On Wednesdays during December, I’m featuring some of my more romantic holiday stories. For Sizzling Sunday, on the other hand, I’m dipping into the spicier titles.
Today I have a snippet from my holiday erotic fantasy Santa, Baby! – a seasonally appropriate tale of innocence lost. Enjoy!
This Christmas, Santa discovers it’s nice to be naughty.
Matt Glaser may not have the Santa Claus beard or belly, but when it comes to earning extra holiday cash, he loves his red suit like a reindeer loves carrots. This potential client, though—classy, curvy Eleanor Danforth—seems more interested in checking out his butt than his references. And two grand for a private party? Oy vey, Prancer, something's not kosher about this particular Vixen.
X-Rated Excerpt
“Toss your coat onto the chair,” she ordered. “Let’s see the costume.”
Like an automaton, I shrugged off the heavy wool garment.
She clapped her hands in delight. “Oh, you look spectacular! Sexy and naughty, just the way I imagined.” Without warning, she reached out to give my half-swollen dick a quick squeeze. The brief but brazen gesture just made me harder. “And I’m happy to see you’re already getting into the spirit of the evening.”
I didn’t resist when she grabbed my hand.
“Come on, my girlfriends are dying to meet you.”
My imperious hostess practically dragged me into an enormous living room, bigger than the average hotel lobby and two stories high. The left wall was entirely glass, providing a breathtaking view of the Hudson River and the Palisades. A live Christmas tree towered to my right, roped in gold tinsel and sparkling lights, the angel at its peak almost grazing the ceiling.
Clusters of sofas and chairs were scattered around the vast space. Several male figures occupied a grouping at the far end. Closer, two women from Mrs. Danforth’s generation sat sipping cocktails, their heads together like gossiping teenagers. Despite their age, they both had dressed seductively, in tight, glittering gowns with low necklines that displayed their abundant flesh.
“Delilah, Jane — this is Matt, our Santa.”
“Oh my! You’ve outdone yourself, Ellie! He’s gorgeous!” The raven-haired woman had a Middle Eastern look, with a prominent nose and dusky skin. She offered her hand. “I’m Delilah,” she said, her eyes twinkling with mischief.
Picking up on her mood, I bent to brush my lips and my soft beard across the back. “Enchanté, Mrs….”
Delilah giggled at the tickling sensation. “Mrs. Nothing! I’m happily divorced.”
“Me too,” added the other woman, who had a square, somewhat plain, face but astonishing red-gold hair. “I’m Jane,” she announced. She grabbed my other hand, brought it to her mouth and licked my palm.
Electric pleasure sizzled through me at the unexpectedly intimate move, down to my increasingly rigid dick. My pelvis jerked reflexively. The three women laughed.
“Mmm! If the rest of you tastes as good as your hand…Can I have a sample, Ellie?”
“I don’t see why not. He looks as though he could use some relief. Matt, pull out your cock.”
There it was. I’d known it was only a matter of time. The die was cast when I pressed the doorbell. But was I really ready to become a whore?
Eleanor didn’t give me time to consider the question. Yanking at the front of the spandex bottoms, she tucked the elastic waistband under my balls. The upward pressure immediately made me harder. My erection reared up, pre-cum pooling at the slit. It bobbed with my racing pulse as my employer pulled me closer to the sofa.
“There you go, Janie. Do your worst!”
“You mean my best? I haven’t had a good meal of cum in ages!”
The middle-aged vixen grabbed me by the hips. Sticking out her tongue, she lapped along my rod, from the balls up to the bulb. I shuddered as delicious sensation coursed through me. When she pursed her painted lips around the head, I gasped and thrust against them. She opened. In one gulp she swallowed me to the root.
Oh God! The heat and the wetness almost overwhelmed me. She locked her lips around my shaft, sliding back and forth along the rigid length. As she approached the head, she used her tongue to stroke and tease my sensitive flesh. When she took me deep, she swallowed deliberately, letting me feel her throat working around the tip.
I could tell I wasn’t going to last long. Well, she’d said she wanted to taste my cum. I certainly wasn’t about to deprive her. Shaking off my passivity, I began to thrust, pushing my cock down her throat. She didn’t gag or fight me. Relaxing her muscles, she consumed every inch I fed her, sucking eagerly as if hungry for more.
If more was what she wanted, that’s what she’d get. I was fucking her face in earnest now, fast and hard. She was helpless, open, her mouth no more than a container for my raging dick. In, out, in out—I wanted to come, needed to come, but I also didn’t want these amazing sensations to end.
My fingers tangled in her gorgeous coppery hair, I held her still so I could keep control as I ravaged her mouth. I couldn’t hold on much longer. I closed my eyes, savoring the building pressure. Yes, oh yes…
Buy Links
Kinky Literature –
https://www.kinkyliterature.com/book/6465-santa-baby-a-naughty-holiday-fantasy/
Amazon US – https://www.amazon.com/dp/B082ZTHVKJ
Amazon UK – https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B082ZTHVKJ
Smashwords – https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/996887
Barnes and Noble – https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/santa-baby-lisabet-sarai/1135798713?ean=2940163426959
Kobo – https://www.kobo.com/th/en/ebook/santa-baby-39
Apple Books – https://books.apple.com/us/book/x/id1492940948
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