Page 32 of Subbing For Santa

“Open your mouth.” He demands and I do so as I feel his thighs press against the sides of my bare tits. The press of his cock nudges my lips further apart, and he eases himself inside me. I can picture him bracing himself at the head of my bed as he starts to fuck my mouth. I imagine him looking down his body at me, watching his dick disappear inside my mouth that is stretched painfully wide.

And fuck, I love it.

First, he moves slowly, my tongue pressing against his shaft as he eases in and out, but he quickly loses his control, his thrusts more demanding as he presses impossibly further almost like he’s testing me to see how I’ll react when he causes me to gag.

He moans when I do, and it fuels me on as I try to breathe through my nose, wanting him to dominate my mouth completely. He doesn’t disappoint, his length breaching my throat as I nearly choke. As he fucks my mouth with vigour, my body bounces around on the mattress, and the feel of him unleashing his desires on me has me utterly consumed.

Santa’s addictive assault doesn’t last too long, and before I know it, I’m swallowing down his offering, desperate for more.

Santa

Thesightofmycock disappearing in my little elf’s mouth was intoxicating! It felt fucking amazing having her lips wrapped around it. The silk of her tongue pressing against it, gliding over my sensitive flesh.

With a hunger to push her boundaries, I eased myself in further, pressing into her throat to see if she’d accept me. Her body jerked at my invasion, and as she gagged, I fucking moaned. Fuck, I felt my dick grow thicker from that gagging sound alone, and the fact that she couldn’t breathe stirred the monster in me.

It’s getting harder and harder to hold back. To keep my monster at bay and not give into it and just break her now.

I can be a patient man when I want to be, though. Lucky for my little elf. She has a little time left before I change her world forever.

Chapter nine

Party Pooper

Agatha

WakingonMondaymorning,I knew without any doubt that I’d have to cancel tonight’s sex party. Anticipation of potentially having Santa here was what made me drag my feet until this morning, but knowing he’s been watching me and the parties for so long breaches my agreement with my guests. It’s meant to be secret, and a man whose identity I don’t know has witnessed way too much. So, I make the calls I need to and cancel, explaining that I have a surprise guest staying with me and I will notify everyone of a new location in the coming weeks.

My other realisation, which I desperately wanted to ignore, but know I can’t, is that I’ll probably have to move to a new rental sooner rather than later.

Part of me likes that this man is watching me, because that’s the part of me that is a little unhinged. But the other part of me knows that my safety and anonymity are at risk in this house, which clearly has security issues. For someone lying low, it’s not good that I have eyes on everything I do, especially with the Vixen’s Lodge scandal very fresh in the public eye.

Since it’s only a few days until Christmas, I know it will be impossible to find a new place to relocate to, so for now, I will have to stay put.

My day with Santa yesterday was something else. I enjoyed his company, even though we didn’t really discuss anything personal. I liked having him here and enjoyed that he didn’t have to run off.

After fucking my mouth with his thick girth and coming down my throat, he released my wrists and one ankle again, and then slid onto the bed with me, pulling me into his naked side while stroking my hair.

I fell asleep, which was nice, but when I woke, I was bummed because he was gone, and all that was left was a note.

Little Elf

You have pleased me immensely.

I didn’t want to leave you, but staying isn’t part of the game.

I will be in touch tomorrow.

In the meantime, remember your aftercare.

Xx Santa

I love the letter, but also hate it. The part about ‘staying isn’t part of the game’is what I hate. It’s a reminder that this isn’t serious. That there is an expiration date to this arrangement, which is fast approaching.

I don’t hear from him all day. Once again, I have the urge to pick up the phone and dial his number. Last time I did that, I didn’t like the punishment, and I’m also scared the punishment might be to break off our arrangement, so I keep myself busy by doing some online shopping, and a top-to-bottom clean of my rental.

While cooking myself some dinner, I bake a batch of Christmas cookies, which is the only tradition I have, ready in time for Christmas Eve tomorrow.

At around 7:45pm, my Santa phone rings, and I scramble to answer it, not concerned that I’ll get punished if I’m not fast enough, but concerned if I don’t answer it, I may never hear his voice again.

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