August 2020

By  Gianni Shamari

December 13, 2014 or simply 12-13-14 promised to be a special day. It was not only the last conservative date I would see in my lifetime, but also the first SantaCon I was going to enjoy with my lover. I was ready for what SantaCon had in store for me, as I got dressed at my Sutton Place penthouse.

The red custom-made Santa Claus hoodie, holiday-red jeans, and white/true red Air Jordan XIII sneakers transformed me to “Swag Santa”. I looked rather glamorous in the bedroom mirror. My reflection had me full of jubilation for the 2014 NYC SantaCon.

“New York, are you ready? Swag Santa’s gonna rock you!” I spoke in my so-called superhero voice.

That moment the concierge downstairs informed me I had a visitor. I told him to send the visitor up to my penthouse. I knew she was the nude model Maria Ryabushkina, one of the international chicks I preferred to sleep with. She was in New York for the weekend and so very excited for SantaCon.

Maria showed up to my penthouse clad in her sexy Velvet Santa Costume. She looked sexy as usual.

“How do I look?” Maria asked as she kissed me and walked in.

“You look sexy, baby girl?” I answered. “How did you get here?”

“I took the subway!” Maria told me. “And it was filled with people wearing Santa Claus costumes! A few of them tried to get my phone number, but I told them I’m already with the King of New York!”

“That’s right; you’re with me, the king of New York! How is the weather?”

“It’s pretty nice out.”

“Today is the ‘Million March’ and 60,000 people are expected to turn out. We are not going to any bars near WashingtonSquarePark. I like the idea of SantaCon meeting up at Times Square. Are you ready to go my sexy Santa helper?”

“Let’s go!” She responded.

Times Square swarmed with Santas; they were an awesome representation of life! It was the closest to the energy of the ball dropping to bring in the New Year. People were laughing, dancing, and acting friendly to one another.

“The ambiance, baby girl is uplift, isn’t it?” I shouted.

“Yes!” Maria replied, laughingly.

She already had her smartphone in her hand as she began taking pictures of us. A few friendly SantaCon revelers photobombed the selfies with us, but the enjoyment was too much for us to give a damn!

Soon, we strutted in bar after bar on the West Side and mingled with the college-like crowd. We ordered drinks, chatted with strangers, and took more pictures. We were so happy, loitering there. I wanted the laughter, the selfies, the loud music, the energy around us! Maria was hanging, kissing me off and on. Seemingly, she yearned to let people know she was interested dating the King of New York! I felt like “The Man” being seen with her. Not to brag this, but we were a couple of hotties; Santas and elves eyed us as if we were aliens.

“I like to go for, this SantaCon!” Maria admitted, soaking it all up. “I am having so much fun! Brilliant, isn’t that?”

“Yeah, our first SantaCon is awesome! These SantaCon revelers gave us so much attention!”

Maria surveyed the bar and asked, “Which Santa here is as pretty as me?”

“None! You’re the hottest, bae!”

That moment, the tall Hispanic DJ wearing the Big Pun’s Bronx Legends Never Die T-shirt mixed in Jennifer Lopez’s party jam “Stressin’” and had the bar going crazy. Maria seized my hand and led me to the dance floor, piercing the crowd and letting us be there in no time at all. We were bumping and grinding. My hands were foraging all over Maria’s curvaceous slim body. I knew my playful hands would hit the high spots, arousing my girl in two shakes.

“Come on, baby, let us get out of here,” she spoke in a tremulous voice, an obvious hint of her arousal.

While everybody else were dancing and making out, Maria and I sneaked into the darkness of the bar. I pushed the bathroom door open; when we entered, I shut it behind us. Luckily, the bathroom was clean because the floor was damp and the aroma of Mr. Clean hung in the air. We began kissing, locking our lips. Our wet tongues flapped and twirled like a couple of snakes mating with each other.

“I want to have a go with you,” I murmured, breaking the kiss.

“You can do whatever you want with me,” Maria quavered; her voice trilled out of passion

“I want a taste.”

I went on my knees. My hands were already inside her red panties rubbing her wet pussy. I yanked the skimpy piece of fabric down her shapely legs. Maria kicked it aside and moved her toned legs apart, letting me have an easy access. I began nibbling and fingering her pussy; the musky odor that wafted out of her quivering flower made me untamed in lust.

“Oh, God! Yes! She moaned. “Eat this coochie!”

I looked up at her as I continued eating her wet punany. Maria opened her lips in an O, clutching me at the head and dripping all over my face. Watching her go delirious in pleasure was a remarkable sight. I kept stroking her pussy with one hand and clawing at her tits with the other. She grabbed my hand tight, shuddering all over and cumming into my mouth.

I stood up, wiping my mouth with my hand. Pulling the pants down my legs, I gave her a wink. In return, Maria giggled. As soon as I exposed my erect dick, Maria’s mouth went all over it. First, she spat on it to get it wet. Then she stroked it and deep-throated me like a pro. I let out a loud moan. The sensation was high on the spot. I put my hand on her head as I began fucking her mouth. The sounds of sucking and smacking of lips were erotically audible. We could also hear Trey Songz’s “Touchin, Lovin’” that blared from the dance floor.

“Damn, girl, fuck!”

Maria worked her magic as she squeezed my buttocks. She knew I was nearing an orgasm. She sucked me until I cumed. Spurt after spurt of hot golden cum shot down Maria’s throat. She swallowed much of it and flashed me her perfect smile.

“Tasty.” She told me.

I was still hard as I lifted Maria up and pressed her against the wall. Penetrating her cunt, I began thrusting at a fast pace. Maria’s eyes were rolling in the back of her head. She wanted to scream her excitement, but no words were spewing out of her mouth. Still holding her, I sat down on the toilet seat and had her riding me.

“Ride this dick, baby!”

Maria developed a perfect rhythm on top. She looked like a sexy slut with my cum still splattered on her pretty face. She shrieked, moaned, and groaned, bouncing and taking my shaft with ease.

“I’m about to do it!” Maria chorused

“Cum all over this dick!” I demanded.

Maria screamed as she coated my dick with her pussy juice. It triggered me to ejaculate. I thought Maria had enough, but she wanted more. We did all kinds of sexual positions in the bathroom without having any visitor infringing on our privacy. I was happy we had the restroom to ourselves for some hours.

Finally, we began cleaning ourselves. That moment, a short blond-haired girl with an elf costume stormed in the bathroom. She vomited on the floor. Whatever the cause I could not deduce of her perceiving our presence as we furtively crawled into the toilet.

“Oh, my God! Did you see that?” Maria spoke as the blonde-haired woman rushed out of the bathroom.

“Santa leaves presents, not puddles of puke. Alcoholics need to know their limits.” I jested.

We laughed and left the bathroom.

Later that evening, Maria and I made a sex tape wearing our Santa Claus costumes. We could never forget our SantaCon experience. 12/13/14 was a special day!