You’ve just come from Ms Harper’s Holiday Blog Train, and now get ready to witness me bringing that giant jolly bitch Santa Claus down a peg or two in “Ms Becky Disciplines Santa’s Sack”.
Ms Becky Sets Up Santa Claus
Santa, you were just sitting there in your favorite old recliner, feet up, trying to relax with that big old sack sitting brazenly right there in your lap. That sack was exactly what I had cum for, Santa- I want what’s inside that sack. When I walked into the room, wearing my thigh high stockings, my cute lingerie set he had gotten me last year in full display, bosom lifted and jiggling with every step I took- why Santa, you old fat fucking pervert, you sat straight up, didn’t you?- the man and the cock, huh?
Wasting no time, as this was not a social visit, I walked up to that fat, sanctimonious fucker ready to give him a piece of my mind. I stomped up to him, tits still jiggling with fury, and let my scathing eyes roam up and down his ample frame. “Well, Santa, no fucking surprise to find you lazing about on your fat ass” I spit out, fury stamped on my face. I raise my hands to my hips as I tower over him leaning over before him, as he stares lustily at my near naked body. “Oh, you like what you see you, you fat old perv?” I ask him, as he nods dumbly at my question.
Ms Becky Shows Her Rage To Santa Claus
“Well, Santa, you should like it. Your cheap ass, selfish ass, lying ass got it for me last year, saying that you knew I was on the naughty list, *wink, wink*” I say, clearly outraged as I stripped off the bra he had gotten me. I lean down and grab the arms of his chairs, breasts fully exposed now in front of his burning eyes. “I am not going through yet another Christmas with you bringing me presents for YOU to enjoy, you sad fucking sack, Santa Claus. Not again, fat man. So, I am here to make you a little deal, you horny fucker” I say, poking my finger in his chest.
“Now here is what we are going to do- if you let me play with that wrinkly old, red sack you got between your legs- I promise I will let you cum when we are done, Santa” I tell you, as your eyes laugh up and you laugh a lecherous laugh, leaning back, that red sack sitting lewdly between your legs. I grab the sack and twist and pull it tug all, all the while your shocked and betrayed eyes beseech mine so sweetly.
Ms Becky Disciplines Santa’s Sack
“What’s the matter Santa?” I taunted. “Not quite what you were expecting? Hmmm, that makes two of us you giant jolly bitch” I say with a twist and a pull while you whimper and plead. “Oh, is it not nice when people promise you nice things and then only give you things that make themselves happy? Are you telling me you don’t like that, Santa?” I say with a particularly vicious twist.
I take that wrinkly, dusty, stinky old sack and give it a couple of kicks for good measure, as Santa sits there like the loser he is and takes it like a weak bitch. Finally, I exhausted my rage upon his large frame and told him to stroke that pathetic little dick in his hand, sitting there looking like he has a fucking Elf cock instead of a grown ass man. As he gets closer, eyes twinkling, with a rosy, red blush rising up on his jolly cheeks, I push his hand aside and begin to stroke his cock for him, cooing at him all the while.
Ms Becky’s Final Revenge
“Oh, does Santa Claus want to cum? You think you redeemed yourself enough to cum Santa. Well, I did promise you could cum,” I say with a mischievous twinkle in my own eyes. “I didn’t tell you that you would enjoy it, you old pathetic fuck” I say with a wide smile as you throw your head back and start to cum. I reach over and pinch the tip of your cock, trapping all that cum inside well the orgasm withered away, only then letting go.
As your softening, defeated cock slithered back I see a little tiny river of cum. I give you a big, bright Becky smile and start skipping out of your house. When I reach the door to the room, I turn back to you and say “I expect some good presents from my Wishlist underneath my tree this year, fat man. If you don’t, next year, I will bring you something much worse than a ruined orgasm, understood?” With the flick of my hair, and the flounce of my skirt, I rounded and left that considerably less jolly man sitting in a puddle of his own juices.
The End
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I already adore the way you whip the naughty boys into shape but the way you put Santa in his place…BRAVO!
Thank you! This is my favorite story of all time so far. I had so much fun with it
What Ms. Meshelle said! Very entertaining!
Thank you!