This is a not so short story I wrote today just for Christmas eve as a gift to all you lovely ladies alone at the houses this weekend. Yes it's not a GP or even R rated story, but I hope you enjoy it all the same.
A friend of mine related these ''facts" to me regarding a little know aspect of the Santa Syndrome at Christmas. I felt inclined to share it with you on this Christmas Eve.
Part 1
Naughty Santa
Many people don’t know this but Santa Claus is actually real. Obviously it seems implausible that he can be in so many places at the same time, but there’s actually a very good explanation for that. You see the persona of “Santa Claus” is actually filled by many individuals all working for the common cause. It’s been this way throughout history. Each of these magically endowed men has sacrificed to create Christmas miracles for boys and girls and have done so for ages. And while they are all based out of the North Pole, each “Santa” has his own territory and there are even those Santa’s that have “specialties.”
The most common Santa’s are the ones that work with the magical elves making and distributing toys each years. There’s another division of Santa’s that handle Christmas Miracles, and there’s even Santa’s that try to deal with “the naughty.” The latter Santa’s tend to be very low key and not well discussed. However many a lore has to do with Santa visiting a strip club, or swingers club or even a brothel bringing Christmas cheer to those other’s would consider…naughty.
The “Naught Santa’s” as we call them have realized that while certain people are looked down on by polite society, they provide comfort, satisfaction and fulfillment to many a weary traveler, frustrated with normal life and simply looking for something to make their life a little more exciting. To that end the Naughty Santa’s work with special elves called pervelves. They make and find wonderful things to reward those that provide sexual comfort to others throughout the year, and then spend their holiday time doing that, instead of taking Christmas vacations or seeing relatives.
Pervelves are an interesting lot as they first off don’t wear green, they usually wear pink. Oddly enough they all seem to be “well endowed” both male and female, probably because they love to try out the toys they make before it gets loaded on a special sleigh on Christmas Eve. Not to worry though, the department of pervelve quality control sees to it that each and every item is sanitized, cleaned and packaged before it’s sent out to go under the Christmas tree.
Oddly enough, the Naughty Santa gig is one that is fiercely sought out and coveted by other Santa’s. (Side note: Those Santa’s that aren’t actively trying to get the Naughty Santa gig are often times investigated to make sure they aren’t in the local sex offenders database or on the NAMBLA membership roles. This is just to protect children around the world.) There are some really prime assignments for Naughty Santa’s. There’s the Naughty Santa in charge of Amsterdam. The London Naughty Santa, who incidentally seems to specialize in naughty school girl outfits, and headmasters paddles, go figure. There is of course the San Francisco Santa who can be indentified because he usually is dressed in pink rather than red. There’s the porn star Santa, and the various regional stripper Santa’s. And of course there is a special Naughty Santa dedicated specifically for Nevada. Since he specializes in sex workers in Nevada, primarily at the legal brothels, he’s attained the name Ranch Santa. Ranch Santa wears a blue Christmas suit with white fur. As with all Santa’s he’s jolly, a little rotund but does not generally have a beard or mustache.
A few years ago “Ranch Santa” was preparing to make his Christmas rounds, spreading Christmas joy as well as a whole lot of vibrators, lube, condoms, anal beads, sexy lingerie, and the like to the dedicated working ladies of Nevada. The preparation for Naughty Santa’s can be a bit rough as they generally don’t get letters from the ladies like regular Santa’s do from kids. As such they have to rely on word of mouth, and carefully placed “secret Santa’s” that report what the girls would like. As of late the internet has offered many clues for Naughty Santa’s since they can follow message boards and forums where the ladies go and post. Anyway, Ranch Santa was going over his lists and figuring out who should get what. As with regular Santa’s there are people on the list that have been very good at what they do, and there are a few the just plain suck, and I don’t mean in a good way. So as Ranch Santa was going down the list and marking what lady would get what, he noticed the name of one in particular working girl that worked at one of the Ranches. Her name was Misty and she had been one of the best loved prostitutes any ranch had seen in years. Clients raved about her on all the internet boards, and customers wrote reviews thanking her and telling just how wonderful she was. She was by all accounts the stereotypical working girl with a heart of gold. Ranch Santa was very familiar with Misty. He’d seen her picture many times and read all her reviews. What’s more he had a file cabinet of contact reports from all the secret Santa’s and they all said the same thing. Misty was the sweetest, most giving, most passionate, and most sexually satisfying working girl any of them had ever encountered.
It occurred to Ranch Santa that he really needed to do something special for Misty this year. In years passed he’d left her gift certificates to Victoria’s Secret, baskets of massage oil and a couple pretty killer vibrators. But that seemed pretty mild considering that she was always on the top of the Nice Naughty Girl List. It certainly seemed to Ranch Santa that he needed to do something special. With that he picked up the special blue phone in his office on the South Side of the North Pole and gave a call to one of his best secret Santa’s. “Hey there Manny, I need some info and it’s a rush job since Christmas is coming down in a few days.” Manny was one of Ranch Santa’s best sources of information, he participated in all the boards, went to many of the events sponsored by the houses, knew most of the ladies and they knew him, even though they didn’t know he was Ranch Santa’s “ear.”
“What cha need RS?”
“Well” Ranch Santa Replid, “What can you tell me about Misty, you know the girl at the XXXXXXX Ranch?”
“Misty? She’s the best of the best RS. I’ve actually partied with her many times. What do you need to know?”
Ranch Santa replied, “Anything you can tell me Manny. I think I need to do something special for her this year, but I don’t have a clue what she wants. You know we really should start getting these girls into the letter writing thing or start a internet email deal for Christmas requests.”
“Well, that’s not a bad idea RS, but here’s what I can tell you. Misty is about 5’ 8” tall, 130 lbs. She has a great rack, 36 D’s I think, and they are real. In fact she has some of the most gorgeous pink nipples you’ll ever see. They get hard with the lightest touch.” Manny was smiling as he remembered her. “She’s got a firm trim ass, she’s not too skinny but she’s by no means fat. I think she looks like a movie star. Blonde hair that’s feathered back, the cutest little nose you ever saw, brilliantly blue eyes, and her mouth…damn it makes my dick hard just thinking about it. Misty may well give the best blow job in the universe and yes I’m including that alien bitches out at Area 51 that has two mouths and an extra set of breasts.”
Ranch Santa was listening intently, and he couldn’t help but notice his dick was getting really hard with the description. “Go on Manny” he said anxiously.
“Well there’s really nothing she isn’t into. Straight sex, oral, Greek, Russian. She’s a switch so if you’re into being dominated, or if you want to dominate her she does the sub thing great, she’s insatiable. Her legs are so god damned awesome it’s like she can wrap them around you twice. She’s shaven clean and I have to say, I think she has the best tasting pussy in the known civilized world. Frankly I could eat her out for days and never get tired of it.”
Ranch Santa was breathing heard behind his desk and he was really starting to feel the pressure of Manny’s description of Misty. He told Manny to hold on for a second and reached over to the intercom on his desk, “Please send in pervelf Tamela please and tell her NOT to bring in a steno pad.
“Go on Manny” Ranch Santa said.
“Ok RS, well, she’s got a really tight pussy too. I mean tight. Last time I saw her I had to use half a bottle of Wet just to get into her. But once I did it was like my cock was in a molten fire. She loosened and then squeezed down on me so hard I almost thought I was in her asshole. It was so tight I couldn’t last more than a few minutes without taking a break. Just as soon as I did, she’d jump up on me and start sucking me again, with that delicious pussy stuck right in my face. She’d suck and suck on me, and then she’d wrap her hand around my cock and pump it right by her face and tell me how much she wanted to see me cum. It felt unbelievable even with the condom on. Then she’d flip around a stick it back in her tight pussy. She was on top of me and she pushed down forcing it into her. Once she had it completely in her she started going up and down, up and down on my cock, but not enough to let me come. She kept telling me how she wanted me to come all over her tits and face.”
Pervelf Tamela was a perky dirty blonde with big titls that had something of a reputation among the other pervelves and the Naughty Santa’s. It can get really frustrating partaking in all the sexual adult goodies that go out on Christmas and sometimes everyone needed somebody to help relieve the frustration.
“You called?” inquired pervelf Tamela as she entered the door.
“Hold on Manny, I’m putting you on the speaker phone.” said Naughty Santa.
“Oh god, you’re bringing in Tamela again aren’t you RS.” Manny laughed.
Manny apparently knew Ranch Santa pretty well.
“Hi Manny!” Tamela said in a loud voice at the speaker phone.
“You know the drill Tam; Manny, please continue.” said Ranch Santa in distracted voice.
“OK, where was I…Oh yeah Misty, right. Well there she was on top of me pumping away, her pussy virtually tugging at every inch of my cock. The she stopped in place, pulled her knees up and starting turning herself around on my cock like she was a record on a turntable. She was so fluid in it she started moving faster and faster and faster. I started screaming that I was going to come, and then she jumped off of me, grabbed my cock and peeled the condom off.”
As Manny was relating the incident with Misty, pervelf Tamela opened her blouse revealing he own ample tits which easily 38 Ds. She smiled then dropped down between Ranch Santa’s legs, reached up unbuttoning his pants to pull out his cock. One of the benefits of the Naughty Santa gig, and the Ranch Santa job in particular, is that once your accepted you are magically given an endowment of controlling just how big and long your cock can get. It’s a nice perk of the job although there’s been a couple “ex Naughty Santa’s” that exploited that in adult films making a name for themselves doing monster dick videos.
“How big do you want it Tam?” Ranch Santa whispered as Manny was talking on the phone.”
“You know me.” She replied with a smile.
And at that pervelf Tamela dived onto Ranch Santa’s cock and started sucking him off with an unbelievable blow job. Grabbing him with her right hand she pretended his cock was a candy care and started licking it from head to base, swirling around the shaft like she was drawing the strips on his dick. Truth is, pervelves are able to do this on special candy canes since their tongues have been specially and magically modified to leave colored strips on any shaft they lick.
Manny continued, “So here I am about to explode and she pulls the condom off. I thought she was going to suck it but instead she poured a handful of lube that she had warming above a candle all over it, then she positioned herself over me and started fucking me with her tits. Misty’s tits are unbelievable. I’ve felt pussies that weren’t as good as her tit fuck. She started by holding those big assed tits together and stroking me with them. It was mind blowing. Then she grabbed each one and started moving them over my cock in a see-saw motion. It was like she was rubbing her tits together with my cock in the center. I couldn’t take it anymore and I blew a load all over her chin. She pulled up and took the rest of it all over her tits and stomach. I sat up for just a second looking down at her covered in my cum and was was just smiling and giggling about how hot that made her”
Pervelf Tamela was hearing this too and while she was quite the accomplished cock sucker herself, as well as amply able to do a tit job, she was getting just as horny as Ranch Santa.
“Make it really big!!!” she whispered.
At that she pulled back from the blow job and hopped up on Ranch Santa’s desk. Lists and papers flew from the desk as her ass hit the side with her legs spread wide. “Do me Santa, Do me now!!!” she Screamed. At that Ranch Santa took a breath, willed his dick to a size of about 12 inches and slammed it into pervelf Tamela. Tam was a screamer, and Manny was getting his nut knowing that Ranch Santa was banging the hottest pervelf at the North Pole.
“FUCK me Santa, FUCK ME!” she continued to yell as Ranch Santa’s huge cock plowed into her. It didn’t last long and soon Tam was screaming to a huge orgasm almost seizing under the ministrations of Ranch Santa. He wasn’t fairing any better as he began to spasm and yelled “Here It Comes!!!”
With that he flooded Tams pussy with his cum. It seemed like it was coming out by the gallon. He kept the rhythm, stroking his cock in and out of Tam with his hot cum virtually spraying out from around his cock out of her pussy. Ranch Santa was finishing. Tam’s orgasm was also playing out as Ranch Santa pulled out of her. Pervelf Tam giggled as she caught her breath and reached down to scoop out some of Ranch Santa’s cum on her fingers. It was actually a very light pink.
“Peppermint?” Tam said as she placed the cum coated finger in her mouth.
Ranch Santa just nodded his head and smiled. You see, not only can Naughty Santa’s control the size of their dicks, they can also choose what flavor to make their’ cum.
Tamela straightened herself and asked if there was anything else Ranch Santa needed. He told her no and that it was ok for her to go back to work.
She smiled and kissed him before walking out the door. “I think there’s a new pervelf with the Amsterdam Santa. I think I’ll go break him in.” she said as she closed the door behind her.
“Are you still there Manny” he asked as he looked at the speaker phone.
“Yep, sounded like you were having fun RS.” Manny replied.
“We still don’t have a line on what to get for Misty. You got any ideas Manny.” RS asked.
“Tell you what. I’ll run out there tonight and make some discrete inquires. Then I’ll text you with what I find out. That still gives you a day or two to get it together. Will that work?”
Ranch Santa said it would and thanked Manny, telling he would be waiting for his text. Then he hung up the phone.
Ranch Santa grew very disappointed when he got the text from Manny. He followed it up with a call only to find that Manny had completely struck out.
“I talked to the managers, other girls that like her, and even to Misty herself and there just doesn’t seem to be anything she really wants other than to do her job making others feel good and special.” Manny said apologetically. “We talked and talked and she certainly has the Christmas spirit. She was making the standard jokes about taking a ride in Santa’s sleigh, feeding the reindeers and showing Santa just how naughty and nice she could be, but as for anything for herself, I got a complete zero. I’m sorry RS, I think I kind of let you down on this one.” Manny said apologetically.
Ranch Santa thanked him anyway and began to ponder what he should do. He just didn’t feel he could not reward Misty, after all she was the nicestest naughty girl on his list. Her selfless attitude made it even more apparent that she needed to have something special, but what. About this time pervelf Tamela stepped into RS’s office. “how goes it baby, you all set for your rounds tomorrow night?” she cooed seductively.
“Kind of have a problem Tam. It’s the Misty thing, you remember.” As he told her about Manny striking out. “You got any ideas?”
All of a sudden a wickedly mischievous look fell over Tam’s face. “Maybe RS. Let me run this by you and see what you think.” She said as she closed the door to his office. Ranch Santa wondered what she was up to, but he knew from past experience it would be outrageous, and probably work so he sat down with pervelf Tamela and listened to her play.
Christmas Eve had finally arrived and Ranch Santa had all of his arrangements made. He’d made provisions for additional in air reloads for all the gifts he’d have to deliver, especially since he was going to be short on room in the sleigh this time. He’d filed his flight plan with the International Santa Control, had the pervelf’s loading not only the sleigh but the specially configured C-130 Hercules he’d use to refill as he went. And of course he’d squared away the reindeer. Ranch Santa had his own reindeer. Unlike Dasher, Prancer, Dancer, Vixen, Comet, Cupid, Donner, Blitzon and Rudolph clones, which in general most other Santa’s utilize, Naughty Santa’s were allowed to use reindeer of their own choosing. Ranch Santa had his own special set. Pervert, Playtime, Dildo, Boobjob, Nipple Ring, Teddy, Lace and Fuzzy Cuffs where his reindeer. And they were lead not by another reindeer but by an Andalusian Unicorn named Lady Gaga. Like Rudolf, Lady Gaga served to light the way be means of her magical unicorn horn which worked like a spotlight through the cold Christmas night. Like all unicorns, Lady G could be a bit ill tempered sometimes, however its commonly known that angry unicorns can be calmed by the site of a womans breasts, so Ranch Santa always kept a copy of the latest centerfold in the sleigh, just in case.
Ranch Santa’s sleigh was going to be a bit crowded this year becase as part of the plan he was taking a passenger, pervelf Tamela. The plan was to deliver all the presents for the nice naughty ladies around Nevada and make the ranch where Misty was the last stop on the trip. Ranch Santa was hoping to set a record time in this trip because he knew he’d need some extra time on his last stop. So as the sun was setting at the South Side of the North Pole, Ranch Santa and Pervelf Tamela boarded the sleigh, got warm and snuggled under the blankets and took off for their latest Christmas adventure.
