I’m really getting into killer phone sex. It was bound to happen, you get tired of being the virginal Vixen Victim, all your life. I have been having this sick fantasy about Santa ever since I finished my Christmas Shopping and saw the sexiest Santa I’ve ever seen. My panties were splashed with my twisted little cunnies juices.
What if Santa came down the Chimney and Fulfilled all the Rape Fantasies of girls like me? The Santa I saw was tall as fuck, and muscular and had this scary, stern and strict persona. It made me fantasize about him holding me down, and forcing my cunt open with his big ole candy cane. After he fucked me silly, he invited me to finish the night out on his sleigh, rewarding my efforts to satisfy him, by giving me an actual candy cane to suck on. I sucked it sharp and pointy.
We went from house to house force fucking little fuck sluts, and making their pussies squirt. At one house though, we ran into a snarky little bitch. You know the kind, acts like the world owes them everything. I told Santa that I wanted him to fuck her really hard, give her an attitude adjustment. He said he had a better idea, and told me that while he was fucking her, I should come up and snuff her out. The idea of it all made me so horny and excited. I thought of bashing her over the head while he fucked into her. No that wouldn’t work. Maybe I could strangle the life out of her with the Christmas lights?
…..That didn’t appeal to my Inner Christmas Killer either
Santa fucked her hard and fast, drilling his North Pole so Deep in her little complaining cunt. Fucking and fucking stead fast. Then it Dawned on me. I took my sharp candy cane from my mouth and began stabbing the shit out of her throat. That jugular was something, the way her warm red blood jutted out, and spurted all over me and Santa. I kept Stabbing almost perforating her fucking head. I think I could have pulled it from her body.
Santa came down more than the chimney that night, He also cummed in a naughty little Christmas cadaver!




