(edited and reposted)
Emma crept downstairs in her underwear, her clothes in hand. She had just left her latest conquest sleeping up in bed after a couple hours of fucking on Christmas Eve. What really thrilled her was when his girlfriend had called right in the middle of their lovemaking!
It had amused her to watch him pick up the cell phone and then scramble to cover his tracks. He had come up with some excuse why he hadn’t shown up and had promised to be at her place bright and early Christmas morning. Then he had turned back toward Emma with a smile on his face asking, “Now where were we?”
Now she was sneaking down the stairs, flush from a couple of naughty orgasms. And knowing she had fucked another bitch’s man had gotten her more than a little excited! If his girlfriend so much as got a whiff of her involvement this evening she would probably be road kill! What that woman might do to her if she ever caught her gave Emma delicious tingles.
She paused at the tree to examine some of the gifts lying underneath. One was to his girlfriend and she just HAD to know what was in the box! Emma carefully unwrapped it, only to discover a pair of slippers protected by a plastic bag.
“Slippers?” she snorted. “That cheap bastard!”
“That doesn’t belong to you.”
Emma whirled, her heart instantly in her throat. A jolly old, white-haired man in a bright red suit stood there scowling at her.
“Santa??!!” she gasped in utter disbelief. “Where the hell did YOU come from??”
“The North Pole, little girl; where else?” he said, looking at her as though staring right through her. “You’re not supposed to be here, Emma.”
“I can be anywhere I – HEY!” she blurted out in astonishment. “How do you know my name?”
“I’m supposed to know these things,” he told her calmly. “And I know for a fact you’ve been very naughty this year.”
Emma tried to stifle a giggle and couldn’t. “So what?” she responded defiantly. “I’m all grown up! I can do anything I want to!”
“I don’t think Angela would appreciate finding out you were here on Christmas Eve making love to her man.”
“What she doesn’t know won’t – how did YOU know??!!” she blurted out in shock.
“I told you; I’m SUPPOSED to know these things!” Then he gave her an ominous glare. “It just so happens that Angela’s home is coming up on my route. I wonder what she would do if I were to tell her you were here with her boyfriend tonight.”
Emma froze in her tracks… “Santa, you WOULDN’T!”
“I think she would be quite angry; wouldn’t you agree?”
“Santa, you really don’t have to tell her, do you?”
“I’m Santa, little girl. I don’t lie to people.”
“Santa, please don’t tell her!” Emma pleaded. “I’ll be good; I promise.”
“And I’m supposed to believe you?” he asked skeptically. “After all, this is coming from the girl who was caught in the closet with another girl’s boyfriend at the Christmas party a few nights ago!”
Emma couldn’t help giggling… that is, until Santa turned toward the chimney. “I think Angela needs to know,” he decided.
“No; WAIT!” Emma blurted out as she dropped her clothes and rushed toward him. Then she began rubbing his crotch. She could feel it right there and she smiled and rubbed it a little more, feeling it starting to stir…
“Santa, I could make it worth your while.”
He didn’t say a word. He just stood there looking at her in her underwear as she knelt in front of him. She found the waistband to his bottoms and pulled it down, revealing a nice, juicy cock.
“I’m sure it’s been a long, tiring night, Santa,” she purred at him. “You deserve a little something for all your hard work, don’t you think?”
She took him into her mouth, wondering if she was sucking for her very life. If that bitch ever found out she’d been here tonight there’d be no telling what she might do to her! She might actually have to quit her job and skip town!!
He hardened right up as she gave him her utmost attention, cupping his balls while moaning hungrily. “You really are a naughty girl, Emma,” he told her. But he was moaning a little… moaning and thrusting. Emma figured a nice blowjob just might make him forget he ever saw her here!
It wasn’t long until she felt his cock start to swell. She caressed his balls even more, coaxing him to let her have it all. A moment later he grunted as he thrust hard into her mouth.
It was more than she expected; Emma couldn’t quite swallow it all. Some of it trickled down her lips as she gobbled what she could. Then she wiped it off her lips with a finger before sticking the digit into her mouth and licking it clean.
“Are we good now, Santa?” Emma asked coyly, giving him a mischievous little smile. He just looked down at her as he pulled his bottoms back up.
“You know, you really are a naughty girl, Emma,” he told her. “Do you know how many requests I’ve gotten about you? Do you know how many times I’ve had to decline such evil desires on the part of so many women wanting you dead?”
“Santa, I can’t help it if their men are attracted to me,” she giggled. “If those bitches would just get on their knees like I do then they wouldn’t have to worry about little ol’ me!”
His face clouded over; her cavalier attitude had finally gotten to him. “Sit down, Emma,” he told her, pointing at a chair with wooden armrests.
“Santa, I really need to be going…”
“I said ‘SIT’!”
“Yes, sir!” she responded meekly, quickly sitting down in the chair he’d pointed out.
The jolly old elf reached into his bag and pulled out a couple of large, unusual looking candy canes. Then he pointed them right at her. Red, white and green bunting suddenly flew out of both of them, magically wrapping around Emma’s arms until she was firmly secured to the chair!
She was shocked and she started to struggle, looking for all the world like she had just been secured to the armrests with limp candy canes!! “HEY!” she blurted out. “You can’t do this to me – mmmph!”
More bunting flew out of one of the canes, this time wrapping around her face and covering her mouth so that she couldn’t speak. Then he pointed the candy canes at her legs. Bunting flew out until her legs were quickly secured to the legs of the chair.
Emma let out a muffled grunt of indignation as Santa looked curiously at her. Then he sighed heavily. “I really do think I should handle all those old requests, Emma,” he said sadly. “After all; you’ve been a VERY naughty girl who shows absolutely NO inclination whatsoever of mending her ways!”
Emma shook her head, her eyes flashing indignantly. That’s when Santa reached down and picked up the plastic bag the slippers had come in. With a deft flick of his wrist he walked over and then pulled it down over her head.
Emma’s eyes flew open in horror and she started shaking her head, frantically muffling, “SANTA; NO!!! DON’T DO IT!” Then he took some bunting and wrapped it tightly around her neck. Emma’s eyes grew big as saucers as the bag started to inflate and then deflate with each breath she took through her nose.
“I’ll leave a little note for Angela in her stocking,” he said with a sad little smile. “I think she’ll enjoy coming over first thing in the morning and finding you right here in this chair. It will be a nice little Christmas present for her and for all the other women whose boyfriend’s you’ve made out with! It seems that sucking too much cock has led to your downfall, little girl.”
Emma cried out in horror, her head shaking back and forth. The bag inflated and deflated more and more as she tried to breathe. She wriggled and squirmed in the chair, her panties becoming damp from her peril as she tried to break free.
“There’s one small consolation for you, Emma,” he told her with a sad little smile. “At least you’ll have one last orgasm before you stop breathing.”
Emma violently shook her head back and forth, the bag rapidly inflating and deflating. Then she stiffened as her eyes started to roll. She shuddered hard in orgasm as the interior of the bag began to fog up.
She got all dizzy and lightheaded as she struggled to breathe. But the bag would not inflate anymore; she was trying to suck it in through her nose! She shuddered hard as she tried to inhale. Then her head lolled forward as her eyes glazed over.
“Naughty, naughty girl,” he sighed. Then he looked down at himself as though contemplating the handiwork of her last act. “I can see why the guys liked that mouth of yours, Emma. But a lot of women will be happy now that you’re gone.” Then he walked over to the chimney. Laying his finger aside of his nose and giving a nod, up the chimney he rose.
Emma sat slumped in the chair, candy cane bunting wrapped tightly around her arms and legs. The plastic bag over her head had fogged over. But there were some words written on it that were clearly legible to the naked eye…
SUFFOCATION DANGER
KEEP AWAY FROM CHILDREN
© 2013 (written for Emma Dec 17 ’13 by riwa)