Here Cums Santa's Cock
Copyright© 2025 by Freya Gersemi
Chapter 32
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 32 - Cynthia and Katie troll local malls for holiday dick. Sounds like fun? Well, it is!! I wanted to end my first year as an erotic fiction author with a bang (over a dozen bangs, to be precise!). This involves cowgirl, BBW, spanking, gang bang, lesbian, first time male, cheating husband, mature, MMF menage a trois, anal, cunnilingus, masturbation, dual penetration, facial – there’s a lot going on!!! One chapter posted each week. eBook available over at Bookapy.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Consensual Lesbian Heterosexual Fiction Cheating Spanking Gang Bang Anal Sex Double Penetration Exhibitionism First Facial Masturbation Oral Sex BBW Big Breasts
Cynthia cooed, her warm breath tickling Santa’s ear, his soft beard tickling her cheek. Santa helped her lay herself prone across his lap, her round ass sticking up in the air. Santa looked at it and quickly decided that he had never seen such a perfect ass as June’s. Of course, the last ass that he had spanked across his lap was also the most perfect ass he had ever seen. As were all of the asses before that.
Santa took one of his gloves off and with a sharp sting, Cynthia felt his hand slap her left cheek, followed immediately by an equally sharp slap on her right ass cheek.
Katie listened intently for any untoward sounds from her girlfriend.
“Oh, Santa!” Cynthia spouted, “I’ve been extremely naughty this year!”
“Well then, I think you need to be taught a lesson, young lady,” Santa roughly told her. Then in a softer, gentler voice, he added, “June, do you know what a safe word is?”
“I do, Santa.”
“Great. Our safeword will be Rudolph,” Santa told her. “Because your ass is going to glow bright red by the time I’m done with you.”
“Oh, Santa!” Cynthia giggled.
‘Tomorrow, I need to bring earplugs,’ Katie thought, trying desperately to ignore the sounds of skin on skin, giggles and laughter, and filthy dirty-talk between Cynthia and Santa.
After the spanking session, the actual sex was mercifully short. ‘Mercifully’ from Katie’s perspective, at least. She put her book down and stood up. This was Cynthia’s cue.
“Thank you, Santa,” she purred, dragging her finger across his hairy barrel chest.
“My pleasure, June,” Santa replied, heaving himself out of bed. He was good at taking hints. “Thank you,” he told her as he started getting himself dressed again. As he was putting his hat on, he nodded to Katie. “And thank you, miss. It was a pleasure. I can see myself out.” And he was gone.