by Bull  

Santa had his list and he'd checked it twice. He knew who was naughty and
who was nice. He loaded his huge bag of goodies on the sled and hitched up
the reindeer. After getting his traditional good luck blow job from Mrs.
Claus (no big deal literally, like many fat men, he was pretty tiny down
there) he was ready to go spread joy throughout the world. He called out:
"On Rudolph, on Dancer, on Prancer, on Donner and Blitzen. On Cupid, on
Comet and Ralph, Igor, Lance, George, Fred, Percy, and whatever the rest of
you are called!"

What with both his bag and his girth growing each year, he'd had to add
several more reindeer just to get airborne. How was he supposed to remember
all their names?—"They're just a bunch a friggin' deer anyway." Besides,
when they couldn't cut it anymore they just ended up in Mrs. Claus'
excellent venison stew like Dasher had this year. Vixen was made into some
primo venison sausage. Why get all attached to your food?

"Damn that fucking old fart is getting fat!" Thought Rudolph as he led his
mates down the runway. "Someday I'm going to kill that bastard! But before I
do, I'm going to shove that whip of his right up his fat butt! I have to
drink until my nose glows just to put up with his crap. Jolly ol' man, my
ass! He's a fucking control freak! Him and his big list, deciding who gets
presents and who doesn't. Well, la-dee-da! Who in the hell made him boss
anyway? He sure as shit ain't in the Bible! God damn, fucking, fat son of a
bitch!"

Once in the air, this "loving" team of man and beast headed South. As the
deer gained altitude (Hey, with all the "magic" mushrooms they had eaten,
they could go as high as they wanted!), Santa started hearing something
inside his head. It sounded like a little girl crying:

"I'm all alone, and nobody loves me! Santa doesn't even know I exist. I'll
never have a merry Christmas."

Then nothing but sobbing. Who was this little girl and where was she? He
circled a minute trying to get a fix, then started heading for the Montreal
area where it seemed to be coming from. As he continued on that heading the
signal got stronger, he was on the right track. As he flew over the area, he
spotted a large dark mansion atop the highest hill outside the city. There
was no doubt the crying was coming from there so he headed down.

The mansion had a tile roof covered in ice and snow. As the sleigh landed,
there was nothing for the deers' hooves to hold on to and they skidded
across the roof into a stone wall. "God damn, mother-fuckin'
son-of-a-bitch!" yelled Rudolph. "Fuck, that hurt!"

Santa climbed down from the sleigh, tied the reins to the base of the
satellite dish, and reached in his big bag to get a smaller shoulder bag of
toys and goodies for little girls. He headed for the chimney. Just before he
started to shimmey down, he turned to the reindeer and said: "Stay, you
sum-bitches!"

"Yeah, bite me!" said Rudolph. "Where the fuck are we going to go anyway!
You tied us up on this freakin' frozen roof out in the middle of nowhere.
You go on down and get all warm and cozy, you fat bastard! We'll just stand
around out here and freeze our fuckin' asses off!"

Santa touched his nose to trigger his magic. To get down chimneys, he grew
tall and thin. However, since he couldn't reduce his mass, it seemed each
year he had to grow taller to fit. At just over 20 ft. he was able to snake
his way down. Naturally, there was a fire going at the bottom. "Christ! What
do these idiots think when they build these fuckin' fires?" Luckily, his
suit was made of Nomex. Once at the bottom, and out of the fire, he touched
his nose again to reassume his natural, portly shape. As he dusted himself
off, he heard a voice, a very sultry voice with a french accent.

"Oh good! I see you made it. I was wondering how long it would take."

He turned to find the sexiest woman he had ever seen standing about 10 feet
away. She was dressed in a skin tight,purple full-length latex sheath dress.
It was split up the front, off center over her right leg, to mid-thigh. The
neckline plunged all the way to the waist. Only the tightness of the
material held the two perfect C-cup breasts inside the confines of the
dress. Almost half their mass was exposed. She had on black stockings,
purple six-inch heels, and black latex opera-length gloves. Her flame red
hair graced the sides of her exquisite long neck, and elegant jaw line. A
diamond necklace and matching earrings completed the ensemble.

The woman in this outfit was magnificent, fantastic hourglass figure, and
the face was to die for. He couldn't decide if the mouth or the eyes were
the best feature. The mouth was pure raw sex! She had unbelievably cruel
lips covered in bright red, wet lipstick. The eyes were hypnotic. They were
bottomless dark pools under high, wicked brows.

"Have a seat. I fixed you your favorite treat."

Santa looked to the side of the fireplace and saw a large leather LazyBoy.
On the table beside it was a large glass of milk and a plate of chocolate
chip cookies. He sat down and began munching away. He studied this living
wet dream more. As she slinked her way towards him, he blurted out, with his
mouth still full of cookies spewing crumbs: "Who are you?"

"I'm Bianca." The vision said as she approached.

She stretched her leg out to hit the lever on the side of the chair,
reclining it and popping out the foot rest. As Santa laid back, his host
knelt at his feet then proceeded to slither up his body. Once she reached
his head, she was pressed up against his entire length. As a rubber covered
hand tickled one ear, he felt her scalding breath and hot, wet tongue bathe
his other ear.

"And I promise, I'm very, very good!" And with that, she began to snake her
serpent tongue deep inside Santa's ear while slipping her other gloved hand
inside his pants and grasping his member.

Soon, the viper in her mouth penetrated through the ear canal and into
Santa's brain. While it did its triple function of injecting venom,
stimulating the pleasure centers and feasting on the control portions of the
brain, Bianca gave Santa the best hand job anyone had ever received. The
combination of Bianca's skill, the venom and the brain stimulation drove
Santa insane with desire. His normal 4 1/2" erection was a full 7" and
growing. Then Santa heard that hypnotic, seductive voice of Bianca inside
his head.

"You want me, don't you? You want me more than anything you've ever wanted!
You can have me. You can have me anyway you want me, but you have to spend
the whole night with me. I'll make you feel things you never thought
possible. But I'm no quickie. If you want me you have to stay the night."
"No!" Santa moaned. "I can't. I have to take the children their toys. Can't
we just have a quick one now and I can come back after I've finished?"

Bianca didn't answer him. Instead, she opened his pants and pulled out his
engorged cock. While keeping her serpent deep in his brain, she straddled
Santa and slipped his dick between her legs. Keeping the cock between her
cunt lips, but not letting it penetrate her, she began sliding up and down
along its length. Her teasing was driving Santa crazy! He'd never felt a
pussy so hot and wet.

"Come on Santa! You know you want it. Just say yes and I'm all yours, all
night. It will be better than your wildest dreams. You will never forget
this night. I promise, I'll change your life forever."

Santa couldn't take it any longer. Fuck the little rug rats! He had to have
this bitch! He'd been doing the toy gig for too long anyway. What did he
ever get out of it but a frostbitten nose from riding around at high
altitudes in December at night in an open sleigh, and a burned ass from all
the damn fireplaces? Fuck 'em all!

"Yes! Ill do it! Give me that sweet pussy of yours."

With that, Bianca slipped his dick inside her and gave him the ride of his
life. Between her tongue and her pussy, she literally fucked his brains out.
She rode him for an hour, using her muscle control to keep him on the edge
but not allowing him to cum until his face was beet red and he was puffing
like a locomotive. When she could tell he could take no more, she began her
milking action. He blew his wad, but that wasn't enough for Bianca. She kept
milking him, using her vagina like a machine. With the venom still being
pumped into his brain and all his pleasure centers being stimulated, he kept
cuming for 15 minutes. His heart was just about to burst when he passed out.

When Santa awoke, he was naked and lying on his back in the middle of the
floor. He had no idea how he got there or what happened to his clothes. He
closed his eyes and thought about what he had just done. He felt no remorse.
All he felt was satisfaction. That was the greatest fuck of his life. He
heard a sound and looked up. There, standing over him, her feet on either
side of his head, was Bianca. All she had on were her heels, stockings and a
black latex waist-cincher to which the stockings were attached.

Bianca looked down at him and said: "I promised you a night you would never
forget. I brought in some friends to play with us. Say hello to Fankie and
Ilse. They are… wait, it's a surprise. Let's just say they are very oral."

With that, Santa felt two pairs of lips and two tongues going to work
between his legs. He leaned up so he could see over his belly and saw the
tops of two women's heads. One was a very cute, playful-looking Latin number
with henna-colored hair. She was licking and nibbling his dick. The other
was clearly Germanic with short-cropped platinum hair and blue eyes. Sexy
and dangerous-looking at the same time. She was doing the same things to his
balls.

"That's Fankie up top and Ilse below." :Bianca said.

They were doing a real number on him. Despite his recent ball-draining, he
was getting extremely aroused. This was better than his hottest wet dream.

"Three gorgeous babes doin' me, un-fuckin'-believable!"

"While they're entertaining you, I think I'll get comfortable." With that,
Bianca began to kneel, lowering herself until her cunt was right over
Santa's face. She looked down at him and said: "How about a late night
snack?" Then she sat down on him.

"Shit!" Santa thought, "I've died and gone to heaven!"

Bianca, reading his thoughts, laughed to herself. "No, you fat pig." She
thought: "Not even close!"

With Fankie now engulfing his dick while Ilse had both his nuts in her
mouth, Santa was going ballistic. He went to town on Bianca's delicious
cunt. He had never tasted pussy like hers. Hot, wet, sweet and tender. A
muff-diver's dream. Of course, as he did so, he began to ingest large
quantities of her venom-laden juices. Between that, and the action down
below, he became even more turned-on than before when Bianca fucked him.

Like Bianca, the girls were expert at taking him to the edge and keeping him
there. They knew that they were not to allow him to cum until Bianca was
ready to get off too. So Bianca continued to ride his face, while the girls
kept him right at the brink. Santa's brain was boiling. He couldn't get
enough of Bianca's pussy or the girls' mouths. He was caught in a
mind-blowing dichotomy. He never wanted it to end yet he had never wanted to
cum so bad in all of his life.

Finally, Bianca felt the waves of delight building. She was getting close.
Just before she was about to cum herself, she said: "Now girls!" On command,
the vampyres extended their fangs and bit down on their respective object of
affection and injected their own venom before feasting.

The brief, sharp pain did it for Santa. He exploded in ecstasy.
Simultaneously, Bianca's own orgasm overtook her. As the vampyres' venom
reached his brain, Santa was caught up in the rapture. As he swooned in the
pure pleasure of the act, so did Fankie and Ilse, nothing compared to the
mix of blood and sperm. As they drank this concoction, they, too, achieved
their own bliss. While above them the banshee wails of Bianca, the Queen of
Hell, filled the mansion.

After that night, no one saw or heard of Santa again. The last vestiges of
Christmas innocence was lost. Christmas became a purely commercial event
except to a few diehard religious zealots.

And what became of the jolly old fat man? Well, after the four-way described
above, Bianca fulfilled her promise "To change his life forever." As Santa
lay on the floor semi-conscious, Fankie and Ilse literally ate him … or at
least his manhood. Fankie consumed his prick while Ilse feasted on his
testicles. After his neutering, Santa was put on a strict diet of Bianca's
venom. He also got regular loads of Bianca's nano-demon workers injected
into his body by Bianca who would conjure up a 12 inch phallus and fuck him
up the ass daily as he hung from the ceiling in chains. The nano-demons had
a very important assignment from Bianca. Over a period of several days he
was transformed into quite a lovely girl!

Epilogue

Bianca sat at on the make-up bench in her boudoir. She was preparing for a
big night on the town. But before she finished getting ready she wanted some
special treatment. She rang the bell that was sitting on the counter. In a
few moments in came her new chambermaid dressed in a short black PVC maid's
outfit complete with frilly white petticoats, apron, cap, short gloves,
black fishnet hose and eight-inch heels that forced her to walk on her toes.

"Sandy, there you are!" Bianca said as she turned around and sat facing away
from the mirror. "Come over here. I need you to 'relax' me." And with that
she stood up and bent over and raised the hem of her dressing gown exposing
the naked butt.

Sandy, the faithful servant that she was, minced her way over and dropped to
her knees, burying her face in Bianca's ass. As she pleasured her Goddess'
asshole, Bianca spoke: "Aren't you glad you came to me that night? You are
so much happier now. And you don't ever have to ride that nasty old sleigh
again." All Sandy could do was mumble her agreement in Bianca's cunt. Bianca
went on: "Well I have a surprise for you. I've brought an old friend yours
here to play with you. Now don't look up, you just keep doing what you're
doing."

As Sandy continued licking and sucking Bianca's rosebud, she heard an odd
clicking sound as someone approached, like heels on the tile floor, only it
sounded like two pair. Then all of a sudden she felt a sharp pain in her ass
as whoever it was jammed his cock in and started butt fucking her. At first
she howled in shock and disapproval, but as the mystery guest continued,
despite her reservations, she began to get into it. Before long she was
hunching back to meet the thrusts and mewing her pleasure in Bianca's ass.

When Bianca felt Sandy's enthusiastic response, she spoke: "I knew you would
enjoy a visit from your old pal, Rudolph! And he brought all his reindeer
friends along. So you just get comfortable down there, 'cause it's going to
be a VERY long night!"

MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL, AND TO ALL A GOOD NIGHT!


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