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"God, Linda, you feel so good," James groans as you mash your pussy against him, taking all of his cock and rocking on it. Your huge, soft breasts sway and bounce as you ride him, and his eyes are clenched shut as he tries to hold back an orgasm. You look up at me as my red velvet pants drop in front of you.
"You made it!" you squeal before opening your mouth to take my cock.
"Of course," I reply as I cup the back of your head and feel your lips and tongue begin to work their magic.
James opens his eyes and sees me for the first time. "The fuck are you doing here?" he asks with understandable surprise. A good 15 years your junior, is James, the age range you generally prefer--with the exception of the older fellow now fucking your mouth.
"Indeed," I answer James. "The fuck. Ms. Larkin is my last stop every year. For all the reasons you are currently enjoying." I look into your eyes. "All of me, now. Good girl," I say in Elven as you take me into your throat. Your nose touches my stomach and you whimper as I gently fuck. Then you come off me, panting, and bathe my balls with your tongue.
"God I've missed your cock, Santa. And your cum. Please fuck my mouth again. Please. Mmph...mmph mmmmm" you moan on me.
"Now fuck James," I order. Hard." You bob faster on my cock even as you begin to twerk rapidly on James's. He groans again and I remove my red fur-lined vest, step out of my pants.
"You're gonna make me pop", James grunts, eyes again clenched shut.
You ease off him and look back at him. "Too soon Mister." I agree with that assessment and help you to your feet, then guide you to your sofa, where I put you on your hands and knees.
"Fuck me Santa," you say in Elven, one of the many phrases I've taught you over the years.
"My pussy, my fuck" I reply back in that ancient tongue, and you repeat it back to me. I ease my cock into you and in moments am slamming you deeply. "My whore," I murmur, still in Elven.
"Your whore", you sigh.
"What language is that?" mumbles James, positioning his cock at your lips.
"Elven," I reply, as you open your mouth to take him. "The most ancient and erotic of tongues. Ms Larkin has learned it well."
As I fuck you, James grabs your hair, my thrusts driving you up and down on his cock. You groan hard as he slips in and out of your throat. "Take them," I growl, giving you long, deep thrusts, "take these cocks. Whore." You moan at the sound of your favorite Elven word.
"You stop here every year?" James asks.
"Every year. Wouldn't you? Who fucks like Ms Larkin? Sucks like Ms Larkin?"
You come off of his cock long enough to pant "Santa calls me his Ho-Ho-Ho."
"That's a really bad joke," James grunts. "Here, lick these Christmas balls."
Tongue out, you take broad licks on his balls as I slam fuck you. Then you take his cock back into your mouth and grunt on it with each of my thrusts. "Throat him," I order, and you do. "Santa's fuck. Santa's cocksucker." You groan again as the Elven words seep into your being.
"Tell me James - has she been a good girl this year? She says she has been, though I need to be sure. Take it, take it," I tell you, then continue. "You should see her Dear Santa letters. The elves love them. This year she wrote, 'more time with James's cock.' How'd I do?"
"You did great. Though sometimes she can be kind of a tease. I wasn't even sure she was going to invite me over until the last minute. I've never had a whole night with her."
"A whore who teases? That won't do." With a wave of my hand, a large mattress covered in red satin appears on the floor next to us, with several pillows in red and white. I withdraw from your pussy, James reluctantly leaves your throat, and I direct you to the mattress, putting you on your back.
"Legs open, sweet beautiful whore," I say in Elven. You silently part them, your eyes not leaving mine as I kneel in front of you. "Let me introduce you to the punish fuck, James. Don't be bothered by the name. She loves it. Don't you, sweetfuck?" You nod, biting your lower lip.
"Simple and straightforward," I continue, raising your thighs over my arms. "Tip to base, very hard, over and over." You throw your head back and grunt at the first of my slams. "Oh god. Oh fuck. Fuck me, fuck me," you plead as my cock pistons in and out of your drenched pussy.
"Take my cock," I growl in Elven, and your pleas for me to fuck you harder now come loudly in our preferred tongue. James taps me and takes my place, fucking you every bit as hard. Your cries for more remain in Elven. Some pleas need no translation.
"Lick," I order, my balls hovering over your warm, panting mouth, and the tip of your tongue darts over them. "Let me take them in my mouth," you whimper, and I of course oblige.
Then I tap James and take his place, fucking you steadily, deeply, though without the earlier frenzy. "Have you learned your lesson?" I murmur.
"Not on your life, Santa," you purr. "I'd miss the punishment," you add, further cementing your place atop the Naughty List.
"Ever and always my whore," I growl in Elven.
"Ooh," you squeal, "teach me that one! Something something your whore?"
"Ever and always," I reply, first in English, then Elven. You repeat it back as i quicken my thrusts. Then James fills your mouth with his cock.
"Mmmpphh...mmph mmph," you grunt at our mutual fucking. And here it is, the first wave of what I've been waiting for, the quivers and trembles in your thighs, your hips - and yes, the spasms in your perfect, pretty pussy as you begin to cum.
"MMMMPPPHHHH...OH FUCK FUCK ME I'M CUMMING," you shout, gasping as you release James's cock from your mouth. "FUCK HARD," you screech in Elven, 'FUCK HARD MAKE ME CUM MAKE ME CUMMMMM!!!!! UNNHHH....UNNNHHHH...." You quiver, shudder, shake until at last I slow my pace, and you catch your breath.
But your recovery is short-lived, as young James now wants his next go at you. Which you of course will not decline. "Let's turn her over," he says, and you moan in anticipation of the pounding you are soon to receive. You slowly crawl to your hands and knees and James prepares to mount you.
I sit in front off you, my legs to either side of your arms, my cock pointed straight at your mouth. You open to take me as I cup your head and moan on me as James enters you, fills you. He begins to pump, pump harder, and harder still, your body rocking, your breasts swaying, groaning all the while as I bob your mouth up and down on me. For long minutes there is nothing but the sounds of moaning, skin slapping, and your slurping on my cock.
"God I love fucking you," James groans through gritted teeth, your pussy clenching at him.
"As I said, James...there is no one like Linda Larkin. The end." Then to you I murmur in Elven, "You were made for cock. Made for fucking. Made for sucking. Tell me so."
You breathlessly come off my cock and reply in Elven, "I was made for cock. Your cock." You groan as James reaches for your clit, then continue. "Made for fucking. Fucking you. Sucking you. I was made for your cock, Santa." Then you take me in your mouth again and bob rapidly, noisily.
I reach under you and cup your tits, pinching your nipples between my knuckles. James's fucking and tickling of your clit is bringing you near to cumming again. Your body trembles and you are whimpering your pre-orgasm whimper, my favorite Christmas music of all.
"FUCK!" James shouts at the ceiling, his eyes clenched as he unloads into you. Your orgasm follows immediately, brought on by the throbbing of his cock as he cums, and your pussy clnches him as you cum with him.
Holding your head in place I fuck your mouth. "Get ready," I say in Elven. "There'll be a lot. All of it." Which is a superfluous order. In all these years, you have never missed a drop.
"UNGHH...UNNGGGHHH...yes, all of it" I growl in Elven over your moans as you swallow greedily. "My sweet naughty cocksucker." You moan again and yet again as my cumming subsides, until you have drained me.
"Mmm...peppermint," you sigh. "So tasty." James, draped over your back, raises his head as if to ask 'really?' but cannot summon words.
You bite your lower lip. "Better not pout," I remind you.
"You didn't cum inside me?"
"That privilege and pleasure belongs to James tonight. And this is your Christmas present, James. Call her names, go down on her relentlessly, and she will fuck you all night."
"Thank you Santa," he mumbles. Then he snorts. "Jeez. Long time since I've said that."
"Thank you Santa," you mew.
"Merry Christmas. Be good to him. Which is to say...well, I don't have to tell you." I wonder if James really knows what he's in for, lucky fellow.
Probably not. As I rise to dress, you are already tickling lightly, nibbling and licking at his ear, whispering all manner of naughty to him. He groans as if spent, but his cock is stirring.
In Elven I say, "Next year, just the two of us."
You gaze at me and whisper, "Ever and always your whore, Santa."
One more wave of my hand and sparks fall like snow on the two of you. In the morning, James will have no memory of my visit.
But you will, of course, and you will soon find the present I've left in your tree. The elves really outdid themselves, for in the long slender box you will find a new dildo, a candy cane striped replica of my cock, the curved end of which will serve as a clit tickler. You will also discover that if your pussy clenches it just so, or you moan a certain moan when it's in your mouth, you'll be rewarded with blasts of my peppermint cum.
You will fuck it, suck it, moan and plead with it all year, until I return again for you, next Christmas.
