The Night Before Christmas

Twas the night before Christmas, nothing good on TV
So I went on to tinder, feeling kind of horn-y
My kinky companion was up for some fun
I sent him a message to tell him he’d won
“Christmas present wanted, I live all alone
No one for company but my cat and my phone

I want you to dress in the robes of St Nick
I’ve been very naughty, so don’t make it quick
There’s a window unlocked in the room at the back
And it is big enough for both you and your sack
I’m off to sleep now in my sexy silk nighty
Oh and by the way, I can get a bit fighty!”

A mince pie and brandy were left on the table
Along with a note: ‘Fuck me hard if you’re able!’
Well imagine my surprise when later that night
I was rudely awakened by hands grasping tight
My mouth was covered and a beard scratched my ear
‘Santa’s here slut, and you’re going to pay dear’

I struggled beneath him, but I couldn’t get free
His breath was mince pies, with a hint of sherry
I was gagged by the stocking that I’d hung with such pride
Wrists tied with ribbon as I lay on my side
My night dress was lifted and my body left bare
Face pushed into the pillows, a firm hand held my hair

The first strike to my bottom made me stifle a moan
Spanked by a man who’d invaded my home
By the tenth I was writhing, all tingling and sore
If not for the stocking I’d have been begging for more
Thirty strikes later he decided to rise
Then I felt hot wax dance on my thighs

It seemed like forever that Santa toyed with me there
Gifting pain and pleasure with a well-practiced flair
‘You’re such a bad girl you deserve nothing but coal
But open your legs now and I’ll choose a hole’
The candy-cane in my butt was a mean surprise
A wide one at that, it brought tears to my eyes

Removing his belt, trousers fell to the floor
‘Here’s Santa’s chimney, now take it you whore!’
His cock drove me wild and I churned and I shuddered
‘I’ll ruin you slut’ was all that he muttered
Pulling me to my knees he pounded and pounded
Slapping like applause his testicles sounded

A Christmas eve orgasm is always quite nice
I had many that night and disturbed all the mice
Exhausted and broken my hands finally untied
Santa reclaimed his trousers and away he did ride
But before you should ask ‘was this only a dream?’

I awoke the next morning to signs of who’d been
A candy cane sat in a drained brandy glass
And I knew it was real from the pain in my arse
Beside me hung a stocking so full and so swollen
Coal was its contents and my innocence was stolen
And yet I was astonished to check tinder and find
‘Sorry I can’t make it, I hope you don’t mind’
Thus read the brief message from my kinky friend
That beard did seem very real... Happy Christmas, The End.