TITLE    : Black Santa's White Christmas
STORYID  : black-santas-white-christmas
SUMMARY  : A small blonde teen gets a surprise visit around Christmas.
AUTHOR   : OnyxMasters@lit
DATE     : 2022-12-04
CATEGORY : interracial-erotic-stories
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TAGS     : |bbc|forced|non consensual|interracial|teen|white woman|black man|christmas|santa|black bred|


(To more sensitive or whiny readers of online pornography, this story features both rape, and the non sexualized death of a character that could be construed as upsetting by context. You are advised to either stop reading now, toughen up, or save some tissues for your tears. To fans of dark and disturbing stories, please enjoy.)

Amber wasn't an idiot, per se, but she was a little airheaded, gullible and an eternal optimist, the sort of girl who loves unicorns, and thinks fairies went extinct. But she was a sweetheart, and a good girlfriend to her current beau Troy. Troy was just an average guy, except to be frank, he was kind of a jerk. Their relationship rested on the foundation that they had been dating since she had been 17 and he was 22, and now that she was 18, graduated, and living with him, they had fallen into a comfort zone of familiarity. Amber was almost blindly loyal to Troy, however, he was certainly not above cheating if the opportunity came up, but would always stay with her if it was the easier choice. Amber had only recently decided that she wanted to have a baby, a choice that Troy didn't want any part of, which he made very clear. Which is why Amber was praying, not to any particular god, but to the spirit of Christmas, that she would be given a baby for the holiday.

"Please, please, please... help me get a baby, spirit. I know Troy said I'm not in ready to be a mom yet, but I think I am, and he would probably make a great dad too." she said, kneeling by the side of their shared bed as she had for the last few minutes.

She smiled as she stood, walking barefoot back to their living room where she had been decorating the Christmas tree. She fished the star out of the cardboard box they kept their supplies in, and looked at it with a slightly confused turn, wondering how she was going to get it up there. She was only 5'1, and didn't have the greatest reach. Not that she was disproportionate in any way, she was actually perfectly built for her size, with B, pushing on C, breasts, a smooth rounded rear, and petite feet. She was a blonde, which may explain her ditziness, with hazel eyes, and fair white skin. She was cute in the girl next door sort of way, and while she knew it, she wasn't vain about it. Troy would help when he got home from hanging out with his friends, she figured, putting it back down, and grabbing the shiny blue balls to hang up instead.

Outside, merely a few blocks up from their cheap, sort of ghetto apartment, Troy was walking home from the bar where he and his friends had been drinking most of the evening away. He knew Amber was waiting for him, excited to finally put the tree up, but he didn't want to do any of that, thus the drinking instead. It was a week until Christmas, and they had almost "mutually" agreed that getting gifts was a waste of money, so what the hell was the point of doing all the decorating? He had been more than happy flirting with a waitress instead, even if he didn't get anywhere, and hoofing it home to go straight to bed, assuming he couldn't get some from Amber. He knew in his heart he could though, as Amber would do anything he wanted, really. He had her wrapped around his little finger.

In his badly drunken state, Troy didn't realize he had been followed, and was more than disoriented as he was pushed into the nearby alley. He stumbled, catching his balance only barely before turning around and taking a drunken haymaker swing at whomever had assailed him. He missed wildly, almost falling again, his attacker ducking and dodging behind him. Troy turned and ran strait for him, hoping to tackle him, but slipping on an icy old pizza box, and smashing himself headfirst into the brick wall behind the dumpster. His would be robber stood a little confused, watching as Troy fell to the ground, a small split in his head trickling blood down, concussed, and now unconscious. The robber shrugged, laughed a little, and took the wallet out of his pocket, along with his keys. He rifled through his billfold quickly, taking all the cards and cash he had (which wasn't much) and checking his home address. It wasn't far, and he had the keys, so he decided to see if he couldn't make tonight worth his while.

With his alcohol level, the fact that he was passed out with a concussion, being obscured behind the dumpster AND with the below freezing temperature... there was no way Troy was going to survive the night without help. Which he ultimately, did not.

Meanwhile, back at home, Amber had stopped trying to dress the tree, unable to get the ornaments high enough without Troy, and instead had gotten distracted watching the Grinch on TBS. She heard someone approaching the door, fumbling with keys, and she excitedly got up to greet (who she figured was) Troy by putting a bow on her head, and standing just inside the door, smiling with anticipation. After several seconds of waiting, it seemed like he was having trouble getting his keys in, so she assumed he was drunk again, and went to open the door for him.

"Baby look!" she started, beaming at her bow, as she unlocked the door starting to pull it open slightly, when suddenly the door swung open very hard and very fast, hitting her and knocking her down. "Ow! What did... Santa?" she said, eyeing the stranger in the threshold.

The large, heavy man was dressed in a Santa outfit, red cap, coat, fake beard and all, with the key exception being that unlike the rosy cheeked old man you normally saw on TV, he was black as coal, and using this attire to conceal his activities this holiday season. He took two heavy steps toward her, his height and weight looming over her, before clubbing her in the head with the butt of his gun, causing her to pass out. Black Santa closed the door behind him, checking to make sure he hadn't made such a clatter with the neighbors, before firmly shutting the curtains. He turned toward Amber's unconscious form, eyeing her up from her bare feet, to her skinny jeans, to the absurd green holiday sweater she wore, the corner of his mouth turning up in a vile grin. It looked like Christmas was coming early for him.

Amber came to slowly, opening and closing her eyes as the world came back into color, unsure if she had actually seen Santa Claus, or if Troy had maybe just hit her with the door by mistake again. But the idea that it had been Troy faded quickly, as she realized that she was both bound and gagged, wriggling slightly, but unable to move freely. As she turned her head, she saw Black Santa putting all their electronics in an assortment of bags next to their unplugged television, which he was also clearly stealing. She let out a muffled cry, wriggling in his general direction. Which did succeed in getting his attention, as he crouched down, smile under his beard, and pulled the balled up pair of her socks he had jammed in her mouth, out.

"Santa Claus, why... why are you stealing our things?" she said, aware he wasn't Santa, but unsure what else to call him, "It's Christmas, you can't do that!"

He enjoyed the facade of being Santa, and responded in kind, "I can do whatever I want, miss... what's your name, kid?"

"Amber..." she said sheepishly.

"Well Ms. Amber, Santa has decided that you and Troy haven't been very good this year, and he's giving your things to the less fortunate." he said, about to stand up, before reminding her, "Oh, and don't think about screaming for help, or I'll blow your brains out." a sentence he punctuated by producing his gun.

Amber gulped and nodded, fully willing to follow the rules if it saved her life. As she was nodding her head, the bow she had placed on there earlier tumbled off, and she blew at it trying to free it from the strands of her hair that followed along. Black Santa reached down and plucked it up, putting it back on her head, quite content with the look it provided. Amber sat perfectly still as he did, her awareness of more than simply interacting with him coming back into focus as she realized she wasn't just bound, she was naked. Black Santa decided to further his amusement, plugging the rope lights in, the soft pink glow lighting up Amber's petite nude body, her small frame bound and wrapped in them. Her ankles and knees tightly wound, with several winds around her body, before firmly securing her wrists behind her back. The soft glow of the lights, and her supple nude body were making him rock hard in his oversized red pants, and he knew he wouldn't be able to help himself. He started to approach her, putting his gun in his pocket, and producing his big black cock instead, pumping it slowly.

"Santa... what are you doing?" she said, eyeing up his enormity with both fear and amazement.

"It turns out, all I want for Christmas is YOU." he said somewhat menacingly.

"Oh, uh... I, you shouldn't... I have a boyfriend, and he'll be home soon." she said, hopefully.

Black Santa didn't' actually know if Troy was coming home or not, he hadn't actually killed him, he had just left him in the alley. But he decided he was already too far in, and he always had his gun if he needed it.

"You've been a naughty girl, Amber... and Santa thinks you need to be punished." he said, jerking himself harder and faster now.

"I don't think I've been naughty at all, but I think YOU have been." she said, as he leaned down, scooping her up, and hoisting her over his shoulder.

"Bout' to be a whole lot naughtier." he said, walking her into the bedroom the plug ripping from the wall as he did.

He lined up his drop, throwing her lightly down on the bed, her restrained body bouncing up and down as the mattress settled, Amber now laying on her back and arms.

"Santa, sir... I don't think you should do this, aren't you worried about getting in trouble?" she said, nervously as he jerked himself, licking his lips.

"Some things are too good to pass up." he said, grabbing her ankles, pushing his cock between the soles of both her feet.

The opening was tight, as her legs and ankles were still bound in rope lights, and he pushed his way firmly between them ramping up as his pleasure mounted. Amber sat up as much as she could, watching this strange black Santa Claus jerking his cock with her feet, the mass of his black cock contrasted heavily against her white skin. She had never had anyone want to do something like this before, and she wasn't sure she understood the appeal, but he seemed to be enjoying it... A LOT. It wasn't too long before he grunted, pulled back, and pumped a gooey load over all of her toes. Amber was absolutely mesmerized by the sheer volume of the load, and how his cock easily dwarfed the size of her foot. She had always been small, which had made Troy feel big (though he wasn't), but this guy was astoundingly large.

"Mmmm... that's what I'm talking about." he said, wiping every last bit on her.

His eyes ran up the short run of her legs, settling on her cleanly shaven pussy, as he caught his breath.

"Now I think it's time you sat on Santa's lap." he said, moving around her.

"Santa, I don't think that's going to fit inside me." she said, a slight panic setting in, along with erotic curiosity.

He loved the acknowledgement of his enormity, running with it, "Don't worry Ms. Amber, Santa fits into all sorts of places he ain't supposed to... and the fun is in the trying."

He crudely flipped her over, dragging her legs down, so she was face down on the bed, ass up over the side. He slapped his thick black cock down on the crack of her white ass, the length of it causing the head to rest on the small of her back. He began rocking his hips slightly, Amber able to feel the mass of his balls pressing against her butt with every thrust. In spite of herself, she was starting to get a little wet. She didn't like the idea of using the word "rape" to describe what was happening (though it was), but she figured this was going to happen whether she had chosen it or not, maybe she could at least enjoy the ride. He reached down and ran his finger up the tight seam of her vagina, dewy moisture sticking to the tips as he did.

"Well well... looks like somebody is ready for Santa to "cum" down her chimney." he said, still playing the role.

"I mean, maybe... I guess." she said, shuddering slightly at his touch, "Since you're going to do it anyway, and it's not like I'm cheating or anything." she followed up, not knowing how right she was.

"Then ho-ho-ho, here-we-go..." he said, pulling back and jamming the massive black head of his cock between her pale pussy lips.

"Oh my... that's..." she started, gasping, as it drove deeper into her, "TOO BIG, HOLY SHIT!"

His big nigger cock being the thickest thing that had ever been inside her, Amber felt the sting of soreness at her skin stretching, the pressure in her cervix as he drove it wide open, and the pain of him driving in so deep, he hit the wall of her uterus... and he wasn't even all the way in. Amber trembled all over, the pain and pleasure mingling together, the idea of being bound and fucked by a stranger taking it all to new heights. He, of course, loved her response, and started slowly pounding it inside her, taking it a little easy on her to start. Amber had gone flush, her mouth wide open, as she enjoyed every inch of every stroke.

"Holy... my... fuck me Santa..." she purred as he pumped away.

Her words just stoked the coals for him even more, and he increased his speed and force, his cock bending ever so slightly as he dominated her tight white opening. Amber let out a squeak of pleasure at his increased efforts, turning her head to the side and biting at her lower lip. She was going to cum soon, and she knew it, the pleasure was too intense and only getting stronger.

"Oh... oh god... I'm gonna cum..." she said, gasping for breath.

"That's right, you little slut, cum on Santa's dick." he said, pulling her back so hard now, he was lifting her hips and ass of the bed.

Amber let loose, orgasms crashing over her repeatedly, moans turning to screams of ecstasy. Which forced Black Santa out of the moment, falling over her, clapping a large black hand over her mouth to shut her up. They both rolled into a sideways missionary position now, his cock planted firmly inside her though he was no longer thrusting. He dipped his free hand into his coat pocket, pulling out the balled up pair of her socks he had first used, stuffing it back in her mouth, the noises now just muffled mewling. Satisfied, he continued, reaching down and squeezing her breasts, working her soft pink nipples between his rough black fingers. Amber's body spasmed and shook, her legs trembling as he continued, breathing rapidly though her nose. After several more minutes, she could feel him tensing up, followed by large hot jets of semen pumping into her unprotected womb, causing her to utterly melt. His hand slid up, gripping her neck, choking her firmly as he came, low grunts escaping his lips.

Amber was too brain fucked to consider anything other than the pleasure, and it may not have dawned on her right away even if she wasn't, but she was in the process of getting her Christmas wish. Millions of his sperm racing to her ovaries, attacking and penetrating her egg, a new life now on it's way into the world. She grunted twice lightly, motioning her head, Black Santa pulling the gag loose as he vaguely understood her request.

"That was... too good. You're... amazing." she huffed out, knowing he was a very bad man, but still impressed by his sexual prowess.

"You're fucking right I am." he said, ego bigger than ever, still not completely satisfied.

He pulled out with a wet pop, her gaping pussy leaking his cum out on the bedspread. They both lay catching their breath for a few seconds, when he eagerly pressed the head of his dark dick against her vulnerable ass, pushing partially inside.

"Oh, no, wait... I don't do that." she said, alarmed.

"Yeah, well I do." he shot back, with no intention of stopping.

"Wait, please! WAIT STOP, YOU'RE TOO BIG, IT WON'T FIT, IT WON'T FIT!!!" she cried, her voice raising in panic as he didn't slow down at all.

Once again, she could feel the painful stretching of her skin, the strange and alien intrusion riding deep inside a part of her she had never offered before.

"Santa gets... what Santa wants..." he said, the pressure on his cock hard as her tight body tried to resist him.

Amber was absolutely conflicted. She always thought of anal sex as gross, and it felt weird and painful, but somehow also strangely amazing. Her mouth was wide open now in a silent scream, her eyes crossing slightly as he pumped firmly, still not able to fit his entirety inside her small body. She threw her head back, still unable to make a sound, her eyes closing now as she let him take over. Amber's toes curled hard as her legs tensed up again, Black Santa's portly stomach bouncing as he worked her ass relentlessly. Amber had raced back to the finish line again, orgasm nearly overwhelming her, her knees coming up nearly to her chest.

"I'm... I'm gonna... choke me again!" she cried out, and he gladly obliged.

Amber doesn't remember much of that particular climax, her eyes rolling back, a slight spittle forming on the edges of her mouth as he cut off her air. Black Santa actually eased up, slightly worried he'd overdone it for a moment, when she gasped back to normality.

"Holy... fuck..." she choked out.

The relief was enormous for him, but he continued going slowly, thinking about his next move, climax catching up to him as well.

"Santa' about to cum too, baby." he said, the need mounting.

"Cum... in my... mouth." she replied, still gasping.

Black Santa was more than happy to follow that particular order, easing out of her tight little ass, and moving around to her face, Amber wriggling herself to meet him as best as she was able. He grabbed the base of his fat, moist cock, the sound of his furious masturbating sloppy and wet. She opened her mouth as wide as she was able, tongue poking out slightly, ready for his load. He tried jamming his cock in her mouth, but couldn't possibly get past her front teeth with his enormity and her diminutive size. So instead, he simply placed the head in as far as he was able as she formed a seal around it with her lips, and he ejaculated hard filling her mouth instantly. Amber swallowed all of it greedily, never losing her grip, sucking as the follow up loads splashed against her uvula, drowning her rear teeth again. Needing a breath, she opened her mouth this time, seed spilling out as she lay sideways. She worked what was left in her mouth before swallowing again, opening back up with a satisfied "ahhh" and sticking her tongue out, proving it was all gone.

"Hot... damn..." he said, his turn to catch his breath.

"Yummy." she said quietly, licking the edges of her mouth.

"Forget the TV, I should be taking you with me." he said, putting his sensitive cock back into his large costume pants as he pulled them back up.

She regained a little composure, looking up at his sweaty bearded face, "Oh, you can't do that. I still have a boyfriend who will be home any minute now. You should probably go before he gets here, he can be pretty tough."

He was somewhat astounded both by her loyalty, and her naivety. Deciding ultimately he got what he came for, and it WAS time to roll before someone came knocking, boyfriend or otherwise.

"Guess you're a good girl after all." he said, still playing the absurd Santa dynamic they had fallen into. "If you promise to wait, I'll leave you your cell phone so you can call for help when I'm gone. Fair?"

"Thanks Santa." she said, falling back into her sleepy post sex fatigue.

Black Santa went and picked up the things he wanted, putting them in her old school backpack, throwing it over his shoulders and putting their modest flat screen under his arm before he slipped off in a flash, taking a brief look around before leaving. True to her word, not out of loyalty or kindness but just because she was a little dim, she waited ten minutes as she got her composure back fully, using her nose to unlock the phone and dial emergency services. They got there within minutes, two officers sweeping the unit before they got to the bedroom, finding her tied up, the clear victim of a sex crime amongst other things. EMT's loaded her onto a gurney shortly after, escorting her outside into the cold, a cheap blanket wrapped around her.
<hr pg="2" />"Can someone call Troy?" she asked, "I think he's still at the bar with his friends."

The emergency crew said they would, using her phone, but not getting any answer. They would try several other numbers for some of his friends before they got a response, finally learning that he had left hours ago. An investigation of the likely route he would have taken home eventually yielded his damaged and now freezing body in the alley several blocks from his apartment. Amber wouldn't find out for another day as they wanted her to focus on herself, making sure nothing bad had come of her own head injury, which was fairly mild upon inspection. They performed the usual rape kit, collecting DNA evidence, and doing their best to get any information on her attacker, and Troy's potential murderer, they could. Her description wasn't great, given the costume and beard, and the DNA proved ultimately inconclusive. After a thorough examination by the ME, it was determined that Troy had likely stumbled and fallen, and not been murdered. So while all cases are taken seriously, it meant that the priority would be slightly lower than it had initially started as.

Black Santa did get caught some years later for crimes unrelated to what happened, ultimately getting tied to the crimes he had committed in the couples apartment, as well as charges for involuntary manslaughter. Thankfully (for him) they lived in a cashless bail area, and he took off the second he got loose, disappearing for all intents and purposes.

As for Amber, she had been asked by the medical staff during that first night in with them if she wanted to take a post sex contraceptive, or morning after pill.

"Wait, you think I'm pregnant?" she asked, her hopes rising slightly.

"There is a possibility, miss. In cases like this, it's important that you take time to..."

"No, I want to keep it." she said, cutting him off.

To her mind, there was an equal chance it could be Troy's baby (thought it wasn't), and she would want to share the exciting news with him as soon as she could. The news of his death did hurt her enormously, but was a sigh of relief to her parents, who had always hated him. They had suspected for years that he was a lowlife who had basically brainwashed their daughter, and may have been emotionally abusive if not physically.They welcomed her back home with open arms, accepting her decision to have the baby, they themselves also unaware it would ultimately be black. This didn't deter Amber one bit,who named her new black son Chris (as he was her Christmas gift, a thought she did not take at all ironically). She wasn't the brightest light on the tree, but Amber did prove to be a good mother, devoting her life and time to raising him right, so that he wouldn't be a bad guy like his dad.

Perhaps it was a response to a her trauma, or maybe Amber just didn't think of it negatively, but she still found herself extremely turned on around Christmas time, finding herself masturbating on several occasions with socks stuffed in her own mouth. And who knew what the future would bring, because in spite of everything, her story was only just beginning.

