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By *R_Y72 OP Man
over a year ago
South West |
I’ve been told I should post this here. I’m sure she has an ulterior motive but who am I to argue?
Enjoy....
xxx
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A Christmas to forget
The house was silent, sleeping, the tick of the clock steadily interrupting the stillness of a cold, Christmas Eve. You roll over to check the time. 2:39am. Everything is quiet, so what woke you up?
You flick the covers off and climb slowly out of bed. The bedroom door creaks slightly as you ease it open gently. Standing at the top of the stairs, wearing nothing but a t-shirt that barely reaches below your ass, you shiver slightly in the cold air as you listen carefully. Did you hear a noise downstairs or was it just your imagination? It’s probably nothing but as you’re awake anyway you decide to get a glass of water before you go back to bed.
You pad lightly down the stairs in your bare feet and head for the kitchen. You pour yourself a glass of water and take a long swallow of the cold liquid. With your head tipped back you catch a glimpse of movement out of the corner of your eye. You can see the orange glow of the streetlights outside shining under the living room door. It might have been your brain playing tricks on you but it looked like a shadow just moved across the room, breaking the flow of light under the door. You freeze but still hear nothing. Putting the glass down quietly you step away from the sink and approach the living room door. Still no noise. You reach out slowly for the door handle, turn it gently, opening the door as carefully as you can.
As the door opens your eyes widen in disbelief. It can’t be? It’s not possible?
From the doorway you watch incredulously as a figure dressed in red arranges a stack of presents under the Christmas tree. This isn’t real, you must be dreaming, yet you feel wide awake and somewhere deep inside you know this is happening right in front of you. Suddenly the figure turns his head and catches sight of you standing silently in the doorway. He stands up and turn towards you with a smile.
“Hello there. Shouldn’t you be sleeping?” His voice is soft and friendly and his eyes twinkle as he looks at you.
“Who......what......how is this......”
He laughs gently.
“That’s the usual reaction, don’t worry about it. It happens more often than you might think too.”
You feel your legs buckle slightly as you try to make sense of the impossible scene before you. He looks like Santa, but that’s not possible. Is it....?
“I...I....I’m sorry....I thought I heard a noise....I....I.....”
He smiles again.
“It’s fine, really. Surely you don’t think I can go the whole night without bumping into someone? I promise you it does happen all the time. Please, come in. What’s your name?”
“Bailey, my name is Bailey. I’m sorry, this is just really weird.” You enter the room and close the door behind you softly.
“Of course it is. As I said, yours is the normal reaction, especially from grown-ups. Children are much more accepting of what they see, they still believe.” He smiles at you again and you start to relax a little. “I bump into children all the time, all over the world. So many I lost count a long time ago. Of course, with the children it’s easy to deal with. I can tuck them back into bed and not worry about who they might tell because they won’t be believed. Children do have vivid imaginations after all.” He suddenly looks at you and notices you’re shivering slightly in the cool air. “Look at me, chatting away while you stand there in the cold. Please, come and stand by the fire where it’s warmer.”
He waves towards the wall and an enormous fireplace shimmers into existence, a warming fire burning in the grate. Around the fireplace the walls start to bend and shift and you find yourself standing in a beautiful log cabin. On the floor in front of the fireplace is a soft rug, a large leather armchair stands guard on each side. Between the two chairs a low table sits in front of the fire, it’s wooden surface glowing gently in the flickering light. He smiles that friendly smile again and motions for you to move into the warmth. You step onto the rug and feel your toes sink into the soft pile. The heat from the crackling fire warms the bare skin of your arms and legs.
“Where was I? Oh, yes, so children are easy to deal with. Adults require a different approach altogether. You see, if an adult claimed to have seen me it could lead to all manner of consequences for them. It’s less likely to be the claim of a vivid imagination, more the deluded ravings of the mentally ill. I cannot let that sit on my conscience so I have to ensure any adults I meet will forget the experience. It’s the only way to protect them.”
In your confused mind you struggle to make sense of what is happening, but his words carry a ring of truth you can’t ignore.
“So how do you make sure....I mean, what happens....what do I need to do?”
He smiles at you again, but now there’s something different about the twinkle in his eye.
“You? Oh no, you don’t need to do anything, it’s all in hand. That’s why we’re here.” He claps his hands once, loudly, and an elf appears beside Santa, two more appear on either side of you.
Before you can react one of them grabs the hem of your t-shirt and lifts it over your head, forcing your arms into the air at the same time. The other one expertly binds the t-shirt around your wrists leaving your head and arms trapped inside the material, your naked body exposed to their gaze and the warmth of the fire. You feel two pairs of hands lift you off your feet and lay you on your back along the table. The warmed wood presses against the skin of your back from the back of your knees to the top of your shoulders. You feel something being wrapped around your ankles as your legs are fastened to the legs of the table, held open by the cords that bind you. Your arms are seized firmly and the knots securing your wrists are swiftly unfastened. Before you can think of moving fresh bonds are applied and your arms are secured to the table too. You lie naked and exposed on the table, unable to move.
“That’s it, make sure she can’t move. It’s for her own good.” Santa’s words penetrate the material of your t-shirt. You sense someone crouching next to your head. “Now, Bailey, please listen carefully. We are going to ensure you forget you ever saw me, but in order to do so safely you must be restrained. The reason for this is because the process requires a...let’s call it an injection...to erase this specific memory. It won’t hurt at all, quite the opposite in fact, but the injection process can be quite vigorous. Please try to relax, it will help immensely.”
At his words you feel three pairs of hands start to caress and stroke your skin. Every inch of your body is being touched, teased, the tingle of the hands spreading across your skin. The voice continues in your ear, “This is called the awakening. In order for the magic to work your every nerve needs to be stimulated.
As he speaks you feel a warm liquid drip slowly down your body from your neck to your navel. The hands immediately begin to spread the slick fluid over your body, rubbing it into your skin. The hands roam across your body from your throat to your crotch, caressing every curve, massaging your breasts, your navel, your inner thighs. As the fluid soaks in you feel your nerves catch fire. Every pore of your body seems to open up, drawing the warming liquid straight into your soul. The intensity of the hands begins to increase as they press more firmly into your flesh, covering every inch.
You feel your body trying to lift itself off the table, seeking out the touch of the busy fingers caressing your skin. Your body aches beyond reason so you almost scream aloud when you feel your left nipple being pinched between thumb and finger. When another hand repeats the action on the right your back arches with pleasure. You only realise what is happening when you feel two hands on each of your generous breasts, squeezing and kneading the flesh, pulling and pinching at your swollen nipples. When you feel two hot, hungry mouths close over your nipples and begin to suck and nibble your body explodes in orgasm. Waves of desire crash through your body again and again.
As you feel the wave begin to recede another pair of hands begins to explore your exposed pussy, stroking up and down the wet lips slowly, lingering on your clit on each pass. Two fingers spread your lips as they push firmly inside your body and begin to press and stroke your G-spot. With the two mouths still busily feasting on your breasts the insistent pressure building between your legs reaches boiling point. Suddenly the tip of a pointed tongue flicks across your clit, again it swipes, each time harder than the last. The tongue laps eagerly at your swollen clit as the fingers press harder, more urgently, inside you. You cry out, a guttural moan from deep within you as the orgasm returns with a vengeance. You feel liquid squirting from your pussy as your body spasms repeatedly.
The voice returns in your ear, “The awakening is now complete. It’s time for your injection now, Bailey.”
Your body collapses as the hands and mouths release their grip on you. You feel your bonds being adjusted and your lower body is lifted off the surface of the table and something slides under your raised hips. Two arms encircle your waist and you realise one of the elves is lying beneath you. You feel two more hands grasp your thighs, forcing them apart as the other one steps between your legs. The third one straddles your upper body and you feel hands begin to squeeze your heavy tits together.
“Now, Bailey, I want you to relax for just a little longer.”
At Santa’s words you feel a simultaneous twitch from the elves. Something presses lightly against your pussy, your ass, your cleavage. Within moments three cocks are swelling and growing as they invade your body. One begins to slide deeper into your dripping pussy, harder, more urgently, keeping pace with the cock beginning to pound your tight ass. The last soon ramming urgently into the tight tunnel of your slick cleavage, fingers pinching your nipples as it hammers between your tits.
Your brain explodes with the sensations crashing through your body as the three cocks simultaneously fuck your helpless body, relentlessly building the pressure within you. You hear Santa’s breath in your ear and just beyond the sound of a zipper. “Almost done, Bailey, almost done.”
Strong fingers tear through the material of your t-shirt to be replaced with one final, thick cock. Your head hanging over the edge of the table it pushes past your red lips and slides into your mouth. Your tongue instinctively swirls over its length as it pushes deeper before sliding down your throat. Santa’s cock begins to slide in and out of your mouth as you wrap your lips around it, swallowing as it enters your throat, squeezing the head as you do. The pounding increases in tempo as every hole is filled with hard, throbbing cock. Your orgasm is endless as each one crashes into the next.
Just as you think you will pass out from the intense feelings washing across your body a thumb begin to rub your clit vigorously. That’s all it takes for your body to arch in the most intense explosion of pleasure you’ve ever experienced. As if on cue all four busy cocks explode as your body stiffens. Your feel the two in your ass and pussy spasm together, filling you with hot cum. The one between your tits explodes, coating your chest and heaving tits with sticky liquid. With a grunt Santa thrusts his cock down your throat one final time as he follows suit.
It’s too much. The world begins to swim and blackness fills your head. You feel yourself falling through time and space........
When you awake you’re back in your own bed. Your body aches deep inside but you feel relaxed.
You smile to yourself in the dark, “Wow!! I haven’t had a dream like that in a long time.” You check the time. 2:39am. The house is quiet and still. You roll over to go back to sleep and your hand catches on your t-shirt. You flick the covers off and see in the glow of the streetlights a hole torn in the material halfway down......
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