A Christmas Eve Date

Sally sat, forlorn and sad, alone except for her parents in their home on the

west side of the city on Sycamore Place. She was eighteen and had no steady or

even infrequent boyfriend.

She felt downhearted and cheerless. Here she was dressed alone in a plain and

skimpy white gown that skirted her wide hips barely letting the tip of virginal

white cotton panties showed. It seemed a waste even to her. She shook shoulder

length dusty blond hair that framed a common shallow face of minute interest.

Employed at the Acme Realty office as a clerk secretary she was prim, efficient

and accurate. Anywhere else she went, she ached with shyness, fear and

uncertainty.

She planned college next semester with the meager profits of her job. With any

luck she could learn some more marketable skill and be good enough at it to earn

a comfortable living.

Being intelligent Sally realized by the time she was six that Daddy was Santa

Claus. She wondered about God and country entertaining doubts and trying to

ascertain sufficient evidence. Some things she was certain of such as OJ Simpson

complicity in his wife's violent death.

Shivering under the beige covers she turned on her electric blanket as a scant

but necessary comfort for her young flesh. Outside a wicked Northeaster

blustered and blew. Only a madman would travel in such weather.

Of course Santa is, will be and was sane. Far saner than any man in fact. But

then again he was not a man. Santa established himself eons ago on some

supernatural plane and possessed complex moods, beliefs and patterns. He

materialized on this earthly plane on mere whim and his own will and belief.

Self-desire and conviction made him do as he wished. Circumstances shaped his

results. Toys for children. Fun and lust. For himself and for others too.

Others imposed their will too on him but that is another tale. Santa preferred

to enjoy what he had without useless worries.

Santa maintained neither love or hate in his soul. Cynicism and kindness did not

trouble his dreams or his ways. He was as he was for reasons clearer in a dream

or an astral journey. He lurks near the heart of humanity but he does not share

its plebian nature.

Smiling as he always did, he folded his long list and descended into Sally's

house via the chimney of course. Emerging sootless and pristine from its narrow

confines, he left a present or two. Children knew instinctively which presents

were Santa's. Adults conveniently forgot and pretended Uncle Ed or Aunt Jen had

given them something unexpected.

Climbing the silent winding stairs and past the snoring doors, he opened Sally's

and observed her muffled timid form. Used to truly genuine feminine pulchritude,

he shuddered at her plainness. Still he was Santa and a job had to be done.

Besides her tits had great potential and the face could be covered if need be.

Quickly stripping away her blankets and sheets, he secured her frail hands

behind. Capturing her ankles he soon had them on a short rope to her wrists and

her back arching in a lovely bow. Amazing how it improved her posture and

appeal. Properly prepped for transportation in a sexy hogtie, she stirred and

blinked in disbelief at her jailer.

Santa ripped off her panties and stuffed them deep into her throat where they

would stay with several strands of rope around her cheeks. Sally gasped some but

had little else to say, surprised and paralyzed with fear as she was.

To keep her occupied during her long trip, Santa crossed her crotch with a rope

from wrists to neck. The rope continued around her neck and over her back to her

knees. Any slight movement affected her bottom rubbing her asshole and vagina

and she had to wiggle with her back straining as it did and her breathing

partially choked. Sally quickly commenced to pant excitedly, fully awake and

aroused as Santa fondled her scrumptious revealed tits and firm behind. She

beamed up in stark alarm at the jolly fat man with her tits so impudently

displayed.

Sally proved difficult to work with. Even now she preferred to believe that she

dreamed. Santa knew as he knew all else of her virginal anxiety. So he pinched

her fat ass to assure her of reality and showed her goggling eyes his enormous

erection tenting his red trousers despite several layers of underwear, thick

thermal leggings and trousers. Truly a tremendous Christmas gift for any pretty

slut.

Sally swooned, overwhelmed with such a stupendous sight. She did not mind as

much now as she would have as Santa hefted her lithe form up from the ruffled

bed covers. He inspected her flat features at close range and gestured vaguely

exasperated in a direction not visible. An elf, long nosed, short and wiry,

appeared from mid-air dancing with impatient irritation.

"What now, boss?" he complained mildly.

"Make up and quick!"

The crooked nose elf inspected the limp unconscious girl. He detected the

pleasant way her pert nipples poked her thin nightie from her brief exertions

this night. "I'm an elf, not a wizard!" he snarled. "Sure there is potential but

the effort will be major."

"Just do it or you won't get to see the reindeer games."

"Still it."

"Want me to get Mrs. Claus involved?"

The elf grumbled and reached into his many pouches and pockets clustered around

his waist producing awls, screwdrivers, hammers, chisels, a red high heel, and

finally some red lipstick. In seconds or hours (What is time with Santa? The

clock did not move from midnight unless he wished it.), the elf finished his

grim labors.

Bright dark red lipstick accented Sally's gag with matching shades on her large

aureoles. Faint perfume wafted from her half-naked body. A different scent for

asshole, armhole and back of the ear. Mascara and long lashes decorated her

quivering eyelids. Rouge provided graceful shading and produced a striking ,

even lovely, face. A thin gold chain swept round her throat and dangled in her

cleavage. Matching gold circled her wrists and ankles. She trembled vaguely on

the verge of wakening. She had woken once in the middle of her transformation

with the elf busy prodding her sensitive nipples but had feinted with the

awesome sight of Santa's erection.

"Much better," said Santa abruptly dismissing the elf. "You may go, Ebenezer."

The elf grunted and glowed with a purple aura before disappearing. Sally still

pretended to be sleeping and Santa, busy as he was, tumbled her into his bag for

later delivery rather than play with her.

"Hohohoand away we go! Go Donner! Go Blitzen! Away!"

On Third Street on the east side lived a nerd named Charlie in a small apartment

that he rented while going to college. Not a bad guy, quite bright but timid. He

needed desperately a quick fuck and then a live in girlfriend to keep his

hormones from impotently raging.

Charlie and Sally both suffered low self-esteem and extreme shyness. Well it was

Christmas Eve and Santa had a cure.

Sally, now more frightened than before, found herself being introduced to

Charlie at 2 AM in a sort of weird, exotic Christmas Eve date. There she lay

meekly on her back and hands with her knees propped open with a three-foot

ornately carved pole from another world. Charlie's own hands were knotted to her

own under her ass with his knees tied to her ankles on a short tether. Santa had

secured her ankles touching her ass. This made her reluctant belly thrust upward

at her back's agonized insistence.

Really she had no choice except to put out and be rather forward in her body

language. It was rather embarrassing but exciting. She would never had put out

on a first date but Santa rarely requested permission. She sighed trying to find

a comfortable position to be fucked.

Charlie was inexperienced but a prick easily rises to the occasion and he

thrusted automatically against her lush warmness. She found her terror had

lubricated her well and the event had orgasmic potential. She bounced under

Charlie who did all the work using her bent back like a spring.

Since Sally remained gagged with her panties, her many contrary arguments tended

to be unclear and served to encourage rather than to discourage her unexpected

horny date. Resistance on her part thrilled Charlie and energized his lust.

Charlie groveled all over her as his mouth alternately popped one lush breast

after another. Years of sexual repression peeled away as he buried his lips

under her hair on the side of her neck.

Afterwards Santa placed them both in a large burlap bag and let them simmer

together for the night entangled and locked in each other's limbs. Sally

squealed through all the itchy burlap and soggy panties as Charlie chewed

savagely on a proffered tender nipple.

Santa rubbed his bearded chin and brought out his own special list of naughty

girls who Santa regularly visited as well as the constant new crop. Who was

next? Anne it seemed. He hoped (and knew) her ass was behaving nicely. He would

be back later to clean up or have a lazy elf do it. The new boy and girl friends

would recall little other than hazy dreams and mysterious aches and urges. The

night was infinite and its pleasures intriguing even now.

After the New Year, Charlie accidentally bumped into Sally on a Saturday at

Borders in the occult section. Both had inquired into antique Santa lore and

found themselves mutually attracted. Sally shuddered briefly in trepidation but

followed Charlie meekly enough to his apartment bed officially to compare

metaphysical notes. She only requested that her wrists be secured all night

long.

She wore elegant, long gold chains and bright lipsticks now. Some habit that had

blossomed she supposed. Then again she knew Santa dwelled in her heart and would

never leave again. What would happen next Christmas Eve? Would Santa come again?

She believed with certainly in her heart though cogent logic was lacking.

Dreams had haunted her nights for weeks of a huge fat man dressed in crimson.

Little was clear except the impossible size and length of his cock. On Christmas

Day she had awoke with an aching back and vagina with her wet panties wadded

into a ball on the floor besides her bed. Her nightgown had been ripped and

circled her waist exposing her sensitive breasts. She could have panicked and

gone hysterical. Instead she considered her locked house door and windows and

the protection of her aged parents. How could anything had happened? Who would

have believed her?

Sally believed in Santa and was more certain than ever. The thought troubled her

mind but electrified her soul. Does not every adult believe deep in their souls

in Santa? Do you?