I always believed in Santa Claus even as I got older, I know it must sound a bit odd, but I just did. I still got gifts and knew he was a real entity. Last Christmas I came downstairs in the middle of the night to get something to drink and I saw him there unloading his big bag of presents and I stood there in shock as I watched him unpacking them and placing them under the tree. I gasped at the surprise of it all and he turned around. I was wearing some skimpy lingerie and I saw Santa looking me up and down. I noticed a glint in his eye and then a bulge in his red velvet pants.
I walked towards him and thanked him for his gifts each Christmas and asked him if I could finally give him a gift in return as a thank you for all he’d given me. He nodded. I sank to my knees in front of him and pulled his red velvet pants down and his boxer shorts that had a candy cane pattern on them. I took out Santa’s hard cock and it was bobbing in front of my face.
I took it in my hand and stroked it, then licked it, while looking up at his face. He smiled and gave a “Ho, Ho, Ho” as I drooled over his cock and sucked it back. I took it’s girthy length down my throat, gagging on it. I slobbered all over it and he began to breathy heavier and deeper. I knew he was really enjoying this Christmas Eve blow job. I was happy to help him after all he’d given me over the years. I sped up may lips up and down his hard shaft and soon was rewarded with a mouthful of cum. I swear to God, it tasted like eggnog. It was the oddest thing. I liked it. I soon tucked him back into his pants and gave him kiss and he flew back up the chimney. It was hard to believe it was real the next morning. Maybe it was a dream, I’ll never know.
