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"Take me deeper, babe!"
On her hands and knees between her boyfriend's legs, Joy Danser worked her jaw muscles until her mouth and throat surrounded his entire cock.
"Better," Ted Meeks groaned. He lay spread eagled beneath her on their bed. "Smooth and steady. Let's see how long you can manage."
Joy wanted to snicker. Even after two years of living together, his need to make sex a challenge annoyed her. She'd outlast Ted. She always did. Relaxing her muscles, she bobbed slowly up and down his shaft. It would only take a sudden shift in pace or a deft twist of the hand around the base of his cock and he'd be spurting down her throat in a flash. Or if she squeezed his balls just right. Or, a surefire way of making him come would be slipping her middle finger in his ass. She could win this challenge whenever she chose to.
She suctioned slowly up his shaft until she only held its fleshy crown in her mouth. Ted's hands curled around her shoulders as if he feared she might leave him. Chuckling around his cock she drifted back down its length until her lips again smacked against his loins.
Inching her way back up, she felt his hand slip between her legs and begin to palm her pussy. She blinked her eyes open wildly. All ten of Ted's fingernails dug into her shoulders. What the hell? Who the hell? She started to rear up.
A large hand pressed against her back. Easy, Danser. It's just me, Santa. You wanted to believe, a deep male voice chortled. So, here I am.
The words reverberated in her head. They hadn't been spoken aloud. She was sure of that. Santa! Damn, her job had finally gotten to her. She was going crazy. She swore she felt softwhiskers caressing her lower back and then her rump. She supervised the eight temporary Santas at the mall as part of her assistant manager position. Yes, she'd been envious of how easily the boys and girls believed and marveled when the Santas went out of their way to listen to them and please them. She'd only hired the best. Each had to have an authentic beard. It could be dyed white, but it had to be real.
My beard is authentic. You must feel that. Mustache, too.
Oh my. You can read my thoughts. His lips and mustache traced the contour of her rump. She didn't balk when he grazed the insides of her thighs. She shifted her knees further apart.
That's right. Open for me. You may want to remember Ted now and then, or even he may begin to wonder what's happening to you.
Ted! Joy hurriedly moved up and down her boyfriend's shaft before slowing her pace, trying to collect her wits while remaining keenly aware of the hands and lips on her butt.
Good, came the voice in her head. Wouldn't want to explain to him what you're really doing--playing with Santa. A tongue slid along the crevice of her butt cheeks. Have you ever played with two cocks before?
Posted November 26, 2013
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Title: Santa's Boss
Author: Adriana Kraft
Published: Exasy ebooks
Age Recommended: Adult (Explicit Sex)
Reviewed By: Arlena Dean
"Santa's Boss" by Adriana Kraft was a very good wonderful well written novella that only this author can give its readers. Who would ever think that when Joy Danser who was the assistant mall manager who wanted all of her mall Santa's to have 'real beards' giving the children the sense of belief but she never thought their would be a a fantasy for even for her. We find that Nick Polaris loved to play this part as Santa for the children, however what will happen when he was up for playing Santa in Joy's bed...Was she having a dream or what? When Joy consults the manager of the 'Magical Gypsy shop that was located in the mall will she get the answers that she was seeking after the reading of her palm?
“You say this phantom came to you while you were having sex with your boyfriend.”
Joy nodded across the tiny round table at Sophia Nardiz. She couldn’t believe she was having this conversation, but how could she expect the woman to help if she didn’t know what had happened? “Yes. He entered me from behind while I had Ted in my mouth.”
“Interesting. And you never said anything to your boyfriend.”
"And this visitor claimed to be Santa Claus.”
“That’s right. I felt his beard and mustache.” Joy shuddered.
“I’m sure you did. You look quite pleased with the memory.”
“I must be crazy,” Joy wailed. “You must think I’m nuts for sure.”
“Don’t say that, girl.” Sophia cradled Joy’s hand and Joy experienced an immediate calm spreading over her body. “What you describe is quite plausible.” Sophia smiled thinly. “You have too many aches—pleasant aches—for this to be something only in your mind. It could be someone with pyschokinesis and telepathic powers. Rare, but not impossible. I have known persons with such powers.”
“You don’t think I’m crazy.”
“Not at all. I believe you must be very special to have received such a gift.”
This is the time I say you must pick up "Santa's Boss" to see what all this author has in store for Joy. It will be one of those read you will not be able to put down until the end.