Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 92809 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 464(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92809 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 464(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
“Think we’ll manage?”
I kiss her neck. “I’m certain of it.” I inch forward in my sleigh seat. “Can you be a quiet girl for Santa?”
“I’ll try.”
She scrambles to tug her elf tights down, and my fingers are straight to her hot cunt, sliding between her pussy lips. She’s so wet it makes my dick throb.
“I’ve been thinking about this all morning,” she tells me. “So many good little girls on Santa’s lap. I’ve been so jealous.”
I’m tempted to tell her that I’ve been thinking of filling her up with cum and making a good little girl of our own. A little sweetheart with Tiffany’s grin. Her eyes. Her wavy hair. I want to share how badly I want to fuck her with a big baby belly. How badly I want to see her straining with contractions as our baby stretches her pussy open, both of us desperate to meet our child.
I’ve stretched Tiffany’s fleshy cunt with my fist a lot of times now, but it never loses its fascination. I’ve asked her to push down with everything she’s got, loving the way she groans as she tries to force me out of her. I’ve imagined how she’d look in childbirth. I’ve punch fucked her and made her take it so rough that she’s wailed. Tipping her head back with her legs spread, gushing her orgasm as if her waters had broken.
I manage to get my cock out of my Santa pants and she lowers herself with a grin. She could be a pelvic floor champion, because her pussy grips my dick like she’s a fucking virgin, squeezing to milk me dry.
That’s what I want. I want Tiffany’s cunt to milk me. I want to fill her up with round after round of cum, and put my baby inside her. I want to watch it grow in her swollen belly, and suck on her lactating tits to milk her. I’d love her milk in my mouth. I’d love squeezing her big tits while our baby is sleeping, and watch her nipples dribbling milk down her stomach.
I grit my teeth to stay silent in the grotto, my hands on her ass as she rises up and down.
The risk of being caught here makes me harder than ever and I know Tiffany can feel it with every buck of her hips. She speeds up, and I ease myself back in my seat as my curvy beauty bounces. Tits and belly. She braces herself on my pillow stomach and goes for it like a whore on a mission, whispering curses as she uses my cock to make her come.
It’s a silent O for her. Her face is so beautiful as she closes her eyes and rides the waves, then grimaces in the silence. And thank fuck it’s over too quickly to have her gushing.
It’s over quickly for me, too, the thought of the door opening and one of the girls walking in spurring me on. I grip her hips as I shoot Santa’s load into her hot elf cunt, imagining it spurting deep, right the way up into her fucking womb.
She’s still on my lap as she catches her breath. I give her gentle kisses as she calms, wishing the grotto break was longer, so I could switch places and fuck her from behind with her face mashed into the sleigh seat cushions. But I can’t do that. Not today. Jen and Evelyn will be back at any time now, and so will Toby.
Tiffany winks as she gets up from my lap and squats. She runs her hands between her legs and collects the dripping cum from her pussy, then she sucks her fingers clean as I watch her.
“That’s just what I wanted for lunch,” she says, then pulls her tights up. Such a travesty to see that dribbling pussy hidden from view.
“How about you, Santa? Feeling better with an empty sack?”
“If only you knew,” I say, tucking my cock away.
“Knew what?”
“How much better you really make me feel, just by being here, never mind milking me dry with that amazing cunt of yours.”
“Aww,” she says, adjusting her elf hat, “look at you, being all soppy.”
“Just being honest,” I say.
“Then we should make emptying Santa’s sack a habit. Eve and Jen can always take the earlier time out. I’ll be conscientious and make sure the grotto is all set, ready for the queue to start up again. We always need a good elf on site with Santa, after all.”
“Maybe Santa will indeed deliver you a present every day, Tiffany. If you’re a good girl.”
“I’m not used to being a good girl,” she says. “I’m normally on the naughty list. Literally.”
She starts rearranging some of the fake gifts around my feet at that, and I get a punch in the gut. A fresh reminder of what lies ahead for us.