Breasty Bobbi Meets Santa

It was just another card game with the boys when Brad
said something weird.

“Oh, fuck! My wife is going to k**l me!” he suddenly

“What the hell are you talking about?” asked Joe.
Brad’s young wife Bobbi was the most timid and woman
around. Not like Paul’s wife. She had just wandered
through the kitchen in a see-through nighty, giving all
the guys instant boners. Paul especially. Joe
remembered poor Bobbi from a party when they were in
high school.

The party had been a particularly drunken orgy. He and
Tanya Watson had burst in on Bobbi with her arms tied
over her head surrounded by five drunken jocks, cocks
hard and dripping in their hands. The biggest guy had
his cock up against Bobbi’s trembling lips when they

The jock had told them to fuck off, but Bobbi had given
him this deer-in-the-headlights look. He’d ended up
with a broken nose, but Bobbi came up to him a week
later and had said ‘thank you’ in that meek way she
had. She was all baggy pants and giant sweaters then,
with hair that was always falling over her eyes.

Joe was sort of surprised she had ended up with Brad.
He went to the strip bars with the guys, was always
pinching the cute waitresses on the ass. He even
followed Paul’s wife out of the kitchen once or twice.
Once when in the local gym’s sauna, Joe had taken a
peek – Brad was pretty hung.

But then again high school was seven years ago. Joe was
still single and spent his weekends drinking with the
guys from work. He ached to have someone waiting for
him when he came home from work.

But not Bobbi. Bobbi was so mousy. Even now she never
wore anything even slightly revealing, and Joe was sure
he’d never even seen Bobbi kiss Joe, much less do any
of the things he wanted a woman to do to him on a
regular basis. Still she always had a smile when she
saw Joe.

“Ah crap!” said Brad. “I promised her I’d dress up in
this stupid Santa suit I’ve got in my truck. She
insisted I get home by twelve o’clock and come in with
it and the presents I bought her. She really wants a
traditional Christmas.” He spread out his cards on the
table. “Read ’em and weep boys. Full house!”

Joe groaned. That was the last of his money.

“I’m on such a hot streak!” Brad said, pulling the pile
of bills into his grasp. “Say Joe…”


“You could really do me a favor. I’ll let you have your
sixty bucks back and another forty if you’d put on the
suit, drive over to my place and put the presents under
the tree.”

“No way! Bobbi will fucking call the cops on me!”
protested Joe.

“She goes to sleep early like a good little girl. Come
on buddy. I’ll make it $150. Just put the presents
under the tree. I’m gonna play cards with these guys
until the morning shift at five. Bobbi will never know
the difference and you’ll be a 150 bucks richer.”

“Ah, fuck. I could use the money…”

“Great,” Brad tossed him the keys. “Now get out of here
and give me the keys when I see you in morning.”

Joe felt stupid as hell as he pulled up to Brad and
Bobbi’s house. Stupid Santa suit! He’d hit a red light,
just in front of the Ellisum Library, when a red Mirada
had pulled along side with this hot Asian chick

She looked over and caught him staring. She gave him
this big toothy grin. This girl had amazing cock-
sucking potential – Joe was sure. He rolled down the
window and was about to ask if she’d like to try his
stick shift when she started laughing at him.

“You dirty old Santa!” she cried, holding her hand to
her mouth. “You wanna bang me and then go home to Mrs.
Santy Claw and the k*d. Bye, bye!” The light changed
and she was gone, speeding down the road.

At least all the lights were out in the house, except
for the Christmas tree in the front window. Joe
couldn’t take two humiliations in one night. He pulled
on the beard and hat, and lugged the bag of presents
over his shoulder.

As he quietly trudged through the snow to the front
door, he savored the feel of his cock rubbing against
the soft velvet of his pants. It was a good thing Brad
had told him to strip before putting on the suit. It
was hot as hell. Still, he thought, shifting his cock
over, best not to slip into the house with a big juicy
boner. Bobbi wouldn’t understand that! Too bad that
Japanese hottie hadn’t stayed for some roadside fun.

Everything went smoothly at first. He only bashed his
shin on the coffee table once. He slipped the presents
under the tree and dropped a long little box into a
slender stocking embroidered BOBBI.

She sure was a freak for Christmas. In addition to the
deluxe tree, sagging heavily with ornaments, there were
garlands strung every-where, and tons of Christmas
cards hung over twine. And there was mistletoe

She had even gone to the trouble of laying out cookies
and a drink for Santa by the Lazyboy. Joe’s eye’s
locked on the drink. A frosty mug of beer.

He licked his lips. That sure would be sweet. This suit
was cooking him! He settled into the chair and took a
pull on the beer. Just what he needed!

“Does Santa like his cookies and beer?” a voice purred.

Joe jerked his head up like INTRUDER ALERT! Had just
bellowed through foot-tall speakers inches from his
ear. Luckily he hadn’t removed his beard because he was
frozen with surprise.

In the door way was the hourglass silhouette of the
friendliest reindeer he’d ever seen. She was wearing
little antlers, a bell collar and a stretchy velvet tan
body suit that had made her look completely naked for
an instant. Then she turned and revealed a tiny tufted
tail that looked very soft and inviting. She shook her
long auburn hair, making the bells jingle.

“I’m sorry Santa,” she said, strutting over to Joe, who
was still stunned in the chair. “I’m a naughty girl. I
should be all asleep in bed, sucking my thumb.” She
slid her thumb between her glistening lips and sucked.
“But I wanted to show you how much I’ve grown this
Christmas, Santa.” She placed her hands on Joe’s knees
and let him feast his eyes on her jumbo breasts. Her
swollen nipples were clearly visible under the body

Holy Shit! Joe thought to himself. Bobbi was all curves
and the nicest tits he’d seen in a long long while,
except for the magazine type in KNOCKERS.

“Ho. Ho, ho!” Joe managed to stutter out in a deep
voice. He was trapped and Bobbi would realize she’d
exposed herself to one of Brad’s friends.

“Oh, no Santa!” she squealed. “I’m not a whore.” She
began to unbutton Santa’s coat, revealing Joe’s sweaty,
toned chest. “Is it because Breasty-Bobbi cock-teases
her hubby all the time?” She slipped her hand under
Joe’s coat and began to pull his nipples. “Why Santa!
You’re not wearing anything under your coat.” She
slipped into his lap. “Is Santa feeling hot?”

Joe decided to risk talking.

“Now, now Bobbi,” he said, patting her large round
bottom. “You be a good little girl and get off to bed
and your husband will be home soon.”

“No!” She slipped round in his lap, straddling him and
pushing her boobs into his face. “I want my Santa! I
don’t want my husband!”

She shoved Joe back in the chair, but he pushed back,
knocking her to one side. she fell across his knee.

“You be good!” He gave her ass a light smack. But
instead of hopping off she moaned and proffered her
bottom up to him.

“Mmmm… Santa’s being wicked!” she said.

“What?” He tried to keep his voice deep, but he was too

“Spank me Santa.” She was rubbing his lap, getting him
extremely hot. “Please Santa! Give me a good hiding!”

Joe let her have it. A good solid smack across her
generous behind. Her bottom really filled out the
spandex velvet. Joe simply couldn’t help himself, it
was too delicious of a target not to strike. She
shudder and gasped and the sound of the spank echoed
around the room.

“You’re so strong today, Santa! I love it when you
spank me hard.” Her hand was sliding up and down his
leg. She was in danger of finding his growing prick.
Joe wanted her to find his cock. He was sweaty
profusely now and he could feel the horny burning add
to his fire. He smacked her eager young bottom again.

“And why do you enjoy getting spanked, Breasty Bobbi?”
he asked, running his hand up her arched back and then
down to her quivering tail. It was then he noticed the
zipper tracing her spine.

“It’s because I’m a naughty little slut,” she crooned.
He spanked her again and she groaned, rubbing herself
harder and harder over his lap.

“Because I fantasize about other men coming to the
stable and finding me tethered to the hitching post.
Horny men. Men who would use me. Naughty. OH! Make me
suck their big big dicks. Make me bend over and take it
like a loose cunted whore. Except,” her hand had
finally found his dong and wrapped around him through
the velvet pants. “Except I’m a very tight and horny

He started spanking her slowly and then faster and
faster, glorying in the feel of her firm yet supple
bottom. All the while she undulated on his lap,
jingling with each spank from her bell collar. She
sucked on her thumb, mumbling how naughty she was while
with her other hand she squeezed him, yanking him
larger and larger till he could stand it no more.

Abruptly he grasped the zipper he had spotted at the
collar of her outfit and drew it down her back. The
velvet split open like a poached peach revealing her
milky white skin underneath. The zipper stopped just
above her great bottom which still was flexing and
releasing from its discipline.

Bobbi cried out with surprise and rolled off Joe’s lap.
The outfit contracted further and she looked up at him,
just managing to hold the now tiny material over her
large breasts. She looked shocked. Her generous lips
dropped open and her eyes were deer like. Joe
remembered those eyes.

“Santa, are you having lustful thoughts?” she asked in
a husky voice. Her eyes dropped to the front of pants.
“Cause the next girl will get a VERY BIG surprise when
she sits on your lap!”

Joe grunted and tried to push down the giant erection
that was threatening to rip a hole in his ridiculous
pants. He needed to take control of the situation. He
needed to get a grip. He wanted to grip Bobbie by her
tits and fuck the daylights out of her.

“Strip,” he barked. What the hell. Santa was gonna have
some fun.

Bobbi struggled to her feet still holding the outfit
over her boobs. She locked eyes with Joe for a long
lingering moment. Joe could feel the b***d pulse in his
brain. She was breathing heavy, her pupils were

Then she smiled and slowly began to peel herself out of
her reindeer skin. As she bent over to slip her long
legs out of the spandex, Joe was startled at just how
large her boobs were in comparison to the rest of her
slender body. They were too large for her body, almost
grotesque, yet he couldn’t keep his eyes off them. She
cradled them in her arms and looked down at him with a

“My hubby gave me them for my birthday,” she said,
arching her back letting them bounce up and down
slowly. “I was big before, but I wanted to be eye
candy. I wanted to be Breasty Bobbi.”

“I’m a little mouse to most of the world. But in
private I want to be the biggest slut around. Look out
Pamela! Men would see my udders and just want to milk
me. Every man who really sees me knows I’m good for
only one thing, pleasing him. Now men can’t control
their dicks when I wear my little tees. I’ve always
wanted to have men shooting their loads all over me.
Fucking my knockers. Hooters wouldn’t take me because,
as the jealous head waitress said-” She bent forward
and whispered/blew into Joe’s ear. “‘You’re not a
waitress you’re a fuck doll…'”

She raised her hands above her head and began to grove
in front of him.

“I’ve always wanted to get as much cum as I could. And
just now in bed,” she shut her eyes and continued to
twist. “I dreamt about Santa coming down the chimney to
give me a stocking that was absolutely stuffed with the
creamy good stuff.”

Joe motioned her forward. She obeyed and he slipped his
hand over her pussy letting his fingers sink into her
sodden thatch and down into her juicy valley.

“Mmmm… bushy,” he murmured.

She dropped to her knees and began to frantically untie
his belt. He sat back and let her pull his pants down.
His cock sprung up and pushed between her pale melons
with their bright red nipples. He was pleased to see
her boobs didn’t dwarf his dong.

“Oh my!” she said pressing her tits around him. “You’re
not Brad. You’re the real Saint Dick!”

“That’s right Breasty.” He grinned. “You’d better run.”

Bobbi took a sudden intake of breath, then jumped to
her feet and pranced away, jingling and jiggling as she
did. Her little tail was still stuck on her bottom and
for Joe it twitched like a little red flag.

He jumped up and roared, kicking off the pants and
stripping off the jacket. His muscular body gleamed
with sweat. But with the beard and hat he still looked
like a porn Saint Nick. He tore after her.

She looked over her shoulder and screamed. The chase
was on.

At first he let her gallop in front of him. He enjoyed
the sight of her hair streaming over her shoulders, the
slinky action of her tits, her haunches as they pumped.
His cock swung heavily up and down before him and his
pecs muscles bounced as well. Each time she looked
behind, she shrieked or giggled and he became more and
more aroused.

Finally he caught her by the arm in the hall. He swung
her round and threw her up against the wall, her bottom
hitting first and then her shoulders. She gasped and he
splayed her arms out and began to kiss her neck.

She got her legs pressed against the wall and shoved,
smashing his back into the other wall, her boobs
enveloped around him so they flattened out against the
wall. She pulled off and ran down the hall.

He was right on her tail. In fact, he reached out and
yanked the reindeer tail off her bottom, eliciting a
yelp and slowing her down just enough for Joe catch
Bobbi and push her face first against the large window
at the hall’s end.

“Time for Santa to ride his reindeer!” said Joe. And he
pulled Bobbi’s ass up to his cock, pushing her face and
tits flat onto the window. Her legs were spread and her
pussy was wet, eager and easy to spread.

“But Santa!” Bobbi tried to push up from the glass with
her arms, but only succeeded in lifting her face,
further flattening her tits till they were like two
giant spotlights beaming out their breasty news to the

Joe ignored her and pushed his cock deep into her
pussy. Bobbi let out a cry of pleasure and forgot her

She hadn’t lied. Her pussy was snug as a could be.

As he started to bang her ass she began to talk, like
she was confessing her sins to a priest or some other
type of quasi-religious figure.

“God that’s right fuck me here in front of the window.
This is what I’ve dreamed of Santa, ever since high
school.” He slapped her haunch urging her to move her
body in motion with his steady thrusting. She obeyed.

“I’ve wanted you ever since that party. Do you remember
that one? You were with that slut Watson.” She twisted
her head so she could see Joe.

“You might as well pull off the beard Joe. I know it’s

Joe yanked the beard from his face. Now all he had on
was the Santa hat and Bobbi’s stellar ass.

“Oh, did you know what old Tanya Watson is famous for?”
Bobbi began to wiggle her bottom as Joe slapped against
her. “She’s famous for her work with retarded boys!
Oooohh yes! Let me tell you when you’re a sixteen girl
you want it just as bad as a boy does. Good little
volunteer Tanya would go visit these slow boys and
teach them about the birds and the bees and blow jobs
and butt fucking! Oh yes! almost like that, but not
nearly as big I bet! They found out cause the next
volunteer got bent over as soon as she walked in the
door. I bet she had a surprised look on her face, being
a nun and all! Tanya’s family was able to keep it out
of the papers but Oh harder! everybody knew.”

Joe pulled Bobbi a couple of inches away from the glass
so that her boobs smack against the window with the
force of his cock. He loved the sound they made. Bobbi
was a trooper, keeping her legs tensed, so her ass was
a satisfying target. He kept on hitting bullseye after

She panted now as she talked.

“You thought you saved me at that party, right?
Actually I sweet-talked each of those guys into the
room. I was, and am, SUCH a cock hound. I wanted to be
surrounded by those cocks. As you burst in I was going
to strip for them get them so fucking hot. But then you
came in. I should have been pissed. You should have
whipped out yours and made me extra creamy. But instead
you rescued me… and I let you. You’ve been in my
dreams fucking me all these years.” She gasped and
paused letting Joe slip one hand around so he could
finger her clit as he slowly fucked her brains out.

“Then last month Brad comes home from the gym and tells
me about you eying his cock in the sauna. Which is very
naughty by the way! And he tells me how big you are
too. Now, Brad gets to fuck all the pussy he wants so I
asked for my own Christmas present this year. You. And
my husband is so sweet! He sends you in a Santa suit
with a big boner. Oh, god I’m going to cum! Fucking me
against the window, fingering my spot! I’ve wanted your
cock in me, all over me, for such a long long time.”

She climaxed, banging her fists on the glass. Her knees
began to tremble. She rose up and down, riding his cock
as she came. She began to lose her balance. Joe grabbed
her by the boobs and began fucking her with abandon.
This seemed to intensify her orgasm, she began to
scream and ram herself further down his cock shaft.
With a tremulous gasp she was spent, and sank to the

Then, on her knees, she turned round.

“Let me suck you,” she said.

As she went to it, licking his shaft, covering her lips
in pre-cum and making it feel like his cock was in a
liquid dream, he noticed the window they had fucked in
looked right into the window of the next-door-neighbor.
In the window was a familiar young Japanese woman being
undressed by an older man. Her t-shirt and skirt was
off and he was ripping off her panties.

He was wisely leaving the high heeled calve boots on.
They must have been watching for a while. The young
woman had a confused, yet undeniably aroused look on
her face.

The older man’s cock was throbbing hugely in her tiny

“There are…” he began to say.

“That’s Yoshi, the Cook’s foreign exchange student,”
she said, pausing to let his glistening cock slip up
and down between her tits. “Looks like Mr. Cook has
finally decided to introduce some Western cum to those
rosebud lips of hers. Serves her right. She was
positively fingering herself watching us when Mr. Cook
decided to take her in hand.”

And then her mouth was back on him, sucking him up and
down, tugging on his balls and moaning. She wouldn’t
stop until she elicited an explosion. Mr. Cook across
the way pushed Yoshi to her knees and began to beat off
into her face, his eyes locked on Bobbi’s tits and
Joe’s swollen cock. Joe had been right about Yoshi, she
did have amazing cock suck potential.

Cook arched his back and his cock began to shoot
geysers into Yoshi face. It really surprised her at
first spattering all over her cheek and face and tits,
but then she grabbed hold and began to suck like a Sony
vacuum cleaner. Cook wrapped his hands in her hair and
rolled his eyes in pleasure. He looked up and gave Joe
a weak thumbs up.

Joe began to wave back, but then his cock pulsed and
the spurts started to cum. Bobbi looked up and began to
gulp like it was her favorite slushie, but this was a
super-mega big gulp. She sucked and suck and gulped but
still it ran out from between her lips and began to
spatter on her heaving tits which knocked on Joe’s

He grinned as she rubbed her boobs in his cum. “Merry
Christmas, and to all a good night!”

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