I got a letter in the mail to day. The address on the envelope's
back said it came from the North Pole, from Santa, except the sender's
name was Black Santa. I opened it and read it. The letter asked
what I was doing on December nineteenth. It said Black Santa wanted to pay
me a visit. My first impression was that this was some silly joke sent
by a neighbor. The fuck did this mean? Whatever type of visit did
he mean? Anyway, I did what any housewife would do. I crumbled
the letter in my fist, tore the envelope in half, discarded it in
the trash bin, and continued about my day. The thought of a so
called Black scenta faded from my mind, and it was the first week of
December. Two weeks passed, and my husband and I were neck deep in
the Christmas spirit. When I went to do some shopping. I stopped to
check the mail box and found a stash of envelopes inside. One of them
was from Black Santa. I went inside the house, dropped my shopping bags
on the kitchen counter, and then read what was it? The envelope Black
Santa, Care of Master Shango Hi, Carol. I take it you received
my previous letter I sent you days ago, but you never took it seriously.
I hope you won't do away with this second one without seeing what it's
about. I have been watching you for weeks since your husband told me about
you, outlining his wishes for the holiday season. His wish is for Black
Santa to come and visit you, to come and fuck you in front of
the Christmas tree, and that I leave a surprise gift inside your cunt after
I'm done. Your husband sent a cover charge to pay for my gas to
bring me to your doorstep. I rarely get down or such requests, but
the longer he talked about you and showed me photos of you looking naughty,
the more I saw no reason to not turn him down. I don't want
you to get scared about this. I'm coming to give you the ultimate pleasure
this holiday season, and that's what I'm about. Black Santa isn't coming to
snatch you from your man. Black Santa instead is coming to fuck you.
Can talk it over with your man if you want, but get yourself ready
come the nineteenth and wear your sexiest doubt fit for me till then. Black
Santa Acha Master Shango. I read the letter again and again, possibly in
the hopes that this was some strange nightmare. It felt a stupid prank,
like something from a Black Mirror episode. I couldn't help but look about the
kitchen to ensure I wasn't in some make believe Hollywood's set. I didn't discard
the letter like the previous one. I folded it back into the envelope to
present to Darrell, my husband, when he returned from work. That aside,
I put away my shopping purchases and then got busy making dinner. The
day was the seventeenth. I had two days left to decide what to do
about the so called Black Senta's wish. Darrell returned hours later, and I
welcomed him appropriately, fixed him a hot bath, and got dinner ready while
he washed himself. We sat at the kitchen table and enjoyed our meal.
Later we retired to the living room a wash with resplendent lights from the Christmas
tree beside the window. Darrell sipped a beer while watching a game on TV
while I went to the kitchen and returned with the letter. I got this
in the mailbox today. I presented it to him. Care to tell me
about it? Darrell perused the back of the envelope and straightened himself when he
realized who it was from. He read out the letter and I waited for
him to finish. It. Says here that he sent a previous letter.
He said, do you still have it? No? I threw it away
after reading it. I thought this was someone playing me a nasty joke,
but it seems it's not. When did you make this happen about a month
ago? He answered? I had almost expected him to deny having anything to
do with it. You remember those books I bought you for your birthday three
months back. I do remember the books. They were a collection of erotic
works high on kinky sex, involving horny, cheating wives and husbands that loved
them for it. I screw my face trying to recall the author's name.
Darrell seemed to read my mind and answered before I could, the author's name
is Damien Sowl. He said, I'd mentioned him to you before when I
told you that he and I had been corresponding for some time. Wasn't that
the guy advising you about wanting to get me to make a cup out of
you? That's the very same one. Han. He also goes by the
alias Master Shango. You see the connection here? Realization dawned on me.
You're saying he's the same Black Santa. That's him that you've got writing to
me. Sort of, Yeah, Darrell chuckled. I don't know if he's
Black Santa, though, I guess you're going to have to find out when
he comes over. Damn it, Darrell, why would you agree to something
like this? I have no idea who this guy is, and here you
are letting him sneak into our house and have sex with me. Does that
sound right at all? No, it doesn't sound right, Harrol, it
sounds sexy though. He laughed, but stopped when he saw I wasn't happy
about the concept. Oh come on, honey, we've talked about this before.
Remember last time we got drunk, you said you wouldn't mind sleeping with
someone, if only to surprise me. Remember when you said that. I
remember being tipsy that night and I set a bunch of silly shit we both
did. But I never thought you'd take it seriously like you do with this.
And then he mentioned you sent him money for gas to get here.
He was being humorous when he wrote that I didn't send him any money.
I did, however, promise to make a donation to his website if he
makes you happy. I got up and stormed out of the room. Darrell
called after me, but I didn't respond as I headed up the stairs to
the bedroom. Later that night, Darrell pressed himself against my back, cradling
me in his arms. He kept talking to me, telling me how I'd
make him the happiest husband if I ever went ahead with this. I wanted
to continue being upset, but I couldn't. I fell asleep in his arms
in dreamt that a so called black scent was ravishing me. It was the
night of December nineteenth. The night was quiet, and it was snowing outside.
Winter arrived early, and it looked like it would remain so till whenever.
I was clad in my Christmas lingerie in stocking hat. Awaiting the arrival
of my unscheduled visitor. I sat in the living room, drinking a cup
of egg nog while lying on the sofa, stretching my legs over Darrell's thighs.
He absently caressed my legs while a Christmas Deemed movie was playing on the
TV. I knew he too, was anticipating what surprises the night would bring.
The clock on the wall announced the time as nine p m. If
Black Scent intended to visit us, it should be around this hour. My
lingerie fell tight against my body, and my nipples were erect and eager to
play. Darrell took snapshots ago of me lying in bed holding up a sign
board that let Master Shango know I was anxious to meet him. He texted
the photos to Black Santa and said we couldn't wait to entertain him. He
or I was wondering if he intended to show up or not. I even
had my butt plug stuck up my asshole for good luck. Darrell's bone suddenly
rang. He spoke briefly into it, then got up and made for the
kitchen. I watched him go to open the back door and let in a
black stranger clad in a Santa Claus outfit. They shook hands after sharing greetings,
and then Darrell led him into the living room. I came to my
feet and smiled as Master Shango Aca Black Santa came and introduced himself. How
are you Carol? He smiled, forgive me for coming through the back door.
I didn't want to arouse your neighbors. That's okay. I feared you
were going to fall through our chimney. By would if I could fit my
big ass through. He laughed, and Darrell and I joined him. But
you're looking good. Turn around. Let me get a better view of that
fine ass of yours. He held my hand above my head and spurned me
around. He gave an approving wolf tighte whistle as he appraised my ample behind,
and then gave it several taps to vent his approval. When I turned
towards him, he had undone his belt and shoved his pants down his thighs
to reveal his heart on. Darrell moved the center table to a corner and
laid a mattress for us. I knelt on the mattress, stroked Black Scent
his cock, and then took it into my mouth. Such was how this
special night began. Darrell had promised not to get involved in our activity,
but had said nothing about video taping us while he did. He told me
later he had asked Black Scent his permission to do that. He went and
grabbed a chair from the kitchen, sat down, and began filming us with
his phone camera. I barely looked at him as I was engrossed with black
scent, his cock filling my mouth to the extreme. He swept my hair
from my face and kept goading meat to go ahead and take more of him.
Lights from our Christmas tree played a dazzling kaleidoscope across the room. It
was tough fitting half of his dick down my mouth. I made repeated choking
noise and stopped repeatedly to clear phlegm from my throat before continuing. He later
lay on the mattress and slipped my breasts out of my lingerie to play with
while I kept him hard. He gestured at me to mount his vase,
which I did, and we then vibed in a sixty nine position as I
gradually moaned from gorging on his Sinemei prick while he robbed my cun from underneath.
I wanted his cock inside me. I couldn't resist the strong magnetic pull.
Darrell recognized the lustful look in my eyes when eventually I opted to mount
his prick in reverse cowgirl position. I spread my legs while lifting myself on
my arms as blacks, and worked his prick between the folds of my voluptuous
thighs. His cock slipped past the tip of my volva. I worked my
hips and relaxed my pelvis to take more of him. I felt the invasion,
groaned responsively, and then began jerking my thighs. My eyes stayed shut,
but my mouth stayed open, gasping harder as sentas cock got to stretching
my cunt. I felt my pussy milking his prick within seconds of him being
inside me. I flung my head side to sight and eventually opened my eyes
to see Darrell crouched in front of me, aiming his bone camera at what
was between my legs. Santa supported my butt with his hands as he then
began jerking harder, feeding me faster. Later, he stopped and gestured at
me to turn around, which I did, facing him in a cowgirl position.
My hair tumbled over my face and I repeatedly swept it back and kissed
him while he took possession of smacking my butt. While I rowed him,
My ass rocked his prick faster. Black scent did as dam as to match
my pace. Our kissing was frantic and passionate. His prick pushed further beyond
my cervix, consuming me with yearning fire. Smack smack, smacks smack was
the noise I heard of his thighs and balls slapping against the underside of my
butt, driving me crazy with hornless Black sent A stopped and got me to
climb down from him. He positioned me on my arms and knees while he
lowered his prick into my pussy. He gave me an excellent pounding, then
stopped when he recognized my butt plug. Bah, you want me to come
in through your back door, I see, he murmured. Darrell masturbated at
the sight of Black sent To retrieving my butt plug out of my nus,
replacing it with his girth. The pain was intense. I hollered and whimpered
for him to stop. He didn't bother, listening to my cries as he
proceeded to stretch my nus. Afterwards, he pulled out and returned to fucking
my pussy. He returned to my us later, and when the time came,
he flooded my pussy with his load of surprise. Darrell dropped his phone
and came to my rescue. He held my butt cheeks apart and stuck his
face between them. I remained on all fours, moaning with pleasure while he
ate me clean. Black Santo went to the kitchen, grabbed a beer from
the fridge, and made himself comfortable. Master Shanko wasn't going anywhere that night.
I made damn sure of that