

“Good.”

The familiar buzzing noise of a sex toy meets my ears, and a moment later it presses to my clit. I don’t even last thirty seconds. The thick handle of the hammer and vibrating toy skyrocket me over the edge.

I feel the gush of spray burst from me, and as soon as it’s over, my pussy is empty and throbbing as Santa’s heavy weight crawls up my body. And up. And up.

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