The Devil Wants More

by Sarah Westerly

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  Tony became more desperate to see Nicky as the days of December began to pass. His obsession with Nicky became very evident and worrisome to Sam. He would try to slip questions into conversation as casually as he could. It had preoccupied his mind so much, he didn’t always choose his timing as well as he should have.

  Tony once asked about Nicky as he was literally inside of Samantha. She was on her back, pale, white legs spread far as her wet pussy accommodated Tony’s girthy cock. She kept her socks on because of the winter’s cold but nothing else. Her bongos were out in the air, quivering with each thrust. Her pretty pink nipples twerked by her own hands. She was in the zone, pushing her pussy into Tony’s cock to fill her up and stretch her out.

  “So this Santa thing...it’s not a put on?” All the momentum being created by this sweaty and dirty fuckfest was now lost because of Tony’s stupid question.

  “Seriously?” Samantha was annoyed to say the least. Tony pushed forward, not meaning to put a stop to things but Sam pulled back, leaving Tony’s slick, shiny wet cock out in the open with nowhere to go. He tried re-entry again but was stopped by the feminine hand blocking her glistening pussy lips.

  “What?” Tony didn’t see a problem with his question.

  “Are you kidding? You’re constantly asking me about Nicky and you even have the nerve to bring her up now?” Sam was mad but still lay in front of Tony with her legs spread and tits out, her pussy still moist and hungry. Although small, there was a chance for the man to redeem himself and his stupidity, to pick up where they left off.

  But he blew it.

  “Sorry, I...” Tony had nothing more to say but let his words trail off as though he did. Sam hastily searched for her panties and located the flowery bikini briefs on the floor by the bed. She checked to see the tag’s location and inserted one leg at a time before lifting her entire pelvis off of the bed in order to get the undies pulled up into place.

  “She’s weird, I get it. The ‘believing in Santa thing’ is her own thing, I don’t judge or try and pressure her to change it. It’s who she is and I leave it at that’.” Sam was now putting her burgundy colored bra back onto her body, securing the hooks while they rested on her stomach before giving it a 180 degree turn and pulling it up over her swaying and jiggling jugs as she spoke.

  “But is she pulling your leg? I mean, c’mon, there’s no way she still believes in Santa. She’s not a child anymore for crissakes! Before long she’ll be in her 30’s!”

  Sam had pulled on her pants and top as Tony spoke. She got up from the bed trying to locate any other of her belongings. “Listen, I’m leaving tonight to go out of town for the holidays. You think you can drop this shit before I get back? I don’t want to talk about it again.” She grabbed her bag and brought it over her shoulder. Tony got up from the bed (still naked as a jaybird, still harder than chinese math).

  “Yeah. Yes. I’m sorry.” Tony tried to embrace Sam, she shrugged him off. “When are you coming back again?”

  “I’ll be back after New Year’s. Please, no more Santa talk when I get back.” She stood on her tippy toes and kissed him on the lips before disappearing into the hallway. Tony looked at his calendar. December 10th. He had 2 weeks to find out just how far Nicky’s Santa obsession went.

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  Even though Samantha was out of town, Tony found many reasons to pass by her and Nicky’s apartment building throughout his day. At first, he walked briskly by the building’s front door, but after numerous visits without running into Nicky, he began to linger. One such evening, while dragging his feet by the entrance, he finally saw Nicky.

  Nicky looked great. She came bouncing down the steps, layered up top but less so down below. A scarf, jacket and who knows how many other layers covered her torso but her lower half was wrapped only in a short skirt and black sheer leggings. While she must be cold, maybe it was worth it to get the attention of all men she passed.

  As she turned to secure the building’s door, Tony approached. “Nicky?” She was surprised to see him but greeted him with a warm smile.

  “Tony what are you doing here? You know Sam went to her parents’ house right?”

  “Oh yeah, yeah. I was just headed in this direction. Are you getting ready for the holidays?”

  Nicky smiled the widest smile Tony had ever seen. She loved Christmas.

  “You mean Christmas?! I’m going to visit my family upstate for Christmas dinner but I have to be sure to be here Christmas morning. This is the address I gave Santa!”

  Tony’s eyes grew, amazed at either her commitment to the joke or the naivety of a grown adult. He still wasn’t sure what it was.

  “Have you ever met Santa?” Tony’s questions needed answers.

  “Nope, just the fake ones at the mall. I try so hard to stay awake on Christmas Eve but I always end up falling asleep before he comes.”

  “I usually fall asleep after I come,” those words just fell out of Tony’s mouth. He was greeted by a confused look on Nicky’s face. “Ok well I should really get going, I have more shopping to do!” Nicky smiled and waved at Tony even though he was only a few feet from her. Tony waved back and she was on her way. He continued to watch her as she walked away. Her legs seemed to go on forever, the seam running up the back of her leg disappearing beneath the pressed black skirt. Tony would do anything to follow that line all the way up.

  Continuing to walk and daydream about Nicky, Tony passed a man dressed as Santa (one of the “fake ones”) standing on the sidewalk and ringing a bell. Tony backtracked in order to be directly in front of this man.

  “Excuse me. Where did you get this suit?” Tony reached out and felt the man’s costume as he spoke.

  “There’s a store two blocks up on 14th st. that rents them,” the man told Tony while turning himself away from this crazy person accosting him on the street.

  “Thank you kindly!” Before turning to leave, Tony threw some spare change found in his pocket into the man’s bucket.

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  Tony excitedly bounced around his apartment. Today was a special day. Stopping at his calendar, there were a row of “X’s” through the days of December leading up to the 24th. He pulled out a red marker and circled today’s date, the 24th, a few times. It was Christmas Eve. Checking his watch, the time read 11:00pm. He had better get moving.

  Wearing a full Santa costume on the street might get you some weird looks but walking around on Christmas Eve, nobody bats an eye. Tony had the most extensive Santa costume the store offered, he look like he just stepped off of a Christmas card. He also carried a burlap sack that carried gift wrapped empty boxes and one special one that had a strategically placed hole cut out.

  Tony casually strode down Nicky’s block; not like she would recognize him if they happened to pass each other, it would just make his planned introduction a little more curious. In an attempt to do some recon, Tony looked up to her apartment’s living room window which faced the street. He could see that the light was on so he would have to wait. A 24-hour diner across the street allowed him to continue to keep an eye on the window.

  Sitting in a booth at the front of the diner (he had a choice of seats, the place was essentially empty on this Christmas Eve), Tony stared up at the window, waiting for the light to go out. His fear now was that she was going to stay up all night and wait for Santa. How many times had she probably done that in previous years? Tony kept vigil, praying that the light would go out.

  Finally, it did.

  Tony stood up from the booth, grabbed his sack, and headed out towards Nicky’s house. Arriving at the building’s buzzer box, he pressed all of the buttons, alerting anybody that was in their apartments. He heard “hello?” from a few people and eventually the sound he was waiting for, the familiar ‘buzz’ of somebody bypassing security to let a stranger in off of the street. He felt like James Bond, in full costume easily bypassing locked doors. Badass.

  Riding the elevator up to the 8th floor, he knew
exactly where he was headed, apartment 8B. Sam had clued him into where they kept a spare key and feeling around above the door, was relieved to find that it was still there. Placing it in the lock, Tony turned it as quietly as possible and returned the key to its previous spot before slowly opening the door.

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  The entryway of the apartment was mostly dark, lightly illuminated by the far off lights of the Christmas tree in the living room. Lucky for Tony, he knew the layout of the apartment pretty well. He made his way towards the tree, like the wise men following the North Star.

  He was surprised to find the living room empty. The way this fantasy had played out in his head, Nicky was asleep on the couch and ready to do anything to make Santa happy. But she was nowhere to be found. Time to make some noise.

  It’s a little difficult to make noise in an apartment kept so meticulously clean. Looking around, he found a few remotes, some books and dropped them on the floor, causing a slight noise. He bumped the coffee table, the legs vibrating across the floor. If she was here, she had to have heard him.

  But nothing. He hadn’t heard her stirring or anything. He turned to the tree to see if there was anything there that could help his cause. As he was on his knees searching under the tree, he paused. Someone was looking at him. Knowing this could be it, without turning around to face this pair of curious eyes, he brought himself to a standing position. Very carefully and slowly, he turned to meet his new friend. Nicky hid in the doorway.

  “S...S...Santa?” Nicky hid in the doorway, her head jutting out just a tiny bit into the living room. Her eyes were as big as saucers.

  “Ho Ho Ho!” Tony bellowed with a large grin.

  “Santa you came!” she emerged from her spot with her own large grin. She was in very skimpy pjs, weird considering it was winter. A small top with thin straps there to keep her bra-less breasts from pushing the shirt off of her body. Little, tiny, practically see-thru shorts that hugged her body perfectly.

  “Oh wait!” she ran out down the hall before Santa Tony could figure out where she was going. She soon returned with a plate of cookies and a glass of milk and presented them to him.

  He had his eyes fixated on the plate. Nicky had the dessert display located directly under her two beautiful milkmakers. Those sweet tits were being supported by the plate. What exactly was he being offered here?

  “How kind of you dear Nicky,” Santa Tony said as he reached to grab a big, round cookie that had caught his eye. Nicky stood proudly waiting, licking her lips in anticipation at finally putting something in her Santa’s mouth. Tony acted the part of a jolly fat man who lived in the cold and let his hand become arthritic and less than controlled. His depth perception was poor and he actually reached out and pawed her pert breast! “Oh my,” was all he was able to say, pretending to be embarrassed and hiding his diabolical intentions. But one thing he didn’t do was remove his hand!

  “Santa!” Nicky bashfully chastised her visitor but she didn’t remove his hand either! Well, the man was on a mission after all. Why beat around her neatly trimmed bush? Tony opened his hand and palmed her whole tit, feeling a very hard nipple under his hand. “Oooh, Santa,” she cooed. Forgetting the cookie, he brought up his other hand to envelop the other mammary, cupping both in his hands as she stood with a plate of cookies and a glass of milk in her hand.

  Her breasts felt amazing. They were soft and full, no sagging and hanging high on display on her chest. Tony kneaded them with his hands, feeling her nipples getting even harder.

  “I’ve been waiting for you to come forever,” she said as her eyes closed and her head fell back.

  “You won’t have to wait much longer,” Tony said as he grasped her jugs with firmer hands, something she clearly enjoyed. Enjoyed so much she dropped the plate of cookies.

  “Oh no!” Nicky snapped back into the moment and rushed to the floor to pick up her mess of cookies and broken plate. Tony got low to help her.

  “I’m so sorry Santa. My gift for you is ruined!”

  “Now, now Nicky. It was a very nice gesture and Christmas isn’t over yet!” Tony grabbed one of the dropped cookies and bit into it.

  “I’m going to try and think of another gift. While I do, did you bring me any presents?” she said as she looked over at his sack.

  Tony turned to his sack which he had left by her Christmas tree. “Ok, but you have to turn around and close your eyes.”

  When she complied, Tony found his bag and fished his special gift out of the sack. Finding the box with the hole cut out, he very casually removed his hot rod from his zipper and placed it in the hole, bringing the box close to his body.

  “Ok, turn around,” he instructed and she obeyed. Looking at the box with a questionable look, she approached apprehensively. When she removed the box’s top, Tony stopped her. “Don’t look, just put your hand in and tell me what you feel.”

  Nicky was game to play along. Looking away, she plunged her hand inside. It didn’t take long for her to realize what her present was. She grasped Tony’s rock hard cock with her hand, giving a playful squeeze and not letting go.

  “Santa, just what I wanted,” she said with a wry smile while stroking her new gift. “Can I look?”

  “Not yet dear, you’re doing a good job warming up your new toy,” Tony was clearly enjoying the dedicated handjob he was receiving as his own gift. He wrapped his hand around Nicky’s side, that sweet spot above her warm, feminine cushion and below her ribs. Her stroking intensified and put Tony in the orgasmic state Nicky had been in just moments before.

  “So what else did you bring in that little sack of yours?” her stroking continued though she was focused on the burlap bag across the room.

  “Let’s sit down and I’ll show you.” The two of them sat on the couch, Nicky sadly removing her hand from her first “present” though Tony kept the box attached to his lap. She had done such a good job of getting him hard, removing it would be impossible at this point. His cock had swelled to fill the little hole.

  Fishing through the burlap sack and knowing there were only empty boxes in there, Tony knew he had to get creative. “Ok, I’ll give you a clue. I got you a brand new shirt.”

  “Ooh, a new shirt!” she clapped her hands lightly as she anticipated some new clothes.

  Santa Tony fished around in the bag, buying time as she waited. “You’re gonna love it. You should take your top off now so you can put it on once I give it to you!”

  Wasting no time with questions, Nicky crossed her arms and brought her skimpy top up, over her head. As the fabric released her breasts, they dropped slightly before bouncing back into place. Her pink areolas perfectly round and symmetrical. Her tits sloped downward before turning back upwards as it reached the summit. Shaped like bananas or a ski jump, people spend thousands of dollars hoping to have milkers like these. She was blessed.

  “This is odd. I’m not sure where it could be.” He kept feeling around the bag, buying time while staring at the most perfect hooters he had ever laid eyes on.

  “Well what else is in there?” if she was annoyed it didn’t show. She seemed to be enjoying this.

  “Hmmm, I know I also brought you some new shorts.”

  She smiled again, clapped lightly and stood up from the couch. Without having to be asked, she pulled down her shorts. They fell to the floor and she stepped out of one side then using a hand to remove the other side from her ankle. Staring Tony in the face was a modest and neatly trimmed, light brown bush. He stared directly into it and took in the pheromones sending his brain into overdrive. Her pussy lips looked shy like her and he fought all urges to reach out and pet her flower.

  Still continuing the ruse of looking for her presents, he fished around the bag, in up to his elbow. Nicky sat back down, patiently waiting while stark naked. She lay back on the couch, her perfect, pink pussy arching up towards Tony. “Anything yet?” she asked while bringing a hand down to help wake up her oft neglected clitoris. Casual at first and then a more pu
rposed motion. Lost in the show, Tony stayed back as not to disturb her little party.

  She inserted one of her own fingers into her moist honeypot, emitting a small noise indicating just how wet she actually was. She began pumping her pelvis into the air as she did this, thrusting into her finger and moaning with pleasure. Tony couldn’t stop watching and couldn’t wait to join in on the action.

  Abruptly Nicky stopped and sat up towards Tony. “How rude of me,” she said and reached out for the box resting on his lap. Without much care, she pulled the box towards her to free Tony’s stuck prick. Once liberated, she discarded the box on the floor and got to work undoing his large, novelty belt buckle. It took both of them but they were able to unfasten it. She unbuttoned his red velvet pants and brought them down to his black snowboots.

  “I didn’t mean to ignore the present you already gave me,” she said, leaning forward and bringing her plump lips to Santa Tony’s fat mushroom head. She pursed her lips together in a quick motion meant to present a moist orifice for his pleasure. Tony began to unbutton his red velvet jacket and she put her hand to his chest to stop him.