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Role Playing With Peter And Mary Jane: Sexy Santa	By : marvelmaster616 Category: Marvel Verse Comics > Spiderman Views: 2224 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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- 1-The Sexy Santa
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Amazing Role Playing With Peter And Mary Jane
The Sexy Santa
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‘These mean character thoughts.’
Warning: This story contains graphic (albeit festive) sexual content. If you’re uncomfortable with that, I don’t recommend that you read this. That being said, I always welcome feedback, comments, and suggestions. Please post them on the fanfiction website or send them to me via email. Either way is fine. Enjoy!
New York, City – The Apartment of Peter Parker and Mary Jane Watson
For much of his life, Peter Parker had mixed feelings about Christmas and the holidays in general. He didn’t outright hate them, but they were difficult, even before he became Spider-Man.
Early in his life, seeing everyone else get together with family for the holidays just reminded him that his parents were dead. Even though his Aunt May and Uncle Ben did what they could to help him celebrate, it was still bittersweet. It didn’t get much better later on in life, but mostly because he lacked the money and resources to enjoy a proper Christmas.
Mary Jane’s feelings were even more mixed. She’d often recount horror stories about how her father would spend the holidays at the racetrack, gambling away every bit of money and claiming Santa Clause skilled their house. It made for many lonely Christmas mornings with no presents or festivities.
Since getting together, he and Mary Jane made an effort to enjoy the holidays once more. They had made progress over the years. At the very least, they gave one another something to look forward to other than painful memories and harsh reminders. They still could only get so excited about Christmas every year.
However, since discovering their fondness of role playing, Peter decided it was time to step up their efforts. After putting up their decorations, he pitched Mary Jane a scenario for them to try on Christmas Eve. That pitched quickly evolved into something more elaborate. And for the first time in years, he and Mary Jane had a good reason to be excited for Christmas this year.
“Ho Ho Ho! Santa Claus has come to town. And according to his list, there’s a very naughty girl living here.”
A brief silence followed. Peter had to stop from laughing at himself. He had many amazing superpowers as Spider-Man, but pretending to be Santa Clause wasn’t one of them. He’d warned Mary Jane of that before they started and she promised she wouldn’t hold that against him. He needed her to keep that promise for this scenario to work.
That line was the signal to get into character and play out the scene. Peter had been preparing himself in their living room for the past half-hour. It really shouldn’t have taken that long. His part simply required him to put on a cheap Santa suit he’d bought from a novelty store last week. It had the traditional features, including the coat, gloves, hat, and boots. It even came with a fake beard. It was fairly traditional, but tailored for someone who wasn’t nearly as fat.
It still felt a bit ill-fitted, but putting it on helped get Peter into the right mindset for this scenario. He might never get a job as a mall Santa, but he just needed to be good enough to make this scene work. Doing so would make this Christmas very memorable for him and Mary Jane.
“In here, Santa,” said a sexy, seductive voice. “The naughty girl you’re looking for is here. And she’s been waiting for you.”
Peter grinned and adjusted his attire. Mary Jane probably hesitated because she had to stop herself from laughing too. But, given her acting skills, he wasn’t concerned. He just had to keep channeling the spirit of jolly St. Nick long enough to give his love the Christmas they desired.
Once assured of his demeanor, he entered the door to their bedroom, from which Mary Jane had beckoned. What he saw next was a scene right out of a Christmas fantasy.
“Hello, Santa,” Mary Jane greeted.
Those beautiful words coincided with an equally beautiful sight. There on the bed, wearing nothing but some revealing red lingerie and a matching red thong, was Mary Jane Watson. She even wore matching red lipstick and had painted her nails green to match the holiday color scheme. She was like a Christmas angel, but with a devilishly naughty glare.
On top of her attire, Mary Jane had also decorated their bedroom with some extra holiday attire. She strung up some lights over their bed and lit some peppermint scented candles. It also helped that it was snowing outside, creating the ultimate holiday ambience. Peter was so taken by the scene that he imagined Santa himself getting excited by such a scene.
“You’re looking extra jolly tonight,” she said, amused at his reaction.
“Of course I am, Ms. Watson!” he said in an overly jolly voice. “It’s Christmas Eve. It’s my favorite night of the year. Although I must admit, going through my naughty list often tempers my holiday spirit.”
“I don’t doubt that. But maybe I can change that…and maybe convince you to remove me from that list.”
“Hahaha! For one as naughty as you? That would require quite an effort.”
“Trust me, Santa. I’m willing to make that effort…very willing, in fact.”
In another seductive display, Mary Jane got up on her knees and narrowed her gaze on him. Peter, his heart already racing and his penis already perking up, took a step closer and closed the door behind him. It was just him and a very naughty redhead in the room. From there, the Christmas magic could unfold.
“I know I’ve been quite naughty for many years now,” Mary Jane said, now sounding serious.
“Naughty indeed,” Peter said with a laugh. “Since you were a little girl, you’ve been getting into trouble. You cheated on tests in school. You stole lunch money. You even pretended to write naughty notes to the boys in your class…only to trick them into doing your homework.”
“Well, I never got caught,” she pointed out. “And I did apologize to them.”
“Haha! Only many years later and after several glasses of wine,” Peter retorted. “And that was just your childhood. The trouble you found as an adult was even more ambitious. You went from cheating on tests to cheating on boyfriends. You’ve also stolen shoes from boutique stores, tricked older men into paying for your clothes, and even slept with your boss’ son to get a raise. And that was before you began flashing your breasts to get free lattes.”
“So you have been keeping up,” she sighed. “Guess that means you also know about that time I slashed my landlord’s tires and blamed my neighbor.”
“That was a month ago, Ms. Watson. Remember, Santa keeps his list and checks it twice.”
“Even for the naughty ones?”
“Especially the naughty ones,” he said.
His demeanor remained playful. It was the only way Peter could hope to pull off this role. But Mary Jane remained serious, as well as seductive. With her gaze still locked on his, she leaned forward a bit, further showing off her lingerie. It was transparent around her breasts, giving Peter a nice view. Even through his Santa suit, he felt his blood grow hot with desire. It was just a matter of getting Mary Jane’s desire to match his.
“I admit I’ve been naughty,” she said while twirling her hair around her finger. “I’ve exercised poor judgement for so long. And lately, it’s been really getting to me…so much so that I’m ready to do something about it.”
“You should know, Ms. Watson. Going from naughty to nice is not something that happens all at once,” Peter said to her.
“I understand. I don’t expect it to happen instantly. But I want to take the first step. And I want it to start tonight…on Christmas Eve…with you.”
“That’s plenty admirable, Ms. Watson. But for a naughty girl like you, removing you from that list will take an important lesson, as well as a Christmas miracle or two.”
“Well, this is the time of year for miracles,” she quipped with a wry grin. “And if a harsh lesson what I need to get off that list, I’m willing to use a little magic of my own…magic I’d like to share with you.”
The beautiful redhead shifted her demeanor again. Mary Jane sat bad down on the bed, leaned back on her arms once more, and let her legs drape over the side to fully display her womanly form. It was like she was presenting him with the ultimate gift and that gift was her. Even for Santa, it was a gift like no other.
“Come here, Santa,” said Mary Jane, gesturing with her finger. “This naughty girl wants to share her Christmas magic with yours.”
Her tone, her gaze, her attire, and her amazingly seductive demeanor had Peter feeling extra jolly. That jolliness quickly found its way to his pants. Seeing Mary Jane beckon and tease him, leaning back further and proudly showing off her shapely legs, really got him into the spirit. And for once, he wasn’t tempted to break character to channel that spirit.
“Very well, Ms. Watson,” Peter said in his jovial tone. “If a lump of coal isn’t enough to teach you a lesson, then I’ll have to take a more direct approach.”
He casually kicked aside the red sack of presents and made his way towards the foot of the bed. Along the way, he loosened his belt buckle and undid his jacket. But the beard and hat had to stay on. That was an important part of the scenario while also keeping things festive.
As soon as he arrived, Mary Jane shifted her position on the bed. She got up on her knees, giving him a better view of her see-through nighty. Her breasts, as well as her matching red thong, looked even better under the Christmas lights. His jolly grin widened even more as she reached up to sensually stroke his beard.
“I hope your approach works, Santa,” she said playfully. “Few men went out of their way to teach me any lessons. I suppose they were too busy trying to get me naked.”
“Ha! Those naughty boys have fewer excuses,” Peter quipped. “They learned plenty of lessons. They simply chose not to heed them.”
“You think you can impart one that will stick?”
“It may take a Christmas miracle or two. But I’m Santa Clause! I can make an impression, even on the naughtiest of girls…if, of course, that is what they wish.”
“Believe me, Santa. That’s the only gift I want this Christmas.”
Peter grinned and laughed again before embracing the beautiful redhead. He felt her tremble with arousal. The soft gloves, fur coat, and silky beard made her purr under his touch. She was already giving him the hottest “fuck me” eyes he’d seen all year. It was as great a gift his love could give him.
“Very well, Ms. Watson,” Peter said in a more masculine tone. “Santa will give you your gift. But first, he’s going to unwrap his.”
While still propped on her knees, he tactfully slipped the straps of Mary Jane’s nighty off her shoulders. Then, with the same joy as any eager child on Christmas morning, he slid it off down her voluptuous body.
The beautiful redhead gladly accommodated him, grinning eagerly as her beautiful breasts lay fully exposed before him. Once the nighty was completely off, she was left in her revealing red thong and the big red bow on her head. Like the Santa suit, the bow had to stay on for the scenario. But this was also the point where their festive attire had to give way to deeper passions.
“Such a beautiful package, indeed,” Peter said, giving her breasts a light fondle. “But your lesson requires more than magic, Ms. Watson.”
“I understand, Santa. I’m willing to do my part,” said Mary Jane, sounding both innocent and naughty.
“Wonderful! Then, let’s channel some of that naughtiness of yours,” he said. “Get on your hands and knees. Santa has a very special candy cane that he needs you to suck.”
Mary Jane eagerly did as requested, getting on all fours while licking her lips in anticipation. As she got into position, Peter pulled off his oversized belt buckle and took off his pants. The beautiful redhead’s naughtiness already had him half-erect. He could already see in his lover’s eyes that she was hungry for he a Christmas treat.
Peter even found himself being more playful. He waved his cock around her face, brushing the tips against her lips and cheek. She giggled gleefully, sharing in the spirit. It was more playful than they usually got during sex. But in the festive spirit of the season, as well as the scenario, it felt so fitting.
“Ooh! I love these kinds of candy canes,” Mary Jane cooed. “Especially the big ones!”
“Santa carries a big sack,” Peter joked. “Santa also requires great effort…especially for those seeking removal from the naughty list.”
“I’ll put in the effort, Santa,” she said intently. “I promise I’ll suck your candy cane better than any naughty girl ever has!”
The beautiful redhead made good on her word.
With focused naughtiness, she began teasing his cock with her lips and tongue. She didn’t even use her hands, simply licking and kissing the tip while looking up at him with seductive playfulness. Mary Jane didn’t usually need extra motivation to give great oral sex. But between the spirit of the season and the lesson he’d promised to teach her, she had more incentive than usual.
After tantalizing him with her lips and tongue, she escalated her efforts. In a smooth, sensual motion, she took his entire length into her mouth. That warm, slithery feeling of her lips and tongue around his cock got Peter moaning with extra jolliness. He grinned with glee as Mary Jane showed off her deep-throating skills. Once she had his full length inside, she proceeded to suck and slurp along his shaft.
“Hoho! That’s some effort, Ms. Watson,” Peter said. “Some effort indeed!”
She shot him a lurid glance, as if to tell him she was just getting warmed up. Peter got the message loud and clear. His feet planted firmly by the bed, he grasped the side of her head and let Mary Jane work her Christmas magic.
While clutching the sheets below her, she sucked him off harder. It was like she wanted to prove she could orally please him with just her mouth and no hands, a special skill that only a naughty girl could master. She certainly proved herself well in that regard. Mary Jane had always been creative when it came to oral sex, but she once again raised the bar.
And Peter loved every second of it. As he savored the hot sensations, he ran his gloved hands through her red hair. His dick also became fully erect and harder than any holiday treat.
“Harder, naughty girl! Suck that candy harder!” Peter proclaimed.
Mary Jane answered with a hungry purr. Back and forth, her head bobbed. With every motion, she swirled her tongue along the length of his shaft, savoring and stimulating every inch of his manly flesh.
The harder the sucked him, the more the festive mood escalated. Peter’s arousal intensified with each scintillating sensation. Mary Jane even shared in the mood, reaching into her panties with her right hands and fingering her pussy in anticipation. They were quickly getting to a point where her blowjob skills would not suffice. To effectively complete this Christmas lesson, of hers, they needed something more.
That was where the next brand of Christmas magic could manifest.
“Hmm…I think you’ve had your share of sweets,” said Peter, promptly withdrawing his dick from her mouth.
“Oh darn,” Mary Jane said with a pouty face. “I was hoping to taste your cum. I hear it’s flavored with peppermint.”
“Ha! You heard correctly, Ms. Watson,” he replied. “But Santa reserves that treat for the good girls. And you’re still on the naughty list.”
“Still? What more do I have to do?” she asked him.
She looked at him with pleading eyes. But Peter just looked back with a mischievous grin that still showed through his fake beard.
“Bend over this bed,” he told her. “Show me that festive ass of yours. And Santa shall do the rest!”
“And then, will I be off the list?” she asked.
“Hohoho! That depends on how well you take this lesson.”
He let go of her head and took a step back, his dick still fully erect and staring her in the face. The beautiful redhead got the message, still licking her lips of some stray pre-cum that had come out during her efforts. Still determined to prove herself, Mary Jane got into position. But that didn’t stop her from being playful.
Like a naughty sex goddess, she slipped off the bed and turned around to show off that perfect ass of hers. She looked so great in that red thong with the little mistletoe. It was enough to make Peter lick his lips in anticipation.
“A naughty girl with a nice ass,” he commented. “Just what Santa asked for!”
He quickly approached, giving Mary Jane’s butt a light swat to let her know he was ready. He then grasped the sides of her thong and slid it down her legs, revealing to him her very aroused pussy.
She was dripping wet, having worked herself into a frenzy, being such a naughty girl. She even shook her ass a bit, as if to belabor just how naughty she was. Peter responded by kneeling down and giving her moist slit a nice lick, lapping up her feminine juices and evoking a gleeful purr from his lover.
“Ah! Now this is Santa’s favorite treat,” Peter said proudly.
“Please…take me!” Mary Jane cooed. “Gorge on me! Teach this naughty girl the lesson she deserves!”
“Hoho! You actually said please. My lesson is clearing working. But we’re far from done!”
He gave her pussy another lick, this time paying close attention to her swollen clit. She shuttered again, her body aching for his sex. He chose not to tease her any further. Even a girl on the naughty list didn’t deserve such treatment. Santa promised her a lesson and that was exactly what he intended to give her.
The taste of her pussy still on his breath, Peter rose once more and guided his erect cock towards her entrance. As he rubbed the tip along the outer folds of her vagina, he grabbed hold of her waist and aligned her butt with his pelvis. Mary Jane clenched the bed sheets below her, squeezing them in anticipation. Then, while utilizing maximum leverage, Peter thrust his hips forward and entered her.
The penetration was so smooth and moist. Mary Jane’s inner folds parted, surrounding his manhood with her tight, womanly heat. It was beautiful, a wonderous gift of passion and flesh. Role or no role, it got Peter in the holiday spirit. And in that spirit, he started hammering away, rocking Mary Jane’s naked body with their sex.
“Ooh, Santa!” Mary Jane gasped. “Your Christmas spirit…inside me!”
“Hohoho! Yes, Ms. Watson!” Peter said. “Take this spirit! Take it into you!”
More moans, grunts, and high-pitched squeals followed. The sex that unfolded was rough, yet playful. Peter worked his hips back and forth, pumping his hardened penis inside the tight folds of her vagina. He was every bit as determined as Mary Jane had been while sucking his dick. He wasn’t just going to give her great sex. He was going to indeed teach her a lesson.
What that lesson entailed didn’t matter. In that moment, he was Santa and she was a naughty girl in need of some Christmas spirit. Hot sex was just his way of imparting that spirit. Whether it worked or not, it made quite an impression.
“Yes! Oh yes! Oohhh yes!” Mary Jane moaned. “I feel it! I really feel it now!”
“Hahaha! Do you, Ms. Watson?” Peter teased. “Perhaps, Santa need to check twice!”
He stepped up the pace, humping harder and faster. He also pushed her thighs apart slightly so he could reach down and fondle her clit. That got her moaning even louder, much to Peter’s delight. It reminded Mary Jane that he knew her weak points when it came to sex. He knew how to drive her wild, no matter how naughty or nice she was.
“Oh yeah!” she exclaimed. “Keep checking, Santa! Keep checking!”
He grinned and laughed as he continued rocking Mary Jane’s world. He kept thrusting into her pussy and rubbing her clit, compounding every sensation with each gesture. The beautiful redhead writhed in delight. As he pushed her to the brink, she arched her hips upward and buried her face into the bed. Her knees began to buckle under the intimate onslaught, the pressure building within.
Peter sensed it too. Her inner muscles tightened and her breathing grew ragged. That extra hot tightness brought him to the edge, as well. She was about to climax, ready to accept this very special gift. And he was ready to accept his as well.
“Ohhh yes! I’m coming, Santa! I’m coming!” Mary Jane exclaimed.
“Hoho! As am I, naughty girl! As am I!” Peter said jovially.
“Please! Come inside! Give me my special present!”
Peter grinned eagerly, his Santa hat nearly falling off as he humped harder to fully complete their intimate act. He kept applying pressure to his lover’s clit, ensuring she was ready for that proverbial present she’d been asking for. When she was about to climax, he grasped her hips and flipped her over so that she was lying on her back, her legs spread eagle with her knees bent around his hands.
This way, he could watch Mary Jane as she unwrapped her present. In addition, she could see him too in his festive attire, further supplementing the festive twist on their sex. Her expression lit up more than usual as she neared her release, her excitement hitting its zenith as she crossed that final threshold.
Finally, she clenched the bed sheets for dear life, arched her back, and cried out in ecstasy as she came.
“Oohhh Santa!”
It was surprisingly hot, hearing the beautiful redhead call him Santa as she climaxed. His jovial grin only widened as she writhed from the surge of sensations that followed. Her pussy throbbed, her legs trembled, and her gasps morphed into beautiful moans of delight. It was a sexy spectacle mixed with festive spirit, which made it all the more satisfying when he also came.
‘Here’s your special present, my naughty love. Enjoy!’
As her hot pussy squeezed his cock, Peter grasped her hips and let out deep grunt before releasing his seminal gift into her depths. He pushed his cock in extra deep, savoring her womanly flesh as ripples of pleasure coursed through his body. As their fluids mixed, he leaned over and caressed her breasts with his gloved hand. Thanks to the Santa costume, he’d worked up quite a sweat. But that manly musk nicely complemented the thick smell of sex.
For a moment, he and Mary Jane lingered in their blissful state. Heavy panting and moaning filled the room as they processed this uniquely satisfying feeling.
“Remember Santa’s lesson, Ms. Watson,” said Peter, short of breath, but still grinning. “That way, you’ll stay off the naughty list next year.”
“I’ll remember. I promise!” Mary Jane said joyfully. “You’ve effectively rekindled my Christmas spirit, Santa. And in the spirit of the season, let me offer a gift of my own.”
In a final act that perfectly capped off the scene, the beautiful redhead rose into an upright position and captured his lips in a soft, loving kiss. The beard stayed on, but the hat fell off. At that moment, their roles gave way to a simple embrace between lovers.
When they parted, the scene was complete and they finally broke character. Mary Jane’s naughty gaze turned into loving affection as she removed his beard and coat. Being so hot and sweaty from their intimate act, Peter welcomed the reprieve. He also welcomed her warm touch on his bare skin.
“That…was a hell of a gift, Mary Jane,” Peter said.
“Speak for yourself, Tiger,” Mary Jane said. “This will definitely go down as one of the most memorable holidays ever!”
“Same here,” he said. “I just hope it makes up for having so little money to spend on your gift.”
“If it makes you feel better, I probably spent less than you. Besides, it’s hard to shop for a superhero.”
“As long as I have your love and our shared fondness for role playing, that’s all I need!”
“Good to know.”
They shard another kiss. Now very satisfied and content, Peter and Mary Jane curled up on the bed together. They were so drained from their elaborate act that they didn’t bother turning off the Christmas lights or putting away the Santa suit. They were content to end Christmas Eve on this loving note.
With the snow falling outside and their naked bodies entwined under the sheets, Peter and Mary Jane settled in for the night. There were still plenty of Christmas festivities to enjoy tomorrow. But for now, they had already shared the greatest gift they could give.
“Merry Christmas, Mary Jane. I love you,” said Peter as he kissed her goodnight.
“I love you too, Tiger,” said Mary Jane. “Merry Christmas.”
THE END
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