by Skye, J. C.
The man pulled the bag off Annie’s head and pulled her hair back. He gently clipped it to the back of her head. His hands made their way to her skirt’s zipper and pushed it down. The red skirt fell around her hips, and her bare ass was exposed in the thong she’d chosen. Annie could almost feel the smile break across the man’s face at the sight of her under garment choice. One hand pushed her chest forward onto the bed, while another hand pulled the skirt from her legs and threw it aside. She felt the clasp of her bra pop and heard the soft thud as it fell to the floor. Then he pushed her forward until her thighs were touching the bed and the top half of her body was stretched across it. He pushed her legs as far apart as they would, comfortably, go.
By this point, Annie knew without a shadow of a doubt that this man was, in fact, her beloved Max. However, she needed to see him, to confirm his identity. Max must have been reading her mind because he let her do exactly that by walking in front of her and showing off a riding crop. He wanted her to know it was him, to let her see what he was about to smack her with. Annie laid on the bed in the exact position and spot that Max had left her. He was pulling restraints he had strapped to the bottom bedposts out of their hiding spots. This is why he was not outside, she thought. He was setting all this up!
Max cuffed her right wrist before cuffing the left. She was on her knees and bent over the right side of the bed, which was her husband’s favorite place to sleep. On the right side of the bed, he was pulling a rope he had already tied to each of the posts out from underneath the mattress. Before he tied her legs, he removed her red thong exposing her flesh. He then tied the first rope around her left calf and pulled her leg so it spread as far apart from the other as it could go. Using another piece of rope, he did the same to the other leg. The rough, but caring, man she craved proved his devotion to her by putting pillows under both of her knees. He was about to use every part of her body, but he did not want to bruise her.
Annie was lying across her marital bed feeling hot and vulnerable and Max walked around the bed to the left side. Annie looked up at him, still bound and gagged as he began to remove his ridiculous uniform. He stared into Annie’s eyes without even blinking. His body was sculpted and hard and looked like a miniature statue of a god. His eyes were the deepest green and they showed his craving for her. By the time Max pulled his boxers off releasing his long, thick manhood; she was already wetter than a water park ride. Only he could do this to her, make her feel this way.
She had only shut her eyes for a split second, but when she reopened them, Max was gone from sight. She was straining to see behind her when she felt something welcome and familiar. WHOP! Max had struck her with the riding crop he’d shown her earlier. WHOP! Oh my…. Annie thought. He’d never hit her quite like that before, not that she was complaining. On the contrary, it was quite stimulating. WHOP! This time a little harder and it stung. Holy mother of… Annie screamed inside her head. What is he doing? She wondered, getting a little frightened that she had done something to upset him.
His thick, throbbing penis immediately filled her hot, wet flesh. She tightened around his thick shaft feeling every inch of him. Moaning, she bit on the gag as she writhed in pleasure. She felt delirious from the sheer pleasure he gave her. Annie almost thought she heard her husband’s voice in the distance and her mind wandered a bit. Max pushed himself deep inside her bringing her back to the present. She cried out but the ball gag muffled the sound of her scream. Annie’s tightness gripped Max, and he was having trouble keeping his pace as he thrust into her. As Max continued his pumping their pleasure built, taking them both to the edge…then…
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! Max and Annie were both startled and only paused for a second before resuming. Max made one last thrust, she felt herself lose control, and warm fluid gushed from her, coating his shaft. Simultaneously, they cried out, Max came inside her, and collapsed on top of her back with his cock still deep inside. Annie was helplessly sprawled across the bed with her fluid filling her to the brim and Max still swollen inside her. The noise they had both heard a few seconds ago, at the door, was like a distant bad memory.
BOOM! BOOM! CRASH! The bedroom door flew off its hinges and across the room. Santa Claus came bursting through the door shouting, “I knew it! I knew it!”
Naughty, Naughty!
Santa’s sleigh had run into some mechanical issues. He returned to the North Pole to repair it quickly, but when his wife and the elf he always suspected were nowhere to be found, he lost his mind and went looking for them. Unfortunately, the cabin was so small that it was an easy search. The sight before Santa was almost unbearable as he stood there, breathing quite heavily. His helper, Max, still had his candy stick inside his wife who was naked and bound to the bed. Chris stood in the doorway and shrieked at them both.
“I knew it,” Santa screeched. He took an unbalanced step towards them.
Annie felt Max exit her. She felt so empty without him inside of her. She also felt an overwhelming fear creep over her as she realized how helpless she was to help her love. Chris took another step forward, he looked like he still might lose his balance. Maybe he’s in shock, Annie thought, half-hoping he was. She was strapped down so that she couldn’t see what Max was doing behind her, but she hoped he was ready for this fat man to lunge at him. Sure enough, moments later that is what he did. All Annie saw was Chris take two big, wobbly steps and he was out of her view.
Annie was listening hard for any clue of the outcome. She prayed that Max was alright. When she heard no discernible sound, she began to struggle against her bonds. It was useless. Max knew what he was doing when it came to tying someone up. Now all she could do was hope that he knew what he was doing when it came to beating someone up. Who am I kidding? Chris is at least five times Max’s size. The thought had her struggling harder to get free. Annie had just given up tugging against the cuffs on her wrists, and out of nowhere she felt a sharp slap on her butt. She immediately felt that warm, tingling sensation run through her. That had to be Max’s touch, only he can do that to me, she thought.
Annie felt the ball gag strap loosen so she could spit it out. She quickly asked, “Max, is that you? What happened?”
Max walked into her range of view. He was short enough she could see him well at this angle. He was speechless, shaking his head, and shrugging his shoulders.
“Max, tell me,” Annie squealed, she could bare the suspense no longer. Now she was dying to know what had just happened. He apparently thought he would be able to say it himself because he began undoing the cuffs on her wrists. Oh this can’t be good, she thought. He walked back around behind her and untied both of her legs. It was an odd feeling she always felt when he freed her. It was, on one hand, she felt like she wanted him to keep her forever, on the other, she felt relief. She took a second to gain her composure enough to push herself off the bed. Then she took a few more seconds to work up the nerve to turn and see what Max couldn’t tell her.
The sight of the big man crumpled on the floor was almost too grotesque to look at. Then after letting her eyes adjust, she couldn’t tear them away. Her mouth dropped open as though she might speak but no sound came out. She wanted to ask if he was dead, but that seemed like a stupid question. Especially considering the angle in which his neck was twisted. The silence was beginning to grow awkward, so she broke it.
“What happened,” Annie asked not knowing what else to say.
“He tried to charge me. I jumped out of the way and he fell and hit his head,” Max told her, hardly believing it himself.
“He is dead, right?” Annie couldn’t help but ask.
Max looked at her a little funny, threw his arms in the air, and said, “I don’t know. He sure looks dead.”
“Did he finish delivering the presents,” she asked him genuinely concerned.
“Oh shit! I didn’t even think of that,” Max said. Now he too was worried. This was big and they had to do something.
“What are we going to do,” she asked him, tr
uly at a loss.
“I really only see one option,” he answered her.
“Which is?” Annie asked him, baffled by his calm disposition.
“I’ll dress up like him, get the lists, see where he left off, and finish the task,” Max stated. His eyes were bright and determined. She found herself wondering if this was something he’d dreamed of. He reacted so well and so quickly that he must have been, on some level, prepared for this scenario.
“Can you do that?” Annie asked, a little puzzled.
“If he could do it, I can do it,” he replied impatiently.
“I trust you,” she whispered. It was true too. She did trust him with her heart, body, and soul. This was her man and she was glad that he was the one who was okay.
He slapped her on the ass, gave it a firm squeeze, and said, “If you are a good girl and get all this cleaned up before I get back, we will make this room ours and I will give you five orgasms in a row.”
Annie bundled up to follow Max out to the sleigh. She really did want to see him off, and not just to make sure he didn’t crash. Deep down she knew he was right, and if Chris could do it so could he. She just wished him luck and gave him a kiss before his first takeoff. As she watched him flying off into the distance, she smiled to herself knowing that life was about to get very interesting, and fun. It occurred to her walking back inside that she had no clue what to do with her husband’s body and wished she’d asked Max before he left.
When Annie made it to the room, to her chagrin, the body was gone. The strangest part was that his clothes lay empty in the spot where he had been. Strangely they didn’t seem to be his size, they were noticeably smaller. Annie approached them cautiously. This doesn’t make any sense, she thought. Where did he go? As she got closer she saw that the embroidered initials no longer read C. C. but M. C. instead. Are those Max’s initials? She wondered, unable to wrap her mind around it. She decided to clean the room as Max had ordered, so she placed the smaller Santa suit carefully in the chair and got started. With the enormous body gone the task seemed a lot simpler.
When Life Feeds You Lemons, Make a New Santa
Life in the North Pole was happy and less stressful from then on. It had been a while since Max took over as Santa, and no one was complaining. The elves enjoyed their work and were more valued. Each of them noticed the way they were treated. As a matter of fact, they were so much happier that they never even asked what happened to Chris. Not only were the souls in the North Pole more content, the Naughty List had shrunk drastically since Max took over and the nice List was the longest any of them had ever seen it. The workload had increased greatly with so many more children receiving presents but the elves seemed to not notice. Their pace had increased with the workload as they happily made the toys.
Annie was practically glowing day to day. It was the blissful side-effect of having all her desires fulfilled on a nightly basis. Max no longer had to hold back or worry about being caught with her. It made him insatiable. Max really did fit the roll of Santa very well and everyone noticed it.
That Christmas Eve was three years since Max became Santa and Annie thought of making him a special dinner. He loved pasta, so she was making him fresh raviolis, her homemade tomato sauce, and garlic butter French toast. She was filling the raviolis with his favorites, a cheese mix and minced steak. This was one of her favorite things to do, cooking for her man. She loved the way he savored her food and also appreciated the way he was not gluttonous about it. His facial expressions over her food were one of a kind and she only ever saw them at dinner. That was the reason why she looked forward to dinnertime so much.
Max had been out delivering the presents for a few hours and he was due back any moment. He was a lot faster than Chris was, probably because he was a lot fitter and slimmer. She was almost done making the fresh raviolis, was very proud of her work and stood back to admire her handiwork. It wasn’t only Christmas she was celebrating, because this day was the anniversary of both their freedoms. When she finished prepping dinner, she put it in the icebox to wait for his return. It was all ready to make and would take only minutes to complete. Fresh pasta is delicate and she could not finish it until it was time to serve. Luckily she had plenty to do to pass the time.
She was very anxious because she was going to let Max try something they had never done before. He promised her she would enjoy it if she let herself, but she was not too sure. Admittedly, she had always liked everything else he did in that area, which was one of the only reasons she agreed. The main reason she was allowing him to do it was because she wanted to give herself to him completely. However, they both agreed that if she felt uncomfortable or in danger, she would use her safe-word. They had been in a sexual relationship for many years now and in that time Annie had used her safe word only twice and both times it was to prevent him from doing what she was going to let him do to her next.
It was settled. After dinner, she would let him use any crevices she had. Her ass had always been off limits for him before. She had let him use toys to stimulate orgasms or practice for the future, but she had never let him insert himself inside her there. She was afraid it would hurt and not in a good way. Though after years of never having this man lead her wrong, she felt it was time that she truly gave her body to him. Nothing turned her on more than the thought of being completely his to use anyway that gave him pleasure.
She passed the time by setting the room up the way Max had asked her to. The time seemed to have slowed down, which Annie assumed was due to her nervousness. She was heading to the living room after finishing in the bedroom when the sound of Max’s return sent her heart racing wildly. She ran to the kitchen to commence getting dinner ready for him. She was so anxious and did not know how else to occupy her mind. As she was pulling the raviolis out of the water and waiting for her sauce to finish re-heating Max came in.
“Honey, I’m home,” he called to her. He was accustomed to saying that. Annie just figured he thought it was funny.
“Dinner is almost ready, wash up and have a seat,” she called back to him. The elves had already eaten and gone to their rooms. Both Max and Annie liked the idea of having privacy for their ‘anniversary dinner’. When Max didn’t make his way to the kitchen Annie assumed he had done as she asked and sat at the table.
She knew she had been right when she entered the dining room carrying the two full serving dishes and saw him sitting at his place smiling and waiting. She sat the dishes on the table and went to sit in her seat. As she sat down she was taken aback to find a large diamond engagement ring sitting on her plate. With tears in her eyes, she looked up at Max questioningly.
“Annie, you give yourself to me and I give myself to you,” he told her with love in his eyes. “Will you marry me?”
The tears were ran down her face uncontrollably and she was nodding her head vigorously. “Yes, of course I will!” She answered, taking the ring and slipping it on her finger.
This was the happiest moment of both their lives. They would spend the rest of their lives pleasing one another and making Christmas a jolly holiday worldwide. Years past and Santa and his wife live happily for a very long, long time. However, that’s another story.
BREAKING THE RULES
Samantha Jacobs walked into the living room of her parents’ massive home. The house was abuzz with family members and she couldn’t wait to get back home and far away from them.
“Mom, what’s going on?” She asked after she saw her cousin carrying what looked to be like her suitcase through the living room. “What is he doing with my stuff?”
“Oh, honey. I forgot to tell you. Your dad and I don’t want you and Jeff to sleep in the same room. I’m moving you into the guest bedroom beside our room.”
Sam, as she was affectionately called by her family and friends, raised her eyebrows in disbelief. She thought that those thoughts were old-fashioned and hypocritical. Parents often try to tell their kids to live ‘morally’ when they didn’t.
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p; Trying to keep her anger under control, Sam walked over to her mother. “Mom, you do know that we live together, right?” she asked.
“I do, Sam, but I will not allow you to sin under my roof. It is wrong and quite frankly, it is disrespectful.” She walked off to the kitchen and Sam felt as though she had been dismissed.
Sam had only been there for a few hours and she already wanted to leave. There were just too many rules and too many people. Every room she went in was filled with family members and she didn’t know how much of it she would be able to take.
Having been living on her own ever since she left for college, Sam was used to doing what she wanted, when she wanted. She was also used to her quiet and private space. She couldn’t stand to hear all the loud talking and chatter and she just wanted the week to be over so that she and Jeff could go home.
After much cajoling, she had allowed her mother to convince her to take her boyfriend to her parents’ house for Christmas. He wasn’t too excited about being stuck in her parents’ house for an entire week and she knew that once he found out that they wouldn’t be sharing a room, he would be pissed. Staying with her parents was one thing, but not getting any sex was another.
She didn’t have to wait long to see his reaction.
“Samantha, what’s going on? Why aren’t your things in our room?” He asked after he stormed into the living room.
Not wanting to make a scene because she knew that her nosy cousins were watching, Sam pulled him by the hand and led him outside.
“Jeff, my mom said that we can’t sleep in the same room.” She told him when they got out to the backyard.
He looked at her in confusion. “Sam, we live together. What do they think we do when we sleep in the same bed? I think it’s a little bit too late for that now.”
“I know and I told her the same thing, but she said she won’t allow us to sin under her roof. She also said that it’s disrespectful to have sex here.”
