Santa’s XXXmas Eve Visit (sample)

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Santa’s XXXmas Eve Visit (sample)

**Summary:** *Each year, on Christmas Eve, households of women choose one to leave for Santa as a gift so he'll leave them plenty of fun toys to play with come Christmas morning.*

*Julia finds herself tied up and blindfolded under the tree, waiting for the jolly old elf to come down the chimney and to cum inside of her.*

*Will Santa be happy with her? Will he leave her, her sisters, and her mother fun new presents? There's only one way to find out!*

*Read on.*

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That morning, Julia had been having breakfast with her family when she, her adult sisters, and her mother all drew straws to see who would be the gift left for Santa that night. The jolly old elf visited every house where single women lived every Christmas Eve and delivered special presents if one of them was tied up under the tree for him.

"Ugh! I've been trying to win for five years and you get the long straw on your first year! It's not fair," her oldest sister had said. "I should have cheated!"

"Now, dear, we all have to play fair or Santa won't leave anything for us," her mother said before getting the holiday rope and blindfold out of the closet.

After helping to bake cookies, prep the turkey for Christmas Day, and taking care of other chores, her mother had tied Julia beneath the tree for Santa. Then she and Julia's sisters went to their bedrooms for the night, leaving the young woman alone in the living room.

Julia shivered as a cold breeze flowed over her naked body. She was tied up under the Christmas tree, wrists behind her back, ankles together, and a blindfold snugly over her eyes. A few pine needles poked into her soft skin no matter how she shifted around, although that was, admittedly, not much.

"I didn't realize how much being tied up for a few hours would make my arms and legs ache," she thought.

She wiggled a bit more, feeling her toes and fingers throb as blood flowed in them easier, and wondered how long she'd be waiting that night.

"I didn't really think about how much time I'd spend wet and waiting," she thought. "If Santa doesn't show up soon, I might-"

"Ho, ho, ho!"

The deep, throaty, full laugh interrupted her thoughts and brought her back to the pine needles under her naked body, the warm darkness of her blindfold, and the sound of an icicle giving way to crash into the hard snow outside the living room window.

Her body stiffened and she felt as if all the ropes on her wrists and ankles had flown to her chest, making it harder for her to breathe with each second that ticked along. The scent of gingerbread, peppermint, and friendly hearths filled her nostrils. The floorboards creaked and wet leather squeaked as heavy footsteps walked closer to her nude and vulnerable body.

She felt two gloved hands slip under her body, roll her onto strong arms, and then she was lifted from under the tree. A few pine needles fell from her sweat-covered body and disappeared into the darkness. His chest was powerful yet also somehow soft and cozy. She snuggled against him as he carried her for a few seconds.

He lowered her slowly, draping her face-down on the couch, the leather cushion cold against her face, with her knees on the floor. Despite the blindfold still being firmly in place, she knew he was standing behind her, looking over her waxed and naked ass, her smooth and wet pussy, and the rest of her young body.

"Am... Am I a good present... Santa?"

She felt a long, soft beard brush her upper back and shoulders, then felt hot breath next to her ear. The scent of gingerbread and peppermint grew stronger. Then a whisper seemed to crawl up and down her spine, as if she felt his words more than heard them.

She tried to hold onto the words so she could tell her sisters and mother in the morning but they slipped out of her mind as fast as she could sense them. However, she knew, more than she'd ever known anything, that Santa was pleased with her; with her body as his present. She also knew he wanted her to stay quiet so no one else would wake before he'd played with her and left their presents under the tree.

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