Santa Cums Once a Year
Date: 16.03.2008Keywords: a, Santa, Year, Once, Cums,
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I love Christmas. When I hear the sound of carols being sung or see the Christmas trees lit up in peoples" windows, the spicy smell of mince pies wafting out from the bakers ovens, see the grottos being set up in the town centers; I give a little smile to myself and remember!
It all began in November in the year of 1997. I was sitting alone in my bedsit watching the typical English weather throwing its driving rain against my window, knowing that this will be another Christmas I would be spending alone. Eighteen years old, no job, no family to speak of and even worse - no man! Pathetic.
My one Christmas wish would have been to find that special one who would take my virginity. Now don't get me wrong. I was not naïve. I knew the basics; knew what to do. I had fumbled around with young lads but it had never gone very far.
A notice jumped out at me from the paper I was reading. "WANTED YOUNG LADY TO WORK IN SANTAS GROTTO LAPLAND" I picked up the phone and dialed.
Two days later found me boarding a plane. My adventure had begun! As we flew over the snow-covered mountains a little flicker of doubt entered my mind. Was I doing the right thing?
As I entered the arrivals lounge of the airport I couldn"t believe my eyes. I had spotted an Elf! He held up a sign which had my name on it – "Christabel." Forcing back a giggle, I made my way across, taking in the sight of him as I went. He was a small man - about four and a half feet tall but he was all man. I could see the muscular outline of his body straining against the tightness of his little green suit. "Not a bad start," I thought to myself. I am only five feet tall so I was not going to dismiss a man because of his size!
We left the building and I spotted the carriage we were to go in. It was drawn by two reindeers and there was an identical elf holding the reins. I felt two small hands cup the cheeks of my bottom, and a little push. I settled myself into the seat and they climbed up and sat either side of me introducing themselves as Rory and Ross. I could smell their manly odor as their bodies pressed against me. A shudder ran through me. "Yes," I thought. "I am going to like this job."
I was suddenly jolted back to reality as the carriage pulled to a stop. It was dark now but I could never have imagined in all my wildest dreams the sight before me. Everywhere I looked was snow and right in front of me was a large log cabin surrounded by smaller ones. They were all lit up with hundreds of fairy lights twinkling in the darkness.
One of the elves said, "We will just show you to your cabin and let you freshen up, and then we will take you to meet Santa."
After they had left me alone, I took in my surroundings. It was lovely. There were a big log fire burning and a huge white fur rug in front of it, candles flicked all around me. I walked around the cabin and the first room I came to was the kitchen, then the bathroom. The bath was bigger than any I had seen before. It stood in the center of the room and that too was surrounded by candles; fluffy towels hung warming before another open fire.
My breath caught in my throat as I entered the bedroom. A huge four-poster bed stood in the middle of the room, the pure whiteness of its covers standing out against the deep crimson of the silk that draped across the ceiling and around the walls. The flames of the fire flicked in the corner. The room"s only lighting was from a small lamp which threw off a peaceful glow.
I took a bath and dressed in a warm dress. I knew I looked good. The dress showed off my ample but perfectly formed curves - a treat. After brushing my long blonde hair, I was ready. Answering the knock on the door I took in the look in the eyes of the two elves that had brought me to this place. As we set off to meet Santa, I could not help but notice that those eyes were being burned into my oversized breasts.
If I were a child expecting an old man in a red suit I would have been disappointed. I was pleasantly surprised by Santa, for rising out of the chair to greet me, with an out-stretched hand, was a largely built man dressed in a white shirt and tight black trousers. I would have guessed his age to be about sixty but the years had been kind to him. The muscles were rippling under his shirt and his thighs were bulging against the tightness of his trousers as he crossed the room. This was certainly no Santa from my childhood dreams. This was a grown woman's fantasy that stood in front of me. Taking my hand he placed a kiss on it; the roughness of his large white beard brushing against my fingers. I felt a shudder run through my body when he said, "Welcome Christabel. So pleased to meet you."
He must have thought that I was some village idiot as I mumbled, "Hello Santa."
His booming laughter filled the room as he replied, "My dear child, please call me Nicolas. Now run along and have some food and a good night"s sleep as you will need to be up bright and early in the morning."
I awoke to the winter sun shining through the windows. I noticed that the fire in my bedroom had been topped up. Pulling my dressing gown around me, I walked into the lounge. There was Rory piling logs on to the fire.
"Morning Christabel. I trust that you slept well. I have topped up the fire in your bathroom too. Now hurry up. It does not do to keep Nicolas waiting, he is eager for you to start work."
"What should I wear?" I asked him.
"Oh don't worry about that. It really does not matter," he replied.
I could have sworn that he was smirking as I headed off to dress. Half an hour later I stood before him, dressed in jeans and sweater.
"You"ll do," he pronounced as he eyed me. "Now come on, we"re going to be late."
"Morning my dear," smiled Nicolas as we entered his cabin. "Now, did you read the details of what this job entails carefully?"
"What details? All I was told was that I was to be a toy tester," I asked, wrinkling my brow.
"We sent them to you by post. Did you not receive them?"
He looked visibly shaken when I answered that I hadn"t.
"You better sit down so I can explain. After you have heard what I have to say, if you no longer wish to work for me I will arrange for you to be flown back to England. It"s right that you are here to test toys but the thing you don't know is that the toys you will be testing are the "adult only" kind." He must have seen the puzzled look on my face. Looking directly at me he said two words - "Sex toys."
A heavy, awkward silence hung in the room before he started talking again. "Here, let me show you." He rang a bell and Rory and Ross entered the room. "Please fetch the toys so I may show them to Christabel," he requested them.
Fifteen minutes later they were back carrying a large box between them and placed it on the floor. I nearly fell off my chair as Rory pulled out the biggest vibrator I had ever seen!
"Have you ever used one this size?" he smirked.
"No. I have never used one… any size." I replied.
"Christabel, my dear, you are not a virgin. Are you?" Nicholas asked.
"Yes," I whispered.
"If you decide to stay you will be working very closely with Rory, Ross and myself. You need have no fears. We are kind gentle and very experienced men and I do think you would grow to love the work." He paused before continuing, "So what's it to be? Do I book you a flight home?"
Picking up the vibrator I smiled up at them, my answer apparent.
Nicolas looked at me, smiled and said "Please go with Rory and Ross to the testing suite. I will join you in a day or so."
He must have seen the disappointment on my face.
"Don't worry, my dear. The boys will take good care of you. I promise," he said with a wink.
As we entered the testing room I could not help but notice that it was the exact copy of my bedroom in my cabin. Rory's voice cut through my thoughts. "Please remove all your clothes and lie down on the bed." These people certainly wasted no time!
I discarded my jeans and sweater and as I put my hands behind me to unhook my bra, Ross pulled them down as he removed my bra. Rory slowly pulled my knickers down my legs. After laying me on the bed, they started to undress. When they stood before me naked, I could not help but notice that their cocks stood large firm and fully erect.
"Now we are ready to begin."
Moving onto the bed, they started to stroke my body. I felt myself relaxing. They fetched the first toys - four silk ties and a blindfold. They fastened my arms to the bed posts with the silk ties, and then placed the blindfold over my eyes. I could feel my legs being spread apart as they tied them too.
They stroked my body over and over with objects of different textures. The feelings were sending me wild. I could feel the wetness as my cunt juices started to flow. Something was placed into my hand. It felt like a mouth with a large tongue but I could make out that it was made of rubber. As it was taken away from me, I could feel a hand between my legs and a finger pushed gently inside me. I pushed my hips up, trying to force it in deeper but it was pulled out of me.
"Please," I begged. "Please put it back."
I felt something being pushed into my body and realized it was the rubber tongue. The mouth piece covered my cunt lips and I heard a faint humming as the tongue started to plunge up and down, round and round inside me. The lips of my cunt and clitoris were being gripped and released over and over, my hips were moving up and down. my breath came in gaps as the sensations built. I forced my body up screaming, "Fuck me," as a massive orgasm shot through my body.
"Sorry babe. We are not allowed to," I heard them say as they removed the rubber mouth from me. Taking off my blind fold and untying me, they told me to sit up. They fetched a blow up doll from a cupboard in the room. Rory sat on a chair with the doll facing away from him and I watched as he positioned it over him plunging his cock deep inside it while Ross pushed his cock into its open mouth. Leaning over, Rory pulled a small vibrator from the box and threw it to me.
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Keywords: a, Santa, Year, Once, Cums,