Santa's North Pole

It's Thick This Year

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Hi reader, the first, but not the last, Christmas story.

I hope your Christmas preparations are going well and that you are surrounded by the people you love. Take care, everyone, and thank you for making this year so much fun for me.

Kind wishes, Kate.

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I was determined to find my gift and find him. That cheapskate wanker, Santa, never delivered what I asked for, even though I kissed him at Harrods every year.

I was hunting for the North Pole - well prepared for a reckoning with Santa.

I knew he went to the Granger’s place because those fuckers always had the best stuff. I lay in wait at the stables. Where else would you land reindeer and a sleigh full of swag for a big house?

I settled in among massive sacks of carrots, which I assumed were for the fatigued reindeer hauling Santa’s cheapskate fat ass around the world. I heard a shuffling of feet and sensed a presence.

The hairs on the back of my neck bristled a warning.

“Come out of hiding, now, young lady.”

His voice was deep and commanding, but I stayed hidden in case someone else was in his sights.

“You, blondie, come out now.”

Okay, that had to be me. I’d be amazed if another blonde bimbo hid amid sacks of carrots in a freezing cold stable close to midnight on Christmas Eve. I stood up and glanced in all directions as if the whole scene were no big deal, ignoring the levitating magical sleigh and this year’s unusually fit, handsome Santa.

“There you are, girl.”

“Who? Me?”

“Yes, get out here.”

I did as commanded and swaggered out from the pallets of bagged carrots. I had the upper hand because one scream would end Santa’s secret life. But then I saw something that made me freeze, rooted to the spot, terrified.

“F-fuck… why are you holding your cock, Santa?”

“Big isn’t it?”

“Yeah! B-but w-what the f-fuck is going on?”

“I call it the North Pole. It’s quite thick this year.”

I pinched myself in case I was dreaming before confirming that Santa was indeed standing before me, holding a thick, long, gnarly cock with his fingers failing to reach around its base. I felt confused and nervous about why he had his cock out, but I stared in disbelief at the veiny monster anyway, noticing the circumcized head was thickly coated with pre-cum.

“You’re not Santa.”

“I’m the real one, Hannah. Yes, I’m Santa. Look carefully and remember when you sat on Santa’s lap.”

“You didn’t have your cock out in those days.”

“You were too young.”

“Yes, well…. I’m not anymore.”

“It’s me, Hannah. I never lie.”

“But Santa kisses me every year, and he doesn’t look like you. Also, he doesn’t have a, err, one of, umm, those fucking massive tools. I’d remember.”

Santa waved his hand dismissively.

“You kissed one of Santa’s little helpers. I have dozens of them. They vet all of the girls, picking out the choicest pussy for me to fuck.”

“Fucking, what now?”

“You’re in the running, Hannah; in fact, you’re the front-runner.”

“The front runner for what?”

“To be Mrs Claus for an hour, of course.”

My head spun, and my heart pumped like a locomotive pulling away from its platform. Santa’s cock was unfeasibly large, catching my eye far more than it should have given the situation. My pussy throbbed to be fucked by such an enormous cock while my legs pleaded with me to run a mile.

“If you really are Santa, where are your reindeer?”

“In the stalls behind you.”

Sure enough, when I turned, the nearest stall had a reindeer grazing on a hay bag. I couldn’t see the others from my angle. I’d walked past them, assuming they were horses and paying no attention.

I snapped my head back to Santa.

“You’re wanking yourself.”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“This is the final stage of your interview, Hannah. If the North Pole fits in your hole, you get to be Mrs Claus.”

“For an hour?”

“It’s the best deal anyone in the magical realm will give you. The Easter Bunny fucks three lucky girls an hour, and the tooth fairy-.”

“Stop! Please stop - you are destroying my innocence.”

“I don’t think so, Hannah… you slipped off the nice list many years ago.”

“I’m on the fucking naughty list! Why?”

“Jimmy Barclay, three years ago in his parent’s bed. Not your first time either.”

“No. I guess it wasn’t.”

I stamped the floor in deep frustration, startling Rudolph, who snorted and glanced disapprovingly. I was on the naughty list, which was no big surprise, but I always considered myself nice list material.

“How did I deserve to be delisted from nice just because of one fucking mistake?”

“It doesn’t matter, Hannah. I’ve come here to cleanse you.”

“With your pole?”

I nodded at Santa’s cock, which made a slick sound like a banana peeling as he stroked it back and forth.

“With my North Pole, honey.”

“Why me, Santa? There must be others, much worse than me, who need redemption.”

“It’s your turn, Hannah, and eventually, I will get to all the naughty girls. I’ve watched you carefully, and I think you could easily be relisted as nice. You are low-hanging fruit, succulent too.”

I eyed him suspiciously. The offer seemed too good to be true. My redemption seemed easy, and it was fortuitous that Santa knew I would be hunting him, too.

“What if I want more than an hour, Santa?”

“How much more?”

“How many days does your delivery take?”

“I take all year to deliver, although everyone thinks it happens on one night.”

“How many people are on the naughty list?”

“Millions.”

“And do you fuck all the naughty girls?”

“Yes.”

“What about the bad boys?”

“My wife fucks them, or she would if I had one, which I don’t right now.”

“What happened to Mr. Claus?”

“She left me for the Mad Hatter.”

“Oh dear. Will you remarry?”

“Would you like to be my wife, Hannah?”

“Maybe.”

“You could have anything you want.”

Santa looked sincere and had even stopped wanking for a moment. I gave considerable thought about the matter for ten seconds - being Mrs. Clause seemed a good opportunity.

“So, let me summarise. I get to marry you and have all the most expensive shit I want, like gold, Rolex and Gucci, etc, because you’re Santa and you can get anything?”

“Yes.”

“I get that big veiny cock you call the North Pole inside me anytime I want.”

“That’s it, yes.”

“And I get to choose who I can fuck from the naughty list every day of the year as well?”

“Yes, that’s an excellent summary.”

My panties were around my ankles and kicked to the side faster than butter spreads on hot toast. I advanced towards Santa’s North Pole, determined this job would be mine.

I dropped to my knees, took the steel shaft of the North Pole in both hands, and licked up and down the bloated urethra before clenching my lips around the rim of his circumcision, sucking all points of the compass.

I don’t know if I can deep-throat this monster, but I’ll try.

I was immediately hit by a wave of pre-cum musk that overwhelmed my senses, causing my pussy to drool like the tiny eye in his glans, seeping more of Santa’s frosting. I licked the smooth head of his cock, enjoying its salty flavor, swirling and savoring it in my mouth before I sucked his glans as if it were my favorite flavor lollipop, which it was - strawberry.

Who would think the North Pole tasted of a summer fruit?

I paused for a moment, twisting, then rotating my jaw, loosening everything before sliding my lips down his cock, past my tonsils, up to the backstop of my windpipe. The pulsating, thick veins throbbing along Santa’s shaft vibrated against my lips when I pushed my tongue against the bottom of my mouth to make space.

I bobbed my head back up off his cock, spat on it three times, and then went for it, determined not to surrender until I’d buried my lips in his pubic bush. I breathed in deeply before his cock breached my windpipe, then relaxed my throat, allowing his shaft clean and clear passage, knowing I’d be sore.

I would suck a fisherman’s friend later to soothe my throat.

Santa’s cock got stuck in my throat, and even when I wrapped my arms around his thighs and pulled myself on it, I could take no more.

I almost gave up when a firm hand gripped the back of my head, then another. Slowly, as if by a miracle, Santa dragged me along his shaft. His veins and every gnarl rasped my throat until I was fully impaled and could smell his pubic bush.

“You’ve done well, Hannah. Nobody has swallowed the entire North Pole before. Now we need to slide it balls deep inside your back passage.”

I choked and almost snapped the North Pole off at its source. I’d expected to take Santa’s big fat cock in my pussy and was confident I could just about sink on his North Pole that way, but never in my tiny, virgin anus.

I stared in horror at the man who would defile me, terrified that I had mixed feelings about it.

“You’re fucking joking, right?”

“No joke, Hannah.”

“Why not my nice, warm pussy hole?”

“I wouldn’t fuck that in any universe, considering the number of naughty list men who will grind that hole, depositing their cum inside there. No, no, no, Hannah, my little ho, ho, ho… Your ass is mine, and nobody else’s.”

“Fuck.”

“Do you want the job or not, honey?”

“What about lube? What will you use?”

“Blitzen Grease. I rub a special formula on my reindeer to make them slide through the atmosphere faster.”

Santa pointed at a saddle resting on a wooden horse. I mounted the saddle, ready to be fucked, hanging my ass cheeks over its back edge. Santa’s ten inches was going to hurt, but I wanted a Rolex and the chance to fuck hundreds of naughty men, so I wriggled around, got comfortable, and pointed my puckered hole high.

“Okay, I’ll do it, Santa.”

When he fingered my spangled taboo hole, I became aroused while the saddle got slippery, so I grasped a set of reins dangling from a hook on the wall in front.

“I’m greasing you up now, Hannah.”

I felt globs of grease rub around the ridges of my puckered hole before Santa slid a finger deep inside me. On the next pass deep inside my ass, he ladled more blitzen grease in with two fingers, and I felt a bung collecting uncomfortably in my sphincter entrance.

I turned to watch Santa grease his North Pole with his slick reindeer formula, leering at me, then glancing at my asshole, then at me again.

He looks fucking deranged.

When his glans probed my sphincter, I winced because his cock end was so bulbous. The soft tissues around my anus stretched, then split on his enormous girth. I had tearing, but oddly, although I knew there was bleeding, warmth and excitement soothed that pain.

“Oh f-fuck, s-santa, oh wow. Please take me a bit at a time.”

“I don’t have the time, Hannah, sorry.”

I squirmed in the saddle, fortunate I’d soaked it with my otherwise redundant pussy juice, but I was pinned into its hollow with no room to find comfort. Santa grunted twice against my pushback, forcing his North Pole deep inside me, stretching my rectum wide. Tears welled in my eyes as my beloved Santa impaled me.

“You’ll have to relax, Hannah.”

“I know Santa, but you have such a big cock.”

I developed an emotional contradiction with anal sex. I wanted more of it, but it hurt to start with.

“You’ll have to push past halfway, Santa, then I think we’ll be okay.”

My rectum screamed for mercy, its soft, warm tissue walls expanding way past normal, while Santa’s enormous cock demanded more room, stretching me so much I sunk my teeth into the leather reins, screaming.

I thought of my Rolex and a bright red Ferrari, bowed my head, and screamed more while the North Pole invaded my rectum, and Santa began fucking me swiftly. I passed my pain threshold and pointed my ass up, hoping a submissive act would get me closer to the swag in Santa’s bags.

As he pummelled my aching asshole, widening me, I relaxed and began enjoying his North Pole. I slipped a hand between my pussy and the saddle, found my clitoris, and flicked it, forcing pleasure to expunge my pain.

I exploded with pleasure, strumming my sticky pearl to take my mind off the pain burning deep inside my back passage.

I roared through my first orgasm quickly while Santa drove his North Pole in and out of my hole, railing me. I kept fingering my creamy, solid clitoris, dragging it from side to side, sliding my hand on slippery pussy juices, polishing the leather while squeezing my guts to milk Santa’s North Pole.

“I’m cumming, Hannah.”

“Thank fuck.”

I felt his warm cream slosh around inside my back passage, swelling me like a party balloon being blown up. I shot to an orgasm, shuddering and soaking the saddle with a mixture of unicorn pee and cum that dribbled over the floor.

Once his twitching subsided, Santa’s North Pole collapsed, much to my relief, and I felt his creamy load inside me unload through my gaping wide sphincter. I felt terrified that my ass would never recover to normal size.

I stood up unsteadily and looked at Santa, who smiled at me. He seemed proud.

“Well, Hannah, shall we go home?”

“Yes, Santa.”

“You pack some things, I’ll hook up the reindeer, and we’ll meet on the roof of your house.”

I skipped out of the stables in glee. My ship had come in, and my future was secure. When I got home, I leaped into my father’s arms, unsure how to break the news that I was leaving. He was dressed for the cold, which I found curious.

“Where are you going, daddy?”

“To collect the reindeer for our nativity play at church. The Granger’s stabled them for me.”

“Oh, I didn’t realize.”

“I’m so glad you’re home, Hannah.”

“Why’s that, Daddy?”

“Because a guy escaped from the lunatic asylum this afternoon.”

“Is he dangerous?”

“He stole a Santa suit and is reportedly seducing women by telling them he’s interviewing for a new Mrs Claus. There was some mention of the North Pole. Anyway, just be careful, honey.”

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