Mrs. Claus

Dim, flickering light spread out in pockets across the room from several candles. Owen was relieved not to see Mr. Diamond in the master suite, ready to attack him for planning to defile his eighteen-year-old daughter. Whitney wasn't in the room either. It was empty. To his right was an alcove; he assumed this was the sitting area she mentioned. A small window allowed enough light that he could tell no one was sitting on the couch or plush chair. The bathroom door was open, with no lights on, the same with the walk-in closet.

"Wh-Whitney? Are you here?" he asked nervously, in a tone barely above a whisper, as he slowly spun around looking for his teenage girlfriend. He even moved to peak back out the door to see if she was joking around and about to surprise him from outside.

Suddenly, music began to play softly, nearly causing Owen to panic. Turning his head, he scanned the far corner of the room from his spot, then he checked the corner nearest him again. It took him a few moments to realize that the master suite had a sound system set up with speakers spread out. Flummoxed, the college student's brain didn't even register that the song playing was "Santa Claus Is Comin' to Town."

"Santa? Is that you?" asked a voice in a hopeful tone. Owen's head swung over, eyes scanning back and forth between the bathroom and closet doors. Then he heard a click-clack start from the direction of the walk-in closet. The scattered, dim light kept him from seeing her until she materialized out of the pitch-black closet like a ghost phasing through a wall. His jaw dropped, heart clenched, and cock hardened as he took in her appearance.

The young blonde stood just inside the doorframe on display in sexy lingerie—Christmas lingerie. A sheer, red bra, shaped like a triangle, was fighting a fierce battle to hold in her magnificent D-cups. At her back and neck, the halter-style ties showcased the weak link in the top's defensives. White fur trim adorned the top of the bra cups, red ruffles the underbust. A satin, red bow, just below her eye-popping cleavage, teased the hidden treasures behind. The top was accompanied by a matching red skirt, white fur trim along the bottom edge. The skirt's sheer material hardly hid the tiny red thong panties underneath; its short length barely reached the bottom of her toned ass. Red garter straps connected to white thigh-high stockings, showcasing her lean, smooth teenage legs. A pair of red four-inch high heels provided the sound Owen had heard moments ago. A Santa Claus hat sat on her head, adding a playful quality to the sexy outfit.

"Oh, it is you, Santa! I've been sooo impatient waiting for you to return from delivering presents," Whitney voiced gleefully. "I just couldn't wait to exchange gifts with you."

"Uh-uh, Whitney, w-what's going on," stuttered out Owen as he tried to gather his bearings at the sight before him.

"Whitney? Santa, who's that?" she inquired, slightly cocking her head to the slide. "Oh, my! You must have had an unusually tough outing this year if you don't recognize your own wife, Mrs. Claus," she added concerned, as the click-clacking resumed. Moving slowly forward toward Owen, his eyes were drawn to the exaggerated sway she added to her walk and what it did to certain parts of her body.

Reaching Owen, Whitney--or Mrs. Claus-- wrapped her left arm around his waist as she slid over his own left side, planting a quick kiss on his cheek as she moved her mouth up to his ear. "Don't you worry. Mrs. Claus knows exactly what her Mr. Claus needs," she purred. Continuing to move around his back, with her body rubbing on his, she planted another kiss on the back of his neck, her breasts squishing against his right arm; she planted the third kiss on that side of his cheek. Finally, she finished her circle around him, stared into his eyes lovingly as she leaned in to give him a soft, sweet kiss. Owen returned the kiss, but just as her tongue pushed forward, asking for entrance into his mouth, she stepped back.

Her eyes, loving a second ago, narrowed, a smirk forming, "Oh, Santa, you've worked tirelessly this year to bring joy to kids all over the world. Do you want me to bring you a little joy?" she seductively asked. A quick nod answered her back. She slid, once again around to his back, this time with her left hand gently pulling on the belt of the robe, loosening it. Standing directly behind him, she then moved her hands up and around to the front collar. Then, with a firm grasp on the collar, she whipped down forcefully, removing the robe from his body in one motion. Grabbing his shoulders, she spun him around and lunged forward, meeting his mouth with hers.

The older college student was taller than her, so she leaned up on her toes, wrapping her arms around his neck, and pulled his head down to give her better access. Her tongue snaked out from her mouth, and he opened his lips and accepted it in. The kiss was playful until Owen finally shook off whatever shock he had over the situation and began to kiss her thoroughly. The blonde responded in kind, taking the kiss up another level, but her boyfriend started to take control now. He vigorously explored her mouth with his tongue, earning back moans. His hands slide down to her hips, then under the tiny skirt to her perky ass. Just as he cupped her firm globes, she pulled back from the kiss and reached down to remove his hands.

"Nuh-uh, I think it's time for Santa to get Mrs. Claus' remedy for a long, hard day," she rebuffed him with a wag of her finger. Staring directly in his eyes, the teenager lowered down to her knees, and never breaking eye contact, she took hold of his swim trunks and yanked them down. His rock-hard cock, now freed, swung back up, flinging a small amount of pre-cum onto her cheek. Giggling, she used her finger to capture the fluid before sticking her finger in her mouth quickly, emitting a popping sound when she pulled it back out. After a final glance back up at Owen, she pounced, taking his cock inside her mouth.

"Ahh, ooh, goddamn!" he cried out in surprise at her aggressiveness.

Owen's thick, average-length cock had many met mouths over the last few years, but most were inexperienced high school girls or somewhat drunk coeds. Some of those girls might have matched Whitney in enthusiasm but none in skill. After some hard suction, she was now gently sucking him while one hand was pumping his shaft. Pulling her mouth almost all the way off, she circled the crown with tongue, teasing him.

"Holly golly, you're tense, Santa; very tense. I bet those girls on the naughty list were teasing you under their trees again. Don't you worry, I'll make up for those hussies," she soothed, her eyes blue eyes staring up into his as she resumed teasing his crown with her tongue.

Resisting the urge to grab her head and **** her down all the way onto his bulging member, he was rewarded for his patience as she began to make long licks along the side of his cock. Lifting her toy up, she performed another long lick on the underside of it. Jesus Christ, how the fuck does she know how to do this? It's incredible, like she's worshiping my dick. She wasn't like thi--holy shit! His thoughts were interrupted when he felt Whitney's mouth on one of his balls. Clenching his whole body, Owen fought not to explode at the incredible--and shockingly dirty--action she was performing. Only a couple of other girls had ever sucked on his balls, and they both had slutty reputations.

"Oh, oh, oh fuck! H-how...the...fuck--damn!" he began before his words turned into loud moans that echoed around the room. Fuck, I hope this room is soundproofed. If not, then people are going to be barging in any second now.

Whitney and Owen's only previous sexual contact had occurred a few weeks earlier at his college apartment when she visited. What had started out as some kissing and petting had escalated into her top coming off and those stupefying breasts coming out. Sucking on her delicious pink nipples, he had given her a couple of orgasms with his fingers. With time running out before his roommates and their girlfriends would return, she had given him a quick blowjob. It was one he had enjoyed but nowhere near the level of the one now being performed. Barely finishing as they came home, Owen had been slightly embarrassed. He had carried on quite a bit to his doubting friends about how mature and sophisticated his high school senior of a girlfriend was compared to some of those in his past. He was at that age where he wanted someone special in his life for the long term. So, he told them Whitney had many of those unique qualities he was looking for, despite her age. He now realized, in the throes of a mind-blowing blowjob, that maybe Whitney didn't have those qualities but other special ones.

"Does Santa like how Mrs. Claus sucks his cock? It's her personal warm candy cane," she breathed out, breaking off her cock worship with a smile, spit hanging from her increasingly sloppy cocksucking. Happy to hear his "fuck yeah" moan of a response, Whitney inhaled his manhood again. Knowing her beau wouldn't last much longer, she increased her attack, moving her head back and forth on his shaft at an astonishing speed. She sensed his imminent explosion even before he managed to shout out a "cumming" warning at the last second.

A substantial six shots of sperm erupted out and into her waiting mouth. Capturing all of the cum into her mouth, Whitney/Mrs. Claus looked up into Owen's drained face. Opening her mouth, she stuck out her tongue, proudly displaying his spunk before swallowing. "Yum, such tasty candy you bring back home for me, Santa."

On her knees, Whitney watched as Owen staggered backward, only avoiding a fall by catching the dresser with his hand. He couldn't believe how powerful her blowjob had affected him. It felt like a succubus sucked out a portion of his soul, leaving him feeling weak and discombobulated. "Gawd...damn, Whitney," he managed to get out as he stared in awe at her. How in the world is that Santa hat still on her head?

"Mrs. Claus," she sternly corrected him. Raising up off her knees, she strode over to him. "You will not get the rest of your present if you keep fantasizing about this other woman."

"Sorry...Mrs. Claus," Owen apologized, and in acceptance, she cupped his semi-softened cock as she gave him a short kiss.

"Wonderful! Hmm, now where did I hide your gift?" she thoughtfully asked aloud, tapping her chin in contemplation. "In here?" she wondered, pulling open several dresser draws. "Maybe down here!" she exclaimed, bending down to look under the bed, drawing his attention to her peaking ass cheeks and cleavage when she turned around to look at him in disappointment.

"Do you have any ideas, Santa?" Mrs. Claus solicited, earning a confused shake from him. Sighing, she got back on her feet and walked over to the closet door. "Nope, definitely not in here," she stated, then stepping over to the bathroom door. "Gifty, are you in there?" she queried.

She walked back over towards Owen and gave him a questioning look and motion with her hands. "Sorry, Whit--Mrs. Claus, I don't know what you're looking for," earning a harsher sigh and glare in return. She stood there pondering what move to make next before she brightened up and walked back over to the dresser. Leaning over the dresser, she peeked down behind it. "Maybe it fell back here," she wondered. Still leaning over, her hands reached back and lifted the short skirt up, exposing her twin globes and the tiny strip of material in the crack between them.

When the realization hit Owen, he felt like a fool. Moving forward quickly, he cupped those tantalizing globes with his hands and gave a hard squeeze.

"Ooh, I think Santa might be getting close," Mrs. Claus cooed at the contact. Turning her head around to look at him, she bit her lip. "Does Santa want to know if I've been naughty or nice?"

"Santa, already knows you've been naughty. Very, very naughty!" he responded with a hard slap to an asscheek.

"Is he going to unwrap his present?"

Owen slid his hands back up to her hips, reaching for the top of her tiny, red thong and pulled it down. Once the soaked panties hit the floor, she stepped out of them, still clad in her high heels. He stayed down on his knees, staring at a glorious sight in front of him. An impeccable ass led to a peeking pink pussy, that was dripping fluids down her inner thighs just above the white stockings.

"Do you see your gift, Santa?" she giggled.

"You've been naughty and got it all wet," he managed to say without laughing. The Christmas lingerie was unbelievably hot to him, but the role-playing he found weird.

"Maybe you brought something with you from the North Pole that could plug it up...like a pole?" Mrs. Claus said, trying to steer him to what she wanted it.

"Oh, no, you tasted my candy cane, so it's only fair I get to see what sweets you have here," Owen denied her, as he spread her thighs apart, pushing her onto the dresser further, her head close to the wall, and started to kiss around outside her wet pussy.

The black-haired man moved his tongue first to one upper thigh, then the other, licking up the excess fluids that had escaped her candy box. He moved up to the teen's folds and feasted, teasing her by occasionally acting like an explorer, with his tongue, in search of fabled treasure inside an uncharted cave. His hands busy trailing over her thighs and ass relentlessly added to her teasing, the only break an occasional firm grip of her flesh. Her labia was soaked with Owen's saliva and her own leaking form of holiday treats. It almost tasted like berries, he noted, probably from the body wash she used. Whimpering moans sounded above, urging him to continue further inside.

"Just...do...it, pl-please," she begged as he flicked his tongue against her labia, earning a grin she couldn't see in return. Whitney badly needed a release after being so turned on by her outfit, her role-playing, and the power that came from keeping her older boyfriend off-balance.

Owen relented, burying his face into her quim deeper. His earlier explorations paid off with the discovery of her own hidden city of gold, her clit. Licking and sucking with abandon, he heard various combinations of "oh," "yes," "more," "deeper," "fuck" and "please" rapidly spewing from the teen.

"Ahh! Santa! My chimney!" she shrieked out when his finger slipped and entered her other cavern.

"Shit, sorry," he apologized and decided it was time to move his fingers to the proper tunnel. First, one finger entered, then it was joined by a second. Moving initially at a moderate pace, they eventually picked up steam before he moved back in with his tongue. It was now Owen's turn to keep her off balance with an alternating combination of fingers and a tongue, all drenched in her fluids.

The tongue lapping and fingers rubbing her clit finally proved enough as her orgasm exploded, further drenching Owen, and causing a near glass-shattering scream of pleasure, "Oooh fuuuuckkk!" A loud thud sounded out simultaneously, followed by a much different sounding, "Fuck!"

Owen moved back from the messy teen cunt and stood up to check on her. "Whitney, are you okay? What happened?"

"Ow...I fucking slammed my head into the wall," his girlfriend groaned, rubbing her forehead. Still in pain, a little embarrassed and a little angry, Whitney's bitchy side appeared, snapping out, "And would it fucking kill you to stay in character! It's Mrs. Claus, goddamn it! Is this too complicated for you? Not vanilla enough for you?"

Owen Nevin had been a patient man up to now. He had viewed Whitney as a sweet, reasonably innocent young woman who cared more about school and her family's business than typical teenage concerns like partying and sex. Maybe in his desire to find a potential partner for life, he misread her. Perhaps he even placed her on a pedestal in his mind. Already in one day at this cabin, he had seen different sides to her. He had witnessed Whitney mercilessly tease her best friend in front of other friends, acquaintances, and even a stranger, in Owen, for possibly being caught by her father having sex. She had also flirted with that boy, Sean, right in front of him. Finally, in this room, she had displayed an attitude and skill level towards sex that clearly showed considerable experience with sex. It was clear he was starting to gain a fuller idea of Whitney's personality. He just couldn't decide if he liked it or not.

No matter what, he was done having her treat him like he was the younger, inexperienced member in this relationship. Unlike Austin, he hadn't spent his high school glory days locked in a relationship. No, he had thoroughly enjoyed the perks that came with being the starting quarterback, experiencing many of his classmates along with a few older women. The confidence he gained had carried over to his early college years, leading to more conquests. Only in the last year, with graduation looming, had he shifted and begun looking for women with long term potential. Still, he hadn't forgotten the old Owen Nevin, and Whitney Diamond was about to meet him.

"You want Santa Claus to fuck you? Well, he's going to show exactly what he does to naughty, little girls that talk to him that way!" he roared out. Grabbing her shoulder, he roughly spun her around. "First, Santa's taking off this slutty top!" He gave a hard yank to the ties around her back; next came the ties at the back of her neck. Flinging the top across the room, he moved his mouth to her ear. The words that followed were low in a steely voice, "Next, get this ass over to that bed and up on all fours."

Taken aback by the abrupt change in his demeanor, the blonde teen nodded several times quickly before dashing over to the bed. Owen--or now Santa Claus--slowly strode over the bed and appraised the woman in front of him. Mrs. Claus still had on her tiny skirt, stockings, and high heels. Standing at the foot of the bed, he grabbed her legs and tugged her backward until her ass nearly hung off the bed.

"Santa, dear, what are you planning on doing to me?" Mrs. Claus asked, finding her voice again.

"I'm going to show you what happens when Santa comes to town," he declared, only wishing that the playlist had moved on to other holiday songs.

"Oh my gawd!" the blonde shrieked out, her head snapping back as the hard cock slammed into her from behind. Pain and pleasure shot through her body as Santa came close to fully impaling her with his first thrust.

"So damn tight," Mr. Claus groaned out. Gripping down on her hips, he began his thrusts, marveling at just how tight her teen cunt felt. Despite her snug pussy, he ramped up the speed of his plunging cock. "See what Santa does to naughty girls! He takes them hard; he takes them fast." A slap to one ass cheek, then to the other, emphasized his point.

Still struggling to compose herself from the sudden turn of events, Mrs. Claus could only utter out groans and moans as a response. Her previous lovers had treated her like a porcelain doll, afraid to break or offend the blonde-haired beauty. Never had she experienced an **** on her cunt this quickly. Yet, the Diamond pride flowed deeply in her blood, despite whatever role she was currently playing.

Her head turned around to look back at the man fucking her doggy style. Gritting her teeth, she snarled out, "Hard? The...elves have...fucked me harder!"

"Elves? I don't fucking think so," he grunted out angrily. "No other cock has made you feel this good. Santa's cock!" Already at a fast pace, he turned it up to the highest level possible for him, pounding her in and out with his pole. The awe-inspiring sight laid out in front of him drove him onward. His eyes trailed up from her perfect upturned ass to her slim waist, to the sweat sliding down her back and up to her head swinging every which way. The thought of grabbing her long hair crossed his mind, but it was mostly under her Santa hat. That fucking hat is still on her head? Fuck that!

"What are--don't stop," whimpered out Mrs. Claus as the pole pleasuring her pussy ceased. She looked back up just in time to see him ripping her hat off her head.

"This hat? It's my hat!" he informed her sharply, pulling the Santa down hard onto his head. Picking his pace back up, he glared at her, waiting for her to challenge the switch.

"Whatever...now fuck me hard, Santa!" she commanded.

Feeling he won some small victory over the hat, he proceeded to pummel her pussy with fast, hard lunges. The slapping of his hips against her skin growing louder by the moment, only matched by the squishing sounds her drenched pussy was emitting.

"H-har-harder...there--right there! Ooh...oh my--fuuuuccck!" she screeched out in orgasmic bliss, her head snapping back with her howl. Her head and upper body eventually collapsing onto the bed.

Never letting up, he continued to pound her through her orgasm. Whimpers and moans the only signs she hadn't passed out. Still, he wanted her to acknowledge his victory over her. "Are you Santa's nice girl now? No more naughty Mrs. Claus?" Santa Claus barked out.

"N-no...never!" she clamored back. She somehow managed to gather enough strength to give her own hard thrust back into him.

Shaken by her sudden move, he realized the end was nearing for him. "Uhh...not going...to last..."

Mrs. Claus flung her body around so her head was lying on the bed under him. "Let it snow...let it snow on me, Santa," she pleaded.

Completely taken aback by her request, Owen lost it. "Ahhh!" he bayed out, his cum shooting out, falling down all over his giggling lover's face. Exhausted, he managed just to avoid her as he collapsed onto the bed next to her.

Minutes passed as they caught their breath. Not bad. I've had better, but he's handsome, smart, and has a nice enough cock. The potential is there for sure. He just needs to let go and have fun more often, Whitney mused. She crawled up the bed to the nightstand and grabbed a handful of tissues to wipe off her face. Moving back over near Owen, she asked her boyfriend if he liked his present. Wiped out, all he could manage was a nod.

"Great! Honestly, I wasn't sure how you would react to the whole role-playing part. I was nervous enough that when I went to pick out the outfit, I couldn't decide. So I bought three! Maybe we can try out the other two this week," the blonde cheerfully informed him, adding in a kiss. Seeing his wide-eyed look at the news, she laughed. "Okay, I have to clean up this mess. If Ram sees these sheets like this, she'll end up sleeping on the couch this whole trip. So how about you let her and Lacey know they can come back to the room in fifteen minutes if they want."