Emma couldn't sleep. She was excited about Christmas, but, as was often the case, she was as horny as fuck too. Christmas Eve had come and gone, but she had only done the former after a session with her vibe.

"I'm awake now; I might as well have some more lonely fun."

As she spoke, Emma remembered she was alone in the house, so she decided talking out loud in the darkness by herself was as pointless as it was weird.

Reaching across to the other side of her bed for her vibe, Emma's fingers gripped as she felt for and located what she had been searching for.

"Ho, ho, fucking, ho," a voice bellowed out into the darkness.

Confused by the sound, Emma pulled hard, squeezing the vibrator to try to find the torch setting and shed some light on what the fuck was going on.

"Don't worry. Emma, it's only Santa," the bearded one whispered, placing his hand over Emma's in the hope she might continue her accidental attention on his cock.

Although Emma was eager to find her vibe, she felt selling Santa short after grabbing his knob uninvited was mean, especially so on the night he worked his bollocks off to make others happy.

"OK, Santybabes, what's it to be?" Emma asked.

"Gotta be a blowjob; I'm on a promise with Rudolph later, and he's very fussy about where my knob's been," Santa explained.

Emma put the picture of Santa's future plans to the back of her mind and got on with giving her visitor a five-star going-over with her expert chops.

Santa was very impressed by Emma's work and felt he needed to spread some Christmas cheer in recognition of the top-notch knob noshing she'd dished out.

"If you hop on my sleigh, I'm going to a bloke's house further up the street next. He's on his own like you are. It will save on batteries if you're planning an all-nighter with your vibe," Santa said to Emma as she had a Listerine cocktail and wiped her chin.

Joe had been planning to go to sleep when he heard the sound of Rudolph's knob swishing in the breeze as the sleigh glided to a halt.

"Alright, mate. I've brought you a special present this year," Santa shouted as Emma lifted her head from his lap.

Emma recognised Joe from somewhere, although she couldn't quite place him. Then the penny dropped.

"You're the guy who was walking past on the day my curtain rail came off the wall when I had my fingers up my fanny, aren't you? I've never seen anyone run away so quickly," Emma said as she watched Joe's face go from pink to purple and then white as a sheet in the space of a few seconds.

Santa didn't have time to fuck about playing Cupid, but he didn't want a sad ending to a Christmas story, either. In a flash, he dropped his trousers and brought some Christmas cheer as he let rip.

"Arse that speaks through Santa's cheeks; let shyness go in timid Joe," Santa said, as a thundering fart echoed around the whole town and saw Joe possessed by the noxious spell in it instantly.

"I promise to stay for the whole performance this time," Joe said, smiling at Emma as she watched his cock spring to life inside his trousers.

Emma wasn't too sure how long or well Santa's magic would last, or at least that was the excuse she used for throwing Joe onto his bed and jumping on top of him in a single movement.

Emma tore off Joe's clothes and seized his cock as if it were the last unmauled turkey left in the supermarket on Christmas Eve. Joe just let Emma carry on with whatever her plan was, as it seemed like a good one to him.

Joe was under Santa's magic spell, shyness-wise, but he was still happy for Emma to direct the show. The fact that she seemed to like it that way was enough for Joe to indulge her, and it caused him no hardship, just hardness.

Emma didn't have high expectations, but Joe's efforts when munching her mound were beyond any she had by a long way. His cock might not have won an endurance medal once she'd got to work on it, but his lips and tongue earned unexpectedly high praise.

"That, sir, is fucking lovely," Emma purred in her best trip advisor review manner.

Emma did a crossword as Joe tried to piece his mind back together; luckily, the puzzle was on her lap, and she had a pen in her right hand, meaning her left could bring Joe's cock back to life, which it did.

Despite Santa's magic, Joe was still a little uneasy when Emma sprang to her feet, rushed to his wardrobe, and began to rummage through its contents in something approaching a frenzy. The white scarf, red naughty knot bow, and red bobble hat weren't an exact match, but once Joe was dressed in them, Emma felt as if she was about to fuck Santa, and she loved it.

"I'm not sure how these got from my wardrobe into yours, but 'Santa's magic' will do as an explanation for me," Emma said as she stroked Joe with one hand and rubbed her clit furiously with the other.

The naughty knot wasn't exactly designed to accommodate a cock and a pair of bollocks, but Joe was Santa, as far as Emma was concerned, and that was all it took for her to dish out the seeing-to of his life to her gift-giver's doppelganger.

Joe took a moment to contemplate how life had a strange way of reminding you that you'd never seen or experienced everything

Emma had begun her festive break expecting a bit of DIY Christmas cheer, and here she was with a shy boy ready to 'cum out of his shell' as she took him to the cleaners with him lying there in her naughty knot.

"Funny old world, innit?" Emma said as she rose and fell.

"Stick that in your sack, Santa," Emma screamed as she bounced on top of Joe until they shared a climax that was as unexpected as it was for Joe to spend all of Christmas day dressed in women's underwear, a scarf, and a hat and getting ravaged.

When people asked Joe and Emma how their Christmas went, their answer was always the same.

"I met up with an acquaintance; another one dropped by, and we just made the best of everything."