Joey: Christmas can be an amazing time of year; all the gifts, the wonder and joy and, of course, spending it with those closest to you.
This year, I decided to take a trip with my sister to a Winter Cabin for the Christmas period. We arrived and there was deep snow everywhere. The cabin roofs were covered in a thick layer of snow, the trees were white and it was a pure Christmas picture!
“It’s lovely!” Wendy jumped with glee as she kicked around in the snow “I think Santa must live somewhere near here, right?”
I had to chuckle and nod “Yes, probably somewhere close by, I’m sure.”
Wendy has quite an innocent outlook on the world. You all know she’s a bit of an airheaded Bimbo but the way she looks at the world always amazes me.
When we were kids, we were told that Santa only gives gifts to good girls, so we should be good all year; do as we are told, be nice and polite, that sort of thing and Santa would bring us gifts at Christmas.
When I grew older, I was told that the story of Santa wasn’t real; it was just to keep children from being bad children around Christmas time. I had already worked that out for myself at that time. For me, as I grew older, the story of Santa Clause didn’t make sense. Like, how does he get to visit EVERYBODY in one night? How does he pay for all those gifts? That sort of thing. So when I was told he wasn’t real, I just replied “I know.”
However, when Wendy was old enough to be told she reacted differently. She just laughed and replied “Yeh right!” and walked off. I spoke to her about it a bit later and asked her why she didn’t believe Santa wasn’t real. How does he get all around the world in one night?
“Pfft easy!” She grinned with her hands on her hips “Magic!”
“Magic?” I asked in response
“Yeh Magic. You know there are a lot of things we don’t understand in the world, like, you know, magnets and televisions, things people have no idea how they work, so.. Magic! Santa is like a Magnet, no one knows how he does it so must be Magic!”
I found myself hiding a giggle at that response but she was so confident with her answer.
“Ok, so how does he afford to buy all those gifts for people, must cost a lot right?” I asked
“Oh he gets paid a lot for doing those appearances at Malls and such, everyone thinks they are not the ‘real’ Santa but they are and he gets paid for that and don’t forget he owns KFC too and that is big business. He’s like a gazzionaire or something.”
She thinks Colonel Sanders and Santa Clause are one and the same? Um, yes, yes she does!
“C’mon now Wendy,” I told her “Santa is just a story grown-ups tell children to make sure they are good. “ But she still wasn’t having it.
“It’s not a story, he’s real! But yes, he only brings good people presents!” She huffed at me.
So I asked her the question that I thought would have shut her argument down entirely;
“Then why doesn’t he bring gifts to adults and why do they have to buy their own gifts for one another?”
Without a pause for thought, as if she had already given this a lot of thought before I even asked it, she replied;
“Because grown-ups are bad! When they grow up, they start doing bad things, like being mean to poor people, breaking the law, telling lies, and stealing stuff and Santa stops bringing them presents. They then have to buy their own presents or they wouldn’t get any. But instead of saying ‘oh I am now a bad grown-up, I must start being good again so Santa comes’, they tell themselves that Santa never existed in the first place, so it doesn’t matter if they carry on being bad!”
The innocence of airhead logic!
I stopped trying to convince her then and every year, even though she didn’t get any presents from ‘Santa’ any more, I always got a couple of gifts for her secretly and marked them up as “To Wendy, From Santa, you have been such a good girl this year, but don’t tell anyone I gave you these.”
I just couldn’t bring myself to tell her anymore and as we grew up, I always gave her a few gifts from ‘Santa’ just so she knew she was still being a good grown-up!
Considering being a ‘good girl’ is a matter of perspective. I think you’ll all agree Wendy is a very ‘good girl’ and most certainly deserves her presents from Santa.
This year, however, Santa was going to deliver his gifts personally!
I had arranged for a visit by Black Santa, someone I had convinced Wendy came to visit only Queens of Spades for being ‘good girls’ and I was looking forward to seeing her reaction as Black Santa gave her his ‘gift’ this year!
It was Christmas Eve and we were playing party games together when there came a knock on the cabin door. I told Wendy to go answer the door and when she opened it, there stood a big black Santa!
“Have you been a good Girl this year Wendy?” He chuckled. I couldn’t help but smile but Wendy was grinning from ear to ear “Oh yes Black Santa, I have been super good; I have done what I was told, been super nice and been making sure to make people happy for sure!” She turned and beamed brightly at me.
“Well then, I have a present for you Wendy, would you like that?” He chuckled again
“Yes please Black Santa!” and she happily welcomed black Santa into the cabin. She skipped with excitement across the room, her little red and white skirt fluttering around her thighs as she led Santa in front of the fireplace.
“Kneel down in front of me Wendy and I’ll give you your gift!” He grinned through his fake white beard.
She did just that, with big blue eyes looking up at him wide with expectation and excitement. I leant down and rested a palm on her shoulder “Oh exciting, you must have been extra good this year.” I laughed lightly. I always got a kick out of seeing my Bimbo little sister excited and happy, she was just so adorable when she got excited.
Black Santa looked up at me and grinned though his beard and said “Oh and don’t worry Joey, I heard you have also been a very good girl this year, so you wont miss out either!”
I smirked up at him and nodded “Oh I’m sure!” I knew what was coming and as Santa reached for his fly, Wendy started to get even more excited!
Santa pulled out a huge, thick black cock from his red pants, even flaccid it hung like a horse and he had wrapped a red ribbon around his shaft. “Happy Christmas you little slut!” he chuckled as Wendy’s eyes turned into dinner plates!
I’ll admit, even I was stunned at the size of that cock! When arranging this, I had just asked a friend if they knew anyone that could play the part of black Santa for us and they just said “I have a few names”, so even I didn’t know who was behind the beard but as I saw that hefty slab of black cock twitch in Wendy’s palms I thought to myself that my friend had really nailed it!
“Oh My God!” gasped Wendy as she stroked that twitching goliath of a black cock before looking up at me from over her shoulder. “I…I don’t have to wait until the morning to play with it do I?”
I smiled down at her and shook my head “Of course not, I think you have been such a good girl this year, you can play with one of your presents before Christmas morning, don’t you?”
Black Santa sat himself down on the chair beside the fireplace and tapped his knee for Wendy to sit upon. She wriggled her ass down onto his knee and started stroking Santa’s huge black dick. He held her firmly by her narrow waist and chuckled. “Such a good little slut!” He chuckled. “Now tell me Wendy, have you been good to every big black bull you have met?”
She nodded enthusiastically with a wide smile on her plump pink lips.
“You have sucked their big black dicks and let them fuck you whenever and wherever they wanted? Like a good Queen of Spades?” He asked.
Again, Wendy Nodded “Of course!” She replied happily, smiling adoringly at Black Santa.
“Even if you didn’t know who they were?” he added.
“Yes sir!” came another enthusiastic reply. The entire time, Wendy was running her soft, delicate hand up and down that massive cock laid across her hip.
“And how many black bulls have bred you this year Wendy?”
That one she had to think about for a moment, I could see her trying to count in her mind, “um.. 4!” She answered. I even had to do a mental check and, yes, she was right! She was already pregnant going into this year with number 5, as was I. It seems the only math she can do is ‘baby’ math.
Santa pretended to not be too impressed with that figure as he grumbled “Only 4? You think you can do better next year?” Wendy pouted a little and nodded slowly “I am sorry Santa; I bred was by others as well this year but next year I will try to have more black babies, I promise!” She smiled at Santa!
“Good girl!” chuckled Santa, approvingly as he tickled her hip. “Remember, good girls don’t break their promises!”
She was hanging on his every word. She was so proud of herself for Black Santa’s approval and made promises to be even better next year! She was just so happy to be sat on his lap.
“I wont break my promise Black Santa, you’ll see! Next year I’ll be bred by even more black bulls than this year!” She squealed with delight as she softly squeezed his cock in her palm.
“Good Girl!” Santa Exclaimed “Let’s make a start on that promise shall we?” He smiled through his white beard. Wendy beamed even brighter and wiggled on his knee “You mean….?”
Santa chuckled and nodded “Yes Wendy, It’s time for your present, let’s put your first black baby of next year into your belly!”
Wendy couldn’t believe her luck and she turned to face me with wide smile and baby blues flashing with excitement.. “You hear that Sis? Black Santa wants to breed me! Weeeeeee!”
I was busy snapping pictures with my camera as Black Santa shifted his position and moved Wendy over onto his lap, his two large hands under her pale thighs and lifted her up into the air. She leant back against him with one arm while her other hand helped to guide that wide black crown towards her tight little pussy.
I could see her struggle and strain to take that huge cock. She grit her teeth and scowled as she wriggled her hips, slowly working that massive cock deep into her. Holy Crap, that cock was huge!
I continued to snap, knowing these would make great mementos of the year Black Santa put a Baby in her belly and maybe we could make some money with these on the porn market too!
I watched as the huge cock bulged out her stomach, then her torso as she worked it deep inside her and, once that dick was balls deep inside her, Wendy rode that length for all she was worth!
Pure excitement and happiness on her face as Santa moaned and groaned through the entire experience.
Wendy smiled brightly at the camera as Santa thrust his hips up towards her stretched pussy. His crown lodged deep in her fertile guts. Wendy came a couple of times on that fence post of a dick. Her squeals of delight run out through the cabin. The bulge in her torso rose and fell as she enthusiastically rode Santa’s cock until he came.
She came once again as thick ropes of seasonal spunk splattered her inner walls. Wendy’s body twitched and shuddered, her voice squealed and moaned with pleasure as Santa emptied both sacks up into my bimbo sister.
With cum dribbling down Santa’s shaft, pouring from Wendy’s impregnated pussy, she smiled brightly at me and giggled “I hope Santa comes more than once this year!….”
Santa panted heavily as he slouched in the chair. He eased Wendy off of his cock with a loud, sloppy ‘plop’ and his wet dick slapped her belly with a loud wet slap. Wendy was high on happiness and excitement. She rubbed her belly as she sat on a panting Santa’s knee again.
After a moment or two, it seemed Black Santa was ready for round two and he turned to Wendy and smiled “Good girl, I look forward to seeing how much of a good girl you are next year but now, I think your sister wants her present!”
Wendy hopped up from his knee with a gleeful giggle and skipped over to me “Your turn!” she squealed with excitement and held out her hand to take the camera from me. I stood up and seductively sauntered towards Black Santa.
“Good girl, so eager to please!” He chuckled, “Think I’ll give you a ‘gift’ as well, you have deserved it this year.”
“Oh yay!” giggled Wendy as she clapped her hands “Santa is going to knock you up too sis?”
I cast a look over my shoulder as Santa pulled me in close and I wrapped my hands around his spunk covered cock “I hope so” I purred playfully.
I was commanded to get on all fours in front of the fire and spread my legs. With my head down and ass up, legs spread wide, Santa stepped over me, leant forward and aimed his huge slick cock towards my eagerly presented pussy.
He started to work that massive crown into me, stretching me wider and wider until his crown popped inside me. “Fuck, you girls are so fucking tight!” He grunted. He forced his cock in deeper, working his way inside me further and further.
I grunted and groaned as he stretched me wider and deeper. I could feel his fat crown working its way up into my guts. Wendy giggled and took pictures the entire time. That was one massive black cock he was forcing up inside me!
He then leant forward, reached out and pinned my head to the floor. Stepped one foot over my leg and began to slowly deep drill me. My pussy squelched as his cum covered cock slowly started to piston in and out of me. He took long, deep strokes. Wendy got some great shots of the length of Santa’s cock about to fill me up. I couldn’t help but grunt and moan as I felt him work his way deeper and deeper inside me.
Eventually, as I was pinned to the rug, I was emptied out and then refilled with thick black cock as his pace quickened. His heavy balls began to slap harder and harder against my folds as he forcefully gave me every last inch of his massive dick.
“H..Happy Christmas you soggy cum rag!” He grunted through gritted teeth. “Soak it all up, you slutty cum bucket, every last …DROP!”
It seems he got the memo about how to treat us and by now, he was really getting into the swing of it. So I gasped a reply..
“Y..Yes Santa, cum inside this seasonal slut… breed me!”
And he did! With one last strong thrust, he drilled that huge cock deep into me until his balls slapped against flesh and unloaded a heavy load of Christmas Cum deep into my fertile uterus. Those little Santa Swimmers must have swarmed my unprotected egg and I know it was just as eager as I was to get one to fertilise it!
Santa continued to take turns on us both for the rest of the evening. He pumped us so full of cum it just flowed down our thighs like thick ropes of paste.
Wendy still saw him as Santa but his act dropped about an hour into the fuck-fest. He started to really call us degrading and objectifying names and almost forgot the role he was supposed to be playing.
Still, Wendy was more that ecstatic that she got bred by Black Santa and we all had one wild Christmas Eve!
Just like last year, we headed towards the New Year with another black baby in our bellies and we couldn’t have been happier with our ‘gifts’!
A little into the new year we started to really show our baby bumps and our diaries started to get super full with ‘pregnancy porn’ shoots once again.
I thought you might enjoy a quick snap from one such shoot; “Baby bumps and gangbangs”, where we were fucked by over fifty men in one day in an old hotel lobby! That was fun for sure but as you can see, Santa really did give us both a gift!
Hope you all have a wonderful Christmas and please, don’t forget to look in on those within your community who are on their own this year. Christmas can be a rough time of year for those without anyone, so please, be a good neighbour and put a smile on someone’s face this holiday season.
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