Exposed: Marla and the Mall Santa Page 3

  Santa put the straw of a cranberry flavored drink to my lips. “Suck,” he whispered suggestively as he straddled my torso, the white hair of his thighs tickling me in the most suggestive way.

  He’d re-donned his red and white fur Santa cap while I wasn’t looking. He had the same strange contraption on his cock in red that the elves wore. On closer inspection I noticed it had a vibrating bullet with little rubber nubby things on top that would hit my clit perfectly with every thrust. These guys were really taking it up a notch. The cage thing did amazing things for Santa’s stiff dick, making it appear thicker and longer. I couldn’t wait to find out how it would feel driving into me.

  When I finished the drink he set it down and dove for my tits, palming them in his large hands. His thumbs rubbed my overly sensitive nipples and I jolted, making the swing rock. He smiled at me as he bent his head and flicked my tips with his tongue. That shot a pulse of pure pleasure straight between my legs. I moaned and pulled on the restraints, holding my arms above my head. I could easily free myself, but I’d much rather give in to the illusion of being tied up and at their mercy.

  The elves returned, each carrying a chain that rattled. Santa blew on my wet nipples, making them pucker, before swinging his leg back over and climbing off me. Goldir attached a clamp to my left nipple while Adasser clamped one to my right. Nestor appeared between my legs and parted my folds. He sucked on my clit, drawing it out, and then attached a third clamp to my hood. Santa hooked all three clamps together, then put me in a gentle swing. The chains moved as I rocked, making the clamps randomly tug on my most sensitive areas.

  Oh holy night, was it delicious.

  The elves hustled over to their workbench and returned with the largest dildo I’d ever seen. It was red and made of some kind of jelly material because it bounced menacingly as they drew near me with it. They squirted it liberally with lube. One of them flicked a switch at the base of the balls and it started to vibrate. It took all three elves to hold it and position it at the entrance of my pussy.

  Santa pushed me forward. I arched into it, dropping my head back as I was impaled. Full. I was so full. The thing vibrated so deep inside me I felt it all the way up to my throat. Santa pulled me back. The shaft raked my nerve endings, sending them jangling. The chains shifted and the clamps bit down at different intervals. Santa timed the swings, driving the dildo in and out of me in a steady, unrelenting rhythm.

  I thought I was going to lose my mind. Of all the things they’d done to me, this was by far my favorite. My body jolted every time the dick was fully seated and I found myself craving its fullness like air each time it pulled out of me. I came almost instantly, screaming my head off. This was THE BEST orgasm I’d ever had. Probably the best I ever would have. I gasped in the aftermath, totally limp and spent.

  Whatever they had in mind next would have to wait until I recovered my faculties. I think my brain short-circuited. For sure, they’d done my pussy in. It would never be the same. Merry Christmas to me. I could die right now and float away on a cloud of bliss.

  Christmas Time Is Here changed to Frosty the Snowman.

  Oh shit! What was that? Something cold rubbed across my clit, then slid slowly inside. I leaned up to see what my men were up to. Adasser pulled an icicle that looked like it had been broken off an eave out of my pussy and licked it like a Popsicle. He handed it off to Goldir who slipped it into me and did the same. Nestor was next. Oh my naughty, naughty boys. The cold worked wonders to revive my poor abused vag. Watching my guys suck my juices off of it spiked my interest again. Such clever lads!

  Santa set the swing into a gentle sway as the elves took their turns. The chains shifted, undulating in a random pattern. I never knew which one would tug next. Enjoying the sensations, I went with it, letting my guys have their fun and resting up for whatever they would do to me next. I’d never been so overly sensitized in my life. It was like someone had turned the volume on my world to maximum. Every movement they made, every touch, every sound and sensation was amplified. I would sleep for a week after this night and spend the rest of my life reliving it.

  The swing picked up pace. Santa was no longer controlling it. With my pussy chilled, it took me a moment realize that they’d stopped using the icicle on me. Adasser’s cock rammed into me. The cage thing he wore on his dick made it impossibly hard. With every stroke the vibrating bullet kissed my clit, tingling in unexpected ways. The intermittent tugs on the clips increased with the faster motion and I found myself barreling toward orgasm. It hit with the force of a runaway sleigh, slamming into me. I threw my head back and literally screamed.

  Oh Tannenbaum, that was awesome!

  Adasser pulled out of me before releasing his load, his cock a stone pillar. Nestor picked up the icicle and pushed it in and out of me, while Santa once again rocked the swing. The cold did little to douse my ardor. If anything, it only increased. Or maybe it was the anticipation. Whichever it was, I knew they were building me up toward another monumental orgasm.

  The swing picked up speed again and I lifted my head to find Nestor screwing me, his rock hard dick thrusting in and out of me with a ferocity that bordered on obsession. The vibrating bullet squared up with my clit, which was so majorly stimulated I came embarrassingly quick, squealing like a stuck reindeer. Nestor smirked as he pulled out his cock without coming. He winked at me as he moved back to let Goldir step between my spread thighs. The ice. Ho ho ho, the ice. I was going to have to try this trick with my vibrator when I got home.

  Santa rocked me gently into the icicle. By now I was on to their tricks and found it difficult to remain unaffected by what I knew was in store for me. Those cock cages were magic, turning their dicks into orgasm granting missiles. Goldir’s member was by far the thickest and the shortest, which meant that the vibrating nub would hit me faster than it had with the others. This was going to be some ride.

  Goldir drove into me without warning, taking control of the swing from Santa. I was frantic as took everything he was giving me. Gasping, I tried to resist coming, but the force of him was too strong. Before I knew it, I screamed in ecstasy, my voice hoarse. I was surely ruined for all other men. My guys had spoiled me to the point where I thought I’d died if I came again.

  One more. I had to take one more.

  I flopped back into the swing, letting it carry me back and forth the way the wind sweeps a snowbank. I was a ragdoll. Limp. The chains continued their assault. I still wasn’t used to the sensations they elicited. Each tug was a surprise and kept me constantly off kilter. That was the sexiest thing—not knowing what was coming. I surely never expected what Santa did next.

  The speakers belted out I’ll Be Home for Christmas as Santa flipped me over onto my stomach in the swing. Somehow my torso was supported while the chains continued to swing free. In this position the pull was deeper and much more erotic. I groaned at the carnal onslaught. The swing was adjusted so that my ass stuck up higher in the air. I felt a pressure on my anal rose, then the slide of something thick and…pepperminty? I turned to see Santa driving a glass candy cane coated in what must be peppermint scented lube into my ass. The tingle from the mint was exquisite.

  I strained back, wanting it in all the way up to the curve. Santa twisted it so that the handle was out of the way. Nestor had taken Santa’s place controlling the swing and he set it into a gentle rock. This time the icicle felt different—both hot and cold. He must’ve coated it with the peppermint lube. Holly jolly Christmas to me!

  Nestor’s face was level to mine so he got to see the expressions crossing my face. He gazed back at me with something close to admiration and lust. Lots and lots of lust. This elf wanted me. And not just for tonight. I found myself drowning in the magical pools of his eyes and what I saw there made me feel both sexy and cherished. For the first time I wondered what it would be like to know him in the real world, outside my fantasy. Was I someone he might want?

  The dual sensations of hot and cold in my pussy and hot in my ass co
mbined with the look on Nestor’s face shot me toward orgasm. Just as I was about to come, Santa withdrew the icicle. I gasped, hanging on the edge. One corner of Nestor’s lips kicked up. He liked seeing me denied. What would that fantasy be like? I suddenly wondered. Tonight was all about me getting some…no, it was about me getting it all. But what would it be like if I had one man who made me wait…and wait…and wait to come?

  Nestor could be that lover. I could see it in his eyes. He was handsome and he clearly liked me. A lot. I wished there was some way I could get to know him outside this fantasy. But that was against the rules. It was all about anonymity and matching up fantasies. This wasn’t just my sexcapade. It was the guys’ fantasy as well. They all wanted this. They’d all paid just as I had for this sexual adventure. We’d been given these roles and this script to play out.

  Nestor suddenly pushed the swing back and let go. Because of the numbing of the ice I didn’t feel Santa until he was fully seated in my pussy. He was driving this sleigh now. And oh, what a ride! With each hard thrust I swore he got deeper and deeper. The clit vibe that the elves had worn on top was on the bottom of Santa’s cock cage so that I got that extra shock with every lunge. He was brutal and I loved it.

  Nestor watched me swing back and forth while stroking his swollen un-caged cock. He liked seeing me get reamed by another man. He liked to watch. My stars, he was perfect for me. Where would I meet another man who not only embraced my curves, he luxuriated in them? Where would I find a guy who liked the same kink I did and who was so into Christmas that he wanted to dress up like an elf even though a lot of little people found the thought rather insulting?

  I was going to come and it was going to be a doozy. Between the candy cane in my ass, the peppermint lube, the chains, Santa’s relentless thrusts and Nestor watching me I was lost in a sexual haze.

  “I’m coming!” I shouted right before it crashed into me, ending my exclamation on a loud moan that felt like it was ripped from my very soul.

  My pussy pulsed in wave after wave of bliss. The orgasm just kept coming. I couldn’t catch my breath and suddenly everything went black. I woke up what must’ve been seconds later to find myself on the ground surrounded by four very hot, very concerned men.

  “I’m all right,” I told them.

  Goldir checked my pulse like a pro. Could he be a nurse or doctor in real life? “Her heart rate is elevated,” he announced, his voice much deeper than I’d anticipated, and I realized I hadn’t heard him speak this entire time. “But otherwise she’s okay. How are you feeling, babe?” he asked me.

  “Like I just had the most incredible orgasm of my life,” I answered. “I think you guys might have ruined me for anyone else.”

  All four of them chuckled.

  “I’ve never come so hard in all my life,” Adasser admitted shyly.

  “Me neither,” Nestor chimed in, his voice so deep it made my clit pulse with new life. “I think your pussy might have ruined me for all others.”

  “You have the sweetest cunt,” Santa agreed. “I could stay buried in it for days.”

  Goldir nodded. “It hooks me and just won’t let go until I’m milked dry. Think you might be up for one more round? We still have time and my dick has never been harder.” He gave it a rough stroke. “I need to come, babe, and I want to come all over your gorgeous tits.”

  There were nods all around. How could I resist?

  “Well then,” I purred. “Let’s take control of this adventure.” I arched my back, drawing my arms above my head to make my breasts more inviting. “I’m all yours, boys.”

  6

  They led me to a new room. It was INCREDIBLE. I gasped when I entered, clasping a hand to my bare chest. Never in my wildest fantasies had I ever imagined a room more beautiful than this. It was like they took the inside of my head and everything I loved about Christmas and made it into a room. Lights twinkled everywhere, reflecting off walls painted a deep forest green. Inset into the walls were jewels that glowed and moved like ornaments on a tree. The ceiling was a star, the perfect tree topper.

  There was no furniture, only cushions…no, pillows…no, boughs. Soft swaying boughs. The light scent of pine served to enhance the visual imagery. It was like being inside a Christmas tree. That’s the only way to describe it. I could hardly breathe, it was so beautiful. My guys seemed to be as stunned as I was by the grandeur, their wide gazes roaming the room. This was clearly the first time they were seeing it too. Everything up until now had been carefully choreographed. The room was as much their surprise as it was mine. O Tannenbaum played gently, adding to the atmosphere.

  The five of us glanced at each other questioningly. No one seemed to know what to do. Their dicks were still impressively hard. I needed to do something about that. But what? We’d already done just about everything I could think of and probably everything they could think of. What did that leave?

  “Well,” I started, “what do you guys want to do?”

  “Fuck you,” Goldir said bluntly. “Fuck your cunt and your tits. Come on your chest.”

  “Okay. You got it. What about you, Adasser?” I asked.

  He looked a little shy about telling me what he wanted so I gave him an encouraging smile.

  “I like your ass,” he finally said.

  “An ass man. I like it.” I winked. “My ass is yours. Nestor?”

  “I want to be on top of you,” he answered. “Missionary.”

  Why that gave me an extra flutter I don’t know. Usually plain old vanilla sex didn’t do it for me, but the look in Nestor’s eyes told me that it was going to be anything but ordinary.

  “I’d like that,” I told him. “Santa?”

  “I want to eat your pussy, then have you to suck me off,” he said, like he was ordering dinner. “With a finger in my ass. Maybe two.”

  Well then. “Two fingers it is. What order are we doing this in, gentlemen?”

  The guys got together and started a game of rock, paper, scissors. After a few tries where no one won I put my fingers in my mouth and whistled to get their attention.

  “How about we go in alphabetical order?” I suggested.

  They all nodded. Adasser stepped toward me. The other guys got comfortable across the room to watch, stroking their cocks in anticipation of the show. It was no surprise that Adasser wanted my ass. After all, ass was in his name.

  I lay down on the cushions, wondering how he wanted to do this. Until now, all of the decisions had been made for us. Every exquisite detail of tonight had been choreographed for us as we’d requested when signing up for this adventure so there was some awkwardness as Adasser lay down next to me. As soon as he kissed me, all of my unease went away. It was just he and I in this beautiful room. All we had to do was pleasure each other. That shouldn’t be too difficult, right?

  He was an intense kisser, pouring everything he had into it. I could feel him, the essence of him, through his kiss. He was a good man, if a bit shy. But I liked that about him because underneath was a man of great strength. He gave me his total focus. There was no doubt at all that he was into me and into me good. My thick waist and heavy thighs were a turnon to him. More than once he grabbed a handful and growled, coming at me with renewed passion.

  Adasser was a thorough lover. By the time he rolled me to my stomach and lubed up his cock, I was panting in expectation. I couldn’t wait for him to drive his cock into my ass and give it a good reaming. He gripped my hips, kneading his hands in my flesh as though imprinting himself on me. Pushing me down flat on the pillows, he widened my legs as far as they would go. His cock was built for this, long and a bit narrow, especially at the tip. I quivered in anticipation.

  His lubed finger rimmed my ass before sliding in. He hooked his finger, stroking my g-spot from the other side. I moaned. It felt so good. He knew what he was doing. A second and then a third finger soon joined the first. He stretched me tenderly and thoroughly. I begged for his cock. I wanted it so bad. Every time I stuck my butt in the air he
pushed it back down and gave it a smack that only intensified my expectation. He withdrew his fingers and I knew this was it. I held still, anxious for that first punch past my anal ring.

  His cock slipped in with little pressure. I moaned as my body drew him deeper with each push until he was fully seated. It took everything in me not to move. He held me down and withdrew slowly. The slow scrape of his cock made me whimper. He soon found his rhythm, setting a gentle, leisurely pace, lolling me into the false sense that this would be an unhurried coupling. O Christmas tree, was I wrong.

  His thrusts grew steadily more rapid until I had to hold on or get pushed across the pillows. He was relentless, the drag and lunge so constant I had a hard time keeping up. I was wild, screaming my head off in pleasure as my orgasm hit. He drove hard into me, shooting his hot cum deep. He collapsed on top of me, his head resting on the small of my back as he fought as hard as I did to catch my breath. He turned his head and licked the dent where my ass met my waist. I shuddered, my clit pulsing and aching so bad that I ground it into the pillows to get some relief.

  He slid out of me and kissed my giant globes, first one then the other, finishing with a sharp slap that made me yelp then grin. I rolled over. He fondled my breast almost absently as he kissed me.

  “You have the hottest ass,” he whispered in my ear. “I could fuck it everyday and never be satisfied. If you want me, I’m yours. Whenever you want.” He winked at me, then kissed the breast he’d been playing with before sauntering off across the room and sitting down with a smug look on his face.

  Was there anything sexier than a confident, well pleasured man?

  Goldir rose to his feet and approached me, his thick cock bobbing up and down. His gaze was glued to my chest. Definitely a boob man the way Adasser was an ass man. Lucky for me I was all about the cock since I had four gorgeous ones at my disposal. I was looking forward to Goldir’s and the way he held no pretense, shoving into me with little to no fanfare. He was all Here’s my cock, take it, take aalllll of it.