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michaelalexanderstories: Enjoy Breanne Erickson’s “Twas the Night Before Christmas!” Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house Not a creature was stirring not even a mouse. Breanne was sitting, silent in her chair Tied up naked, a bow in her hair. A tight cloth gag had been placed through her lips And a large pink vibrator was buried between her hips. When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter Breanne pulled on her bonds, wondering what was the matter. “Had Santa finally arrived?” She thought. “When would begin the sexual onslaught?” In some houses it was custom to leave milk and cookies. But in this quiet house it was sexual nookies. Bre had been left by the fire tied and gagged A sweet Christmas treat for Santa to shag. The moon on the breast of the tied up sweet Was creamy and light with promise complete. And then in a twinkling there was noise on the roof Of a large red sleigh and sixteen hoof. As she twisted and turned, looking around Down the chimney, St. Nicholas came with a bound. He was dressed all in red, garnished in white Indeed to Breanne he was quite a sight! His eyes were dark, like chocolate or night And his cheeks were ruddy, like fire light. On his back was a bundle, a bag, or a sack That was filled with the usual old knickknack. He turned as he landed, all sprightly and quick, And saw the bound girl, did old St. Nick. “Well well, I’ll be.” Said Santa with pleasure This sure beats cookies, carrots, even treasure! He reached out a hand to give a little pinch To Breanne’s nipple.  It was a cinch! She moaned at his touch, the vibrator humming St. Nick’s hands caressed slowly strumming. He was unusually adept, lifting her up Bending her over so she was bottoms up. The large silver buckle came loose in a flash And the black belt swung in a large heavy slash To strike Breanne’s bottom with a terrible blow She gasped as the tears began to flow Santa it seemed, did not really care And let loose with his belt on her poor derriere Until she was red all over the her butt And Santa knew she was ready, the slut! He knelt down behind her and pulled out the plug That was buzzing and shaking inside tight and snug. He tossed it aside and dropped his pants And pulled out his cock for a quick little dance. Breanne groaned out loud as he drove himself deep Pushing and thrusting in one fell sweep. And then St. Nick groaned as he came in her guts Spewing and throbbing as he emptied his nuts In moments it was over and he stood up quick Pulled up his pants and covered his stick. He picked up the sex toy with a laugh and a grin Positioned it perfectly and sank it within. With a twist of his fingers the buzzing increased Within Bre’s well which was thoroughly greased. He set her back down on the seat with care And pulled silver clamps from his pocket – a pair! As Breanne moaned in sexual torment The cruel bite of clamps on her nipples was spent. Santa, the resourceful elf that he was Pulled some rope from his pocket along with some fuzz. Loops around knees and ankles and chair Resulted in Breanne’s exposure down there. Santa, with a wink, pulled out a small clip And bent with delight to her small pouting lips Breanne squealed loud as the clamp closed and bit The tenderest nub, her swollen wet clit. Santa, he laughed, at her tough situation Sexually tormented and filled with frustration. To be left tied and stuffed until Christmas morn Her body, orgasming hard until it was worn. “Breanne” Santa said. “I’ve had a delightful time.” “Much better than cookies and milk on a dime!” “So I will leave you now all trussed up and presented As a gift from me who you’ve left contented.” He moved to his sack and pulled out a box With Breanne’s name in black letter blocks “This is my present to a naughty pain slut Who gave Santa a chance to spank a cute little butt.” “Inside you’ll find everything on your list. Clamps, the handcuffs, even a dildo with a twist” Breanne looked on wide eyed as he moved away As he prepared to head up, back to his sleigh. She twisted and moaned, in orgasmic bliss As he gave her a wink and a soft blown kiss. And then he was gone, up the chimney he rose By laying a finger aside his nose In his wake, lit by Christmas tree light Was Breanne, the slut, in sexual plight. The clock on the mantle showed a quarter to three. Only five more hours until she’d be freed. Five hours more of vibrations and cumming Tears sprang to her eyes it was so mind numbing. And up on the rooftop she heard a shrill whistle, The crack of a whip and a laugh filled with gristle. But she heard him exclaim as he drove out of sight “Merry Christmas Breanne.  Geeze you were tight!” -- source link

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