The Night Santa Came Early

By Cassidy

Cassidy never imagined her life would take such a shocking turn when she caught Santa’s eye during the holiday rush. With her luscious ebony skin, ripe curves, and flirtatious smile, she was used to turning heads. But the jolly old elf’s desire was unlike anything she’d ever encountered.

One fateful night, after closing her bakery, Cassidy walked home through a snowy alley. Suddenly, a husky “Ho ho ho!” made her jump, and strong arms encircled her waist. She struggled against the unfamiliar grasp, but it only tightened.

A deep, rumbling voice whispered, “You’ve been naughty, haven’t you, my sweet? Come with me, and I’ll make you the most well-stocked girl in town.”

Terrified and confused, Cassidy found herself whisked away to the North Pole. She was brought before a mighty, bearded man in a crimson suit, whose twinkling blue eyes seemed to glow with carnal hunger.

This was her captor. Santa Claus himself.

“I know what you’re thinking, my dear,” Santa purred. “But think of all the gifts you could give – or receive. Be a good girl, and I’ll pack a sack so abundant, your friends will envy you.”

Cassidy’s defiance faltered under his magnetic gaze. She’d never wanted for anything, but the tantalizing prospect of unlimited treasures was hard to resist.

“Well, Santa?” she asked softly. “What exactly do you have in mind?”

“Oh my,” he said, eyes roaming freely. “First, let’s get these clothes off you.”

Santa’s rough hands made quick work of her garments. The cool air kissed her bare skin, leaving her trembling and exposed.

“Perfect,” he growled.

He lifted her onto the desk, spreading her legs, savoring the sight of her glistening need.

“Open up, cookie. It’s time for Santa to taste.”

Cassidy surrendered, breathless, her body answering before her mind could catch up.

By the time he pulled back, she was shaking, pliant, and undone.

“Are you ready to seal our bargain?” Santa asked.

She was.