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Santa’s Sissy Shed!

By Dex O’Donald w/QoS Book Club

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***DEVIN DICKIE NOTE***

All characters are OVER 18 years of AGE! This is a bullying fantasy and not real.  The acts in the following written work are only consensual  sexual choices and fantasy humiliation scenarios.

Bullying is NOT OKAY and If you or someone you know is being bullied, please alert the authorities.

Santa’s Sissy Shed!

By Dex O’Donald w/QoS Book Club

All I Want for Christmas…

Putting people in dresses is sort of my thing.

When I moved to New York five years ago I was the one and only black female intern at Femminuccia Fashion - one of the leaders in women’s fashion in the city. Back then the idea that I’d someday end up designing every gown and corset featured at their annual Femminuccia Fashion Winter Ball seemed a stretch.

And yet, here we are.

It’s December 1, 2020, and I’ve done it. Every dress of any importance tonight started off as an idea between a piece of paper and the tip of my pencil. When I look around this elegant room with its superfluous chandeliers and tall marble columns, with some of the richest people in the city flaunting my dresses, I can’t help but feel a surge of pride. I didn’t get here by winning favors or using my physical gifts to climb the corporate ladder. Hell, with an ass like mine I could have made easy money with OnlyFans or TikTok. But that ain’t me.

I’m Naomi Dawson from the hills of the Carolinas, and where I come from, we work for what we want.

Champagne in hand I scan the grand ballroom, the amount of wealth and privilege on display is sort of sick - billionaires making the millionaires feel poor, that sort of thing. Old money. Daddy’s money. The only cash I ever took from my father was enough to pay the bus fare from North Carolina to Manhattan. That’s it. I had to earn the rest.

More than a few old white men are sneaking glances in my direction, making sure their wives are in deep enough conversation not to notice their indiscretions. It’s flattering I guess, but really, it’s just amusing. Would one of these old creeps pay a fortune just to have a night alone with me? I’m sure they would. But while I’d love to take their money, I’m not selling myself like a prostitute.

If one of these old rich fucks wanted to marry my black ass, well that’s another story.

I’ve got a red dress on, and it hugs the shape of my body exactly the way I intended it to when I designed it. It fits around my body at the bust, showing off my 34 GG breasts and not leaving a whole lot to the imagination. It runs down the rest of my body like an hourglass, which it damn near is with my waist curving in and all this ass out pushing out. The rest of the dress stretches down my endless legs to the shin, skin smooth as you please. My hair is jet black and straight past my shoulders, eyebrows on fleek, and some full glossy lips that the white ladies in this room would pay surgeons for.

My point is, I’ve got it going on - and everybody in here knows it.

I’m making the rounds and receiving compliments from the higher ups at Femminuccia, each of them tripping over themselves to tell me how much they love my work, when I feel a tug at my arm. It’s Linda, one of my oldest and best friends in the city, and she’s got a look on her face that I’ve seen before - she’s come to gossip.

“Look at you Queen!” she gasps, taking me over to the side of the room as she accepts two glasses of bubbly from a passing waiter. “I see you saved the best dress for yourself! Half the men in here can’t keep their eyes off you!”

“Shit,” I giggle, noticing the stare of man somewhere in his early 70’s, “it’s more than half. If Grandpa Joe over there don’t quit staring at me soon his wife liable to smack him upside the head with his own walking cane! I can see that Viagra bulge from here, baby.”

Linda erupts into a fit of laughter, I can tell she’s drunk.

“Well they aren’t all as old as father time,” she catches her breath, “in fact the word on the streets is that there’s a rather wealthy young man here tonight…and guess who he’s been asking about?”

I shake my head. Who?

“You silly!” Linda exclaims. “Who else! I mean for the love of God look at you bitch!”

“Who is he, bitch?”

Linda smiles and shakes her head. “Uh-uh,” she licks her lips, “I’m not telling. You’ll find out soon enough, I’m sure.”

“Don’t play with me girl - is he cute or not?”

“He’s young,” Linda assures me, “and he’s rich.”

“Are those the same things?”

“Might as well be,” she laughs, looking around the room. “And oh my goodness if it isn’t Prince Charming now, come to court the bell of the ball.”

Butterflies swarm in my tummy - Linda is watching someone over my shoulder.

“I’ll just leave you two to it,” Linda winks, turning to leave.

“Girl where you going!” I whisper, “least you could do is introduce me or something!”

Linda’s gone as quickly as she came and when I look back out across the room, I see him. How did I miss the man in the first place?

It’s always a weird feeling when you see someone in the flesh for the first time that you’ve seen a hundred times before on the internet, on social media, in the news and occasionally in trouble with the federal government. It happens from time to time in New York, seeing a musician or an actor but it’s only ever in quick passing. Barely enough time to register who it was you saw.

Rarely is said famous person walking directly towards you with their gaze glued to your body.

“There - you - are,” Alec Hayden says charmingly enough, deliberately spacing out each word. “I’ve been looking for you.”

He’s shorter than he looks on Instagram, much shorter. With my heels on his eyeline barely make it above my cleavage, which means I don’t need to tell you where those blue peepers are staring. His blonde hair is thick and pretty, slicked back and sharp, and though he is undeniably good looking, there’s something soft about his features that makes him totally disarming.

“Looking for me?” I ask, “How long you been looking for me?”

“Why, my whole life beautiful,” Alec grins a perfect row of white teeth. Daddy’s teeth.

“Damn well it took you long enough,” I grin back, “how long is it gonna take for you to ask my name I wonder?”

“Naomi Dawson,” Alec doesn’t hesitate, my name sounds strange in his mouth, “Femminuccia’s most talented designer. I’ve been a fan of yours for a while. Since that write up Rolling Stone did on you.”

I nod my head knowingly. “You mean since you saw that picture of me in my underwear? Tell me Alec, what’s your favorite piece of mine?”

Alec looks over my body with dilated pupils.

“I mean my dresses big boy - eyes up here please.”

Alec snaps to attention. “I like everything you do, Naomi. I can’t just pick one favorite.” His eyes start to wonder again, “it’s all perfect.”

I laugh in spite of myself, he’s arrogant but he’s cute. At least he can talk to me without stuttering and sweating like most of the other men in this city.

“So you found me,” I take a step closer to him, “what now?”

“I’m glad you asked that,” Alec leans in and places his hand in the small of my back - confident but not pushy, “have you ever been on a helicopter before, Naomi?”

“Excuse me?” Have I what?

“Well mine is parked upstairs, on the roof. Would you like to see it? Maybe go for a spin?”

“On your helicopter?” I ask incredulously. “The one parked on the roof of this building?”

“Yep.” Alec’s face is so smug and cute at the same time that I’m not sure if I want to punch him in the nose or kiss him on those lush lips.

“This ball is bore,” I shrug, “lead the way Prince Charming.”

Alec Hayden beams, his bright blue twinkling like a schoolboy.

It’s windy and freezing on the roof of the 65-story building but it’s cozy and warm inside Alec’s luxury chopper. We sit close enough together that our bodies push against one another, and I can smell his minty breath on my cheek. As we rise over Manhattan, the lights of the city are a sparkling ocean in the night sky, a view I’ve never seen before in my life - a view most will never see.

Alec takes my hand in his and squeezes.

Hours later we land at his property upstate, a sprawling compound that looks almost eerie in the early morning hours. He takes me to the lounge where we sip expensive wine from the 70’s and chat about our lives around the fireplace. Things are moving fast.

“How old are you?” I ask, laying out longways on a chaise longue across from the baby-faced charmer.

“Eighteen,” he says, bringing the glass of red to his puffy lips. “Is that a problem?”

I consider the question just long enough to make him squirm. “Shouldn’t be…I am nearly ten years older though. Are you sure you wouldn’t rather be galivanting across the state in a helicopter with someone closer to your own age?”

“Girls my own age bore me…I want a woman. A real woman.” He’s staring at my body again, at my big black melons about to pop out of this red dress, and this time I’m going to let him look - let him gawk as much as he pleases. Alec isn’t unpleasant to look at, not at all. And his company is entertaining enough…he’s certainly pulled out all the stops and I’m starting to think about how far he’s willing to take this.

“You’re sure you could handle me?” I ask seductively, running my fingertips across my cleavage.

“I think there’s only one way to find out the answer to that question.”

And if you can believe it, the cocky rich kid too big for his britches actually leans in and kisses me.

“You got some soft lips boy,” I whisper between smooches. Alec has got a nice mouth, almost female in its tenderness, and the more we kiss the more I wonder what it will feel like against my pussy.

Needless to say, I find out quite soon. And it’s just as good as you’d think it, maybe a little better. Which is great news because when the boy finally takes his pants off, I remember why I so rarely date white men in the first place.

It’s not that I was expecting something big, I knew with Alec’s height and just overall vibe that the chances of him being hung were significantly low. I was even expecting maybe something below average, considering how much overcompensating he did with his money. But the dick I’m looking at now is barely enough to fit a rubber. In fact, I’ve never even seen a condom as small or as blue as the one he’s putting on. I guess the length is only slightly below average, possibly a solid four inches? But it’s the lack of girth that has me concerned. Because when I get wet, I get soaked. And I need something real down there.

But Alec is cute, and Alec is rich and when he shudders in my arms, blowing his load into the blue rubber, I think maybe there’s some potential here. A chance at a real future. Nobody is perfect and we all make up for our deficiencies in different ways.

So I’m giving the boy a chance.

The first two weeks are a blur of helicopter rides, exclusive parties, the finest food, and once in a lifetime experiences. Alec can’t keep his hands off me and that’s fine - teasing him keeps him on edge and eager to please. When I finally do let him have me, often as the end of a long day of mischief and exploring, I make sure he goes down on me for a good long while first. Even with the rubber on he doesn’t last very long, and I assume that’s just a sign of his age and inexperience.

But I don’t let it frustrate me - why would I? In the morning we’re going to the Hamptons for brunch.

I even let it slide when Alec starts bugging me about the condom itself.

“But I’m clean, Naomi,” his voice is so cute when he begs, “and I’ll pull out in time I promise! I just want to feel you. All of you.”

We’re in the master bedroom of the Hamptons house and snow is falling fast beyond large bay windows where red and green Christmas lights sparkle in the branches of a blue spruce. Burl Ives is singing from an ornate record player in a corner of the room while the fireplace cackles out of time.

“Not yet,” I tell him, tracing my finger across his hairless chest, drawing wide circles around each puffy nipple. “You’ve got to earn the raw, baby.”

It’s obvious that somewhere along the way in Alec’s quest to get the typical Instagram Gen Z body he started using steroids but slacked on the workouts. I’ve worked with trans models before for a whole line of dresses I designed, and I’m familiar with the effects of different supplements on the male body. Alec’s physique isn’t bad by any means - his stomach is flat and as hairless as the rest of him. The effects of whatever he took are most noticeable up front on his rounded, pouty tits, and in the back on a thick, round little ass that I like to pinch when he least suspects.

“How can I earn it then?” he asks, the desperation in his voice growing. “I’m not saying there’s a price for it or anything…I just thought we were close, and I have done a lot for you these last few weeks…I just want to hit it from the back so bad, Naomi.”

I laugh so hard I snort at his word choice. “Hit it from the back huh?”

“Without a glove,” he winks.

“You sure you can handle it from back there?” I raise my eyebrows. “Last time we tried you had some trouble.”

Alec blushes suddenly and I realize I’ve gone a little too far. “I’m just kidding baby,” I rub his arm. “That’s a whole lotta ass to get past, don’t I know it.”

I turn away from him and throw the covers off my body. I’m totally nude, my massive black breasts jiggling softly because I want them to - because I want Alec to see. I stick my big black ass back towards him and stare out at the snow falling outside the window.

“I love this time of year,” I sigh, “but it makes me a little sad, too. Nostalgic, I guess. Back home where I’m from in North Carolina, it was like the whole town was a part of Christmas. Not like here in the city where everyone is so separated, no one knows any one because there’s too many people…back in Hanston it’s a community. Underprivileged and poor for sure, but so welcoming and beautiful. Every year I say I’m going to go back but I never do.”

“Why haven’t you?” Alec’s voice says he’s really listening to me, and I like that.

“Work, I guess. There’s always so much to do around this time of year. Can’t seem to find the time.”

Alec moves closer to me on the bed and puts his soft hand on my hip. “Hanston, North Carolina?” he asks.

“Mhmm,” I turn and lay below him on my back, “a tiny place with a about four hundred people. Where I grew up. Where I learned who I was so I could make it in a place like Manhattan.”

Alec’s baby blues stare into my eyes and I can tell the wheels are turning in that brain of his. We’ve only just fucked (for a whopping three minutes before he blew his load inside the blue rubber) but already he wants more, already he’s in the throes of that pre-nut hysteria horny men are so fond of. He’ll do anything for me, and I can feel it.

“Christmas is a big deal there?” Alec pushes me to go on.

“Christmas is a huge deal in Hanston. The town even has some of its own traditions, sort of like spins on the classic stuff, you know?”

Alec’s hand creeps to my right breast and softly gropes me. Even with his fingers spread wide he can’t get a grip on my titty. “I don’t know,” he swallows, “tell me.”

“Well usually people go to the mall to see Santa, right? Not in Hanston though. In Hanston, Santa is a big fuckin’ deal. Sits up in his cabin on top of a mountain with his elves, and if your ass wants a present, you got to go get it your damn self! Can’t tell you how many winters me and my family found ourselves on that uphill hike in the damn snow just to go see Santa Clause. The whole town does it. Same day every year.”

Alec plants a kiss on my left tit. Respectful like. “When’s the last time you went?” he asks.

“Hell if I remember,” I sigh.

“Well that was easy,” he laughs, grabbing his phone from the bedside table.

I sit up confused. “What was easy?”

“Figuring out what to get you for Christmas,” Alec grins that goofy, white tooth grin of his. “I mean I’ll still get you the jewelry I have on reserve, but nothing beats a holiday trip, right?”

“What the hell are you on about, Alec!”

His thumbs start punching out an email, I see him mouth the words Hanston, North Carolina.

“You and I are going home for Christmas, Naomi,” he says, “I’ll have the entire trip arranged by morning. If you want to go see Santa at the top of a mountain for Christmas, then that is exactly what you’re going to do.”

Go Tell it on the Mountain…

We’re on a private jet a few days later, flying in luxury down to the great state of North Carolina. After landing at an airport about an hour outside of Hanston we take a helicopter due north, over the blue ridge mountains, way the hell out into the boonies where I grew up.

The sky’s gone gray all around us as we hover over my tiny hometown, and the helicopter is swaying more than I’d like it to in the strong wind.

“Say yer’ in town for Santa’s Cabin?” the pilot shouts over the engine. He’s a portly old black man with a thick white mustache. “Helluva’ day fer it! We got one strong son of a bitch storm rolling in this evenin’! Hope you can make it up the mountain befer’ the weather turns for real!”

Alec and I cling to one another as the helicopter comes to a rocky landing on icy ground. The first snow starts to fall as we cross the tarmac to a limousine and settle inside for the ride to Snow Shod Mountain.

“That pilot wasn’t kidding,” Alec says, pouring us out champagne in the back of the limousine. “The weather is terrible. You might have to wait to see Santa tomorrow.”

“Today is the last day,” I scoot close enough to Alec so that my heavy breasts fall across his shoulder and then I place my palm over his crotch, “so we’re going no matter what.” I squeeze what little I can find in Alec’s jeans, and he gasps. “And you Mr. Alec Hayden have been good to me. So after we finish up with Old St Nick, I think we head back to rental and give you your Christmas present.”

“Which is?” Alec breathes.

“Let’s just say wrapping paper won’t be needed for this one.”

He kisses me, excited as a damn school boy.

The limousine parks in the lower parking lot, right at the entrance to the trailhead that will take you two miles uphill to Santa’s Cabin. It’s more like a shed really, but I haven’t told Alec that yet. I’m sort of afraid he’s going to find the whole thing, well, kind of poor. But if he can accept this place and the way they do things, maybe he can accept me for me, and not just my delicious fat ass.

Hand in hand we start the steep climb to the cabin, and the snow is starting to fall just a bit harder now. The forest on either side of the trail is a winter wonderland, some of the trees with wooden signs point the way to the North Pole. In the distance, up the hill, comes the faint sound of caroling.

“Isn’t this romantic?” I squeeze Alec’s hand, our footsteps crunching loudly in the snow.

“It’s certainly of the season,” he replies, his eyes narrowing on something up ahead. “Is that the line?”

Halfway up we come to a standstill. It’s as if the entire town of Hanston, North Carolina has decided that today is the day to go see Santa Clause. The line runs on without end as it rounds a bend on the hillside and continues up via switchbacks through the trees. Families, much like my own that no longer live here, will wait snow or shine for their chance to take part in the town tradition. And standing there with them all around us, the snow falling, a peace comes to my heart like I’ve not known in a long time and I’m just so damn happy to be back.

I take a deep breath and exhale with a smile.

“This won’t do,” Alec huffs. “This won’t do at all!” His voice is unusually nasal I notice, and his sharp blue eyes dart from one black family to another all the way up the hill. “Didn’t come all this way to wait in a line with these people. Come on, Naomi. We’re going up.”

Alec takes my hand and starts to pull me forward, sidling past the folks at the back of the line. Already we’re getting uncomfortable looks.

“Alec what are you doing! We can’t skip the line!”

“Like hell we can’t,” he says under his breath, dragging me along, “we’re here on more important business than these…this riff raff, no one’s going to say anything and if they do, I’ll deal with it.”

His words are startlingly cruel to me. Not at all the man I’ve spent the last month with.

“Alec stop!” I tug his arm and plant my feet. His short frame has no choice but to stop with me. “We can’t do this! It’s not that important to me to skip the line, OK? Jesus look around, Alec, there’s kids waiting! This was just supposed to be a fun nostalgic thing for me and now it’s becoming this big ordeal. Let’s go back, OK?”

Voices start up around us, black fathers and black mothers not at fans of the entitled white kid so nonchalantly skipping the entire line. Alec notices them, notices their whispers, but it’s as if they don’t exist to him.

“I don’t wait in lines,” Alec takes my hand once more, “it’s one of the many great things about me you’ll come to love.”

I’m walking half-heartedly behind him, trying to convince him to come back rather than actually trying to skip people.

“What do you think you’re doin’!” calls out one woman with a few of her kids.

“Hey white boy wrong way!”

“The hell this boy think he is!”

Alec strides forward, cutting the line by dozens as I run after him. The smug smile on his face grows wider as we round the final switchback to the top of the hill. There in a snowy field with a line leading directly out from its front doors, is the cabin. Santa’s Cabin.

“Looks more like a shed,” Alec snickers, “Santa’s Shed, I’d say.”

“Alec stop this -

But before I can even get the words out, he’s marching on again, pushing forward against the protests and complaints of every day hard working people. His coat drapes out behind him like some undersized villain and I can feel myself getting angrier with him every passing second.

And now the snow is really falling. The wind’s picking up too and all those beautiful ebony people waiting in line to see Santa Clause are starting to white out in the oncoming storm.

At last Alec comes to a stop at the small, rickety front porch of the cabin. The old wood is adorned with Christmas lights and wreaths, piles of presents are stacked here and there. There’s a ticket taker up front, an ancient black woman who I recognize from my old street, Mrs. Carter. Bundled up families wait for their turn to go inside, and every one of their impatient eyes has now settled on the blonde, white kid approaching the front of the line.

“Two tickets for the shed,” Alec says absently to Mrs. Carter, pulling his wallet from his front pocket. “And I will gladly tip you for a fast pass or whatever you want to call it.”

Mrs. Carter looks at Alec with confusion etched in the weathered lines of her face. “Fast pass?”

“To get ahead of the line,” Alec sighs impatiently, “how much do you want? Hundred? Two hundred?”

My stomach rolls with embarrassment. Alec is talking loud and clear and everyone at the front of the line can hear him, and they’re passing the news back to the person behind them. Pretty soon every face on the mountain is craning to see what’s going on.

“Alec if you don’t stop this right now,” I say through clenched teeth. “You are ruining this for everyone!”

Alec ignores me.

“Come on lady how much?” he waves the cash in her face.

“You can’t skip the line,” Mrs. Carter rasps, “the hell is the matter with you?”

Now people are starting to shout at us.

The hell you doing boy!

This some fucking bullshit!

Get your ass to the back of the line NOW!

The rabble grows and I can tell Alec is getting flustered. I think he thinks he looks strong right now, or that this is the kind of man I want - someone to take charge - but it’s anything but. Not like this. Not at the expense of other people.

You can’t do that! That ain’t fair!

I been in line for two hours already!

Ain’t nobody gonna be able to see Santa with this storm coming through!

“Alright, alright, ALRIGHT!” Alec screams, and it’s surprisingly loud for a man of his size. The line goes quiet and all you can hear is the wind picking up through the trees. “Who here would like one thousand dollars?”

The line stares at Alec. So do I.

“No one?” Alec smiles wide. “No one wants a thousand dollars? You sir! Yes you! Do you want some free money?”

A handsome middle-aged man a few feet away considers the question. “Well sure I guess.”

“Smart man! How about this? Everyone in this line gets a thousand dollars, every man woman and child, and me and my gorgeous date here will simply get into Santa’s Shed - I mean Santa’s Cabin, first. What do we think?”

It spreads like wildfire in a snowy field right down the line. I hear them whispering this and that but I’m looking at this white boy like he’s lost it. What in the hell gives him the right to do something like this?

“What the hell are you doing!” I whisper-scream at him. “This is so humiliating! I don’t even care about the damn Santa anymore. I want to go home!”

“Relax,” Alec tries to assure me. “A thousand dollars is like buried treasure for these people. Plus it’ll make great content for the Insta. You see how many phones are out and filming this right now?”

Disgusted I turn away from him, wrapping my scarf up to hide my face from the prying cameras. “I can’t believe you, Alec,” I sigh. “I’m just so fucking disappointed in you.”

Once again, he ignores me, and as nods of fervent agreement and thumbs up come from the long line, Alec steps up onto the rickety old porch and waves his phone in the air above his head.

“I’ve already let my assistant know the deal!” he shouts. “All of you are to be wired a thousand per member of the household immediately. Simply take a picture of me now and send the photo in a DM to my Instagram. You will be contacted shortly for your payment information. Thank you all for your participation!”

Alec stands there like a damn fool, arms open wide like he’s Chris Cringle himself. People step forward and take his photo, over and over again. They keep snapping pictures when he takes me by the hand and leads us up past old Mrs. Carter at the front of the line and across the porch to the front door.

“Told you I get what I want,” he chuckled in my ear.

Too angry to speak, I bite my tongue.

We walk through the door and half a second later it slams shut behind us so hard I scream. Wind shakes the cabin walls, and snow drifts cover the old windows.

“Ho, ho, ho,” says a deep voice, “come in and know me better!”

Santa’s Shed

It’s crazy how fast things can change. The weather, your circumstances, your feelings about someone. One minute I was in a nostalgic state of Zen and the next I’m running after my boyfriend like he’s a toddler in the zoo. Or worse, the exhibit. A wild animal trying to impress its mate.

Or a damn muskrat thinking he’s a lion.

The cabin is the same as I remember it with a few exceptions. Everywhere you look it’s love. Care. Home. Red and green stockings hang from the low ceiling, a hundred different kids’ names written on them in glittery gold. A squat but thick fur stands green by the window, a little too close to the cackling fireplace if you ask me, but my lord does it make the place smell good.

And in the center of it all is the man himself. Sitting on a throne made for a king, dressed in red and white with one of the most convincing fake Santa beards I’ve ever seen, dark eyes wide and playing the part, is Santa Clause.

A Black Santa Clause, surrounded on both sides by six black women dressed in green elf dresses and costumes. While Santa looks jovial, I can’t help but notice the elves’ nervous glances at the storm brewing outside.

“This place is kind of shithole, isn’t it?” Alec mumbles under his breath.

Santa puts his hand in the air and beckons us forward. He looks very familiar, but the Santa hat is throwing me off.

“Come on in then, folks,” says the gruff Santa, “let’s move it along a bit so some other families can get in before the storm hits.”

Alec takes me by the hand, his eyes roaming the cabin but never looking Santa in the eye. “Storm’s already here,” he says, “and we’re not going to be rushed.”

“Can you stop acting like an asshole now?” I mumble in his ear. “Cut it with the tough guy stuff! I hate it!”

Alec tugs at his collar and seems to brush me off. He’s looking at the lady elves that flank either side of Santa. They wear matching green dresses with furry trimmed v necks that are a bit more, shall we say, revealing than I remember. The green elf dress is short too, only about halfway down those thick black thighs all the girls possess. A black leather belt cinches at the waist, and two thin green straps run from the low-cut tops to up and around their strong shoulders.

Santa leans back on his throne and crosses his arms. He’s large, the way most of the men in Hanston are, but somehow bulkier in the shoulders with a back the size of a movie set. I know I know him. But from where?

“Unfortunately the weather is unpredictable here in the north pole, even for Santa and his elves,” Santa says it matter of factly, his voice a balanced bass against the howling wind outside. “So as much as it sucks to say it, you and your fine-ass date gonna have to move it along.”

“Excuse me?” Alec clicks his teeth.

“It’s hella’ dangerous trying to get down that hill in a blizzard, homie,” Santa drops the act entirely and the moment I hear his real voice it clicks.

Big Love!

“The ladies already stayed longer than they supposed to,” Santa AKA Big Love sighs, “so go on girls, get the hell on before it gets any worse.”

The six sexy elves all exhale relief at the same time. They shuffle one by one over to a short staircase that lines that far wall. It leads up into a half nook/attic area that the girls use as a changing room.

“Whoa whoa whoa,” Alec says annoyed, “I didn’t say they could go! I didn’t say you could go, Santa!”

Santa is halfway out of his throne when he freezes cold.

“The fuck you say to me white boy?”

“OK look,” Alec placates, smugly brushing off the threat, “I know the deal. Money talks bullshit walks. Walks all the way down that damn hill in the dark like all those disappointed families out there in the cold.” Alec steps forward, wallet in hand. “How much for you all to stay? Name your price!”

Santa stares curiously at the wallet as I step in and slap it out of Alec’s hand.

“This has gone far enough,” I grab his wrist, “when I said I wanted to come do this for Christmas I did not mean like this. You’re walking around like you own people! It’s disgusting!”

“I’m doing this for you,” Alec snatches his hand away and bends down to pick up his wallet. “You’d think you could show a little appreciation.”

Speechless, I watch Alec walk over to Santa Clause and hand him the wallet.

“Take what you want for you and the elves,” Alec says smoothly, “if it’s not enough I’ll wire more right now.”

Big Love opens the wallet and removes a stack of hundred-dollar bills as thick as his forearm - which is to say real fucking thick. The elves above haven’t caught the conversation and now they’re coming back downstairs dressed in winter attire.

“Girls can’t stay,” Big Love counts through the stack, “ain’t gonna deal with all that attitude for no amount of money.”

“Fine,” Alec says tersely. “But for you?”

Big Love looks up at Alec, then over at me. He winks. “This should about do it,” he says.

“Perfect!” Alec fist pumps the air.

Defeated and confused, I cross my arms below my big titties and watch the elves file out one by one. Out in the storm the line of families is gone, and I can see a few stragglers ahead of the girls as everyone makes the long trek down the hill. It’s getting dark, too.

We should have been out of here by now.

The door closes shut but blows open again a moment later, a dusting of snow spraying into the cabin.

“Gon’ have to lock it,” Big Love says, pocketing the cash from Alec’s wallet. “Deadbolt it too.”

Alec nods, claps his hands, and strides across the small room. He locks us in.

“Let’s try this again then,” Alec says, putting an arm around my waist that I quickly shrug off. “Let’s pretend we’re just getting here, and we have all the time we want to enjoy the place and get the full Santa experience. What do you say?”

“How the hell we gonna get down and out of here tonight?” I spit at him.

“Why, I’ll just call the helicopter!”

“In this weather? You think I’m crazy, Alec?”

Santa watches us argue, and I can tell he remembers me. How could he not?

Alec takes me by the wrist and squeezes - a tad too hard for my liking. He drops his voice and I can feel that minty breath of his on my ear. “I just spent a lot of fucking money to get this done for you, OK?” the tone of his voice makes my skin crawl. “And I’m getting tired of being shamed for caring about you! So put on a happy face, get some Christmas cheer, do whatever the fuck you need to do to get in a good mood. Because I just shelled out a year of your salary to get us here. Do you understand?”

In the space that follows I can hear Big Love draw a sharp breath. He knows.

And Alec Hayden is fixing to find out.

Here's the thing about me - about Naomi Dawson. I learned a lot growing up in North Carolina. How to take care of your own self, how to do the work to get to where you want to go no matter how far you gotta climb. And when you accomplish what I have, you learn self-worth. And you don’t let nobody treat you less than you deserve.

Especially not some entitled ass white boy with his daddy’s money.

“Oh I understand alright, Alec,” I jerk my wrist from his grasp, “by all means - let’s go back to the beginning and do this the right way.”

Secret Santa

I slip out of my winter coat and hang it on the coat rack beside the front door. I’m festive as hell in a red tube top that just isn’t equipped to handle all this juice, my titties are doing their darndest to find a way out. Tight blue jeans stretch around my voluptuous ass and squeeze my thighs and calves all the way down to the black boots I have on. The boots give another two inches on Alec, two inches that I’m really feeling right now.

I crack my knuckles. Mr. Alec Hayden is about to find out what hard work is all about.

Santa and Alec are staring at my melons when I wrap my arms around the white boy and plant a big wet kiss on his dainty cheek. “What should we do first?” I ask Alec. “There’s artwork from the local school over on the table, there’s gag gifts under the tree, or we can get our picture taken up in the loft.”

“Why don’t we get what we paid this man for and put you on Santa’s lap?” Alec says impatiently.

“Is that what you want?” I bat my eyelashes.

“It’s what you want isn’t it? To feel like a kid again?” Alec rolls his eyes. “We can do all that other crap after. But I don’t want this guy sneaking out of here before he does his job!”

I narrow my eyes and wonder who is this petulant boy that I’ve spent so much time with these last few weeks. Where has he been hiding? Or maybe it’s this country life bringing it out of him - his elitism, his quiet self-assurance. I heard him call the people of this community these people more than once.

And as if him grabbing and reprimanding me wasn’t enough, what he says next is the last insult to my patience.

“Don’t sit on his lap too long though,” Alec’s voice becomes a faint whisper, “you know how handsy these black guys can get.”

My face freezes in a lie; in a smile. “Do I?” I say softly. “I’ll be extra careful then, dear.”

I step away from Alec and walk to the big black Santa Clause.

“Well ho, ho, ho, girl,” Big Love chuckles when I stand in front of him. He’s got red fluffy pants on and his knees are wide apart. I know why, too - leaving room for that giant package of his.

“What’s good Big Love?” I grin, squatting down and sticking my ass back towards Alec before swinging it around and planting my buns on Big Love’s meaty thigh.

“Ain’t seen you in a minute girl,” he says, his plump lips moving inside the fake beard, “thought you was a big shot up in New York now.”

“Oh I am! But I came down here to find the real yule log. They don’t make em’ the same up north.”

“I bet not,” Big Love laughs.

Alec clears his throat and comes closer to where I’m sitting on Big Love’s lap. It’s obvious he’s starting to feel uncomfortable, what with Love’s long arms wrapped around my waist. “You two know each other?” he stutters.

“Sure do,” I loop my arms around his neck, “dated for a few years back in high school.”

“Two years to be exact,” Big Love squeezes me closer to his body and the top of my titties brush his beard. “Best damn booty I ever got that’s for sure.”

Alec’s face has gone from as pale as the snow outside to as red as the fire burning beside the tree.

“Well go on girl,” Love shakes me in his strong arms and my titties jiggle, “tell Santa what you want for Christmas.”

I glance at Alec and he’s fidgety. It’s the first joy I’ve felt since before he started this Christmas Ego rampage of his.

“Why don’t you go on and look at the kids’ artwork, baby,” I nod at my boyfriend from the arms of another man, “what I want for Christmas is a surprise…it’s for you. But can’t go ruining the fun by having you listen in.”

Alec looks like someone just ran over his reindeer. “Why can’t I stay and listen?”

“Cus I said so!” I raise my voice. “Damn boy you must be hard of hearing! You trying to get this pussy later you’re gonna do what I tell you!” In the month I’ve known Alec I’ve never spoken to him this way, but from the moment he started skipping the line I could feel it bubbling up inside of me.

Alec makes like he’s going to clap back but thinks better of it when I raise my eyebrows. He turns around and makes his way over to the crafts table with his head down.

“Who the fuck is he?” Big Love whispers, the wind outside drowning him out.

“You won’t believe it but that’s my boyfriend,” I sigh, embarrassed. “Don’t give me shit - this white boy only just showed me who he really is today.”

“Ain’t no way in hell Naomi motherfuckin’ Dawson running with some rich white boy from NYC!” Big Love rolls his eyes under the furry white rim of his Santa hat.

“You hear yahself, Love?” I tug his beard. “You just said the magic word. The only damn word that matters!”

Big Love thinks about it for a second. “He’s rich?”

“Damn right. Look how much he gave you. Look how much he gave all them people waitin’ outside. Plenty more where that comes from, trust me Love, I know.”

Santa gets curious. I can see it clear as day. That same old scheming Big Love back from high school hasn’t changed a bit and tonight I’m counting on it. I can feel him poking at my ass cheeks with that club of his, bringing back fond old memories from our days at school.

“I prayed for a Christmas miracle, Naomi,” Big Love chuckles, “but I didn’t think you’d be the one to bring it to me. I know exactly what we’re gonna do…”

“I’m all ears baby, all ears!”

“First things first, you take your fine ass on up them stairs and search the wardrobe. Get the smallest size they got. You get me?”

I scootch off his lap - and that bulge of his - and make my way up to the small loft while Santa himself gets off his throne and approaches Alec at the crafts table. Up above I scuttle my ass behind some old boxes and watch them, thinking if I had a mug of hot chocolate and some popcorn this shit would be just perfect.

“What’s yah name rich kid?” Love is a large man next to Alec, next to anybody really, but especially when he’s mean mugging a short guy.

“Alec,” he clicks, “and just what were you and my girlfriend over there whispering about?”

“Her Christmas list,” Love says, “and you at the top of it. First things first, gotta get you out them square threads you got on.”

Alec is taken aback. “Excuse me? My threads? You mean my clothes? What about them?”

“You takin’ em’ off,” Love grunts, “and then we putting you in something more festive.”

“Says who?”

“Says Santa Clause, boy.”

Alec backs up a step. “You can’t be serious.”

“Now what kinda weak ass Santa would I be if somebody gives me a Christmas List and I don’t’ deliver? Especially when it’s a bitch fine as Naomi. So ho ho ho and jingle all the way motherfucker - take off yah fuckin’ clothes!”

I have to clamp a hand over my mouth from shrieking when Alec darts for the door. Big Love doesn’t even go after him, just crosses his arms and watches the white boy open the door, get a face full of snow, and slam it shut again.

“You stay away from me!” Alec cries, his plump lips pulling back into a snarl as Big Love bounds across the room after him.

“The fuck you think you goin’!” Santa bellows, grabbing hold of Alec by the shoulders and pulling his coat off. Backed into a corner, Alec kicks and squirms as Big Love begins to tear at his clothes.

“Get off of me!” Alec screams. “What the fuck are you doing!”

“Hold still white boy! You been a naughty little bitch!”

“NAOMI HELP!”

Shaking with the giggles I start snooping around the old drawers and closets while Love wrestles with Alec downstairs. I find the elf dresses the girls had on earlier, the green ones with fluffy necks and short hems. A certain size catches my eye and I lay it aside.

Then I find one labeled small and snatch it with a smile.

“AH! FUCK!” Alec is getting more winded the more he fights Love, making less of a fuss with each flail. Alec’s clothes are in a heap a few feet away, all that he’s got on now is a pair of white boxers and some red socks. When Big Love gets off of him my boyfriend looks red and pink all over.

Alec stands up and backs against the wall. When he sees me walking down the stairs his jaw drops open and I can’t help but laugh at his simplicity.

I’m wearing the green elf dress and have another folded in my arms. This was the biggest size they had, and my titties are still pushing out the sides and well over the fluffy V-neck collar. Because my breasts are using up so much of the damn thing it’s even shorter than it’s supposed to be, coming down just past my coochie and only covering about half my fat ass.

“Goddamn girl!” Big Love whoops. “You even finer now than you was back in the day!”

“Don’t I know it baby,” I flash my straight white teeth at a terrified Alec.

“What the hell is this, Naomi!” Alec cries as I come closer. “What are you trying to do here!”

I don’t stop until the front of my chest is pushing Alec flat against the wall.

“You wanted to fly me out and give me the Christmas of my dreams, right?” I lick my lips. “Well you made sure to ruin that for me. So now you gotta make it up to me, Alec. If you ever want to get in this good pussy again, you’re gonna behave yourself and let us have a little holiday fun. If you can’t do that, you and I are over and it’s as simple as that.”

Alec meets my eyes and shakes his head.

“Besides - the hell you gonna do about it anyway?” I nod at the window caked over with snow. “Ain’t nobody coming up here tonight and ain’t nobody leaving. That’s a fact. So put on a happy face, get some Christmas cheer, do whatever the fuck you need to do to get in a good mood. Do you understand?”

Wish I had the words to tell you how it feels to stamp a smug prick like Alec down into the sludge, but I just don’t. You just have to be there, I guess.

Alec looks like a damn deer in the headlights after I drop his own words on him. Then I’m backing up and away from him, standing nice and close to Santa in my sexy green elf outfit.

“Take em’ off,” I half-shout, “how the hell we gonna get you into one of these with them boxers on?”

Alec shakes his head back and forth, trembling.

“Don’t make me take em’ from you punk!” Santa points. “I’ll sit your naked ass out in that storm for a few minutes just for actin’ a damn fool! Now TAKE EM’ OFF!”

The bass of Big Love’s voice shakes the whole damn cabin and suddenly Alec can’t get his boxers off fast enough. The very second he’s standing there naked with those stupid red socks on I get embarrassed for him. How in the hell did I even let this white boy near me with that thing!

“Ha!” Santa barks. “I seen elves with bigger dicks than that, boy. Are you fucking serious, Naomi? You let this boy fuck you?”

“He’s charming when he wants to be,” I giggle. “But goddamn boy, this cold weather really got to you, huh? It’s even smaller than usual!”

His dick is pink and pale and about the size of my thumb, and his balls aren’t much bigger than two almonds. He covers his tiny junk up with both hands when Big Love and I start laughing at him, but somehow that makes him look even more pathetic.

I guess I could feel bad for him at this point, but when I think of all those disappointed people walking home in the snow, I absolutely don’t.

“Well alright,” Santa gets a hold of himself and wipes a laughing tear from his eyes, “better get to the naughty part before the nice. You’re on Santa’s naughty list this year, Alec, and I’m fresh out of coal. So it’ll have to be the next best thing!”

Big Love stomps forward and snatches Alec by the year, yanking my howling naked boyfriend across the room towards the throne.

“If there’s no coal,” Santa plops down and easily positions Alec across his lap, “then we start a fire on your ass, white boy!”

WHACK!

Alec is still fidgeting and struggling when Santa’s first open palm lands like a shotgun blast across both cheeks. I kid you not when I say this white boy hollers like a damn puppy dog with his tail caught!

WHACK!

“AHHH!” Alec screams, pinned across Santa’s thighs by the big strong arm against his back. I see that next spank coming in from way, way up in the air and I about jump out of my boots when it lands.

WHACK!

“AAHHH FUCK!”

I can’t help it - I start giggling again. How the hell am I supposed to hold it? Alec is kicking and screaming like a man baby and his face is the color of a damn plum while his whole rear end is just one large handprint.

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

“NOOO!” Alec says, and wouldn’t you know, this motherfucker is crying.

I shake my head laughing. “Oh hell no boy you ain’t crying! For real?”

“STOOOOP!” he wails as Santa raises his hand high again.

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

“FUUUUUUCK STOP PLEASE!”

“QUIT FIGHTIN’ BITCH!” Big Love screams, hammering away, “YOU BEEN A NAUGHTY FAGGET! NOW PAY UP!”

WHACK-WHACK-WHACK-WHACK-

“AHHHHHHHHH!”

I scuttle over to where Alec is hanging off Santa’s lap and snatch up a handful of that thick blonde hair and lift his head.

“Are you really fucking crying right now, Alec?” I shout, disgusted. “You must be some kind of pussy, huh!”

Alec shakes his head, screaming as another blow lands.

I spit in his face and let go of his hair. I back up laughing as his asscheeks and upper thighs turn a deep dark red. I’m not sure exactly what’s come over me - I know this is already going a bit further than I thought it would…but on some level I’m feeling like I’m doing the world a damn favor by putting a boy like this in his place. Eighteen years old and so much time left to do more damage. But Santa and I, we’re like the ghost of Christmas past, present, and future all rolled into one. Come to visit this sissy scrooge and teach him a goddamn lesson!

“FUUUUUCK!” Alec cries out.

That’s when I see it. Almost too small to notice, flopping around there between Santa’s big red knees. It’s Alec’s sad piece of equipment, still pink and tiny and funny looking…but it’s just a tad bigger now.

Matter of fact, that tiny weenie is hard.

“Oh child,” I laugh, “my oh my.”

“What is it?” Santa asks, cracking his palm once more against Alec’s chubby red ass cheek.

I step forward and snatch the rigid worm between two fingers and pinch until Alec screams like a bitch. “Looks like someone has a secret, Santa.”

“No,” Alec whispers breathless, full of shame. “No it’s not what it looks like…”

Suddenly Santa stands from his throne and stomps across the cabin, taking Alec with him over his shoulder.

“Can’t have you enjoyin’ this shit too much,” Big Love grumbles, shifting Alec to one arm as he unlocks the front door, “defeats the damn purpose!”

The door whips wide open on a gust of wind that chills the entire cabin. Big Love ducks his tall ass down and steps through the doorway, wading through snow that’s already up to his knee caps.

“Time to cool those red cheeks off, boy,” Santa laughs.

Alec flies through the air like a sack of potatoes and lands ass first in three feet of freezing snow. He disappears under all that fluff, can’t see an inch of him. Big Love and I stand there in the doorway laughing, pointing at the freezing white boy in the snow.

Then he jumps up and is running for the door. That tiny pee pee shrivels as he runs towards us, his face full of fear.

That’s when Big Love shuts the door in Alec’s face and locks it.

Baby It’s Cold Outside

It’s impossible to get a hold of my mirth with Alec outside in the snow storm, beating on that wooden door with both hands and screaming like a small child. I’m laughing so hard tears are starting to fuck up my makeup and you know I can’t have that!

“PLEASE!” Alec screams almost as loud as the wind blowing subzero temperatures along his stinging ass cheeks. “LET ME IN I’LL FREEZE OUT HERE!”

Big Love is standing at the window beside the front door, and though it’s mostly frozen over with snow he’s able to tap the window hard enough to get a line of sight to outside. He calls me over and on tippy toes I peek out at the scene.

“PLEEEASE!”

I lose it all over again watching Alec’s shivering, naked ass pound on the door. Snow is frozen to parts of his chest and thighs, covers his chubby ass, and his dick is almost nonexistent out in the cold like it is.

Big Love walks back to the front door and calls through it.

“You want back in you gotta sing for us white boy!” Santa booms. “Sing my favorite fuckin’ song!”

“ANYTHING FINE!” Alec screams back. “JUST LET ME IN!”

Big Love winks at me before composing himself enough to speak. “Let me hear some caroling, needle dick! Sing me something sweet and high!

Watching Alec through the window try and recall a damn Christmas song while naked in the snow is one of the funniest things I’ve ever seen.

“Get it on video girl!” Big Love whispers, tossing me his iPhone. “We can’t miss this one!”

“Oh shit! Right!”

Quick as I can I line the camera lens up out the window and press record. Alec is shivering head to toe at this point, and you can hear it in his voice when he starts singing Deck the Halls.

“Oh no,” I chortle, “oh God no! Hahaha!”

“Deeeeck the halls with bu-bu-bu-boughs of ha-ha-ha-hol-ly!” His voice is high and breathy against the howling wind. “Fa-la-la-la-laaaaaa! La-la-laaaa!”

“HIGHER BITCH!” Big Love shouts through the door. “Sing for Santa!”

“TIIIIIIS THE SEASON TO BE JOLLY!”

I’m holding the phone with two hands, trying not to let the laughter racking my body shake the camera.

“FA-LA-LA-LA-LAAAAA! LA-LA-LA-LAAAAAA!”

Big Love and I lose it completely, screaming.

“PLEASE LET ME IN I’M FREEZING!”

When we finally get the lock off the door the wind and snow blow it open faster than Alec can get inside. Naked and chattering he runs on numb feet across the cabin and straight to the fire. He falls on his side, rubbing his shoulders, doing his best to warm up.

“My cl-cl-cl-cl-“Alec tries to speak, snow melting off his frozen body. “My cl-cl-cl-cl-clothes,” he manages at last. “Ne-ne-need my cl-cl-cl-clothes…fre-fre-fre-freezing…”

I gather up Alec’s discarded clothing in my arms, everything but his winter coat, and walk over to the fire where he’s lying on the floor.

“Oh God th-th-thank you, Naomi,” Alec stutters, sitting up and reaching for his pants and shirt.

I knock those outstretched arms out of the way with my big fat ass and toss his clothes headlong into the fireplace.

“NO!” he screams, watching them go up in flames. “What the fuck! Why would you do that, Naomi!”

“You don’t need them pompous ass threads, baby,” I assure him, removing the spare elf dress from over my shoulder. “We got your clothes right here!”

Alec must be truly freezing because I don’t think he even realizes what it is I’m offering him. He snatches the little green dress from me and tries to use it as a blanket.

“What the hell is this thing?” he titters. “A fucking dress?!”

Suddenly Big Love is at the fireplace, hands on his hips and looming large over the naked white boy. “You wanna go back outside?” Love asks bluntly.

Alec shakes his head quickly.

“Then be a good little elf for Santa and put the fuckin’ dress on. You think I’m playin’ wit you, boy? I’ll toss your ass back out in the snow and then forget all about you. Don’t think I won’t!”

When Alec stands up I can’t help but notice what little penis he has left. From the snow outside it looks like it’s crawled back into his body, and all that’s left is a wrinkled pink hood that looks more like a clit than a dick.

“Can’t I just wear a spare Santa outfit or something?” Alec moans, naked and shivering.

“What spare Santa outfit?” Love wrinkles his nose. “There’s only one Santa white boy, damn even I know that! Now get dressed - I’m tired of looking at that gumdrop between yah legs!”

Defeated, Alec gets the dress on over his head and I help him pull it down until the straps are fast against his shoulders.

“Don’t forget the hat,” I giggle, slapping a pointed green and sparkly cap on top of his head.

The dress is short enough that it leaves Alec bare from the waist down, itty bitty dick and balls kissing the air. He looks like an absolute idiot with the green dress hugging his out of shape frame. He’s standing there by the fire caressing the material against his freezing skin trying his best to warm up.

“Now don’t you look cute?” Big Love snickers. “Get your fairy ass over by the tree so we can take a picture!”

Alec balks. “Picture? You must be insane! No. No way!”

“So it’s back out in the cold then?”

I’m looking back and forth with glee as Big Love continues to pressure Alec, and something about it isn’t just wildly hilarious - it’s hot too.

“You wouldn’t,” Alec looks a fright, “you wouldn’t dare!”

“Seems like you ain’t never been to the North Pole before boy,” Big Love snatches Alec by his fuzzy white collar and tosses him toward the Christmas tree, “let me explain how it works - Santa gives the damn orders and the elves follow em’! Now smile bitch!’

Alec keeps making eye contact with me, pleading with me silently to stop all this. But every time I consider lightening up for even a second, I remember all those sad faces in line, all those awful things he said.

And it just riles me up more.

“Hands behind your back!” I snap at him. “Stop trying to cover up that dinky little thing!”

“I don’t want my picture taken,” Alec grimaces uncomfortably as Big Love raises his phone and starts to snap away. “I mean it! If these get anywhere, I will sue your ass into the ground!”

Big Love just laughs, clicking away. “Ain’t nobody need to see these,” he says, “as long as you behave like a good little elf.”

“What the hell does that mean?” Alec asks nervously, turning to the side and attempting yet again to hide his penis.

“Get in there and hold him still, Naomi,” Big Love nods, “he keep tryin’ to hide it.”

I saunter towards him and for a brief second, it’s like Alec is going to duck me, but he relaxes when I put my hand on his shoulder.

“Why are you doing this, Naomi?” Alec tries to play on my heartstrings. “What did I do to deserve this?”

Adjusting the straps of his green elf dress I meet his eyes full on, “you’ve been very naughty, Alec. You’ve been in the limelight too long and have forgotten the true meaning of Christmas. This is a chance to fix that, OK? You go along with this, let us do what we do, and I’ll forgive you for the way you acted today. I told you we do things differently in Hanston - you’ve just got to trust me.”

“So we’re not broken up?” Alec squeaks. “Naomi I was so scared out there in the cold that you’d dumped me for him,” Alec nods at Big Love, “and that you were just going to forget about me…I’ll do whatever it takes to save what we have, Naomi. Anything. I think…I think I love you.”

It takes every ounce of my being not to laugh in his face.

“I promise I’ll forgive you Alec, but you’ve got to quit fighting us right this very instant. You wanted the cabin to yourself so badly, well now you have it. And we’re here all night.”

I face Alec up to the camera. With his dress straps tightened it rides even higher now, leaving his stuff pathetically revealed. Then I reach down and hold on to his tiny pecker between my thumb and pointer.

“That’s perfect,” Big Love bellows, “just perfect! Hahaha!”

Alec’s face goes blindingly red as feeling comes back into it, and I swear to you I’ve never seen a white boy more embarrassed in my entire life.

“Turn around!”

Alec obeys, and with his back to the camera I pull the hem of his dress up further to reveal all of his chubby white ass.

“Look at that damn thing!” Big Love cackles, snapping photo after photo. “Red as the stripes on a damn candy cane! And as fat as the Cratchit’s Christmas goose! HA! Bend over and shake that thing white boy!”

Alec doesn’t move; he can’t even look me in the eyes at this point.

“I SAID SHAKE IT!”

“Fuck,” Alec cries to himself. Then he’s swaying his hips, all out of time and with no damn rhythm.

“Hahaha!” Big Love loses it. “Imma’ make a damn gif outta this! Keep it going!”

I lean forward and get my lips right up against Alec’s ear. I can see his eyes shut tight, like he’s trying to go somewhere else during the show he’s putting on. It’s sweet. It’s useless, too.

“Ha…Ha…ha!” I giggle purposefully in his face. “White boy with a tiny dick and a fat ass thinks he can woo a black queen with his wallet. Sounds like a fucking Hallmark movie, don’t it? Except this one’s got a twist, Alec. And they can’t show it on cable television.”

“HAHAHA!” Big Love is crying.

In his desperation to get the hell off the camera Alec says something real, real stupid.

“I need…” Alec gulps down a lump in his throat, “I need to go to the bathroom…”

Big Love slides his phone back into the giant pockets of his big jolly red pants. “Bathroom huh?”

“I need to pee,” Alec trembles, “where is it?”

Big Love reaches out for Alec and the white boy screams like a girl, but he can’t get away cus backing up puts him in the Christmas tree. “I’ll show you where it is my trusty elf,” Santa grunts, grabbing and throwing Alec over his right shoulder.

He marches across the room, to the front door.

“NO! NO PLEASE!” Alec cries. “NOT AGAIN PLEASE! I CAN HOLD IT!”

This time when Santa tosses our newest elf out into the storm it’s snowing so hard the entire front porch is all but invisible. We stand in the doorway and watch Alec clawing around in the snow trying to get to his feet.

“Squat and piss, Alec!” Big Love shouts. “Squat and piss like a good she-elf. Then I’ll let you back inside!”

Alec storms back onto the porch and tries to dive for the cabin, successfully sticking his body between Big Love and I. The big black Santa grabs his dainty ass and tosses him back out into the storm with little to no effort.

“Squat and piss, Alec! Or walk your ass back to town in your new dress!”

In an outright panic Alec looks this way and that, then at Big Love and I standing in the cabin doorway.

“Don’t look!” he screams, teeth already chattering.

“Sorry Alec,” I howl over the wind, “gotta make sure you do it the way you supposed to!”

“SQUAT AND PISS ELF!” Santa adds.

With the ice-cold snow against his feet and legs, and with no where else to run, Alec hinges at his knees and sticks his chubby ass out and back. Big Love and I fall into each other’s arms laughing when his shriveled pee pee starts squirting between his thick thighs.

“Ain’t never heard of no Alec pissing like a girl!” Santa shouts. “Look more like an Alexandra to me!”

“Alli the Elf,” I clap my hands together in excitement. “Alli the mothafuckin’ Elf!”

Santa Clause is Cumming

The storm outside finally lets up somewhere around midnight, but there is so much snow on the ground and it’s just so damn cold that we don’t have any choice but to stay till morning. Alec seems to know this; he’s lying on his side in a green elf dress by the fire still warming up from his bathroom break.

His eyes are just starting to close and he’s starting to slip off to sleep when I shake him awake.

“Warmed up?” I ask.

“Sort of,” he says groggy. “Just let me sleep?”

I roll my eyes. “Get your chubby ass up and follow me. Now.”

Alec follows me past the Santa throne where Big Love has his long legs stretched out in front of him, his big black leather boots crossed one over the other. It’s funny watching Alec walk around the cabin in that dress, like a cat forced to wear a Christmas outfit by its owner, slinking around and unsure how to proceed.

“Sit down right here,” I pull an old chair out for Alec and then snatch my purse from the coat rack.

“What are you doing?” Alec asks as I dig around in my handbag.

I pull out a tube of lipstick, some mascara, eyeliner, a heavy foundation and some blush.

“Hold still,” I take the eyeliner pencil and bring it to his eyes. He flinches back.

“No no no Naomi! This has gone far enough. Please - fucking please, no more!”

Big Love coughs loudly from the throne. Alec glances over at the man.

“Goddamnit,” Alec says in defeat.

I get to work.

In addition to being a fashion designer and dress maker, I’m a bit of a beautician. I make Alec’s complexion even whiter than it already is, borderline geisha-pale. I make those silly thick lips of his glossy and red as wrapping paper. Top it off with some Christmas tree-green eye shadow and rosy blush, and I should make this white boy pay for it!

“Getting there,” I guffaw in Alec’s heavily made-up face. “Let’s get the rest of this hair tucked up under your pointy hat!” I take a sec to do just that, and then sit back and admire my work. “You know Alli, when I was a small child, I used to have a doll that looked just like you! I was only allowed to play with her around Christmas time, she was a Christmas doll after all. You remind me of her so much. But your eyes are blue and hers were green.”

Santa clears his throat. “Bring me my new elf.”

“Let’s go,” I wink and take Alli’s trembling hand and together we walk over to where Santa Clause waits in the same position as before; leaning back on the throne, legs in front of him, big black boots crossed over the top of one another.

“Don’t you look cheery,” Big Love laughs from under his white beard. “My legs are tired elf and if we’re gonna be here all night because of you, I’m going to need some relief. Lots of it. Ever made anything before, Elf?”

Alec seems confused by the question, standing there like an idiot dressed the way he is.

“Well tonight you’re gonna make something. Something for Santa Clause. I’m thinking a foot stool.”

“I don’t know how to make a foot stool,” Alec replies.

“Ha! Sure you do!” Big Love pulls his legs back and points at the floor. “Get on your knees like a bitch and make your back straight.”

Timid as a stirring mouse Alec floats to the floor and gets on all fours. Big Love doesn’t waste any time - he lifts his legs up, stretches them out, and crosses his boots again…only this time it’s right on top of tiny Alli the Elf’s back. And damn if that bitch ain’t trembling already.

“Oh God,” Alec grits his teeth, arms shaking as his weak core and back try to hold up Big Love’s legs.

Santa Clause clicks the toes of his boots together and the sissy elf quivers.

“Come sit yo’ fine ass down in Santa’s lap,” Big Love says to me, licking his lips, “and tell me what you really want for Christmas.”

Giggling all the way I step past Alec, and I can feel his low eyes follow me as far as they can until I’m out of his line of sight and crawling into Big Love’s lap.

“Eyes on the floor, elf,” Santa laughs, adjusting his heavy legs, “no peeking!”

I take hold of Big Love’s beard and I pull it down off his face. There he is, that handsome, bull-headed young man I dated so long ago. That one piece of man meat that I’d judge all my future boyfriends against. My best friend Linda tells me I’m a size queen, but that’s only because Big Love was my first.

And this man is hung.

“There you are,” I grin, wrapping my arms around his neck and pushing the front of my bust against his chin. “It’s been too long, Love.”

I feel Big Love situate his palms under my big ass cheeks and squeeze. I giggle against his chest, making sure it’s plenty loud for Alec to hear. I glance down at the boy a tremblin’ away under those big boots.

“Damn baby you sweating!” I call down to him. “And here it was just a few minutes ago you was freezing!”

One of Alec’s hands slips against the old wood floor, and he nearly topples over. He catches himself just in time and adjusts.

“How long do I have to do this?” he shudders through clenched teeth.

Big Love doesn’t answer him. Instead, he plants that sexy sensual mouth of his against my lips and we kiss like we did when we were young. Slow, full, seductive. Both our mouths are wet as hell and I make good and sure to smack on them things. I want it to sound like we trying to suck the Christmas spirit out of each other - and I want Alec to hear every second of it.

“Goddamn these titties better than I remember,” Big Love says, pulling my red tube top down and unleashing my huge flowing breasts. He grabs them up and sucks, running that devilish tongue of his along my nipples and nibbling.

“Oh baby,” I moan, “so good. Ain’t had a real man handle me in too long!”

“You talking about the one under my boots?” Big Love asks between mouthfuls of my melons. “He ain’t know how to touch you right?”

“No way,” I giggle, “he’s like a schoolboy…he ain’t like you, Big Love. Not even close.”

Our mouths collide again and now I am getting it. He sucks my bottom lip and I suck his tongue, and the more we kiss the louder it gets and the more Alec shakes under Big Love’s size 15 boots. It’s sloppy is what I’m saying. Lot of spit. Lot of drool. Lots - of - smacking.

“Damn you got a mouth on you,” I tell Love, tapping his plump bottom lip with my finger. “And I thought that white boy down there had something go on.”

“Ain’t all I got that’s bigger than him,” Love grins.

“Oh I know that,” I giggle like crazy, “but I think I might need you to jog my memory.”

I slide off Santa’s lap so he can pull those ridiculous red trousers down to his knees. I make sure to plant my heels directly under the elf’s face as she stares down dripping a gallon a minute. There’s a puddle of sweat underneath Alli and damn it if the boy ain’t giving it his all to stay upright. His big ass is jiggling, and that green dress is riding up his back something fierce.

When that big black yule log flops out of Santa’s big britches my mind does a damn somersault. It’s flopping around on Big Love’s crotch like a baby reindeer trying to find its feet. It’s so huge and long it could fill an entire stocking on its own, with a whole other one needed for those great saggy balls.

He picks it up with both hands like he’s choking a Christmas goose and smiles. “You know what we need, Naomi?” Big Love asks.

“What’s that?”

His big ass boots lift off of what’s left of Allie the Elf and the sissy collapses to the ground. Santa stands up and puts the bottom of his foot into Allie’s back and pins her to the floor. “Mistletoe,” Love says jovially. “We need some mistletoe! And I believe there’s some just up in the loft. Be a good elf and go get Santa his mistletoe!”

Allie starts crawling away and falls over again when she gets to her feet and heads up the stairs. I notice she looks back briefly - it’s hard to miss the shock in her eyes when she sees the thing Big Love is stroking.

“Let me help you with that baby.”

We stand there together making out, and I’m double pumping his piece like I’m working a pepper grinder. His rough hands are grabbing hold of my titties and squeezing away, pinching my nipples and slapping them around a bit.

“Why don’t you play ghost of Christmas past and remind me how you suck it,” Santa whispers in my ear. “Show yah ex-boyfriend what he missed out on.”

It’s so festively naughty I can’t hide my smile when I drop down to my knees in front of Big Love and level the milk-chocolate tip of his manhood at my mouth.

“Bring it over here, elf,” Santa snaps his fingers and Alli comes over so slow it’s like he think’s the big black cock might bite him. That, or seeing me working another man is hard for him to look at. But do I care?

Hell no!

“Hold that mistletoe right over her head,” Santa chuckles, leaning his hips forward and rubbing it against my mouth. I look up and see the green branch overhead, shaking in Allie’s exhausted arms as she stands there in her dress.

“Merry Christmas to me,” I wink at Allie, and then I start sucking Santa’s fat fucking cock. I use two hands to cradle the balls while I open my throat and give the man the best head of his life.”

“Oh Good Lawd!” Big Love moans, hands on hips and letting me do all the work. “She suck yo’ dick like this elf?”

Allie stands there quiet and bashful, baby blue eyes overflowing with tears. Or is it sweat on his face? Don’t know, don’t care. I start gagging on Love’s shaft loud enough to wake the neighbors, and I’m pretty sure Allie’s trying to look elsewhere.

“Fuck baby,” Love grunts, “you keep working me like that I’m gonna cum.”

I got this man’s dick dripping with spit, bubbly drool that’s dripping down his balls. It’s running of my chin, slick and wet all over my titties. I double stroke him and take it out of my throat long enough to ask him where he wants to cum.

“Let’s make a game out of it,” Santa guides it back into my mouth and starts bottoming out down my throat.

I keep my eyes up when I suck dick so I can see him put a hand on Allie’s head and shove the boy to the floor down beside me. Now she’s staring at me with a broken heart while I give another man top in a way that she ain’t never seen before.

“When I nut Imma’ blast them big, beautiful titties, but our new house elf is gonna’ play clean up. Think of it like milk and cookies, Allie. But we don’t let nothin’ go to waste her in Santa’s Sissy Shed, so if you miss even one drop, well, I don’t have to tell you where you’re going.”

It’s nice and warm and thick when he blasts it along my tits. Fat sticky ropes streaking across my black skin, dripping between my breasts, splashing every damn way. I keep holding my melons together as he grunts and jerks over the top of me, and then I sort of juggle them for show - and that really gets poor Alli worked up, I’m pretty sure she’s not even breathing when she watches my ex cover me in his hot load.

“FUCK that’s a big load,” Santa grunts, shaking his floppy black cock out like a fire hose in my face. The man was never good with aiming and always seemed to make a damn mess, and tonight is no different. It goes without saying he got my titties, but he got my arms and neck and hair too, not to mention all them juicy wads stuck to the floor.

Alli’s staring at the mess all over my body like old Scrooge staring at Jacob Marley.

“You probably worked up an appetite being Santa’s little foot stool,” Big Love smacks Alli across the face with his half-flaccid cock and the elf yelps. “Open your mouth!”

Allie isn’t sure what to do. Her lips stay close.

“OPEN! GOOD! UGH!”

Big Love stuffs the spongey head of his cock into Allie’s mouth and milks one last drop out onto her tongue.

“Swallow!”

Allie does it, shaking, but not from the cold.

“Now clean!”

It’s too damn ticklish when Big Love shoves Allie’s face into my tits, that trembling tongue lapping up the mess stuck to my body. I laugh my ass off and I don’t stop - every time I think she’s licked it all up there’s some other wad of it stuck in my hair or running down my back, and then that tongue is back to work.

“Gotta keep Santa’s workshop nice and tidy,” Big Love tells her, shoving Allie’s face to the floor and using it as a mop for all that spilled semen. “Spit polish is the best way to get it all up, Elf!”

Allie the Elf slurps and licks away, all under Santa’s foot.

Santa drops back onto his throne without any pants on, and I join him, cuddling up as the fire crackles beside us and the elf laps at the ground.

“What next?” I whisper to Santa.

Tiny Tim

“You got cum on your dress,” I tell Allie when she stands up from licking the floor clean. “And you lost your hat! You’re very messy, you know that? What are we going to do with you?”

Allie sighs, beyond defeated by now and clearly tired of Big Love and I’s antics.

“Enough now, OK?” Allie’s pleads. “It will be morning in a few hours and then we can put all this behind us and move on…right?”

It’s funny that he’s still clinging to this idea that we’re just going to go back to being boyfriend and girlfriend after what I’ve witnessed him do tonight. Rich boys can be so delusional sometimes, it’s really so very cute.

“Put what behind us?” Big Love chimes in from his throne. “More like putting these pictures up on Instagram!”

Allie’s face goes green. “You wouldn’t do that…you said you wouldn’t!”

“You can buy em’ if you’d like,” Love grins, “I’m sure you can afford it.”

“That’s blackmail!” Alli stammers. “That’s illegal! And besides, no one will believe you anyway. Any one of those pictures could have been doctored!”

Santa laughs. “You had four hundred people taking pictures of you walking into this damn cabin! Not to mention you’re a douche bag. Who the hell you think they gonna believe when they see your fagget ass caroling naked out in the snow!”

The degraded little Elf starts begging and pleading but I can’t look at that white stain across the front of his dress for another second so I take her by the hand and lead her up into the loft for a change of clothes. I’m looking through boxes with different dates written across the top of them until I get all the way back to about ten years ago, to the last time I came to visit Santa’s Cabin before moving to NYC.

“Here we go,” I grin, rifling through piles of green and red garments, “this is just what I was looking for!”

I hold the onesie up in the air for Allie to see and she gets flustered right away.

“I can’t fit in that,” she says meekly, “please Naomi stop all this! He’ll listen to you and maybe we can go these last few hours without all this humiliation!”

“Now why would I do that?” I laugh, dangling the child sized onesie in his face. “This is the most fun I’ve had on Christmas in a long time! Now take that dress off - you done ruined it anyway!”

Santa Clause waits downstairs on his throne while I help Allie out of her current dress and into something a bit more practical. While sifting through the endless boxes that litter the upstairs loft, I found one labeled “accessories” that appeared to be from a Christmas play the town put on years ago. I helped myself to a particularly eye-catching prop and now I’m fastening it to the top of Allie’s head.

“Don’t you just look precious,” I chuckle in Allie’s face, “I think it’s time to go downstairs and show Santa what an obedient little Elf you are in your new attire.”

With her head down Allie sulks down the steps and makes her way over to Santa.

Big Love barks laughter when he sees her.

“HA! GOOD GODDAMN!” Love’s got a hand over his crotch, stroking that beautiful sleeping monster between his jolly legs. “You look even dumber than you did before! Nice hair, fagget!”

It’s quite an image seeing Allie the Elf standing there in front of a big black Santa Clause, being belittled and turning redder by the minute. I replaced the pointy hat with a blonde wig that curls up at Allie’s shoulder and makes her look just about as feminine as she’s going to get. With that first elf costume stained and ruined, I’ve got her in a children’s elf onesie from way, way back in the day. It’s green and made of spandex, it clings to every inch of her body including those flabby tits and chubby ass cheeks. It wraps tight around the crotch, covering none of her legs…but that’s what the stockings are for - thigh high and bright red, it makes a perfect match to the green onesie.

“Go and grab me two ornaments off that tree, Naomi,” Big Love nods.

I bring over two ball-shaped ornaments about the size of softballs and hand them over. Then Big Love rises from his throne and snatches the collar of Allie’s onesie and opens it, shoving the ornaments down into his chest. After a few adjustments and some finagling to get the balls in the right place, Santa crosses his arms and admires this new and improved Allie the Elf. “Would you just look at that shit!”

Allie stares down at her new “breasts” in total shock. They protrude against the latex and make very convincing assets, with the notch for the ornament hook facing outwards like hard nipples.

It hits me all at once how ridiculous this white boy looks, and I’m holding my sides hollering laughter in his damn face.

“Hahaha! Hahaha! My lawd’ Allie you look frightfully stupid! Hahahah!”

Big Love just shakes his head with a smile, and it’s obvious that Allie doesn’t know what to do with herself anymore.

“Say Santa,” I start in, “did you happen to notice the way our sweet Elf was staring at your big black Johnson while I was giving you that world class blowjob?”

“Damn right I did,” he grunts, wrapping his fat palm about the back of Allie’s neck, “this fagget’s eyes were the size chocolate chip cookies!”

Allie whimpers when her knees slam into the hard wooden floor. Big Love moves his hand to the top of the elf’s head and widens his pam - gripping the skull like a basketball and simultaneously keeping that pretty blonde wig in place.

With his other hand, Santa starts fishing that big black cock out of his red trousers.

“Oh no no no,” Allie whines, “I can’t…I already ate your cum -

“And you’re gonna eat some more,” Santa chuckles, swinging the half-hard club around before slapping Allie upside the cheek with it.

“I don’t want this!” Allie cries on, “I want things to go back to how they were…” that’s when she looks over at me with those big blue eyes surrounded by makeup, “please Naomi stop this!”

I cover my mouth with my hand and release a shrill giggle.

“Open your fagget mouth,” Big Love grunts, stroking his bloated meat along side Allie’s face. “Stop actin’ like you don’t like it!”

As Santa gets it past his lips, I check in on Tiny Tim down below.

The onesie Allie has on is made for an adolescent half his size, which is the only reason you can see anything when you look at the crotch. It’s so tight you’d see a damn tic tac stuffed in there. And that’s certainly what it looks like…but there’s just the slightest bit of movement happening in there when Love gets the first few inches of it down Allie’s throat.

“Gotta train that bitch boy mouth of yours,” Big Love says, using one hand to palm and steer Alli’s head. “Keep those pretty blue eyes up here fagget!”

It’s obvious this is Allie’s first-time sucking dick cus this she-elf is struggling. Gagging and eyes rolling around, hands fidgeting with no idea what to do. It’s cute kind of, watching her struggle like that.

And that itty bitty protrusion in the onesie is most definitely getting bigger.

I bet this bitch thinks nobody will notice. As if!

“GLECK-GLECK-GLECK-“and the elf’s throat is nice and wet! She’s struggling with all that meat but damn if she ain’t trying!

“Let me help you, baby,” I say warmly, grabbing Allie around the back of the head with both hands and shoving that cute face down about as hard as I can.

“GLECK - GRRRRRR-GLLLLUUUUHHHH”

I got her pinned to it like I’m trying to make Big Love’s piece come out the other side of her head. Just holding that sissy elf in place, three quarters of that thing crammed down her tiny throat. She’s trying to push back and get off it, but between me and Love she ain’t going nowhere.

“GLUUUUUU-GLURRRRR!”

Spit and pre-cum is spraying out the sides of her cheeks now and I see the veins standing out on her neck as she tries to breathe.

“Nom-nom-nom!” I shriek, shaking her head on it. “Don’t it just taste delicious!

“BLEH! HUUUUH!

I show some holiday cheer and let her off of it and now she’s on her knees gasping for air. Allie’s chin is slick with the mess, and the front of her damn onesie is soaked too. Big Love’s chocolate cock is swinging around like a bridge in a windstorm, and with a shake of his hips he gets it to donkey-slap poor wittle Allie right across her face. Her makeup is running, and she is getting sloppy.

“No more,” Allie says out of breath, “I’m not gay! I’m not!”

“Oh no?” I chuckle, grabbing her by the arm and yanking her to stand up. “Then what the fuck is this, fagget?”

I knuckle Allie’s pencil dick - that is, I snatch his baby hard on between the knuckles on my pointer and middle finger and tug it.

“If you ain’t gay then explain to me why Tiny Tim here ditched his crutches and is up running around town!”

Alec shakes his head, too embarrassed to speak.

“Get the fuck back down there, sissy!” I chastise him and shove him to his knees. I get one hand under his chin and the other on top his head and I wrap his lips around Big Love’s demanding dick. “Show us what a good Elf you are, fagget! Suck that big black dick! Show me how bad you want it!”

“GLECK-GLECK-GLECK!”

“UGH!” Santa grunts, hands on hips and massive balls dangling.

“GLECK - GLECK - GLECK!”

I keep fucking Santa’s cock with this sissy’s face, but I bend down and get my mouth right up in his ear. “You wanna somethin’ pathetic about this sissy bitch, Santa?”

“What’s that, girl?”

GLECK-GLECK-GLECK

“This pathetic bitch actually asked me if he could hit it raw. Can you believe that? From behind no less…”

GLECK-GLECK-GLECK!

“Behind, huh?” Santa chuckles. “Now how’s a mini candy cane like that plan to make it past all that ass?

“My thoughts exactly!” I giggle right in Allie’s ear. “But I’ll tell you what elf, I’m in an awfully cheery mood this Christmas eve…if you can get it hard enough, get it big enough to make it to my pussy - I’ll let you give it a try. Raw.”

Even with all the fucked-up shit I just said in her ear while she was blowing Big Love, I can tell that last part perked her up a bit.

“Oh you’d like that, huh?”

GLECK-GLECK-GLECK!

“But if you fuck this up, we’re done wittle guy. So you better get - it - in! Or I’m gonna have Big Love here to do it.”

GLECK-GLECK-GLECK - BLEH!

Allie the Elf is getting all dramatic again, gasping and sucking down air. I walk over to the Christmas Tree and find a pair of scissors near some discarded wrapping paper and bring them over to where she’s waiting on her knees.

“Hold still girl,” I say, pulling the spandex away at his crotch and getting the blades of the scissors around the material.

Snip.

When the onesie snaps back to her body, Allie’s rigid three-inch white penis is poking out from between a sea of green.

With a great bellow, Santa pulls the Elf up to her feet and swings his big black shaft in to face opposite Tiny Tim. It’s like an obsidian Noah’s Arc staring down a life raft. Laughing harder, Big Love maneuvers his fat black head underneath Tiny Tim and now the sad white penis is laying on top of that black beast and it barely makes it to the curve of Love’s mushroom tip.

The size difference is astonishing.

“I hate to say it Tiny Tim,” I undo the button on my jeans and start to shimmy them down past my voluptuous ass, “but God didn’t bless everyone.”

Allie turns her downtrodden face to me. I make sure to push my ass out at him as I get the jeans down to my ankles and step out of them. Then I take my time removing my outrageous, red lace thong.

“Bought these panties special for you,” I tell Allie, “But then you went and acted like a damn fool. Maybe next time you’ll think before you start acting so entitled!”

I get down on all fours next to the fireplace and pop my ass up and my lower back down. My titties are dragging on the floor, my skin is like hot chocolate swirling around in a mug. I blow Allie a kiss.

“Well this is it, baby,” I sigh, “go on and get back there. No condom necessary. If you can get it in - you can have me! But if you can’t…we are done.”

She looks so stupid standing there in that green outfit with the red leggings, blonde hair and bright lipstick, a mini-dick poking out ahead. She scuttles over to the fireplace and gets behind my two huge round cheeks.

“This idiot doesn’t even know what to do with it!” Santa laughs. “She don’t even know where to start!”

I look back over my shoulder and Allie’s staring at my ass like it’s Frosty the Snowman come to life. He can’t believe it. I spread my thighs and let him get a good look at his target, at my pink, luscious sex.

“Well what you waitin’ for?” I say. “Get in there, sissy!”

Allie puts tiny, trembling hands on my ass and she can barely get her fingers around all that juice. Getting just as close as she can I feel that cool spandex across the back of my cheeks - her body is literally pinned against mine.

And then she starts thrusting.

It doesn’t even brush the tip of my lips, folks.

“Eh!” Allie gasps weakly, giving it all she’s got. “EH! Come on! COME ON!”

That’s when I start giggling. His pelvis keeps knocking into my rearend like a cat pawing at the backdoor to come in. I push my hips back into him real firm like, giving him opportunity, every advantage.

Still nothing.

“EH! EH!” he dry pumps. “FUCKING COME ON!”

I’m laughing harder now, hard enough that my titties start jiggling and I know Allie can hear it.

“This fagget bitch is going soft!” Santa cackles. “Not that it matters - you’re a good few inches short sissy. HAHAHA!”

“He’s soft?” I guffaw. “SOFT? HAHAHAHA!”

“HAHAHAHA!”

Still she’s tapping away, trying to ignore Big Love and I but getting limper by the second. “No no no!” she cries. “I want it Naomi! I want it so bad! PLEASE!”

“HAHAHA! HAHAHAHA!”

“NO! NOOOOO!”

“Get the hell off me already white boy!” I shout and slam my fat ass backwards. It meets Allie mid thrust and sends the idiot elf toppling backwards. I stand up naked as hell and undeniably the finest woman to ever set foot in that cabin and stand over Allie with my feet out to either side of his stomach. The flames from the fireplaces are throwing shadows up my dark body, and when the elf looks up I see the fear of God in her eyes.

“We’re done, sissy,” I say definitively. “You’re just some bitch ass white boy to me now…a bitch ass white boy with a whole bunch of money that needs spending. And that’s just what we’re gonna do…”

“Naomi, no,” he cries from the floor.

“Oh yes, Allie. This cabin here needs some upgrades, so does the town of Hanston for that matter. Maybe it needs a massive Christmas ball where all the townsfolk get everything they want from Santa. What do you think of that? I bet you think it’s a great idea, baby. Know why? Because if you refuse, we post every damn one of these pictures and videos to Instagram!”

“NAOMI  NO!”

I squat down, way down, until my pussy just brushes over that flaccid worm in her lap. I feel it come back to life in instant but I’m already moving on, planting my hands on the floor and crawling across her body, letting my luscious titties drag across her face, until my knees are above her head on the floor and my cunt is inches from her eyes.

Santa clamors over and plants his feet behind me and squats low.

I can’t see Allie but I can feel those bright blue peepers glued to my sex and that jolly black cock penetrating me from behind.

“Oh DAMN,” I call out, “you see that shit, Allie? See how easy he gets up inside me? Don’t you wish you could do that, baby? Wish your dick was big enough to at least make it past my fat ass. But you’ll never know how it feels from that angle, will you? Or from any angle ever again!”

Big Love starts to really move in me, stretching me out like I ain’t been done in a long time. It feels fucking good. I’m tight as hell but I can tell it won’t be for long. When Big Love gets going, he stays going.

“You in for a long night, sissy,” I breathe. Big Love goes so deep inside me that I’m sure his balls are hanging across Allie’s neck and chin. I can hear the sad elf whimpering underneath us and I can’t help but let loose another wild shriek of laughter.

“How you like them nuts in yah mouth while I fuck yah girl, sissy?” Santa sneers, rocking on his feet in a low squat like a professional athlete. “It’s fuckin’ tight in here! I know you ain’t been getting’ this pussy! Not like me! UGH! UGH! UGH!”

“Hey Allie,” I pant, trying to look down between my titties at the 18 year old white boy getting his mind cucked out, “there’s something I never told you because you never asked…and you were never good enough to bring out of me…but I got a Christmas surprise for you, girl…Oh fuck…here it comes…here it comes…OH FUCK!”

My thunder thighs start clapping and for a minute my whole body goes numb. I raise up off that perfect dick drilling me and bring my spread lips to Allie’s face. I convulse, and then my pussy is juicing that boy down, pouring out like a damn faucet and drowning him in it.

“OOOOHHHH!” I reach down and rub my clit, making sure I’m really pressure washing her shocked face. “OOOOOHHHH FUCK GODDAMN!”

All that squirt really messes up my little elf’s makeup, but I ain’t got time to fix it right now. He lays there with a dripping frown on his face.

Santa Clause flips me over on my back, the bottom of my ass cheeks along the top of Allie’s blonde head. Then his great black sack is back in Allie’s mouth as he starts to fuck me from the front.

“Hum me a tune bitch!” Santa commands.

Have you ever heard someone hum the tune to Silver Bells with a mouthful of testicles before? Me either.

Until now.

Krampus

The sun is just coming up when the sound of a snowcat drifts up the hill and into Santa’s cabin. I haven’t had much sleep, but I know Allie has had even less. She’s in the fetal position by the smoldering fireplace, still dressed in her green tights and forbidden from taking her wig off.

Big Love walks across the cabin and opens the front door. It’s a still, quiet winter wonderland out there, and the sound of the approaching snowcat is getting closer.

“You’re saved sissy,” I lightly kick her in the side and wake her up. “Your chariot awaits!”

I join Big Love out on the porch and let him warm me up with his strong arms. Around a bend of trees come the snowcat, that big clumsy piece of machinery with teeth on the front. You can see the driver clear as day up in the cab, big white teeth in black face.

“Oh dear me,” I chuckle, “is that Maurice?”

“Sho’ is,” Big Love says, “I sent him some of the footage from last night and now he’s got his black ass up bright and early! Ha!”

I turn and look back in the cabin, at Allie stumbling towards the doorway with nothing but hope on her strange, pretty face.

“You think she can handle it?” I raise my eyebrows at Big Love. “Maurice is one mean motherfucker.”

“Only one way to find out!”

The snowcat makes it to the cabin and abruptly shuts off the engine. When Maurice jumps down from the cab his giant feet slam into the icy snow with an audible crunch! He’s bigger than I remember but still just as scary. Home boy walks around with a permanent scowl on his face never mind it’s Christmas time!

“Oh THANK GOD!” Allie shrieks, pushing past Love and I and running barefoot across the yard. The fool didn’t even remember to put her coat on or try and cover up that hole on the front of her tights. “WE’RE SAVED!”

Allie comes to a stop in front of Maurice and immediately her scantily clad body starts shivering.

Maurice takes his red beanie off and reveals that bald dome of his, huge and bulky. He takes a step forward which pushes the sissy a step back. Then another, then another….

“What are you do-doing?” Allie chatters, walking backwards towards Big Love and I. “We-we-we’ve got to get out of here! We’ve been stuck in here all night!”

“I heard,” Maurice grumbles.

Big Love and I follow Maurice and Allie back inside the cabin. I shut the door behind us.

“Good to see you again Maurice,” I wink at the big boy, “been a while.”

“Mmhmm,” Maurice grunts still walking after Allie until she’s pinned against the far wall.

“What’s going on?” Allie asks frightened, eyes darting around the room. “Why aren’t we leaving?”

Big Love joins Maurice at his side and the two of them are so large that I can’t see Allie on the other side of them anymore. “Because we ain’t done yet, Allie,” Love says. “You see, there’s one last thing we gotta do before we ride back to town like the Grinch when he returns all them presents.”

“I’ll pay you whatever you want,” Allie says quickly, “whatever the town wants they can have!”

Big Love claps his hands together. “Ain’t that just the best news? But you see, I already knew you was gonna do that. Just like I know you’re gonna fund me and Naomi a nice long trip to the Caribbean after we get off this god forsaken mountain you kept us on all night! But before we do any of that, you got one more present to give.”

“Present?” Allie looks confused. “What present?”

Maurice grabs the little elf by the neck and I almost shriek. “Yah asshole, sissy,” he grumbles.

“MY WHAT?!”

Allie the Elf somehow manages to get between Maurice’s tree trunk legs by ducking down and scrambling forward. She looks so stupid doing it I can’t help but chuckle as she scampers across the cabin and out into the morning sun. Santa and that Krampus lookin’ motherfucker named Maurice don’t waste a moment stomping out after her.

And where the hell does she think she’s going anyway!

I make my way out to the front porch and it’s an absolutely perfect winter scene in the yard. A pure blanket of white snow with tall green trees stretching out behind it like a Bob Ross painting. Except, in this painting there’s a white boy with a tiny dick in a green elf costume made for children, and he’s fallen over in the snow. A giant red Santa Clause is looming up over him, so is his brother Krampus, and they’re manhandling the little guy.

“HOLD STILL!”

“AH NO!”

“TEAR THEM TIGHTS OFF! UGH!”

“NOOOO!”

They get the bottom of that onesie torn off and bend him over on all fours in the snow. Allie screams like a rooster at dawn when Maurice takes a snowball and shoves it between her chubby cheeks. Santa already has his piece out, tapping out the rhythm to Jingle Bells against poor Allie’s face.

“IT’S TOO BIG!!!!” Allie cries out when Maurice places that Christmas monster against her backdoor. “PLEASE!”

I take Alec’s old winter coat off the rack just inside the doorway and I put it on to keep warm. Then I walk out across the yard where Allie is taking one in both ends, the color palette of it all fit for a damn Hallmark movie.

“UGH! UGH! UGH!” Maurice is absolutely destroying Allie’s virgin hole, and I can tell the poor girl is just barely hanging on at this point. Big Love keeps pace inside her throat, and it’s quite a sight to see two men of that size whooping on a white boy in an elf costume.

I squat down in the snow just as Big Love pulls his throbbing black meat out of Allie’s worn throat. I take the girl by the chin and force her to look at me - she can’t stop grimacing with that fat dick in her ass.

“It’s a beautiful morning, Alli,” I wink at her, “I think I’ll walk down the mountain myself. But I’m sure these two will get you home safe.”

“Don’t leave me,” she pleads breathlessly, trying not to scream in my face.

“Oh you’ll be fine,” I pat her on the head. “Besides, I’ve got to inform the town about what a generous person you are. I’m sure they’ll welcome you back with open arms.”

“UGH! UGH! UGH! UGH!”

“AHHHH FUCK!”

I stand up and brush the snow off Alec’s coat. As I walk away from the cabin I can hear them over my shoulder, almost see the three of them huddled together in the snow.

A mourning dove calls out across the forest.

It’s Christmas.

THE END