Christmas may come but once a year but I and my research partner came many more times than that when we enacted our festive role play. The scenario was this; he played a frazzled, tired and frustrated Santa Claus, exhausted organising and wrapping presents for all the children, big and small around the world. I, on the other hand, played Miss Santa Claus, his eager, happy and hopefully sexy little helper whose job it was to look after Santa and to put a smile back on his face.
Dressed in my red transparent Miss Santa outfit compete with knee high patent leather boots the phone rang. It was my research partner calling as he always does of late, in the middle of the night. I had waited up for him, aware that it wouldn’t be difficult for him to play a stressed out Santa as his job is hectic and complicated at the moment. His voice sounded tired down the phone line as he got into character and bemoaned the stresses of being Mr Claus, as he said he just had far too much to do, too little time to do it all in and could I please help him to unwind. As Santa’s sexy little helper I began to help him do just that, asking him to slip off his clothes, switch the TV channel to Babe station, light some candles and lie naked on his bed. As he lay bare in his softly lit bedroom, warm from his heater I requested that he take some massage oil and rub it into his thighs, to press his fingers deep into his flesh and begin to ease the tensions in his tight aching muscles. As he rubbed away I encouraged him to focus only on massaging his thighs and the sound of my voice, forgetting everything else, passing the time chatting away, giggling and deciding which Babestation girls we liked best. By this point he was beginning to sound better already.
As the discomfort eased in my research partner’s thighs and his muscles relaxed I instructed ‘Santa’ to carry on massaging his body with sweet smelling oil. I asked him to run his fingertips to his balls, cupping and massaging them and as he did so he informed me playfully that they were full and heavy. He went on to state that he needed a really long phone sex session, ‘ a real session’ as he put it to satisfy his physical needs. Being Santa sexy little helper I said I would do my very best to help, I giggled as I spoke these words, my own aching wet bare pussy testament to my own needs and desire for good long hard phone fuck. As my pussy got wetter and wetter with my own sweet cunt juice I took my own pot of massage oil, a blend of Jasmine and Patchouli and poured some on my fingertips which I then placed on my hot swollen clit. I rubbed it side to side with the oil and ‘Santa’ did the same with his balls, massaging away as his cock grew hard and eager for play, his hard huge cock now showing off his new silver piercing.
As I played with my swollen sensitive clit I instructed ‘Santa’ to move his hands lower to his arse, to massage his oil into his cheeks, to really squeeze and press down at his flesh. As he moaned I encouraged him to take his new toy, a rabbit just like mine that he got because he had heard with his own ears just how much I have enjoyed this toy, and place it against his arse and let the ears of this toy vibrate against his arse. When he did this he groaned, a deep guttural moan that seemed to come from the very pit of his stomach, a sound that turned me on so much when I heard it down the phone line that I squirted instantly and felt sweet sticky cunt juice run down the length of my fingertips. I began to groan myself, hard and deep, when I next took my rabbit and placed its vibrating ears against my clit. The speed and intensity of the ears vibrating against my hard clit tipping me closer still to orgasm.
With both of us highly turned on soon I was asking ‘Santa’ to imagine what it would be like to have Miss Santa Claus’s mouth wrapped around his cock. To pretend that her long hair was tickling his stomach as she first licked and sucked on his balls, then licked his hard cock up and down until eventually took his whole cock deep inside her mouth and sucked long and hard. As he imagined this he wanted me to play a game of pretend too, to think about having ‘Santa’s’ fingers running up and down my body, finger tips on my pert tits and then down to my stomach soon making their way lower still until they tickled my thighs, finding their path to my red knickers and touching my clit through the material, fingertips getting wet with the mix of sweet cunt juice and sweet oil. These fantasies along with the steadfast rhythm of my toy continued to make me moan hard, I was desperate to slam my toy deep inside my pussy, to push it inside and feel my cunt filled and scream as I pushed it back and forth. As much as I wanted to do this ‘Santa’ insisted that I wait for that particular present, to play with my hot burning clit some more so when I did eventually cum it was loud and powerful. Loud being the key word in that sentence because it is how loud I am that really gets my research partner off. The louder I am the more he calls me a ‘filthy bitch’ and he loves me being that way. I, for one, also like how loud he is, he really loves what we get up to and he shows it which adds to how turned on I get.
I was a good girl and did as ‘Santa’ asked, taking my rabbit and placing it against my clit a while longer until I could no longer stand it and pleaded to be allowed to push it inside my cunt. After some time ‘Santa’ relented and let me fuck myself hard with my toy deep inside my tight dripping pussy. It was exquisite, all the better for being made to wait. With one hand I slammed the toy deep inside me and with the other hand I rubbed my hard swollen clit. I was screaming with pleasure, moaning hard and loud as I fucked myself forcefully, intent on cuming hard, encouraged by my research partner’s cries of pleasure that I heard down the phone line. I’ve been a good girl I told ‘Santa’ and ‘Santa’ agreed, asking if I liked my present. I screamed as I came and told my research partner I couldn’t think of a better present. ‘Santa’ said he could, that and even better present would be the pair of us coming many times over. So that’s what we did, fucked until the darkness of the night broke and I could see glimmers of light from my bedroom window. Merry Christmas everyone, I hope you are having a festive period that is as naughty and nice as the one I am having.
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