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Santa

By: Clohi



My part time job during the holidays was one of the best I've ever had. The four weeks off from college don't really allow for a truly great part time job but I did hit upon a good one this time. I played one of Santa's elves at the mall. It was fun and easy work. Besides, if you like kids and you like the holidays, why not? The guy they had playing Santa wasn't that bad either. I'm used to old guys wearing the suit. Well, this mall had a different take. The guy was actually in his 30's and was really cute. He'd come in, don the red suit, complete with padding, and put on his white beard and hair. When all was said and done, he looked really good. 

The other two girls they had working with me were little brats. They were constantly arguing about who got to take the pictures and any little thing that they could think of. I didn't much care. I was making what I considered free money and they was enough. Besides, Santa and I were having fun watching them fight.

There were only four days left till Christmas and we were doing a steady busy. The other two elves were really in fine form, fighting and bickering. I swear they had to be lesbian lovers the way they were carrying on. Santa and I sat back and watched, laughing at their antics. Finally, after the last kid had had their picture taken, things were cleaned up, and the gruesome twosome were on their way, Santa and I were left to deal with closing down the little photo area. As we were getting ready to leave, Santa asked if I'd like to make a little extra money. He was scheduled to show up at holiday office party for about an hour and it would be cute to have an elf in tow. The girl he had lined up for it had called and canceled. I said sure, why not. As we got to his car, he handed me a bag and said the elf outfit was in there. He'd left on his Santa suit, but I had changed out of my elf costume. As he drove to the party, I crawled in the back of his SUV to change.

While he drove, I pulled the costume out of the bag. Tonight, I was playing sexy elf. I pulled off my boots and socks and then slid my jeans down. I noticed Santa watching in his rearview mirror, trying to act as if he wasn't watching. I pulled the white lace stockings on, adjusting them so the white lace at the top of the thigh was neatly arranged. Then, I slipped the little white skirt up over my ass. It just barely covered anything. Next, I pulled off my sweater. I looked up at the mirror again and saw Santa's eyes nearly pop out of his head. I'm 19 and have 38D breasts. Men love them. I pulled the little top on over them, stretching it across my chest. Next, I pulled out the little elf hat and three inch heels that completed the sluty, sexy elf look. 

The party was a big hit and so was I. The office men were grabbing and pinching everything on me, and the women were hitting on Santa. I got a huge wad of tips. As we were leaving the party, Santa told me I had done great. I asked him if he wouldn't mind dropping me off at my place. I'd pick up my car at the mall the next day. I sat in the front seat this time and was sure to show a lot of my leg. I noticed Santa looking over at me and squirming around a bit. I had a feeling Santa was getting having a little problem with a yule log in his pants.

When we got to my place, I asked him if he wanted to come in for a cup of coffee or a drink. I didn't think he'd turn me down and he didn't. I walked ahead of him, shaking my ass. My parents were out of town until Christmas day so I knew we were going to be alone. I led him to the living room and asked him to start a fire. It was cold in the house. When I came back from the bar carrying two glasses of brandy, the fire was already raging.

"So, Santa, have you decided if I've been naughty or nice this year? Maybe I should sit on your lap and find out."

I didn't feel like wasting time. I was horny from all the groping at the party and knew he was more than willing. He sat back on the couch and I slowly crawled up on his lap, my legs straddling either side of him.

"And what do you want for Christmas, little girl?"

I rubbed myself down against the bulge I could feel growing in his pants. Bracing my hands on his shoulders, I ground my pussy down on his groin.

"All I want for Christmas is a nice big cock. Do you think Santa could help an elf out? Wouldn't Santa like to fuck a horny little elf?"

Santa's hands came up to my hips and pushed my harder on his groin.

"What do you think, little girl? Santa's ready to get a little Christmas cheer of his own going."

I leaned down and covered his mouth with mine. He'd long ago dispensed with the beard and hair. The suit was winding up to be a huge turn on for me. I reached down between us and slipped my hand inside his pants. His cock was hard and throbbing already. As my tongue slipped inside his mouth, my fingers wrapped around his cock and stroked him up and down. Santa moaned into my mouth. His hands pulled at my shirt and lifted it above my breasts. I released his cock long enough to let him take my shirt off. His hands reached around and he unhooked my bra, pulling it off and tossing it the floor. I returned my attention to his cock as his fingers teased my nipples, making them hard.

"I've wanted some of this all night."

His mouth came down on my tit, sucking my nipple into his mouth. I stroked hard on his cock. Santa pushed my breasts together and moved his mouth from one to the other. We kissed again and I slid off his lap onto my knees in front of him. Pulling his cock out of his pants, I flicked my tongue across the tip and then took him full in my mouth. Santa moaned and rammed his hips upwards, pushing his cock deeper in my mouth. Wrapping my hands around the base of his cock, I bounced my mouth up and down in his lap, sucking his cock hard and fast. 

"That's it, baby, suck Santa's cock. Oh yea. Suck it hard."

He leaned his head back and moaned as my mouth pushed up and down on his member. Knowing what he'd really like, I sat up and pushed his legs apart. Settling in between them, I grabbed my tits in my hands. Rubbing the tip of his cock with first one nipple then the other, I slowly wrapped my huge breasts around his cock. 

"Fuck yea! Those tits are so soft. Tit fuck me, baby, tit fuck Santa."

As his cock pushed up between my breasts, I flicked my tongue over the tip of his dick. I love the way a cock looks pushing up between my breasts. It's so erotic. He was getting harder and harder by the second. Santa moaned and his cock spewed cream all over my breasts. I rubbed my tits together loving the feel of his cum. Leaning over, I took his cock in my mouth and sucked.

Finally, I stood and slowly slipped my panties down and tossed them to the side. Standing on either side of him on the couch, I slowly lowered my wet pussy over Santa's face and moaned as his tongue pushed up inside me. Santa's hands held onto my ass as he swirled his tongue around in small circles over my pussy. I moaned and pushed down on his tongue harder. I was so horny it didn't take long for me to come. He kept licking me, pushing his tongue in and out as my orgasm shook my body. When his lips closed around my clit and sucked hard into his mouth, I moaned, nearly screaming, as another quick orgasm took me. 

Santa pulled me down onto his lap. Must be having 19 year old pussy, because Santa's cock was already hard and ready for more. Lifting me up, Santa slowly lowered my pussy down over his rock hard tool. I moaned as his cock filled me. 

"Tell Santa what you want, little girl. Tell Santa."

As Santa bounced me up and down on his hard cock, I moaned, urging him on.

"Fuck me harder, Santa. I want you to fuck my pussy hard. Ohhh! Yess! Fuck me, Santa. Fuck me tight little pussy."

His hands slid up my back and pushed me forward against him. His mouth found my nipple again and sucked hard as his cock pushed up inside me. My body trembled as another orgasm tore through me. I leaned down and kissed his mouth, our tongues fighting. I would have loved to have seen the image we made. Santa fucking a half-naked sluty elf in front of the raging fire. Merry Fucking Christmas!

Santa moaned and rammed his cock hard up inside me. I felt his cock erupt and I pushed down hard, tightening my pussy around him. He lifted me off his lap and laid me down on the couch. Opening my legs, he buried his face between my legs and licked me hard and fast. I'd never had a guy eat my pussy after he came. It was incredible. Every nerve in my body was on fire as his tongue probed deeper and deeper. Another orgasm tore me apart. Finally, he sat back on the couch, his face red and wet, his cock limp against his red suit.

"So, was I naughty or nice, Santa?"

Santa looked at me and smiled.

"I think I'll need to double check again before Christmas. I think we can both be a lot more naughty before then."

Overall, it was an amazing Christmas. I mean, I got to fuck Santa and everything.

Santa



After a few minutes, I felt him start to soften and finally he slipped out of me, got up and went to the bathroom to get cleaned up I supposed. I just rolled over onto my back, lying there with my legs still spread wide open and my pussy bright pink and swollen open. I was still taking some deep breaths. This was one of the most intense experiences of my life. 

When Santa came back into the room, he reached into his bag and pulled out a video camera. He brought it up to his face and I saw the red record light come on as he ran the camera over my body. When I didn‘t say anything he got down on his knees and started taking close-ups of various parts of my body. I just lay back smiling with my eyes closed and my arms stretched above my body. I expected that I looked pretty good, I was surprised when I felt Santa slide the vibrator into my pussy and turn it on. I just bit my bottom lip and raised my hips to accept it. He slid it deep into me and left it there for a moment as he reached up and took one of my hands and brought it down to the vibrator in my pussy. He put it on the vibrator, put his hand over mine and started to slowly stroke me with it. He finally let go of my hand and I knew what he wanted. I continued to stroke myself with the toy, occasionally stopping to rub it over my clit, which was really, really sensitive by this time. I couldn‘t take much direct stimulation on it by this time. It was almost painful to do so. I looked up at Santa and he was just smiling away as he watched me do myself. I took one of my nipples in my other hand and rolled it between my fingers, gently pulling and turning it as Santa recorded it all. It was only a few minutes before I was moaning and the last orgasm of the night was building to break. When I finally came I arched my back closed my eyes and moaned my pleasure. I had to take the vibrator out of my pussy; it was too intense with the orgasm coursing through my body. 

When I finally opened my eyes again, Santa had the camera down close to my pussy was still filming me. My eyes opening seemed to be the signal for him to stop recording and he put the camera back into his bag. He leaned down and gave me a light kiss on the lips then stood up and gave me a little wave wishing me a Merry Christmas as he headed for the back door. I smiled at him as he left and rolled over falling immediately to sleep. 

I don‘t know how much later it was when I felt Bob crawl up behind me ina spoon position. I only came partly awake as I felt him slide into me. I don‘t remember anything else until the next morning waking up to bright sunshine coming through the patio doors. I was sore from the night‘s activities. Bob was nowhere to be found. I got up and showered, then came back down stairs to clean up from the night before. Bob came back with coffee about a half-hour later. When he walked in, I walked up and gave him a big hug and told him how much I loved him. He rubbed my back and told me he was glad I enjoyed myself. I told him that I really had. And that was about it, we didn‘t really talk too much about it after that. But it was one of the best of my fulfilled fantasies. 

Bob and I were together for about a year and half after that occasion.But as things turned out, it just wasn‘t working and I decided it was time to break up with him. That decided, I knew I needed to find his collection of photos and whatever else he had of me. He would be mean and I had no idea what he would do with those things if I didn‘t get to them. It took me over a week to find where he hid his collection and it was by mistake on his part. It turned out that he had a false floor in his closet and he was careless in closing it leaving a T-shirt jammed in between the boards. Once I found the box containing my pics and a couple of videos, I packed up the rest of my stuff and left him. I heard he was really pretty pissed about the pictures, but I figure they were of me and mine to keep. As it turned out though, I still had a surprise in store for me though. 

It must‘ve been a couple of months after the breakup that I decided to go through his collection. That‘s when I discovered the pics of other girls, I knew that they were of previous ex‘s. 

I finally got around to the videos, one of the videos was a dare I had done and the other was entitled Santa. I put it into the VCR thinking that it was going to be the video Santa had shot of me. I was in for a surprise. 

The tape opens with Bob and a neighbor of ours named Walter talking and drinkingbeers. I thought that was kind of weird and I continued to watch. After a couple of minutes of idle chatter, Bob asks Walter out of the blue whether or not he’d like to fuck me Walter just looks at him almost spitting out his beer. "What‘d you say" he asked, "how‘d you like to fuck the shit out of Jenn tomorrow night." Walter was clearly flustered and asked, "what the fuck are you talking about Bob‘" Bob then explained about my fantasy to get laid by Santa and it was going to happen tomorrow night. He then told him that he had his own fantasy of seeing another man fuck me. Walter was unsure of himself; "won‘t she know its not you dressed up. She‘s a real sweetheart Bob and I wouldn‘t want her pissed at me for something like this. Bob then told him about his plan with the drinks and pot, he told him how hot I get on good weed and besides he would do my makeup so she wouldn‘t suspect a thing. Bob told him that you won‘t believe how hot she is in the sack, she‘s a sweetheart in everyday circumstances, but a wildcat in the sack. "Besides", he said, "I see you checking her out, I know you‘re dying to fuck her. We‘re about the same size, you‘re a bit heavier, but just keep your suit on and she‘ll never realize it". They talked for a few minutes longer, but eventually Walter agrees to dress as Santa and come over to the house. 

The tape continues and it‘s obvious that Bob was hiding out on the deck and filmed everything that went on through the glass doors. He was only about 4 feet away and the footage was very clear. They was even times when he must‘ve snuck into the house and when I was lying on top on Walter, Bob took close ups of Walter sliding in and out of my pussy as he played with my tits. The next time is when Walter is fucking me up the ass standing above me. Bob must‘ve been almost in the same room with us. You could see dick sliding in and out of my ass and me sliding the vibrator in and out of my pussy and you could hear my moans clearly on tape. Apparently, he got the footage that Walter shot of me masturbating myself, because it was edited in near the end. 

The end of the tape was the guys talking and again drinking beers; it was apparent that it was filmed that night after Walter left. "So what‘d you think" Bob asked.

"Oh my fucking word, that was the hottest piece of ass I‘ve ever had Walter croaked. "She let me do anything I wanted, did you see it‘" "You OK with this" Walter asked. 

"Yep, I loved it. I always wanted to see someone else fuck her brains out and she looks just as good as she feels" Bob replied. 

"I couldn‘t believe your balls", said Walter, "when I saw you in the kitchen taping us" 

Bob just laughed, "maybe", he said, "but you were no slacker either with that video of her getting herself off with the vibrator. You‘re a lucky bastard, she‘s never done that for me before and she did it for you twice and then you fuck her in the ass on top of it." 

Bob was laughing and Walter stuck his hand out to shake Bob‘s. "Thanks buddy that was the best thing that has ever happened to me, you are one lucky son of a bitch to have a hottie like that for your girlfriend. Man, if you ever let her go, I‘m going after her. She is just too good." Bob just laughed and said, "no chance on that, she‘s mine and I‘m not letting her go." 

"Tell you what", Walter said, "I‘ll give you my tape if you‘ll edit it into yours and give me a copy of the whole thing". 

"It‘s a deal," said Bob, "just keep it to yourself, I don‘t want people knowing about this. Jenn would be really pissed if she ever found out". 

"Cool," said Walter "come on over tomorrow morning and we can do it here. That way I can check out my tape tonight. It‘ll be a great way to go to sleep." 

With that the tape ended. I just sat there for most of an hour thinkingabout it all. This was the main reason that I broke up with Bob, he was into seeing other men fuck me more than doing it to me himself and while it could be wild, it was no good in the long run. I wondered when I would hear from Walter and what I would say to him.



Santa



Tyler hated that he was wrangled into playing Santa at the stupid little kiddy party that his mom's work sponsored every year. It was hard to say no to your mother, especially when she is recently diagnosed with inoperable cancer. She used the most annoying tactic on the earth to get him to agree . . . I might not live to see another Christmas. Tyler hated to hear the words I might not live.

Tyler was 26, and had a well-defined muscular body, not really what you would anticipate as a Santa. At least the Santa Suit was easy to pad. Tyler tried to look at himself in the small mirror in the bathroom where he was changing into the suit. All he could see was his tanned face surrounded by fake white hair, and his bright green eyes staring back at himself. This was going to be a horrible day.

"Santa? Are you ready in there?" a sweet soft voice said.

"Yeah."

"Ok well the kids are just about done with the games and are anxious to meet the big man in red." 

As Tyler opened the door, he found one of his two helpful elves waiting for him. "Noelle right?"

"Come, Mr. Clause, you have a horde of little children who want to tell you what they want for Christmas."

Noelle may have had one of those voices that inspired thoughts of satin sheets, but her attitude made you think more of a set of scratchy wool sheets you could not wait to get out of. 

The time drug by; some of the children were obnoxious but others were rather adorable, like the little girl who wanted anything but another brother, Tyler watched as the little girl ran back to a very pregnant mother, Then there was the boy who wanted a pair of kittens and a puppy . . . so that if the puppy does anything wrong I can tell Mommy that it was the kitties and she will get rid of them not my puppy. When the kids told them why they wanted certain gifts, it took all he had not to laugh. Then there were the kids that made him want to cry with their stories.

Three hours after he started Tyler was finally done listening to the children. Now he got to change back into his street close and join the Christmas party. While in the bathroom be relived that he must have got some of the padding stuck in the zipper on the back of the Santa suit. Finding his cell phone in his duffle, he called his mother and asked her to send someone to the bathroom to help him.

When the knock finally came, Tyler was ecstatic, "Come in, come in," he said hurriedly.

Noelle was not sure why she had agreed to go rescue the distraught Santa. She supposed it was because Mrs. Smith had asked her to, and Noelle would do anything for Mrs. Smith, she would have even before everyone found out about the cancer, Noelle just like the slightly off-kilter lady.

Opening the door, she saw Tyler standing with his back to the door, a wise move since he had removed the hat and beard already. "So where are you stuck?"

Perfect he asks for help and his mother sends him the North Pole's coldest elf, Noelle. "The zipper is stuck, I can't reach it."

Smiling a little at the predicament Noelle walked up behind Tyler and worked the zipper down. When she helped him get the heavily padded suit jacket off she could not help herself, "Santa has a really nice ass," she said then reached down and pinched it. 

"Whoa . . ." Tyler said and spun around. Noelle had just pinched his ass. "Why did you do that?"

Noelle was even more surprised to see Tyler's chest, damn but that suit had been hiding a lot. "I liked your ass and was showing appreciation."

Now that he was facing Noelle, he could see that she had changed from the elf costume into a short black dress with red stitching. Tyler smirked just before he reached out and ran a hand over her right breast. "Just showing my appreciation." He watched as both of her nipples pebbled before him.

Noelle could not believe she just let a virtual stranger caress her breast without slapping, or pepper spraying him. But then again he was really hot, and she had not had sex, other than with her dildo, in two months. Deciding that maybe Tyler would be willing to help her change that she said, "You know it was a teenage fantasy of mine to be fucked by a hot guy wearing a Santa suit, or course he was wearing the suit just for me, and we fucked next to a Christmas tree."

"You still have that fantasy?"

"Nope, it has changed. I am now being fucked by a really hot guy wearing a Santa suit, who wore the suit because his mother asked him to, and listened to hordes of little children, and we now fuck in a corporate bathroom." While telling Tyler her new rendition of her fantasy, Noelle let her hand rub over his cock.

Tyler pulled Noelle close to him, "You know I have almost that same fantasy, only I am making the North Pole's coldest elf melt in my arms."

Noelle laughed, as she knew she had been a bitch to Tyler today. Nevertheless, she was going to get fucked, what more could she ask for. Tilting her head up, Noelle pressed her lips to Tyler's.

She tasted good, like peppermint and eggnog. Tyler deepened the kiss, sliding his tongue along hers. He felt her nimble fingers unzipping the pants. He expected her to push them down but instead she only pulled his cock out.

"Sit down on the toilet, Santa." Noelle purred softly as she pushed Tyler towards the toilet.

Tyler did as instructed, he sat, and his cock stood straight up.

Noelle was incredibly turned on. Tyler's cock was standing for her, and he was still wearing the bright red pants of the Santa suit. Walking over to him, Noelle straddled Tyler's lap. "Want to know a secret?"

"Oh yes."

"With this dress I cannot wear panties."

Hearing her secret Tyler grabbed his little elf's waist and pulled her down over his cock. Amazingly, he slipped right inside her. Damn but she felt good, her pussy was wonderfully wet, and oh so tight.

Noelle started to move up and down on the cock. "Oh yes, your cock feels wonderful."

"So, you are sitting on Santa's lap have you been a good girl?"

"Oh no, that is why I am bribing you with hot sex."

"Mmmmmmm," Tyler responded as Noelle squeezed her pussy even tighter around his cock. Tyler lowered the straps on her dress; she was not wearing a bra either. Tyler loved breast, big or small it did not matter to him. Leaning forward Tyler took one into his mouth. 

Noelle could feel her orgasm building. The feeling of Tyler's mouth on her breast and his cock working in and out of her was incredible.

Tyler bit down on Noelle's nipple.

The slight pleasure pain sent Noelle over the edge. She screamed as her orgasm hit. 

Tyler had always loved the feeling of a woman coming on his cock. Moving his head from her tit, he looked up to her face, "Mmm, someone likes having her nipples bit hmmm?"

Noelle smiled at him then gave him a kiss, "want to know what this little elf really wants for her Christmas present?"

"Tell me."

"I want to have you fuck me hard and fast from behind as you reach around me and rub and pinch my breasts."

"Santa can do that, move over to the sink, put both hands on the edge and stick your ass out for me."

Noelle did as she was told. She sighed as Tyler stuck his cock back in her wet slit. She loved being fucked from behind; it always felt like the guys cock could go deeper.

Tyler could see Noelle's face in the mirror. He put his arm around her waist and pulled her up so her back was nestled against his chest. Sliding his hands up her stomach, he started to rub her tits gently, while he rocked his hips slowly.

Noelle caught Tyler's eyes in the mirror. As he fucked her, she stared into his eyes. She could not remember ever feeling this way while being fucked. It was unbelievable. Noelle knew that she was on the verge of coming again. When Tyler slid one hand down her stomach to rub over her clit she could not stop herself, she came hard for him.

The feeling of Noelle coming for a second time for him was too much for Tyler. Groaning loudly he let his come spurt into Noelle's wet pussy.

"Did Santa bring you a good enough present this year?" Tyler asked, and then kissed her neck.

"Mmm, I think it is one of my favorite presents ever, right up there with the cabbage patch kid when I was five. Can I take this present home with me and play with it again later?"

"Oh yeah." 

Noelle and Tyler quickly dressed and went out to join the party. Across the room from where the two lovers were standing, Mrs. Smith smiled at the casual way that Noelle and Tyler were touching and looking at each other. There was a lot to be thankful for this year, maybe she would get to live long enough to see grandchildren, she had always known that Tyler and Noelle would be perfect for each other. Silently she sent a thank you out to the man in red, for his help with a little Christmas matchmaking. 



Santa, All I Want For Xmas is a Job



A letter from the unemployed to Santa Claus hoping for a job.

Dearest Santa Claus,

I'm sorry, Santa. Maybe I asked you for too much last year, when I asked you for what I'm asking you for again this year. Since I didn't receive what I asked for last year, by asking you for the same thing again, I was hoping to receive it this year. Maybe I was expecting too much, when I asked for the same thing the year before, too, which would explain why I didn't receive it that year either and which is why I'm asking for it again and again.

Nonetheless, the previous two years are in the past and replaced by my renewed hope that you'll, finally, grant me my Christmas wish this year. I'm already over my disappointment. It's a new year of Christmas wishing, hoping, and giving, and I hope you won't forget me again this year, as you did the previous two years. Merry Christmas, Santa.

Maybe like everything else in life, my Christmas wish, without a doubt, is worth the wait to get. Now that I waited two, long, suffering years, three years, this Christmas, I don't mind, really, I don't. Of course, no doubt, you must have a long waiting list with a lot of others asking you for the same thing that I want. No doubt, I hope to believe, when my name finally reaches the top of your list is when I'll, finally, get my wish. 

Right? Is that it? Is that how it works, Santa? I just hope that this is the year. So long as I get my wish this year, I'll be so happy that I'll no longer care that I didn't get my wish last year or the year before.

Patience is a virtue and no one can say that I haven't been patient in waiting to receive my wish, but along with patience, unfortunately, money is a necessity and now I have very little of both. My patience is exhausted and money has eluded me. Nonetheless, I'm hoping the third year is the charm. I'm hoping that this is the year that I'll, finally, get my Christmas wish, Santa.

Maybe it was just the timing and a bad time for me to ask you for what I really wanted for Christmas. Yeah, for sure, that must be the reason why I didn't get my wish two years in a row. Maybe too many people are asking you for the same, damn thing. Of course, that makes sense to me now. I should have known, you'd give me my wish, if you could and now that I've been waiting for so very long, three years this Christmas, this year is my turn to get my wish, finally, I hope. Right?

Then, again, if I don't receive my wish this year, sorry for the doubt, but maybe I was wrong to believe in Santa Claus. Just as there's no Superman, maybe there's no Santa Claus. Still, what did I have to lose in asking Santa Claus for what I wanted? It was worth a try. Desperately determined enough to try anything, I didn't know who else to ask for a job. 

I really hope there is a Santa Claus. Other than believing in God, there's so little else to believe in with assurance these days of woe and worry. After 9/11, I no longer believe that good will prevail over evil. Other than death and taxes, there is so little to expect that will happen in life with any certainty. Since I can't believe what any politician promises, it would be a nice surprise if there was a Santa Claus, an intermediary, between the President of the United States and God, who could intercede on my behalf, when I need a bit of help in finding employment. Trust me, if I was Irish, I'd be asking for a pot of gold from a Leprechaun, but I'm not Irish. 

Now that my unemployment benefits have expired and my representatives in Washington believe that the only reason why I don't have a job is because I'm just lazy and don't want to work, I'm desperate for work and frantic for money. I'd do anything to make a few dollars to tide me over, until I can find a real job. I tried everything else now, even writing to Santa Claus and asking him for a job for Christmas. If you don't come across with a job, Santa, I don't know what else to do. Any suggestions?

In hindsight, I know it was foolish of me to ask and to believe he or she could deliver, but I was desperate enough at the time, when I asked the Easter Bunny to bring me a job. Sadly, all he or she left me was a small, chocolate, cream filled Easter egg. 

"Happy Easter, Easter Bunny. Thanks for the candy."

A bittersweet moment, I was so excited that the Easter Bunny left me a surprise but I was totally disappointed that it was only candy and not a job. Gee, thanks a lot. Seriously, what am I going to do with that? I can't sustain myself on one lousy chocolate, cream filled, Cadbury Easter egg. Seriously, what could I expect from a giant bunny rabbit? 

I've looked everywhere, newspapers, Craigslist, online job searches, company employment sites, cold calling local companies, and monitoring the city, state, and federal employment links. I networked with friends and family, friends of friends, and friends of family, still nothing. I attended job fairs, had informational interviews, even tried internships, and volunteered my time hoping to score a job. I tried full-time permanent employment agencies and part-time temporary employment agencies, still, after three long, suffering years of unemployment, I'm still unemployed and I'm still hopefully looking, while remaining positive that one day, soon, I'll find a job. Tragically, about to give up hope, I'm afraid that there are no jobs, at least, not for me. 

I'd move somewhere where there are jobs, but except for China and Fargo, North Dakota, the unemployment situation is the same sad story everywhere. Now, seriously, since I don't speak and understand Chinese, China is out of the question and who wants to live in Fargo? It's just too damn cold there. Sorry Santa, I forgot who I was writing to with you living at the North Pole. Winter in Fargo would be spring at the North Pole in comparison, I imagine.

Yeah, sure, there are part-time jobs without benefits that pay half of what I was earning before this recession, but if I couldn't afford to pay my bills on one hundred percent of what I was earning before, how can I afford to pay my bills on half of the salary they want to pay me for the same work now? Everything has skyrocketed except salaries? Everything increases, except for the amount that employers pay employees. You seem to have all the answers, Santa. Why is that? Tell me, I'd really like to know.

Food, gasoline, clothing, insurance, taxes, even coffee is up. I'm glad I quit smoking and I don't dare buy any booze because of the skyrocketing taxes on alcohol. I already skimp on everything that I can skimp on and cut everything that I could cut out of the measly budget that I have. I cancelled my cell phone. I don't have my hair done. I haven't bought anything new in years. I don't even buy a lousy cup of coffee. I brew my own. I combine my errands and don't drive anywhere, unless it's absolutely necessity.

"Mom! I'm bleeding. We have to go to the hospital now!"

"Can you wait until Tuesday for me to take you to the hospital? I'm not scheduled to go out again, until then."

Basically, I live the life of a Nun, but one without the convent, the habit, and the sexual appetite, as I heard some of those Nuns are really promiscuous.

I stay at home and don't go anywhere or do anything. I know better to stay home and not go out. As soon as I leave the house, I spend money I don't have to spend. Why bother? I don't need whatever I feel the need to buy because I'm depressed, so very sad, and now I'm angry, borderline insane, that I can't find a job and have no money.

Santa, let me make it official by asking your formally. All I want for Christmas is a job. Clearly and concisely, that's it, that's all that I want, nothing thing else. You don't have to bring me another thing. I don't care if my stocking is empty, so long as I have a job. I can fill the stocking myself, later.

I'm willing to work. I'm able to work. I want to work. Maybe I shouldn't but I still believe in the American dream. Only, after losing my job, my house, my car, and my children, when my marriage ended and my husband proved to the court that without a job I couldn't support my children, couldn't even support myself, and they were better off with him, I have nothing else left to lose.

I've already lost my pride and my dignity a long time ago, when I applied for food stamps. Pride and dignity were the first to go, especially when running into old friends who are doing well and he or she ask me about my job. Job? What job? Except for being buried six feet under, I've gone as low as I can go. After telling people that I'm unemployed and unable to find work, after bending their ear, until they can't stand listening to me complain, if another person says to me the only way is up, I'll choke him or her to death with the seatbelt of their BMW 3 series sedan.

All I have left is what my parents ingrained in me, hope in assuring me that with dedicated hard work, I'll have my American dream. Is that all bullshit, too? Only, without a job, well, that's the first step, isn't it? There's just no way that I can get my slice of the apple pie without a job to give me the money that I need to be a contributing member of the American capitalistic society. 

I don't even have an identity without a job to define me. Who am I? I'm one of the faceless and forgotten unemployed. In today's economy, feeling so much like a loser, I'm a nobody without money.

It was different back when my parents lived. My Dad worked at the same company all his life. He retired, received his pension and with social security, they wanted for nothing. Now that Wall Street robbed our 401K's and with congress not only wanting to raise the retirement age but also wanting to slash Social Security benefits, we have no security. Where's our golden parachute? All of our political leaders have golden parachutes. They only have to serve one term to receive retirement and a lifetime of health insurance benefits. What about us, we the people?

The one thing that bothers me the most, the one thing that makes me insane and drives me crazy is when they show Wall Street at the end of the business day and all those smiling, rich people gathered on the little stage they have, before they sound the gong to close the business day at 3pm. First of all, when I was working, the only day I stopped working at 3pm was when I had a doctor's appointment and I had to stay late the next day to make up the time. Secondly and more importantly, it's so in your face insensitive to show, so many people who have nothing, the few rich people that have everything.

You know, Santa, besides being good all year and for the past three years, I'll have you know that I'm good, really good, if you know what I mean. Don't get me wrong, if I'm coming on to you too strong and I hope that what I'm about to write won't jeopardize my chance at getting my one and only Christmas wish, a job, but maybe we can make a deal? What do you think? 

Here goes and hoping I don't offend you, but if you give me my one wish, I'll give you hot sex. Yes, I would. I'll give you sex that is so hot, you could deem it as lava sex. If only you'd just give me a job, I'll add a capital letter H and a T to all your ho, ho, ho's and make them Hot, Hot, Hot. When Santa is away, Santa Claus may play and fill more than my stocking, if you know what I mean. What do you say? I'm a willing participate in any Santa's sexual shenanigans.

Santa, for a job, I'll give you the best, damn blowjob you ever had. I'd suck your cock better than the blowjob you get from Rudolph the red nosed reindeer and better than the blowjob that you give Rudolph to make his nose shine so bright for him to guide your sleigh at night, if only you'd make me gainfully employed. What do you say, Santa? Is it a deal? Please?

Sorry, Santa. Even though I feel totally rejected and have embarrassed myself, it was worth the try. I told you that I tried everything, even offering my sexual services to you, Santa Claus, for employment. How low can I go?

I still see people living the good life. They are easy to spot. They drive new cars, wear nice clothes, talk on their Blackberries, shop at the higher end malls, and they can still afford their daily latte. They pay cash for their food at the supermarket, instead of paying by credit card, while hoping there's enough credit left on the card to buy what I need to eat to survive for one more month, one more week, and one more day.

Help! Help, help! Help me, Santa, I'm drowning in a sea of debt and red ink. I'd be okay, if only I could earn regular pay with overtime, sick time, holiday pay, healthcare benefits, life insurance, long-term and short-term disability, free parking, a company car, a company paid cell phone, company paid gasoline and a credit card for business expenses, along with a Christmas bonus. Okay, I'd settle for just a job, any job, preferably one where I'm not wearing a uniform and taking customer food orders.

"Welcome to McDonald's. May I take your order?"

Give me a break, Santa. Life shouldn't be this fucking hard. Why me? What did I do to deserve this? I'm college educated. I have decades of work experience. Is it because there just are too many of us, too many baby boomers to give everyone a job? Are they waiting for us all to die off, before the politicians take credit for fixing the economy and giving us full employment, when it took our demise to do that?

Yet, I know it's not just me. I know there are millions of people out there who are just like me and who are in the same financial dire straits. If they aren't unemployed just like me, then those that have jobs know someone who is just like me, someone who is experiencing the lows of life, while struggling to pull themselves up from the black abyss of unemployment.

Whenever the state and the federal government publish the unemployment numbers, they purposely underestimate them. For a more realistic unemployment number of how many unemployed there are, just double it. Why lie about it? I only have to drive around my neighborhood to see all the people hanging around all day looking for victims to rob. 

When is it my turn, Santa? When can I get lucky and be happy? I always paid my taxes, I've paid my dues. I did all the right things, education, work experience, and climbed ladder, that is, until my ladder became a greased slide and I hit rock bottom. Tell me, who put the grease on my ladder? Was it my political leaders? Why did they do that to me and everyone else?

If it wasn't for my sense of humor, one of the few things that I have left, I wouldn't be writing Santa Claus for a job. Yet, I didn't want to leave any stone unturned. I still have my positive attitude that if I put myself out there to enough people that someone will give me a job, only Oprah will no longer answer my e-mails, after having asked her for employment so many, too many, times. 

I'm so down because there's no dangling rope to pull myself out of the deep rut of depression, despair, and disillusionment that my political leaders have buried me in so deep. I remember a time when I'd leave a job on Friday and be working at a better and higher paying job on Monday. I'm up to my neck in bills. Now, with the threat of a double dip recession, the hole that I'm in is deepening and promising to go over my head and bury me. I really don't know what I'm going to do, Santa. Can you give me a job, so I don't have to go out to steal and rob?

I meditate and try to relax by watching television. Yet, when I sit in front of the TV to relax, all that I see are millionaires. Even watching television is no longer the enjoyable fun activity it used to be. Instead, I write dirty stories, I mean, erotic literature on a porn site, I mean, on an erotic literature site, while hoping to win a few dollars in a theme contest to buy food and gas. 

America's past time of relaxing, the fun activity that it once was, after working a full day, or in my case, after being unemployed for a full day, is no longer fun. Now sitting in front of the television makes me sad, jealous, and angry. I turn off the television and read, instead.

All the programs on TV are of people who earn millions of dollars from playing sports, reciting the same news on a different day, giving inaccurate weather forecasts, or interviewing other millionaires. It's more of the same, when I listen to the radio with more millionaire pop and country western artists singing hoping to sell their CD's that I can no longer afford to buy. It's the same when I watch a movie. There are even more millionaire actors, directors, and producers on the big screen.

Then, if that's not enough, with these millionaire athletes, newscasters, television personalities, and movie stars earning more money in one year than I'll earn in ten lifetimes, they give one another awards. They receive trophies, Hall of Fame dinners, and presentations for playing a game, Peabody Awards for giving us all bad news, Pulitzer Prize for writing something, Nobel Prizes for inventing something, and Tony's, Emmy's, Grammy's, MTV awards, and the Oscars for being talented and good looking. It's not enough that celebrities already have fame and fortune, they want to receive awards on live television, too. Give me a break, Santa.

Is it that celebrities don't feel worthy of all that fame and fortune they've received, until someone gives them an award telling them that they deserve it? Is that why so many of them numb themselves with drugs and alcohol and spend the rest of their lives in and out of rehab? Seeing them all standing on stage applauding one another makes me insane with envy, when I don't even have the money to buy food to eat, oil to heat my home, and gas to drive my car, that is, before my house was foreclosed on and my car was repossessed.

Are you kidding me? When do I get my fucking award for maintaining my sense of humor, sense of decorum, and sanity after being unemployed for so long? Ha, ha, I get it now. I get the joke. The joke was on me and everyone else who doesn't have a job.

My government should give me the award for believing all of their lies, The Lie To Me Award for being the most gullible citizen. How is that fair, Santa, that all these successful people have everything fame, fortune, and even awards, when I have nothing? Tell me that. What did I do wrong? How is that fair? That's not fair, Santa. It's just not fair.

For people who are in the minority, gays and Jews, the entertainment industry is filled with gay and Jewish people. Why is that, Santa? Don't get me wrong, Santa, I have many gay friends. I have a lot of Jewish friends. I have many friends who are gay and Jewish. I hold no animosity towards anyone who is gay and/or Jewish. Good luck to them, but I'd like to have some luck, too, if you don't mind. Just because I wasn't born gay and/or Jewish, I'd like to drink from the trough of success, too?

Without having the expense of children, I'd have money today if I was born with a penis and born a gay man. 

"Fight AID's."

Having the luxury of a family who helped me to buy a house and give me seed money start a business, I'd own a business today, if I was born a Jewish man.

"Shalom."

Without doubt, I'd be loaded up the wazoo, with cash falling out of my ass with every step I took, if by a mere accident of birth, I was born gay and Jewish. Gees, I'd hit the fame and fortune jackpot then. My biggest problem would be writing my acceptance speech to receive my award, when accepting the Oscar for being a gay, Jewish man.

"I'd like to thank my mother and father for having sex and giving birth to me. Shalom, Happy Hanukah, and let's all help to combat AIDs."

Alas, I'm not gay and I'm not Jewish. I'm just an unemployed woman. Help me Santa. I've been asking you for the same one thing now for three years. Is this the year that you'll grant my Christmas wish?




Santa, All I Want For Xmas is a Job



Tell me, if you can't help me with a job, then I want to know one thing. Seriously, I really need to know this because it's been driving me crazy for years. Please tell me, I can take it anymore.

"What did Paris Hilton, Britney Spears, Miley Cyrus, and Kim Kardashian write in their letters to you for you to give them everything they asked for, when all I want is a job and you can't even give me that? Please tell me what they wrote, so that I can write that, too. Did they promise you sex? C'mon, be honest."

Why, Santa? Why them and not me? Are you kidding me? I'm so better looking and such a better person than all of them. Paris Hilton has little boobs and a big honking nose. Britney Spears is a slut. Miley Cyrus looks like a guy and you'd never go down her chimney, if you ever saw Kim Kardashian without her makeup. Eww.

"Ho, ho, oh, Hell no!"

What did I do to deserve unemployment? I haven't been bad. I've been good, really good and if you'd only give me a chance, I'd show you how good or bad I can be, big boy.

That Lindsay Lohan had it all, too, until she was naughty, instead of nice. She must have done something really bad to piss you off enough for you to throw her ass in the slammer. I'm sorry if I disrespected you, Santa. I really don't want to upset you in the way that Lindsay Lohan must have done, but all I want for Christmas is a job. Can you do that for me, Santa? Please? Can you give me a job, so that I can get my life back? Pretty please? I promise to be good, I mean, bad.

All I want for Christmas is a full-time job, one with benefits.

Sincerely yours,

Susan Harris

* * * * *

Dear Susan,

Sorry, but my hands are tied. The jobs have been disappearing overseas for years, first Japan and Taiwan, then Mexico and countries that even I never knew existed, such as Sri Lanka and Bangladesh, and now everything, including most of the toys that I give out to children, is made in China.

Ask me for something else, please, other than a job. Anything and I promise that I'll give you exactly what you want for Christmas. I just can't give you employment, that is, unless you want to live in China or Fargo, North Dakota. Compared to the North Pole, Fargo is not that cold.

So, anyway, uhm, just wondering, what you're thinking. If I don't come across with a job, but give you whatever it is you want, is a blowjob still on the table or is that out of the question?

Santa

* * * * *

Dear Santa,

I understand about you not being able to give me a job. I get it. I really do and I'm okay with that now that I know not to expect a job this Christmas. Yet, since you cannot give me a full-time job and since I've been a good girl all year long, how about giving me a winning lottery ticket for the big jackpot, instead? That would make a swell Christmas gift, Santa, and would make me not think about working at a job, ever again.

If you give me a winning lottery ticket for the big jackpot prize, I'll give you a blowjob that will curl your whiskers. Further, you can cum in my mouth and I'll swallow. Okay?

Merry Christmas, Santa.

Sincerely yours,

Susan Harris



Santa and His Elf



It was Christmas Eve and my wife and I had moved away from all of our family due to my job. We were depressed over not having family around for the Holidays and decided to go out to have a few drinks at one of our favorite hangouts.

My wife Jeannie and I got dressed and headed out about five to go eat and have a few drinks. 

We both were actually surprised at the number of people who were at the bar. There must have been a lot of people alone for the holidays.

The owner of the bar was there and behind the bar.

"Hello guys! I did not expect to see you two here tonight." Jack said.

Jeannie responded, "No family close and no money to get home on."

"I understand. Well it is good to see both of you here. Let me get you started. The first one is on me." 

"Thanks Jack!" I said.

I ordered a beer and Jeannie ordered a dirty martini.

We also ordered a couple of burgers and continued to sit at the bar to drink, eat and watch the people as they milled around.

We ordered another drink and were sipping on them when Jack came back over.

"Shit!" He exclaimed.

"What's wrong?" Jeannie asked.

I had this guy and his wife scheduled to play Santa and an elf tonight to add some fun to the night, and he just called. His Dad had a heart attack and is in the hospital. They are not going to make it." He replied.

"Too bad that would have added a festive mood to the bar." Jeannie responded with a sigh.

"Oh well, I guess we will just have to do without." Jack dejectedly replied.

He then asked, "You guys need another?"

"Sure." I responded.

Jeannie was already getting a little tipsy. She has always been a quick drunk. She is only five foot four inches tall and weighs about one hundred pounds soaking wet. It would appear that half her weight was in her tits. She was small but well endowed. It was the first thing that I had noticed about her I am sometimes ashamed to admit.

Jack brought our drinks back over and said, "I had an idea."

He continued, "You guys want to get home for Christmas and I need a Santa and an Elf. I will pay you guys five hundred dollars if you will be Santa and an Elf tonight."

Jeannie and I looked at each other and I asked Jack, "What do we have to do?"

"Just hang out in the bar and you know keep the party going." He replied.

Jeannie looked back at me and almost simultaneously, we shrugged.

"We will do it." I responded.

"Oh man, you guys are life savers" Jack excitedly exclaimed.

"The costumes are in back. Follow me." He said.

Jeannie and I downed our drinks and followed Jack to the backroom.

He handed us the costumes wrapped up in suit bags and said, "You guys can change here. The door locks."

With that, he left us alone in the room.

Jeannie began laughing, "I can't believe we are doing this?"

"Look at it this way. When we are done tonight we will have the extra money we needed to fly home tomorrow and surprise everyone at home for Christmas." I said also laughing.

"That will be cool." She replied.

I zipped open my bag and pulled out the Santa Suit. I had to laugh again.

Jeannie opened her bag and pulled out her costume. 

When she pulled it all the way out all she said was, "Oh, My, Gawd."

I looked over at her and my jaw dropped.

It was apparently a Naughty Elf costume. There was a small red corset with white fur outline around the bra. There was a small pair of red boy shorts for the bottoms. There was thigh high hose with red ribbons around the thigh and a red Santa Hat.

"Oh my gawd Dan. I can't wear this out there." She said to me.

"I will tell Jack the deal is off." I replied.

I walked out the door and went to get Jack.

Jack and I walked back into the room and Jeannie said, "Jack I would love to help you out but this outfit is very skimpy and I just don't think I could go out there wearing it."

I'll give you guys seven hundred dollars and all the drinks you can handle if you will help me out. The place is packed and I need Santa on Christmas Eve. PLEASE!" he pleaded.

Jeannie looked at me and said, "Alright."

Jack said, "Thank you and let me get you another drink to get you started."

He left the room and I looked at Jeannie and asked, "Are you sure?"

"It's seven hundred dollars for a couple of hour's worth of embarrassment and then we can go home for Christmas and not cost us a dime." She replied.

Jack walked back into the room with our drinks and told us thanks again and then he left.

"Well I guess we better get dressed." Jeannie said with some apprehension.

I began unbuttoning my shirt as Jeannie pulled her blouse over her head. She then reached behind her and unfastened her bra. She let it slip off her shoulders and her large firm breasts bounded into sight.

"You are not wearing a bra?" I asked.

"Honey you don't and can't wear a bra with this corset. The corset holds your tits up and pushes them out. That is why I was concerned. It is also too small for me." She informed me.

I unfastened my pants and pulled them down while kicking off my shoes. When I looked up Jeannie was taking her skirt off and then peeled off her panties.

"No panties either?" I asked.

"Dear the shorts with this outfit are underwear." She told me.

She grabbed the little piece of fabric, stepped one leg at a time in them, and slipped them up her legs and onto her waist.

"Damn Hon, I can see your pussy lips those things are so tight." I said.

She turned around and asked, "What do you think now?"

"Shit! Half your ass is showing." I exclaimed.

She then reached for the corset and wrapped it around her body. 

"You will have to help me lace this thing up." She said.

She started lacing it and I pulled on my Santa pants. I then grabbed the foam "fat" Part of the Santa suit and slipped my arms into it.

Jeannie began to laugh hysterically.

"Oh my gawd you look so funny with that on." She laughed as she said it.

"You will have to zip this in the back for me." I said.

Laughing still, she said, "Turn around."

I turned as she zipped up my fat.

"Ok, now you have to help me. I am going to try to squeeze this together while you lace it up." She said.

I grabbed the laces and began feeding the ends through the holes she had not done yet. I pulled them tight as I thought I could without hurting her.

"You're going to have to go tighter then that or my tits will be showing all night." She said.

I pulled harder and she finally squealed, "Too tight."

I ran the laces through the holes next to her tits and have to admit this was giving me a hard on in my Santa suit.

I finally laced the final laces, pulled them taut, and tied them.

I stood back to look at what we had accomplished.

Jeannie looked down and said, "My gawd Ron how in the hell am I going to go out there like this?"

The majority of the corset was gaping open. It barely covered her tits and was laced so tight that her tits were nearly spilling over the top of it. It looked like her tits were nearly touching her chin they were so compressed. From her naval up was bare skin!

"I need another drink." She said.

I went to the door and peeked out and yelled for Jack. 

When he came to the door I told him we needed two more drinks.

I went to put on my Santa coat as Jeannie rolled the thigh high stockings up her legs. My cock was getting hard again watching the nylon as it slid up her sexy legs.

There was a knock on the door and I yelled, "Come in."

Jack opened the door and had two more drinks with him.

"Holy shit Jeannie you look great!" he exclaimed.

"You mean I look like an elf hooker." She replied.

"Well after all it is a bar and you do look fantastic." He answered.

"You guys about ready? He asked.

"Just let me get the beard and hat on and we will be right out." I replied.

Jeannie slipped on the red stiletto five-inch heels and stood up.

"Well?" She asked.

"Can Santa fuck you before we go out there?" I grinned.

"No I am not into fat guys." She laughed as she said it.

It was apparent that the martinis were beginning to have there affect on her.

I looked in the mirror and asked, "Well, what do you think?"

"You actually make a great Santa." She said as she walked to me and kissed me.

"Yuck, you are going to have to shave before you crawl between my elf legs." She laughed again.

We both downed our drinks and I walked to the door and opened it.

I went out first and yelled, "Ho, Ho, Ho!" ringing a bell that Jack had given me.

I knew when Jeannie made her entrance behind me because the appreciative whistles went off so loudly they drowned out my ho ho hos.

I turned to look at Jeannie who was beat red from the embarrassment and the attention. I let her past me and she walked in front of me.

Her tight little ass was nearly naked and I watched the guys in the bar leering at her body. They literally stared at her tits as she approached them and then stared at her ass as she past by them.

I was hearing comments like, "Santa can I fuck your elf", "Santa can your elf sit on my face."

Then from the crowd came a hand and grabbed and handful of my wife's ass.

Jeannie jumped and I wanted to slug the guy but knew that was not what Santa would do. 

I just walked up to the guy and said, "Santa does not bring presents to naughty boys."

He responded with, "Fuck you Santa."

I turned away and kept following Jeannie through the crowd when I heard Jack.

"Santa over here."

I looked up and he was waving us toward him.

When we got there he had a big chair set up for me to sit in.

When Jeannie and I got to the chair I turned and sat down.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, Santa and his elf will be her tonight to take any last minute Christmas wishes." He yelled.

"I wish I could fuck his elf!" came from the crowd followed by a roar of laughter.

Jack had already had two more drinks setting on a table by us and we both grabbed them and drank.

Jeannie had to be getting drunk. She usually is after three or four and I know she was well above that now.

Just as I sat my drink down a buxom blonde in a mini skirt jumped on my lap. She did not sit on it as little kids do but her legs straddled me and she was facing me with her big tits in my face.

"Santa if I give you a lap dance will you bring me a Mercedes for Christmas?" She said grinning as she began to dry hump my lap.

"Well now let's see?" I said as I glanced over at my half-naked elf.

She then planted her tits right in my face and shook them. When she pulled back I had to again look at Jeannie who was somewhat glaring at the big tittied bimbo.

Just then one of the guys in the bar grabbed Jeannie and lifted her into the air, "Little Elf why don't you dump Santa here and come back to my place and I will fuck your brains out."

He then set her back down on the floor and I looked at her shocked and nodded at her to get her to look down.

A cheer roared from the crowd as she looked down. One of her tits had popped out from her corset and was in plain sight for all to see.

She grabbed it, began trying to tuck it back into the skintight corset, and was not having much luck as the crowd continued to cheer, "Take it off, take it off." 

The blonde was still on my lap grinding away and I looked at her and said, "Let me see what I can do but remember you have to be a good little girl."

"Damn it there goes the Mercedes." She laughed as she crawled off my lap.

I then realized that between my wife exposing her tit and the blondes grinding my cock was hard as a rock.

I looked at Jeannie and she had somewhat got her tit back under cover and was beet red. She grabbed her drink and downed it.

Jack had another round already there for her. She picked it up and nearly downed it in one swallow as the crowd cheered her on.

A beautiful scantily clad brunette then sat on my lap but she did so by backing in. 

She turned and looked at me, "Why Santa is that a peppermint stick in your pants or are you enjoying this?"

I knew I turned red from blushing as she rubbed her ass on my hard cock.

I looked at Jeannie as she was beginning to dance to the music.

Suddenly a guy grabbed her and cradled her in his arms. When he spun around I saw Jeannie's ass. Her panties had crept up her ass and looked more like a thong than boy shorts. The guy carried her across the room and put her on the bar. The jostling from being carried nearly had her tits exposed again.

"Dance." He yelled at her.

I was in shock as she actually began dancing. It was like a scene out of Coyote Ugly as she began to sway and gyrate to the music. The room was going wild as she undulated on the bar.

The brunette turned again and asked, "Santa what will I get for Christmas if I can make you come in your velvet pants?"

I really was not paying attention to what I said as I looked past her to Jeannie when I replied, "What ever you want."

She then sat fully down on my lap and was grinding away on my hard cock.

I looked at Jeannie and was in astonishment at how sexy she looked up there dancing and then I noticed that I had not done a very good job of tying her corset lacing. It was coming undone and was starting to unravel.

She was so drunk she was not paying attention or maybe she was. The guys around the bar were throwing money on the bar. Some of them were reaching for her thigh highs and was stuffing money into the tops of them.

She spun around and her panties had all but disappeared between her fabulous ass cheeks.

I then felt the cum boiling in my balls and had to get this chick off my lap or I was actually going to come in my pants.

I grabbed her and said, "Ok, what do you want for Christmas?"

"Oh Santa did you have an accident in your pants?" She asked laughing.

"No but it was close." I replied.

"All I want for Christmas Santa is your hard cock buried in my pussy." 

"I am afraid that I will be too busy later for that." I replied.

She pouted and walked away.

I looked back up at my dancing elf wife just as her corset lacing gave way.

Her big full tits sprung into view. The bar went wild with cheering and chanting. Jeannie did not bother to cover up as the money just kept piling up in her hose and on the bar.

Another blonde got on her knees between my legs and asked, "What does a girl get for Christmas if she sucks Santa's cock?"

She then actually grabbed my cock through my pants.

I jumped from the sudden grabbing.

I looked down at her and said, "I will have to think about that. What do you want?"

I then heard the bar explode with cheering and looked up at Jeannie. She was unlacing the rest of the corset. She never looked at me as she pulled it off her shoulders and threw it into the crowd.

My wife was now dancing topless on the bar. The song that she had been dancing to stopped and during the interlude before the next song she was bending over as guys were stuffing bills in the back of her panties and touching her ass.

The blonde between my legs was now rubbing my cock and said, "Well let me see?"

The next song started and Jeannie began dancing again.

She finally looked me square in the eyes and looked at the girl rubbing my cock.

It was as if it sparked her to go even further as Jack handed her another drink and she downed it in one swallow.

I grabbed the girls hand on my cock and stopped her from stroking me. For one I was ready to shoot my load again and two it was just egging Jeannie on to do more.

"Oh Santa why did we have to stop?" She grinned as she asked it.

"I think you know why and bad little girls do not get anything from Santa" I responded.

She huffed and got up and left.

I looked at my wife on the bar as she now began rolling the thigh highs down her legs.

The bar was going wild watching her and the guys were pushing her for more and more.

She threw one of the stockings into the crowd. A guy caught it and held it to his nose breathing deeply and then handed it to his buddies who all did likewise.

She rolled the other off her leg and threw it.

Guys were still handing her money and stuffing money in her panties that also now had edged their way into her pussy. Her lips were clearly visible. With her pussy now on display along with her ass there was very little left to the imagination.

Just then, another girl sat down on my lap.

"Oh you are a bad Santa." She said.

She continued, "Is it the fact that your elf wife is naked in front of a couple of hundred people or that lots of pretty girls keep teasing you?"

"How did you know she was my wife?" I asked.

"Just a lucky guess. I saw you to come in together." 

She was sitting on my knee as kids are supposed to but this only hid the fact that her hand was wrapped around my cock slowly pulling on it.

I looked back up at Jeannie and wondered how far she was going to take this. Was she going to get naked?

The third song stopped playing and Jeannie began bending over to pick up the bills for her on the bar. She did not stoop down but bent over at the waist and continued to show her ass and nearly her pussy to all in the bar.

The girl now stroking my cock began stroking faster and I could tell I was going to come if this did not stop.

I reached for her hand and stopped her.

"Come on Santa! My friends and I have a bet as to which one of us can make you shoot your load," She said.

"Well I guess you all lost." I said.

Jeannie was trying to climb down from the bar when the guy who carried her over there again scooped her up in his arms and carried her.

The major difference this time was that she was nearly naked.

He suddenly bent his head forward and sucked one of her nipples into his mouth.

Jeannie had a shocked look on her face as she felt his mouth around her nipple and she grabbed him by the hair and pulled him off her tit.

He put her down next to where I was still sitting. As he turned one of his friends high fived him.

"Time for Santa to take a break." I told the girl on my lap.

She got up and I grabbed Jeannie's hand and pulled her through the crowd still nearly naked.

I heard her saying, "Oh, oh, oh" as we walked and knew that hands were all over her body.

We finally got to the door of the backroom and went inside.

"What the hell are you doing?" I exclaimed and asked her.

"What the hell are YOU? Doing letting those girls rub your cock?" She quickly came back.

The door to the backroom opened and jack stepped in.

"Damn, damn, damn! That is more than I could have imagined. You guys got the party rocking and the drinks are flowing! Thanks a bunch and by the way, since the Elf costume is gone you guys better be done. I am a bar not a strip club and could get in trouble if we keep it going. Here is your seven hundred and some more that you left on the bar. Thanks a lot you guys you saved my night."

He began to leave and then turned, "How about next year?"

"We will let you know." I responded.

He closed the door and I grabbed Jeannie and kissed her.

She began pulling down my Santa pants as I unfastened the shirt.

I stepped out of the pants and pulled the jacket off. All that was left was my "fat" so I turned to have Jeannie unzip it and then pulled it off.

I grabbed her and bent her over a chair in the backroom and pulled her panties away from her ass and guided my cock into her pussy.

She was soaking wet as I sank fully into her. I was then pounding in and out of her like a mad man. The sound of my groin slapping against her ass and the wetness of her pussy squishing with each thrust filled the room.

I had to have her and was fucking her as I had never fucked her before. We usually take it slow building up to the sex but not tonight. We both just wanted to fuck. The foreplay had already been taken care of in the bar.

"Ohhhh gawd yes I'm cummming." She moaned.




Santa and His Elf



I also was ready to explode and as soon as my cum splashed against her insides she let loose and came with me.

Just then, the door opened again.

We both looked over but did not stop. It was Jack.

"Oh I'm sorry." He shut the door.

We both began laughing hysterically as I pulled my cock from her pussy.

When we stopped laughing Jeannie kissed me again and then went to the sink to clean up.

I pulled my clothes on as she cleaned herself off.

I had let loose a load that was running down her legs.

When she finished she put her clothes on.

There was a knock on the door and I went to open it. It was Jack again.

"I am so sorry!" he said. "I just wanted to see if you two wanted to slip out the back door."

Jeannie answered, "That would be great."

We grabbed our things and Jeannie grabbed the money.

Jack let us out the back door and again thanked us for tonight. We walked to the car and headed home.

Jeannie was counting the money and when she was done she said, "Holy shit! There is seventeen hundred dollars here."

"What? You made and extra grand dancing on the bar for three songs?" I asked.

"Apparently so. I think we will do that again next year." She said.

"I think so. Besides the money the fuck afterwards was great." I said.

We got home and packed deciding to go straight to the airport and catch the next flight home.

It was a surprise to my parents the next morning when the doorbell rang and Jeannie and I were standing on the porch.

It will be a Christmas neither of us will ever forget.



Santa & His Elf



"Tom, I'm so sorry I did that, I just wasn't watching what I was doing," she began as she escorted him along the sidewalk with Carla trailing behind, "I wish there was something I could do to make it up to you."

"You can," Tom said, and he checked behind him to make sure Carla was out of ear shot, "why not take me to your place and dry out my pants?" He saw the stunned look on her face and regretted having said it the instant the words sprang from his mouth. So he let out a little laugh to try and slough it off as a joke. But the look upon her face more than stunned him, the gleam in her eyes spoke of curiosity, she actually looked like she was considering it.

"Oh, Tom, you're such a tease. Do you realize that? Of course you can come to my place. I'll have your pants dried in no time at all. We'll just put them over the heating register and before you know it, they'll be as good as new. Besides, I only live about five blocks from here so it's no trouble at all." 

"C'mon, Carla, hurry and catch up with us." Jessie looked over her shoulder and caught Carla's attention and also let her know in her own way to take it easy on Tom. He wasn't in a joking mood at the moment. 

"Thank you, Jess, I really appreciate that. I had no idea you lived so close to the office. How long have you lived here?

"Well, I've lived here just about most of my life. The city has always fascinated me and when I was a little girl, I used to walk up this very street with my family and stand in front of each window as we gazed at all of the beautiful decorations they displayed each year. There used to be the best Christmas show at Wanamaker's every year. They had tons of different little Christmas and winter scenes to watch and some of the displays even moved. It was just magnificent. They had a talking snowman and a Santa that was so lifelike that you'd swear he would start talking to you at any second. I vowed I'd never leave because of those twinkling lights. I'm the only one who has remained in this area and even though I enjoy it so very much I also miss the sounds of my family."

Tom watched as a single tear trickled down her left cheek and couldn't help but reach out and take her hand in his. It seemed as if she had been crying out to him or to someone, to hold her, comfort her, take her mind away from her thoughts. It seemed only natural for him to give of himself in this way, as it was the Christmas spirit and all. But it was so much more than that, really, there was something that even he couldn't understand or explain.

Witnessing the act that has just occurred, Carla quickly caught up with them and politely excused herself. She had never seen Jessie so consumed by any man before. There was no way she was going to take that away from her best friend. Carla knew Jessie never opened herself for just anyone at all. In fact, there had never been anyone, ever, except her who Jessie spoke of such things with. 

"I'm gonna call it a night, you two, if that's okay? I'm dead tired and I need to finish some card writing." With that, she gave Jessie a kiss on the cheek and offered Tom a warm smile. He thanked her silently with his emotional blue eyes and offered his good night to her just as Jessie did.

"I'll call you in the morning, Carla, okay?" 

Smiling and nodding yes, Carla turned and walked in the opposite direction toward the office to get her car and head for home. In the background, she could hear their footsteps as they walked along the empty sidewalk. Even their footsteps seemed to be in unison. As she drove amidst the glittering lights of red and green, she felt happiness for her dear friend and wondered just how far this night would take Jessie. Turning on the radio to keep her company she began singing along with Paul and Linda McCartney as their voices happily rang out, "Simply having a wonderful Christmas time…"

Jessie walked along the city sidewalks and pointed out the many wonderful highlights each building or church had in her memories. "This is where I had my first date, Tom." Jessie remembered with a blush. "Come here and take a peek inside. I think you'll be able to see the table all the way in the back by the kitchen. Do you see it?" She pushed him closer to the window and his nose was pressing against the glass causing the window to become fogged on the outside. 

"I see it, Jess. Were you afraid someone might spot you? Is that why you hid in the back?"

"Oh, heavens no, Tom, my date worked in the kitchen and that's where I happened to be seated having a cup of hot chocolate with my sister. She had to leave and I guess he felt sorry for me sitting all alone. In between washing the dishes he came out to keep me company. It was all so very romantic really. Isn't it funny how certain things stay so clear in your memory even after all of these years?"

He couldn't keep away from her any longer. Without thinking about what he was doing, he brought her to him and held her close wrapped inside his embrace. He softly kissed her on the top of her beautiful blonde head and let out the most delicious of sighs. Jessie tightly held him in return and let her face nestle against the warmth of his jacket. Hmmm, he had the most intoxicating scent, a mixture of leather and some kind of musky spice. All she knew was that she loved his heady fragrance and felt so comfortable with her arms reaching around his body. 

As she turned her head just a bit, there, placed on the top of the Christmas tree that was standing in the window, was a twinkling star. Its brightness seemed to call to her and she was quickly reminded of something she did as a young child. 'Star light, star bright, first star I see tonight, I wish I may, I wish I might, have the wish I wish tonight.' As she made her silent wish on the first star she had seen this night, she closed her eyes, lifted her head, and offered her lips to Tom. He accepted them and there in front of the shimmering lights of the Christmas tree and the quiet hush of the city around them, they lost themselves in their passions for one another.

Jessie's place was a small loft that resided on the top floor of a five story apartment building downtown. She enjoyed three rooms and a bath. The Living room, which also doubled as a den and dining room, had a fire place in it and its warmth spread heat evenly throughout the room quickly after she lit the fire. The warmth in the room mirrored her own warmth as she approached Tom and asked him to take off his pants.

"Gladly", he agreed and stripped off his shoes and pants in a flash. 

Her intentions were to put the pants in the dryer of the laundry room in the basement. But she fell short as she stood, holding onto his pants, she was like a deer in headlights, frozen, her eyes fixed on the whiteness of his boxer shorts and the obvious bulge they contained. Tom approached her and took the pants from her hands and draped them over the couch. She seemed to respond to him when he took her glasses off and placed them on the end table next to the couch and then walked her over to the couch and sat her down on it. She was helpless and awestruck. She was in lust with the bare skin of his legs and she wanted to touch his hardness.

He kissed her deeply and she kissed him back. Things became a blur for her, she felt his hands on her breast and where she once had clothes she now offered bare skin and hardened nipples. Where he once had boxer shorts, he was now naked completely, his watch was his only clothing, and she tasted his hardness. She followed her animal instinct and she indulged it. Her legs spread wide as he tasted her and she was devouring him. Like a starving man at his first meal in months, she was all over him. He was nose deep in her and sucking on her clit and the waves of eroticism spread like wildfire. Her orgasm was sudden and forceful and she jammed her pelvis into his face as she flowed freely. She could no longer wrap her lips around his penis and instead gripped it with her hand and while she shuttered with her climax she rubbed his cock along her cheek.

She rolled off of him and stood on the raised portion of the fire place and with shaky knees looked over the city with its twinkling lights and Christmas decorations. She leaned against the mantle for support next to the felt red colored stocking she had hung up for Christmas. Her eyes were glazed with her recent climax and she had the reflection in her eye of a string of blue Christmas lights that she had strung along the balcony. The slowly dying fire, reduced to embers, added a soft glow to her skin and to Tom's eyes she was like a statue of Venus. Well posed and skin milky like marble, yet warm and inviting. She had an elegance of features, with a softness and balance that aroused him.

He rose and stood by her and looked over the city with her. "Have you been a good little girl all year? Tell Santa what you really want for Christmas," he whispered in her ear as he nipped on her ear lobe.

Her hand went reflexively to his hardness as he suckled her ear lobe and she gasped, "I want you," her hand began to move along his length, "inside of me" and she leaned back onto his chest. He gently pushed her just a bit forward and with her on the raised portion of the fireplace she was just the right height for him. He used his fingers to prove her wetness and she put both of her arms on the mantel and spread her legs wider for him. He brought his penis to bear on her pussy and before he entered her he ran the head of his dick along the length of her, gathering her wetness along his shaft. He inserted himself into her and then gripped both sides of her hips and sunk himself deep into her. She arched her back and he gained that much more of her and he began to move freely inside of her.

Every thrust for Jessie was like a stab of pure pleasure increasing in value with each successive thrust. She laid her head on the mantel and each time he sank himself into her she let out a cry. Her whole body was alive with feeling and there appeared thousands of diamonds on her skin as her sweat exuded from her.

He was fucking her vigorously now and she could hear the slapping of skin on skin as the pressure of her orgasm built. He began to make sounds himself and she tried to reach behind her to touch him but found that she was flaying about and opted to reach between her legs and feel him as he entered her. When she touched him he groaned with pleasure and was even more energetic in his thrusting. As she touched him entering her she had her thumb on her clit and she rubbed herself. She used her other hand to pull on her nipples and her breath came in gasps and gulps. She kept repeating, "Oh my God, Oh my God," as he sank himself to the hilt inside of her.

He let out a loud cry and the first spasm of semen shoot inside of her. She could feel the sticky fluid grease his cock as it moved inside of her. "Don't stop," she yelled at him, she was so close to her own orgasm.

He pumped himself dry inside of her and his semen flowed around her fingers and down her thighs as she felt him inside of her.

"Don't Stop, Don't stop," she pleaded with him. 

"Give it up, baby, cum for me," he told her. He was still hard as a rock and liked watching her orgasm build. 

She loved the feel of his wet cock as it slid in and out of her. Her thumb still rubbing on her clit she felt the first wave of her orgasm hit and she reached down and grabbed his balls as she backed into him with force.

"Ahhhhhhhhh," she squeezed his balls as she tightened her vaginal muscles in a vice grip around his cock. Her climax seemed to last forever and she was so light headed she almost passed out. Her legs were too weak to stand and she had to find the couch quickly. On her way, she seemed to just glide into his arms and he floated her to the couch and they lay together, face to face.

"Oh Santa, you sure know how to treat your elf's," she gasped in his ear.

Tom laughed a little and said, "Ho, ho, ho, Merry Christmas to one and all."



Santa and the Vampire Hunter



Joy to the World playing softly in the background, Christmas was definitely in the air in this small corner of sunny Florida. A large, finely adorned Christmas tree blinked its lights from the corner of the Italian café despite the soft morning light of Boxing Day. Traditional holiday and Italian flavors mixed and floated from the kitchen and caused mouths to water and tummies to grumble as so many indulged in the breakfast menu described as a guilty pleasure that went straight to the hips.

Nick Jonas Claus bit into the last of the cookie and a groan vibrated through his chest as he barely controlled the urge that compelled his fangs to drop. Moist and rich, the chocolate chip goodness melted on his tongue and excited his palate as he swallowed. His sweet tooth was the only male one that rivaled a female's according to his mother. 

His sound of pleasure drew many appreciative female glances including that of the baker who shared the small round table with him. She slid the to-go bag closer to him and he captured her tiny hand. Feathering a kiss over her knuckle, he said, "Run away with me." 

Laying on the charm, he flashed straight, white teeth and allowed the twinkle in his eyes to show. The female blushed a rosy color at the attention, a look of delighted amusement on her near seventy year old face. She giggled like a school girl. "Oh dear, I don't think Mr. Rossi would appreciate that," she replied and indicated her husband who stood a few feet away, watching the show with the lazy indulgence of a man secure in his marriage. 

Used to Nick's flirtation, he agreed, "Certainly not, Rosa. I am not too old to wipe the floor with you, young one."

A regular to the family owned café for more than a year, Nick enjoyed the easy camaraderie he had with these two. He especially enjoyed watching the love between them. The way even after almost half a century of marriage, their hearts still beat a little faster at the sight of each other. 

He sighed sadly at Alessandro's reply and conceded gracefully, "Ah, well, I know when I've been beat." He leaned closer to Rosa and whispered conspiringly, "But if you ever decide to run off into the sunset with me, all you have to do is call, my dear."

The old woman patted his hand affectionately before letting go. "You need to find a nice young woman to settle down with, sì. Not flirt with an old lady like me." Even after more than three decades of living in the United Sates, her Italian accent was as heavy as ever despite her great grasp of English. Knotted up into her bun, her salt n' pepper hair gave her a wise air.

He almost laughed at her comparing their ages. What would she say if she knew he was more than seven hundred years old? "But no woman can compare to you, my sweet Rosa. You have ruined me for all others."

"That's your stomach talking, young man," she huffed laughingly.

He grabbed his chest. "Oh, you wound me. Do not make light of my feelings."

She laughed and went to her husband who placed a kiss on her cheek, his hand discreetly caressing her back. Together they walked back to the counter sharing a whispered joke. Nick's sensitive ears picked up the dirty undertone of it and he bit his lip against the bark of laughter eager to escape.

Nick loved woman. 

It was fact that he was neither ashamed nor hesitant to admit. He loved everything about them no matter the age, shape or size. He loved the way tenderness lit the eyes of a grandmother at her grandkids shenanigans, or a little girl's pleasure at a simple gesture. He especially loved the way fire blazed through a woman's eyes as she orgasmed around his cock. He even liked their weird moods and temper. Not that a woman in a fit of pique was not a terrifying thing but it made life interesting. It kept him on his toes and there was nothing he loved more than a challenge.

When he becomes romantically involved with a woman, he committed to making her feel special. He liked to learn what stimulated her mind, what heated her body, her dreams, her hopes. The complication that most males found frustrating, he looked forward to exploring, trying to solve the puzzle of the female heart and mind. He had no luck so far but he figured he had plenty of time to figure it out.

Picking up his spiced coffee, he looked up to catch the amused half smile of the woman two tables opposite him. With a brazen sensuality her green gaze held his, her pink lips closing over the edge of her steaming cup. Her heart pumped just a little faster before resuming its leisurely pattern. The rich scent of the red ambrosia that raced through her veins reached him, laced with a subtle hint of her natural aroma, a surprising light scent of fresh cherries.

He knew he did not appear to but his eyes slithered over her body, from the top of her flaming red head to the tips of her black metallic biker boots. Sun light bounced off her lightly perspiring skin mimicking tiny sparkling diamonds and her cheeks shined with health. Her eyes were a mixture of light flames of brown, silver and gold, all wrapped in a ribbon of green. She seemed out of place in this tiny café, its quaint, peaceful setting a direct contrast to the aura of steamy sex in the rain this woman gave off.

The waitress brought her check. She gave him a bold once over before dropping her gaze with a dismissive gesture that widened him smile.

He knew what she saw. He was dressed in a red Santa's suit which was wrinkled from hours of delivering presents. The jacket was unbuttoned to reveal the black tank top beneath and there was a tear in the right pant leg courtesy of a feisty Shih Tzu. His hair was a windblown mess and stubble darkened his jawline. He looked like a down on his luck Santa imitation who worked late at the local mall.

Only, he was the real deal.

He took up the responsibility fifty years ago when his father, the original man in red, retired. Just hours before he left Rudolf throwing a fit of the lack of his favorite sweet baby carrots while his mother, Marine Claus, tried to placate the spoiled beast.

That was not the kicker in his bag of secrets though.

He was a vampire. 

And he hadn't had a proper feeding in a week.

Though his taste buds still tingled with the sweet treat they received, they swelled at the woman's scent. Aware of his gaze, the musky tang of her pussy mixed with the metallic smell of her blood. His fangs length just that little bit and pricked his tongue, releasing a drop of the liquid he craved. All his senses buzzed and his cock pushed at the thankfully large pants.

A low growl rumbled through his throat and the slight disruption in her heartbeat made him wonder if she heard the sound. She controlled herself quickly though. The discipline she exerted over her body made him want to rattle her, made him want to push her until she lost control.

His smile turned predatory. Santa just found his treat for being such a good boy this year. Not kicking Jack Frost in the face after the mischievous imp dropped a foot of snow on him deserved a reward, didn't it?

The focus of his attention paid her bill, gathered her belongings and stood. Embroidered with the bent over figure of a woman wearing only a Santa's hat and the words I've Been A Naughty Girl, Fuck me Santa, the thin white tank top she wore hugged her figure to perfection. The full cups of her lace-covered breasts pushed at the material and showed a hint of erect nipple. The top ended just above her belly button, showing off a simple belly button ring.

She walked by his table and he closed his eyes as her scent intensified. Precum leaked from the head of his cock as a fine shudder graced his spine and pulled on the hair at the back of his neck.

His eyes opened quickly though and he followed her progress out of the building. Her distressed jeans showcased her knees and teasing portions of her thighs. She was not very tall, only reaching his collar in her boots he guessed but those jeans molded her legs in a way that made them look a mile long. He was visually stimulated just like the next guy and damn, was he ever stimulated by the way the jeans hugged her ass so adoringly. Her crimson ponytail swung with each step, brushing her lower back, briefly revealing a small black and red spider tattoo where her shoulder met her neck. Light refracted off the strands and gave the illusion of a live flame.

He wanted her. 

Desire was like slow boiling syrup in his veins and thick on his tongue. He did not just yearn for her blood, he wanted to sink his body as far into her heat as he could go and not come out for days, weeks. The intensity of his body's demand was surprising but not unwelcomed even though he knew there was more to this woman than met the eye. 

Grabbing his bag of goodies, he rose from his table with a purposeful movement. Sending a wave Rosa's way, he followed her out onto the sidewalk. She stopped at a powerful motorcycle parked at the curb. Recognizing the expensive brand, he was not surprised by her choice of vehicle. Black and red, the bike resembled its owner, slick and muscled yet undeniably female. Grabbing her helmet, she turned to him and, looking him up and down, asked, "Is there something I can help you with?"

Husky, like she had the beginnings for a cold, her voice was just like the rest of her; sex personified. His cock twitched with every decibel.

"Come home with me," he said. 

Heels clicking, hips swinging, she closed the distance between them until the tips of her breasts brushed his chest. It was all he could not to groan. Brushing imaginary lint from just above his heart, she licked her lips. His gaze followed the motion like a man possessed. Boldly she met his stare, her voice lowering to a pitch only lovers shared. "And why would I do something like that?"

He leaned over and pressed his nose against her pulse before meeting her gaze. "Because you want to. Because you're curious why your heart flutters at the sound of my voice. Why your pussy is wet and ready for a cock you've never seen. Because you need to fuck just as badly as I do."

Her pupils dilated and she stilled before her eyelids lowered to hide her thoughts. It couldn't hide the reaction of her body though. Her skin flushed pink and her hips squirmed in a barely visible movement before she lifted her eyes back to his.

"Follow me," she said and moved away with graceful efficiency with a swish of red hair. Her body straddled the powerful machine and unbridled the image of her riding his body instead came up.

Helmet on, she roared down the street, not waiting to see if he did as she instructed. Rubber burning in his wake, he was on her tail in seconds.

****

Sophie "Black Widow" Blayne watched the new Audi model pull in behind her. The man emerged as the garage door cut off the sunlight, his scruffy appearance at odds with the expensive car. Cutting the engine, she swung her legs over the bike. Not waiting to see if her target followed, she unlocked the door to the warehouse apartment. As the door swung into the industrial style kitchen, a vulturine smile briefly curved her lips.

One of the world's only female vampire hunters, Sophie's senses tingled in anticipation of the kill. In was a sensation she felt many times yet this time the feeling was heightened by the unusual arousal that ran through her the moment her eyes met this vampire's. For a fraction of a second, she drowned in the bottomless abyss of his eyes, lust slamming through her blood with earthshattering intensity. Even now her clit burned with the need to be stroked, her nipples hard and achy, skin fevered.

In her line of work she came across quite a few males with supernatural good looks and charm but without a word he had seduced her. Reminding herself why she was doing this did not help the fire in her loins but it helped her brain retain its fragile control. 

At the tender age of ten, she watched a vampire slaughter her mother. She only lived because a timely interruption by a neighbor flooded the room with sunlight. Watching her mother's lifeless eyes, she vowed to kill the vampire. Her need for revenge had driven her to do just that and she became the world's youngest vampire hunter at the age of fifteen.

Now that the being who started her on this journey was dead she had nothing to focus on but her career. She knew nothing else. She aimed to be the best and Nick Claus was just another stepping stone to getting what she wanted.

He was one of the only vampires born naturally. Called full bloods, these beings were birthed by a human female impregnated by a vampire seed. There were only a handful of known full bloods, not even the original Mr. Claus in the ranks. Turned by a rogue one Christmas more than a millennia ago, Nick's father passed onto him magical powers that made him even more dangerous than the average full blood. Stronger, faster, he was able to withstand sunlight for extended periods compared to his turned cousins cursed to an eternity of darkness. The bounty on his head was enough for her to live off of for the rest of her life twice over.

She spent almost two year searching for a way to capture Nick Claus. The knowledge of his inability to resist the female sex was widespread. When a tip led her to the café in Tampa, she jumped at the opportunity. It was amazing how easily he took the bait. She planned to leave his brain in a gooey mess and strike when he was most vulnerable.

His heavy black boots sounded behind her and she turned to see him close the door. When he took a step in her direction, she pushed him against the door. He laughed but allowed her to restrain his hands above his head. "Take charge kind of woman, huh?"

She nipped at his jaw, rubbing up against his erection. "Have a problem with that?"

He leaned his hips into hers and reached down to nuzzle her throat. His breath tickled her skin and she gasped at the feeling. "I'm all yours, sweetheart."

"Good." 

She pulled the sides of his jacket apart. The buttons scattered and the jacket fell to the floor soon after. She pushed the black tank top beneath up, her lips and tongue starting a path from the smooth expanse of his belly following in the cloth's wake. He helped her get it over his head and it landed on the jacket. 

In the pale light that came through the shaded high ceiling windows, his chest shined like a golden slab of godly perfection, the stack of abs that lined his abdomen impressive. His dark hair fell over eyes the color of the Caribbean Sea, shining with auburn and blond highlights. Light and shadow played over the features of his face, making him appear darkly mysterious, irresistible.

Despite his obvious appeal, he could not be defined as beautiful or pretty. The terms were too feminine. There was an animalistic magnetism about him that sucked her in. He emanated power. It was evident in every line of his body, in the arrogance of his jaw, in his very aura. The charming, laidback image he portrait barely masked the predator she knew lay just beneath the cover of his skin. 

She undid his belt as one of his fingers traced the hem of her top before drawing lazy circles over a puckered nipple.

"How naughty of a girl have you been?" he asked, his gaze on her front of her top. 

"Oh, the very baddest, Santa," she purred. "I have done things far too depraved for the naughty list."

The buckle yielded to her hands. Its heavy weight pulled his pants down his muscular legs.

He was naked underneath.

Long and thick, his cock was hard against his thigh with just the slightest curve. She made a low hum of appreciation in the back of her throat. The blunt head, already sleek with precum, released another pearly drop. She looked up into his eyes as she gave into impulse and dropped to her knees. They were darker now, desire turning them an ultramarine shade.

"Santa has a special treatment for bad girls like you. Somehow I don't think a spanking will suffice. How about I fuck you until you learn the error of your ways?" 

"Do you really think that'll work, Santa? I've been told there's no hope for me." She placed a biting kiss on the top of his left thigh, the musky scent that rose off his skin far too addictive. The muscle quavered in reaction and his hand gripped her ponytail. His harmless façade was falling away, just a hint of fang showing.

"Only one way to find out, isn't there?" The words took on a growly edge as she gripped him, licking a wet path from root to tip.

She repeated the action several times before whirling her tongue over his slit. She engulfed him and his head banged against the wood, his cock jerking in her mouth. She licked at the fluid that reminded her of salt on sweet mango. She moaned to his earthy curses as she fought to stay detached.

Massaging the firm globes at the base of his cock, she bobbed her head up and down and allowed saliva to dribble from her lips. The steady stream parted into tributaries that flowed down his length and over her rotating hands as she fisted the length she could not swallow. His hips moved with her and together they built an increasing rhythm. 

Relaxing her throat she took more of him, loving the way his hands tightened in her hair. The sounds of sex bounced off the walls as he angled her head the way he wanted and tunneled his cock passed her lips, countering her movements. It was not long before he exploded on her tongue. Her pussy ached, her muscles clutching at emptiness, and her nipples tightened painfully. She squirmed and contented herself with the feel of his orgasm, her jeans in the way of gratification. She loved the feeling a man becoming undone in her mouth. There was something she found highly erotic about it.

This time was no different. The vampire's face tightened with his climax, his cock swelling larger as each jet of cum hit the back of her throat. It was thickly sweet with a bitter under bite that had her eager to swallow every drop.

She let him out with a pop a few seconds later. His cock bobbed with the action, only marginally softer than before. She licked her lips and caught a stray drop. Standing, her hand smoothly removed the knife laced with ultraviolet beads from her boot. All it would take was a blow to the heart and this vampire would be no more than dust.

But watching the way his face showed every unit of pleasure he felt, her hand refused to move and, just that easily, she lost her chance. He slowly opened his eyes and she quickly placed the knife at her back, a seductive smile at the ready.

"That was great." His smile was back. "Comere. My turn."

He reached for her but she neatly evaded his grip. She needed privacy to get her head together. "Give me a minute to slip into something a little more..." she bit her lip suggestively "... festive."

He gave her a once over that had her pussy clenching, wanting everything his eyes promised. "You look just fine to me."

She backed away, careful to keep the weapon out of his view and placed a counter between them. "Be patient, lover. I promise it'll be worth it."

She was almost in the bedroom when he called out, "Wait! I'd like to know the name of the woman who sucked my cock so wonderfully."

"Sophie," she gave him her real name without thought. Quickly ducking her head, she cursed her slip.

"Sophie," he rolled her name on his tongue and made it sound like an exotic spice. "I'm Nick."

"Be right back, Nick." She wiggled her fingers at him and closed the door between them. Turning the lock, she leaned against it for a second, adrenaline and nerves making her dizzy. She quickly crossed the bedroom to the adjoining bathroom. Placing the knife down, she wiped a hand over her face and cursed her hesitation. 

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" she raged at her reflection.

A trickle of moisture added to the cream making her pussy lips rub so erotically together and her question was answered. She wanted to a cock between her thighs and at the moment not any cock would do. She wanted Nick. A vampire in Santa's suit. One she was determined to kill.




Santa and the Vampire Hunter



Her eyes closed and the image of his cock invaded her mind, the flavor of him still on her tongue. What would it feel like to have that fat cock buried in her? Rumor had it that Santa never left his lovers less than satisfied. He was not overly long, just a little over eight inches but he was wide. She imagined him driving between her folds fast and hard just like she liked, his girth stretching her to extremities, and could not contain her moan. 

She splashed cold water on her cheeks and leaned against the vanity as she opened her eyes. They were dilated and she looked exactly how she felt. Like a woman who desperately needed to be fucked. 

Her plan for Santa changed in that second.

In the bedroom she removed the other knives strategically placed on her body and carefully packed them along with the first she withdrew. Removing a gun loaded with bullets designed to release ultraviolet beads into the blood stream from her bag of weapons, she hid the bag deep in the closet. Walking to the dresser/mirror set, she placed the gun on the top and toed her boots off. She pushed her jeans off and pulled her top over her head. Left in a pair of sheer of bikini thong panties and a bra, she let her hair down and inspected the finished product in the mirror. 

"Change your mind about killing the big, bad vampire?"

With a quick, almost undetectable rotation of her wrist, the gun was aimed and fired at the figure leaning against the still locked door. "No. Just decided to fuck him first," she answered. He stood to his full height and swaggered in her direction, clearly unfazed by the bullet that had been only a fraction away from piercing his skull. She raised her eyebrow at state of undress and asked, "You've known this whole time?"

Sounding only mildly curious, he asked, "Did you think I wouldn't notice that you're armed to the teeth? Your reputation precedes you, Black Widow. The vampire killer with beautiful red hair and a spider tattoo on her neck is well known for luring unsuspecting male vamps to their deaths."

"I should be flattered I suppose. Why'd you come here if you knew who I was?" 

"I'm hardly known for playing it safe, now am I? Besides..." The slim, black handgun was pressed against his chest before he stopped his advance. His gaze travelled the length of the weapon, scorched the length of her scantily clad body before meeting her stare. The half-smile she associated with him was present as he continued, "...you intrigue me."

His cockiness knew no bounds. The fact that she found it sexy irked her. "Give me one good reason why I should not shoot you where you stand?"

"Because if you really wanted to you would have already." The certainty with which he said made her wonder if he knew she deliberately missed blowing his head off.

She perused his body with her eyes, the muzzle of the gun descending with her gaze until it was stopped by the erection he made no effort to hide. Slowly meeting his eyes once more, she applied subtle pressure on his manhood and said, "Maybe I wanted to play a little first."

His eyes darkened, seductive smile still in place but somehow more predacious. He towered over her, blocking out the light, caging her in a haze of desire. "I like to play." 

In a movement she was disarmed and pulled against a body that put graphite to shame. Her back against his front, she watched their reflection in the mirror. She should have been angry that she was so easily disengaged but all she felt was delicious need to push against the length that prodded her back.

The muzzle of the gun travelled the length of her face, down over a beaded nipple and belly to caress her mons and pressed against her hardened nub. She gasped and shuddered, the beginnings of an orgasm curling in her lower abdomen.

His nose at her nape, he closed his eyes and sniffed. "You smell fucking magnificent. You know that?" 

He opened his eyes and the edges of his irises were now red-rimmed, his fangs full protracted. 

Her breath caught in her throat.

With every layer of the humanity he hid behind striped away, he became even more gorgeous.

****

Nick looked down at the warrior in his arms, her curves and softness so deceiving. The underwear she wore hid nothing from his view. Her nipples were barely covered by the lace and the pink areolas peeked over the top with each breath she took. Moisture dampened the front of her panties and shined off the top of her thighs, its scent combining with that of her blood and the soap that covered her flushed skin.

She was absolutely stunning.

The fact that she wanted to kill him only increased her appeal.

He turned and lifted her onto the dresser. Pulling her forward, he draped her legs on either side of him. She made no attempt to stop him even when he dipped the gun's muzzle beneath her panties and traced her nether lips with the metal. The weapon came away wet and he licked her moisture off.

Placing the gun on the wooden top, he tugged a nipple through its casing with his teeth, wrapping his tongue around the protruded tip. Pushing the two globes together, he licked a path to the other breast and nuzzling the material aside, feasted on her bare skin. Undoing the front closure, he removed the bra. Kissing the undersides and tops of her breasts, he pinched and rolled her nipples. She moved with his actions, letting him knowing what she liked.

Licking between the pink hills, he moved lower to her flat tummy. He dipped his tongue around the metal adorning her belly button before continuing lower still. Her panties offered her no protection. The wetness coating the lace rendered it transparent. Licking her through the thin strip, he inhaled deeply and felt his grip on humanity slipping.

He pulled the lace from her body, throwing the torn material over his shoulder. Her pussy was bare but for a manicured line just above her clit. Liberally coated with her creaminess, her pussy lips were red and swollen. Just beneath the surface of her skin, he could hear the blood rushing through the tiny veins. He held her legs open and licked his tongue between the puffy lips. Her fingers tangled in his hair and she sought to control his action. Removing her fingers, he positioned her hands above her head. "As I recall, it's my turn. Don't move."

Her eyes narrowed at the command. Smiling, he returned between her thighs. Holding her gaze, he laid an open mouthed kiss over her mound. He groaned at the burst of cherry flavor as Sophie's hand slapped against the mirror. The reflective surface cracked but did not break. Pushing her legs up and out, he made love to her pussy, dipping into every valley and scaling every peak. He buried his tongue in her cleft and licked at her walls. "Oh yes, right there! Fuck, your tongue's so good!"

He pushed one, then two and soon three fingers high in her pussy and rubbed her g-spot. Her hips strained against them and rode his mouth, which was latched onto her pulsing bud. He stroked it with teasing licks of his tongue and nibbles of his teeth, his fangs throbbing with the need to sink into her.

He placed the thumb of his free hand at her clit and it picked up the tempo his mouth left off. Fingers still fucking her, he bent over her right nipple, his fangs sinking deep. She arched sharply, her breath shuddering as orgasm washed over her. Her cries were high and commanded more from him. He pressed his middle and right finger on her clitoris, applying light pressure. Feeling her orgasm winding down he rubbed on the bud and threw her into another climax. 

She gripped his upper arms in surprise, her thighs closing reflexively around his hips and muttered a string of incoherent words with only a expletive identifiable here and there.

When she finally sagged against the dresser, he released her nipple, fascinated by the way it swayed. Blood welled from the twin punctures. Removing his hand from her hole, he smeared her juices over the wound. He licked his fingers clean before sucking on her breast. The combination of her cum and blood was the best treat he ever had. Releasing the healing agent in the glands behind his fangs, he gave her nipple one last tug. When he pulled away, the wound was already closed and looked like mere insect bites.

Sophie regained her senses slowly and watched him with hooded eyes. "I should be mad that you did that," she stated. 

"But you're not."

She neither denied nor agreed with his claim. Instead she sat up and scored his nipple with her teeth. He hissed at the bite of pleasure/pain. Hands beneath her thighs, he carried her to the black-covered king bed occupying the center of the room and dropped her on the mattress. She bounced twice before settling in the middle. She opened her legs and cupped her breasts, pinching her tight nipples. "Come fuck me, Santa. I'm still waiting for that special treatment you promised."

He fisted his cock as he watched her. "How do you want it? Hard and fast or hard and fast?"

Coming to her knees she licked the head of his cock. "What do you think?"

Replacing his hand, she guided him to her former position. Straddling his hips, she rocked back and forth. Her juices soon coated his cock and he slipped between her folds with ease, his head pushing against her clit with every forward movement. She placed him at her entrance and sunk onto his cock slowly. Together they moved and watched as he breached her gripping skin.

They both paused when he was seated at the hilt, only the sound of their harsh breathing to be heard. The feel of her was simply exquisite. Tight and warm, her sheath clutched and let go his length in a sucking motion. It was all he could do not to cum on the spot. Sophie's head fell back on her shoulders and her face reflected the same enjoyment he felt. The ends of her hair swept of his thighs, adding the sweetest sensation.

She rose slowly and gyrated her hips with only his tip left in her. Her lips caressed his cock's head in a way that felt interesting like a wet kiss before her heat surrounded him once more. Hands braced on his chest, ass pushed high in the air, she started a measured rhythm that had them both groaning. Hands on the globes of her behind, he pulled her down onto his upward stroke. 

Her breasts bounced with each thrust and he just had to have one in his mouth. He sat up and latched onto the right one, sucking strongly. Hand between their straining bodies, he stroked her exposed clit. Letting go of her nipple, he grabbed her hair and captured her lips. She hesitated briefly before letting his tongue stroke hers. Her mouth was just like the rest of her, darkly seductive with the promise of paradise. 

Pulling away, she commanded, "Harder. Give it to me harder. God, I'm almost there!"

He reversed their positions and knelt, sitting on his hunches. He pulled her hips onto his thighs without missing a beat. Holding her thighs spread wide, he groaned at the sight of their joining. "Look at how good my cock fucks you."

"So good," she agreed, pushing herself on his thrusts. 

Her thighs were trembling and her internal muscles were quavering wildly, her body needing just that final push. He placed his hand over her lower abdomen and felt the jab his cock beneath her skin. He pressed down and rotated his palm in tight circles.

"Oh fuck!" she screamed as she orgasmed. She arched sharply and her muscles clamped onto him with near pain voracity, tempting him to follow her but his was not done with his vampire hunter yet. The beast he was usually able to restrain pushed to the forefront and demanded that he make her submit.

Turning her onto her knees, he positioned her buttocks high, her upper body against the mattress and slammed into her still spasming pussy. Gripping her ass cheeks in his hands, he leveraged her into his jerking hips. They bounced and jiggled in just the right way. Pressing his thumb against the rear opening, he said, "The minute I saw your ass in those jeans, I knew I had to possess it."

****

Sophie froze inside.

Despite her reputation for using sex to lure vampires to their deaths, Sophie had never had sex with a vampire before today. All it usually took was a few smiles, kisses and allowing the vampire to cop a feel or two and she had her target. At her twenty-seven years of age, she'd only been with four men and two females and always controlled the situation.

The act seeming too intimate to share with anyone, anal sex was something she allowed herself to dream about only in the sanctuary of her bed in the Caribbean home hardly anyone knew she owned. It was where she kept her collection of butt plugs and anal beads. Most of her masturbation sessions ended with her ass being stretched by one or the other, the desire to have a cock in their place well buried.

"I don't do anal."

Something about Nick changed. The lightness she sensed before was gone and the vampire she came here to kill now possessed the body driving her to the brink of madness. His grip on her hips tightened, sure to leave marks and he pulled her harder onto his thrusting cock. "Really? Then why did your pussy clench and your heart skip a beat just now? You can't hide from me, Black Widow. This persona of fearless femme fatale may fool the men of your world but here, in this bed, with me, you have no secrets. I'm going to fuck you ass, fill you with my seed and you'll love every second of it, won't you?" 

Using her hair, he pulled her upper body off the bed and forced her to meet his eyes, the irises of which were completely red. She moaned as the changed angle made his cock feel so much larger. Her nerves were strung tight by the orgasms she already had and yet her body still craved that something that remained out of reach. How could she deny it when her body betrayed her?

"All you have to do is give in and I will give you the greatest pleasure of your life," his voice seduced.

It was on the tip of her tongue to do just that but the stubbornness that was engrained into her every cell replied instead. "Don't flatter yourself. I will never give in to you or anyone else."

He smiled, his fangs gleaming in the light. "Oh, but you will."

He pushed her back to the bed and slapped her ass. A feeling of emptiness assailed her as his cock slipped out of her. His hands parted her butt cheeks and she tried to scramble out of his grip but he grabbed her leg and pulled her back. His weight covered her and pushed her into the mattress. He swept her sweat damp hair aside and kissed her lips, his eyes mocking. She tried to bite him but he moved out of her reach, his finger dipping into her pussy only to appear a few centimeters higher.

She fought to throw him off but only managed to make his finger slide deeper into her anus. She bit her lip against her moan but the sound still escaped. Satisfaction made his eyes glow. Trepidation raced along spine that he, her enemy, witnessed her at the mercy of her body's desires. She tried to escape his grip again. "Stay still, my little vampire hunter, or I just might have to tie you down."

She threw a snarl in his direction. "Fuck you."

"All in good time, sweetheart."

She felt his touch at her pussy again and seconds later, the tight ring reluctantly gave way to his finger. He drew back and gathered more moisture from her pussy before plunging his finger's full length into her ass. The intrusion burned yet pleasure bloomed and wrapped around the sensation as her muscles fought to adjust. The feeling was overwhelming yet not nearly enough. She shook and wailed into the covers.

He forced himself back between her thighs and grinded his erection against her wetness. Her breath caught as he bumped her bud and she squirmed, trying to shove his cock back into her pussy. He evaded her small moves and slid a second finger into her. She bucked against the tight fit. His hand on her lower back held her still as he scissored his fingers, slowly thrusting.

"Relax," he said against her ear and added a third finger. Her body stretched more easily for him.

Within minutes he had her shamelessly begging for even more. Her hips followed as his fingers retreated. 

"Don't stop." The plea broke from her before she could stop it.

"Don't worry. I'm not done with you yet." He moved his hips higher and his wet cock pushed between the crease of her ass. He rose to his knees, pulling her hips off the bed. He positioned his cock at her rosette and pushed against her. Her hole strained around him, reluctantly giving way to his dance of stab and retreat.

"Oh Nick, I can't stand it," she cried out. Her body arched and her mouth opened on a muted cry at the pleasure/pain.

He broke past that last group of muscles and they both moaned. "Fuck, you're so tight."

He stroked his hips slowly and worked the rest of his length into her. Pushed balls deep, he held himself there for a minute. His hands roamed her frame, squeezing her breasts, shaping her hips, dipping into her pussy, as his lips teased her back and neck.

When he finally moved, nerves ending she did not know exist sang a song of excitement and anticipation. Slowly, he sank into her until her impatience had her squirming for a harder, deeper, faster contact. She reached around and her nails locked onto his ass. 

"More," she said, her voice sounding far too needy to belong to her.

Her demand got a reaction she hadn't expected though.

He stopped. 

She squirmed and looked back at him, her nails digging deeper into his skin. "What are you waiting for?"

His skin was drawn tight across his cheek bones. His fangs had grown even longer and his eyes now swirled with alternating shades of red. He looked bigger, badder, far more dangerous than she ever imagined. 

And damn, if that did not turn her on even more.

"You love it, don't you?" His voice rumbled deep in his throat, each word making her shiver, her pussy and ass clenching. "You love how my cock stretches that ass. Only this vampire can fuck you this way. Only Nick Claus. Say it and I'll give you what you want. What you need."

She shook her head. She'd already given this vampire more of herself than any of her other lovers. Why must he persist on demanding more? "Just fuck me, Nick. Please."

"Say it!" He slapped her ass, his fingers covering her mound. The sound echoed loudly in the following silence before her broken moan followed. He did it again, leaning over her. This pushed his cock harder against her and he slipped deeper when she didn't think it possible. His hand worked her clit furiously. 

She wanted to deny his declaration. She wanted to reclaim the calm indifference she had down to an art. But she needed to cum. The last of her resistance fell.

"Yes," she hissed. "God! Please let me cum."

"Again."

"Please, Nick. Fuck my ass with your vampire cock. I love it."

He withdrew only to return with a swift and merciless penetration. Her hand and head fell limply to the bed and she screamed, orgasm washing over her immediately. He withdrew and started a hard pace, his pelvis smacking against her ass and his scrotum slapping her pussy with every forward stroke. He pushed her face into the blankets and tapped her bud to the tempo of his cock, his other hand on her hip keep still for his rough sex even as she fought to get away, to get closer.

His fangs sunk in her shoulder just below the spider tattoo and he shot his load into her waiting orifice. The warmth of it threw her headfirst into another powerful orgasm and the quakes that assaulted her frame increased tenfold. Her pussy gushed liquid onto his hand and her ass sucked him deeper.

Nick shook against her and his growl was the last thing Sophie heard before she fell into the welcoming arms of unconsciousness.

****

Sophie opened her eyes and watched the shadows in the form of trees dance across the walls. A bird chirped outside and she knew it was afternoon without looking at the clock on the bedside table. Her body ached in the most delicious way and she was tempted not to move a muscle but her stomach protested and the gun on the dresser reminded her of her mission. She rolled over and confirmed what she already knew.




Santa and the Vampire Hunter



Nick Claus was gone.

There was a small wrapped box on the pillow where he should have been. Sitting up, she did not bother cover herself and picked up the present.

There was a card on the top. It read: It's been fun, my lusty vampire hunter. Until next Christmas. Same time? Same place?

Pulling the ribbon, she opened the box. Inside was a small Santa doll. She touched the toy and it tapped its pouched belly and released a high-pitched Ho Ho Ho, Merry Christmas!

She fell back onto the sheets with a small laugh. A smile teasing her lips, she traced the edges of the card, her blood buzzing.

The hunt for Santa just became much more interesting.



Santa Anonymous



There were two events going on in our family during December of 1961. One was getting ready for the Christmas holidays and the other was getting ready to move to a new house after New Years. These two events would come together for me in a way that was quite unexpected.

I was just about eleven years old, and like all kids, was looking forward to getting out of school for two weeks. Of course, having the holidays as the reason was the bonus. The anticipation of moving into a new three bedroom house and getting my very own bedroom was even a better reason to be excited. My younger brother, Eddie, and I had been sharing a bedroom for a quite a few years. Sharing a bedroom with a little brother wasn't a big deal when you're young, but Mom said that I was getting too old to share a room with my kid brother and, besides, I wanted a more grown up appearance to my room. I was ready to leave behind the cluttered toy infested look and trade it in for a vanity draped with chintz so I could put my new collection of hair brushes and toilet waters on it. That's not the kind of thing a girl wants to share with her kid brother.

It wasn't too big of deal when my mother suggested cleaning out our closets of any toys and clothes we had out grown. Since it was almost the time for us to be packing, Mom felt it was a great time to do some household cleaning. My mother was good at recycling even long before it was fashionable or politically correct. Old towels, bed sheets and blankets were to go to the mission; clothes that were still good but out grown were to go to The Salvation Army. Games and toys were always offered to the church for their annual rummage sale.

As I surveyed my five year collection of dolls, games, color books and the like, I discovered there wasn't much I wanted to save for the move. However, tucked under the hanging garments in my closet was a wooden toy crib and high chair that I had received from Santa the first year we moved to California. In the crib I also kept my Besty Westy doll I got that very same year. Even though I had not played with the likes of dolls in over a year, the attachment I felt for those three items was so ingrained, it didn't even cross my mind to consider them as possible donations. I prided myself in keeping my toys and things in good repair. I particularly look extra care with my wooden crib and high chair. Before and after each use, I meticulously polished the wood until it glowed which kept it in near new condition. I had pretty much stacked up the clothes that didn't fit me any more and was rearranging the show dolls I had decided to keep for my new bedroom when my mother poked her head into the room. 

"I'm taking a trip to The Salvation Army and the church this afternoon, so be sure to put anything you want to clean out of your closets in these boxes.," she said, putting two cardboard boxes on my bed.

In on of the boxes I put the stack of clothes I had already organized. The other box had the work "toys" printed on it. I put two games, an arm load of stuffed animals, a large stack of puzzles, a box of broken crayons and a big bag of marbles. I even put my large collection of paper dolls in a big envelope and added them to the pile.

My mother scanned the inside of my closet and then picked up the boxes to take them out to the station wagon. "I'll be back in about thirty minutes, Carol. Please watch your brother until I get home," she called to me.

Okay, Mom," I yelled. Eddie was in the living room watching his favorite afternoon cartoons. I was feeling pretty good about getting my room cleaned out and was already day dreaming about my new more grown up room.

After dinner and dish washing duties were finished, I retreated into my bedroom to watch our spare TV. An old scary Boris Karloff movie was on and no one in the living room wanted to watch it except me. I plopped myself down on my bed and started to get comfortable when my mother came into the room.

"I noticed you didn't pull out your baby crib and high chair, Carol" Mom said, "Were you planning to take them to the new house when we move?" My mother had a way of getting right to the heart of things. She peeked inside my closet and continued. "It's just that I haven't seen you and your friends play with these things in a very long time. I just thought you were done with them."

I guess I hadn't thought about it in those terms. "Gee, Mom, do you need to know right now?" I said, more thinking out loud. Besides, I was getting into my movie and didn't want to miss any of the good parts thinking about some old toys.

"Of course not, I just thought if you were really finished with them, I know two little girls just the right age who would enjoy them." She sat on the edge of my bed and continued, "You know, Don and Bonny Sharp's little girls, Babs and Linda. You think about it, Carol, and let me know."

My mom was always so practical. I knew that this was just a suggestion and there was no pressure to decide. She always let me come up with my own decisions when ever possible However, during the rest of the movie, all I thought about was the toy crib and high chair. I kept thinking that my mom was right, as my friends and I had not played with them in a very long time. It was more of a comfort to me having them tucked away in my closet. During the commercial breaks, I started again to visualize my new bedroom. I was pretty sure I was getting a vanity and a matching boudoir chair for Christmas. Mom already said I could have an extra bed in my room for sleep-overs and the small book case in the hallway was going into my room for my growing collection of Nancy Drew books. I just could not figure out where the doll crib and high chair would go except back into a closet. I guess my mother's suggestion seemed rational because with this deeper reflection, keeping those toys tucked away in another closet now seemed like a silly and impractical idea. After the movie was over and I was getting ready for bed, I told my mother that Babs and Linda could have my baby crib and high chair. However, I was going to keep my Betsy Wetsy for my doll collection. Once my mind was made up, I didn't think of the toy furniture again, nor did I notice when they magically disappeared from my closet days later.

The holidays, as usual, were festive and full of fun. Christmas Eve was always at our house, as small as it was, and on Christmas day we accepted invitations to share Christmas dinner with friends from out of town. This year we were going to Whittier to see the Miller family who had six kids. Rosemary Miller always had a traditional turkey dinner and Mom was bringing a pumpkin pie and her Christmas date nut bread. In a box, however, was a big frozen pan of my mother's home recipe lasagna, a bag of dinner rolls, two date nut breads, a pie and a bottle of wine with a bow on it.

What's all of this?" I asked as we were putting presents and food into the car. "I thought we were having turkey for dinner" I said, probably sounding a little confused.

"We are," Mom said, closing the hatch to the station wagon, "at the Miller's. These other things are for Don and Bonny Sharp. We're going to make a stop to see them on our way out of town.

I knew half the fun of Christmas day was visiting friends, exchanging gifts and wishing each other good tidings and such. I had never seen where the Sharps lived. I just heard they lived up on the hill with the fancy houses were. I imagined a grand reception oh a fine house and figured that mom's lasagna was an offering to a much larger well stock holiday buffet. WOW, I thought, two celebrations in one day. Now that's REALLY Christmas. And besides, now that I was thinking of it, I figured that it would be a good time for the Sharp's to thank me for giving them my very nice wooden crib and chair. The gratitude would be an added bonus.

We all piled into the Rambler in our holiday best and headed up the hill to the fancy part of town. I knew our family was moving up to a nicer neighborhood in a couple of weeks, but it wasn't going to be this nice, I thought, as my dad drove through streets with modern split levels and vintage California stuccos. The entire hillside neighborhood was decked out for the holidays with twinkling Christmas lights on roof lines and big inviting evergreen wreaths on every doorway. One house had a complete three dimensional nativity scene on the lawn. I was very impressed by the show of affluence. Dad pulled into the driveway of a stately old two story pink stucco house with weathered red Spanish tiles oh the roof and a large porch in front of the circular driveway lined with papas grass and palm trees. As we got out of the car, my dad too the box of food and my mother selected two wrapped presents with the names "Linda" and "Babs" on them. I started to walk to the big house when my mother told me I was going the wrong way. I turned around and saw my family walking to what looked to me like a garage. As I moved towards the smaller building, I could see what I thought looked like a window to a detached garage was, in fact, the window to a little cottage. Dad knocked on the door and Mr. Sharp answered. 

"Why, Merry Christmas, all of you!" said Mr. Sharp, "Come on in." We entered a sparsely furnished room. It had a small, thinly decorated Christmas tree in the corner. The decorations were obviously hand made. Mrs. Sharp was clearing off the remnants of their breakfast which looked like it had consisted of cold cereal. Mrs. Sharp hugged my mother and called her an angle as my father took the box of food into the kitchen. "Please stay for coffee" I heard her say to my parents as she unwrapped of the date nut breads. The grown ups chatted in the small dining area, as my brother found his way to the girl's bedroom. We could hear squeals from laughter and playing drifting down the hallway. Linda the six years old, came rushing from her room towards me and grabbed my hand.

"You wana see what Santa brought us?" she said, pulling me back down the hall to the tiny bedroom that belonged to both her and her sister. I followed her lead to another near empty room that had only a single bed and a small chest of drawers in it. The only new looking objects in the room were my old crib and high chair which were now sporting red bows dangling from the sides. The crib was filled with some stuffed toys that looked all too familiar and in the high chair was a new doll. The girls were jumping up and down will infectious glee. 

"See what Santa got us? See what Santa got us?" they both squealed, it was hard not to get caught up in the excitement as they showed me their new crib and high chair filled with toys.

It was at that moment I knew I had been indirectly promoted to Santa and suddenly I felt so much older than eleven years old. I knew my next comments would be critical to the two little girls' belief in Christmas. "Oh, Linda, how beautiful," I said as my hand ran across the shinny wood for the very last time. "Santa must think you're pretty special to bring you all of this." Linda's little face beamed as she showed my a few more small gifts she and her sister received. I wondered why my mother didn't prepare me for the role I was to play in their Christmas.

"What is Santa bring you, Carol?" said Linda. 

I though of my beautiful vanity with its circular mirror and fancy chintz covered chair and the mountain of other lovely gifts that came from my parents and friends. I felt so rich in comparison to the humble surroundings and yet the two little girls' joy over hand-me-down gifts could not be diminished by any standard. "Oh, Santa gave me every thing I needed," I said. And more than I realized I thought to myself while taking one more moment to observe the smiles on those cute little girls' faces.

I don't remember much about the rest of the day. I just know my whole perception of Christmas and what it all meant for me had changed. It was the first time I had a glimpse of what it was like to feel grown up and be entrusted with an important piece of Christmas magic. I had arrived self-centeredly with grand expectations of feasts, gratitude and sweeping thanks from a fancy neighborhood couple. Their humble life condition had awakened my appreciation to what I had so easily discarded without too much thought. And for an instant that moment melted into my memory as the time I became an anonymous Santa. I smiled to myself, feeling humbled, as I diverted my attention back to two little girls playing on that Christmas morning. 



Santa Baby



Richard started working as Santa at age 19. It seems like a young age, but no one else in the town would volunteer at the local mental institution. The job was fun, not only because he loved working with kids, but these children were special. Each one formed some magical attraction to the man in the red suit, no matter if they were three or thirty. Richard relished in the experience, but by the next Christmas the home had closed because the government couldn't afford it. The experience stuck with him and he decided to try the 'mall' Santa thing. 

Interviewing to be Santa, that was a weird experience. Here Richard sat, a 22 year old college student in a room full of jolly old fat guys that were probably fathers or grandfathers. Richard didn't think he had a shot at the job, but received a congratulatory call just a day later. Jerry, a fifty year old, and he were the two men for the job. Jerry would work all day Saturday and Sunday. Richard was the weekday Santa; four days a week, three hours a day. 

Samantha, Richard's beautiful and scrumptious little wife, was pleased with the news. She made fun of the fat rubber stomach that he purchased to add that 'bowl full of jelly.' Jerry had it naturally, but Richard had to purchase his. The day before Richard started, Samantha left for Poland. She was overseas for almost two weeks. Richard thought that would be hard for him so he spent his days studying and his afternoons at the mall. 

The kids were wonderful. Richard loved hearing their excitement as they relayed lists of toys, games, and dolls that he knew nothing about. Sitting upon the golden throne, crowds coming and going, and bringing joy to all makes you feel like you have the magic of Saint Nicholas. It was remarkable that Jerry and Richard looked so much alike when they were all dressed in the suit. The elves had trouble telling them apart which Jerry and Richard laughed about as often as the mix up occurred. Jerry truly was a jolly old chap.

The only problem in working with children is that you are exposed to every known cold, virus and the like. The day before Richard's wife returned to the States he got sick. It was the flu for sure. Jerry, the weekend Santa, was nice enough to take the Friday shift.

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Samantha attempted to surprise Richard by leaving Poland Friday instead of the original flight on Saturday. She took the red eye flight and arrived Friday before Richard's shift should have ended at the mall. She patiently waited at the back of the line to meet Santa.

"I believe you're next little girl," Santa said to the 22 year old woman, the only person left waiting to entertain an audience with the giver of gifts. 

"Well, hello Santa. Aren't you surprised to see me?" Samantha said to Santa, thinking it was Richard.

"Why yes, Santa's always happy to see you and have you sit on his lap," came Santa's standard response.

By this time Samantha's mind was dirty and her panties soaking wet. She sat on his lap and rested her head near his ear.

"Santa, do you think I've been good or bad this year," Samantha said while tracing her tongue along the lobe of Santa's ear.

Santa froze. Jerry wondered what the hell was going on. He wasn't sure who this woman was or what intentions she had.

"I'd have to check the lists again," came Santa's labored reply.

"Oh Santa, I know I've been a bad girl," Samantha whispered, "I'm thinking I'll get nothing for Christmas this year."

"You still have time to get on the nice list. It's almost two weeks until I climb into the sleigh."

"Two weeks doesn't give me very long then Santa," Samantha replied as she gently stroked the inside of Santa's rosy red thigh. 

"I'm sure you'll find some way," came Santa's annoyed response. This lady was definitely a pervert. In all the years that Jerry had played Santa, never had he been sexually advanced by anyone. The idea that Santa turned this lady on somehow even sickened Jerry, but nevertheless he was instantly aroused. It must have been the taboo nature of the whole thing that intrigued Jerry.

Samantha never heard the annoyed tone in Santa's voice. Instead she moved her hand over Santa's now bulging red suit and began to tease his inflamed cock head. 

"Do you like, Santa?" Samantha taunted.

A roaring of laughter erupted from the jolly good chap, "Ho, ho, ho. Santa does like."

"I'll be waiting in the sleigh. It'll be a fun ride to the North Pole I'm sure," Samantha said as she left Santa's lap and escaped to Santa's dressing room. 

Samantha, alone in the dressing room, disrobed and caressed her naked body eagerly awaiting Santa's decent from his throne. The elves were long gone, but Samantha did not care. After two weeks of being gone she was horny, and wanted, what she believed to be, her husband's member. There was insufficient lighting in the dressing room, but Samantha had always relished in the mystery of darkness. 

Santa entered still fully dressed and full of Christmas cheer evidenced by his bulge and wrinkle of his nose. 

"Don't move. I want to be nasty with Santa. Is that alright with you?" Samantha questioned.

"Yes" came the gruff voice of Santa.

Samantha reached out, caressing the bulge with one hand and running her other hand through the snow white beard.

"This is fucking incredible. I'm glad that you took this job." 

"I'm just spreading Christmas cheer," Santa offered merrily. 

Samantha dropped to her knees and fumbled with Santa's zipper. It was Samantha's idea that all of this should be done with his suit still on; it would add further to her enjoyment of the fantasy. Finally Santa's cock was free.

"It feels different than I remember. I guess the suit makes it appear smaller." Samantha offered before taking the cock into her mouth.

Different than she remembers? Jerry was sure that he didn't know this woman. The thought only lasted for a few seconds as Jerry began to enjoy the warmth of Samantha's mouth. Whether or not he knew this woman, she was skilled in giving head and Jerry wasn't about to do anything to interrupt her performance. 

"This is so dirty. I'm not sure what the attraction is, but I'm really fucking horny for you," Samantha was getting hornier by the second. An orgasm for her was in the immediate future.

"How would you like to fuck this naughty little girl, Santa?" Samantha now dripping was encouraging that glorious moment when she could have Santa orgasm inside of her. 

"Ho, ho, ho! That sounds delightful," Santa's eager reply.

"Fuck me doggie-style. Do me hard!" Samantha positioned herself over the back of a chair and braced for Santa's rigid member.

Santa entered Samantha's tight pussy with considerable force; however, not much of the cock actually went in because of the suit and Jerry's 'bowl full of jelly'. 

"Push deeper. I want to feel you completely inside of me," came Samantha's begging.

"I'm sorry. I can't do much more. It's this damn suit," Santa shot back.

Samantha began massaging her clit while Santa was penetrating her. This was not exactly the way Samantha's mind had conceived this fantasy, but a few minor adjustments were to be expected. Santa pumped furiously for less than a minute before shooting his load inside of Samantha. Needless to say, Samantha was rather disappointed.

"You must have been really worked up?" came Samantha's gentle response.

"Yes, it was a very arousing experience and I haven't had sex in a while," Santa tried to appeal his poor performance. 

"It's okay. The Christmas season has only begun," Samantha said trying to console Santa. He missed me while I was out of the country and he was really horny, Samantha rationalized. Samantha decided that she would seduce him when they got home. She was determined to fuck Santa's brains out tonight. Samantha dressed again while Santa was in the bathroom removing his garb.

Samantha, ever the mysterious one, left without speaking to Santa, but left the following handwritten note:

"I'll meet you back at the North Pole. I'm a kinky sort, but leave the reindeer on the roof." - Signed "All I want for Christmas"

Samantha drove home pondering the fact that she did not orgasm during the little tryst. She touched herself through her panties and considered her level of sexual frustration. Samantha resolved that as soon as she got home she would masturbate with her favorite toy, hopefully getting off at least once before Santa returned. 

Samantha opened her front door and instantly heard the television blaring. That is men for you, going to work and leaving the TV on, Samantha thought as she went to turn it off. As Samantha entered the living room, she saw her husband, Richard, stretched out on the sofa and surrounded by a large pile of used tissues. 

"Hey honey. What are you doing home today? I am so sick I had to skip work today. Jerry was nice about it though." Richard mumbled.



Santa Baby



Simply put, holiday shopping can drive a person insane. My wife and I had just concluded a day at the mall. We were stressed and in need of unwinding. Driving down the road we passed an all too familiar establishment, the Platinum Horse. It was an upscale gentleman’s club, known for its fine dining, spirits and of course a female revue that was its hallmark. We entered the establishment, found ourselves a table in a secluded corner, ordered our drinks and began taking in the sites. Several young scantly clad ladies paraded around the tables entertaining patrons. Surveying the establishment I soon realized that my wife was the only female patron in attendance. Several customers eyed her curiously, as if the had never seen a woman enter a strip club that was not employed there. 

Across the floor we spied a dancer dressed in a revealing Santa outfit. She was a cut above the rest. Classy and elegant, she looked innocent yet had a glare in her eye that told a different story. Adorning her long highlighted locks was a Santa hat. A matching top and g string graced her curves with a pair of white thigh high stockings. White leather boots and white garland trim completed the ensemble, as she made her way to the center stage. Her musical score began; ‘Santa Baby’ began to echo through the club as she sashayed to the brass pole.

I discreetly looked at my wife, who was intently watching every move Santa’s little helper made. Her eyes followed with the instinct of a predator watching its prey, every move, every touch my wife followed she danced. I knew the look my sexy bride had in her eyes. I had seen it all too often. I discreetly made my way to the side of the stage; fumbling through my pockets I produced a stipend for a moment of her time. She saw me approach and turned so her back was to me. Her arms moved to her front as she unclasped her top. In one seductive move she cast it aside and turned toward me. She leaned forward and brushed her hair against my neck, then smartly stood and turned so I could view her from all sides. She faced me once again and looked at me as if attempting to gain approval that was not needed. She kneeled in front of me and slowly slid a candy cane she had tucked into her stocking, and placed one end into her mouth. She placed her hands on my shoulders and drew me closer. I placed my mouth on the end of the confection and gently removed it from hers. She smiled and lifted up her garter as I placed her well earned tip with a slight clumsiness and tremble in my hand. As he moved closer and whispered “Merry Christmas” into my ear, I was able to smell the warm vanilla lotion she was wearing. I asked her if she would be kind enough to come by and dance for my wife who had been watching us intently. She looked at me with her fire blue eyes and with a slight nibble to her lip looked toward mate and nodded in agreement. The song ended as I reached our table and took my seat. I met my spouse’s eyes with my own and smiled. She knew instinctively what was about to happen. 

My wife stood about five foot three. With a sleek athletic build she was the envy of many women and the desire of many men. With eyes of emerald green and blonde hair, she had a demure look that I knew all to well. Soft 34 b breasts perfectly formed, graced her torso under a black sweater. Her jeans were tight and revealed the contour of her hips and heart shaped ass in such a way as to invite a second look. She was discreet, yet made no reservations about her bisexual desires. I had the best of both worlds. Not many men were in my position, yet all wished they were. Santa had arrived at our table.

“My name is Corrine.” She began as she held out her hand. “Anne. Pleased to meet you.” My lady responded as she gently took her hand. She then turned her focus toward me and offered her hand as I said “I am Chris.” Corrine took a seat close to my spouse. 

They began to chat in earnest as women who appreciate the female body often do. They gave each other compliments and kept there eyes focused on each other. As a new song ensued Corrine escorted Anne to a nearby couch. She took her seat as Corrine began to straddle her. She brushed her body close to my wife’s. Our naughty little Santa began by taking off her crimson red top and pressing her breasts into my wife’s chest. Anne’s hips began to move in rhythm with Corrine’s as the music became louder. It was a sight to behold. Corrine was a dancer who knew how to please. Her body was created, it seamed, for that purpose. From my vantage point I watched her perfectly formed ass ride up and down against my wife’s body. She slowly stood and removed another candy cane from her stocking. She placed it in her mouth as she knelt in front of Anne spied her every move as if hypnotized. Corrine placed the peppermint stick in her mouth and rubbed it along the length of my wife’s thigh. She slowly moved upward twirling the confection as it began to rest on my wife’s pussy. My wife kept her eyes closed partially as she reveled in delight. Deliberately, Corrine then took my wife’s sweater and lifted it upwards. I had not expected this as she blatantly exposed my wife’s breasts. Her hands found each breast as my wife arched her back in delight. Anne raised her hands as well and returned the favor as she caressed Santa Baby’s breasts. Slowly she stood and faced toward me and looking though me as if in a trance rubbed her ass into my wife’s crotch. Anne began to run her hands along the length of her starting at the thigh and moving upward along each cheek. Corrine’s eyes fluttered as she bit her lip in a sign of approval. Although I could not see clearly from my vantage point I knew my spouse was rubbing her clit through her thong. I felt my self growing harder by the moment. I squirmed in my seat becoming uncomfortable as my cock ached. 

The song slowly died out. Corrine and Anne turned in such a manner that Santa was now sitting on my wife’s lap, whispering into her ear. This continued uninterrupted for what seemed a small eternity. I was not privy to the conversation. The music in the background made it virtually impossible to hear. Then quite abruptly Corrine stood kissed my wife on the cheek and walked away. Anne then stood and told me that we needed to leave. I was taken aback. I had no idea what was going on. We donned our coats and proceeded home. The car was eerily silent, during the short ride; Anne only smiled softly as I looked at her. We entered the house and I finally asked what was going on. She kept smiling, and only replied “you will see.” 

As I was placing the purchases we had made away I heard the doorbell ring, then the door open and shut. Several moments later I entered the living room to find a fire roaring in the fireplace. The Christmas tree lit and candles burning. I smiled knowing that that dance had really gotten to her and now I was going to reap a well deserved benefit. My wife was lying on the floor over a large blanket. She looked at me and then though me, as if I had been only in the way. I turned only to see an all too familiar face…Corrine’s. 

I looked back quickly at my wife in disbelief. She was grinning ear to ear. I glanced back at Corrine, who was also smiling with the same candor as my wife. “Honey” she said, “meet Corrine. We have known each other for a little while now.” Corrine walked into the room, removed her leather coat and lay next to Anne. 

“Hi” was the only thing that came out of my mouth. I was dumbfounded. 

“Do you remember the ad I placed on the net awhile ago? Cory and I met through that. We had this planned for a few days, and wanted it to be a surprise!” 

My mouth was ajar. Nothing came out. Nothing had to. Soon both of these ladies began where they left off only a short time before. Anne’s hand slowly caressed Corrine’s ass as she nibbled gently on her shoulder. They faced each other and began to kiss. I could see their tongues mix and dance in the dim Christmas lights. It was a sight not all unfamiliar to me. Never a single female though. Our fantasies had manifested with a few select couples but never just three. I sat near them and felt my cock harden. 

Corrine had on the same outfit we had just seen her in only a short time before. My wife had slipped out outfit only to reveal a black g string. She moved her way down Corrine’s exquisite body licking and kissing as she went. She arrived at her navel and ran her tongue along its borders. She moved her g string to the side and brushed her lips along the length of Corrine’s swollen clit. Slowly and passionately Anne pressed her tongue into Corrine’s wet pussy. A soft moan parted her lips as she began to rock her hips in time with Anne’s advances. Her back began to arch as she neared her first climax. She pulled apart he top and in one motion pressed her breast together. Corrine began to breath faster. Short quick panting breaths parted from her open mouth. My wife continued to lick and finger her pussy. Each moment passed brought Corrine closer to orgasm, until she gasped and screamed “Oh fuck yeah!” she rocked her pussy against my wife’s mouth shooting a small stream of cum from her lips. 

I was dying. No I was beyond that. I undressed. My cock was aching, but I wasn’t about to interrupt Anne. Instead I kneeled behind and began to finger her already soaking wet pussy. She moved up on her knees continuing to suck and lick Corrine. Anne came quickly as I rubbed her clit. She begged me to fuck her.

I arose and pushed my cock deep into her as she moaned again. I began to slide in and out keeping time with her hip thrusts. Corrine, sat up slightly propped on her elbows, and began to watch. Anne’s moans became louder. She began pushing back into me, thrusting her hips to meet my tempo. Corrine repositioned herself underneath my wife and began clicking her clit as I pounded harder and harder. I felt her tongue brush up against my cock, which sent chills up my spine. Anne reared her head back and gasped as she came. I slumped forward as we all broke out into a spontaneous laugh.

We sat for a moment catching our breath. Anne and Corrine continued to kiss and touch each other whispering softly. They knew that my attention was focused on them. Anne looked over and asked if I wanted to tease and fuck Corrine, who was staring into my eyes. They both knew the answer. 

I moved over toward the little vixen and kissed her sucking her bottom lip into my mouth. She turned and lay on her stomach pushing her ass upwards inviting me by wiggling her ass back and forth. I placed my mouth fully over her pussy and lightly kissing her pulled her hips backward, pressing her fully into me. Anne inched slowly downward and began sucking on my throbbing cock. She began to stroke and suck slowly at first and increased her tempo. I moaned letting my breath exhale on Corrine’s pink wet snatch. 

I began to run my tongue upward along her ass, riding the curves to the cleft and back down again. I placed my finger into her as I continued to lick her swelling clit. Her pussy squeezed tightly around my finger as she began to rock her hips back and forth. Anne continued sucking my cock and intermittently jacked my cock harder and harder. As she did this I began to instinctively finger and lick Corrine faster and harder. She pumped her hips quickly in a rounding motion, pressing her pelvis deeply. The contractions and spasms of her hole became regular and rhythmic. She arched her back and screamed gripping the blanket underneath us. She pulled herself away but I grabbed onto her to pull her back. She spun around and grabbed me by the shoulders. Anne released me and turned to watch Cory laid me onto my back. She straddled me and made sure I saw her spread he lips open as she slid her pussy downward…slowly onto my cock. 

She rocked her hips back and forth as we both enjoyed this new sensation. She placed her hands on my chest and lightly dug her nails into my flesh. Anne was now watching as I had done before, seemingly enjoying the show that was unfolding in front of her. Corrine began to raise her hips upward and downward allowing her pussy to slide up and down the shaft of my cock. Her mouth opened slightly allowing a soft moan to escape. I maneuvered my hand around her back and caressed and squeezed her ass. She leaned forward and began to thrust faster and harder. Her soft moans became louder as I felt her pussy spasm. I leaned her ass forward pulling her into me and spreading her ass cheeks began to thrust furiously. Corrine’s moans reached a crescendo and then ebbed down to a light sigh. She slumped forward and gently kissed me. Looking into my eyes her and Anne simultaneously said “time for you to cum!”

She slowly slid her pussy upward and off of my cock tightening herself as she went. A wave of pressure built up deep with in me. She had me so very close to cumming. She grasped my cock and began stroking it furiously. I gasped. Anne leaned over me with Corrine next to her smiling with their mouths opened flicking the head of my cock as they did so. The mere sight and sensation of this vision put me over the edge. A small shot of cum flew up and found its mark in Anne’s mouth. Corrine pumped my cock harder and faster as I began to cum. Larger shots of cum landed on both of these two as they showed no mercy jacking me off for what seemed like an eternity but only a fraction of time. As my body began to relax, Anne and Corrine snuggled up close to me as we lay there in the glow of the fire and Christmas lights. “Merry Christmas!” they whispered in my ear, nibbling as they went. 

Some guys dream the dream; I on the other hand got to live it. Merry Christmas to all and to all a great life!



Santa Baby



"Dear Santa," the letter read. "Your latest interview on CNN prompted me to write to you. 

"First of all, I wanted to say that I was sorry to hear that Mrs. Claus ran off with a young man she met on the internet. Having lived up north, I can appreciate how inviting the glimmering beaches of Rio would be to Mrs. Claus.

Secondly, I wanted to congratulate you on the great idea of retiring the reindeer and making your Christmas Eve run on a Harley with a sidecar.

The new look you have adapted to go with the bike is so "HOT". The goatee is so attractive on you and makes you look very sexy, not at all like the "merry old elf" of tradition. Your hair tied back in a ponytail is also very cool.

That low carb diet you were on has done wonders. You look so tall and trim in your new black riding leathers. You are now one very sexy looking dude, Santa.

Santa, let me confess I've had a crush on you since I was seven. You were visiting the good little boys and girls in the Silverman's Department Store.

After seeing your recent interview, I must confess to having some seriously adult fantasies about you, centered around your visiting me early Christmas morning in just your black leather riding chaps.

Yes Santa, I have been good. And in addition, (lewd wink) I am very, very good!

All I want for Christmas is some "hot Santa sex.".

She awakened early Christmas morning to the unique sound of a Harley engine idling then shutting down in the nearby parking area. She was at the door waiting when the door opened.

He was taller and much broader shouldered than she remembered. He filled the doorway as he entered her apartment and closed the door behind him.

"Ho, Ho, Ho, Merry Christmas," he said. "So you're good eh? Well in that case come to Santa, Baby."

Santa looked over her full, deep breasts, barely contained in the low cut, black nightgown and gathered her close in a hug. He laughed and said, "Here I am Baby, just what your Christmas letter ordered."

She licked a snowflake off his moustache and giggled in delight as he cupped her face in his hands, looked deeply into her eyes and kissed her, his tongue hot and searching.

She returned his kisses, sensually licking his upper lip, nibbling teasingly on his lower lip and slipping her hot tongue into his sweet, candy-cane tasting mouth. Their tongues found each other and twirled and danced together.

When at last their lips parted, they were dizzy and light-headed. "Oh Santa, please forgive my manners," she said in a husky, slightly breathless voice. "Please come on in and let me take your jacket." 

"Just give me a minute Baby. I need to use the facilities. It was a bit too cold just to wear the riding chaps like you asked." He stroked the top of her thigh before making his way down the hall in the direction she pointed.

She was standing in the soft light of her bedside boudoir lamp, bent over, lighting a scented candle when he returned. "Oh Baby, what a fine view. Your sweet heart-shaped ass peeking out of that luscious black lace, showing just a tease of your pretty pussy."

She laughed softly and turned to look at him. He had the beginnings of a lovely hardon rising from between his leather chap clad legs. "You offer a pretty fine view yourself Santa," He had left a black button up thermal shirt on but open, revealing a broad and well muscled chest. She moved closer and rubbed her face in the soft, silvery hair that covered it. The hot tip of his rather large cock pressed against her belly.

"Merry Christmas Baby." He whispered as he gently turned her around to face away from him. He reached between her legs and stroked his hand up her steamy slit.

"Oh Baby, you want Santa , don't you? Santa can tell." He drew his hand up to his mouth and licked her hot, musky juice from his fingers. "You taste so sweet Baby. Here, come to Santa." 

He positioned her on her hands and knees on the bed, her behind in the air, her dripping pussy almost off the end of the bed while he knelt behind her on the floor. He gently grasped the globes of her behind and brought his head up towards her glistening sex. Her womanly scent was intoxicating. He could feel her heat before his tongue touched her.

She shivered in anticipation of the touch of his tongue on her clit. First she felt his warm breath, then the tickle of his goatee. "Oh yes Santa." She moaned as his tongue slowly and determinedly licked up the edge of her lips to her clit. She shivered then trembled under his touch oblivious to all but the sensations he was creating in her. Her body arched and relaxed as the pulsing that began in her center made its way outward.

She looked over her shoulder at him. "Fuck me with that fine cock of yours, Santa."

He stood up behind her. His erection was as full and hard as he could ever remember it being. She shifted her position a bit, he stepped forward and thrust into her. Her entrance was tight. Once in, it felt like heated liquid silk as her still pulsing flesh gave way and surrounded him. He caught his breath. It felt like he was going to explode right now. "Okay big fella," he said to himself. "You gotta slow this down a bit....distract yourself from how good it feels. Oh my God, it feels so good. Okay now, take a deep breath and count off the reindeer. On Dasher, on Dancer, on Comet, on Blitzen....okay...under control...."

Slowly he began to move within her. His cock felt like it was sheathed in quicksilver, liquid and shimmering around the shape of him as he went to the depth of her. Then slowly, exquisitely, he withdrew his throbbing rod until only the head remained buried in the soft, ripeness of her labia lips.

Deep breath...count off a few more reindeer.....then slide back into her molten center. She squirmed and twisted around him as he entered her, creating sensations in him that threatened to overwhelm him and put him way beyond the help of reindeer naming.

"Oh Santa," she moaned breathlessly. It feels so good when you fuck me like that.....but faster." With every thrust, the base of his cock rubbed against her swollen clit. She'd been holding back cause it just felt so damn good, but now she needed him to move faster. She was on the edge, the faster rhythm and the feel of his balls slapping against her ass tipped her over. 

He heard her cry out his name, felt the ripples of her orgasm roll over and around his cock. He quit chanting reindeer names in his head, grasped her hips and pushed as deep as he could into her throbbing flesh. He felt the heat run from his balls up the length of his shaft. He felt his cum filling it to overflowing. "HO, HO, HO," he cried out as he exploded again and again.

She leaned against Santa as they reclined in her bed, drinking milk and nibbling Christmas cookies.

Her fingers strayed to his resting cock. "May I?" she asked. "Certainly Baby," he replied. It excited her to know that he was watching.. She moved downward and with her head in his lap began to lick him like an ice cream cone, her tongue enjoying the taste and the texture of his manhood. Licking around the rim of the head, she felt the shaft shiver and stiffen as it began to awaken.

She wrapped her lips around him and slowly sucked his manhood into her mouth. The feel of a cock awakening, moving, and hardening in her mouth was so arousing to her. 

She felt her juices begin to slide down her insides. 

Santa adjusted himself on the pillows so he could watch her go down on him. His eyes got big as he watched her take him into her mouth. He could feel it swelling in the hot velvety dampness of her mouth. He had to admit, she sure knew where to lick and suck to arouse him. "Geeze, there she was at that sensitive spot on the underside of his cock, teasing at it with her tongue. She was real liable to have him back counting and naming those damn reindeer again." He thought, smiling. He'd never had his cock taken from flaccid to rock hard in moments with just oral manipulation. For an old guy, several centuries old, this was no small feat such a short time after their earlier, rather lively sexual activity. "Ho, Ho, Ho, he chuckled to himself.

"Oh my God, what did she just do?" It was the most erotic sensation he had ever felt. It almost took his breath away. Then she did it again. His toes curled and he sighed in pleasure....."On Comet, on Cupid, on Donder, and Vixen.........."

He stroked her back, playfully ran his fingers between her legs while she was sucking him. He stopped, surprised. She was dripping wet. 

"Oh little girl" He teased. " Wanna come up here and sit on Santa's lap?" 

He adjusted himself on the pillows and drew her up towards him. The black gown rustled softly as he slipped it over her head.

"Climb onto my lap." She responded by straddling his hips and lowering herself down onto the tip of his hot, throbbing cock. "Ride my candy cane Baby. Santa's got some eye candy here that he's gonna nibble on" He buried his face in the soft, warmth of her breasts suckling first one then the other. 

She started slowly, rising up off of him and then sliding back down, adding a slight forward motion to it when she came down, which rubbed her clit against the base of his cock. From time to time she would lean back, allowing him to thrust to the deepest center of her. Then she would lean forward again so he could caress and suck and lick her nipples again. 

"On Dancer, on Prancer,...oh fuck the reindeer, Santa's cumming Baby." He grasped her hips and pulled her hard onto him as he thrust up into her....she felt the heat as he flooded her center with his essence. "Ho, Ho, Ho, he cried out as he came...Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night." 



Santa Baby



Just a few more presents to wrap, then she'd be done. Susanna looked at the clock. Stifling a yawn, she realized it was past 11:00. Well, she thought, it wouldn't hurt to take a little break. 

Of all the rotten luck, her husband was working night shift, so she was stuck by herself on Christmas Eve. She had ordered pizza, taken a hot bath, and slipped on her comfy bathrobe. Now she was wishing she'd wrapped all these presents earlier. Yawning again, she curled up on the couch with her favorite quilt and flipped on the TV. 

She must have been sleepier than she thought because the sound of the clock chiming 12 woke her up. Rubbing her eyes, she began to sit up when she heard a low chuckle. 

Her eyes flew open and she saw a figure sitting in the chair near the Christmas tree. Susanna opened her mouth to scream but the shadowed figure said, "Ssshhhhh." He stood up and walked slowly toward the couch. 

Susanna still couldn't see his face very clearly. The only lights in the room were from the TV and the Christmas tree. As he got closer, she scrambled to the other side of the couch. 

"Take whatever you want," she said, "The TV, the stereo, my money, I don't care. Just leave me alone." 

He edged closer and chuckled again. "I don't want any of those things," he murmured. 

"Then what did you come here for?" Susanna asked, terrified of what he'd say. 

Raising his voice to a normal level, he answered, "Don't you know, Honey? I came for you."

Her heart nearly stopped as soon as she recognized Anthony's voice. She slowly stood up and faced him. He stood still, gazing at her intently. She moved slowly toward him, trying to see his face. "Is that really you?" she whispered, clutching her robe around her. She was suddenly feeling very vulnerable. 

"You tell me," he said. He held out his hand to her and she looked at it a moment, hesitating. Again she looked to his face and felt a chill at the intensity of his gaze.

She had met Anthony online a few months earlier in an adult chat room, and they'd had the most amazing cyber sex. They'd chatted using a mic several times, so his voice was familiar to her. In fact, they'd shared some very intimate encounters, and now here he was, standing in her living room!

At last she reached out and let him grasp her fingers. He immediately pulled her to him and wrapped his arms around her. She melted into him and breathed in his scent. "Oh my God," she whispered against his chest, "Oh my God." 

He tipped her chin up so she was facing him. "Do you have a kiss for Santa?" he asked. 

"I don't have any mistletoe," she answered with a nervous giggle. 

He reached in his pocket and said, "Well you're lucky Santa comes prepared," as he pulled out a sprig of mistletoe. He held it over their heads and lowered his face to hers. Kissing her softly, she leaned into him. 

She slid her hands inside his shirt and felt his warm skin. With a soft groan, he slid his tongue into her mouth, deepening the kiss.

"If I'd known you were coming, Santa," Susanna whispered against his mouth, "I would have worn something more appropriate." 

He chuckled and said, "I think you're dressed just fine, little girl." She blushed and he smiled. "So tell me, Susanna, have you been naughty or nice?" 

She giggled in response and said, "Well, I'm in the mood to be a little naughty tonight."

He slid his hands around her waist, pulling her toward him. He kissed her deeply, their tongues sliding over each other and leaving them gasping for air. Anthony untied the sash and opened her robe. Her nipples hardened as the cool air hit them. She trembled at his touch.

"I think you've been a naughty little girl," he said. 

Susanna peeked up at him from under her eyelashes and said, "Is there any way I can get back on your 'nice' list?" 

"I might be able to think of something," he replied, unbuttoning his shirt so she could slip her hands inside. Susanna kissed his throat and caressed his warm skin. He slipped off the shirt and pulled her close.

"That's good," he said, "but you're going to have to try a lot harder to get on MY 'nice' list." Anthony unbuckled his belt. 

Taking his lead, Susanna said, "Let me do that for you, Santa." She opened his fly and slid her hand in to stroke his hard cock. Anthony felt himself being pushed backward until he was forced to sit on the couch. 

She knelt between his knees and took his cock in her mouth. Her aggressiveness and the warmth of her mouth nearly made him cum instantly. 

She ran her tongue up and down the length of him and he laid his head back and groaned. She took him in her mouth, slowly, until the tip touched the back of her throat. 

Teasing him with her tongue, she moved her mouth slowly up and down, lightly grazing him with her teeth. He opened his eyes and looked down at her. "Do you want me to finish?" she whispered.

"No. I want you to sit on Santa's lap," he told her. She stood up and her robe fell open, revealing her bare breasts and lack of panties. With a low growl, he said, "Now turn around," and she obeyed. 

Anthony grabbed her hips and pulled her closer so he could reach around to rub her clit and she moaned softly. "Why don't you come sit on Santa's lap, little girl," he said. Susanna let herself be guided onto his lap so that her ass was rubbing against his hard cock. 

Then he began stroking her wet pussy and nibbling at the soft nape of her neck. Susanna started squirming, wanting more. Without warning he shoved two fingers into her as far as they would go. She let out a little gasp, then relaxed into it and started moving herself up and down on his fingers. 

She was going crazy, rubbing her ass against his cock and bucking her hips with his movements.

Unable to stand it, she tried to get up so that she could let him enter her, but he wouldn't let her. Instead, he pushed her onto the floor on all fours. 

"Not so fast, you naughty little girl. You're not getting off that easy." He slapped her ass hard. She cried out, but didn't make any move to get up or move away from him. 

Gazing at her bare ass and the delicate tattoo on her lower back, Anthony couldn't hold back any longer, and plunged deep inside her. She cried out again, and moaned as he started thrusting into her. "You like it like that, don't you, naughty girl?"

"Oh, God, yes. Fuck me." Panting and moaning, Susanna shuddered underneath him as she came. He teased her nipples until she was squirming and moaning, but he kept at it until he felt her tighten again. 

Another slap to her ass sent her over the edge again, and he let her slide off him and to the floor, where she lay panting.

Anthony sat back on the couch and pulled Susanna up to him. With her robe hanging off her shoulders, she climbed onto his lap. "Can I tell Santa what I want now?" she said with a sexy smile. 

He smiled in response, his hard cock pressed against her. She lifted herself up, then came down on him slowly, lowering herself down until he was buried in her. "All I want for Christmas," she purred, leaning in for a kiss, "is you." 

"Oh God," he groaned, "Yes, yes." 

Susanna began moaning and thrusting her hips into him. Anthony took her nipple in his mouth and grabbed her ass, forcing her down on him even harder. "Oooohh, God," she moaned, grinding into him. 

Licking his finger, he reached around and began rubbing her ass, and stuck in one finger. She gasped, then relaxed. Slowly he worked the finger in and out as she warmed up to it. 

When she felt ready, he let another finger slide inside. She didn't protest at all, and Anthony was getting hot thinking about what he planned to do next. 

"Turn around," he told her, and she went back to all fours, presenting him with her ass. He rubbed her again, feeling her relax and open up to him. He put the tip of his cock up to it and rubbed a bit, waiting to see if she would say no. She didn't, and he pushed until the head of his cock disappeared inside her. 

Susanna shuddered, instinctively clamping down on it. He groaned, ready to cum already. Then she relaxed again, and he slid in, a half inch at a time, until he was fully buried in her ass. Taking his time, he worked himself back out, then in again. At last he was able thrust in and out without fear of hurting her. 

Susanna was so turned on she was gasping and moaning. "Good girl," he murmured, stroking her back, "You gonna cum for me again, Honey?" 

Anthony began to thrust faster, and soon Susanna felt another orgasm wash over her. Her ass tightened up, and it was just too much for him. He came hard, groaning and pulling her to him.

He withdrew from her and they climbed onto the couch, pulling the quilt over themselves as he spooned up behind her. He laced his fingers with hers and brushed the hair away from her neck, kissing her softly. "My precious," he whispered in her ear, "My good girl."

"Mmmmm," Susanna sighed sleepily, "I had no idea Santa was so naughty." 

Anthony chuckled and pulled her against him, "But wasn't it nice?" 

"'Nice' isn't quite the word I'd use, but it'll do," she whispered, and drifted off to sleep.

---

"Did you spend the whole night on the couch?" Startled at the sound of her husband's voice, Susanna shot up. Looking around frantically, she was relieved to see no sign of Anthony. 

"Um, yeah, I guess I did," she mumbled. She looked down and realized she was neatly tied back into her robe, completely respectable. Was it a dream? It couldn't have been, could it? Her husband went upstairs to change out of his work clothes, and Susanna got up, still somewhat disoriented. 

The more she thought about it, the more she knew it couldn't have been real. After all, how could he have gotten into her house in the first place? 

"Wow," she thought, "What a delicious dream!" She picked up the quilt to fold it up and put it away when something fell out. Reaching down, she picked it up, and her hand trembled as she looked at a crumpled sprig of mistletoe with a note tied to it. "Merry Christmas, Baby," it read. 

Susanna sighed and smiled to herself, slipping the mistletoe and the note into the pocket of her robe. "Merry Christmas indeed."



Santa Baby



Jackson McCullough was hot in his blue Santa suit, and his beard was scratchy. It was his duty, however, to play Santa at the company's annual Christmas party. He would have liked to skip the whole thing this year, but it was his company after all. 

So Jack sat with a trickle of sweat running down the side of his face and six-year-old Nicholas Kazinski in his lap. Nicholas squinted at Jack's fake beard, trying to see where it was attached. 

"You been a good boy this year, Nicky?" Jack asked.

"Yeah. Your voice sounds familiar," said Nicholas, his eyebrows knitting as he continued to stare at the beard.

Precocious child, Jack thought. Instead of answering, he decided to evade. 

"Do you think I've got something in my sack for you, buddy?"

It worked. Nicholas's eyes were diverted to the large, blue velvet sack that Jack's wife, Margaret, had sewn years ago. Jack shuffled through the contents of the bag, and after some speculative looks at Nicholas, pulled out a square package wrapped in candy-striped paper and sporting a big green bow. 

"What does this one say?" he asked.

Nicholas grabbed the package and studied the tag. 

"To Nicholas, from Santa," he said, grinning. 

Jack grinned too. "Merry Christmas, bud." 

Nicholas slid off his lap and shouted, "Thanks, Uncle Jack," as he shot off across the room to open his gift with the other children. 

Jack sighed. He was wondering how much longer he would have to stick around, when Kaylee Kazinski, Nicky's older sister, sidled up to him.

"I'm not sitting on your lap, Uncle Jack," she said. "I'm too old."

"Uncle Jack?" Jack feigned surprise.

"Yeah, I know it's you," Kaylee grinned, leaning against his knee.

"I see," said Jack. "But you want a present anyway?" 

Kaylee giggled. "Yep."

"Well, I'm sorry, young lady. If you want your present, you gotta sit on Santa's lap."

"No, I don't." Kaylee countered. 

"Oh, yes you do, Miss Kaylee," Jack said. "Furthermore, now you have to give me a hug too." 

Kaylee made a grab for the sack, catching the drawstring in her hands.

"Come on. Gimme my present!" 

She pulled hard on the gold draw cord, as Jack held onto the bag. The cord gave way with a sudden snap, causing Kaylee to stumble backward and nearly fall on her behind. She held the broken end in her hand with a stunned look on her face.

"Oh, no!" she cried. "I'm so sorry, Uncle Jack. I didn't mean to break it."

"Oh, Kaylee!" 

Suzanne, Kaylee and Nicky's mother and Jack's office manager, had approached just as the cord broke. 

Kaylee's eyes filled with tears, and she buried her face against her mother.

"It's okay, honey," Jack said in a soothing voice. 

It wasn't, of course. This was Maggie's bag, and the cord had snapped, just as the cord connecting her to Jack had snapped two years ago when she had died unexpectedly. The loss had created a huge hole in Jack's life that he had been unable to fill. For the first time, he was glad for his fake beard because he thought perhaps it hid his despair. 

Jack reached out to pat the little girl's back and smooth her fair hair.

"Kay, it's a very old bag. It wasn't your fault," he murmured. "But now you really have to give me a hug." 

Kaylee lifted her head and peeked sideways at Jack. 

"And give me a kiss." 

Kaylee giggled as Jack grabbed her in a bear hug. Then, reaching inside his sack once more, he extracted a box similar to the one he had given Nicholas and presented it to her. However, before she could reach for it, he snatched it away.

"Kiss," he demanded, leaning his cheek toward the girl. 

Kaylee wrapped her arms around Jack's neck and gave him a long, loud, exaggerated kiss, and Jack handed her the gift. 

"Thanks, Uncle Jack," she said and ran off to join her brother. 

Memories rushed back as Jack examined the broken cord on his bag. He remembered how he had balked at the blue bag and matching Santa suit.

"What kind of Santa wears a blue suit?" he had asked. 

"It's the perfect color for you, honey. You know I love you in blue," young Maggie had said all those years ago. "It matches those sexy eyes of yours." 

It was her favorite color and, coincidentally, the same shade as Jackson Staffing's logo, so he had relented. Margaret had loved the holidays, and she loved these parties. She had always ensured that everyone in attendance received a gift from that sack. 

"Do big girls get to sit on your lap too, Santa, or just the little ones?" Suzanne asked. 

Jack had almost forgotten she was standing there. He held his arms open, and Suzanne settled herself on his lap and pressed her lips to his cheek. 

"I'm sorry about your sack," she said. 

"Eh, don't worry about it. I'm sure it can be fixed." But Maggie wasn't there to fix it, he thought. She wasn't there to fix anything. "So, what do you want for Christmas this year, Suzy Q?" 

Suzanne looked good, Jack thought. Her red dress hugged her curves, and the V-neckline showed a bit of cleavage. Her cheeks were bright pink, and her eyes twinkled. 

"Well, Santa," Suzanne said sighing, "I don't know if I'm ready to tell you what I want."

Jack laughed. "Why not?"

"Oh, maybe a little later." She regarded him seriously. "Thanks for Nicky and Kaylee's gifts, though." 

"Sure. You look great, honey. Got a hot date later?" 

"Maybe," she said with a wicked grin. 

"Oh, really? Well, good for you." 

Suzanne showed no sign of rousing herself from his lap, so Jack reached for his sack and extracted an envelope with her name on the front and handed it to her. 

"Merry Christmas, sugar," he said. 

Suzanne tore the envelope open and peeked inside. 

"Oh, damn, Jack. You're always doing stuff like this." She hugged him tight and whispered into his ear. "It's too much." 

He wrapped both arms around her holding her just as tight, and said, "You deserve it, Suzanne. I don't know what I'd have done without you since Maggie..." 

"Jack." She kissed his cheek again. "Thank you so much." 

She leaned back, and Jack saw tears in her eyes. She kissed his cheek once more, and then stood and walked away. Jack watched her walk, admiring her plump ass and shapely calves in the high-heeled black pumps. Yep, she looked good. Whoever she was going out with later was a lucky guy, indeed. 

For the next hour Jack concentrated on passing out the rest of his gifts. When he was finished, he stood by the bar and had a drink with his good friend and accountant, Bill Ritter. Bill and his wife, Patty, had been trying unsuccessfully to fix Jack up with single ladies of their acquaintance lately. They'd been campaigning to get him to attend their annual Christmas Eve open house for weeks. No doubt they had some buxom widow or divorcee from their church or Patty's card club to parade for Jack's approval. 

"So, are you stopping by the house tomorrow night?" Bill asked. 

"Uh, I'm not sure." 

"Well," Bill said, "I wish you would. I don't like the idea of you being alone on Christmas Eve." 

"The kids will probably stop by or something," said Jack. 

It was a lie. Both of his children were out of town for the holidays. It was just as well, Jack thought. Last Christmas had been morose without Maggie. This year, Jack, Jr. and his young wife were spending the holidays with thes in Vermont. Becky, a senior in college, had stayed on campus and would be spending Christmas with a friend. 

Bill Ritter's long face with the drooping jowls looked even more mournful than usual. "Well, alright, but if you change..." 

He never got to finish because just then loud music blasted from the karaoke machine in the corner, and a couple of the office girls began to sing "Blue Christmas." Jack looked at Bill and rolled his eyes and moved on to another group of people. He was tired of making excuses and glad to be spared the necessity of making more. 

The singing went on for quite a while. The booze was flowing freely, and everyone was feeling particularly courageous and festive. It seemed very loud to Jack, and he helped himself to another scotch on the rocks. He told himself it was for medicinal purposes, as his head had begun to pound, when his secretary, Marla Doogan, took to the stage with her rendition of the Carpenters' "Merry Christmas, Darling." 

"Logs on the fire fill me with desire to see you a-a-and to say that I wish you Me-er-ry Christmas. Happy New Year too," Marla sang in her high, reedy voice.

Karen Carpenter must be rolling in her grave, thought Jack. It really was awful. Marla finished with a flourish and bowed, her too-tight skirt scooting up her chubby, pantyhose-clad legs. Jack was embarrassed for her. She was a nice lady. 

Then, to his horror, Jack saw Suzanne taking the mic from Marla. 

"Hey, everybody." Suzanne's voice echoed through the room. "This next one I'd like to dedicate to our very own Santa, Mr. Jack McCullough." 

Suzanne pointed to Jack, and everyone cheered. Jack's face flamed as the music started, and he was again grateful for the fake beard covering his face. He felt rooted to the floor as Suzanne began to sing. 

Santa baby, just slip a sable under the tree, for me Been an awful good girl, Santa baby So hurry down the chimney tonight.

She was actually quite good. Jack was pleasantly surprised, if still slightly embarrassed. As Suzanne warmed to the crowd, she began to move with the music, emphasizing certain words by swiveling her hips and shimmying her shoulders. She peered at Jack through half-closed eyes at times and pursed her lips à la Marilyn Monroe. Hell, those blonde curls kind of made her look like Marilyn Monroe, Jack thought. 

Think of all the fun I've missed Think of all the fellows that I haven't kissed Next year I could be just as good If you check off my Christmas list

Jack was breathless watching her. He had always known she was a pretty woman, but damn! When had she become so utterly sexy? He had not known she could sing either. She had worked for him for years, but he felt as if he were seeing her for the first time tonight. He glanced around the room. All the men were mesmerized, but she was singing to him. Those beautiful green eyes were looking into his, and she was singing to him. Jack was feeling aroused for the first time in a good long while, and it felt good. He folded his arms across his padded belly and smiled.

Come and trim my Christmas tree With some decorations bought at Tiffany's I really do believe in you Let's see if you believe in me

Suzanne swung her hips back and forth, shaking her fanny to emphasize each syllable in "Tif-fan-y's" and blew Jack a kiss with her pouty red lips. The audience yelled and whistled and a couple of the guys elbowed Jack. He wished he could take off his coat. He was getting very warm. There were still some kids present, though, so he kept it on.

Santa baby, forgot to mention one little thing, a ring, I don't mean on the phone, Santa baby So hurry down the chimney tonight

Hurry down the chimney tonight Hurry, tonight.

Everyone cheered and whistled as the song ended, and Suzanne bowed and blew kisses. Then she seemed to disappear. Jack wanted to thank her but couldn't find her anywhere. He carried his drink down the hallway toward his office, thinking he might find her there. The lamp on his desk was on, creating a cozy little pool of light. It was cooler inside his office, and quiet. With a weary sigh, Jack sank into his big leather desk chair, setting his drink on the desk. Thinking he might rest here for just a few minutes, he slipped his hat from his sweaty salt and pepper hair and pulled the itchy beard off. Relief was immediate and welcome. 

He heard something in the hallway. Singing? He looked up as Suzanne peeked around the corner into his office and seeing him sitting there, sauntered in. She was softly singing and alternately humming "Santa Baby." 

"What are you doing in here all alone, Santa, baby?" Suzanne asked.

She came around the desk and lowered herself onto his lap. She was holding a large red and green candy cane, and Jack stared as her pink tongue slipped out, wrapped itself around the candy and slid out to the tip. 

"I was l-looking for you," he said. 

"Ah. And now you've found me." The glistening shaft of the peppermint stick disappeared between her lips as she sucked in and drew it slowly from her mouth.

Jack laughed nervously. "That was some song."

"Glad you liked it. Look what I have." She held a sprig of mistletoe tied with a silver ribbon in her other hand, which she raised above their heads. 

Jack looked up at it and back at Suzanne. 

"You're messing with me, Suze," he said, taking a large gulp of his drink.

"I'm not, Jack. I've had a crush on you for a long, long time." 

She leaned forward and gave him a soft, minty kiss on the lips.

"A crush? Come on. Why would you want an old reprobate like me?" 

"Don't. I'm not kidding about this," Suzanne said and kissed him again. 

This time Jack was ready for it and kissed her back. Suzanne tossed the mistletoe on his desk and snaked both arms around his neck. Jack had one arm around her back, a hand resting at the nape of her neck and the other hand on her hip. 

Suzanne's lips parted, the tip of her tongue gliding along Jack's bottom lip. He sucked her tongue between his lips, sliding his own tongue against it. She tasted slightly sticky and sweet—peppermint and lipstick and liquor and warm woman. An intoxicating combination.

She broke the kiss and leaned her forehead against his. 

"God, Jack," she breathed. "You're just as good as I thought you'd be." 

They kissed again, mouths opening wider, hungrier, tongues entwining, breath coming faster and mingling. Suzanne's breasts pressed against Jack's chest, and his hands trailed down her back to cup her buttocks. She moved over to kiss his cheek and then his neck. 

Jack's eyes opened, catching sight of the family portrait on his desk. Margaret smiled at him over Suzanne's shoulder. What was he doing? This woman was his employee. In spite of years of harmless flirting with most of the office girls, he'd never found himself in this position before. 

"Suzanne, honey." A sharp intake of breath as her teeth nipped his neck. "God. We can't..." 

They were interrupted by a bump and a loud wail from the hallway, followed by "Ouch! MOM!" Kaylee and Nicholas had apparently come looking for their mother. 

Suzanne jumped up, running her fingers through her hair and wiped under her bottom lip with her thumb, smiling at Jack all the while. 

"I'm in here," she called. Softer, to Jack she said, "To be continued," and handed him the candy cane. 

Jack let out a slow and shaky breath. What the hell was going on? He realized he had better get back to the party, and pulling his handkerchief from his pocket, wiped Suzanne's lipstick from his mouth. Realizing he was still holding the candy cane, he stared at it for a moment and tossed it into the trashcan under his desk. 

Folks were leaving, and he had to give hugs and handshakes and thank everyone for coming and wish them well. Bill, with Patty in tow, pulled him aside with a grin.

"The kids are stopping by, huh? Nice try, slick. I guess we all know what you'll really be doing tomorrow night, huh?" Bill barked out his dry laugh and elbowed Jack in the ribs with a conspiratorial look. 

Jack tried to hide his annoyance. "What do you mean?"

"C'mon, Jack." Bill paused for effect. "Won't you be going down Suzanne's chimney?" 

Bill and Patty looked at each other and snickered, as if they knew some naughty secret. 

"Oh, stop, you two. She didn't mean anything by that. I'm her boss, for Christ's sake." 

He shooed them out, promising to stop by the next night for at least a drink. 

Once everyone was gone, Marla bustled about trying to clean up, but Jack sent her home, saying the cleaning crew would take care of it in the morning. Another lie. 

Finally alone, he surveyed the mess in the room—the paper plates and plastic cups, the discarded wrapping paper, the cold food drying out and going stale—and decided he just could not deal with it right then. He had had quite enough. Snagging the bottle of Dewar's from the bar, he made his way back to his office and plopped down in his chair. 

The vacuum of silence in the building seemed deafening. Jack poured himself a drink, took a large swallow, and unbuttoned his coat. Maggie's face in the picture on his desk caught his eye again. He lifted his glass to her and drank. It was funny how he craved solitude, but once he attained it, he longed for company. It didn't make sense. 

Jack smelled peppermint and couldn't figure out where it was coming from. Then he remembered the peppermint stick in his trashcan. Closing his eyes, he pictured it sliding between Suzanne's lips, the candy glistening from her saliva, her tongue curling around it. He felt the warm weight of her delectable bottom on his lap again, tasted her kisses, smelled her perfume. 

He saw her stand then, in his mind, her fingers finding the tie belt at her waist, pulling and untying the bow, her eyes never leaving Jack's. She shrugged out of her dress, letting the silk slide down her arms and puddle on the floor at her feet. 

Suzanne smiled as Jack's eyes took in her sheer red lace bra, the dusky points of her nipples visible underneath, the matching panties and garter belt holding up black stockings, the gentle curve of her belly, the shapely length of her legs. 

Kneeling in front of him, she gave his knees a gentle push apart, insinuating her body into the space between. Laying her palms flat on his thighs, she slid them up to the button on his pants. Jack watched as she unbuttoned and unzipped his pants and slipped her hands inside. She leaned forward and ran her tongue along his abdomen, ending with a kiss.

Suzanne's hands pushed inside his boxers. Finding his stiff cock and pulling it out, she wrapped one hand around the shaft and began to stroke. Jack watched her lips close around the head. Her tongue skimmed along the ridge as she sucked and stroked up and down the shaft with her hand. He buried his fingers in her soft hair, guiding her to take him deeper into her throat. 

Jack's balls tightened, drawing in, his body tingling. Still stroking with one hand, he scrambled with the other to pull his handkerchief from his pocket. He caught the first stream of semen in the nick of time, before it stained his velvet trousers. Streaks of Suzanne's lipstick on the handkerchief heightened the sensation of her mouth on his cock. With closed eyes and his mouth open and panting, Jack arched back in his chair and gave himself over to sweet release.

Shame. He felt it as soon as he opened his eyes. Guilt. He looked at the picture of his nice family and turned it face down on the desk. He looked at his handkerchief covered with the lipstick of that sweet woman and his own cum. He had just jerked off in his office while wearing a Santa suit. The Santa suit that Maggie had made for him, no less. He felt like a pervert. 

He poured more scotch into his glass and gulped it down and wondered if he was becoming an alcoholic. He was drinking alone in his office, jerking off, fantasizing about one of his employees. Not just an employee, a friend. Someone he almost thought of as a daughter and that he knew regarded him as a father figure, as well. Jack poured himself another drink and swallowed it in one large gulp. He had held her innocent children on his lap tonight. You also held her, another smaller voice said. She kissed you, it said. She had been drinking, he argued back. 

His dark, empty house held no appeal for Jack this night. He hated the thought of returning home to his cold and lonely bed. He didn't think he should be driving now, anyway, so he lurched over to the sofa in his office and laid down. His head was swimming, and it took a long time for him to fall into a fitful sleep. No dreams came, but he was uneasy and cramped on the sofa and awakened frequently. 




Santa Baby



Coffee. Jack smelled it in his sleep. He thought for a moment he was back home and Maggie was bringing him a cup in bed, as she sometimes did. He was cold though, his neck hurt, and his long legs were cramped from being bent into an awkward position all night. Maggie was gone; had been gone for a long time. Memories of last night came back as he opened his eyes. He groaned as light splintered into his hung over brain and closed his eyes again.

"Jack?" A soft voice said as a soft, cool hand touched his face. Suzanne.

She was bent over him holding a large mug of steaming coffee in her hand. Jack peered at her through one squinted eye, then swung his feet to the floor and sat up stiffly. The coat from his Santa suit, which had been draped over his upper body like a blanket, slid off and fell to the floor, leaving his bare arms prickled with gooseflesh under the short sleeves of his t-shirt. Suzanne handed Jack the coffee and opened the fist that had held the mug. On her palm were three reddish-brown tablets. 

"Ibuprofen," she said.

Jack took the pills from her, tossed them into his mouth, and took a large swallow of the coffee, which burned his mouth and throat. He winced and rubbed a hand over his face. His punishment, he thought, for all his depraved thoughts.

Suzanne picked up his coat and draped it over his shoulders, and then sat close to him on the sofa, turned toward him with one leg bent beneath her. 

"Sorry. I should've warned you it was hot," she murmured, rubbing her hand over the back of his head, her fingernails scraping through the short waves of hair and coming to rest on his back. 

"What are you doing here, Suzanne?" Jack mumbled thickly.

"Cleaning up the mess from last night. You know the cleaning crew would just wipe and sweep around it." 

"You didn't have to come in. I would've taken care of it."

"Well, you don't seem to be in very good shape, Jack, and it's no big deal," she said. "Why didn't you go home last night?"

Her hand was back, stroking his hair. He wished she would stop.

"I didn't think I should drive," he said. 

"Why did you drink so much?" 

Jack turned to look at her then through red-rimmed eyes. "What are you, my mother now?"

The fond smile fled her face, and her hand stopped moving in his hair and dropped away. 

"No," she said in a soft voice. "Just someone who cares a great deal." 

"God," whispered Jack, rubbing both hands over his face. "I'm sorry. I'll be back," he said, rising and patting Suzanne on the knee.

He went into the restroom, took a leak, and then surveyed his face in the mirror under the harsh fluorescent light. He looked like hell, he thought. Jack washed his hands and his face, rinsed his mouth, and ran his wet fingers through his hair. He wished he had some other clothes to put on. The Santa suit felt oppressive, as if he was dragging Margaret's ghost around with him.

Suzanne was still sitting on the sofa waiting for him when he returned. She looked young and fresh in her blue jeans and sweatshirt and scant makeup. Her smile made his heart ache. 

"Feeling better?" she asked. 

"Uh, sure," he replied. "Listen, honey. We need to talk." 

He reached for his coat and shrugged his arms into it. As he sat down, Suzanne scooted closer and took one of his hands and held it in both of her own. 

"Yeah, I guess we do, huh?" She took a deep breath and closed her eyes as she blew it out, a happy glow suffusing her face. Then, opening her eyes, she said, "Last night was...wonderful. I'm sorry the kids interrupted us. My timing is horrible, isn't it?" She laughed. "I can't stop thinking about it." 

Suzanne's smile faded as she gazed into Jack's eyes, her cheeks flushed pink. She looked down at their entwined hands and then back up to Jack's face. 

"Remember when you asked me what I wanted for Christmas?" she asked.

"Yeah, I do." 

Jack made a feeble attempt at disengaging his hand from Suzanne's, dreading what was coming next, but she held on. He watched her swallow and lick her lips.

"Well, this is what I want, Jack. You. I've wanted you for the longest time," she said, leaning in for a kiss. 

Jack knew he should stop her, but the ache in his chest was almost paralyzing, and she smelled so sweet, and her lips felt so soft against his. She had let go of his hand and was cupping his face between her hands. He tried not to kiss her back, or at least he thought he did. However, his body seemed to react on its own, his lips and tongue moving of their own accord. Soon, he was lost in lovely womanliness, his traitorous body burning with desire. His hands had found her waist and pulled her against him.

The phone rang, startling Jack and jumpstarting his headache, which he had nearly forgotten. 

Suzanne held tight and whispered, "Voice mail." 

Jack pushed her away. "No."

"Jack, let it go to voice mail," she said. "The switchboard is set up for the holiday." 

"I can't do this, Suzanne."

"Your voicemail will pick it up, I promise," she said, laughing.

"Look, I don't give a goddamn about the phone!" 

He stood and faced her, saw the shock on her face. A sharp stab of pain shot down between his eyes, slightly nauseating him. He had to get some distance from her. Moving behind the safety of his desk, he sat down, cradling his head in his hands. 

"I can't be involved with you, Suzanne," he said, still holding his head.

Suzanne said nothing for a moment, and Jack lifted his head. She was staring out the window, her expression blank. 

"Why?" she asked, still not looking at him.

"Because I'm your boss, honey. I can't take advantage of my position."

She turned her face toward him then, her lips curling up at the edges.

"Is that all?" she asked, but went on without waiting for an answer. "You're right, Jack. You are the boss. That means you can do whatever you want to do. You can be with whoever you want to be with." 

Jack shook his head. "I'm old enough to be your father."

Laughter bubbled up from Suzanne's chest. 

"What? You're only fifty. I'm thirty-six. I mean, yeah, I guess you could technically be my father, but jeez, Jack, you must've been some kid."

When he said nothing, she continued, "Look, you still have a lot of good years left." 

"Yeah, thanks," replied Jack.

"I didn't mean that the way it sounded. It's not like I'm some innocent young girl. I'm all grown up, Jack. I'm old enough to know what I want. I'd never accuse you of taking advantage of me. You know that."

Jack folded his arms across his chest and stared down at his desk.

"There's more to it, isn't there?" Suzanne asked. "Is this about Maggie?"

"Don't," whispered Jack, holding up his hands as if to ward off an attack.

"I loved her too, Jack. She was almost like a mother to me."

"Please. Don't." Jack closed his eyes and leaned his head against the tall back of his chair.

"I'm sorry," Suzanne said in a soft voice. "It needs to be said."

"God damn it!" Jack was angry now. 

What was it about women that they just couldn't leave things alone? He stood and paced to the window and leaned against the sill, looking out. 

"It's been two years, Jack," Suzanne said. "It's time to move on."

Jack turned around, eyes blazing.

"Who the hell are you to tell me when it's time to move on?" he yelled. "I was married to the woman for twenty-five years. We had children together. We went through everything together." 

"I know that," said Suzanne.

"So, what do you think I should do? Just forget about all that?"

"Of course not," Suzanne replied. "You need to get on with your life though."

"That's none of your business," Jack snapped. "Stay out of it." 

"Fine." Suzanne was angry now as well. "Excuse the hell out of me for caring about you." 

She stood up as if to leave, but then turned around. 

"Tell me, Jack, what's the real reason you don't want me? Because I don't believe that crap about 'not taking advantage of your position.' It's bullshit. Tell me the real reason."

"I told you the real reasons." 

"Well, I don't believe you, Jack."

"Well, that's too goddamn bad, Suzanne." 

Suzanne crossed her arms over her chest and shook her head. Jack thought she looked mad as hell and about to burst into tears. He was not too far from that himself and did not know what to do about it. 

"You don't think I'm attractive, do you?" Suzanne asked.

"Oh, Jesus Christ!" Jack slumped back into his chair, rubbing both eyes with the tips of his fingers.

"Just say it, Jack. I can take it." 

Tears were threatening to spill over her lower lids, but she stood her ground, her jaw clenched, her mouth an angry, trembling line. 

"Look, I told you. I'm too old for you. I'm your boss."

"Yeah, right, Jack. Keep talking." 

"Suzanne, you have young children. I'm done with all that. I don't know if I'd want to be a father again."

Suzanne's tears spilled over and ran in twin rivulets down her cheeks. 

"Oh, my God!" she sputtered, wiping her face with the palms of her hands. "It's because of my kids? Did I ask you to be a father to my kids? You aren't even a father to your own kids, Jack. My kids have a father, thank you very much!"

Jack's mouth dropped open in shock. "Wait. Just what the fuck do you know about my kids?" 

Jack stood up again with his hands on his hips, the color drained from his face. 

"Quite a lot, actually," Suzanne retorted.

"What does that mean?" 

"Becky and I have become good friends. We talk on the phone at least once a week. If you weren't so self-absorbed you'd know that."

"You've been talking to my daughter behind my back?" Jack was shaking. He couldn't remember when he'd been so angry. 

Suzanne laughed bitterly. "No, not behind your back. You haven't been there for her since Maggie died. She needed to talk to someone. You're always too busy wallowing in self-pity to—"

"That's enough." Jack sat down, leaning his elbows on his desk and covered his face with his hands. 

"You know, Maggie would hate what you've become, Jack. She'd hate that nobody can reach you, not even your own children. She'd hate that you died with her."

She had just run a dagger into his heart, Jack thought. The anger bled out of him and was replaced by an overwhelming, weary sadness. He could not let Suzanne see that. He looked up at her. Tears were coursing down her cheeks.

"Get out," he said through clenched teeth. 

He covered his face with his hands again and heard her run sobbing down the hallway. 

"Fuck," he breathed. 

Jack ended up clearing the party detritus himself, the congealed cold cuts and potato salad amplifying his queasiness momentarily. The physical activity was good though, he thought, as his mind cleared. Knowing what needed to be done and doing it, even something small, was somehow satisfying. 

Afterward, at home in the shower, he let it all come back. He tried to make sense of it, to process it in some logical way. He was a logical man, not an emotional one. He could figure this all out, make some kind of plan, take some action, make things right again. Avoiding his reflection in the mirror as he toweled off, not quite ready to face himself, Jack realized that he would have to talk with Suzanne, apologize, try to somehow undo the hurt. He thought that might best be handled after they'd both had time to cool down. Truthfully, he didn't feel ready to face the whirlwind of emotions she seemed to churn up in him. 

First, he would deal with his children. He knew what Suzanne had said was true. He'd always been somewhat emotionally distant, but even more so after Maggie died. Jack, Jr. was like him, not demonstrative, but not uncaring or unfeeling. He just held all his cards very close. Becky, on the other hand, was very like her mother, always with her heart on her sleeve, and a big heart it was. 

Jack remembered how easily Becky's feelings had been hurt as a child, how sensitive she had been, how close she had been with her mother. How could he have forgotten that? How could he have let her lose her mother and then essentially lose her father, as well? They had been a close, happy family, he thought. Not perfect, but really happy. He wondered if he could make them one again. He did not know how to be a father without Maggie, but, he decided, he was going to give it one hell of a try. 

He dialed Jack, Jr.'s cell number first and got his voice mail. Jack hesitated, as he'd been hoping to actually speak with his son, but then left a message before he lost his nerve. First, he apologized for not being in touch, then wished Jack Jr. and his wife, Amy, a happy holiday season, saying he loved and missed them both very much. 

Then he dialed his daughter's number. Becky answered on the second ring. 

"Dad?"

"Hey, sweetie. I miss you." 

"You do?"

"Yeah, I do. I hope you have a good Christmas. I'll be thinking of you." 

"Really." It wasn't a question.

"Yes, really."

"I'm kind of surprised to hear from you, Dad."

Becky's voice had a hard edge to it that was unfamiliar to Jack.

"I know, honey. I'm sorry," he said. 

"Oh, you are? For what, exactly?" 

Jack sighed. She was not going to make this easy for him, apparently. 

"Baby, I'm sorry for a lot of things, but mostly for withdrawing from you and your brother. For not being there for you when you needed me most." Jack swallowed around the lump in his throat. "But mostly, for hurting you. I love you, Rebecca."

"Oh, Daddy." She was crying.

"Beck, please don't," Jack whispered. He didn't think he could take it.

"I was just sitting here thinking about Mom and you, and missing you both so much. I think I made a mistake staying here."

"Come home then," he said. 

"I didn't think you wanted me," she said. "You've been so, I don't know, different since Mom died."

"I know, sweetie. I'm sorry. It was never because of you." His voice quavered. "Come home."

Becky sniffled and cleared her throat, trying, Jack thought, to get herself under control. 

"Um, okay. I've already committed to a thing tonight, and then I'm going to church for a midnight service with some friends," she said. "So, how about if I drive home in the morning?"

Jack smiled. "Perfect. Do you have money for gas and all that?"

Just then his phone beeped, signaling another call—Jack, Jr. 

"Dad?"

"Jackson! It's good to hear from you. Thanks for calling me back." 

"Uh, sure. I was kind of surprised you called. Are you okay, Dad?"

"That's the same thing your sister said. I'm fine. I just wanted to say Merry Christmas and to, um, you know, it's been tough with your mother gone, and I just wanted to apologize..."

"Oh! Hey, it's cool, Dad. Seriously. I know it's hard and, so...uh...you talked to Beck?" 

"Yeah, she's on the other line, as a matter of fact. Hold on." 

He conferenced the two lines together so they could all talk. 

"Merry Christmas, butthead." Jack, Jr. laughed.

"Hey, shit-for-brains," Becky said. "Same to you." 

"Alright, you two," Jack said, chuckling. "So, what's going on with you and Amy, Jackson? Family stuff tonight?"

"Yeah, uh, grandparents coming or something? I don't remember. And I think we're going somewhere tomorrow afternoon," Jack, Jr. replied. 

"What about you, Dad?" Becky asked. 

"Well, we had the Christmas party at work last night, and the Ritters are having their open house tonight," Jack said. "I thought I might go over there for a bit." 

"Oh, really? Are you taking a date?" 

"Aw, jeez, Beck," Jack, Jr. said. "Nice one." 

"What?" Becky demanded. "He could have a date." 

"Uh, no, I don't have a date," Jack said. However, he decided to take advantage of this line of questioning. "What if I did, though? Would you two be okay with that?"

"I think it'd be fine, Dad. Maybe a little weird at first, but just fine. We want you to be happy, right Beck?" Jack, Jr. said.

"Yeah, of course," Becky said. "Oh my God! Dad, is it Suzanne?"

"Huh?" Jack was stunned.

"Are you going out with Suzanne, Dad?" Becky asked. 

"Now, why would you think that, Rebecca?" 

"Oh, Daddy, she's got a thing for you," Becky said. "Don't act like you've never noticed." 

"I think you must be mistaken. I've never noticed anything," Jack mumbled.

"Su-u-u-r-r-re," Jack, Jr. and Becky chorused in unison, and they all laughed. 

Jack thought it might be prudent to change the subject at this point, so they discussed Becky's plans to drive home the next day. Jack, Jr. and Amy would fly home two days after that, and they'd all bring in the New Year together. 

All along, Jack had assumed that his children no longer needed him because they were adults. He'd been wrong. He knew that now. He wished he could call Suzanne and tell her all about the phone call. He wanted to tell her she'd been right and to thank her. 

Instead, he climbed the steps to the attic and dragged the old artificial Christmas tree downstairs and set it up. Margaret had always insisted that it be placed in the corner beside the fireplace so that the lights would reflect in the mirror at the opposite end of the room. Jack put it in front of the window instead and spent the rest of the afternoon stringing lights and hanging ornaments on it. Then he found a large pine wreath with a big red bow and hung it on the front door. 

When it got dark, he went outside and stood in the front yard to admire his handiwork. The house looked warm and friendly, as if someone actually lived there instead of just existing from day to day. It didn't look as good as when Maggie had decorated for the holidays, but still very nice. 

The party at the Ritters' was in full swing when Jack arrived. Patty grabbed him right away and ushered him off to meet her unattached friends. There were two of them, both attractive middle-aged ladies. Just as Jack was being introduced to the second one, he caught sight of Suzanne across the room, and his heart skipped a beat. He had not known she'd be there. She looked beautiful in an ankle-length, dark blue skirt that hugged her hips but flared out at the knee and a creamy white ruffled blouse and high-heeled boots. Her golden curls were swept back from her face with wispy ringlets curling forward here and there, framing her face. 

She was standing in a corner engaged in conversation with Dave Harris, one of Jack's sales reps, a good-looking guy in his thirties. Suzanne held a glass of wine in one hand and was grasping Dave's arm with the other and smiling. He was leaning close and speaking into Suzanne's ear with his hand at the small of her back. Jack bristled at the intimate scene. He wondered what the hell they could be talking about that required them to stand so close. He couldn't concentrate on what Patty or her friends were saying and excused himself as soon as he could. 

As he approached, Dave looked up and smiled broadly, his white teeth gleaming. He looked tanned and healthy, having just returned from a trip to the Cayman Islands. He extended his hand to Jack.

"Jack! Merry Christmas, man." 

"Same to you, buddy," Jack said as the men shook hands. "Hello, Suzanne."

"Jack." Suzanne's voice was flat, and she did not smile. 

"Uh, could I talk to you for a minute?" Jack asked her. 

"Oh, you know, I think we've done quite enough talking for one day, don't you?" Suzanne turned her attention back to Dave. 

Dave, looking decidedly uncomfortable said, "Um, excuse me. I think I'll get a drink," and scurried away. 

"What do you want, Jack?" Suzanne asked in a defeated tone. 

"I just want to talk to you for a minute," Jack replied. "Can't we find somewhere quiet?"

"Fine." 

Suzanne swept past him, and Jack followed in her sweetly perfumed wake.

They walked through the kitchen, and Jack opened a door leading to a chilly sunroom that contained a lighted Christmas tree and some plastic-covered deck furniture. 




Santa Baby



Suzanne swept past him into the room, turned to him, and said, "So, talk." 

Jack pulled the door shut behind him and studied her face in the pinkish glow from the tree. She looked cold and impersonal, the familiar twinkle in her eye gone. She folded her arms and jutted one hip out, balancing on the heel of her boot. 

"Um," Jack was at a loss. "Look, honey..." 

"Don't call me that," Suzanne snapped.

"I call everybody that." Jack was nonplussed. 

"Exactly." 

"Okay, fine. Look, I wanted to apologize for what happened this morning. I'm really sorry, Suzanne."

"Fine. Apology accepted. Anything else?" she asked. 

Jack sighed. "You seem like you're still mad."

"Nope," Suzanne responded. "Not mad. I do have a question for you though." 

"Okay." 

It was cold in the sunroom, and Suzanne hugged her arms, her stern expression appearing to crumple a bit. 

"Do I still have a job?" she asked.

"Of course you do," said Jack.

Suzanne nodded. "Thank you." 

"Why would you think otherwise?"

"Never mind. I was just asking." Suzanne said.

As she turned and opened the door, the sounds of the party filtered into the room. She stepped through and closed it, leaving Jack alone in the chill. 

When Jack returned to the party a few minutes later, Suzanne was talking to Dave again, their heads close, both of them laughing. He realized he was jealous. It surprised him and angered him because it was his own fault. He watched as another of the sales team, Chaz Pfeiffer, joined Suzanne and Dave, and pulled Suzanne against him in an embrace. Suzanne squealed, and the three of them laughed. Jack felt as if the joke was on him. 

He had barely been there an hour, but he could not watch anymore. He found Bill and Patty, made his excuses, saying he had to get back to his own holiday preparations, and left. 

At home again, Jack peeled off his clothes and fell into bed, exhausted. He lay there for a while thinking over the day's events. He knew he needed to try to win Suzanne back. At the very least, their working relationship depended on it. At most, his future was at stake. He would have to try to talk to her again. 

He had had no idea she had feelings for him, other than friendship and a sort of daughterly regard and caring. The mere knowledge that she wanted more from him had changed his own feelings considerably, he realized. He wanted her. His body ached with it, but he was too tired right then to do anything about it. There was more to it than just physical desire. He wanted just to be with her, to talk to her, to listen to her, to look into those green eyes and see her smile. Jack didn't know how far it would go or how her children would factor into it and didn't care. 

His own kids were coming home. Jack smiled. At least this one area of his life was improving. As he drifted toward sleep, his last thought was that it was funny how quickly things could change

Becky arrived at 11:00 the next morning, the trunk of her car filled with a large suitcase, a laundry basket heaped with dirty clothes, and several brightly wrapped gifts. Jack had been sitting at the kitchen table with a cup of coffee, reading the newspaper, when he heard her come in. 

"Daddy?" she called. 

Jack nearly bumped into her in the hallway, and she leapt into his arms, wrapping her own tightly around his neck.

"Merry Christmas, honey," he said, squeezing his little girl tight and lifting her feet off the floor.

She pulled back, and he set her down.

"Merry Christmas, Dad," said Becky, blinking back tears and smiling at the same time. "God, it's good to be home. You put up the tree!"

Jack felt tears prick his own eyes and fought them. 

Clearing his throat, he said, "Well, of course I did! I didn't have time for the rest of that stuff though."

"It's okay," Becky laughed. "Just the tree is great. I like where you put it." 

She hugged her father again.

"It's really good to see you, Beck. I didn't expect you this early."

"I couldn't wait to get home. I left at 8:00 this morning." 

"Are you hungry?" Jack asked.

"Starved." 

"Well, I don't have a lot of food, so we'll have to scrounge today. I'll go to the grocery store tomorrow and load up though," said Jack. "I'm sorry, honey."

"I don't mind, Dad, honest. I'm just happy to be here."

"Great! How about some eggs?"

Jack and Becky spent the next hour chatting comfortably, as Jack prepared a large western omelet and toast, then sat across from Becky as she ate. She told him all about her classes, her friends, and her boyfriend. She reported a small problem with her car, which Jack promised to take care of before she returned to school. 

After Becky rinsed her dishes and loaded them into the dishwasher, she said, "Come into the living room and open your presents, Dad." 

"Oh, Rebecca," Jack sighed. "I don't have anything for you." 

"You sent me money, remember?"

"Yeah, and you turned around and spent it on gifts for everyone else, didn't you?" asked Jack.

"Not all of it," Becky smiled, a lovely blush coloring her cheeks. "Anyway, it was my money to spend, right?"

She grabbed Jack's hand and pulled. 

"Well, wait," Jack said. "I was thinking we could have our Christmas when your brother and Amy get here. That way, I'd have time to do some shopping."

Becky looked disappointed for a moment but agreed. 

"Let's go into the living room and sit anyway. I want to look at the tree. Will you build a fire?"

Jack built the fire, and he and Becky sat shoulder-to-shoulder on the couch, holding hands and gazing into the flames.

Becky said, "This is so nice," and laid her head on her father's shoulder. 

"Very nice," Jack agreed. 

"So, tell me about this lady friend of yours." 

Jack laughed. "What lady friend?"

"The one you were talking about on the phone. The one you want to date."

When Jack didn't reply, Becky lifted her head and looked at him.

"Dad? It is Suzanne, isn't it?" 

She moved away and turned to face him, drawing her legs up and hugging a throw pillow. 

"Uh, yeah, I guess it is," Jack said scratching his head. "But I seem to have made a mess of things." 

"What happened," Becky asked. 

"Honey, I don't think this something I should discuss with you."

"Why not? I'm a grown up now. Who else can you discuss it with?" 

Jack sighed. She had a point. He told her what had transpired, leaving out some of the details that he felt wouldn't be appropriate to share. Becky listened without commenting, nodding her head now and then. He finished up with the conversation in the Ritters' sunroom the night before. 

"Wow," Becky said. "It sounds like a huge misunderstanding. Do you want me to talk to her?"

"No!" Jack said. "I appreciate the offer, but I think this is something I need to work out for myself." 

Becky was quiet for a moment. 

"I have an idea," she said, a smile lighting up her face. She stood up and paced back and forth a couple times in front of the fireplace, then stopped in front of Jack. 

"When do you go back to work?" 

"Tomorrow." 

"Jeez, slave driver." Becky giggled. 

"I give them two days off for Christmas. They had yesterday and today."

Becky rolled her eyes. "Okay, well listen. You wanted to do some Christmas shopping, right? Ask Suzanne to help you." 

"She's pretty mad at me, honey. I don't think she will."

"No, wait. Ask her at work. It'd be pretty hard for her to refuse you there, right?" Becky rubbed her hands together in anticipation. "Tell her you don't know what to get, which is true, right?" She paused, and Jack nodded. "Tell her you really need her help because you don't have anyone else to turn to. She loves being needed. Trust me." 

Jack felt a glimmer of hope, a warm little spark in his heart. "Okay, so if I can get her to agree, then what?"

"You be your charming, adorable self. You make it fun. You keep letting her know how much you appreciate it. Then, take her to dinner. You can talk to her then, explain how you feel."

Becky's face was alight with the little conspiracy, her eyes glowing, her dimples showing. She reminded Jack a great deal of Maggie just then, but instead of making him sad, it warmed his heart. 

"You can do this, Daddy," Becky said, sitting down and giving Jack a hug. 

The next morning, Jack sat at his desk pretending to work for an hour. Nobody bothered him, as many of his employees had taken a vacation day. Suzanne was in the office though and was making a point of avoiding him. 

At 9:05, he picked up his phone and called her line. 

"Yes, Jack?" Suzanne answered, sounding not at all friendly.

"Could you come in here, Suzanne? I need to talk to you."

"Sure." She hung up. 

A moment later she stepped into his office, her eyes wide, her face pale. She looked scared, Jack thought. 

"Close the door and have a seat," he said.

Suzanne did as she was told and sat facing Jack across his desk, looking down at her hands folded in her lap. Jack was breathless for a moment, just seeing her again, smelling her scent, remembering. She looked up, then, and he saw no anger in her face, but neither did he see the sparkle.

Jack cleared his throat. "Did you have a good holiday?"

"Yeah, it was nice," Suzanne replied. "You?"

Jack smiled. "Yeah, it was good."

"Good." Suzanne looked down at her hands again. 

"I need your help, hon—Suzanne. I know you're still mad at me, but I'm hoping we can move past all that."

"I'm not mad at you."

"Okay, disappointed then. I am sorry, and I hope I'll have a chance to make it up to you some time. Right now, though, I'm asking you to set that aside, because I really need your help." 

Suzanne swallowed and licked her lips. "With what?"

Jack's heart was hammering, but he tried to control himself, to appear calm and collected and in command. 

"Well, I realized you were right about my kids, so I called them on Christmas Eve. We talked for a while, and it was good. Thank you so much for that." Jack couldn't stop the smile that lit up his face.

"You're welcome," said Suzanne. "I'm happy for all of you." 

"Thanks. So the thing is, they're all going to be home on the twenty-eighth, and I wanted to have Christmas with them then. I need to do some shopping, and that's where you come in."

Suzanne simply looked at him, wide-eyed, so Jack continued.

"I could probably wing it with Jackson, but I have no idea what to get for Becky, and especially not Amy. I mean, I don't know her that well. So I was thinking maybe you'd go shopping with me. I'd really, really appreciate it."

"When?" she asked.

"Uh, tomorrow? After work?"

"I'll need to see if I can find a sitter."

"So you'll do it?" Jack exclaimed, feeling excitement and relief and anticipation all at once. 

"Yeah, I'll do it if I can find a sitter on such short notice." 

"Great! Thank you, Suzanne. Don't worry about a sitter. I have someone in mind."

When Jack and Becky arrived at Suzanne's house the next afternoon, Suzanne squealed as she opened the door and saw Becky. The women hugged for a long moment, as Nicky and Kaylee whooped and pranced around in excitement and dragged Jack away to show off their Christmas gifts. Jack gave Suzanne and Becky a few minutes to catch up. Then he handed Becky a wad of bills to buy pizza for herself and the children, and he and Suzanne headed for the mall. 

"I really appreciate you doing this," said Jack in the car during the ride across town. 

Suzanne was silent for a moment, then said, "There should be some really great sales now. Do you have anything in mind?"

"Um, not really," Jack said. "Do you?"

Suzanne looked over at him with eyebrows raised. "Well, do you want to get things they need or just fun stuff?"

Jack considered for a moment. "Fun stuff, I think. I want everything to be special."

"Well, I guess we can just walk through the mall. Maybe you'll get some ideas," she said. 

That's just what they did. The mall was crowded, which normally would have induced Jack to turn around and go home, but being there in the crowd with Suzanne and all the holiday decorations delighted him. They bought gift baskets for the girls from a bath and body shop and leather jackets for all three kids and a wallet for Jack, Jr. from a leather goods store, which Suzanne picked out. After a few more stops for some smaller items, Jack, who could not carry any more anyway, said he had bought enough. Leaving the mall, they discovered it had started to snow.

After loading up the car, Jack drove to an Irish pub and parked. 

"What are we doing here?" Suzanne asked. 

"Dinner," replied Jack. "It's the least I can do. 

"Oh, you don't have to buy me dinner, and I really should be getting home anyway." 

Jack got out and rounded the car to open Suzanne's door. 

"You're not taking no for an answer, are you?"

"Uh, nope," Jack smiled. 

The interior of the pub was dark and cozy. Pine roping woven with tiny, twinkling lights festooned the doorways and windows, and a lit candle stood on each table. They were seated in a booth by a window with a good view of the falling snow. They both ordered beers and sandwiches and Irish stew. 

"This is nice," Suzanne said after the waitress had walked away. 

"Yeah, it is," said Jack. "I can't tell you how much I appreciate you doing this." 

Suzanne nodded and stared out the window. 

Jack watched Suzanne's face shimmer and glow in the candlelight that reflected in her eyes. She had smiled a few times back at the mall, but now she looked sad again. 

"You look so pretty in the candlelight," Jack murmured. 

Suzanne merely looked at him, then down at her lap. 

"Jack," she said, looking back up at him, "if we're going to be friends again I need to tell you something." 

Jack shrugged. "Okay."

The waitress returned, set their drinks on the table, and walked away. Jack waited for Suzanne to speak.

"What you said to me about my kids the other day really hurt me," she said. 

"I'm so sorry, honey." Jack closed his eyes, realizing what he had called her. "I'm sorry. I know you said not to call you that anymore. It's habit." 

"It's okay." Suzanne's eyes teared up a bit, and she dabbed at the inner corners with the tip of her middle finger. "I've never asked you for anything for them. And the thing is, they adore you, Jack."

"I know. The feeling is mutual. I didn't say that to hurt you."

"Then why?" Suzanne asked.

Jack thought for a moment. 

"Because I was scared and looking for excuses."

"Scared of what?" 

"You, how you make me feel. Also, moving on, letting go of the past, starting over." Jack shrugged. "All of it."

"I shouldn't have pushed you, Jack," Suzanne sighed. "But that's another thing. I'm not usually so aggressive. I knew you'd never do it, so, I put myself out there, made the first move. You weren't ready. You're not attracted to me, but you let me go on and make an ass of myself."

"Honey, I never said I wasn't attracted to you," said Jack.

"Yes, you did." 

"No, I didn't. You said it. I just didn't disagree." Jack reached across the table for Suzanne's hand and squeezed it. "I think you're beautiful and smart and funny, and I'm very attracted to you."

Suzanne couldn't hide her smile. "I don't know what to say." 

She didn't have to say anything else because their food arrived just then. Their conversation during the meal was easy and light, and Jack was relieved. Suzanne's sparkle was back. 

Snow was still falling as they pulled into Suzanne's driveway. Jack parked and shut off the engine, but neither of them moved to get out of the car. 

"Why does this feel like a date all of a sudden?" Suzanne asked. 

Jack laughed. "You're kinda slow sometimes, but I like you anyway."

"Yeah, well, you're kinda sneaky sometimes, but I like you too," said Suzanne.

"So." Jack hesitated. "Since this is a date, does that mean I get a kiss when I walk you to the door?" 

"Only one way to find out," Suzanne replied. 

Jack got out of the car and went around to open the passenger door. He was suddenly nervous as a teenager on his first date. He reached for Suzanne's hand as she was getting out of the car. Neither of them let go as they walked up the steps to the front door. They stood facing each other on the stoop, the light above the door shining down and casting shadows on their faces. Snow continued to fall, the large flakes dusting their hair and shoulders. 

"Thanks, Suzanne," Jack said. "It's been really fun."

"You're welcome, and thank you, too." 

A particularly large flake fluttered down and was caught by Suzanne's eyelashes, causing her to blink. They both laughed. Leaning down, Jack touched his lips to Suzanne's in a light, sweet kiss, then pulled back slightly, as her breath fanned his face. Suzanne placed her free hand on his chest, inside his open jacket and tipped her chin up to be kissed again. Jack caught her lower lip between his own briefly, then let it go, as she parted her lips, allowing his tongue to slip between. Just as the kiss deepened, they heard the lock on the door slide open. 

"Damn," Jack whispered, and they both chuckled, moving apart.

Becky swung the door open and exclaimed, "I thought I heard you pull in!" 

At home later that evening, Jack spent a couple hours wrapping his gifts. He had not done much wrapping before because Margaret always took care of it, but he found he enjoyed it. The packages weren't perfect, as they would have been if she had wrapped them, but Jack thought they looked very nice. 

It was late by the time he placed them under the tree with Becky's gifts. The sight of the lighted tree with all the packages underneath made Jack smile. He wished again that he could share it with Suzanne and thank her for helping him. It was too late to call, though, so he made a mental note to thank her in the morning.

Right before lunch the next day, Jack received a call from Mike Burroughs, a friend at the Chamber of Commerce. He had a couple of extra tickets for their New Years Eve party at the Peyton Grand Hotel downtown. As a member, Jack was being offered the chance to purchase them. He wondered if it was too late to invite Suzanne. Surely, she would have made other plans already. He decided to take a chance and purchased the tickets. 

Suzanne had already left for lunch, so he couldn't ask her then, and he was leaving for the day to celebrate Christmas with his children. 

He arrived home a half hour later to find Jack, Jr. and Amy already there, more packages under the tree, and the delicious aroma of lasagna, Becky's specialty, filling the house. Christmas music played on the stereo, and there was a festive feeling in the air. Jack's gifts were a great success. Even Amy had hugged Jack hard, saying this was one of the happiest Christmases she could remember.

Late in the afternoon, they all watched It's a Wonderful Life together, munching on popcorn and Christmas cookies and drinking wine and hot cocoa. 

Jack finally found a free moment and snuck upstairs to his study and closed the door. He was breathless as he dialed Suzanne's number.

"Suzy Q?" he said when she answered.

"Jack! I was just thinking about you. How's it going?"

"Great. It's been a really nice day. The kids loved their gifts," Jack replied. "Thank you, again." 

"You're welcome, again. I'm happy for you." 

"The reason I'm calling is that I got tickets for the Chamber of Commerce New Years Eve party, and I know it's short notice, but I was wondering if you'd like to go with me," Jack said, happy to have finally gotten it out. 

"Oh. I already have plans. I'm sorry, Jack." Suzanne sounded disappointed. 

"That's okay." Jack's heart sunk. She had a date? "I knew it was a long shot, being so late and all."

"I'm sorry," Suzanne repeated.




Santa Baby



"It's okay. Really." Jack paused. "Alright, well, I guess I'll see you tomorrow."

"Well, thanks for the invite."

"Sure. Bye."

Jack sighed. He could not bring himself to call Mike back about the tickets and see if anyone else wanted them. He would wait until tomorrow. He sat for a while in the fading light thinking about Suzanne, wishing he had thought of the party sooner. He also wished he would have taken the opportunity to ask her out for another time. He wondered who she had a date with, remembering how cozy she had been with that jerk, Dave Harris, on Christmas Eve. He'd always liked Dave, but the truth was that the guy was a womanizer. He was good looking, Jack had to admit, but surely Suzanne was smart enough not to get involved with him. He wondered if he should ask her. He couldn't he thought. Wouldn't. Not ever. After a while, he wandered back downstairs and joined the kids, who were watching The Polar Express. 

Work the next day seemed endless and boring, the magic of the holidays having faded for Jack. He thought about asking someone else to the party, but it was really too late, and he didn't want to be with anyone else anyway. He wondered again who Suzanne was going out with. It had to be Dave, or maybe Chaz. God, what if it was Chaz? Jack tried to put it out of his mind. He knew he should call Mike back at the Chamber and see if somebody else wanted the tickets. In the end, he did nothing.

Later that night, Jack lay in bed thinking about Suzanne. He closed his eyes and pictured her standing on her front stoop, snowflakes sparkling on her hair, her eyes sparkling at him. He was imagining her lips pressed to his, remembering their softness and the feel of her hand in his, when the phone rang. 

Jack's heart pounded as he answered. His first thought was that somebody had died.

"Jack?" 

It was Suzanne, sounding breathless and sexy.

"Suzanne?" 

Jack's heart slowed, but other parts of him felt electrified. 

"I'm sorry to call so late," Suzanne said. "Were you asleep?"

"No. It's fine." 

"Um, okay," she said. "I was calling to see if the invite for New Years is still good. I've had a change of plans."

Jack's heart skipped a beat. Don't ask, Jack, he thought. 

Suzanne continued. "I'd love to go to the party with you. I mean, if you still want me to. Unless you've already asked someone else..." 

Jack laughed. 

"What?" Suzanne asked.

"I haven't asked anyone else. There's nobody else I'd rather be with."

"Really?" Suzanne said. "I'm so glad." 

"Me too, honey." 

They spent a few minutes discussing the party. Then Suzanne said, "Alright, well, I'll let you go back to sleep."

"I told you, I'm in bed, but I wasn't sleeping, just thinking," said Jack.

"What were you thinking about?" 

"You."

"What?" Suzanne giggled. "You were not." 

"Yeah, I was, actually," Jack said.

"What were you thinking about me?"

"You sure you want to know?" 

"Yes," Suzanne purred.

"Hmmm. I was thinking about how pretty you are and those sexy eyes and how soft your skin is and how it feels to kiss you, and I was wishing you were here with me now, in my bed," Jack murmured. 

Suzanne inhaled quickly through her teeth. "God, Jack. You just took my breath away." 

"Good. I'll give it back to you tomorrow night. You have to stay breathless until then."

New Years Eve morning Jack pulled out both of his tuxedos. The newer one was midnight blue, but it reminded him of Maggie too much, and he didn't want to wear it. The other one was older and basic black but still in good shape. It had been tight a few years ago, which is why he had gotten a new one. However, when he tried it on, it fit fine—better than ever, in fact. He had apparently lost weight in the past year of so, with no one cooking for him. He went looking for his studs and cufflinks and then shined his black dress shoes. 

Early in the afternoon after running a few errands, Jack stopped at a florist shop. He wasn't sure just what to get, but the lady in the shop, after asking a few pertinent questions, helped him choose. He left the shop carrying a bag and a single long-stemmed red rose. 

On the way home, he turned on to a narrow, curving, tree-lined road. He hadn't driven this way in a long while, and the landscape looked a bit different wrapped in its snowy blanket. The black skeletons of trees waved their arms overhead, pointing the way. 

Rounding a curve at a sedate pace, Jack drew near to his destination. As a small knoll bearing a naked lilac bush came into view, he pulled the car to the shoulder and parked. 

Jack grabbed the rose, got out of the car, and trudged over the knoll, leaving a trail of footprints behind. Feeling around in the snow with the toe of his boot, he struck a smooth, solid surface, and crouched down to brush the snow away with his gloved hand. 

He read the name: Margaret Rebecca McCullough 1959 -- 2004, Beloved Wife and Mother. Jack removed a glove and laid his hand flat on the cold stone. Tears stung his eyes, and he brushed them away with impatient fingers. 

"Maggie," he whispered. 

Jack thought of all the things he would say to her if she were there—the kids coming home and how sorry he was that he had neglected them, the wonderful late Christmas, how much he missed her—but he felt she knew all that. He felt that she had, in fact, been with them all along. 

Holding the red velvet bud against his lips, he kissed it and gently laid it across the stone. 

"I love you, babe," he said, "but I think it's time for me to let you go." 

Later, the kids were busy with preparations for their own small, impromptu party with some old friends. They all stopped when Jack came downstairs wearing his tux, his cashmere overcoat folded over his arm. 

"Wow," breathed Becky. 

"Yeah, you look great, Dad." Jack, Jr. grinned. 

They followed Jack into the kitchen, where he retrieved a clear plastic box from the fridge containing one perfect, creamy gardenia tied with a silver ribbon. 

"Are you sure this corsage is okay?" he asked. 

"Yeah, it's perfect, Daddy. She'll love it," said Becky.

"I just didn't know if it was appropriate for the occasion. I mean, do people do this anymore?"

Amy smiled up at him and squeezed his arm. "I think it's great, Dad. Very romantic and sweet. Don't worry."

Jack smiled back at the impish little face. Amy had really come out of her shell with him the past couple days which delighted him. He wrapped her in a one-armed hug.

Becky reached around and hugged them both, giggling, and shouted, "Group hug!"

Jack looked at Jack, Jr. over the girls' heads and said, "Learn from the master, Jackson," eliciting even more laughter from the girls. 

A half hour later, he was standing at Suzanne's door, florist box in hand and butterflies in his stomach. When she opened the door, it was Jack's turn to lose his breath. She was wearing a silvery gray dress reminiscent of a 1950s movie star with a very full calf-length skirt, tight bodice, and a wide neckline that skimmed the edges of her shoulders and came to a V, front and back. 

"Wow!" he said, holding his hand to his heart. 

"Do you like it?" Suzanne asked, spinning in a circle on high black velvet heels, her skirt and black tulle petticoats swirling and rustling around her legs. 

"You're beautiful," Jack declared, catching her around the waist and planting a kiss on her lips. 

"Mmmm, you are too," Suzanne murmured, stepping back and pulling Jack's coat open to reveal his tuxedo and eyeing him appreciatively. "For me?" she asked, tilting her head toward the florist box.

Jack had forgotten he was holding it, so taken was he with the sight and sound and scent of Suzanne. 

"You bet." He grinned.

Taking the box and opening it, she reached inside and carefully extracted the delicate bloom, holding it by the stem. She stepped over to the mirror in the entryway and held it up to her dress. 

"It's perfect." She smiled at her reflection. "Almost as if you knew what I'd be wearing. Thank you, Jack. I love it." 

"I'm glad," said Jack, his doubts about the corsage vanishing.

Suzanne returned it to the box, explaining she would put it on once they got to the party, so as not to crush the fragile petals. She then donned a long, black velvet cape. Grabbing the florist box and her small evening bag, she slipped her arm through Jack's, and they were off. 

In the lobby of the hotel they checked their coats, and Suzanne swept into the ladies' room to pin on her corsage and give one last check to her makeup and hair. Jack stood waiting, rubbing his hands together as much in anticipation as from the cold outside. 

The party was held in the genteel old ballroom of the Peyton Grand. Creamy white walls flaunted ornate carvings and moldings from a bygone era. Crystal chandeliers graced the ceilings, the lights reflecting off the polished pendants. Guests were seated at large round tables draped with snowy cloths and already set for dinner with gold charger plates and flatware. Napkins folded to resemble swans graced each place setting, and iced bottles of champagne stood guard in silver coolers. Sparkling floral arrangements were centered on each table, and large bouquets of silver and gold helium balloons were anchored around the room. 

An orchestra set up at one end of the room was playing "Stardust" as Jack and Suzanne stepped through the big double doors into the room. 

"Oh, Jack," Suzanne breathed, taking in the shimmering spectacle. 

Jack watched her with delight, wanting nothing more at that moment than to gather her close and kiss those red satin lips. The thought that he might be falling in love squeezed his heart and set it hammering. Suzanne turned and smiled up at him, and the moment passed. 

Afterward, Jack would remember the party as a blur of colors and faces, voices, music, champagne, and always Suzanne dancing in his arms. They almost seemed to be standing still as the evening swirled and glittered and rushed around them. Scarcely a moment went by when they weren't touching at least their fingers. 

The band was playing "I Only Have Eyes for You," and Jack was holding Suzanne very close, the points of her breasts rubbing against his shirt front. He was dying to see what she had on underneath that dress, visions of corsets and garter belts, swimming through his brain. One of her hands was on the nape of his neck, her thumb whispering into the back of his hair now and then, her lips close to his ear. 

"I can't wait to be alone with you," she said. 

Jack pulled back and looked into Suzanne's eyes. 

"Come on," he said, taking her hand and tucking it into the crook of his arm. 

"Where are we going," Suzanne asked.

Jack grinned down at her. 

"It's a surprise," he said. 

They walked out into the hotel lobby and took the elevator to an upper floor, breathlessly staring into each other's eyes. Jack removed an access card from the inside breast pocket of his jacket and put it into the reader. He pushed the door open and held it as Suzanne slipped past him into the room. Jack let the door click shut behind him and went to stand behind Suzanne. 

Wrapping his arms around her waist, he leaned close to her ear and in a low voice asked, "Is this okay?" 

Suzanne leaned back against him, her head against his shoulder and nodded against his neck. 

"It's perfect," she whispered, surveying the room in the golden glow of the lamps on either side of the king-size bed, the champagne chilling in a bucket on the dresser, the French doors leading to a balcony, the curtains open to the black night. 

Suzanne covered Jack's arms around her waist with her own and held them there for a moment before clasping one of his hands between her own and pressing the palm to her chest just above her left breast. 

Jack felt the trip hammer of her heart beating rapidly beneath her ribs.

"Nervous?" he asked.

"Yeah," Suzanne replied. "Are you?"

"Maybe a little," Jack murmured, kissing the side of her neck. "Do you want to go back to the party until midnight?"

Suzanne turned in his arms to face him, wrapping her arms around his neck. 

"No," she said. "Do you?"

Jack shook his head and dipped to kiss Suzanne's lips, pulling her tight against him. His fingers played over her tight bodice, then caressed the satiny skin of her back above it. Their kisses deepened, mouths seeking and hungry, tongues grazing. Suzanne's hands trailed across Jack's chest and up under his jacket, pushing it from his shoulders. Then she turned her attention to his bowtie. 

"Mmmm. Very sexy," she said, pulling it loose. 

"My tie?" Jack chuckled.

"Uh-huh," Suzanne replied releasing his collar button and pressing her lips to his throat.

Meanwhile, Jack had been fumbling around the back of Suzanne's dress looking for some type of closure. 

"You got a zipper or something, honey?" he asked. 

Suzanne stepped back, a teasing smile curving her lips, and very calmly removed the pin from her corsage and lifted the blossom to her nose, her eyes never leaving Jack's. She laid the bloom on the dresser, and lifted her hands to one armpit, found the tiny zipper pull and tugged it down to her waist. Then she raised her arms, apparently waiting for him to lift the dress over her head. 

Jack was breathless as he grasped the hem of the dress and pulled it up, careful not to catch Suzanne's hair. She stood before him wearing a strapless black corset and a black petticoat, which she reached behind her to unfasten and let fall to the floor. Jack was hard as a rock and aching just from looking at her. The corset pushed her breasts up, forming creamy swells over the top of it. Garter straps held the lacy tops of her sheer black stockings. 

Turning away from Jack, Suzanne stepped carefully out of the petticoat circle and bent to pick it up, showing off smooth, rounded buttocks tethered by a black lace g-string. 

Jack groaned, "Such a tease."

Tossing her petticoat onto a chair, along with her dress, Suzanne smiled.

"You love it, don't you, Jack?"

"Yeah, I do," he said with a grin, grabbing her by her upper arms and pulling her against him. "I just hope you can take it as well as you give it." 

He crushed Suzanne's mouth with his own, ravishing her, drinking in her scent. His hands traveled down her back to squeeze her buttocks, pulling her firmly against his hardness, delighting in the tiny whimper in her throat. Her body molded itself to his, one of her hands clutched in the back of his hair, the other bunched in the back of his shirt, pulling it from his pants. 

As Suzanne's cool hands slipped under his shirt and up his bare back, Jack's arousal increased. He couldn't get enough of her. He wanted to possess her fully. Still clasping her luscious ass, he kneaded the flesh, feeling her muscles ripple under her skin. Pushing his hands lower along the crevasse, he curled his fingers around the lobes of flesh and found the slippery, wet heat at her core.

Suzanne sagged in his arms, her knees nearly buckling, and moaned into his mouth.

"Jack, I need to sit down."

Smiling, Jack bent over and wrapped his arms around Suzanne's thighs, forcing her body over his shoulder as he stood up, causing her to shriek. He carried her that way to the bed and flopped her over onto the mattress. She lay there, sprawled before him, arms flung above her head, smiling and watching him through heavy-lidded eyes. 

It was Jack's turn to tease. He began by removing his cufflinks and then his shirt studs one at a time, leisurely laying each on the dresser beside Suzanne's corsage. He grinned at Suzanne, his eyes rarely leaving hers, as she raised herself up on her elbows, returning his gaze. Shrugging out of his shirt, he tossed it on a chair. 

The slow journey of Suzanne's eyes from Jack's face to his chest, down his abdomen, to linger on the obvious tent in his pants, made his breath catch in his throat. 

Raising one hand, Suzanne crooked her pointer finger toward herself and murmured, "C'mere."

"Hm-mm," Jack shook his head. "Not so fast," he said, unbuckling his belt and unfastening the button on his pants. 

He turned to the bottle of champagne to open it, while still watching Suzanne in the mirror above the dresser. Raising her eyebrows, she sat up and tossed her hair back, running her fingers through it then down the sides of her neck and chest to the top of her corset. She released three or four of the small hook and eyes, holding Jack's gaze in the mirror. Jack could barely tear his eyes away as Suzanne released two more hooks and the valley between her breasts came into view. She toed off one shoe and then the other, letting them thump to the floor.

Jack popped the cork and splashed champagne into one of the flutes. He took a sip, then set the glass on the dresser and turned back to Suzanne. Unzipping his pants, he let them fall to the floor and stepped out of them. He stood before her wearing only boxers and socks, his erection even more pronounced than it had been before. 

His breathing became ragged as he watched Suzanne undo the rest of the hooks. The corset fell open, revealing her gorgeous breasts, the dark pink nipples standing erect and proud. She leaned back on her hands, her stockinged legs crossed. 

"Thirsty?" Jack asked, carrying the flute of champagne to her. 

He held the glass against her lips and tipped it much too quickly for Suzanne to swallow, and the golden liquid overflowed in two thin streams from either side of her mouth. It ran down her chin, then her neck and onto her breasts. She gasped as the coolness assaulted her warm skin.

"Oops," said Jack.

Settling himself on the edge of the bed, he leaned forward and licked the wetness from one side of her chin and then the other. He kissed her lips briefly before slicking his tongue down the side of her neck, tasting her champagne skin, lingering at the swell of a breast, licking and sucking a hot trail. 

"Oh, God, Jack," Suzanne gasped.

Her back arched, and she moaned softly as Jack's hot mouth found the other side of her neck and traced the damp line down to her other breast. His tongue moved in lazy circles, around the outer edge of her areola, making a slow spiral in to the nipple itself. He absently placed the glass on the bedside table and slipped his arms around Suzanne's waist, laying her back on the bed. Opening his mouth wide, Jack took as much flesh into his mouth as possible, drawing it in with his lips and tongue, gorging himself, feeling Suzanne shudder as he swallowed. Still sucking in, he drew his head backward in a slow, constant line, his teeth scraping lightly along the skin, then closing around the turgid nipple. 

Suzanne moaned and writhed beneath him, holding his head, her fingers twined in his hair. She arched against him as his name escaped her lips. He looked up at her and was taken by the aroused beauty of her flushed face. Jack leaned over her, letting one leg, then the other, slip between hers. He rested his body against hers, framed her face with his hands, and kissed her lips. 

"You are so beautiful," he whispered. 

She gazed into his eyes for a long moment, unblinking, and murmured, "I love you, Jack," and closed her eyes. 

Jack stayed very still, his breath caught, heart pounding, and breathed her name. He placed a gentle kiss on each eyelid and whispered her name again. He kissed her cheeks, the tip of her nose, her chin, whispering her name in between kisses, each murmur a prayer of gratitude, of wonder, of love. 

Her hands fluttered along his bare back, seemingly unsure of where to land. Her breath came in short gasps at the soft, sibilant shush of her name against her skin. Finally, she flung her arms back with abandon, being carried along on the waves of Jack's passion. A soft whimper escaped her lips, as his lips met the side of her neck. 




Santa Baby



His mouth nipped the fragrant, silky flesh, and then opened fully, cleaving to her, tasting her, before continuing on around to her throat, her collarbone. He felt her heart beat, rapid and strong, as he kissed the place where it lay inside her chest. He felt her sharp intake of breath as he drew a nipple sharply into his mouth again and began to suckle. He felt her hands in his hair, fingers weaving through the short strands. He felt her hips thrust up against his abdomen as his teeth clamped down on the pink nub and tugged. He watched goose bumps prickling her skin as his tongue trailed down her abdomen and dipped into her navel. 

Suzanne still wore her panties and stockings, the tops of which were hooked to her corset, which lay underneath her. Jack continued his course downward with his lips and tongue, and even his teeth, to her hip and on down to her thigh. She groaned as he sucked the skin at the junction where her thigh met her body. He kept moving, running his hands down her stockinged legs and back up to unsnap the garters. As he moved to free the other leg, his teeth scraped along the tender flesh of her inner thigh, eliciting a gasp from Suzanne that spurred him on. He pushed her knees up so that she was open to him with just a triangle of sheer lace covering her pussy. 

He slipped his hands beneath her to cup her buttocks and rubbed his cheek against her crotch, smelling her, absorbing her heat. He trailed his nose along her slit, feeling the moisture that had gathered there and was seeping through the lace. 

"Mmmmm, Suzanne," he said, his mouth against her mound. 

Opening wide, he covered her pussy with his mouth and exhaled, his hot breath flowing through the thin fabric. 

Suzanne's hands coiled in his hair, grasping at his head as she moaned. 

"Oh, please, Jack." 

He closed his mouth, over the crotch of her panties, letting his teeth scrape along her labia. Suzanne's body quivered as he nudged the damp scrap of fabric to the side with his nose and lips and finally plunged his tongue into her salty-sweet warmth. She seemed to be holding her breath as his lips closed around her clit and he sucked it into his mouth. 

"God, I'm on fire," Suzanne groaned.

He felt her fingers clench his hair and begin to pull, and he smiled against her flesh.

"Hurry, baby," he murmured. "Hurry."

The word seemed to echo in his mind back to Christmas Eve, when she had sung to him. Hurry. The first time he'd looked at her as a woman. That moment that had changed everything. Hurry.

Her panties were in the way, so Jack jerked them down her legs and pulled them off. He slipped his hands underneath her buttocks again and sunk his mouth into her. Her heat, her arousal, her obvious pleasure, were almost too much for him. As he felt her climax against him, he nearly lost it himself. He watched her over her mound, as the contractions subsided, and he felt her hands relax in his hair. Then she was pulling him upward, reaching, kissing him. 

Suzanne's hands trailed down his body to his cock and closed around it, guiding him to her opening. He paused there for a moment, as her hands slid around his waist and down to cup his buttocks, pulling him closer. He watched her face, their eyes locked, as he slipped easily into her, the perfect sheath. Her eyes drifted shut, and her mouth dropped open as Jack began to move. He closed his own eyes as he pulled back and drove himself home once more. Suzanne matched his rhythm, pushing up to meet his thrusts. 

Jack went still, orgasm imminent, his body tightening, clenching, his mind going fuzzy for a moment, then straining further into Suzanne, to fit more of himself inside her as he came. He groaned as her pussy spasmed around him, claiming this last bit of him, making him wholly hers. 

Surrender. The word drifted into Jack's brain on a shifting breeze of consciousness as his body relaxed and his senses returned to normal. He fell to the side of Suzanne's body and pulled her into his arms. 

"Thank you," he whispered.

Suzanne lifted her head, smiled, and kissed him. They lay twined together for some time, not speaking. Just touching and kissing sometimes and drowsing. 

A sudden whoosh and a boom jerked them both from their reverie. Suzanne squealed and leapt from the bed as a purple light flashed against the night sky outside the balcony doors. 

"Fireworks!" she exclaimed, reaching for Jack's discarded shirt. 

She thrust her arms into it and wrapped it around her body as she jerked open the doors and stepped outside. She squealed again as another volley, this time red and gold and orange, lit the sky. 

"Jack!" Suzanne called. "You have to come look."

Jack was just zipping his pants. He looked outside to see Suzanne gazing at the sky, her arms wrapped around her body. She had to be freezing, he thought. He pulled the spread from the bed and draped it over his own shoulders. Then, holding the two ends, he walked outside and enfolded Suzanne inside the blanket with him. He held her tight, pressing his warm body against hers. The fireworks continued, and then it began to snow. Jack had never seen fireworks in the snow before. He had always thought of them as summertime fare. It was magical, he thought, feeling the flakes melting on his upturned face while he watched fireworks all wrapped up with this woman he loved. Yes, he loved her.

Suzanne leaned her head back against Jack's shoulder.

"Beautiful," she sighed. 

"You're beautiful," Jack murmured, kissing the side of her neck. "Know what I was thinking about before?" he asked.

Suzanne shook her head.

"I was thinking about you singing that song for me. It seems like such a long time ago. Hard to believe it's only been a week, isn't it?"

She turned in his arms, inside the blanket, to face him and wrapped her arms around his waist. 

"And look at us now," Jack continued. "It all started with a song. I don't think I ever really saw you before that moment. I love you, Suzanne." 

Suzanne smiled.

"Happy New Year, Santa baby."

Suzanne and Jack kissed as the fireworks continued and the snow fell in the very first moments of that New Year. 

*******

The idea comes to me each time I finish my final editing that it really takes a village to write a story. It does for me, anyway. This story has been a whole year in the making, and I'd like to take this opportunity to thank each person who contributed to its existence along the way: Keef, Penny, Amber, and Mike. I would also like to thank David for his superb editing skills. 

Many, many thanks to the readers, as well. Without you, there would be no reason.

TK ♥ 



Santa Baby



A fantasy doesn't always stay in your mind.

I'm lying in bed naked, as instructed by her, under the covers. She told me to wait for a surprise but I can hardly keep still. It's a few nights before Christmas and we usually don't do presents this early. My girlfriend and I live together so we usually have a hers, mine, and us family kind of Christmas day so we do ours Christmas Eve. So here I lay, a few candles lighting the room, waiting to see what she's cooked up.

I know my waiting has come to an end when her long shapely leg comes out from behind the bathroom door. It's bare, looking soft and smooth, and she has red heels with a white fluff trim on. Her other leg follows, looking similar to the first, and she completely steps into view. The breath in my lungs escapes me at the sight of her. I'm instantly hard, my craving for her peaks, but I have a feeling that I'll have to wait. Her long legs go all the way up, ending at her narrow hips, every ivory curve highlighted in the candle light. A simple red lace thong, with a white frilly band along the top, covers her...barely. Her flat stomach shines faintly in the light, every muscle in her abs shifting as she moves, her belly chain reflecting light along the walls. Her small but firm breasts are held captive by a bikini top that earns the title of Wonder. With the theme that I've gathered it's no surprise the bra is red and has a white fluff trim around it. Most amazing to behold is the cloak she's wearing. Like everything else it's red with white trim, has long sleeves, goes down to the floor, and has a hood that's up and framing her gorgeous face. She has long brown hair and part of it is hiding half her face. She has hazel eyes and the one that I can see is glittering at me with mischief and a hint of nervousness. She has sharp features but they seem dulled due to her fair skin. She twirls around, the cloak and her hair flipping out then settling back into place as if by magic, as she moves to the foot of the bed.

"Merry Christmas honey." she says softly wrapping her hands around the bed post. "Enjoy the show." She lifts a remote and hits a button. Suddenly over the speakers in our room I hear a familiar tune. I'm in utter shock and a smile creeps onto my face when she starts singing. 

"Santa baby, just slip a sable under the tree, for me." she sings as she runs her finger down the front of her body while rocking her shoulders back and forth slowly.

"Been an awful good girl. Santa baby and hurry down the chimney tonight." she continues while she leans over, sticking her chest out, and flicking the cloak up behind her.

"Santa baby, a '54 convertible too, light blue. I'll wait up for you too. So hurry down the chimney tonight." she coos as she wraps the cloak around her, hiding her body, and does a shimmy down to the floor.

"Think of all the fun I've missed, think of all the fellows I haven't kissed." she blows a kiss at me. "Next year I could be just so good. If you check off my Christmas list." she sings as she stands back up and kicks her leg up.

"Santa baby, I want a yacht and really that's not a lot. Been an angel all year. Santa baby, so hurry down the chimney tonight." she lets the cloak fall to the floor as she sings.

"Santa baby, one little thing I really do need, the deed, to a platinum mine. Santa cutie and hurry down the chimney tonight." she purrs as she rubs her body with her hands and ends biting her finger.

"Santa cutie and fill my stocking with a duplex and checks. Sign your X on the line. Santa cutie and hurry down the chimney tonight. Come and trim my Christmas tree with some decorations bought at Tiffanys. I really do believe in you. Let's see if you believe in me." she sings as she runs her hands thru her hair.

"Santa baby, forgot to mention one little thing, a ring. I don't mean on the phone. Santa baby and hurry down the chimney tonight." her voice rings as her hands move from her hair to her hips, then up behind her, to the clasp of the top. She undoes it and holds it to her with one arm while the other slides the straps off. She keeps her arm in place so the top doesn't fall as she keeps swaying.

"Hurry down the chimney tonight." she whispers as her free hand pulls the top of the out and down just enough to see the little patch of hair above her vagina.

"Hurry down...tonight." at the end she drops the top and lets the bottoms fall to the ground. She's naked, her perfect body glistening in the light, her hair teased but still covering half her face with her hands on her hips. I have a childish grin on my face and I politely clap.

"Wow, baby, that was unbelievably sexy." I tell her, my hard-on still firm and full, while my eyes continue to drink up her image.

"Well we aren't done yet lover." she says playfully as she crawls onto the bed and moves towards me. She pulls the covers down so my dick is exposed. She eyes it hungrily, licking her lips, as she reaches for it. I put my hands behind my head and continue to watch the show. She grips my member softly, rubbing her thumb over the tip, enticing pre-cum to appear. Using her thumb she spreads it around the tip and works it down the head. Her grip tightens slightly as she slowly starts moving her hand up and down. After a short time she begins to twist her wrist back and forth. She kneels between my legs and moves her mouth just above my dick. She sticks her tongue out and lightly circles the tip, then she flicks it over my tip quickly, while continuing to stroke me. Increasing her speed and tighten her grip she traces her tongue down the bottom of my shaft. She goes down to my balls and comes back up. I'm moaning loudly, looking down into her eye, the other still covered by her hair.

She stops stroking me when her mouth gets back up to the head of my penis. She lets a small amount of saliva drip down onto my dick before she opens her mouth and lowers her head down. She takes me deep into her mouth, I slide in easily, and she begins to work her tongue around my dick. I reach down to grab her hair and she bats my hand away.

"No, you're on the naughty list, no touching for you." she says coldly but playfully. I laugh out loud at her little joke and resume watching her. She takes me back into her mouth, working quicker, sucking hard and fast. Her hands caress my legs as I go deeper and deeper into her mouth. I close my eyes and lean my head back, feeling that feeling, knowing I'm close.

"Oh baby I'm close." I say as my breathing becomes shallower. She moans loudly, the sensation vibrating thru me, pushing me over the edge. "Yes baby!" She removes her mouth and strokes me as I orgasm, shooting into the air, it landing on me and her hand. She doesn't stop stroking, my cum covering my dick and her hand, until no more comes out. I breathe deeply as she sits there smiling at me.

"Merry Christmas baby." she says in her soft voice.

Best Christmas present ever!

The End

Comments, even constructive, are always welcome! 



Santa Baby



It was the last Friday night before Christmas, and the pub was packed with office workers intent on celebrating the Christmas spirit by getting as drunk as they could manage. Slade were belting out 'Merry Xmas Everybody' over the speakers and the whole pub was raucously joining in with the chorus. People were kissing under pieces of plastic mistletoe and more than one office romance would begin, and probably end, that evening.

The group that had grabbed a table to the side of the bar were typical of the customers in the pub. Working at one of the companies in the neighbouring office block, they were doing what such groups do; trying to chat up the new girl in accounts, telling dirty stories that were now banned in the office, complaining about their boss and grumbling about their salaries. The ringleader was a large man; just the wrong side of 30, hair beginning to grey at the temples, carrying a bit more weight than he should, but with a seemingly inexhaustible fund of jokes. The table was rocking with laughter after one of his stories, when he announced he had to go to the toilet. 

'Just going to take the weight off my mind,' he yelled, and fought his way through the crowd to the toilet. By the time he emerged, Chris Rea was singing 'Driving Home For Christmas' and he felt a pang as he remembered he wouldn't be driving home for Christmas this year, following the death of his widowed mother earlier in the year. He reached the table just as Wham started singing 'Last Christmas', and he felt another small stab of regret as he remembered that last Christmas, he and Adele were still together.

'Time for another one, what's left in the kitty?' he asked. He gathered up the remaining notes and coins from the glass which had held the money they had all chipped in, and headed for the bar. Elbowing his way to the front, he found himself next to a girl who seemed to be having a hard time getting the barman's attention. He looked at her from the side and he thought she looked nice; blonde shoulder length hair, a pretty face, and lovely lips. He said to her, 'You have to grab their attention somehow, they won't notice you otherwise.' 

She turned to him and said, 'What did you say? The music is so loud.' He was startled by her piercing blue eyes. 

He bent his head closer to her just as 'Do They Know It's Christmas' started up. 

'I said, you have to ..., never mind, can I buy you a drink?'

She shook her head, 'No, it's OK, I can get my own, thanks.'

He waved at one of the harassed barmen and shouted, 'Three pints of lager, two Guinness, two bitter, two white wines.'

The barman started to pour the beers, and the man turned to the girl, 'I'm in the chair now, what would you like?.'

She hesitated and then said, 'OK, a white wine please, but I'll give you the money.'

'Make that three white wines, mate.' he yelled at the barman, who nodded. He turned back to the girl and grinned, 'Sorry love, your money's no good here.' 

'No, please let me pay.' she said over Tina Turner growling through 'Merry Christmas Baby.' 

'What's your name?' he asked her.

'Chrissy.'

'Luke,' he said, 'Pleased to meet you Chrissy.'

The barman had finished the order and found him a tray to carry the drinks on. He gave her one of the glasses of white wine and said, 'Merry Christmas, Chrissy.'

'You too, Luke, won't you let me pay for my drink?'

'Nah, it's on us, by the way, you've got lovely eyes.'

She went pink and ducked her head away. Luke smiled to himself and thought, just my luck, somewhere else, some other time, I would have asked her out. He watched as Chrissy moved away from the bar and he lost sight of her in the crowd. He managed to carry the tray back to the table without spilling too much, and everybody grabbed their drinks and sang along with the Jackson 5's 'Santa Claus is Comin' To Town.' 

Over at the bar a barman rang a bell and yelled, 'Last orders, if you please.'

Luke looked at his watch and decided it was time to get going. He had ordered a minicab for 11 o'clock and he didn't want to miss it. Shaking hands with the guys, and kissing the girls' on the cheek, he said 'Merry Christmas' to everyone and pushed through the crowd to the door. He was surprised to see that snow had started to fall whilst they had been in the pub. He thought it had been a good idea to book a minicab for tonight, as it would be impossible to find a taxi tonight. He pulled his coat tight around him, looked for his cab and spotted it across the road. He ran over to it and gratefully jumped into the back seat. 

As the cab began to move away, he spotted a girl trying to hail a taxi and he thought he recognised her. He asked the driver to stop and yelled 'Chrissy, is that you?' through the open window, 'it's me, Luke, where are you going?'

She turned and recognised him, 'I'm getting a taxi.'

'You'll be lucky tonight, and at this time and with this snow. Where are you heading?'

She looked around, hoping a taxi would materialise out of the snow. 

'I'm going to Twickenham.'

'Hey, I'm going to Kingston, let me give you a lift, it's right on the way.'

She looked around one more time and the snow was coming down harder.

The driver said, 'I've got to go now, I have another fare to pick up soon.'

'Just give me a minute, will you?' Luke said. 'Come on, Chrissy, you're freezing out there. Let me give you a lift.'

She did feel cold, and it was clear the snow was getting much heavier, 'OK, that's so kind of you. Thank you.'

Luke leaned over and opened the other passenger door and Chrissy climbed inside, carrying what looked like a duffle bag with her.

She gave the driver her address, and he said to Luke, 'That will cost you extra.'

'It's OK, don't worry, let's go.'

Chrissy turned to Luke and said, 'Let me give you some money for the cab, please?'

'It's on expenses tonight, so don't worry.'

'Thank you. Luke, wasn't it?'

'Yep, Luke the Duke, that's me.'

He stuck his hand out and Chrissy leaned over to shake it. She thought how small and light her hand felt in Luke's massive paw. She had noticed how large he was in the pub, but here in the back seat of the cab, wrapped up in his coat, he reminded her of a big brown bear. Elton John's 'Step Into Christmas', was playing softly on the radio and with the snow outside, it did feel like that. She was grateful for the lift as she didn't know how she would have got home otherwise. The weather forecast had been completely wrong as usual, claiming that London wouldn't get any snow. 

'So, Chrissy, what were you doing at the pub tonight?'

'Oh, I had arranged to meet a girlfriend there, but she didn't turn up, something else came up,' she said. She wasn't going to tell him the truth, of course.

'That's a shame, Chrissy, what do you do?'

'I'm an actress, well, a wannabe actress to be honest. I'm taking acting and dancing classes right now, and go for some auditions, but maybe, one day, I'll be a proper actress. I do pub work to pay my way.' She thought, well the last bit is sort of true.

'That sounds great. Me, I dance like an ox. Some people say I act like an ox, too.'

She laughed, 'That's not true.'

'What? That I don't dance like an ox, or don't act like one?'

She looked at him more closely and she thought he looked pretty good. He was a bit older than guys she normally liked and could do with losing a few pounds, but he was a good looker in a slightly crumpled way. She had already seen there was no ring in his finger, and he had a slightly lonely air about himself, but she had him pegged as a genuine guy.

'Neither, I would say. I know plenty of big blokes who are light on their feet, and I don't think you look like an ox either.'

'Good answer, Chrissy.'

Bing Crosby began to croon 'White Christmas' in the background as Chrissy spoke, 'What took you to the pub, Luke?'

'Christmas drinks with the guys from work. We're in the office block behind the pub. We're a regional office for an indian telecoms company. Pretty boring really.'

Chrissy said, 'Oh, I love India.' She giggled, 'Well, I love Bollywood, to be honest. The dancing, the songs, the colours, it's wonderful.'

Luke smiled at the enthusiasm, 'Have you ever been there? To India. I mean.'

'No, but I would love to, it's a dream of mine.'

'I've been to Delhi, and Mumbai a couple of times with work. It's so different from here, I like it, I must admit.'

Chrissy looked out of the window and recognised they were close to her street.

'Here is just fine, driver.' she said and he began to slow down.

'Chrissy, I know this sounds corny, but can I have you phone number? I mean, we might go for a drink sometime?'

Chrissy froze, she didn't want to brush the guy off, he was nice and had given her the lift home, so she rattled off a number and said, 'Thanks again, Luke, for the lift, it was really nice of you.' On an impulse, she leant across and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

'Bye, Luke,' she said, pulled her duffel out of the cab and quickly vanished into the snow and darkness.

Luke settled back in the seat and smiled, at least I got her phone number. The Pogues and Kirsty MacColl sang 'Fairytale Of New York' to him all the way home.

Luke woke late the next morning, but it was Saturday so, who cared? He had the predictable hangover and bad stomach, which he self medicated with aspirin and a bacon sandwich. He groaned to himself when he remembered he had the rugby club Christmas Gentlemen's Evening to attend later on. He knew it would be a heavy session and he wondered if it was still worth going. He had played for the club until a couple of seasons ago, when a dislocated shoulder needed surgery and the surgeon convinced him he should finally give up. That was when he started to put on some weight, and he realised he would have to do something about it soon.

He went to watch them a few times, but it was playing, not watching, that interested him. He always bought a ticket for the Christmas event, primarily to keep in touch with people he'd played with. It was always a sadly predictable affair; black tie, men only, a three course dinner - probably steak and chips, a couple of blue comedians, strippers and some kind of novelty act. Everyone would get supremely drunk and declare it a great night. For the first time Luke wondered if he was really up for it. He decided to wait until later to make up his mind.

Chrissy woke early; she had a class to go in the morning, and a lunchtime audition. She would then have time to get ready for the show tonight. she thought back to last night and how nice Luke had been to offer her the lift. A lot of people wouldn't have bothered to do that. He was good looking and even if the offer of a drink had been clumsy, she had known far worse approaches. She wondered if she had been right to give him the number, but it was too late now to undo anything. She spent a long time to get ready, and, as she headed off, she asked herself if she had the energy to do the class, the audition and then the show tonight. She decided to make her mind up later on, after the audition.

Luke had written Chrissy's number down as soon as he got home. He had a knack for remembering numbers so he knew he would keep it in his head for a while, but didn't trust his memory to last until the next day. He thought, should I call her? Is it too pushy to ring straight away? Would she think I was desperate? He picked up and put down the phone several times before he finally decided to call. He heard the dialling tone and then, 'The number you have dialled is not recognised...' He must have misdialed, he thought. He tried again, and got the same message. He knew he had remembered the number correctly, and so, when it happened for a third time, he realised she had given him a fake number.

His face burned at how stupid he had been. How could he have been so dumb to believe she would have given him her real number. She had played him after he had given her the lift, what a cow. In frustration, he tore up the slip of paper with the number on and, he decided to go tonight and get steamed and forget last night's embarrassment.

Chrissy got home from the audition feeling exhausted. It hadn't gone well and she had nearly thumped the pig of a casting director when he called her too scraggy for the part. She dumped her bag on the sofa and slammed her fist into the arm. Not for the first time she thought she should give it all up, go home to Norfolk and give her family the pleasure of saying 'I told you so.' She wearily got up, looked at her reflection in the mirror, and said out loud, 'Fuck you all, I'm not going to be beaten.' She would do the show tonight, because that's what you needed to do in this business when you got knocked down, get straight back up, so you can get knocked down again.

Luke dragged his tux out of the wardrobe. He hadn't worn it for a few months and it was a little tighter than he remembered. He could still fit into it though, and damn it if he didn't still look good in it. He called a cab and then made himself a gin and tonic to while away the time until the cab arrived. 

Chrissy did her makeup carefully. It was for the show, so everything was a bit more dramatic than usual. She sighed as she thought that it wouldn't really matter because nobody would be looking at her makeup anyway. She dressed in her usual casual clothes, put her show outfit in her duffle and headed out the door to get her cab. 

Luke arrived at the club just in time to have a beer before the dinner and immediately bumped into a group of his ex teammates. He decided he was glad he had come, it was good to catch up and have some beers with the guys. The dinner was as he had predicted, steak and chips, but it was served rare, as he liked it, so it wasn't all bad. The entertainment started with a comedian who Luke had seen once or twice on TV, but the material tonight would never have been able to be shown on TV, post watershed or not. The audience was roaring though, and he finished to a standing ovation. A pair of strippers were next, and it was traditional for the youngest first team player there to be part of the entertainment. He wasn't keen but to back out would have meant a lot of ribbing and worse from the other players. The girls had his clothes off fast and the lad gamely played his part and left the stage with his hands over his groin to loud applause.

The MC walked onto the stage and asked for quiet. 'Please put your hands together for an amazing act, Miss Santa.' The sound of Eartha Kitt singing 'Santa Baby' came from the speakers and and a girl in a red Father Christmas outfit danced onto the stage. She began to dance and writhe around an imaginary pole on stage and began to take off the suit bit by bit. So far so ordinary, Luke thought. One of Luke's old teammates came up behind him and whispered if he was interested in a game in a couple of weeks time. Luke said, thanks but no thanks, to him and so when he turned back, the girl was down to her scarlet knickers and was facing away from the audience. On the very last beat of Santa Baby she turned round and whipped off her knickers, to reveal a large cock. There was a howl of disbelief and good natured laughter from the audience as they realised what it was. Luke laughed too, and then as he looked at the girl's face and saw a pair of piercing blue eyes, he realised, with a jolt that hit him like an electric shock, that it was Chrissy.

Chrissy stood there smiling as the laughter and applause washed over her. She was glad it had gone well, as these evenings could go one way or the other. There had been nights when the crowd had turned ugly when they realised what she was. She didn't like doing these shows, but they, and the drag nights she did in pubs, paid enough for her acting classes and the rent on her small flat. She casually scanned the audience and then she thought, 'Shit, that's Luke from last night. Fuck, it can't be.' But she knew it was, she couldn't mistake him, it was really Luke, and by the look on his face, he had recognised her too. 

Her heart rate jumped and she told herself to calm down, so what if he did recognise her? That was just a coincidence, no harm done, we'll never meet again, so there's nothing to worry about. She gathered up her gear and walked off the stage. If the reaction from the crowd was good, she would stay and mingle afterwards to try to get some tips. If it wasn't good she would shoot off straight away. Tonight, the reaction had been so good she decided to stay. If she met Luke, that would be OK, she guessed he wouldn't cause a fuss here. She put her knickers and heels back on, tucked herself and waited for the acts to finish. When it was over, the strippers and her would circulate amongst the audience at the bar and often enough, notes would be pushed into the top of their knickers. The strippers would always get more, but she got a surprising amount as well on a good night. 

She knew she would get touched up as well, but again, not as badly as the strippers. She smiled as she thought her breasts were as good as the strippers, and in the case of some of the older girls, a good deal better. She was doing well tonight, five pound notes and even a twenty from some guy who was so drunk, he probably thought it was a fiver. She was about to go when she heard from behind her, 'So we meet again, Chrissy, or is it Miss Santa?

She turned slowly, expecting to get some abuse, but she was astounded to see Luke with a broad smile on his face. She realised how big he was when she had to crick her neck to look up at his face. She also thought the tax he was wearing made him look good enough to to eat, and there was a lot to eat. 

'Er, Hi, Luke, nice to see you.' she could see a couple of guys looking curiously at Luke as he spoke to her. 

'It's good to see you too, Chrissy, although I didn't think we would meet again quite so soon.'

'No, me neither.' she said, nervously.

'Nice trick with the phone number, though, had me fooled.'

'Yeah, well, I'm sorry about that, but you know... there was something you didn't know about me and I thought it was for the best.'

Luke smiled and Chrissy thought he had a really nice smile. In the background, Brenda Lee was 'Rockin' Around The Christmas Tree.'

'Yes, I for sure didn't know that you were an exotic actress and dancer.'

'No, that's not what I mea...'

He grinned and she realised he was teasing her.

'Look Luke, if you don't mind, I would like to get dressed and get on my way, it was nice to see you.'

'The thing is, Chrissy, I would still like to have that drink with you sometime, if that's possible.'

'What? Are you taking the piss?' she said angrily.

'No. I'm not joking. Just meet me for a drink. Nothing more, I promise. You choose the place and time.'

'Why?'

'To tell you the truth, I'm not sure myself. I would just like to get to know you a little.'

'And if I don't want to?'

'It's your choice, Chrissy. I would be sad if you didn't, but it that's what you want.' 

Luke turned to go. Chrissy grabbed him by the arm, took a deep breath and said, 'Wait, I didn't say no. How about one o'clock tomorrow, the Anglers, by Teddington Lock.'

'OK. I know it, one o'clock tomorrow, see you then.'

Luke turned and went back to the bar, to be questioned closely by the guys there. Chrissy wondered how he would deal with that. She also wondered why she had said yes to meeting him. She liked him, that's for sure and he was very good looking she had decided; but why did he want to meet her? To get his own back? Maybe he wouldn't show tomorrow and be at home having a good laugh at her. Maybe that's what he was telling his mates now, how he was getting his own back on her for the trick she had played on him. Somehow, she didn't believe it, or want to believe it, perhaps. Somewhere behind her, Elvis was kicking off 'Blue Christmas'.




Santa Baby



The snow hadn't cleared by the next morning, and Luke decided to walk to the pub. He lived on the opposite bank of the river, but he would take the footbridge across the river to the pub. It was one of those clean, clear, ice blue skies you get in winter sometimes, and it reminded him of Chrissy's eyes. He arrived at the pub ten minutes before one o'clock, and managed to grab a small table just off the bar as someone left.

Kanye West was singing about 'Christmas in Harlem' as he bought himself a beer and sat down to wait. He felt nervous and told himself she would probably not turn up. He had bought a newspaper on the way and he scanned it as he waited. He looked at his watch at ten past one and he thought, she's not coming, just as he spotted her looking around in the bar. 

'Chrissy,' he called, 'over here,'

Chrissy heard him call her name from across the bar and he was waving a newspaper at her. God, he was big, you couldn't really miss him anywhere. He looked as if he was going to shake her hand but then pulled out the chair for to sit down. She stood on tiptoe, kissed his cheek and he looked embarrassed for a second.

'What would like to drink, Chrissy?'

She asked for a white wine which he brought back from the bar with another beer for himself.

'I'm glad you came.' he said.

Chrissy took a sip of her wine and said, 'Are you? Why? I still don't understand why you wanted to meet me at all, especially after last night.'

'Does there have to be a reason? I liked you, and that's why I asked you out for a drink.'

'Luke, listen, I have had some really bad experiences with men, for different reasons. Some can't handle what I am, some think they can and they can't, and some are just too keen on what I am. Either way it doesn't make for such a great relationship. That's why I ask the question.'

Luke took a long drink of his beer before speaking. 

'Chrissy, I can understand that, but I can't prove or disprove my intentions. Why don't we start again, just two people meeting for a drink? See where that takes us?'

Chrissy looked at him and tried to read his face. She thought she was good at working out people from their body language, but this time, she saw nothing. Luke seemed open and nothing about him screamed weirdo, but she knew that was no guarantee. She decided to give him the benefit of the doubt.

'OK, Luke, that sounds good. Now, I am going to buy you a drink this time. Same again?'

Luke nodded and she went to get their drinks. It gave him a chance to think about what she had said. Why was he doing this? On Friday night he liked her enough to ask her out, but she turned him down. He thought he now understood why, and he didn't mind that so much. Sure, he had been stunned to see her last night, but after the initial shock died away, he was fascinated by her. He didn't fully understand why, but that's how it was.

Chrissy returned from the bar and they said, 'Cheers,' and clinked glasses. Frank Sinatra was singing 'I'll be Home for Christmas' and Luke again felt a sting as he remembered he wouldn't be going home this year.

'What will you do for Christmas, Chrissy? God, that's not too easy to say after three pints.'

She laughed and thought he made her smile easily. He had that huge frame, yet he was sweet and kind, and sort of gentle too. Nat King Cole's 'The Christmas Song' had started and his voice made her think of melting chocolate.

'Yeah, I had a crush on Chrissy Tiegen, the American model, and liked the name.'

'It's not your real name, then?'

'Well, I was born Christopher, so, it wasn't a great stretch to use Chrissy as my stage name.'

'Chrissy's nice, but what will you do for Christmas?'

'Not much, my family are in Norfolk and I'm working Christmas eve, so I won't be going up there. For the best really, they are still not that keen on this.' She gestured down her body, and Luke thought for the first time how difficult it must have been for her. 

'How about, you Luke? How will you spend Christmas?'

He paused, unsure about how much he wanted to share with her, and then decided to bare all.

'We used to spend Christmas with my mum, but she died earlier this year. My dad died a long while ago, so I won't be going there this year.' 'You said, 'we', Luke. Are you married?'

'Sorry, slip, of the tongue. Divorced, again, earlier this year. She ran off with her personal trainer. It's been a hell of a year, all things considered.' he thought that was close enough to the truth for the time being. 

'That's awful, Luke. I'm sorry to hear that.' Do you have any kids?' 'No, so that made it easier.'

A silence followed between them, each unsure where to go next. 

Luke asked, 'Why are you working Christmas Eve?'

'Got to pay the rent and for classes, they don't come cheap. It's a drag show, I do those as well as things like last night. Different crowd, it's party night at one of the gay clubs in town.'

Chrissy began to feel more comfortable with Luke, despite her misgivings. He listened and didn't interrupt, was interested in her and didn't spend the entire time talking about him. She still couldn't work him out, but she felt it was OK so far. 

'Do you have acting work lined up?' he asked.

'I was up for a part yesterday,' she said, 'but the casting director was a pig, told me I was scraggy.'

Luke laughed.

'What's funny,' she demanded, her hackles rising.

'I'm sorry, but from what I saw last night, scraggy is the last word I would have chosen to describe you. You are gorgeous.'

She sat back and wondered what to make of that. Was this where it all went weird?

Seeing the look on her face, Luke said, 'I'm sorry, maybe I shouldn't have said that. I apologise if I upset you.'

It was her turn to smile, 'Luke, no girl gets upset if a guy calls her gorgeous, trust me.'

They both smiled at each other.

'Have you eaten yet, Chrissy? If you haven't, we could go get something?'

She hesitated and then said. 'No, I haven't. It would be nice to eat something. But do you have the time?'

He grinned, 'Christmas holiday started yesterday, no more work until the new year.'

'You're lucky.'

They walked past the church and up to the high street. She looked into one of the shop windows and saw their reflections, him so large and her so small. She thought they looked odd but somehow sweet together. The snow had started again and she wished she had worn something warmer. He noticed and said, 'You're shivering, here, take this.' Shrugging off his coat, and, over her protests, he wrapped her inside it. It swamped her, but she felt the warmth from his body and it felt nice to be looked after by somebody. 

They quickly ducked into a restaurant and found a table and Chrissy laughed about wearing his coat. 'I felt like a baby wrapped up inside it, it was nice of you, thank you.'

Luke smiled, it had been a while since he could look after someone like that, and it made him feel good. They quickly ordered and a silence descended, but a more comfortable one this time. Dean Martin was singing 'Let It Snow' as they looked outside, and the snow had started to fall heavily again.

Chrissy broke the silence by asking, 'What took you to the do last night? Are you a rugby player?'

'No, I'm not really big enough,' he said straight faced, and then grinned. She laughed too, as he went on, 'Yes, I played at school and then for the club until my shoulder told me I should quit about a year ago.'

She asked where he was from, and he told her about his childhood in Yorkshire, public school, University, the army and then into business. He told her about meeting Adele, and how they drifted apart and then the shock of her leaving him. He felt alright telling Chrissy this, and he realised how long it had been since he had told anyone about himself in such a way. 

Jose Feliciano began to wish everyone 'Feliz Navidad' as Luke asked her where she came from. Chrissy thought, OK, he asked, why not. She told him about Norfolk, her struggle with her identity, the bullying, the abuse, the number of times she was expelled from school. He listened patiently, as the food arrived and he ordered a bottle of white wine to go with the food. She suddenly felt she needed to tell him everything and it all tumbled out in a flurry of words. How acting had given her an escape from it all and how she finally realised that she wanted to be a girl. 

She paused to sip her wine but really to see how he was reacting to her story. He didn't seem to be alarmed by what she was saying, so she plunged on. She told about the struggles with her family and how she finally left home and came down to London. The sessions with doctors and counsellors, the hormones and the boob job she had got done in Thailand. The depressions and the suicide of a close TG friend, the bit parts in TV commercials and a walk on part in a soap that kept her interest in acting alive. The drag shows and hen parties that kept her afloat so she could do her classes and auditions. The abuse and a bad beating she had from a guy who hadn't realised she was TG. She finished just as Sinead O'Connor was singing 'Silent Night' and Chrissy felt tears pricking her eyes as that ethereal voice seemed to reach inside her.

She felt Luke pick up her hand, and she didn't take it away. His hand swamped hers and she liked that feeling as she blinked back the tears. 'I'm sorry, I don't do this all the time', she said. 

'It's alright, I don't mind,' he said, and he noticed she let him keep hold of her hand. They had finished the food and coffees by this time and he realised the staff were looking to clear away. 

Luke took a deep breath and said, 'Chrissy, look no pressure, but I live just across the river. We could go back there if you like. If you don't, I understand.'

She looked at him, bit her lip and said, 'OK.'

They walked across the footbridge and along the river bank towards Kingston. He had insisted she wear his coat, and she reluctantly accepted as it was snowing hard again. She couldn't believe he wasn't feeling the cold, but it didn't seem to worry him. He zipped up his fleece and insisted he was fine. Somewhere he slipped his arm around her, and she let him pull her close to him. She looked up at his face and he was smiling, even as the snow piled up on his head. They came to a row of houses facing the river and he said, 'We're here.' He opened the door of one of the houses, and she hesitated on the threshold as she debated whether to cut and run. Instead, she walked in and Luke took the coat from her and hung it up in the hallway. 

He showed her into a big living room that had a view out over the river, which you could now barely see through the snow. Luke asked her what she wanted to drink, and said he would have a brandy to help him warm up. She said 'Yes, I would like one too,' even though she didn't normally drink brandy. There was a fire made up with logs in the fireplace, and he lit it and the room was soon full of the smell and sounds of the fire. He brought the brandies and came to stand next to her at the window as they watched the snow drifting down. It was getting dark and soon she couldn't see anything except the snow. Chrissy saw an iPod on a dock and she pressed play, and had to laugh as 'Santa Baby' boomed out from the speakers.

'Did you set that up, Luke?' she said, still laughing. 'I'm not doing a repeat performance,' she giggled. 

Luke loved the sound of her giggle and he knew he wanted to hear that time and time again if he could. He felt that if this was going to go anywhere she would need to know the truth. He touched his glass with hers and took a sip of the brandy, which was smooth to the tongue and then fired up in his throat and the warmth began to spread throughout his body. Chrissy took a sip and coughed as it burned her throat.

'Oh my God,' she gasped as she saw him laughing. She hit him on the arm, 'Don't laugh at me you monster, I wasn't expecting that.'

Just as John Lennon and Yoko launched into 'Happy Xmas' her phone rang. She glanced at it and saw it was her agent. What the hell was she calling her for on a Sunday? She said that she should really answer this. Luke turned down the music and tried not to listen as Chrissy answered the call. He watched her as she listened and a look of disbelief on her face was replaced with a broad smile. Luke's heart leapt as he watched the joy on her face, and he knew he was falling for her.

She turned to him, her eyes gleaming and her hand up to her mouth. 'I told you about the audition yesterday, the one with the pig of a casting director? That was my agent, the director fired the casting director and wants me for the part. Rehearsals start the first week of January.'

Luke jumped up and said, 'That's brilliant news, well done, Chrissy.'

Without thinking about it she grabbed him for a hug, and pulled him close to her. His arms went round her tentatively at first, and then he held her tight. She looked up at him and she put her arms around his neck and pulled him down for a kiss. 

Luke was surprised as she kissed him and for a moment he hesitated, but then he started to kiss her back and it went on and on. Their tongues fought each other and Luke felt her arms tight around his neck. Chrissy broke off and said, 'I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done that.'

She sat down on the sofa and Luke sat next to her.

'I'm not sorry,' he said, 'I enjoyed it.' 

She looked at him, unwilling to believe him. 

He took her hand and said, 'There's something you need to know before we go any further.

Her heart sank, 'What? You're still married?'

'No, definitely not,' he said, 'I'm divorced alright. It's just that the reason for the divorce isn't as simple as I told you.'

He paused and looked away, 'I had begun to lose my attraction for Adele, and I wasn't sure why. I met someone at work, and we both felt something for each other, and well, one thing led to another and one afternoon, Adele came home unexpectedly, and found us in bed together. There was a terrible scene and she walked out on me. She did run off with her trainer, but that was later.'

Chrissy sat back and said, 'OK, that's sad, but it happens all the time, why is that a big deal?'

Luke looked away again, 'Well, it wasn't a female colleague, it was a man I was in bed with.'

Chrissy stared at him, 'You're gay?'

He went pink and said, 'Really, I don't know. I guess I am if I end up in bed with another man.' 

Her hand went to her mouth, 'Oh Luke, you are priceless.'

'What do you mean?' he was completely confused.

'Do you still fancy women?'

'Sometimes, I guess. I fancied you at the pub, alright.'

She grinned, 'OK let's leave me out of it for a moment. Are you still with this guy?'

'No. He split up with me after Adele found us. I can't say I blame him. It was all a bit OTT, let's say.'

'And have you met anyone else?' 

'I've had a couple of brief experiences, but that's all.' He was embarrassed to be teling her all this. 

'And are you still attracted to me?'

'Oh, yes.' he looked at her now, willing her to believe him. 'I couldn't believe it when I saw you at the show, I was blown away by you. I would have done anything to meet you again.'

Chrissy took his hand and stroked it, 'Luke, thank you for telling me this, it explains why you still wanted me to meet me today, but apart from that it doesn't make any difference to me.'

He looked away again, 'OK. I'll call a taxi.' 

She grinned and said, 'Why, where are you going?' She leant forward and kissed him, 'I like you, Luke, and I don't want to go anywhere if you don't want me to.'

He looked at her as if he couldn't believe her. 'Really?'

'Really. Now where were we?' She kissed him again, and she felt his arms go around her and let him pull her close. 

They kissed for what seemed an age and then Chrissy took off her top and guided his hands to her breasts. She felt his huge hands explore them with a gentleness that was almost magical from such a big man. She stopped him and slowly unbuttoned his shirt and kissed her way down his chest. She could feel his cock growing through his trousers and she unzipped him and took it out. It was big, but she thought I can manage that, and took it into her mouth and began to lick and suck.

Luke looked down and saw her lips open and then close around his cock and he almost couldn't believe what was happening to him. Chrissy was getting him to the edge and he knew it wouldn't be long. He put his hand down on her head and said, 'Wait, let's go to the bedroom.'

He stood up and picked Chrissy up with ease and with her arms around his neck, he carried her giggling and laughing up to the bedroom. She jumped out of his arms and stood in front of him, her bare breasts heaving as she regained her breath. He smiled and dropped to his knees and looked up at her to see her biting her lip. He slipped his hands down to her ankles and slid them slowly up her legs and under her skirt.

She felt his hands slip under her skirt and she closed her eyes as she felt her skirt ride up over her thighs where he paused and bent forward to kiss the top of her legs. She shivered at the touch of his lips on her skin, and she felt her cock begin to swell as she thought of what was to come. She put her hands gently on his head as he hooked his thumbs into the sides of her knickers and slowly pulled them down. He kissed her tummy and then suddenly her cock was free. She looked down again and watched as he leant forward and kissed the tip and she felt the thrill of that kiss run through her body.

Luke could see her cock bulging inside her knickers and then it was free of the constraint and stood out from her groin. He smiled to himself as he thought this was what Iwanted since I saw her act last night. Her cock looked as beautiful as it did last night, straight and rigid, and he ached to take it and taste it inside his mouth. He kissed the tip and felt Chrissy shiver as his lips touched it. He licked the head a couple of times and then opened his lips and slid it inside. Above his head he heard her moan, and she gently touched the tip of his head with her hands, encouraging him on. He bathed her cock with his mouth, he was not yet that experienced, but he knew the basics and what he liked for himself.

Chrissy felt his mouth engulf her and she let him lick and tongue his way up and down her cock. She could feel his lack of confidence but he was doing a more than adequate job, and she felt her climax beginning to build. She was starting to lose it and she wanted him inside her, she needed to feel his cock penetrate her and to cum inside her. 

She pulled out of his mouth and he looked up, afraid that he might have done something wrong. She pulled him up and said. 'I want you to fuck me, now. Please Luke, please.' She pulled her skirt off and threw her knickers somewhere. He was struggling with his trousers and she knocked his hands out of the way and she undid his belt and pulled them down to his ankles.

He heard her say she wanted him to fuck her and he thought, 'Oh my God, it's really going to happen.'

'Have you got any lube?' she asked her throat thick with desire.

'Oh, yes, hang on,' he said and she giggled.

'I'm not going anywhere, Luke.'

He found the lube and quickly smeared some on his cock and Chrissy grabbed it and did the same for her hole. She picked up a pillow and with her legs over the edge of the bed she slid it under her bum and pulled her legs up with her arms. Luke looked at her for a moment, said, 'You're beautiful,' and positioned himself so that his cock was just at her hole.

'Please, please. do me now.' she begged him.

He moved forwards and his cock tapped at the edge of her hole and he pushed gently at first and then harder and with a rush he was inside and she moaned loudly as his cock penetrated her. He started to push in and out and lay his hands on the bed next to her so he could bend forwards and kiss her. He was now shoving his cock in hard and she was moving back to meet his thrusts. In between the kissing she was moaning and she bit his lip at one point and he felt it bleed. He was thrusting as hard as he could and he could feel his climax was close. he picked up the pace even more and his balls were slapping into her as he thrust harder and harder. 




Santa Baby



She was being ridden harder than she could ever remember, and his big frame covered her as he shoved ever harder inside her. She could feel his cock sliding in and out and she reached down and grabbed her own and began to stroke it as he pushed into her. She felt him tense and she knew he was close. She moved her hand faster and faster and she felt her own climax on the edge.

With a roar, Luke came inside her and with a moan Chrissy came as well, her cum landing on her breasts as she could feel him pumping his cum inside her. They moved with each other for a few minutes until they were both spent and Luke pulled out. She rolled onto the bed and pulled luke down with her. He brushed away some hair from her face and kissed her, his lips gently sliding over hers. 

They lay there for a few minutes, just smiling and grinning at each other.

Chrissy raised herself on one elbow, looked down at Luke and said, 'Well, I think I know what we're both doing for Christmas this year.'

She fell on top of him and they kissed, and from somewhere they could hear Mariah Carey singing 'All I want For Christmas Is You.'

The play that Chrissy had auditioned for was a success and transferred to the West End. She is now 'considering' offers as they say in her business, and a Hollywood studio is talking to her as well. We are still together, getting married in the autumn when Chrissy can spare some time, and the honeymoon will be in India. 

Christmas music isn't so bad, after all.

The End



Santa Barbara



The cedar walls of the luxurious cabin reflected the warm glow of the fireplace. They had left only two small lamps on either side of the king size bed burning, but from the table, the bar and the window sills candles were spreading their soft light throughout the room. Their suitcases, still not unpacked, stood on one side of the bed. Time to do that later. For now they just wanted to relax and enjoy each other's company.

Jack stood leaning against the frame of the French doors as he was silently watching Nina prepare drinks. His eyes went from her shapely legs, over her firm buttocks and slim back to her dark, glossy hair. She was such an attractive woman and just watching her he felt the arousal building in his body.

He was fond of her. As a colleague, a good friend and now as a lover. But nothing more. Although he fought not to, he couldn't help thinking of the many times when he had been watching Teri like this. Gazing at her as she went through everyday chores, completely unaware of his presence. And he remembered the warmth that would fill him, heart and soul, just thinking how fortunate he was that this woman loved him ....

'Stop that, stupid! It's in the past! You did the right thing. You'd only have hurt both her and Kim even more if you hadn't made the decision to leave!' he told himself. But still he felt his heart cramping inside his chest and he had to swallow hard around the lump in his throat.

Nina turned away from the bar and walked towards him, glasses in her hands. She smiled and he did his best to smile back, hoping in vain that he would be able to fool her. But she knew him too well. The disadvantage of working closely together for so long.

"What's the matter, lover-boy?" she said teasingly as she handed him his glass. When he didn't answer she continued, "Cat got your tongue? You look as if you'd just received some very bad news. Not thinking of work, I hope!" He turned his face and stared out the door into the darkness and she moved closer, taking the glass from his hand and putting it next to her own on the small table beside them. She wrapped one arm around his waist, pressing her body lightly against his. Lifting her hand and letting her fingers slide down his cheek to caress his lips, at the same time turning his face towards her.

"Come on, Jack. We're here to have a good time, right?" She stood on tiptoe to reach his lips, licking at them when he did not immediately kiss her back. Her hands went to the nape of his neck, forcing him to bend his head towards her. He looked at her for just one second, then closed his eyes and kissed her. Almost aggressively, pressing his tongue between her lips and into her mouth. She eagerly returned the kiss, cradling the back of his head with both hands, burying her fingers in his hair.

His hands went around her waist, finding their way under her black silk shirt. Sliding up and down her naked back, stroking the soft skin until it felt as if it were on fire. She didn't hesitate for one moment, letting her own hands run over his tensed up shoulders and continuing down his chest. Against her palms she could feel his pectoral and abdominal muscles as taught as if they had been made of concrete.

"Relax, darling!" she purred against his ear and placed a wet kiss on his neck. "We didn't come all the way to Santa Barbara for you to act as if every terrorist of the western world were lurking just outside the door!" In spite of himself he chuckled and kissed her again, more gently this time.

"I'm sorry, Nina. Guess it's been so long since I've allowed myself to relax and enjoy something that I've forgotten how it's done ...." He looked at her with a slightly sad smile, caressing her face with his fingertips. "Just give me a little time. I'm sure I'll be better company tomorrow. If nothing else, maybe you can pick up some hunk when we go to the beach!"

She beat his chest teasingly with her fist, laughing. "Oh, is that what you were planning?! Well, I'm sorry to disappoint you, Mr. Bauer! When I asked you to relax THAT was not what I meant!" Her hands went around his waist again, sliding down to squeeze his buttocks as she pressed herself as close to him as possible. "I was thinking more of mental relaxation by way of physical activity!"

As she was talking she was grinding her lower body against him and was pleased to feel his arousal, his hips pressing against her and his hands returning to stroke her back and buttocks. "I think the suitcases will wait a bit longer. Let's get the relaxation started!" she whispered, letting her hand run lightly up his thigh towards his crotch before taking his hand, dragging him towards the big bed at the far side of the cabin.

He followed her across the cabin floor that felt warm and smooth against his naked feet. When they reached the foot of the bed she turned around to face him, her smile and the naughty look in her eyes openly showing what she wanted. As she reached up again to kiss him hungrily her hands were rubbing up and down his chest and stomach, until he let go of her for a brief moment to pull off his shirt, dropping it to the floor.

The sight and feel of the golden hair covering his tanned chest and forearms made her suck in her breath as she felt the heat spreading through her body. She bent her head, kissing and licking her way over his skin, following the trail of hair leading her downwards ....

Her fingers were already unbuttoning his black jeans, but he reached down and dragged her back up to stand before him. He cupped her face with both hands, kissing her very softly. Covering her mouth with his own, gently letting his warm tongue trace the outline of her lips. Still kissing her he moved his hands down to start unbuttoning her shirt. Slowly. Oh, so slowly ....

Nina felt his hot breath on her face, her neck. She shivered as she felt his hands reach under the fabric of the shirt, drawing it away from her shoulders and at the same time caressing her arms as he let it slide to the floor. Before she had time to do anything herself he reached behind her and undid her bra, too.

He held her firm breasts in his hands, stroking the soft skin. He was teasing her, his thumbs moving in lazy circles. She stood with her eyes closed, softly sighing with pleasure. Finally his fingertips reached her nipples, slowly rolling them and pulling at them very gently. They were so hard they were hurting, and she whimpered and squirmed under his touch to make him stop playing with her.

Jack went to his knees in front of her, nuzzling between her breasts before he started kissing and licking where his hands had been a moment ago. His lips closed over one nipple, sucking it into his mouth. Releasing it again, but only to let his tongue flick rapidly over it, making it even harder and more tender.

Nina reached down to grab him by the hair, forcing him to look up at her. "Stop playing, Jack! We can do that later! I want you. NOW!" Her pulse was racing and she was breathing fast, but it was easy to judge from the slight smile on Jack's lips that her orders would not be followed

"Don't forget, Nina. I'm your superior. I give the orders here!" he growled as he lowered his head again. Kissing and licking her stomach with long, wet strokes. Now and again biting into the skin lightly, not enough to hurt but more than enough to make Nina tremble. Tickling her with the tip of his tongue, pressing it into her belly button.

Nina was ready to scream at him by now, but finally she felt him reaching behind her, unzipping her skirt and drawing it down her legs. He started stroking her legs slowly, all the way from her ankles to her thighs. So softly, it felt like the touch of a feather .... Barely touching her, but still the warmth of his hands was setting her skin on fire.

Again she grabbed him by the hair, pressing him against her. She spread her legs and pushed her hips forwards, but he only continued kissing and licking the inside of her thighs. Gently blowing at the moist skin, making goose bumps form along the wet trail left by his tongue. His mouth reached the edge of her panties, taking the fabric between his teeth and tucking at it, leaving a tiny part of her wet labiae naked.

Nina felt his tongue touching her pussy and she let out a loud gasp, burrowing her fingers into his shoulders. His lips closed over her soft flesh as he took the blood-filled labia into his mouth, sucking at it lightly, pressing his tongue in between the fabric and her skin, licking at her aching clit.

"Please, Jack .... Please," she begged and pulled at his upper arms, trying to force him to stand up. Of course she hadn't the strength to haul him to his feet, but finally it seemed that he'd reached the limits of his own patience, too. Quickly he was on his feet again, grabbing her by the waist and more or less throwing her onto the bed, somehow managing to yank off her panties in the process. Nina heard the silk tearing, but the sound only turned her on even more. To hell with it, she could always buy a new pair!

She remained lying on her back where he had left her, her legs slightly bent, her hot pussy presenting itself to him. She let her hands slide slowly over her breasts, kneading the nipples. Then continued down her stomach, caressing herself as she locked eyes with him. Her mouth opened slightly as the tip of her tongue came out to lick her lips, her eyes telling him what she would really like to touch.

Jack stood looking down at her, his breath ragged and his face slightly flushed by the desire that raced through his body. He contemplated for a moment bending down between her legs to suck her, making her scream and cum. But selfishness and a cock that threatened to rip his jeans apart won. Quickly he stripped and let himself fall down on the bed beside Nina.

She immediately rolled onto her side, wrapping her upper leg around his hips and pressing the heel of her foot against his buttocks to get as close as possible, grinding her wet pussy against him. The feel of his hard cock touching her inner thigh eliminated the last of her patience and she grabbed his shoulders, dragging him towards her. He moved to lie on top of her, supporting himself on his right forearm as his hand slipped under her head to cradle the nape of her neck.

He bent his head to give her a deep, slow kiss. Looking into her eyes, as if searching for something. Nina felt confused for a moment, but the fire in her pussy got the better of her and she reached down to hold his buttocks, pushing him against her as hard as she could.

Finally Jack moved up a fraction to let the tip of his cock touch her labiae. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath and drove himself forcefully into her, knocking the air out of her lungs as she was suddenly filled up completely. They didn't move for a few seconds, but then Jack started pounding in and out of her, his left hand clutching at her waist so hard it almost hurt.

Nina gasped and moaned with each powerful thrust into her burning pussy. Feeling the shaft of Jack's cock rubbing against her clit with each movement, waves like electricity running through her body. Her hands came up to hold his shoulders again. Nails raking his skin, leaving visible marks behind. She lifted her legs, wrapping them tightly around his waist to make him go even deeper.

The feeling of Nina's tight pussy squeezing around his cock made Jack's head swim and he kept ramming into her as hard as possible. For just a second he was worried if maybe he would hurt her by his violent thrusting, but it didn't really matter to him. He kept his eyes shut, pressing his forehead against her shoulder. Just pounding, pounding in and out .... Not thinking of anything, letting his body take control and forbidding his mind to interfere.

Nina felt herself being pushed up and down in the bed as Jack kept fucking her hard. Her rational mind was wondering what had prompted this frantic behaviour. During the short time they had been together he had been a passionate, but always gentle lover. But now it almost seemed as if he was fighting something. Demons, ghosts, memories ....

Still she couldn't keep track of these thoughts as the pulsing heat spread from her pussy to every part of her body, making her skin tingle, her heart beating madly as if she was running a marathon. She grabbed at Jack's head, forcing him to lift his face from her shoulder. "Look at me, Jack .... Look at me!" she panted as she felt the orgasm rolling through her. She moaned and her legs spasmed, the weight of his body holding her pressed down against the bed cover as she was shaking all over.

He pushed into her a few more times before he suddenly tensed up and his hands pressed so hard around her neck and waist that she whimpered out loud. He opened his eyes and looked down at her for a moment, but squeezed them tight again and bowed his head, groaning and gasping as he came inside her.

He collapsed on top of her, his chest heaving as he fought to regain control of his breathing. Again he hid his face between her neck and shoulder, but Nina moved her upper body sideways to be able to look at him. The sight left her dumbfounded and for a moment she didn't know what to do. Jack's eyes were still closed, but she saw a single tear trickle down his cheek. His mouth was quivering and he bit down hard on his lower lip, trying to stop himself from weeping.

Nina reached over to touch his face, letting her fingertips trace the trail of the tear. She moved closer again, placing a soft kiss on his trembling lips. At last he opened his eyes, a sea of sorrow and regret flowing towards her. "I'm sorry, Nina. It's not you. I'm just so tired and confused. I don't know if I've done the right thing .... I wish ...."

His voice trailed off as he closed his eyes again to hide his pain from her. Nina's arms went around his shoulders, hugging him tight. Letting him press his face against her neck once more, she rocked him like a baby as he was sobbing. "Hush, darling. It's all right .... it's all right. We'll talk about it tomorrow if you want to. Just go to sleep now, OK?"

She kept holding him, gently stroking his hair until he drifted into an exhausted sleep. She was lying silently looking into the soft light of the candles, the faintest of smiles playing on her lips ....

* * * * * * *

Nina stretched luxuriously, arms above her head and her feet digging into the sand beside the thick towel beneath her. This was the ideal way to spoil yourself during a week-end off! Gourmet meals, good wine, lots of sun (although the nights were cool this time of year), a marvellous beach along the breathtakingly beautiful sea – and hot sex with a guy who knew his stuff when it came to making a woman scream!

The thought made her smile and she lifted herself to rest on her elbows, looking towards the sea a few hundred feet away from where she was basking in the sun. Jack was strolling along the shore, close enough for the waves to wash over his feet and up his calves from time to time. He bent down to pick up a handful of small pebbles, which he then began throwing as far out into the water as possible.

The sight of his naked back and shoulders turned towards her, muscles flexing under the tanned skin with each throw, made her mouth water. Too bad he preferred wearing loose-fitting bathing trunks to the beach. No chance of drooling over his firm ass, then .... Unless you knew what those trunks were hiding, of course!

She thought for the umpteenth time how lucky she had been that she didn't have to go further than to the head of CTU to carry out her assignment. What if it had been necessary for her to infiltrate Division, trying to seduce George Mason? That stiff, stuck-up jerk! Or an even worse scenario: the little, slimy weasel, Chapelle! Just the thought of him made her skin crawl .... No amount of money would be enough to make that sacrifice!

Thinking of it made her laugh out loud, attracting Jack's attention. He turned around and headed towards her, throwing the last pebbles at her in mock anger. "Were you laughing at me, by any chance?! If so I'm afraid I'll have to spank your little behind ...." he shouted menacingly, but not able to keep the laughter out of his voice

"Oh, yes! Please do! I've been very bad, having naughty fantasies about my superior while he was playing!" she called back, at the same time rolling onto her stomach to expose her 'little behind'. She could hear Jack coming up behind her and she lifted her rump a little, waggling it at him. His mood definitely had improved since last night, and she intended on taking advantage of that any way she could!

He dropped down beside her on his own towel, leaning over and placing one hand lightly on her behind, tickling her through the thin fabric of her bikini briefs. He bent down, placing a hot kiss between her shoulder blades, and his hand moved up to stroke the small of her back. She kept still for a while, just enjoying the feel of his warm tongue licking slowly up and down her back while his hand was teasing her thighs and buttocks.

Finally she rolled over, again stretching her arms above her head to make her naked breasts stand up against him. He'd been a little astounded this morning when she insisted on going topless to the beach. "Come on, Jack! No one will be there! It's January, for chrissake! There will be no kiddies to scare and no grannies to take offence!" He'd smiled and shaken his head at her. She couldn't believe that he was so prudish! Probably Teri's bad influence ....

She grinned up at him and moved her upper body from side to side. "Come on, big boy! What do you think these are for?!" He grinned back at her, saying nothing but letting his hand slide up her body until he was holding her left breast. He kneaded it slowly, his fingers circling the nipple and pinching it lightly. It immediately hardened under his touch and he grinned again. Then he bent his head, starting to lick at her right breast. Letting the tip of his tongue circle the nipple before he took it between his teeth, biting down at it just hard enough to make Nina suck in her breath.

While Jack kept kissing, licking, sucking at her breasts, Nina let her own hand slide down to his crotch, beginning to stroke his cock through the fabric of his trunks. It was already semi-erect, and as she increased the pressure and speed of her hand movements she could feel it swelling against her palm. She moved her hand to sneak it inside, making direct contact with Jack's balls. They were tight and warm and when she started to massage them he groaned softly, his mouth letting go of her breast for a moment.

She retracted her hand, but only to tuck at his waistband with both hands, trying to pull down his trunks. He grabbed her hands to stop her, but not before she had managed to free his cock of its confinement. Quickly she bent down over it, not letting him get the chance to pull the trunks back up. Since he was still holding her hands she simply opened her mouth wide and took the head between her lips, sucking at it firmly. He would have to come up with better ways to stop her!

She had the satisfaction of hearing him gasp and feeling his grip on her wrists slacken. Her hands were wrapped around the cock before he had time to react, and she started moving her head up and down rapidly. Flattening her tongue against the shaft and sucking hard, making loud, slurping noises as she did it.

"Oh God, Nina! Please stop it .... We can't do this down here at the beach! What if somebody comes? Let's wait until we're back at the cabin, ok?" His voice was ragged and his hands on her shoulders didn't exactly prevent her from continuing. Oh, yes! He wanted this .... Nina chuckled as she kept sucking him.

She lifted her head to kiss him but kept sliding her hand up and down his cock. "Jack! Have you forgotten why we decided to come to El Capitan Canyon instead of staying in Santa Barbara itself? Because we wouldn't be disturbed here!!" She grinned at him and started licking his neck, sucking his earlobe into her mouth, tickling along his jaw-line with her tongue. And all the time her hand kept working hard on his cock.




Santa Barbara



Suddenly she got an idea. Let's see if he would be able to resist this! She let go of him and jumped to her feet, leaving him sitting on the towel with a slightly stupid look on his face as she started running towards the growth of palm trees lining the beach. Once there she stripped and then strolled naked between the trees, sensually letting her hands stroke up and down their trunks, all the time sending decidedly naughty looks in Jack's direction.

He was on his feet by now and was walking slowly, hesitantly towards her. He had pulled his bathing trunks back up, and Nina had to bite her lip not to laugh. The sight of his hard-on pressing against the fabric was just too hilarious! She turned around, pressing her body against the nearest palm tree. Her arms encircled it as if it was a lover's waist and she bent forwards slightly, presenting her backside to Jack as he came up to stand close behind her.

He reached down to cup her buttocks with both hands and she giggled, rotating her hips slightly. "Is this private enough for you, Jack? Only the birds will see or hear us here, I promise!" She spread her legs a little more, arching her back, inviting him to touch her pussy.

He didn't hesitate, letting one hand stroke her wet labiae while the other moved up to hold her shoulder. She pressed against his hand, and his fingers obediently continued between her thighs until he reached her clit. He began rubbing at it slowly and she sighed with pleasure. He left it again, but only to press two fingers deeply into her pussy. Rotating them inside her, moving them almost all the way out before plunging them in again.

After a while he changed tactics. Letting the fingers of his right hand fuck her pussy and at the same time circling her hips with his left arm to reach her clit, rubbing at it in time with the movements of his fingers in and out of her. Still fucking her with his fingers he leaned forward, kissing and biting her neck and shoulders, nuzzling the nape of her neck, licking her ear.

He was breathing hard against her skin and when he let go of her to quickly shed his clothes, Nina prepared herself for being impaled against the tree by the entry of his cock into her. But he went down on his knees behind her instead, holding her thighs as he kissed the small of her back and bit the soft flesh of her buttocks.

She reached down with both hands, grabbing her ass cheeks and spreading them as much as possible. She arched her back again, more or less pressing herself against Jack's face. He parted her labiae with his fingers, tickling her entrance as he did it. She squirmed impatiently and then gasped as his mouth finally touched her. His tongue playing around all over her pussy, plunging into her to lap at the wetness there. Licking his way to her swollen clit, swirling rapidly around it and then closing his lips over it, sucking gently.

Heat was coursing through Nina's veins as she moaned, her eyes closed, her legs trembling under her. Jack's left hand grabbed her knee, trying to steady her, but he did not stop working on her pussy. Nina leaned her forehead against the trunk of the tree, opening her eyes slightly and looking down between her legs. She could see how Jack was stroking his cock with his right hand as he was kneeling behind her, preparing himself to fuck her.

Just thinking of it almost made her cum, but her brain was still working, thank God. She looked down again at that big, hard cock. Hmm .... It would probably hurt like hell, but it would be worth it if she was any judge of character!

She didn't hesitate for long before reaching for his head, making him move his mouth to her lower back, but still licking and kissing. "Come on, Jack .... Fuck me!" she panted and grabbed a handful of hair, trying to drag him to his feet. He obeyed her at once, standing so close behind her that his cock was prodding her in the back. His fingers returned to her pussy to spread it wide, and she felt the cock head pressing against her moist opening.

She reached back quickly to stop him, moving a fraction away from him. She could almost feel his puzzled look on the back of her head. "No! Fuck my ass!" Her hands returned to spread her ass cheeks wide as she was pushing herself against him once more.

He sucked in his breath sharply and let go of her. She was glad she had her back turned towards him, hiding her triumphant grin. Yeah, she'd been right! Bet that prissy cow, Teri never let you do that, huh?! She was grinding against his erection even harder. "Come ON! I want your cock up my ass!"

His voice came softly, hesitantly behind her. "But, Nina .... Are you sure? I don't want to hurt you ...." She just nodded her head yes vigorously and smiled as she felt his hands returning to her buttocks, stroking them slowly. Finally he plunged three fingers into her pussy, lubricating them with her juices and retracting them to smear it onto her ass hole. His fingers made another visit inside her before rubbing quickly over the cock head that was already glistening with pre-cum.

Nina leaned her forehead against the palm tree again, moving her hands up to clasp the trunk, bracing herself and holding her breath. Jack took a broader stance and bent in the knees slightly to be level with her. His left hand spread her cheeks as he was guiding his cock to her ass hole with the other. Hesitating again for a few seconds, but then he was pressing against her and forcing his way into her.

She couldn't help letting out a grunt of pain as her sphincter muscle was stretched to the limit by his invasion, but at the same time she pressed against him to make him go even deeper. He started moving in and out of her carefully, his right hand on her hip and his left hand caressing her breasts. When he kept driving into her in the same, excruciatingly slow tempo, Nina pushed back against him again in an effort to make him go faster.

After the first sharp pain of his entry she was warming to the subject, so to speak. Her whole lower body was burning, her pulse racing, her skin feeling as if touched by a thousand tiny needles. She clutched the tree trunk in front of her, fingernails digging into the bark. Jack leaned forward, resting his head against her shoulder. She turned her face to pant into his ear, "Come on, Jack! Keep going .... I want you to cum inside me!"

Both his arms were around her waist now as he was ramming into her faster and faster, literally lifting her off the ground with each thrust. She held him by the nape of the neck with one hand as she leaned back against him, whimpering with lust. If only all her work as a mole would bring her this much pleasure!!

His right hand moved down between her thighs. Two fingers went into her pussy while his thumb was rubbing hard at her clit. The feel of his cock pounding into her ass and his fingers fucking her pussy, the sound of his ragged breathing in her ear .... She felt her muscles cramping as the orgasm rolled through her and she almost doubled over, held up only by his arm around her.

Jack had trouble staying on his feet, too. It felt as if his balls were on fire, and when the muscles of Nina's pussy contracted around his fingers he wasn't able to hold back anymore. He clutched her hips with both hands, convulsively. Thrusting into her one last time before he buried his face in her hair, his body jerking as he came with a strangled cry.

They dropped to the ground, panting and groaning, legs and arms still entwined. The sand felt pleasantly cool against their sweat-covered skin. Jack pulled out of her carefully, then curled up behind her. Again wrapping his arm around her waist he pulled her towards him, holding her tight. His chest was heaving as he whispered in her ear, "Are you all right? You're fantastic! I've never done that before ...."

Nina didn't answer him but just let her hand stroke lazily up and down his arm. She closed her eyes and smiled slightly. I know you hadn't! Why do you think I wanted you to do it? You're so easy to manipulate, Mr. Bauer ....

* * * * * * *

"I'll go out and get a fire goin', OK?!" Jack called towards the bathroom as he finished towelling himself. When he got no answer he went back, leaning against the frame of the bathroom door as he was looking in. Nina was lying where he had left her, soaking in the Jacuzzi, her head propped up against the wall behind her. Her eyes were half-closed as she basked in the hot water, a contented smile on her lips.

"Mmm ...." she mumbled without looking up as she reached for the glass of wine balanced on the edge of the tub. "Do that. I'll be there in a minute ...." Finally she opened her eyes and looked at him with a naughty smile, "And don't bother putting on your clothes. I'll peel them off before you have time to blink!" She chuckled, low and throatily, and let her tongue play along the rim of the glass.

Jack laughed, shaking his head. He grabbed a couple of big, soft plaids on his way out to the fire pit just outside the cabin. Before long he had a nice fire blazing, the plaids spread out on the grass, a bottle of wine and two glasses waiting on the low table. Against the light of the flames the trees surrounding the cabin were just visible as tall shadows in the dark. A few birds were still chirping sleepily. But apart from that no sounds could be heard; the other cabins were probably uninhabited this weekend.

Jack dropped down on one of the plaids, draping the other one around his shoulders. He sat quietly staring into the fire until he heard the soft patter of Nina's naked feet, as she came out through the French doors. She squatted down behind him, putting her arms around him and giving him a light hug, and he started to pull the plaid from his shoulders to give her. But she stopped him, "No! Let me get under there with you. It's much more cosy and we can keep each other warm."

Quickly she wormed her way under the plaid to sit in front of him, his legs circling her and his arms holding her lightly against his chest. She leaned her head back against his shoulder, looking up into his face and smiling. He smiled back, dropping a thistledown-soft kiss on her forehead before whispering, "This has been a wonderful weekend! I feel really relaxed and refreshed; we have to do this on a regular basis, don't you think?"

Nina reached up to caress his face. "You're on, buddy! We don't want to become workaholics, who don't know how to have a good time!" They both laughed and he hugged her tight.

She placed her hand over his, squeezing it lightly. He started stroking up and down her arms, caressing her shoulders and letting his hands slip down to her breasts, his fingertips tickling her nipples. Nina closed her eyes, went passive, as he ran his hands over every inch of her naked skin, making her shiver despite the heat of the fire in front of them.

At last she wasn't able to hold still anymore. She managed to turn around without the plaid slipping down, now facing him as she wrapped her legs around his hips and pressed herself against him. Her hands came up to hold the nape of his neck, dragging his face down to meet hers, and his mouth opened under her questing tongue. They kissed hungrily, lips and tongues playing with each other, until they were both breathless.

Nina untangled her fingers from his hair and slid them down his chest, pinching his nipples lightly on her way towards his crotch. She could already feel his building hard-on against her inner thigh, and she immediately grabbed his cock to stroke it slowly while she continued the kissing.

Jack sighed against her mouth. His left hand caressed Nina's buttocks as the right went between her legs to find her pussy hot and moist, just waiting for his touch. He began stroking it, circling her clit with two fingers that were already slippery with the juices flowing from her.

Still kissing and caressing her he shrugged off the plaid, pushing her back gently to lie on it. He lowered himself towards her, but she somehow squirmed out from beneath him. Her hands went to his shoulders and then she had him on his back, quickly bestriding him.

He was lying there silently, filling his eyes with the wonderful sight of her firm body and her flushed face. She was panting slightly as she bent down to run her tongue over his chest and shoulders, then returning to his mouth. But before long she sat up straight again, grabbing his now fully engorged cock and leading it towards her pussy. Jack grabbed her hips with both hands and pressed down, but Nina evidently wanted to play with him a little. She lowered herself down a teasing hair's breadth at a time, and when they finally touched she paused again. Hovering over him she moved slowly back and forth, making the cock head slide over her swollen labiae.

"Please, Nina!" Jack whispered, again pressing down with his hands and at the same time raising his buttocks in an effort to enter her. She grinned and suddenly plunged herself down on him, making them both gasp out loud. She immediately started to ride him fast, rocking her hips to make the shaft of his cock rub against her clit with each movement.

Jack was squeezing her ass cheeks with both hands, thrusting upwards to meet her, burrowing into her as deeply as he could. Sweat was forming on his face and on his chest, and his breath came in ragged bursts as Nina kept riding him like a wildebeest in heat. She sat with her head thrown back, her lips parted as she moaned with pleasure, her fingers on his waist flexing in time with her breathing.

Nina's eyes were closed, but she could hear Jack breathing hard, groaning louder and louder. It sounded as if he was very close to cuming, and she immediately slowed her pace. Oh, no! Not yet, Jack! She started moving very slowly up and down his cock, grinding her hips in small circles as she did it. Looking down she saw Jack lying with his eyes shut and his mouth open as he was gasping for air.

Still riding him she bent down over him, putting her mouth very close to his ear. "What's the matter, Mr. Bauer? You're supposed to be so fit, but you're wheezing like a freight train going uphill!" she giggled. Jack growled and managed to bite her shoulder, wrapping an arm around her waist as he continued to slowly slide in and out of her. He inserted his hand between their bodies and found her clit, rubbing at it firmly. Nina had to bite down on her lip, fighting her own orgasm. Not yet!

She moaned into his ear, "Oh god, Jack! That's not fair .... I'm on top, I'm supposed to be in control!" As she had expected this made him laugh softly, but he continued to stroke her and at the same time he picked up the pace, pushing into her pussy more forcefully.

Nina caught his mouth with her own, licking and sucking at his lips. "I came to think of something this afternoon," she panted. "If someone was able to hack into the main computer at CTU, circumventing the security system, wouldn't he gain access to all the information about ...."

Quick as lightning Jack rolled them both around so that suddenly he was on top of her, and at the same time he pressed a finger lightly against her lips. "Hush! You said it yourself: let's not talk shop while we're here, OK?" His cock was still buried deeply inside her, but he had stopped moving and was now looking intently into her eyes.

She reached up to caress his face, smiling. "Of course, Jack. I'm sorry!" Wrapping her legs tightly around his waist and grabbing his buttocks with both hands, pushing downward, she started moving against him again. "Just make love to me!" she whispered, "Make me cum!"

Still locking eyes with her, Jack started thrusting into her again. Faster and faster, with more and more force. He was leaning on his forearms, his hands holding her shoulders in a firm grip. Soon they were both panting and groaning again, covered with sweat as their bodies worked furiously against each other. As Jack was pounding into her, Nina could see from the look on his face that he wouldn't be able to go on for much longer. She squeezed down on him with the muscles of her pussy, rocking her hips against him to make his cock rub over her clit.

He was moaning, his face contorted with what might have been both pleasure and pain, and his fingers were digging into her shoulders. The sight of Mr. Always-In-Control-Bauer in this state of complete vulnerability, knowing that she was responsible for it, sent Nina over the top with a scream. And just seconds later Jack joined her as he exploded into her, his whole body jerking violently as he came.

They lay pressed against each other for a long time, trying to get their breathing back to normal. At last Jack retracted himself from Nina carefully and rolled over to lie beside her. His eyes were still closed and his hand was stroking over the damp skin of her stomach as he mumbled, "What was it you wanted to know about the security system ....?"

Nina got up on her elbow, leaning over and kissing him deeply. "Everything!"



Santa Bound



Monika finished up her bath, ready for bed, but not to sleep. It was Christmas Eve, Monika eagerly awaiting a special Christmas orgasm, her mound freshly shaven and she was extremely horny. It was though Santa was going to bring her this tremendous orgasm that would cascade through her body in an ultimate explosion like nothing she ever felt before. She lay back the blankets and the satin sheet carefully, clean, the bed freshly made as if was going to hold a virgin to be deflowered. She turned off the bright lights until only the small lamp lit the room, looking one last time at the corner of the room that displayed the Christmas tree, the lights still burning, her stocking hung neatly from the fireplace for St. Nick to fill. She even went so far as to leave out a snack for Santa, not milk and cookies but a shot and a beer. He must get tired of milk and cookies and Monika was sure he would appreciate something a little bit stronger.

She lay on the bed, a short button down top made of silk, a pair of dainty pink panties with ribbons tied at the side as if to entice her unseen lover tonight. She lay back on the cool satin sheets, spreading her legs slightly, teasing herself as her fingers slid up over the smooth, silk top until she felt her hardened nipples. Silk always did that to her, sliding so sensuously across her nipples that they seemed to explode without touching them. And tonight was no exception. Her fingers moved over the twin tips, teasing and tugging on them as they grew, Monika sliding the silk back and forth over them, moaning in lust as the excitement began to build between her legs. She could already feel the wetness, excited at the thought of what her fingers would soon find when they slid her panties off. First her silk top was unbuttoned, slowly and sensuously as her unseen lover exposed her firm breasts to his eyes, her brown tipped peaks standing up and demanding to be touched. Her legs opened and closed as her fingers found her naked breasts, squeezing them gently, her fingers finding the tips, the slight pressure making them explode. She played with her breasts for five minutes, lying back in the bed, her legs spread slightly, her eyes closed as she enjoyed the way her unseen lover played with her breasts so tenderly. 

While one hand continued to keep her nipples erect, her other hand slid down over her stomach, finding the edge of her panties, slipping her hand inside, almost hearing her unseen lovers words. "Spread your legs for me, my love."

She spread her legs without hesitation, her hand sliding inside her panties and running over her smooth, shorn pussy, already wet with desire. "MMMMM," she moaned in pleasure. She pinched her pussy lips together gently, her moans louder as one finger parted her lips and slid inside to feel her hot, wet inner lips. Her finger rode up and down her slit, her pussy lips curling around it affectionately. Her other hand neglected her breasts, slowly slipping open the bows on the side of her panties until they fell to the side. Her hand became more insistent, pushing aside her panties, her ass rising up from the bed until they slipped to the foot of the bed, no longer needed. With one hand pulling back one slick pussy lip, the cool air of the room blowing on her superheated flesh, her finger began to work her pussy up into a frenzied state. Her hips began to move, first up and down gently as if she were trying to hide her arousal from her unseen lover. That changed as soon as two fingers found her pussy, sliding easily into the slick passage, Monika clamping down on them, her lips purring to her unseen lover, "can you feel me?"

Monika fingered her tight, hot pussy for almost a half hour, always wet, but never even getting close to cum. And the longer she went, the worse it got, her mind now just trying to reconcile with her inability to cum instead of trying to cum. She was so horny, but she felt desperate and impatient. She finally stopped, putting her panties back on, buttoning up her top. She flipped off the light, leaving the Christmas tree lights on. She slipped her hand into her panties, closing her eyes to fall into a fitful sleep. She began to dream, more like nightmares as her unfulfilled arousal overcame all else in her mind. 

She woke up with a start, the loud noise on her roof scaring her. It hadn't snowed for a while so there shouldn't be any snow up there that might had slid down. What the hell was going on! Her attention turned to the fireplace, sounding like a flock of birds were flying down it. Or maybe bats. Monika was sure she was dreaming, closing her eyes and then opening them. There he was standing in front of the fireplace, not a hair out of place as though he just seemed to vaporize onto that spot.

"Who are you? And what are you doing here?" Even though she knew the first answer, she still asked it because it was as though her mind had already conjured him up.

His voice was loud and demanding when he spoke. "I thought the red suit and white beard was a dead giveaway," he said sarcastically. Damn girls were sometime more stupid then he remembered. Hot, tight pussies are what attracted him. And they would do anything for Santa. He took advantage of that and them.

"If you're Santa Clause, I'm the Queen of England!" She looked at him. Yes, he was wearing a red suit, the collar lined with white fur, a thick leather belt around his middle and black boots. And his beard was white. He wasn't fat and jolly, his body muscular, his waist trim, his arms thick with muscles. His beard was white, as was his hair, but it was neatly trimmed as though her had just trimmed it minutes ago. And it wasn't long, not more then an inch. And the black belt looked more like a belt you would spank and errant child with, not hold up his pants. She looked down at his red suit, blushing shamefully when her eyes stopped at his crotch, the thick bulge in his red trousers unmistakably a hard cock. 

"The old man was right," as he caught her looking at his cock. "Your Highness," bowing to the Queen of England.

She tried to make believe she wasn't looking at his cock, but she felt the redness spread over her face and neck. "You're Santa Clause? Jolly, jolly Santa Clause?"

"There's a couple of Santa Clauses. Are you that stupid that you think one Santa Clause could visit every boy and girl in one night? Don't they teach you anything at that school you go to?" I hope she's better in the sack then her head, he thought.

"You don't look like the type that would be good with little boys and girls," she shot back sarcastically. This must be a dream, maybe a nightmare. She'd wake up any minute now and it would be morning.

"Wrong Santa. That type visits the boys and girls that were good." He looked at her as she sat up, her breasts pushing out the front, the buttons pulled back just enough to show a little naked cleavage, no bra and firm tits. That he liked. 

"So who do you visit?" As soon as the words came out of her mouth she caught the obvious.

He chuckled loudly. Then he saw it in her eyes, the realization finally coming over her. "The naughty ones. Naughty girls to be exact."

"You mean Santa thinks I'm a naughty girl?"

"Hey, I'm not the one with my hand in my panties," his chuckle getting louder as she pulled her hand out of her panties, her face beat red in shame.

She didn't even realize it until he said it. It was though it was the most natural thing for her to have her hand in her panties. "Lots of girls masturbate." 

"Yes, but they cum when they do." It was time to get down to business. And pleasure. The others would be here soon enough. 

"That's not fair. I don't cum and now I find out Santa's not bringing me anything for Christmas." Here she was, still horny and sitting up in bed in front of a really different Santa.

"I didn't say you weren't going to get anything. I just said you were naughty. And if you obey, we wouldn't have to go through this again next year. The other Santa will visit you and leave you nice presents. A girl like you should get diamonds for Christmas." He saw her eyes light up. What girl's eyes didn't at the mention of diamonds? Yes, Santa would give her diamonds, but first she have to ride that jolly belly and cock before he turned them over to her.

She pinched her leg. "Eh," pinching too hard. She wasn't asleep and there was a handsome, young Santa in her room. Then she remembered his words. His exact words. Obey. "What do you mean obey?"

"You just do everything I say Monika and maybe they'll be a nice set of diamonds on those lovely ears next year." His cock was rearing to get lose, but he wanted to see her naked body first.

What was he going to ask her to do? Her eyes still couldn't tear away from the thick cock that pushed out those red trousers. She wasn't a virgin, but she wasn't sure that he was real. He magically appeared, would he magically disappear just as fast? "I don't want Santa to think I am naughty," Monika surrendering. "What should I call you?"

"Nick will do." He walked over to the bed, admiring the lovely girl that was sitting up in the bed, her silk top doing little to conceal two naked breasts beneath it. "Put your fingers in your mouth." He voice was loud and demanding, not wanting Monika to mistake what he said as a request.

She knew what he meant, her right hand going up to her lips, the sweet fragrance of her arousal wafting up her nose. He wanted her to lick the fingers that played with her pussy. She licked them eagerly, not only because they tasted good, but she had this strange desire to please him. She didn't really believe he was Santa Clause, or that she was even awake. Maybe that is why she wanted to please him. He was only a very vivid figment of her imagination.

"Very good Monika." Nick opened up his bag of tricks, not toys like Santa carried. Nick's tricks were for naughty girls only. The first thing he pulled out was his Christmas rope. Bright red rope, braided thickly saw that there were many ridges running up and down the rope. "Lie back on the bed and put your hands over your head." He stared at her, his lips curled, his look demanding her acceptance.

She did it without thinking, putting her hands over her head in spite of feeling the fear when she felt the red rough wrapped around her wrists. Nick tied it tight, until she felt the tingling in her fingertips. He pulled her arm roughly to the center, holding them there until he tied it tight, the fear rising up in Monika when he stopped and moved away, staring down at her. She tugged with her arms, stopped before she could move them, the rope tightening more on her slim wrists. She looked up over her head, her arms pulled tight and bound to the center of the bed. "What are you going to do?" She shivered in fear, but she also felt something else. Her pussy was getting wet again.

Nick moved over to her, sitting on the bed. His hand reached out and pushed her brunette hair from her face, his fingertip trailing a path along her face, over the soft skin of her cheek until he reached her mouth. A sexy, full lipped mouth that would soon provide Nick with some delightful pleasure. 

His touch was soft, not what she expected. His finger touched her lips, running around them as if inspecting them, moving over her bottom lip, the tip of his finger sliding deeper. She didn't stop him, even if she could, two fingers entering her mouth, making her open her mouth wide, running from her lower lip to her upper lip until her mouth was open in a big 'O. His fingers pushed into her mouth, running over her tongue while she submissively kept her mouth opened wide as if expecting something much bigger inside then his fingers. Would Nick do that? Would he make her suck the thick cock that bulged out his trousers? His fingers pushed in deeper, rubbing over her tongue until they went to the back of her mouth, Monika unable to do anything but accept them, her head pushed into the bed. "GGGUUUGGHH." She gagged as his fingers pushed into her throat, tickling her tonsils until she gagged and her throat opened up, Monika suddenly finding herself forced to swallow two fingers. His whole hand was almost jammed into her mouth, her jaws aching as her mouth was opened too wide, all the while she choked and gagged on his fingers. 

Nick finally pulled his fingers from her throat, taking them out of her mouth, wiping the spit from her chin as she drooled uncontrollably. "Good gag reflexes Monika. I'll enjoy that." He didn't let it set in, his hand reaching down to grip one of her tits, feeling the naked flesh beneath the silk blouse, squeezing it hard.

"Not so hard," she cried out when he grabbed her breast, his powerful hand squeezing the flesh. It felt like her nipple was going to explode, the blood pushed to the tip. Nick didn't stop, in fact his other hand manhandled her other breast with the same harshness, her lovely breast flesh feeling like they were caught in a powerful vise. He would squeeze them, released them for only a second before they would be pinched tight in his powerful fingers again. They hurt, but there was also a strange feeling in her nipples. They felt like they were going to burst, but they sprung up hard, the blood pounding in them. She wished she could touch them.

"Nice tits Monika, but you shouldn't cover them up." He took the two halves of her silk top and yanked them, the buttons flying across the room, the material almost tearing in her hands. He pushed the top aside, baring her tits for his eyes. The firm flesh was already laced with red marks where his fingers dug into the tender skin. Nice bronzed tits with dark areolas, capped with hard brown nipples that begged to be bit and sucked. His hands returned to the task of pinching and squeezing the firm flesh.

One minute he was feeling her up, the next her breasts were bared, his hands returning to molest her naked flesh while she struggled on the bed. His hands were too harsh, looking down to watch as his powerful fingers dug into her lovely breasts until they were squeezed out of shape. "No," she cried out in protest when his head dipped down, the scratchy white beard rubbing up and down her cleavage. She felt his wet tongue lapping her bare flesh crying out when his lips clasped over one her nipples and sucked it deep into his mouth. "AAAAGGHH," she cried when her nipple was stretched by the powerful suction until his teeth bit down on the areola, trapping it in his mouth. "MMMM," she cried when his rough tongue went to work on it, rubbing it, the erect flesh feeling like it would explode. She felt his scratchy beard work on her bare flesh, feeling like he was sandpaper her flesh. He bit harder on her areola, Monika arching her back to relieve some of the stretching of her nipple.

Nick released her nipple, feeling her arching her back. "You like that," misunderstanding her intentions, not really caring as he began to suck on her other tit, his hands and fingers pinching the wet tit his mouth had abandoned. She moaned and arched her back again, pushing her tit into his mouth, his teeth grinding back and forth over her nipple.

If felt like he was chewing her breasts and nipples, the other breast not doing much better, his fingers pinching the nipple so hard that she cried out. Nick looked like he was crazed, his mouth and hands molesting her breasts. He didn't treat them softly like other boys did, but crushed them in his powerful hands and mouth. He finally stopped, sitting back up, a smirk on his face.

He looked at her breasts, his hand prints almost visible. But her nipples were swollen up, dark brown and Nick could almost see the blood pounding in the tips. He snapped each nipple with his fingernail, a cry from Monika, a hurt look in her eyes. "That's what happens to naughty girls Monika. Now let's see what you liked so much in them panties." Nick threw the blanket and sheet to the side, her legs together as if she could stop him from whatever he wanted to do. "Nice pink panties Monika. And pink ribbons on the side to make it easy to take them off. Santa had you right Monika. A real bad girl."

She kept her thighs tightly clenched, feeling the feathery touch of Nick's hands on her upper leg. His touched turned soft, caressing her inner thighs until Monika felt her taut muscles begin to relax, lulled into a false sense of security. Her legs began to part on their own, the pressure of his hands on her inner thighs and the false sense of security by his gentle touch. His hands moved from her knees up to the vee of her legs, teasing close to her pussy without touching it. She couldn't help the wetness that began to flow from her pussy.

Nick could smell her arousal, wanting to not only smell it but taste it. Her legs were spreading nicely, his hands urging them out, Monika not fighting him. Yet. One hand went to the dainty ribbon on the sides, opening it with ease, the flimsy panty falling down. "Do you want to show me your pussy Monika?" As if she had any chance, her arms bound high over her head to the center of the bed. 

She wanted to be touched, hoping that his touch would do what hers couldn't accomplish, needing to cum so bad. "Yeees," her voice trembling in desire, feeling the panties pulled off with ease, sliding from between her legs, Monika looking into his eyes as he started at her shorn mound.

"Just as I expected from you Monika. Shaved clean as a newborn." Nick's hand reached for her mound, gripping both sides of her puffy lips to pinch them together. Her ass rose up from the bed, her legs spreading wider as he yanked her pussy lips hard.

She thought she would cum when his powerful fingers pinched her pussy lips, yanking them until she had no choice but to lift her ass up. He twisted and turned her lips hard. He finally released them, her ass falling back onto the bed, her legs spread wide. "AAAAAGGHHH," she cried out unexpectedly.

Nick took the opportunity to slap her pussy, her spread legs leaving her open and vulnerable. The wet slap of his powerful palm hitting her mound rang out in the room, her legs pulling up, trying to close, only succeeding in trapping his hand between them.

She couldn't believe what he did. He hit her between the legs. She never even conceived of a man doing that to a woman, hitting her in the most vulnerable spot imaginable. She clamped her legs closed, but too late, only trapping his large hand between them, his fingers curling around to grasp her pussy mound with his large hand, one finger snaking beneath and rubbing over her perineum. His hand clenched tight on her pussy mound, finally a finger forced between her pussy lips, his other fingers crushing her lips. "Don't hit me there," she begged, but her hips began to hump back and forth on the hand that possessed her mound.

"Open your legs for me Monika. Real wide this time." He goosed her pussy with his hand.

She was afraid of what he was going to do, but her legs began to spread open submissively, not sure why, her body tense. "Pleeasee," her voice quivering. "Don't hit me there." Her legs were spread wide, feeling Nick making her bend her knees, his hand pushing out her thighs until her legs almost hit the bed. The flat plane of her bald sex was open and exposed.

"Naughty girls don't have choices." Nick looked into her eyes as his hand swung back, seeing the look of terror in her eyes as he swung forward, this time the palm of his hand hitting her fully on her mound. The loud, wet smack rang out in the room, following quickly by her cry.

She saw it coming but nothing could have prepared her for it. Her legs were spread too wide, bent far to the side, her pussy lips pulled back from the wide expanse. His hand swung in the air, Monika following it. She heard it before she felt it. She cried out, but it wasn't so much in pain as it was surprise. Her pussy was drenched, the hard slap hitting her inner lips with a sickening wet thud. Her body jerked in pain, but she kept her legs spread submissively. His hand returned, this time gently rubbing her mound, his fingers pushing between her lips to find her pussy drenched in her juices, Monika ashamed at what he was doing to her.