The Naughty Girl

Noelle was just pulling out the last batch of Christmas cookies from the oven. Her house smelled amazing as she sang and dance to her favorite Christmas songs while decorating her cookies. She loved this time of year, it was her favorite holiday after all.

Her parents are the ones to blame for her obsession with Christmas, having named her Noelle after all. She thought she might as well live up to the name. Despite being 23, she still believed in Santa Claus, Well, rather, she KNEW he existed. One Christmas Eve, when she was about 15, she decided to find out the truth once and for all about the jolly old elf. She was already giddy so staying up wouldn't be an issue. When she heard some rustling downstairs, she quietly made her way out of her bedroom, past her mother's room, and down the stairs. And there he was, in the middle of her living room, Santa Claus himself.

When she first laid eyes on him, she let out an audible gasp. He turned around and saw her, halfway down the stairs, peeking through the beams of the railing. Instead of getting angry with her for being awake, he simply chuckled, and told her to go back to bed. She didn't protest. She got what she wanted, the solidarity that he was indeed real.

She often thought back to that memory very fondly, sometimes too fondly. Her father left them while she was very young, and it often felt like something was missing from her life. She needed a strong man to take care of her needs. So this year, she concocted a plan.

This was her first Christmas in her new house and she lived alone. She was still single, having not yet found the right partner. Every time she thought she met a nice guy, they just couldn't fulfill her needs and she always felt like something was missing. More often than not, she was left to finish herself off, and what always got her to cum was the thought of this plan being carried out.

Once all of the cookies were iced, she looked for the time. It was going on 9:00, and she still had to get ready. She placed the best looking cookies on a fancy holiday platter and headed upstairs. Noelle was a very pretty girl, so not much had to be done in order to tempt Mr. Claus, but that didn't stop her from going all out. Lashes, blush, highlight, bronzer, everything. And not to mention the lovely red lip stick that made her lips look so luscious and kissable.

The make up itself took an hour, but she still had plenty of time left to do her hair. She decided to just leave it down and loosely curl it since it was going to get messed up anyway.

Ugh, I can't wait, she thought to herself as she pictured herself on all fours, him pounding her pussy as he pulled her hair. She could feel herself getting wet and the urge to rub one out was almost unbearable. But she had to resist. She wanted all of her orgasms to be from the real thing tonight.

When she finished her hair, she took a second to look over herself. She opened her silk robe to reveal her naked body. Her face looked absolutely jaw dropping, and her breasts were the definition of perfect. Her natural perky double D's held their own and will look amazing in her special little outfit she bought just for Santa.

Eat your heart out, Mrs. Claus, she thought as she played with her quarter-sized nipples, making them hard and visible as she covered her body once more with her silk robe. That old hag could never satisfy you the way I will tonight.

She looked over to her special outfit hanging on her bedroom door, if you could even call it that. It was merely strands of red silk fabric made to hide only the necessities, and barely at that, and that's what made it perfect. With the bow well placed on the chest area, she was going to be his present this year, and she could barely wait for him to rip her wrapping right off of her.

Having been lost in thought for quite some time, Noelle hadn't realized how much time had passed. She looked at her phone for the time to see it was already 11:30. She had to finish getting ready now in order to get the living room ready as well. She quickly disrobed and carefully slid into the sexy lingerie. Her pussy was already hot from anticipation and excitement. She was finally going to live out her fantasy that she had for years.

After heading downstairs, she brought the cookies and a glass of milk into the living room. She began lighting all of the candles and set ablaze the logs in the fireplace. She knew this wouldn't affect Santa when he came down her chimney. The fire temporarily goes out as he enters and re-ignites when he is safely out of the fireplace. Plus, fucking him by the fireplace was always part of her fantasy.

Her grandfather clock read 11:50 when Noelle turned off all the lights. She had to find a place to stay out of his immediate view while also looking like the vixen that she is and not the silly child she was back when she had her first encounter with him.

She decided to lounge on her love-seat in the corner. Just as she got comfortable, she heard the very familiar sound she heard long ago. The footsteps on her roof made their way to her chimney and Noelle was practically bursting with anticipation. She wanted him, needed him, inside of her.

Then, she finally saw him as he dropped into her fireplace. The thud made her heart skip a beat. Her pussy was drenched at this point. He climbed out, stretched his back, and went over to the milk and cookies. From what Noelle could tell, it looked like he hadn't aged a bit since the last time they met.

As he was just about to take the first bite out of one of her cookies, she said in her most sensual voice, "Hello there, Santa. It's been a long time."

He jumped a little at the sound of her voice. He didn't think anyone would be awake. He slowly turned around to find the woman he met so long ago when she was a little girl. But she had definitely grown up since then. Her huge breasts were practically bursting from what little fabric she had on and her curves could make any man harder than diamond, and Santa was no exception. He couldn't take his eyes off of her as the cookie fell from his hand.

"Noelle? Is that really you?" he asked as he did his best to hide his huge erection, slightly ashamed that someone other than his wife could stir these kind of emotions out of him.

"Yes. I'm so happy you remember me. I've missed you ever since we met. You give me so much joy, and I want to give you a little present of your own tonight," she said as she rose from the love-seat and slowly glided over to him, making sure to sway her hips to further his arousal.

Santa was visibly affected by her actions and couldn't help but stumble over his words. "A gift? W-what kind of gift?" He couldn't stop staring at her voluptuous chest. He couldn't remember the last time Mrs. Claus's looked that good. She was young, firm, smooth, and in every way sexy.

"Well, how about you sit down for this. I want to take it nice and slow. Now Santa, what do you think of these?" she said as she undid the top part of her outfit and let him get the full view of her perfect breasts. Santa's jaw dropped. It's been so long since he seen young, beautiful breasts. He was so conflicted. He wanted so badly to remain faithful to his wife.

"I don't think we should do this. I have a wife, who I love. Look, you are a lovely--"

"She doesn't have to know, baby. It can be our little yearly secret. C'mon, can't you be naughty for just one day a year?" She said as she knelt down between Santa's legs, completely naked now, and slowly trailed her hand towards his crotch. She could see the huge, visible tent in his pants, and she smiled knowing she caused it. "I know you really, really want to," she said as her hand caressed his cock through his pants. When he didn't push her away, she knew she had her answer.

"Oh, my..." he said as he leaned his head back. He had the power to stop time, so this could last for as long as he wanted and nobody would know, not even his wife. Noelle was just too tempting, so he will enjoy it while he can.