Christmas in July

‘Twas the night before Christmas

and much to my surprise

I awoke from my slumber

with a head between my thighs.

A tongue licked me calmly

in such a heavenly fashion

I couldn’t help myself

and I called out in passion.

I noticed the beard on your chin

as you jerked your head up

was curly and white

when I interrupted your sup.

Or perhaps you’d call it dinner

but… either way

you lowered your head

and I was happy you’d stayed.

Again you lapped slowly

causing me to wiggle

against your soft beard

which elicited a giggle.

You looked up at me once more

and this time I saw

not only a curly white beard

growing from your jaw,

but a cherry red nose

and your twinkling eyes

and I swore to myself

they were blue as the skies.

You pressed your finger

tight against your lips

gesturing for quiet

as your grip tightened on my hips.

You returned to your business

without any sound,

brought me to climax

and then looked around.

I watched as you stood

in your jolly red suit

then moved towards a bag

filled to capacity with loot.

You rummaged and dug

for what seemed an hour

Then turned on your heel

with a look of sheer power.

The bag left forgotten

in the corner on the floor

aside of the fireplace

across from the door.

I was still breathing heavy

from my orgasm, you see

when you fingered your belt

and strode back to me.

The brass buckle clinked

as the belt pulled from your waist.

Then you dragged it across my body

as you closely watched my face.

The shivers that ran

up my spine made me shake.

The leather was coarse

but felt smooth as a lake,

at sunset or dawn

which ever you like

but my body was needy

and my feelings had spiked.

You gestured with fingers

in a turn-over motion

and I did as you asked

I rolled just like the ocean.

Now exposing my bottom

a most vulnerable pose

Put a gleam in your eye

and a twitch in your nose.

Your lips pulled back

in a most greedy grin

and you stroked the long hair

that was growing on your chin.

You played a loving caress

across the belt in your hand

then let it go slack

to await its command.

The snap on my bottom

was sudden and sharp

the sting grew steadily

ascending like a harp.

The surprise made me reel

and I let out a cry

that diminished in seconds

to a guttural sigh.

When the burn smoothed to heat

and my bottom was red

You looked in my eyes

and saw nothing to dread.

They were glazed over in lust

a desire so demanding

you could feel the pulse of my need

with absolutely no misunderstanding.

“You like this baby girl?”

Your whisper was low

as you fondled my red buttocks

exquisitely slow.

“Yes, Santa …

May I please have more?”

“This isn’t too hard on you?

Your ass isn’t sore?”

“No, Santa …

It feels quite delicious.

And please, Santa …

don’t be surreptitious!”

“I think that’s enough

for one night, it’s your first.”

Then he turned me around

and in my cunt he immersed

a finger or two

I couldn’t really tell

as I was screaming in climax

melodious as Christmas bells.

I was covered in sweat

and completely undone

when he removed his fingers

dripping with cum.

He sucked them wholeheartedly

and when he was through

he exclaimed, “Mmmmm … vanilla peach …

Merry Spanksmas to you!”