[ I have a mission this year ]

I have a mission this year
I want to best Santa
but I haven't got a good way to do it
So I get to fake

All dressed up in green
With a cute topsy hat
I pull on my heels
And strut, strut, strut.

I found his office
I slipped right in
And the little old man
Didn't even look up.

"Oh, Santa," I purred,
Slinking 'round his desk
"Santa, baby," I murmured,
"Honey, can we talk?"

He gave me a glance
The man brushed me off!
What kind of a loser
Did he think that he was?

I spun his chair 'round
and I grabbed his long beard
"Now listen hear, fatty,"
I growled in his ear

"I know what I want,
And this year it's you
So don't you dare fight me
Because you will lose."

He blinked and he smirked
And I slapped his rosy cheek.
"Don't grin, you old coot,"
I said with hiss

He just stared at me
As I tore open his shirt
His chest was so broad,
I wanted him to hurt

I dragged my nails down his skin,
I bit into his neck
He tried to make noise
and I squeeze his Little Saint Nick

"Quiet old man," I whispered hoarsley
Sliding down his front until I was on my knees
"You'll sit quietly here while I work,
And when I'm done, you'll admit I'm good."

He sat there and I watched his face
My hand on his cock,his pants 'round his knees
I sucked and I squeezed
And he made not a noise

His littlest elf was throbbing with need,
My tongue teasing his tip
I watched his eyes roll back
So close to the end

I pulled away and laughed a little
"I've got you now,
But I won't finish
Just you wait, the anticipation will kill you"

I tied his hands around his back,
His ankles, I bound together.
I let his cock hang out of his pants,
Still ready and taut with need

"This is what you get, oh Santa
For forgetting my kitten last year
You get to wait with abated breath
Until this time next year."