Page 19 of Forbidden Billionaires, Vol. 9

Dozens of giant presents surrounded us, stacked one on top of the other.

It felt like we’d been shrunken down and plopped in the middle of all the presents on Christmas morning.

Except cooler, because all these presents were lined with a bajillion Christmas lights.

A snowflake drifted down and landed on the tip of my nose.

How the hell did Ghostie and Teddybear do this? Decorations like this would take weeks. Maybe months. But they’d totally transformed the glass atrium in a couple of minutes.

“Ho, ho, ho!” boomed the voice from the gramophone. But this time it felt closer. And less metallic.

“HOLY FUCK IT’S SANTA!” screamed Ash, pointing behind me.

I spun around. The wrapping tables had been replaced by the biggest sleighs I’d ever seen. And next to them was a red and green throne on a raised platform. And sitting on the throne was…

Holy fuck, it really is Santa.

“Merry Christmas,” said Santa. And this was no fat mall Santa. This was a tall, sexy Santa. Just like Ash had described.

Which made sense…because it was actually just Teddybear dressed up like Santa. I smiled. For a second, he’d almost fooled me. But seriously, how did he and Ghostie pull all this off?

“Thank you girls for helping me deliver those presents. I’ll announce the winner in a minute, but first I’d like to grant you each a Christmas wish. Who wants to go first?” He patted his lap.

I expected Ash to run up there before his sentence was even finished. But she was completely frozen.

“You wanna go first?” I asked Ash.

“Is this really happening?” she whispered back.

“Yes, yes,” said Slavanka. “I go.”

She walked up to Santa and sat on his lap.

“Merry Christmas, Slavanka,” he said. “Have you been naughty or nice?”

“Very naughty.”

“The elves tend to agree. But they also advised that in the interest of my personal safety, I should still give you a present. So what would you like for Christmas?”

“I marry prince.”

“Like…the artist formerly known as Prince? Or just any prince?”

“No, no. Not singer. Real prince.”

“True love isn’t really my domain. But I know a guy. I’ll see what I can do.”

“Thank you, Santa.” She gave him a big hug and then walked back to us.

Well that was adorable. I thought for sure she was going to ask him for a new AK47 or a signed first edition of Foundations of Leninism .

“Who’s next?” asked Santa.

I looked at Ash.

“You go,” she whispered. “I’m too nervous!

I don’t know what to ask for. I can’t get that hot chocolate out of my head.

But it seems like I should ask for something better.

Like a new sweater. What? No. I don’t even like sweaters.

Too itchy in the armpits. God, is it hot in here?

It feels hot.” She started fanning herself.

“Girl, it’s not hot in here. The roof is open and it’s like 2 degrees outside.” I pointed up at the snowflakes falling from the part of the glass roof that Ghostie and Teddybear had somehow slid open.

I walked up to Santa and sat on his lap.

“Merry Christmas, Chastity,” he said. “Have you been naughty or nice?”

“I can be both,” I said with a wink.

He shifted underneath me and I thought for sure I felt his hard cock against my leg.

Bad Santa! Santa wasn’t supposed to get boners when girls sat on his lap.

Although…usually girls sitting on Santa’s lap weren’t dressed like we were.

And also…this wasn’t Santa. It was Teddybear.

Right? I stared into his eyes. They were the same color as Teddybear’s.

But…they seemed a little different. Eh, it was probably just the big white beard that was throwing me off. Or maybe it was his peppermint cologne.

“What would you like for Christmas?” he asked.

“I want a nice, thick, 8-inch cock,” I said.

Santa’s Adam’s apple rose and then fell as he stared at me. “Definitely naughty, then. No gift for you this year, I’m afraid.”

“Wait,” I said. And then I leaned in to whisper. “It’s not for me. It’s for my friend.” I nodded my head to Ash.

“Hmmm,” said Santa, stroking his big white beard. “Giving your wish up to help another? Maybe you’re on the nice list after all.”

“Does that mean you’ll make it come true? Pretty please, Santa?” I was going to explode soon if I didn’t get rid of my celibacy vow. A girl could only go without sex for so long. #BlueBallsKillGirlsToo.

“I’ll see what I can do. Next!” he yelled.

I got off his lap and went back over to Ash and Slavanka.

“Did you seriously just ask Santa for a thick cock?” asked Ash.

I nodded.

“What’d you whisper to him?”

“You’ll see,” I said. I hope. “Ready to make your wish?”

“Yes. No. Yes! God, I hope I don’t do anything weird. Or inappropriate. He’s really hot, right? Is this outfit too much?”

“Just go,” I said and gave her a little shove.

She stumbled forward and then stepped back. “Give me a second.” She took a deep breath and looked down to make sure her outfit was all in place.

While she did that, I locked eyes with Slavanka and pointed to the oversized bow on my boob.

She nodded.

Hopefully that meant she knew what I was saying.

“Okay,” said Ash. “Here goes nothing…” She started walking towards Santa.

And as she did, Slavanka and I each reached out and grabbed one end of her ribbon suit.

With her next step, the entire thing unraveled.

“Oh fuck,” she hissed and tried to hold it in place. But it was too late. The ribbon was already in a pile on the floor, leaving her in nothing but her striped boots and white gloves. She froze mid-step. “You guys! My outfit! What do I do?”

“Just keep walking!” I said. “Don’t make it weird. He probably won’t even notice.”

Sober Ash never would have done it. She would have lost her mind and thrown her naked self right through the giant glass window behind the sleighs. But drunk Ash? She fucking went for it.

“Merry Christmas, Ash,” boomed Santa as she approached.

“Merry Christmas, Santa,” she whispered.

It felt a little late for her to act shy given that she was bare ass naked. But whatever.

Santa wasn’t doing much to hide his eyes trailing down Ash’s naked body.

Please plow my friend, Santa.

“Have you been naughty or nice this year?” he asked her.

She paused at the steps in front of his throne. “Ummm…nice. Definitely nice.”

“You hesitated,” he said. “Come here.”

She walked up the steps and Santa couldn’t keep his eyes off her swaying hips.

Please, oh please fuck her, Santa. I could tell he wanted to. And I swear he’d already felt hard when I sat on his lap. He was a very naughty boy.

“Do you know what I think?” Santa asked.

Ash shook her head.

“I’ve been watching your every move. I see you when you’re sleeping.

I see you when you’re awake. And I think you’re usually nice.

But you can be very naughty when you want to be.

” He put his black-leather-gloved fingers on the center of her chest and slowly trailed them down between her breasts and down her stomach.

“Like the way you used to lick your candy canes? Very naughty, Ash.” His fingers paused beneath her bellybutton.

“So tell me. How are you feeling right now? Nice?” His hand moved a fraction of an inch lower.

“Or naughty?” He rubbed his gloved finger along her slit.

She moaned and I swear the girl almost fell over from one touch.

“Oh, Ash.” Santa slid one of his gloved fingers inside of her.

At least, I thought he did, because Ash moaned.

“You’re getting my gloves all wet. That’s very naughty.”

I pressed my thighs together. The friction of his leather gloves would feel so good.

“I don’t need to ask you what you want,” he said and let his hand fall away from her skin. “Your list was very clear.” He stood up and unbuckled his belt. And somehow that made the rest of his outfit drop to the floor. His thick cock was wrapped in shiny red paper with a nice little bow on top.

“Santa!” gasped Ash. She paused at the steps in front of his throne.

“Is this not what you wished for?”

“No,” she said. “It is.” She looked back at us and mouthed, “OH MY GOD.”

I waved her on. “Go get your present, girl!”

Ash turned back to face Santa.

“Show me why you deserve to be on the naughty list.” Santa put his hand on her shoulder. “Get on your knees and lick me like you used to lick those candy canes, you naughty little elf.”

Ash grabbed the bow off his cock and tossed it aside. And then she dropped to her knees and tore the paper off it. And then it was in her mouth.

I knew she loved sucking cock. But I’d never seen her suck like this.

She was fucking worshipping that thing. I could hear her gagging from across the room, but that didn’t stop her.

She just kept going faster and faster. Even when she had to pause to catch her breath, she still kept licking it and massaging his balls.

Damn, did Ash used to deepthroat candy canes? Santa had probably been looking forward to this moment for years.

Santa’s eyes rolled back into his head as she took him allllll the way into her throat. He reached back to steady himself, but his hand couldn’t find the armrest. So instead he fell backwards into his throne.

Ash pulled back. “Oh my God,” she gasped and put her hand over her mouth. “Please tell me I was supposed to do that. Or am I actually going to be on the naughty list forever?”

“You’re definitely on the naughty list,” he said. “Only naughty girls suck cock that good. The only thing naughtier would be if you touched yourself too.”

Ash took that as a challenge. She slid a finger inside of herself as she pressed a kiss against the side of his cock.

“Another finger, Ash. Show me how naughty you really are. Show me how big you want the cock to be that claims your virgin pussy.”

She followed his instructions and licked him from his base to his tip.

Santa groaned. “But you want to be on the nice list, yes?”

Ash stopped and looked up at him.

“Sit on his lap!” I yelled. Hopefully she got my meaning.