Every year Santa selected a woman between the age of sixteen and thirty who was on the naughty list as his last stop on Christmas Eve. And these selected women always tried to stay on the naughty list. Santa gave the selected women a treat. It started after Mrs Claus died in the 14th century. It was so Santa could find a new wife, but so far none had quite been right for him.
Now Santa always laughed when he saw what the public thought he looked like. He wasn't the white haired, old fat man. He was stuck immortal at twenty three, not fat, but a bit soft in the middle with a beer belly, although the rest of him was muscle. His hair was light brown and short. At least the images had it right when they portrayed him with a beard. He always found himself being drawn to the British women on the naugthy list, something about them just inflamed his desire. This year, 2017, felt different. Something was compelling him to pick someone from the low end of the naughty list, border line on the nice list. While the elves loaded his sleigh he looked over the woman that was drawing his attention.
Christine Willoughby was twenty three and studying to be a nurse. The only reason she was on the naughty list was her sexually deviant fantasies. Now Santa was really interested. He had to delve deeper into who she was and what she looked like. When he looked he saw she was of an athletic toned physique, her breasts were of a divine medium size firm and soft and oh so natural. Her arse was full and firm, a perfect bubble butt while being small. Without looming further he knew she was the one he would make his last stop. After making that decision he looked at her face. She was a beauty, the sort that only turn up once in a generation. Her features were so soft and perfect they had to have been sculpted by the Gods themselves. Her full lips were just begging him to go see her now but he knew he had to wait. He couldn't help but spend the entire day Christmas Eve imaging his milky white flesh pressed against her healthy natural olive tones.
Finally it was time to deliver all the gifts to the world. Santa found himself rushing despite the fact that time was statis locked for him on this night. Each time he finished a person's house he looked to see how soon it would be time to deliver the special gift to Christine. The list never seemed to shrink. It was as if the fates were trying to tease him and drive him wild with desire. Finally it was time to visit his selected naughty girl of the year. He took his time laying all the presents under the tree and delivering the stockings to Christine's brother, sister and parents. He slowly opened Christine's door creeping into the room waiting to see if she would stir. After he shut and locked her door he removed the statis time lock from her room and only her room.
"Wake up, Christine, I have your presents for you," he whispered softly, his Wiltshire accent at odds with where he lived and sounding strange to her Newcastle born and raised half asleep ears.
"What? Who is there?" She gasped as her eyes fluttered open as she heard the intruder in her room.
"Open you eyes, my sweet naughty girl. You made my naughty list this year. And before you say anything, yes I am Santa Claus, just every portrayal of me is false."
"Prove it!" she challenged Santa.
"Right then, you play football but not professionally. Your friends have been finding their true loves and you haven't. And you go onto a website called lush stories under the name wchristyw where then stuff you roleplay is the taboo side of taboo. Do you want anything else?" Santa replied calmly.
"What the fuck? How do you know all that?" She stuttered in surprise, mingled with curiosity and horror.
"Well I am Santa, I know when you are awake I know when you've been bad or good," he replied in the tune of the song.
"So why am I awake? Don't you deliver presents while we sleep?"
"I do but you are special and one of your presents you need to be awake for. It's a present only one person a year gets."
Christine's interest was peaked at this so she looked Santa up and down. She noticed the similarities with the traditional image first. The big heavy duty black boots, the red suit with white fluffy trimmings, the thick black belt and of course the hat. As she studied him she realised that was where the similarities ended. He didn't appear to be old, in fact she would have sworn they were the same age. He wasn't athletic but he was by no means fat. The more she looked the more she realised that he was attractive. Finally she saw his crotch where his semi hard cock was forming a bulge. Santa grinned when he saw where her eyes were resting, he reached out and pulled her duvet from her body. She was in a peach coloured sheer nightie, and her nipples were starting to stand to attention. She shivered when the cool air hit her body, the air serving to show her that she wanted Santa and not just to deliver toys. She wanted the present in his trousers.
"So what is this gift then, Santa. What do I deserve?" she asked as she got onto her knees looking at Santa.
Santa took out a lovely black leather collar with a heart shaped diamond attached. She looked at it then him, and as she understood what he was after her eyes sparkled as she softly nodded her head. Santa put the collar around her neck and tightened it.
"So am I your pet or is this a one time thing?" she asked quietly not sure what she wanted the answer to be.
"That depends on you. If you exceed my expectations you will be mine, if you match expectations then I will see you next year, anything else and you won't ever see me again." He smiled as as he started to strip and her eyes lit up as Santa's cock was revealed. Only five inches at the moment, semi hard, just waiting to be coaxed to its full six and a half inches.
Without a word Christine moved and knelt before Santa. Reaching her left hand forward she took his cock into her hand and slowly stroked it. Santa moaned as his cock sprang to full size. She leant forward and planted the softest little kiss on the tip of his cock. She giggled when he let out an exasperated moan, her eyes sparkled with mischievous intentions.
"If I am your pet then I need instructions," she whispered through giggles.
"Suck my cock and don't make me ask again."
"Why will I get a spanking?" She winked as she wiggled her arse.
"You just might, now suck my cock," he said as he wrapped his hands in her hair.
