Her Night With Santa by Adriana Herrera
Chapter 2
Farnaz
Only I, Farnaz Castillo, could manage to have my worst nightmare and wildest fantasy happen at the very same time. Because unless I’ve come so hard I’ve fallen through a portal and landed in a super sexy parallel universe, a literal wet dream is standing by the bed I’m currently completely naked on. Well, other than my snowflake themed nipple clamps, that is. And because I can always, always, make an embarrassing situation utterly humiliating, I open my mouth.
“If you’re part of the amenities, my answer is yes. Yes please, festive butch fantasy. I would very much like to have whatever you’re offering.” I slap a hand over my mouth and see she’s struggling not to laugh. I tend to have that effect on people, and thankfully my butch Santa seems to have a sense of humor.
God she’s smoking hot too. She’s tall, way taller than I am. Her platinum blonde pixie cut and icy blue eyes are striking. She’s slender, but imposing in her red jacket, which is open, giving me a view of her black lace bra and very toned stomach. Her wide-leg pants have the same white fleece at the hems as her sleeves. This is definitely some kind of Santa suit.
Maybe he makes his staff wear them as a uniform? Although if she’s staff, she must be way high up because she definitely looks like she’s in charge. I’d let her order me around. Woof. I would so let her show me who’s boss.
She grins and, okay, I said that out loud.
“Who exactly are you?” She asks as she puts her hands on her hips and I’m legit close to drooling.
“Um…” I’m a little tongue tied, but how am I supposed to think clearly when I can see rosy nipples through the delicate lace of her bra?
I let my eyes do what they’re going to do, because she’s looking at me too, looking hard. And you can absolutely take a spin on these curves anytime sexy Santa. Her eyes roam down my body and I can tell when they land on my pussy. My grooming is always on point and that very narrow landing strip is perfectly trimmed.
Just because I’m not entertaining regularly these days doesn’t mean I’m letting go of my bi-monthly Brazilian appointment. And since she’s looking so closely, I lick the pad of my thumb, and let my hand slide down to the spot at the top of my mons were the seam starts. I press down enough to get a jolt of pleasure and get exactly what I was aiming for. My sex goddess licks her lips like she’s famished, and my pussy’s the only thing on the menu.
NowI’m ready to answer questions. “My name is Farnaz Castillo. My uncle knows Mr. Kringle, and he said I could stay here tonight.”
At the mention of the proprietor of the villa my mystery woman snaps her gaze back up to my face. “Who’s your uncle?” She asks, that commanding tone of hers making every single nerve in my body sing.
I guess we’ll keep pretending I don’t have snowflake clips on my tits or that my wand is still vibrating on the bed. Maybe we can make it a game. I’ll start playing with myself as I answer her questions, and we’ll see who caves first. I probably will, I’m already so aroused my clit’s on a hair trigger and with her giving me all those stern looks, I’ll go off in a second.
This is risky because she didn’t look happy when she walked in on me, but she hasn’t thrown me out either. And we both know that even if I have taken some liberties with how I availed myself of the house, the owner did invite me. So yeah, I’m going to play a little.
I pull on the little chain connecting the clamps and answer her as a shiver courses through my body. “Melchior, he’s one of the—
She holds up a hand, and nods, her gaze fixed on my hands. I’m kneeling, and with my thighs spread she has an exceptionally good view of how wet my pussy is at the moment.
“I know Melchior.” She says tautly, as she considers me for a second. Her lush red lips are slightly open and her blue eyes are boring into me. I feel like a morsel about to be eaten, and I really hope that’s what she’s thinking. But after a moment she shakes her head like she’s forcing herself to focus back on the conversation. “And Kris Kringle told him you could stay here?”
“Yes,” I nod. “I’m only here for tonight. My flight got cancelled because of a snowstorm, so instead of driving the five hours back to Santo Domingo, my uncle called Mr. Kringle. Do you work for him?” I ask and she looks genuinely surprised at the question.
“I don’t work for him, I’m his daughter. I’m Kristina Kringle.”
Oh shit, I just got caught masturbating by Santa’s daughter…on his bed.
She still looks intense, but maybe not mad? I confirm my theory when a second later she points at the little silver snowflakes currently clipped to my boobs and gives me an utterly filthy smile. “Snowflakes?”
Oh…Santa wants to play. “’Tis the season!” I grin and give my shoulders a little shake, eliciting a very hungry sound from the blonde as she stalks over to the bed.
Kristina
I’m absolutely fucking this woman. There’s no way that’s not happening. At this point the only thing keeping me from leaning in and pulling her to the edge of the bed—so I can put my mouth on that glistening pussy—is the fact that this was all orchestrated by my father.
Not that I don’t already know why he did it. My dad’s been on a campaign to get me “coupled off” for years now and this is probably his non too subtle way of taking another stab at ending my bachelorette era. Although I doubt his plan involved me finding the surprise guest he dropped on me splayed on my bed like an offering. God, I’m dying to look at her ass. And I know her nipples will sting when those clamps come off. I want to do it myself. Let those pretty brown peaks free from the tight clips and massage them until the circulation comes back. Then I’d flip her on her stomach and tongue her tight little cunt until I can hear her screaming again, this time for me.
“Ms. Kringle?” Fuck, I need to focus and to clear the air. She is a guest in my house and this situation’s awkward enough without me standing here thinking about sucking on her tits while I finger her.
I wave off the formality. “Call me Kristina,” She smiles, and I notice that her mouth is perfectly kissable. Full brown lips with a hint of pink. I want to bite them.
“Okay.” She cants her head to the side taking me in, and my hands tingle with the need to touch her. “I’ve never really met any of the Toy Runners or their families, other than the Three Kings. It’s nice to meet you, Kristina.” She grins as she says my name, and damn I want her.
“Under the circumstances it seems like first names are in order.” I feel a smile tugging up my lips too, and she’s right, the Toy Runners are very discreet about their lives. I only met her uncle once I was acting as Santa. “I wasn’t expecting company, but you’ve made quite an impression.” I tell her as I lick my lips and she responds with a sly grin that makes every muscle in my body tighten.
Maybe my father knows what he’s doing, because the exhaustion from just minutes ago is a distant memory now. My skin feels tight with anticipation. Raw need flares under my skin, and what I want more than anything is to get naked and in bed with this woman and lose myself in her for days. And the way she’s looking at me as she palms her pussy tells me that she might be down for that suggestion.
“You’re catching a plane in the morning.” I say, and she nods.
“Yes, mid-morning if it’s safe to fly. I can get out of your hair though, I thought I saw another bedroom.” She doesn’t sound thrilled with that idea and with the way my fingers are itching to pluck on her nipples, I can’t not offer her a more enjoyable way to spend the evening. And I will offer. I ask for what I want. Always. You don’t step into the role only men have filled for a thousand years without learning to speak your mind.
I place my fists on the edge of the bed, so that our faces are only inches apart. My heart thumping hard on my chest. “You’re welcome to stay in one of our guest bedrooms. We have three.” I show my teeth at the way her eyes keep veering down to my breasts and popping back up to my face. She’s adorable, and if she’s up for it, I plan on spending the rest of the time she’s here making her come. “But, there’s another option.” I suggest, running my tongue over my bottom lip.
“Yes?” She asks eagerly as her very generous breasts move up and down with her fast breaths. Her pupils are blown, and I think I know what her answer will be before I ask.
I make a show of looking at my watch, and then at her. “If you’re leaving mid-morning that means you have about sixteen hours before you have to head out to the airport, and I can think of a few ways we can put some of that time to good use.” I wink, and her breath hitches making my nipples pebble inside my bra. I can feel the hard tips rubbing against the lace. I’m so fucking turned on. But this gorgeous girl is not going to be outdone by me. She leans in so our faces are practically touching.
“That’s a very appealing offer, Kristina. But I’d like to hear more.” She says and I feel her reach for something. In the next moment she’s got her wand in front of my face. “You see, I had a few things planned. To keep myself busy. And I’m very very good,” she whispers, “At playing on my own.” Her voice is tight for that last part, when I finally cave and pull on the chain between her breasts.
“How about we start by sitting you on the edge of this bed,” I suggest placidly, “So I can take care of this hungry little cunt. I bet you’re clenching already. You’re dying for a good tonguing, aren’t you?” She moans and leans into me, and I catch her lower lip between my teeth. Her thick black hair is all over her face and it’s like we’re under a blanket, kissing in the dark. I let the tip of my tongue run over the seam of her lips and she opens for me. And then our tongues are tangling as we lean into each other.
I pull back, see her flushed cheeks and want to go right back in for more kisses. “So we have a deal then?” She smiles wickedly and without saying a word slides that luscious ass to the edge of the bed, then plants her feet on the bench and spreads her pussy with two fingers.
“You were saying?”
This is a much better plan than sitting around watching movies. She’s mouth-watering—pink and brown dewy petals. I want to bury my face in her heat and not come up for air until I’ve made her come on my tongue. I go down on my knees and without any preamble swipe my tongue along her slit.
“Mm…yeah lick it, baby.” She tells me as she lays back on the bed and starts fucking my face. She’s eased right into this and I love it. My own pussy’s throbbing. I can feel my labia tightening with my arousal. I use two fingers to hold her open and with the tip of my tongue make slow lazy circles around her clit.
“Like this?” I ask her, already feeling her thighs quivering.
“Mm that’s so good. Suck my clit, please. Do it hard.” She begs and I oblige as her juices flood my tongue. “I’m gonna come so hard.” She moans. “You’re excellent at eating pussy, Kristina. I’m going to make such a mess.”
Her mouth is so dirty, and I almost wish I could record her filthy litany for posterity. I squeeze my thighs hard, and after one long lick I pull back to look up at her. Through the vee of her legs I see that she’s playing with her tits. “Don’t stop.” She cries. “I’m almost there…” She’s literally panting and grinding her hips into the mattress, so I do the only thing that makes sense. I thrust two fingers in her hungry cunt and with my other hand slap four fingers right over her clit.
“Oh shit.” She wails, bucking into my hand. “Yesssss. God, do that again.” I do it, twice, then a third time and feel her walls clamping on my fingers like a vice. Her asshole is clenching too and just because I can, I tug on the end of her plug and fuck her with it while I smack her pussy hard. “Oh, this is too good, please, baby lick me again. Flick it with your tongue.” At this point I’d do whatever she wants. This is so dirty and hot, and fuck, just what I need. I go in again, wrap my lips around her clit and suck on it, and soon she’s shaking with her incoming climax.
“Ah, ah. Your mouth. I fucking love your mouth.” She whimpers through clenched teeth as I lash her with my tongue. Once her cries die down, I lean back to admire my work. She’s a mess. Saliva and her pussy juices are smeared all over her thighs and her ass. I gently pull out the plug as her breathing evens out. And I want to go right back in and do it again. I’m still not clear on why exactly my father orchestrated all this, and we will definitely have words about him just offering up our house without telling me, but I can’t deny this feels like exactly what I needed. I have to kiss her again. I place a kiss on the little nub I’m now obsessed with, on her mons, her navel, I swirl my tongue on her nipples as I gently take off the clamps.
“Ooh that’s gonna hurt.” She says breathlessly, but I’m already soothing her. Sucking on one nipple and then the other, my fingers worrying them softly to ease the sensation. “That feels nice. You’re good at that.” She says, as I suckle her.
“Mm.” I hum in agreement, as my hips grind into her trying to find some of that oh-so- fucking-good friction. I’m seconds from coming even with all my clothes on.
“Come up here, kiss me.” She urges me, pulling on my arm. Even if my father didn’t intend it this way, this gorgeous, horny angel is the perfect Christmas gift. I never think about gifts for myself this time of the year. It’s hard to get hyped about presents when my whole life is about what other people want, but this is what she feels like. The perfect present.
I steal my tongue into her mouth as she grips my ass. “You have too many clothes on.” She says, as she tugs on my jacket. “Not that I’m not basically living out a fantasy getting fucked with you in this suit, but I want to see what you’re hiding under all that wool.” She sounds so merry and I feel my own chest fill with light. “I bet your pussy’s slick. I want you to grind your clit right into mine.” She moans and I shiver at the idea.
“You have a lot of dirty ideas.” I tell her while we work together to divest me of my pants and jacket, and she actually preens. Soon there’s a pile of red and white wool on the floor and I’m down to my bras and thong.
“Wow.” She says as she lies back, taking me in. I’m straddling her thighs, which gives her a pretty good view of my torso. She runs a finger over the tattoos on one of my arms. The cursive script in a single line from my shoulders to my wrists. “Are those names?” She asks, and her fingers on me feel hot, I’m burning all over for her.
“Yeah,” I say and lean in to kiss her. Those full lips are impossible to resist. I just want to put my mouth on her at all times.
“Whose names?” She asks, and something sparks in my chest at her eagerness to know more about me.
“All the women and men in the Kringle family who have worked to bring toys to children.” I say, after sucking on her bottom lip. Her hands are roaming over my back, and her touch soothes and sets me on fire all at once. “Everyone thinks Santa’s just the guy who rides the sleigh, but there’s always been a partner there helping make things happen. My parents were a team, and now,” I stop there, feeling a little self-conscious of revealing who I really am. The fact that Santa’s a woman isn’t a secret among the Toy Runners, but what goes on in the North Pole isn’t exactly for public consumption. And even if her uncle knows my dad, she may not be privy to the details. The old timers are tight lipped when it comes to how they do their magic during the holidays.
“And now…” She says, bringing my attention back to her.
“And now that I’m the first woman to ride the sleigh, I wanted to honor them. To remember that every time I take up the reins, I’m doing it with all the ones who’ve kept it in the air for hundreds of years watching over me.”
My heart beats hard, and I don’t even know why I’m nervous. But we’ve built this easy intimacy and her knowing who I really am may change that. When I look at her, the smile she offers up to me isn’t cheeky, or lascivious. It’s open and sincere.
“I wondered if the rumors were true, Uncle Mel never confirmed.” She says, taking me in. “I can see it.” She pushes up her hips and her naked pussy rubs deliciously against mine. Her eyes widen as if she’s just realizing something. “You were hot before, but now that I know you’re a badass trailblazer who’s the stuff of legend, mmm.” She actually licks her lip like I’m the tastiest thing she’s ever seen.
“We’re going to fuck so many times before I have to get on that plane.” She declares, before bringing her hand to her mouth and sucking on three of her fingers. “Can we do it on the beach?” She asks, as she slides the edge of my thong to the side and starts rubbing lazy circles on my clit. I moan in response, lost in the shocking pleasure of her touch.
She hisses as she works me so fucking good. “Ooh, you’re so wet. Dripping on my fingers. I bet this pussy tastes so sweet.”
I nod as her fingers worry over my engorged nub, my gaze locked with her. “You’re dying to put your mouth on this cunt, aren’t you? Greedy.”
“Oh yeah.” She says as I rock into her hand. “I’m going to want some of that soon. But first I want to make you come, just like this. I want look at you.” She starts to move her hips in earnest, and the friction is like a strike of lightning on my spine. I lean down to kiss her, as we move in unison. We shift and turn in almost perfect synchronicity until we lock in and our pussies are rubbing against each other at the perfect angle.
“Ah.” She gasps. “My wand’s good, but you have moves, Santa. Harder.” She urges me, as I press myself to her, my hips are grinding so hard against her that I feel beads of sweat forming on my brow.
I love this raw, frantic fucking and I honestly can’t remember the last time I felt this free. Like I’m lit from the inside. And looking at the heat in Farnaz’s chocolate brown eyes, seeing how into this she is, makes it all that much better. Before I know it, I’m doing it. It’s not something I usually do the first time I’m with someone or even the second. But in a way Farnaz is part of my world, even if not directly. And I want to be fully here with her. I close my eyes and press into her so she can feel it when it starts.
“Fuuuuck.” She gasps, her eyes huge. “Are you doing that?” She asks through gritted teeth as her hands grip my hips. I nod and her grin gets huge. “Oh my god, you’ve got a self-heating pussy.” Her mouth opens in a silent “O” of pure bliss after she says it.
“I’ve got a self-heating pussy.” I say with a wink and thrust against her in earnest.
“Holy fuck. You are the perfect woman—
Her words get cut off as her orgasm slams into her, and the gush of liquid that spills from her gives me the slick I need to get there myself. I bite off a few curses as I ride out possibly the most intense orgasm of my life, and finally slump into Farnaz’s soft and welcoming body.
Her eyes are closed, but she’s smiling and one of her hands in gripping the back of my neck. “I can’t feel my body from the waist down right now and need some food and fluids. But then we’re taking this whole operation out to the pool.”
I press my own grin to hers and kiss her hard. “Food then more sex. Perfect Christmas day.”