Chapter five

Diana's POV.

I was trembling from anticipation as I stood outside the club, taking a deep breath and rubbing my thighs together aggressively.

It's been some months now since Ryan, my fiancée, dumped me. Not only that, he insulted and humiliated me by calling me an old lady, who couldn't satisfy anyone in bed.

My heart was broken, and I wanted to prove him wrong, but at the same time, I remembered Gavin, the one guy who truly cared about me.

Unfortunately, two years ago, I pushed him away for Ryan, who wasn't even half a man of what Gavin is, but why was I just realizing it now?

When Gavin came back, I expected him to mock me and be all like "I told you so," but rather, he consoled me and in no time, I could feel my panties wet with desire for him.

It was then that I came to the realization that I had always wanted my best friend but just didn't want to admit it.

When he pulled out a Christmas mask, after I told him about my wish of meeting a Santa Claus to fuck me hard, I had hoped he would be the Santa Claus.

I had imagined Gavin pulling me close for a kiss, to whisper that I didn't need a Santa Claus since he was already here to grant my desires but he did neither.

Rather he stepped away and even helped me find an erotic club, where I could meet Santa Claus.

As soon as I entered the club, I was taken aback by the displays I saw around.

Naked Girls in just red, shiny panties were parading around in heels, while some were whining on the polls or grinding themselves down on the men that gathered, as a Christmas song played in the background.

No one gave a fuck about their nudity, and I noticed that in the center, a girl was on her knees, giving a blow job to a guy dressed in red clothes, a Christmas cap on his head.

He was thrusting aggressively into her mouth and I caught a sight of his hardened dick and gulped down the saliva that gathered in my mouth, knowing that I wanted my mouth to be fucked too.

"Hey, are you Diana?" One of the girls walked closer to me and asked.

"Yes." I nodded and she grinned.

"Perfect, a reservation has been made for you." She told me and I froze.

"A reservation?"

She nodded. "Follow me please."

I trailed behind her, remembering instantly that it was Gavin who had brought me down here, so he was probably the one who made a reservation for me.

We came in front of a room, decorated in Christmas designs and balls.

The girl knocked on the door gently before saying. "She is here."

A huge lump formed in my throat as she gestured for me to go inside and I obeyed, closing the door behind me and trying not to be nervous.

The room was beautifully decorated as well, but that wasn't what struck me; it was the Santa Claus sitting on the chair, with his legs spread out open.

"And who do we have here?" His deep voice sent shivers down my spine as I stared at him, trying not to drool at how muscular and handsome he was.

I was actually expecting a fat Santa Claus with beards all over but this Santa Claus in front of me was more of a dream man.

I could see his bulge rising through his trousers and knew instantly that he must have a good-sized cock.

That thought alone made me pool my panties and also made me satisfied that I had come to the right place, so I thrust my purse to the ground.

"Santa, I am just a girl who wants to be dirty this season." I bit my lower lip seductively, loving the way his eyes ran all over my body.

Though he had a mask on, I felt comfortable around him and could sense the desire from him.

"How dirty, little girl?" He asked as he got on his feet and walked closer to me, towering over me with his height.

"It depends Santa, can you give me what I really desire?" I almost moaned as he placed a hand on my lips.

“And what do you desire?”

“Your dick in my mouth!”

Santa smirked, “I don't think that'd be enough for you. Tell me everything you want and I’ll have it fulfilled.”

My heart pounded from excitement as I moved closer to the handsome Santa, falling on my knees before looking up at him while wetting my red lips, sucking his fingers into my mouth in the process.

“I want you to touch me. Caress my whole being, make my sexual fantasy come true. Kiss me, tie me, spank me, tell me the flirtiest words, and fuck me through the holidays until I smell of my “Lusty Holidays”. I moaned and he laughed.

"Now that's one dirty wish but are you ready for the consequences, because it isn't going to be smiling at you. You are not just asking for pleasure but also pain, so can you handle it?" He questioned as he trailed his hand from my lips, downwards to my boobs.

My nipples were hardening against my gown, begging to be sucked, especially when I moved closer to what was straining against his trousers.

"I think you should let this out first." I stretched out my tongue to give him a lick through the fabric and he groaned, his hand cupping my boobs.

I continued to lick him, loving the sensual smell I was getting as I wanted nothing more than for him to fuck my throat hard.

"Open that mouth for me, beautiful." He ordered as my pussy got more soaked.

I did as he asked, watching impatiently as he unbuckled his belt, unzipped his fly, and brought out his massive dick.

My eyes widened upon seeing his length.