A visit from the ho ho ho.

T’was the night before Christmas and all through the house,
not a creature was stirring, not even my spouse.
While I tossed and I turned, my wife slept like the dead
so I threw back the covers, and rolled out of bed.

Restless and horny, I wandered downstairs,
it's the season of giving, but the bitch hardly cares.
She said she was tired from the wrapping and baking.
She claimed she was spent and her poor head was aching.

As I sat by the tree feeling hotly forlorn
I grabbed the remote and I cued up some porn.
I got myself off and must have been sleeping,
when I awoke to the sounds of someone softly creeping.

I zapped the TV and quickly covered my dick
thinking it was the kids, come to spy on Saint Nick.
I ducked and I covered as quick as I could,
but there in the doorway, like a vision, she stood.

And the moon on the breast of that well endowed ho
sent a fresh wave of lust to my boys down below.
And what to my wondering eyes should appear?
That perky young vixen had brought me a beer!

She sidled up to me so sultry and slow,
that I knew in a moment she must be a pro.
Then into the living room she boldly came
as she stroked me, and coaxed me, and called me some names,

"Hey Studly, hey Beefcake, my number one John,
Hey Big Boy, Adonis, now let's get it on.
Take me right by the tree and we'll polish the floor.
Do whatever you want 'cause I'm your Christmas whore."

She wore very little, her smooth skin she revealed,
from her red santa hat to her five inch spiked heels.
A bundle of toys hung down by her side,
and I knew I was in for a hell of a ride.

Her breasts were like roses, her nipples were hard
It must have been cold out there in the yard.
Her glossy red lips were curled up in a grin
and her eyes were a-twinkle with the promise of sin.

She winked at me then with a Palin-esque sass
As she turned I saw sugar plums tattooed on her ass
I reached out and took her plush Santa hat
And her husky laugh hummed like the purr of a cat.

“Oh Santa, I’ve been a very naughty girl this year.”
She whispered and nibbled the lobe of my ear.
Taking the cue, I gave her ass a light, playful slap,
She backed me into my chair and then climbed on my lap.

She spoke not a word, but got right to the job
She bucked and she rode til I felt myself throb
And when my desperate mouth latched on to her boob
It was festively flavored with peppermint lube.

The ride was intense and I didn’t last long
With her squeezing and pleasing the length of my schlong
As I thrust up to meet a babe paid to screw,
Somehow I just knew it was good for her too.

As I reared up my hips just once more to plow
I cried “Come for me! Come for me! Come for me NOW!
“Happy fucking Christmas!” she cried out with glee
As I exploded inside her, in my chair by the tree.

As I sat and wondered if I could get it up once more,
She climbed off my lap and she made for the door.
She held her hand out and I offered her cash
And she headed out into the snow like a flash

She sprang to her ‘vette and beeped off the alarm
Her fur coat now concealed her considerable charms
But I heard her exclaim as she drove out of sight,
“For fifty bucks more you coulda had me all night.”