17. Chapter 17

It’s freezing cold. I don’t understand how his dick can feel cold and hard. Everything is so wet as he pumps in and out of me. Suddenly I’m empty and then I feel something warm and moist wrap around my clit. The warmth is painful in the most delightful way, as it shocks the cold his cock left behind. I squeal, overcome with pleasure at the way pressure is building in my clit. It feels like I’m going to come, but my core is still numb. What did Sexy Santa say earlier about a punishment? I try to remember, but I think I was too busy staring at his giant bulge. I can feel the soft, distant pull of my orgasm building. It sends me into a blissful haze. My eyes squeeze closed and a primal moan escapes my lips.

“That’s it, my naughty little reindeer. Tell Santa how good he makes you feel.” The masked man says.

“Sexy Santa,” I say unfiltered, “You make me feel so good. Your dick is so cold and hard.”

He laughs and so do I. I don’t know why we are laughing, but the masked man’s laugh turns maniacal and I immediately stop laughing.

“That’s adorable, Hazel.”

The way he says my name is intoxicating. I immediately want him to say it again. “Hmmm,” I giggle, flirting with him.

He smiles down at me, his perfect teeth are as white as snow. His lips are full in all the right places and his eyes, they glint with a dangerous darkness that only makes him irresistible. My sudden attraction to him is insatiable. I want him to watch me; I want him to touch me. More than anything, though, I want him to fuck me hard with that enormous cock of his.

“That wasn’t my cock, darling. When I stuff this big dick into that tight little pussy, you’ll know, and you’ll beg me to destroy you.” He rasps in a husky tone, filled deep with need.

“Then what was it you stuffed me with, Sexy Santa?” I ask, genuinely interested in knowing.

He holds up a very large icicle, its as thick in diameter as Tyler’s dick. He was fucking me with an icicle. Masked Santa is kinky. I hope I’m not dreaming because, fuck, I want him to be real. I try to think of the last thing I remember, but if this is a dream, it’s not one of those where you can manipulate the storyline. I’m left to question if any of this is real.

“Should I do it again, and get you nice and numb so I can slide my dick inside? Are you ready to take Santa’s big dick, darling?” He asks.

Unashamed at how good an icicle felt, I nod my head yes eagerly.

“What’s that, Hazel? Remember, you need to use your words, or I’ll be forced to withhold your orgasms from you.” He means every word of it.

I correct myself and purr, “I want you to fuck me with the icicle, please.”

“Look at you, begging so good,” his deep voice rumbles. “How about I eat that pussy while I fuck you with the icicle?”

He doesn’t wait for my answer. “Yes, please San—“ Is all I can get out before his mouth encircles my clit.

His tongue dipping into my entrance, tasting me, then pulling away. Only for the warmth of his mouth to be replaced with the shocking cold of the icicle sliding thick side first into me. I groan, opening my legs, longing to feel his mouth on me. As if on cue, his warm soft tongue glides over my clit, sending waves of pleasure through me. I can feel my pussy clenching the icicle. The heat from my core is melting it, making things extra wet.

Sexy Masked Santa fucks me with an icicle while licking and sucking my pussy until I come hard everywhere and then he tosses it to the side, steps out of his boots, removes his pants and surrounds me with his body. His arms land around the deer I’m laying in and his body covers mine. He drops to an elbow while still maintaining eye contact, then reaches down with one hand to slide my knee open wider, positioning me in a way where my hips are wide open and ready to accommodate him.

I can’t feel anything but cold and numbness for a minute, but then I feel the pressure of his head pressing against my entrance. It’s just as big as I thought it would feel. He’s never going to fit inside of me.

“Relax, my naughty little reindeer, let me fill you up and pump you full of Santa’s seed.”

Once again, he doesn’t wait for my response. He rams into my pussy in one hard thrust. I feel pain at first but it’s more of an uncomfortable feeling. His cock is just as hard as the icicle, but it’s burning hot and pulsating inside me like a vibrator as it rams in and out. One. Two. Three more passes, and I’m coming. My hot cum thaws my frozen core, sending a sharp rush of pain through me as he switches arms. Reaching down between my legs to stroke my clit, he pounds into me.

I’ve never felt anything like this before. The sensation of being stuffed so full that my pussy feels as if it might burst is amazing. I’ve never felt this kind of full and I don’t want it to end. My eyes squeeze tighter as he builds another orgasm up, before sending its waves washing over me again. This time I only squirt a little but it’s enough for him to hiss, “Oh-my-fucking-god.”

He’s going to cum. I can feel him getting harder and longer inside of me, and it makes my pussy feel as if it’s being torn open at the seams. He pumps me harder and faster. My toes are curling, my back arching—then when I think I can experience no more pleasure, his hot cum shoots deep inside of me, filling my pussy full of him. I come again, my walls squeezing every drop of cum from his spent cock.

I scream for him. “Yes, Santa. Please, Santa. Oh my god!”