This is PART 2 of “A Very Mistress Christmas” so be sure to visit Mistress Michaela’s page to read PART 1.


 

At the very least, cold comfort as it were, Santa had the sense to look shamefaced, with his holly jolly joystick in his hand and red bloomers around his ankles. That said, his hand continued pumping up and down his shaft as his hungry eyes made a feast of the sexy ladies before him.

 

Mistress Becky & Mistress Michaela Plot Their Revenge 

Becky got to her feet gracefully, stalking towards in a most predatory manner. “What the fuck do you think you are doing, Santa Claus?”, she asks with a scowl marring her otherwise flawless face. Michaela joins Becky, forming a semi-circle trapping him in that corner, ensuring that this peeping Santa doesn’t escape their clutches.

“Santa, you dirty old pervert, were you watching me and Becky making love?” Michaela said leaning in, her fierce green eyes demanding his answer.

“You ladies are just so fucking hot; when I saw you get settled in, I just couldn’t resist coming down your chimney for a closer look” Santa cried, hand still pumping away at himself.

“Is that so, fat man? Well, I think I am going to have a hard time “resisting” punishing you for your transgressions, Santa. If you don’t want me and Michaela to call the police on you, well…. you should stand right here, in the center of the room” Becky says pointing to a spot in the center of the room.

“Thats right, Santa. Move that ass” Michaela taunts, as Santa shuffles over to his designated spot with his pants still around his ankle. Santa fairly hustled into position, a burning blush covering his oh so jolly cheeks… both pairs, I’ll have you know.

“Isn’t it so funny that Santa seems to take exception to being made the show, but has no such qualms when it comes to watching us without permission, Michaela?” Becky cooed.

“Oh yes, Becky- but that doesn’t seemed to have quelled his lust at all” Michaela says, gesturing to his very obvious arousal “-if anything, he seems to very much enjoy an audience”.

 

 

Mistress Becky Has An Idea

Ms Becky Intelligent Phone Sex Calls 1 800 601 6975 Mistress ChristmasBecky a big, devilish grin on her face, Becky instructs Santa “Stroke for us, Santa”

Michaela comes to stand behind Becky, her creamy flesh alight with fire light, her warmth pressing into Becky’s backside. Her long, elegant fingers slide around Becky’s waist and slip into her panties. As Becky widens her stance and leans further into Michaela, she reaches back to return the favor, her finger diving into Michaela’s hot, buttery warmth, as Michaela moans out her approval into Becky’s ear.

Santa’s eyes widen, and his hand frantically pumps at his center, watching the erotic scene unfold before his eyes.

The three stood like that, the silence in the room only broken by the gasps of breath catching in throats, whimpered whines of pleasure, the sounding of flesh against hand, and the roar of the fire. The women, skilled as they were, quickly found their pleasure in each other, bodies pressed together, fingers held deeply in the most intimate of warmth. Sweet husky cries of pleasure fill the room, as Santa’s hand continued to seek his own pleasure.

Becky unwound herself from Michaela’s embrace to approach Santa, reaching between her legs and drawing up a slickened finger, wiping it right underneath his nose, his eyes rolling back in his head as her sweet candy scent reached him. She flanked herself on one side of the naughty peeping Santa. Michaela approaches and flanks the other side, trapping Santa between the two very naughty women.

 

 

 

Mistress Michaela Ruins Santa’s Fun 

Ms Becky Intelligent Phone Sex Calls 1 800 601 6975 Mistress Sad SantaMichaela lowers her head and whispers seductively in Santa’s ear “Oh, silly santa, did you think we were going to let you cum after you intruded upon our very intimate holiday celebrations without invitation?”.

Becky leans forward, fingers reaching down to tease Santa’s cock herself, as he moans and presses himself in her hand. Becky watches Michaela’s hand reach down and grab Santa’s sack and begin to massage it as he whispered a choked cry and begin thrusting himself frantically in the women’s hands.

As Becky’s fingers skillfully bring forth his pleasure, as Michaela tends his to overburdened sack, Santa stiffened and let out a hoarse cry.

It’s at that very moment that both girls let go of his cock and each grab an arm, restricting his range of motion. As Santa’s cries of pleasure turn to whimpered pleas and cries, the pleasure of his orgasm lost as the women remove any stimulation. Sad, slow streams of cum flow from his poor under stimulated cock, a the pleasure fully drained from his face, to be replaced by disappointment.

Together, Michaela and Becky tuck that fast withering cock back into his drawers and pulled up his pants. We handed him his sack, and walked him over to the chimney, and sent him on his way with a slap on his ass and a sharp reminder to never, ever take such liberties while ladies are busy pleasing their sweet little pussies.

As the intruder disappeared, Becky turned to Miranda and placed her hands on Michaela’s smooth creamy hips, sliding down to her knees to stare up into Michaela’s eyes. “Now, where were we? Oh yes, I was finally about to taste this delicious cunt” Becky cooed, as her pink tongue swept up through Michaela’s swollen lips.

As that fat man got into his sleigh and begin to ride away, he could hear Michaela’s sexy moans fill the night sky, a deep ache gnawing in his belly.

 

The End. 

 


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