Another Big Mean Man

(You can find the intro here - https://meantolittlegirlsagain.bdsmlr.com/post/443183270. We left the story with Marie about to answer whether she was a good girl or a naughty girl this year...)​

Part Two – The Good Girl Answer

“Yes, Santa,” she smiled, her hand slowly moving away from her body, “of course I’ve been a good girl.”

I grinned at her, and moved towards her, sitting down on the edge of her bed. “You’d better come and sit on Santa’s lap and tell me what you deserve for Christmas then, Marie,” I told her. She practically jumped out of bed, the crop top straining to hold her little girl big boobs hidden, and she snuggled into my lap.

“Marie, why don’t you have any underwear on?” I asked her, and she blushed. “I didn’t want any on tonight, Santa,” she mumbled, “sometimes I need to go to bed without any PJ bottoms on because I wake up and they aren’t dry any more”. I felt my cock twitch and wondered whether she could as well. She wriggled in my lap more, her soft little parts rubbing against the red fur of my suit, and sighed.

“You are a good little girl, aren’t you?” I asked, putting one arm around her little waist and pulling her closer into me. “You’ve been good most of the year, so tonight you get a special visit from Santa and an extra special treat for good girls”. She giggled and smiled broadly.

“I know what I really want, Santa,” she said, and leaned up so that she could whisper in my ear. “I’m extra tingly in my little parts tonight and I really, really want Santa to take the tingles away for me. That would be the bestest Christmas present ever, Santa!”

I smiled broadly at her, one hand round her little waist as I started to stroke her thighs. She smiled back and spread her legs slightly so that I could move my hand wherever I want to as she started to press against my leg. “Santaaa,” she whined quietly, “pleeeease?” Her pretty puppy-dog eyes looked up into mine, and I moved my hand round to stroke the edge of her breast with one hand as my other one reached the top of her legs and she sighed at me.

With one finger, I started to trace up and down her sweet little cunt, gently tickling and teasing her. I smiled to myself as I felt her soft skin, so smooth to my touch, and felt her starting to press her hot body against my finger. “Mmmmm,” she purred as I pressed harder against her, letting her grind against my hand, gently spreading her pussy lips open and feeling just how wet she was getting. My fingertip teased upwards, catching her sensitive little clit, causing her to moan slightly. “Shhhh, Marie, you don’t want Santa to get caught in your bedroom do you? I don’t think your mother would like to catch you on Santa’s lap with my hand in your little parts, would she?” I told her sternly, and watching her biting her lip to stop any more noise coming out made my heart leap.

She started to tremble more as I stroked up and down her soft cunt, grinding against me as I played with her. My fingertip pressed against her hot little hole and she moaned softly. Just one fingertip right at her entrance, circling slowly around and around as she spread her legs open for me. “Is this what good girls get for Christmas, Marie?” I asked her and she nodded eagerly. “Do good girls get nice things in here?” I asked and again she nodded more and more.

I pressed the tip of my finger right inside her. Just the tip, nothing more, and she sighed blissfully. Curling my finger inside her gently, I started to lift her body with my other hand so that she could slide down on me. “That’s a good girl, Marie,” I told her, “keep riding Santa’s hand like that.” She smiled broadly as I told her what a good girl she was, and started to move around so that more of my finger could slide inside her hot, tight little pussy. “You’re a wet little thing, aren’t you Marie?” I asked her and she blushed as she squirmed around, now taking two thirds of my finger inside her. “Do you think you can take more than just one little finger?” I teased her and she smiled, nodded, and said “I think so, Santa. Can I lie down and try?”

She climbed off my lap and lay down on the bed, her crop top riding up further so that her little girl big boobs were coming out of the bottom of the flimsy little outfit. “Why don’t you take your suit off, Santa?” she asked me. I stood up and quickly removed my black boots and red outfit, folding them neatly and putting them in a pile next to her bed. I had a big night ahead of me and I couldn’t get them creased in case I got caught out again later. I noticed that she’d left a little mark on my trouser leg which I’d have to work out some way for me to explain later.

“Why don’t you hold yourself open for me, Marie?” I asked her as I climbed on the bed next to her. She blushed as I stared at her, then slowly put her hand between her legs and parted her cunt for me as I grinned. “Good girl, Marie,” I told her as I put my fingers back against her fuckhole, just marginally out of reach so that she had to squirm and writhe to get my touch as I chuckled softly at her needs.

She spread her legs wide, parted the satiny folds of her cunt and rolled her hips. The glistening slit of her sweet little fuckhole was completely displayed to me. "I'm so wet, Santa," she whispered as she pinched her clit and shuddered as tiny spasms rippled through her writhing body.

“Please, Santa, please,” she whined quietly, “you do it to me, please!” I couldn’t resist any longer and I pressed my finger inside her tiny tight cunt. She felt so warm and creamy as I stroked inside her gently, pushing more and more of my finger inside and twisting it around a little as she wriggled for me.

I played with her drippy little parts more, pushing my finger inside her faster, touching her clit with another finger, feeling her insides getting tighter as she trembled against my touch. "Oh ... oh ... Saaaannnntttaaa," she panted, her innocent face flushed with excitement.

Her body was shaking, showing her tits wiggling at me as I worked her cunt with my finger, preparing her for anything else I had in mind for her. She gasped for air and her body started to twitch. I felt her cunt starting to pulse and squeeze my hand. I whispered in her ear what a good girl she was for Santa, how good she felt, how nice she was for Santa.

The more I whispered in her ear, the more she squirmed. Her legs started flailing slightly, her body shaking, racing towards the climax that her good behaviour all year had earned her. “Oh, god, Santa,” she panted, “more please!” I pushed my finger inside her and curled it around to brush the inner wall of her sweet little pussy as she gasped. My fingers danced over her clit over and over again, her back arched, her mouth opened in a silent squeal as her orgasm tore through her young body.

With her legs slapping frantically up and down, Crissy raced wildly toward her climax. She clawed her clit with one hand, scratched the fingers of her other hand through her red sensitive pussy. Her nipples swelled, jiggling on the peaks of her creamy tits. She humped up, trembled, her orgasm a breath away. Her eyes widened as her body shook violently. The muscles inside her wet, hot cunt pulsed and gripped at my finger, her juices pouring from her tender hole. She thrashed about, her head flicking from side to side, her hair whipping across her beautiful face.

I continued to stroke her insides and her clit in rhythm and she arched her back as a second orgasm tore through her. Her tits bouncing and flopping from under the tiny top, she writhed over and over, her little body in the throes of an even stronger orgasm than the first.

“Oh my god, Santa,” she panted as I slowed down my movements, “thank you for my present!”

“Marie, this is nothing. You’ve been such a good girl that you deserve more than just this, don’t you?” I told her as I watched her slowly trying to catch her breath and calm down.

As she lay on her back, I slowly moved towards her and kissed her gently on the lips, my tongue flickering against hers. “Santa has some special treats for good girls tonight, Marie,” I told her as I started to kiss further down her body. She sighed with pleasure as my face moved lower and lower, heading towards her tingly little parts. I got between her legs and lowered my face so that my beard was pressed against her. She giggled quietly as I moved my head from side to side, my beard hitting her sensitive clit. “Santa!” she murmured, “Mouths don’t go there!”

“Shhhhhh,” I calmed her. My tongue flicked out and flicked against her tingly clit and I sucked softly on it. I lapped my tongue all over her sweet, tender button, up and down, side to side, zig zagging around her clit. I spread her pussy lips gently with two fingers, staring at her glistening fuckhole so close to my mouth, making my mouth water.

“If mouths don’t go here,” I started before diving back and rubbing my tongue from side to side and from her hole to her clitoris then back down again. “If my mouth doesn’t belong here, why does it feel so nice?” I suckled gently on her clitoris again as she gasped. She could only whimper and squirm in response as I lapped away at her juicy sweet cunt. Eventually she managed to come up with some coherent words, mumbling “Santa Santa SANTA!” over and over.

I could feel her starting to tense up again and knew that if I wasn’t careful that she was going to cum yet again for me. I wasn’t sure whether her little body would be able to take much more, and I knew that I needed to reward her with much, much more tonight. As she got to the edge and started to shake, I moved my tongue away from her.

“Santa!” she whined, “why did you stop?”

“Because, silly, Santa has a lot more treats for you tonight Marie,” I explained.

I kissed her clit again before moving away from her and lying on my back next to her. “Why don’t you come sit on Santa’s lap again, Marie?” I asked her. She looked down at my hard cock, knowing what was going to happen, and started to look nervous. “You want to be a good girl for Santa, don’t you?”

She nodded and climbed slowly onto my lap, and I groaned slightly as I felt her bare cunt brush against my cock. So hot. So wet. So good. I pulled her head down towards mine and kissed her deeply so she could taste the sweetness that was still lingering in my mouth from licking her pussy moments before.

I moved the head of my cock so that it was pressed against her tight hole. “Take a nice deep breath, sweetie,” I told her and as she nodded I moved the head of my cock just inside her. She felt so good, even though I only had a small part of me inside her virgin fuckhole. “Now move up and down a little bit, Marie,” I instructed and she bit her lip again as she started to ride my cock, taking a little bit more with each movement. With every little push she made a tiny whimper, but there was no way that she was going to stop now.

It was too much for me. I pushed harder, trying to fill her tiny cunt with my cock in one big thrust. She squealed slightly as I forced my way up to meet her downward pushes, knowing that she was getting what she deserved on Christmas Eve.

She rocked her cunt slightly, taking more cock in than ever before. Her lip was starting to bleed slightly as she bit harder to try to keep quiet, but with each movement so took the last few inches of my cock. She smiled down at me as the final inch disappeared inside her teenie cunt.

“Good girl, Marie,” I told her. “Now touch yourself for me as you take Santa cock like a special girl.” She reached down and started to rub her clit harder than I had dared to. Little spasms were already shooting through her cunt, twitching with every circle that she made against herself as I pounded her harder and harder, thrusting deeper as she moaned my name over and over. “Oh god. Santa’s inside me,” she mumbled, “I’m losing my virginity to Santa and I love it”

I knew that I couldn’t last much longer before her tight wet pussy would make me cum inside her. “Do you want Santa to cum in here, little one?” I asked her. “Or do you want one more treat from Santa before I have to go to my next house?”

She squirmed and rode me harder and faster. “Oh Santa, I don’t know. I can’t think. I don’t know. Please. You. Decide. Can’t. Think,” she babbled at me. I considered whether to cum right there and then, to flood her cunt with my cum for the first time. Should I?

“Stop, Marie. Santa has one last special treat for you,” I told her and she looked sadly down at me as she slowed her movements. “Climb off Santa’s lap, and lie down face down with your bottom in the air for me,” I told her and she slowly followed my instructions. My cock was glistening with her teenie girl juices, which I knew would be enough for what I had in mind.

I started to rub her tiny arsehole with my thumb, spreading some of the sweet pussy juices all around her. As she quivered for me, I slowly slid one finger inside the tightest hole she had. She moaned softly and gripped her pillow. “Relax, Marie. You need to relax more for the last treat for a good girl,” I told her.

I swirled my finger round and round inside her, feeling her relax to accommodate my probing finger. “Oh god, Santa, that feels wonderful,” she told me, “is this my last treat?” I chuckled softly at her as I fucked my finger more rapidly in her hot tight arse. “No, dummy, Santa’s going to put my cock in there instead, and if I know you you’ll love it, Marie,” I told her. I smeared more juice from her cunt on my cock head and withdrew my finger from her arsehole.

“Hold you bottom open for Santa,” I told her, as I moved her hands onto her sweet little bottom. She held on tight, spreading her cheeks, making me smile at the sweet treat on offer to me. I pressed the head of my cock against her, desperately wanting just to force myself deep in one go but knowing that I couldn’t.

“Take a nice deep breath again, and let it out when you feel Santa pushing,” I instructed, and as she inhaled I prepared myself to use her tightest fuckhole to finally get myself off. As she exhaled, I pushed the head of my cock into her sweet little arsehole, using one deep thrust.

She squealed as I gave her more cock than I had intended, but didn’t try to stop me or to tell me to stop. She really was a good little girl. She was so deliciously tight and hot that I couldn’t control myself. As I looked down on her beautiful face, I saw one tear running from her eye and dripping down her face. I pulled out a little bit and pushed back in deeper than before. Making the sweet little girl squirm for me as I pushed more cock deeper and deeper with every thrust until soon enough as she yelped into her pillow I had buried my entire cock in her arse.

Her lip was quivering and more tears were running down her face, but she had managed to take as much as I could give her and hadn’t complained once. “You’re a special little girl, Marie,” I reminded her, as I pushed her face down so that when I started fucking her more and noise she made would be hidden in her pillow. As I fucked her over and over, the tears started to dry and there were no new ones forming. “You wanted a special treat didn’t you, Marie?” I asked her in a teasing voice. “Uh-huh,” she mumbled into the pillow, “please, Santa, please give me the treat I deserve for being a good girl this year.”

I grinned and started to pound her harder, making her little girl big tits shake with every thrust, making her give a little moan with every stroke.

“Are you ready now, Marie? Ask Santa again”, I commanded, and she grinned through the pain and the pleasure mixed together. “Pleeeeeease, Santa, give me what I need. Show me what good girls get from Santa!”

That was all it took. I pushed harder and deeper than before and started to cum inside her. “Santa’s cumming inside you, Marie,” I whispered through clenched teeth, pumping more cum into her tiny body than I thought possible. She whimpered slightly as she felt my shooting cum inside her, but smiling at what a lucky girl she was that Santa was paying her all this attention tonight.

As I felt the last drop leave me, I looked down at her ravaged little body. Her pussy was leaking and dripping, clearly reacting to the treatment that she was earning that night. Her face was flushed. The tears had dried, and she was smiling with her eyes closed with a look of contented bliss.

“You’re a very good girl, Marie,” I reassured her as I pulled out slowly from her sore little bum. I bent down and kissed her tenderly on the forehead. “Santa always gives special girls the nicest treats for Christmas, doesn’t he?”

She sighed blissfully, realising that she had lost her virginity to the nicest possible person that she could ever imaging. Knowing that this was the reward for being a good girl all year long, and hoping that next Christmas she could show Santa just what good girls can do. “Thank you, Santa,” she sleepily mumbled.

In the morning it was only the sight of the marks on her bed sheets, the feeling of contentment, the little bruises on her bottom from where I had gripped her too hard, and the soreness in her bottom that ever reminded her of Santa’s special visit.

And even if she told anyone, they would never believe that Santa really had visited, would they?