HoHoHo

Ho-ho Ho

Steve double-checked inside the oversized sack. He had a small roll of bubble wrap, some packing tape, his phone and keys. A glance both ways down the hall proved that no one was around. He slipped the key from his white glove and put it in the door, which opened with a satisfying 'click'.

I don't know why more people don't think of this.

The only problem with the Santa costume was the lack of pockets. Otherwise, it made him virtually invisible this time of year. Better still, the hat and beard covered enough of his face that if he had been caught on camera, somewhere, there was nothing for facial recognition to work with.

Steve slipped around the door and into the room. The padded outfit meant he had to open the door a bit wider than normal, but so what? That part helped to mask his body type. All anyone would know would be his height. Maybe.

It helped to be friends with the landlord's daughter. Of course, he was stuck in friend-zone territory, but he'd found a way to make up for that. She never noticed when the spare master key went missing for a day. Steve made sure to return it on the floor under the table right next to where it usually hung. When it turned up missing, they would simply assume it had fallen.

All of the apartments in the building were rented out to students from the college. Perfect for Steve. Most of them were young enough that they didn't think in terms of security. And if they stayed here, rather than on campus, daddy had enough money that they should have plenty of higher end small and mid-sized electronics that he could parcel out to the pawn shops a few towns over.

Steve turned on the light and glanced around the living room. And immediately cursed his luck. The girl who lived here had some nice stuff but, aside from the large TV bolted to the wall, it lacked portable electronics. He thought he might find at least a blue-ray player or game system. If he didn't know better, he'd have thought she'd already been cleaned out.

With a shrug, Steve headed towards the bedroom. A chick might not have a game system, even these days. Blue-rays and other entertainment system upgrades had been replaced by streaming, so no real surprise there. Her laptop was probably there, along with any jewelry.

Steve's eyes widened the moment he opened the door to her bedroom.

Jackpot!

While most of the room was set up like a typical bedroom, with posters, pillows, stuffies and the like, one corner was different. An impressive lighting setup suggested that the girl sidelined as an influencer or YouTuber or the like. The lights themselves wouldn't be worth that much but their presence meant she had to have at least a laptop, if not a bit more gear.

"Santa?"

Steve froze. He hadn't heard the front door open and he knew the bathroom was attached to the bedroom. The soprano voice came from behind him, not farther in. He turned slowly, even more thankful for his disguise.

The young woman let the front door close. Her hands busied themselves taking off her winter coat but her wide doe eyes remained locked on him. Once divested of her coat, she hurried across the room. She invaded his personal space and pushed him slightly back into the bedroom as she pressed against him. Her body spoke of childlike excitement.

"I knew it! My girlfriends all say that you're not real, but I still believe!"

"Uh... ho ho ho?" Steve managed to mumble.

Her eyes shone as a grin split her face. She extended her arms to push him back another step. Dumbfounded, Steve didn't resist. Another step back and his knees his the edge of her bed and folded beneath him.

She jumped up and down. Steve was acutely aware of the way it caused her perfect breasts to bounce beneath the lightweight top.

"I'm so glad you're here! Can I sit on your lap and tell you what I want for Christmas?"

"Sure?"

That explained why she'd pushed him back to sit on the bed. He barely had time for his eyes to sweep down her lithe body before she bounded over to him. Her arms wrapped around his neck. Her tight little ass slid onto his lap. A wiggle of her hips caused his first reaction, other than shock, to her presence. His eyes were drawn to the way her breasts pressed against the fabric of her shirt when the position thrust them forward.

"For Christmas, I want a new laptop. Actually, I really kind of need a new one, since my ex took mine when he left me."

The sorrow that dripped from her voice managed to break the spell her breasts held over him. Her eyes were wide and round once more. He swore they glistened with unshed tears. Adorable lips pouted over the loss of her laptop, or maybe her boyfriend.

Seconds stretched out and Steve suddenly realized that she waited for him to say something. After another moment of reflection, he realized what the appropriate response would be.

"And have you been a good little girl?" He used his deepest voice, as much to disguise it as to give the impression of Santa Clause.

When her gaze dropped from his, Steve realized the potential innuendo of the response. The way her hips shifted back and forth nervously caused blood to rush to his crotch. She bit her lip. The way her shoulders hunched caused her perfect breasts to push together and form some equally impressive cleavage.

"I've been a bit naughty." The young woman confessed. "But I can be real, real, nice."

Her head turned back towards him and she looked up, through her lashes. She still bit her lip but a playful smile spread across her face. The way her hips began to sway back and forth revealed that she was well aware of his reaction.

Once more Steve's brain refused to work. The constant shifts in fortune were too much to keep track of. He managed the only phrase he could think of, given his supposed identity.

"Ho... ho... ho?"

Her eyebrows bobbed upward at the unintended inuendo. Her smile turned feral. She seemed to melt off of his lap and onto her knees in front of him. Her hands trailed from around his neck, down his padded torso, to rest at his oversized belt.

No one's going to believe this!

The thought kicked part of Steve's brain into action. She paused in confusion when his hands fumbled with the all-but-forgotten sack. He pulled out his phone and brought up the camera app. Her eyes widened in surprise, for a moment, before they returned to the innocent doe-like expression.

The shiny, faux-leather, belt slid free of first one side, then the other, of the giant, silver, buckle. She let it drop to the bed, forgotten. Her hands slipped under the padded shirt and found the elastic waist of his pants. She tugged firmly to remind him that his weight prevented their removal. Dumbfounded, he held the phone with one hand while the other provided a third foundation to lift his hips. Suddenly, his pants and underwear were both on the floor.

"Why, Santa, is this for me?"

She stared in wonder at the dick that bounced as fresh blood pumped into its revealed form. Her eyes drifted up to meet his. Or, rather, the camera, since his focus was glued to the phone's screen. There was a hopeful innocence in her expression.

"You brought me something sweet to suck on?"

The length hardened instantly at the suggestion. Her eyes remained locked on the screen even as her head dipped forward. Steve shuddered when her tongue came out to taste the ridged edge. Her lips parted just enough to take the very tip into her mouth. She leaned back to give the suggestion that it had been nothing more than a light kiss.

"God!"

"Your cock tastes so good, Santa."

She continued to watch the camera as her mouth opened once more. This time she took the whole head into her soft lips. Her head dipped, slightly and finally broke the connection to her eyes. Her head slowly began to lower as she devoured more and more of his length.

With his eyes locked on the screen on his phone, Steve wondered how he'd ever be able to watch porn again. The sight of her, as his dick vanished into her greedy mouth was nothing compared to the way her mouth pressed in on all sides. Or the way her tongue sinuously writhed against his taught flesh.

She reached the bottom and kept going. Her lips softened the impact of her jaw as it pushed directly against his crotch. A groan in appreciation slipped free of his chest. She moaned in response. His entire core clenched beneath the delightful vibration. She finally relented and retreated with equally slow precision.

Her head began a slow bob up and down his length. Too slow. Her wet mouth caressed his nerves and sent sparks of torment throughout his body. Each faded a mere instant before the next fired. Her motions timed meticulously to prevent the necessary buildup of tension in his groin.

Her hands seemed bored, or maybe lonely, when they snaked up her sides. When they reached her shoulders she guided the top of her shirt wider. Her shirt slipped over her arms and she began to peel it downward. Her head never failed its deliberate pace up and down the length of his cock.

Suddenly, her breasts popped free of confinement. Pink nipples stretched out from dark areola as if in accusation. He could only see them when her head came back. Then, his dick was framed by the perfect hills and capped with her demanding mouth. The sight brought a fresh pulse of desire. In response, her mouth broke free and her attention returned to his eyes, the camera.

"You like what you see?"

With a hand on each breast, she lifted herself slightly until his straining manhood caressed her chest between them. She pressed her breasts against him and he was once more surrounded by the heat of her flesh.

Although her pace picked up, the sensations she wrought were nowhere near as intense. She bit her lip, smiled coyly, and locked her eyes on his as she caressed him with her body. Her whole body rolled like a wave against the shore with each stroke.

Despite the torment of her mouth, it took even longer for the pressure to build. Finally, he began to feel the first stirrings of the approaching explosion. His balls began to clench. Next, his dick began to pulse with fresh anticipation.

Once more she leaned back. His overwrought cock bobbed in accusation. She seemed to levitate straight upwards until she stood in front of Steve. He had to lean back on one elbow, in order to pull the camera back far enough to catch the entire glory of the young woman.

She wriggled slightly and her arms were free of the sleeves. Her shirt remained caught just beneath her breasts, held aloft by the band of a bra with the cups peeled down. She continued to wiggle and her glorious tits bounced and swayed. They loomed closer as she leaned forward. It was only as she straightened that he realized the whole maneuver had allowed her to slip out of her tight jeans. Steve couldn't wait to rewatch the video for that reveal.

The wide, round, innocent eyes had returned along with the pouty lips. One knee lifted and pressed against the side of his hip. Her soft skin brushed his legs as she shifted her weight forward. For a moment, she sat on his thighs while her other knee came up to join her on his other side. She put her hands on her feet and rolled her hips. In a breathless moment, her hot cleft opened and glided up to press against the base of his straining manhood.

"I want to feel you, Santa."

She moaned. Her pussy rubbed up and down his length with an easy shift of her hips. He was so close to the ultimate desire that he couldn't stand it. He tried to shift his own hips, to bring his tip to intrude on her smooth caress. Instead, her hips planted heavily against his. She had all the leverage.

Her tactics changed. He could no longer see her whole, glorious lust as she began to slide forward. His dick pressed between their bodies when she began to work herself against him. He could only slide as far between her legs as she allowed.

"Oh, Santa, your cock feels so good."

She moaned. Her eyes drifted closed. Her hands traced their way back up her body. They tangled in her hair and she threw her elbows wide. The effect thrust her chest forward to accent her luscious tits.

Her moans began to synch with the sinuous rhythm of her lithe body. With one hand on the phone, and the other arm propped beneath him, there was nothing Steve could do except bear the slow increase of his need. He wanted to plunge into those hot depths and spill himself into her. His body screamed its desire to defile her but she countered every shift of his body effortlessly and continued to ride him.

His breath began to shorten. He groaned, in spite of the faint pain of his too-hard length pushed too far for too long. He began to wonder if she'd let him finish when, once again, her body slowed to a stop.

Hope blossomed when one leg lifted. She reached between them and took hold of his distraught dick. Her hips shifted back to allow his cock freedom to stand upright once more. The cool moisture that dropped from her mouth was a balm against the inferno that raged between his legs. She rubbed his tip between her legs to moisten her dry depths, despite the near constant moans that escaped her as she worked herself up.

"God, yes!" She groaned when she settled his tip against her soft depths. She forced herself down. It was nothing like the wet ease with which she swallowed him. Her pussy gripped and clutched at every inch that she pushed in.

"Yes. Yes. Yes." She began to mewl. "Gimme your thick cock, Santa!"

She didn't wait until she was all the way down before she lifted herself up. Her grip pulled at his flesh more firmly than when she used her breasts. When she dropped, she thrust her weight down and forced even more of him inside of her.

"Fuck, yeah, Santa. Fuck me."

Steve groaned. As uncomfortable as it felt, the tension was already too much. His arm slipped out from beneath him and he collapsed back onto the bed. It was all he could do to keep the camera on the beautiful bouncing bod.

She knew how close he was. "Yes. Yes. Cum for me, Santa. Cum all over my pussy!"

On the next bounce up she lifted too high and he popped free. Her weight hit his legs hard as one hand dropped to clutch his pulsing length. Her rough grip came up even as the fiery seed raced her hand. Steve grunted and groaned as she milked shot after shot of cum.

When she slowed, her shaved pussy, his curly hair, her hand, his thighs and everything around bore his essence. She negligently stroked him again. He caught the twinkle in her eye when a fresh shudder responded through his body.

Her finger twirled among the curly hairs for a moment before it scooped up a stray drop of cum. The camera seemed to follow her hand of its own accord. Up past that smooth, painted, stomach. Past the amazing breasts with their pert, pink, nipples. Up to her pursed lips where she sensuously sucked it clean.

Steve's attention once more drifted down to her perfect breasts as she leaned forward. Her hand snaked around the phone, where those hypnotic orbs were framed, and punched the button to stop recording.

"Drop me that video and I won't even press charges."

Steve was still mesmerized when her statement sank through the euphoria that clouded his brain. Lungs, heart, blood, all seemed to freeze in his chest. Wide eyes glanced up to meet the neutral, calculating gaze that glared back at him.

"Between the tat on you left thigh, and DNA from your cum, I'm certain they'd have you for breaking and entering, even without footage of your face."

Her hand flicked around to indicate the bedroom. Only his eyes seemed capable of movement. They tracked her motions and he began to notice the handful of red blinking lights attached to the cameras that continued to record.

Finally, Steve's mind kicked into gear. Only a second behind the fingers that had already begun to prepare the file for transfer. Her calculating eyes watched for a moment before she scooped the phone from his fumbling grasp. Even the way she lifted her leg and swung around to sit on the bed next to him exuded sex. She completed the drop and tossed the phone back onto his stomach.

"They always love a good P. O. V. of my work. And, hey, you even did me a favor. I hadn't figured out how to add a subtle suggestion that I needed a new laptop. My bastard ex really did take mine, and left me with his crappy piece of shit for editing. I probably won't even need to use the money from this video to buy a new one. I'm sure one of my favorite fans will buy it for me."

She looked over her shoulder and down at him, still immobile on his back. Her gaze swept down his body and ended on his, now very limp, dick. She shrugged.

"You could be bigger, but that does let me deepthroat you. Who knows. Maybe I'll call for my next video. If I do, I'll even toss you a few bucks."

Hard eyes swept back up to his.

"Now get the hell out."

Copyright 2026, By Deathlynx