The Stranger chronicles

Santa's baby

Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house,
Not a crotch was stirring, not even a jerk.
The stockings were hung by the electric fire with care,
In hopes that St Nicholas soon would be there.

The boys were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of plump ass danced in their heads.
And father in his sexy underwear, and I in my thong,
Had just settled our cocks for a long winter's snore.

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a mini van , and eight naked men be near.

With the most attractive man, my eyes ever did see,
I knew in a moment it must be my Master.
More rapid than eagles his slaves they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!

"Now Forest! now, Park! now, Farmer and Son!
On, Boyfriend! On, Hubbie! on, Jungle and Camper!
Get all hard! Horny and slick!
Then open up wide! Eager and excited! Ready to receive Masters cum!"

As dry leaves sail down the road,
The boys all line up, two by two.
Each dressed in collars and antlers,
Followed by their Master, clad in leather, and a hat.

And then, in a twinkling, I hear downstairs
The sound of thumbing and banging of a hand to the door.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
My husband did stir, and ask 'what's that sound?'.

He almost as naked as I, rose from his bed sleepy and tired,
And with a swift action, I dragged him downstairs dazed and confused.
Flung into a armchair and stool, I left my sleeping husband, and answered the door.
I greeted my Master, on one knee,
Welcoming him in, with a heart full of glee.

His eyes-how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His fat juicy cock was wrapped like a present,
And the hair of his head was as white as the snow.

The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath.
He had a chiselled face and a washboard abs,
That flexed when he breathed, like a sexy God!

He was attractive and pretty, the perfect human,
And I moaned when I saw him, in spite of myself!
A wink of his eye and a lick of his lips,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled my husband's mouth with his cock,
Ushering me over to help with the shock.
Then with a chuckle, and a stroke to my cheek,
He spoke his first words. Which were ever so sweet.

So with love in my heart. I awoke my eldest.
To give him away, to the man who deserves him.
He knelt to his new Master, to his new family he moaned,
And away they all drove.
But as I cummed and moaned, I heard him exclaim, as he drove out of sight,
"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a Horny-night!"

((Once again Merry Christmas! Now I'm gonna admit..... not my best worm 🤣. I had the idea, but the execution wasn't the best.... but not everything can be perfect. I still hope you guys like it. And I hope it makes you chuckle. This is it's own thing, and has nothing to do with the current story. Speaking off part two will be out next week! So see you soon with some fun stuff to come!!!))