Christmas Night Santa Learned I Run The LIST

Here’s What I Remember About That Night

I was thinking of what happened on Christmas night. Here’s what I did. The house is fucking dead silent. It was the kind of quiet that makes a woman like me feel every damn beat of my own heart. The air felt thick with the ghost of pine and cookies, which kept me awake. As I lay down, rubbing my feet together and finally drifting off, I hear something.

At first, it was a soft thump. I was sure it wasn’t the house settling when I heard it again. But the third sound that followed was heavier and deliberate. That’s the one that made me shoot right up in bed. I slip out of bed in my baby pink, lace-backed cami with matching cheeky boy shorts.

Carefully, as my bare feet softly hit the cool as I walked to where I now hear more steps on this Christmas night. As I peek around my living room doorframe, that’s when I see him. A broad back, red suit, and a fluffy white ball on the tip of his ridiculous hat. Santa was kneeling underneath my soft white light, Christmas tree. There he was, placing gifts just for me.

He wasn’t just placing any gifts for me either

These were sleek black boxes with gold lettering. Pipe dream, Doc Johnson, We-Vibe, etc. I leaned against the doorframe and a slow, wicked smile spread across my face this Christmas night.

As I looked, Santa didn’t know it, but he awakened a naughty idea that would land me on the naughty list for years to come. He just placed an arsenal of kinky things under my tree. And I’m going to use them on big ole Santa.

This stupid, jolly bastard had no idea. As I stood there gathering my thoughts, I cleared my throat. He froze once he heard me, which is what I expected. Then he slowly turned around, all wide-eyed with a ho, ho, ho. Even in my nighttime wear, I am a show stopper.

As he looks me up and down, he starts to stammer out something. Saying my name clearly as day and turning to leave. A lie about being in the wrong house. But the big dummy had already stuttered my name.

It was like he could read my mind on this Christmas night

Santa looked as if he was about to shit a fucking candy cane. I then inform him that those gifts aren’t just for me. They’re for US! The first game we’re going to play is “Get On Your Fucking Knees”. I walk up to him slowly. Then I grab the straps of his overalls and pull him down to the ground.

This Christmas night in the moonlight, I turn around and without pulling my cheeky boy shorts down, I sit on his face and start grinding. Boy, did that beard feel amazing against me. Before long, I got so lost in it that he fell backwards. After that, I saw that his dick was hard but I wasn’t done making him worship my ass.

I pulled my shorts down and rode his face and big white beard until he made me cum hard THIS Christmas night

I stood up, like the sensual big titty dom I am, and grabbed a gift from under my tree as he lay there. He was out of breath from worshipping me.

Clearly, he’d been a very, very naughty boy. I tell him. As a result, naughty boys need to be treated as such. I turned around to face him and make him stand to undress. I tell him to do it slowly.

While I stroke the lubed-up strapon that I am now wearing. This Christmas night, it’s time for me to give him a present that he will never forget. After he undressed and stood there naked, a Grinch-like smile spread over my face. I walked him by his dick to the couch with the wall mirror behind it. After getting ready, I made him watch as I fucked his bussy so good that he wasn’t just saying ho, ho, ho. He was screaming it loudly.

Thank you Romi, on this Christmas night!! Making him my Trained Sissy

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