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Santa's Lap

By: Ann Summer



This story is about something that happened to me almost 6 years ago, when I was working at an insurance company part time to save for school. Sometimes work Christmas parties can be fun. And sometimes Santa is the naughty one...

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My legs were slim and smooth to the touch, as I ran my hands up their length to my bare pussy, smooth and hairless as a baby. The blood slowly began flowing to my clit as I contemplated the weekend that surely lay ahead with my boyfriend, who I hadn't seen in weeks. The newly bare pussy was a surprise for him and I couldn't wait to see, and feel, his reaction. First, however, I had to suffer through a work Christmas party. I walked to my closet and pulled out my outfit for the evening - a white bra and panties, pleated skirt and blouse, strappy heels. The mirror showed my 19-year-old self, petite and toned, long blond hair half back, dark eyes, mischievous smile. Everyone thinks I look a lot younger than I am but I've had no shortage of attention from older men starting in my early teen years. I was enjoying my flirty outfit and looking forward to an evening of free drinks, if nothing else.

The party was somewhat underway by the time I arrived. Bill was half drunk, serving drinks and Louise was already slurring her way through the room. She spotted me and squealed, dragging me behind her to the bar. I could see that I'd found a partner in crime for the evening and she seemed intent on getting me as drunk as possible, as soon as possible. We started with shots of Gold Schlagger and the evening progressed from there. Soon the music was on, the lights were dimmed and the noise level in the room had reached a high level of drunken chatter, emotional outpouring and too loud laughter. My face hurt from smiling but other than that I was as happy as could be. I was also getting noticeably hornier as the night wore on and I could feel my smooth pussy lips sliding against each other and my panties. At one point I remember confessing my adventures in shaving to Louise, who felt it necessary to celebrate with more shots. 

"Time for presents!" somebody yelled, and with a loud and hearty "Ho, ho, ho" old, fat, suited up Santa Claus stepped into the room. The coloured lights in the tree beside him blurred merrily as he sat in his big chair and placed a Christmas sack beside him. I joined in the cheering and giddily accepted a Santa hat that was placed on my head. 

Louise happily stumbled onto his lap first. She kissed him on the cheek and whispered in his ear. Somebody yelled out, asking if she had been a good girl this year. Louise rolled her eyes and reached down into Santa's sac to pull out a present. With a loud whoop she pulled out a bottle of wine and hopped off of Santa's lap in search of a corkscrew. 

By the time it was my turn to sit on Santa's lap, most people had gone back to conversing with others and weren't paying much attention. I, in the meantime, had consumed a few more beverages and was more than buzzed. I stumbled slightly on my way to Santa's lap and he reached out to grab my hips and help me down. As I sat he slid his gloved hands lightly down my hips. I could feel the velvet suit on my bare legs and noticed that my skirt had flipped up as I sat, leaving my underwear directly on the velvet. His fat stomach was round against my back and his white beard tickled the back of my neck. 

"I've been good, Santa!" I announced, slurring slightly. "Can I have a present?" My left toe was touched to the ground, raising my left thigh up slightly. My pleated skirt cut across my thighs but I barely noticed as it hiked up slightly higher. Santa's arm was around my back with his hand scooping my left hip. 

"Ho, ho. That's not what I heard, little girl," he chuckled quietly. I suddenly noticed his right, white glove lying on my thigh, just below the hemline of my skirt. Slowly but deliberately it slid up under my skirt and rested on the top of my thigh, just beside my underwear. I could feel myself flushing suddenly and my clit began to pulse. The side of my body and my raised leg masked his hand. All around us people were dancing and chatting, drinking and laughing. The tree twinkled merrily beside us. I had no idea who this Santa was but he seemed to know a bit about me!

"It doesn't look like Santa's been so good this year, either," I whispered to him. In response he pointedly stared down my blouse and rubbed his gloved finger along my panty line under my skirt. I could feel myself getting very wet. 

"Hmmm," he replied, "do good little girls shave their little pussies for their boyfriends?" I jumped up slightly, shocked at what he knew, but his hands tightened on my holding me down on his lap. "Why don't you be a good girl now, stay with Santa, and maybe your Christmas wishes will come true." 

I looked around at the party around me but nobody seemed to notice what was going on. I was a little creeped out, but getting more and more turned on at the same time. My breathing was becoming shallow and I felt flushed, not to mention incredibly wet with Santa's hand up under my skirt. He pressed his hand down between my thighs and slid down to my knee, pressing my legs apart slightly. I looked into his eyes but couldn't figure out who he was beneath his bushy beard, white eyebrows and Santa hat. 

I didn't say a word as I felt his glove brush lightly against my breast outside of my blouse. "Be a good girl, now," he said, circling where my nipple was beneath the shirt, "and undo two more buttons." Slowly I obeyed, my arm rubbing against his big, red, belly. After I did this, he pushed me up so I was standing between his legs and ran a hand up the back of my leg, rubbing my ass slightly. Then, with a light smack against my ass he sent me away and said he hoped to find me under his Christmas tree. With that, he stood up and bellowed out a loud "Ho, ho, ho" before leaving the room to the cheers and salutes of the partiers around us. 

For a while I stumbled around in a drunken, horny daze. I was so wet that I was sure my panties were soaking and I noticed that they men were definitely noticing me more. I did manage to find the bar, at which Louise winked at me and handed me another shot. I gave her a quizzical look but she just smiled and turned away. I downed the shot and decided that I needed to find a washroom. The one at the edge of the party was busy so I felt my way along a dark hallway hoping to find a free one somewhere along the way. 

Coming out of the washroom I noticed a flickering light coming from the company owners' big office at the end of the hall and guessed that he had the gas fireplace on in honour of the Christmas party. He was a pleasant man in his early 50's, good looking and intelligent, very giving and good to his employees. Last I had seen him he was popping open some champagne in the party room and chatting with a group of young employees. I decided that my drunkenness was a good excuse to check out his office in earnest and opened the door, quietly shutting it behind me. To my surprise, behind the huge, flat wooden table that served as a desk sat Santa Claus himself! His old eyes crinkled up with delight when he saw me and he patted his lap. The room was mostly dark, lit by the fire and warm from its heat. The wall behind Santa was all windows and the flickering light bounced off of them, with the city lights shining behind. 

"Ho, ho, ho. It's my favourite naughty little girl. Come sit on Santa's lap." A vision of my boyfriend briefly flashed through my mind but I ignored it and walked over to the desk, then around it and stood against it facing Santa. He "tsk, tskd" at me and reaching out, turned me around and pulled me onto his lap. "I was wondering when you would stumble back onto my lap. Have you been drinking more? Bad girl," he said, "you may need a spanking." I had never been spanked but found myself getting hot at the idea. 

"Maybe that wouldn't be so bad," I replied. He chuckled softly and answered, "Well, we'll have to see just how naughty you've been then." With that he pushed up my skirt so that my white underwear was exposed, and then parted my thighs. My underwear was soaked through, which Santa confirmed, whispering, "you're a juicy little girl" in my ear. 

Once again his beard tickled me and I blushed at what he had said. I started to shift uncomfortably but his hands pressed down on my thighs, holding me on his lap. "Just stay still," he ordered me. I couldn't move. Slowly his gloved hand began running up my thigh. It brushed over my pussy, just barely touching, and continued up my body to my breasts. The white glove slipped under my blouse and bra, fondling a breast. I couldn't contain a sigh as the material rubbed against my nipple and I felt the other one harden as well. 

He continued to fondle my breast while his other hand strayed up and down my thigh, never quite touching my panties. I was now leaning back against his shoulder, my head back and eyes closed, completely carried away by the intense feelings of pleasure and desire. This continued for several minutes until I was nearly writhing with anticipation, wanting to feel his hand on my pussy. 

"Please," I gasped, barely audible. His hands paused on my breast and thigh and I squirmed slightly, dying to be touched.

"Ho, ho, ho. Did you want to tell Santa what you want for Christmas?" he asked. I could only moan and whisper, "please" again. "Please what?" he asked. "Tell Santa exactly what you want." I paused, not wanting to have to say it but he wouldn't relent. I could feel the weight of his hands on my breast, at the top of my thigh, and I wanted more. 

"Is this what you want?" he asked, removing his hand from under my blouse. It traveled slowly, grazing down my body and stopping at the top of my underwear. Then he pulled one side of my panties over, exposing my swollen and throbbing, bare pussy to the air. Another moan escaped from me. He lifted his other hand and extended a finger that deliberately reached out to be placed on my clit. My breathing was shallow and heavy, my eyes fixated on his white glove against my wet, red mound and my white panties against the red velvet. Ever so lightly, the gloved finger moved back and forth against my clit. Intense pleasure throbbed through me. I felt close to orgasm already but wanted the feeling to last and last. I could feel my juices running down my thighs onto his pants as the material rubbed against me. Suddenly he lifted his finger away and I moaned out in protest.

"Is that what you wanted, little girl? For Santa to play with your pussy?" I nodded against his chest. "Tell me what you want," he ordered again. Unable to resist, I said "Santa, I want you to finger my wet little pussy. Please Santa!"

"HO, HO, HO!" he yelled out suddenly and pushed me up off of his lap. "That doesn't sound like something a good little girl would say!" I stumbled slightly against the desk, dazed. Before I could say anything I felt his hands push me against the desk so I was bent over it. While one hand held me down, his other hand lifted up my skirt and pulled my panties down around my knees. I heard the whoosh of his belt being removed and was suddenly afraid. I could feel his hand on my back and the velvet of his legs pressed up against the back of my thighs. Then he stepped back and I moaned again, half in fear, half in anticipation. Suddenly I felt a whack against my backside. I cried out in surprise and pain, but felt an answering throb in my pussy. 

"This is what happens to bad little girls!" he announced and I felt another whack, then another against my exposed ass. He ordered me to spread apart my thighs and I did, uncomfortably exposed even more. After a few more spankings my ass felt hot and sore.

"Does that hurt little girl?" I nodded against the desk, unable to speak. "You know you were bad, don't you? I had no choice." I nodded again and waited, expecting another hit, bracing myself. Suddenly my clit exploded with pleasure as his finger, now bare, slipped up my slit and rubbed. I gasped, breathless with the intensity of feeling throbbing through me. Several more fingers slid up, rubbing from all sides. I was quickly gathering up to an orgasm, trying to draw in my thighs but his knees kept them spread apart. His fingers began tickling against my clit, slipping easily in all of my juices. 

Just as I was almost ready to explode, his fingers tickled out of my pussy and down against the insides of my thighs. His other hand joined in, tickling up under my blouse, under my arms, my sides, my behind, my breasts. I was laughing helplessly, uncomfortably, unable to help myself and gasping for breath. 

"Ho, ho, ho, that's a good girl. Santa likes tickling you!" I gasped, begging him to stop but he only chuckled and continued. I was pinned against the desk still, fighting for breath and control, hating that I only seemed to get wetter. Occasionally his fingers found my clit again, tickling briefly before moving on. When he finally stopped I was completely exhausted and more turned on than I had ever been. I leant against the desk fighting to get my breath back.

"I'm having a jolly good Christmas this year!" Santa exclaimed. I couldn't even respond. I felt him grab my waist and turn me around so that I was facing him. I couldn't look him in the eye, staring at his black boots instead. He put his hands under my armpits and lifted me so that I was sitting on the desk. Wordlessly he pushed me back so that I was lying back, my legs hanging over. He pulled my panties completely off and spread my legs. I felt too exhausted to move and just lay there, dizzy. I could only whimper when I felt his beard tickle against my thigh and then his tongue lightly touch my opening. He licked slowly and deliberately up to my clit. The beard scratched and tickled against me as he began flicking his tongue against my hard nub. I fought to raise myself up on my elbows so that I could watch Santa eat me out. One stubby, hairy hand reached up to fondle my breast as he did this. I felt so dirty and bad with this mysterious old man, Santa, taking control of my body. He began sucking and then nibbling lightly on my clit and I nearly fell back onto the desk. My legs were shaking slightly already from having been so close to orgasm so many times. I could feel it building within me again and almost slowly this incredible orgasm swept through my entire body. I tensed up, shaking and crying out, unable to control myself. Santa continued to lick me ever so lightly as I shook until I couldn't stand it any longer and reached down to push him away. My thighs trembled as he stood up and I could feel his bushy beard brush against me once more. 

I was barely aware of what was happening as he pushed my legs up onto the desk, swinging me around. Through half open eyes I watched him pull down his pants and out sprung a big, fat dick. He climbed up and roughly spread my thighs then plunged his dick into my dripping opening. He was bent over me, his hands pinning my arms down so that I couldn't have moved even if I wanted to. He grunted as he pounded in and out of me, his fat stomach bumping into me. Suddenly I could feel his old dick tighten and begin to throb in me as he filled me with his cum. He pulled out and finished by cuming on my skirt and stomach. Then, he collapsed heavily on me, his breathing rough and shallow. A few minutes later he stood and pulled up his pants, then stopped, looking at me lying on the desk, my skirt up around my waist, blouse open, covered in cum. 

"Merry Christmas little girl," he said with a wink and began walking out of the room. On his way out he waved to a dark corner of the office and said, "And Merry Christmas to you, Robert." 

I bolted up in shock and looked over to where Santa had just passed. There in the shadows stood the owner of the company, looking at me with a slight smirk and one eyebrow raised. I opened my mouth unsure of what to say but he stopped me, pointing to a security camera mounted to the ceiling and pointing directly at the desk. My face burned as he put his fingers to his lips and began walking over towards me. 

Santa's Lap



She hated winter in Texas. It was 75 degrees outside, and the only indication Christmas was around the corner was the festive decorations that seemed to balloon up overnight in all the stores. The mall, especially, seemed to go overboard this year in the decorations. As if they had to make up for the weather by assuring everyone Christmas was still on its way.

She despised going to the mall at any given point in her life, but she especially detested it during the Christmas season. People seemed to loose all sense of sanity during this time of year; they literally fought over every last scrap of toy on the shelves. 

Unfortunately, she was obligated to make this trip, every year, for at least a few more years. Her daughter wanted to so desperately to see Santa, to sit on his lap and tell him what she wanted for Christmas; she practically spent the last 2 weeks after Thanksgiving planning out what she would say to him. Now, her time had come, and Lauren agreed to dress her up and take her to the mall for the outrageously priced photo of her in Santa's lap. 

Katie oohed and aahed over all the decorations that were so meticulously covering every square surface of the mall, and Lauren fought to keep the distaste off her face, for her daughter's sake. She did not want to be a scrooge, but she felt that people didn't even remember why they celebrate Christmas anymore; they did it because it has always been done, and it will always be done for that same reason. 

They stood in line for what seemed like hours to Lauren, though Katie managed to keep up all the interesting chit-chat a 4-year-old manages to come up with. It amazed Lauren the things she noticed, sometimes; things Lauren took for granted, or didn't care to pay enough attention to. They managed to make it to the front of the line finally, and it was Katie's turn to go talk to Santa. The moment she has been waiting for, she has planned out, knew exactly what she was going to say, and she froze. The poor little girl was so nervous, she didn't even want to walk up to see him. Lauren coaxed her, trying to encourage her, slowly walking her up to the big man in the red suit himself. 

As far as costumes went, it wasn't the greatest, but it was functional. He obviously was not a fat man, and he didn't have any real facial hair, but he did have the fake beard, and the wire-rimmed glasses, and the hat with the white hair, and the padding in the suit. As they approached him slowly, he tried to look as unintimidating as possible to this little girl who was obviously frozen with either terror or sheer nerves. Lauren knelt in front of Santa, whispering to the little girl about how a lot of little kids were standing in line behind her, waiting their turn, and if she didn't want to talk to him, she didn't have to, but mommy knew she would be very upset if she did not at least tell him what she wanted for Christmas. Lauren patted Santa's leg, trying to coax her little one up there. She rubbed her hand in circles over his thigh, absently enjoying the feel of the velvet suit on her hands. 

Katie turned to her and said, "OK, mommy, but only if you'll sit up there on Santa's lap too." 

Lauren was surprised; Katie was hardly ever shy about anything, and certainly was a little Miss Independent, wanting to do everything on her own. 

"You want me to sit up there with you?" she asked her, clarifying her request.

Katie shook her head. "No, I want a picture of you in Santa's lap, too; maybe you can tell him what you want for Christmas." She said. 

Apparently, in order to preserve the sanity of every mother in line behind them, Lauren was going to have to sit in Santa's lap. She nodded at the little girl in agreement, letting her know that she would take her turn after Katie was through telling Santa her list. So, Katie climbed up onto Santa's lap, and Lauren backed off to the side, out of the way of the picture taker but where she could still hear what Katie was going to ask for. The little girl still seemed shy at first, but by the end of the conversation, she had warmed up and spoke louder and was more animated when talking about Christmas. 

When Katie was done, she skipped over to Lauren. "Okay, mommy, your turn!" She said excitedly, standing in Lauren's spot and pushing her mother towards the man in red. 

Lauren sighed, and made her way up to the chair the man was sitting in. She would have agreed to anything to get Katie to sit on Santa's lap, but now that it was her turn, she was feeling a bit embarrassed, and wondered at how she would look; a grown woman, sitting on Santa's lap. She was sure other people did it for kicks, but they were usually pert little 20-year olds, goofing off. She was a mother; she was supposed to be more mature. 

She stood in front of the man, trying to figure out the best way to sit without insinuating herself on him. She propped herself on one of his thighs, and looked at Katie. Katie waved her hands at her mom, and stage whispered, "Tell him what you want for Christmas!"

There was a small tittering of laughter coming from the crowd in the line, and Lauren felt her cheeks burn at the situation. She turned to face Santa, and was greeted by the sight of his bright blue eyes, hiding behind those wire rimmed glasses. This was definitely no old man; she couldn't see much of his features, but she could see the smoothness of his skin around his eyes and mouth, and she knew that he was younger than the typical Santa type. 

He was trying to readjust her so that she fit in his lap comfortably, but he was still visible to the camera. He scooted down a bit in the chair, so that he was sitting more on his lower back, and put his legs together, for her to sit on both thighs. He grabbed her wrist suddenly, which surprised her, and set it down in his lap. Lauren didn't notice at first, but it soon became apparent to her that he had a growing erection under his red velvet pants, and he had placed her hand directly on top of it. She was already facing him when the realization hit, and she widened her eyes and opened her mouth in shock. She started to stand up, to move away, but he grabbed her hips with his other hand and pulled her closer to him, to the back of the chair, trying to swing her around sideways for the picture. Her body hid what was going on with their hands, and she continued to stare at his face, hiding it from the crowd. 

He squeezed her hand, forcing her to squeeze his dick through the cloth. He winked at her, and then leaned forward to whisper in her ear, "is that what you want for Christmas, little girl?" 

His voice was rich and dark, like something forbidden, and had a slight teasing tone to it. His breath tickled her ear, and she shivered a bit. He noticed appreciatively the goosebumps the shivers rose, and she blushed again, knowing full well her nipples were poking through the thin fabric of her shirt. He squeezed her hand again, and she complied by tugging gently on his erection, which caused him a deep sigh and a partial hooding of the eyes as he smiled at her, and winked again. 

The camera lady called for their attention, and they both turned towards her to smile for the picture Katie had wanted. Lauren kept her hand on his hard-on, and he kept his hand at her hip, and they smiled for the picture. When it was taken, Lauren squeezed him once more, released him, and scooted forward to get off of his lap. He made a move to help her, sliding his hand across her hip and over her butt, and whispered at her again. 

"See you around, sweetie." She looked up at him, not really sure what to say, because she wouldn't recognize him if she did see him again, and moved off to collect her daughter and her pictures. She studied them for a minute before showing them to Katie. Katie's was darling, of course, with her little green Christmas dress on that complemented Santa's red suit nicely. Lauren's, on the other hand, almost looked like something that would come out of a dirty magazine. She was strewn across his lap, bare legs flashing the entire length of the photograph, skirt riding up dangerously high, and she was twisted slightly at the waist, so that her hip facing the camera was more prominent. And there was Santa's hand, square on her ass. At least they were smiling. 

After an exhausting few hours of running around picking out presents, letting Katie help her pick out a few for family and friends, Lauren handed Katie off to another mom, who would watch Katie while Lauren finished the final bits of the shopping she couldn't do with Katie around. 

She decided before going any further into her shopping spree, as she was not planning on coming back to this place before Christmas was over, she needed to take a break, and find somewhere to stash all her already purchased gifts. Luckily for her, down the hall where the bathrooms and the employee lounge was, there was a locker room, full of lockers to rent to stash stuff in that has been purchased. As she made her way down the hallway, sandals clacking on the tiles, she heard a whistle. She spun around to face Santa, still in his costume, standing in the doorway of the employee lounge, which she had just passed by. 

"Hey, sweet thing, I got a candy cane for you to suck on," he said in that richly dark voice. She stared at him for a minute, as if she was contemplating the offer, then turned and continued on down to the locker room. With some rearranging of the bags, she managed to shove all of her purchases into one locker, shut it, and took out the key. She shoved the key into her pocket as she walked out the door, back into the hallway. 

She was unaware of her surroundings, debating on whether she should make a pit stop at the food court for lunch or just pull something out of a vending machine when she heard a noise. She looked over, and saw Santa, standing in another doorway. She didn't know where that door led to; it wasn't for customers, and it wasn't the employee lounge. He was making small, soft chirping noises, trying to get her attention. He waved his arm at her, trying to get her to follow him. She smiled, and shook her head, and continued to move past him. As she neared him, he reached out and grabbed her arm, startling her, and pulled her into the room with him, shutting the door completely behind them. 

The room was dark, and she could only make out a few of the shapes closest to her. It looked like a storage closet of some kind. He had her pressed up against the door, and leaned into her, closer to her ear. 

"Hey, sweet thing, I told you I'd be seeing you around," he said, licking her ear as he talked. She shivered and tried to push him off of her, but he just laughed and pinned her wrists down by her side. 

"What's the matter? Don't you want to play with Santa?" he asked, his voice doing things low in her body that no man's voice should have been allowed to do. 

He sucked on her earlobe, trailed kisses down her neck, collarbone, to the hollow of her throat, and continued to make his way down her front. He bit and pulled at her nipples through the cloth of her shirt, and she shuddered and gasped. With his fondling and crooning words of sex and dirty things, he seemed to unlock her inhibitions, and she began to respond to his touches. 

She pulled him up to her mouth for a kiss, and he eagerly complied. The beard was sort of scratchy, and almost got in the way, but when she reached up to remove the almost mask of hair, he stopped her and refused to remove it. It sort of thrilled her, not seeing, not knowing who she was with. They continued necking for a while, and he had her pressed so hard up against the door, she could feel his prick through his pants, pressing up against her. She groaned as he nibbled on her neck some more, and reached down to undo his pants. 

He helped her with the belt buckle, which was the only thing holding the baggy trousers up. The pants dropped to his ankles, and his boxers followed shortly after. She grasped his very stiff cock, and slid her hand over it gently a few times. He moaned so loudly, and seemed to stop to savor the sensation. Lauren sighed at his reaction, and dropped to her knees, placing his very large erection right at face level. 

She stared up at him from this position, watching him watch her, an almost fearful look in his eyes; hoping she would do what he thought she was about to do. She smiled wickedly, and continued to slowly glide her hands up and down his shaft, over his head, and back down. She reached out and licked the tip of it, getting another groan out of him. She licked it again, and then put just the head in her mouth, and sucked it while swirling her tongue around the tip. He groaned continuously now, and rocked his hips back and forth, trying to push it further in. She wasn't through teasing yet, though, and pulled it out of her mouth completely. 

He signed, almost sadly, when she pulled him out of her mouth, but she dipped her head and licked the underside of him, from his balls all the way back up to his head. She did that a few more times, and he could feel his legs shaking. Finally, she put her mouth over him, and took him deep into her mouth, working him in. He placed his hands on either side of her face, and alternated between watching her work her magic and throwing his head back in pleasure. Her tongue worked actively in her mouth, and it wasn't long before he could feel the beginnings of the place where there was no turning back. Reluctantly, he pulled out of her mouth, and lifted her up off the ground. 

He pushed her back up against the door, and started teasing and nibbling on her neck again. He trailed down, as his hands rode up, inside her shirt, lifting it up over her breasts, and then taking it off. Once her shirt was off, he grabbed her breasts through her lacy bra, squeezing them together and rubbing them with his palms. He pulled her bra down, so that her breasts could pop out, and he took up her hard nipple in his mouth, flicking it with his tongue, tugging with his teeth, rolling it in his mouth, enjoying hearing her moan. Not wanting to leave anyone out, he did the same process to the other nipple, all the while she moaned and groaned and ground her pelvis forward at him. 

He reached down with his hand and touched her thigh, and slid his hand upwards, pulling her skirt up over her hips to her waist. He rubbed her pussy through her satin panties, and he felt the moisture there already, hot and thick and sticky. He hooked his fingers through the straps on her hips, and slowly pulled her panties down, bending down with the motion. She had her back up against the door, and as he had her step out of her panties, she threw her legs wide, exposing the smooth flesh of her sex. He inhaled the sent of her arousal, and gently probed the soft folds of her inner lips with his fingers. As she threw her head back and gyrated her hips forward, he pulled the Santa beard down off his face, and flicked his tongue across her lips, then stabbing in, exploring her. He sucked on her clit, and slipped his tongue in her hole, all the while she thrust her hips forward, seeking more of the same sensation. 

He couldn't stand it anymore, she had him so hot, so he stood up, adjusting his beard on the way, and pulled her away from the door and towards a table. He pushed her hands flat on the table, which had her bent over at the waist, hips thrust backwards invitingly. He stood behind her, dick in hand, and tested her wetness with the fingers of his other hand. She moaned and offered herself to him by pushing her hips further back, so he positioned the head of his penis at her opening, and pushed in. She was so tight; so wet, but so tight, he had to ease in, then pull out, and ease in some more. God, she was so tight, and so hot, her sex seemed to clutch at him, not wanting to release him as he pulled out. He spread her ass cheeks wide, so he could watch the view, held onto her hips tightly, and thrust into her, hard. She groaned loudly as he bumped her cervix, and then leaned forward onto her forearms on the table, pushing her hips back as far as they would go. 

He continued to pump into her, in and out, and all the while, she thrust her hips back, meeting his thrusts, begging for more. He thrust into her harder, his balls slapping at her clit as he drove his dick home at the end of each thrust. She reached her arms out towards the other end of the table, lowered her upper body as far as she could, and held on for dear life as he pounded at her pussy. Oh, he felt so good, filling her up, slamming into her almost painfully, and as she felt herself riding the peak, she felt him rub his thumb across her asshole, and she moaned and bucked more. He rubbed it more, and gently worked his thumb inside her as he continued to bang her as hard as he could. The extra stimulation he was causing her pushed her further and faster to orgasm, and she screamed as she came, screamed as her knees nearly buckled under her, and she nearly dropped all of her weight onto the table. The waves kept hitting her, and she didn't know if she was still screaming, but she was still coming, and it was so good.

He gave three hard, deep thrusts, and then came too, spewing inside of her, semen hitting her cervix and bouncing back to ooze out of her as he pulled out. She lay on the table, panting for a few minutes, and Santa rested his hands on his knees as he caught his breath. 

Finally, he stood up straight, slapped her ass, and lowered her skirt. He pulled his pants up, buckled them, and adjusted everything into place.

"Damn, Lauren, you are one naughty girl," he said, as he opened the door. "I'll be seeing you around, sweetheart," he said, as he slipped out of the closet. 

Lauren lay on the table, too spent to move right away. She was vaguely aware that he had left her, and it was a few more moments before she was able to push herself up off the table. She adjusted her clothes, and looked around for her panties, but they were no where to be seen. He must have taken them, as a souvenir. Then she realized, he said her name. He knew my name! She thought. What the hell is going on?

She rushed to the door and opened it, but he was long gone, having the advantage of the employee hallways behind the stores, and not having to walk through the crowd like a shopper. She was so drained, she didn't want to finish her shopping, but she didn't want to come back to the mall, either. Well, maybe she did, she thought wickedly at another tryst with Santa.



Santa's Lap



It was time to do a little Christmas shopping. Exams were finally over, I had a Christmas party to go to later in the day, and I was finally in the Christmas spirit. When a friend offered me a ride to the mall I jumped at it.

I was dressed in my Christmas best, a tight white turtleneck that showed off my growing boobs nicely, a Christmas red (or slut red, depending on who was commenting) skirt, and my favorite tights (because I only got to wear them a couple times a year) - white with red Santa's and green Christmas trees on them.

When we got to the mall, my friend excused himself to go do some shopping (not so subtle - I knew he must be looking for a present for me). So I went wandering around the mall alone. When I walked past Santa's workshop I felt the urge to get my picture taken with Santa. I snuck a look at Santa to see if he looked good, or if he was one of the dumpy ones. He was definitely a realistic looking one - the beard almost looked real, and I think that was real padding - no pillows needed. I waited patiently in line behind a young mother (or should I say MILF) and her young boys who were arguing about who was going on Santa's lap first. I tried to flirt with the MILF, but she was too distracted by her children and didn't seem to show much interest in me, so I stopped and stood quietly waiting for my turn. As I got close to the front, I started making eye contact with Santa as often as I could. I loved flirting and I was good at it. Back on campus I was known as an excellent cock tease.

As the young boys in front of me got off Santa's lap (their mother arranged for them to sit on his lap together, thus ending the argument), I stared into Santa's eyes and licked my lips as seductively as i could. I made quite a show of walking up to his chair. Santa looked a bit flushed as I sat on his lap and squirmed a bit to make myself comfortable. He asked me what I wanted for Christmas. I leaned in very close, letting him smell my perfume, before whispering:

"I want a big stiff cock under my tree, Santa. Do you think you can oblige?"

As I said it, I squeezed my butt cheeks together, feeling his cock harden between them. The camera man then asked me to smile for the camera. I turned and gave the camera my sexiest smile. I slid off Santa's lap ensuring the most friction between my bottom and his cock. The I accidentally on purpose dropped my purse and bent over at the waist to pick it up, giving Santa a nice view of my bum. When I picked up my picture, I had to laugh, because while I stared sexily at the camera, Santa was staring directly down at my boobs (and their hardened nipples).

Having thoroughly enjoyed teasing Santa (I wonder if I'll get that hard cock for Christmas, or if it will be a lump of coal in my stocking), I wandered off to the book store, my favorite place in the world. There was some local author signing copies of some book I never heard of. I walked past her fantasizing that would be me some day (although, I would be world famous of course, not some no-name). I wandered the aisles aimlessly looking at whatever book caught my eye. I noticed an older man seemed to be following me, so I stopped in the sex aisle and began perusing a version of the Kama Sutra. I thought this would embarrass him enough to scare him off, but surprisingly he approached me.

"Wonderful book." He said, smiling.

"Wow, that one looks impossible." I laughed looking at a particularly interesting position.

"It just takes a little practice... and lots of flexibility." He replied. 

I was starting to like this guy. In a very obvious gesture I stared down at his crotch. There was a bulge, but since I hadn't seen it grow, I was uncertain if he was getting hard, or just unnaturally large.

"Would you like a cup of coffee?" He asked.

"Hot chocolate would be better." I replied.

"Well then, let me buy you a hot cocoa and we can talk." he said.

"You seem too nice a girl to be reading such a book." he said after we sat down with our drinks.

"You asking or stating?"

"Hoping." he replied.

I slipped my shoe off my foot and let it slide against his leg, my toes finding their way inside his pantleg and rubbing against his calf.

I opened the book to a random page.

"How the heck do you do that one?" I said.

He explained...graphically. I was stunned such an old man could know about these things - stunned and turned on. We continued going through the pages, talking and joking. I really started liking this guy. I stretched my legs and rested my feet on his lap, my wandering toes finding his hardened cock. He smiled. We continued chatting. My sex moist, and my nipples hardened against my sweater.

"So are you naughty or nice." He finally said. I knew he was going to use that corny line at some point. It was corny, and it fit him, but it worked.

"Let me show you." I replied.

I moved me chair next to his and slipped my hand onto his lap. I ran my fingers the length of his hard cock, up and down, harder and harder. I was not in the habit of picking up grandfatherly men in shopping malls, but this seemed so natural I just went with it.

"I want to fuck you." He said in a manner as if he was saying please pass the sugar. It was so odd, unusual, that it seemed perfectly normal.

"Just a second, I'll be right back." I said as I got up and walked to the ladies room.

It was empty and clean, two important determinants of my next step. I walked back to the table, took the man by the hand and said:

"Follow me."

I led him into the ladies' room and into the handicapped stall to give us more room. I pushed him gently down onto the toilet seat and sat on top of him, hiking up my skirt and straddling his cock. My tits were in his face. I pulled off my sweater so he could suck on them. I began grinding on his cock as he sucked my nipples. His hand found my cunt and stroked my wet slit through my tights, the feeling was electric.

I slid off his lap. Kneeling before him I undid his pants and pulled them down. His hard fat cock popped up and I began stroking it. A sheen of precum already glistening the head. He spread his legs wide as I began sucking his balls, still stroking his cock. He let out a moan as my lips wrapped around the head of his cock, my tongue teasing its tip. I felt his hands on the back of my head as he pushed it down against his cock. I took more and more with each plunge until I was deepthroating his entire cock, my lips at it root. I heard his breathing quicken. I knew he would cum soon. He pulled me off his cock. I looked up in his eyes questioningly. I tried to suck some more. I wanted to feel him explode in my mouth. I wanted the power his orgasm would give me.

He pulled me into his lap, his hard cock flat against my cunt, a thin material all that separates us. His hand reached down searching for the tops of my tights. He tried to pull them down.

"No." I said.

"I'm a virgin."

"Not for much longer." he laughed.

"No seriously, I want to suck you off, but I can't fuck."

"Look deep into my eyes, what is it you really want? What do you want for Christmas?"

"I want you to fuck me." I said, not knowing why, or where the thought came from, but once I said it I knew it was true.

He reached down between my legs and grabbed my tights at the crotch and pulled hard, ripping a hole in them. He lifted me up slightly and positioned the head of his cock between my soaked lips.

"Tell Santa what you want." he said, looking into my eyes.

"I want you to fuck me." 

With that he placed his hands on my hips and pulled me onto him, impaling me with his cock. Instinctively, I began riding him, fucking him hard and fast. He sucked my nipples as we continued to fuck, sending shocks of electricity back and forth between my nipples and clit. I was on the edge and he knew it. He grabbed my hips with both hands and lifted me up so that the head of his cock was barely inside my cunt, then he pulled me down hard. As my clit ground against the pubic hairs at the base of his cock, I began to orgasm, my spasming cunt squeezing hard against his fat cock, sending him into orgasm. He shot wave after wave of hot cum deep into me.

"Merry Christmas" He said.

"I'm sorry I couldn't wait until Christmas to give you that stiff cock you wanted." He continued.

I stared in shock.

"Santa?"



Santa's Lil' Helper



Twas' a cold wintry night in the mountains of Montana, where Jack's car had stalled near an iced over river. Nobody in sight to aid him in jump-starting his '98-ford escort that simply couldn't take the winding curves and high altitude of the icy roads and punishing winds. Jack was on his way to his sister's wedding when the car had died, exhausted itself out. Then stepping out onto the slippery back road to flag down the vehicle coming directly toward him. Jack was twenty-five and never married due to the many divorce's his mother went through.

"Damn, I hate when this happens!" He scolds. Kicking the right front tire when he sees vaguely through the nights blinding snow of two headlights. 

"Come on, please stop," Jack cries, waving his hands frantically in the middle of the snow covered road.

Suddenly the car slows down and skids nearly off the covered path to avoid striking the young man dressed in tight jeans and bright colored sweater. Even after a short period of time flagging down this total stranger he felt the sting of the winter air. Then once the shiny silver car had ceased its forward progress Jack races to the passenger side and invites himself into the warm cozy vehicle and begins rubbing together his hands, as a measure of trying to rid the bitter cold from each hand. Then slowly his eye begins to work over the lovely woman in all blue that made him nearly melt in the seat. 

Jill was a secretary for a law firm in one of the many small towns up in these parts. She wore her short brown hair to one side and had an unusual gleam in her eye that gave Jack the willie's. Jill also had small bosoms and a very tiny ass that delighted the young man whenever she walked. Jill was much older than Jack with two kids from a previous marriage that went sour once Jill had discovered her spouse had a second wife. 

"What the sam-hell are you doing out here in the midst of a snow storm?" Jill said, working her careless eyes over his cute face and enormous throb. Nearly able to witness the shape and length through Jack's tight blue pants.

"On my way to a wedding that was taking place tomorrow afternoon," Jack said, feeling stimulated by this beautiful middle-age woman's gorgeous eyes.

"My sister's wedding," he adds.

"I see." Jill mutters, yearning to run her frail fingers inside the pants to warm up Jack's hefty testicles. 

Jill placed the shiny car into gear and continues down the back country road, slipping and sliding as the two shares their interests in one another silently inside their swollen membranes. Neither was wanting to express how they were feeling when they would examine one another thoroughly. Undressing each other with their evil eyes and yearning to know what the other was thinking. Jill pulls up into the icy drive where Jack saw the small cabin and then studies the behavior of Jill's body leaving the car. 

"Well, are you coming?" Jill said.

"Sure." Echoing inside his head were those last few words Jill utters.

After the two were safely inside the four room shanty and Jill's mother fast asleep on the sofa. Jill saw the desperate look in Jack's eyes, look of Satan calling out for her. Short and tight snug dress against her gorgeous tan legs which gave the young man a tremendous 'woody' and a cry for glory if he could just see her naked. Jack's eye scans the cozy little room and two youngsters sleeping on the floor in their animal p-jays. Jane awakens to the uncorking of the bottle of wine that Jill deliberately uncorks in her mother's ear.

"Oh, Jill honey. Must have dosed off," Jane said, rudely stretching, yawns and belches out loud.

"Yes you did, mom." Glancing over to Jack that, too, expressing fatigue.

After Jane had admired her daughter's newest friend, she left for home without saying a single word. Then Jack and Jill didn't go up the hill to fetch a pail of water, but rather two youngsters, 5 and 6, and carry them back inside the room down the narrow and short hall. Then Jill hands Jack a book of fairy tales and insist he read one to Mary that had awoken, while Jill leaves the room to freshen up. Jack begins to read the young girl the story of "Jack and the Beanstalk" until he was certain Mary was fast asleep. Then tucks in the young boy that needed no story read to him.

After Jack had left the room and gone back into the living room he nearly left his jaw on the floor. Jill was lying on the floor and in front of the blazing fireplace dressed in green and red. Sexy and sinful outfit that only shields from Jack's eyes the most vital areas of a woman's anatomy. Appearing in a green thong, red top, and a red and green Santa hat with a furry white ball on top. Jack trembles of fear and lusts when Jill invites him over for a sip of wine and asks for his nervous fingers. To reach inside her green thong that gave Jack an enormous hard-on, which Jill had reached up with one hand to touch, feel, against her warm palm through the thin dingy trousers.

Jack fell to his knees when he felt them about to give out and gloats over Jill's soft tassels and charming smile. Which didn't seem to bother the young man until he felt Jill's fingers unfastening his stubborn pants and lures him down alongside her to drink from the same glass and her 'well.' Encouraging Jack with her salutary eye to take part in the Christmas spirit. To unveil to his roaming eyes the thickness of her wiry thatch and sizable 'well' that Jack begins to absorb with one hand near the fireplace and the tall evergreen. 

"Mum, doesn't this feel great, Jack?" Pausing. "Feeling the vibrations of our inner souls!"

"Yeah Jill, especially on Christmas Eve."

"Mum." Jill groans and squirms when she felt Jack's moist kisses, limp taste buds riding up her inner thighs slowly. Christmas tree lights flickering out of turn when Jack saw the shrubbery he was about to taste and engulf such rich and hot lava Jill suddenly felt surfacing once the young man took down her satin thong and rubs with one palm her dampness and wiry brush. 

Jill's legs spreads wider and then drops, tightens up, when she suddenly felt Jack's heavy breathing against her. Lights on the tree flickering faster, soft music playing in her ear, and the sounds of the harsh winds whipping and whistling harder when Jack felt the sensitive spot. 

"Oh damn!" Jill scolds, sifting through his short hair with all ten fingers. Yearning to love on his neck and aching throb the minute he finishes this exploration Jack was enjoying with lights around the room flickering upon each thrust to Jill's wet and proud 'well.'

Jill was beside herself, stimulated, to the many ways Jack was expressing his own gratitude for saving his life. Once Jack had ceased sifting from the 'well' of pleasures Jill took her subject deep inside, devouring him, gloating over the size of his fancy cock buried deeply in her mouth.

"Mum." Jack cries, rubbing her soft shoulders and spine that only encourages Jill to move faster her lips over the hard swelling. Choking on his bone when Jack yanks it from her soft curvy lips and begins to seek another method of getting his enormous cock wet.

"Oh yes, please do!" she cries out. "Yes, dump your seeds into my dark lagoon my friend," Jill adds, parting her juicy pink folds for Jack to see all that he must engage. Two ripe nipples and a hole full dreams and bedtime stories she'd lusted after once she saw that look in his eye and the ambitious hard-on she yearns to feel between her dark hair's and legs. 

Jill had taken everything off in order for Jack to see and seize her valuable proper-ty that gave the young man a reason to undress and broaden Jill's horizon the way he had planned. But just when Jack was about to feed her his ornery lizard between her blessed legs, Jill rolls him over, mounts his strong shaft and rides his well polished throb until she was totally exhausted from all the trauma of being devour-ed and taken in by his hard tool. 

Suddenly the flashing orange light appears outside when Jack stood up and begins dressing himself for the ride back to his car. Knowing Jill had called the wrecker service, while Jack was reading Mary the story of "Jack and the Beanstalk."

Once Jack was gone and Jill was again by herself in the tiny hut in the mountains. She stood by the window and cried streams of tears, as she realizes her young mate was the only thing that could satisfy her growing needs. The next morning when the storm outside had mellowed out and her two young kids were awaken by the clock. They all race out into the room to open up their packages under the wide Christmas tree.

"Mommy, was that Santa I saw last night?" Mary said. 

"No baby, that was Santa's lil' helper."

"What about your present Mommy. Didn't Santa leave you anything?" Jake said.

"Yeah Jake, Mommy got her gift late last night," Jill replies, sighing in a daze. 



Santa's Little Elf



Santa's jolly laugh rang out through the workshop, out into the frosty night beyond. "Ho ho ho!!!"



Santa's Little Helper



Nia was well known in the local area for being a total slut; she’d do anything with anyone for the price of 2 Bacardi Breezers and a bag of chips. So it was no surprise she was extremely popular when she went to University. By the time she was 19 she had sucked more cock and eaten more pussy than most porn stars do in their entire career! This event happened in last Christmas during the first day of the Christmas Holidays.

How do I know? Well I’m Vicky, her best friend and I too have experienced her voracious sexual appetite on more than one occasion!

We had been out all night on the town to celebrate the last day term, and for a laugh we had decided to go out dressed as schoolgirls. We had the usual outfits on, white blouse, short black skirt long knee socks and hair put into pigtails, needless to say we were very much the centre of attention in the pubs and clubs we had visited that evening, I’d lost count of the number of men (and some women) who had groped my tits and ass that evening. Anyway, the club shut about half 2 and we decided to go to the all night café next to the shopping precinct across the way.

We went in and the place was deserted as usual with just the seedy looking old guy at his usual table in the corner and the old man that runs the place. 

We went in and sat at a table and the owner said hello to us and brought us a couple of coffees and a plate of toast. Nia said thanks and winked at him as he shuffled off back behind the counter. I enquired as to why she never seemed to pay him whenever we went in there, and she replied that she sucked his dick for him now and again for free stuff. This fella must be about70 and I thought that was pretty disgusting even for her, but she nonchalantly said that he was so old he usually came within a minute anyway, and she just swallowed it down, after all, young or old, spunk all tastes the same!

As we ate and drank, I looked across at the old tramp sitting in the corner, and could tell by the way his coat was flapping about beneath the table that he was playing with himself while watching us. I leaned across and told Nia and she turned round to see him playing with his shrivelled little dick, which he had now pulled out beneath the table.

Rather than lave the café, or complain like ay normal person would, she lifted up her shirt and pulled off her bra, exposing her bare tits to him shouting “Here mate, wank you’re little cock off over this!” 

The next thing I knew I was being shaken awake by Nia, as I had fallen asleep in the café. I asked what time it was and she explained it was half 8 and we should go home. 

We both got up and went to leave, and as we opened the door she turned round and blew a kiss to the owner. 

As she turned back, she said to me that we would be alright for free stuff for a good couple of weeks as when I had fallen asleep she had let him shag her to pass some time. I didn’t believe her at first but when she pulled her knickers from her pocket, I turned my nose up and grimaced as I realised she had indeed let the old man fuck her. By now it was nearly 9o’clock and the big shopping mall was getting ready to open up, so we decided to take a shortcut through to her house. When we got inside nothing was yet open apart from the Santa’s Grotto, which had been opened up for the kiddies for Christmas. As it was just before school time on a weekday, there was only a couple of kids waiting and through the inevitable “What d’ya want for Christmas, here you go now get out” mentality of shopping centre Santas, they would be dealt with pretty quickly so Nia said we should go and see him for a giggle.

I informed her we didn’t have any money to pay so we couldn’t, and she told me to go in first and she would deal with the young lad who was taking the entrance money. I went in and looked out of the window. 

Sure enough, she was “paying” the young lad in her usual currency, as she had her hand down the front of his tights and was jerking him off as he felt up her tits.

I rolled my eyes and entered Santa’s room. There was the usual 50ish year old fat child-hating bloke with the usual crap red suit and unconvincing straggly white beard complete with obviously visible elastic strap. I giggled to myself as I thought how I used to believe in all this nonsense and went over to see “Santa”. 

Out came his usual half-hearted request to go and sit on his knee and tell him what I wanted for Christmas. I thought now I was in there I may as well go along with it so I went and sat on the old geezers lap. As I plonked myself down on his lap, I felt him squirm underneath me and give a little sigh. Then came the old what do you want for Christmas line, and as I was about to answer with something stupid like a car or a million pounds, I felt something hard pressing into my soft thigh.

As I gave my reply (in the end I asked for a yacht) he placed his hand on my bare leg and rubbed it as he panted. 

I leapt up of his lap and called him a pervert before storming out in a rage. Judging by the look on the elf’s flushed face and the little wet stain on his green leggings, Nia had finished “paying” and I explained how Santa had been getting a hardon and started touching me up when I went in there. 

Nia smiled and said she would get her revenge on him for me, before unsnapping her bra beneath her blouse, handing it to me and storming in purposefully. I watched through the window as she entered and sat down on his lap, listening to the conversation intently. As she sat down, I could again see him becoming visibly aroused at the teenage girl sat on his knee. However, his face soon changed to a look of shock as he asked what she would like for Christmas. Calm as anything, she looked straight at him and said “Well Santa, I would like a big fat hairy cock!” I giggled to myself as he sat there stunned before trying to regain some order to the proceedings by continuing his questioning asking if she had been a good girl. Again her reply caused me to laugh out loud as she replied “No Santa, I’ve been bad, really, really naughty”.

Santa looked at her and asked what she had done that had been so naughty. Nia simply replied with the truth, telling him that she had let loads of people grope her in the club and that she had wanked off his elf instead of paying. Santa sat stunned in his chair as she continued telling him how she had flashed her tits to the old tramp in the café. 

Then she told him the worst part of all, saying how the girl who had just been in (me) had fallen asleep, so she let the owner fuck her cunt. Santa seemed to become angry, realising she was winding him up and told her to get out as she was full of shit. Nia simply got up off his knee and lifted up her short skirt revealing her bare fanny beneath.

“Look, that’s his cum” she said as she showed him the cum encrusted pubes beneath her skirt. Santa’s pants began to bulge as he stared at Nia’s pussy, a fact that Nia didn’t ignore.

Faking disgust she shrieked “Oh my god, Santa you’re disgusting getting a hardon over a sweet innocent little girl like me.” Santa took no notice and began to rub at the swelling in his red velvet pants. Nia was desperate to make him show her his cock, threatening to tell his boss if he didn’t how he had touched up her friend.

Santa begrudgingly unbuckled his belt and began to take down his pants. Nia stood with her hands on her hips; she had seen plenty of old men’s cocks and had found them without exception to be laughably small. She was going to make him show her how small his cock was and then she was going to laugh and humiliate him for being such a pathetic pervert. However, the joke was on her, as when Santa dropped his underpants, out sprang the biggest fattest cock she had ever seen (and she had seen plenty!) I was about 11 inches in length and fat as anything too, and she couldn’t help staring as it throbbed before her eyes.

“Happy now you little slut?” he moaned as his monster prick jutted out from beneath his long red jacket. Nia just stood looking at it, unable to believe that such a fat old man could own such a cock. Her pussy began to throb and she felt her juices start to flow, as she soon forgot about revenge and more about getting hold of Santa’s massive erection.

“Wow”, she sighed, “It’s just what I asked for!” as she took hold of it in both hands before planting a kiss right on the fat tip.

“Suck it like a lollipop”, said Santa as he pushed hr head down onto his big dick, before Nia’s mouth opened and took 9 inches of it right down the back of her throat. Santa’s eyes were closed as her head bobbed up and down rapidly along Santa’s pulsing length. After around 5 minutes of oral satisfaction Santa opened his eyes and gently stroked her hair saying “Since you like fucking old men, how’s about doing me here in my grotto?” Nia was hardly going to turn down a monster that size, and was quickly bouncing up and down violently on his thick rigid pole. Luckily, although her cunt had never felt a cock quite that big, she had some dildos that size and as her pussy was pretty slack with all the cock it had taken over the years she was able to accommodate it easily, whereas it would probably have split my tight little cunt right open.

Santa opened her blouse and began sucking on her pert little titties as he thrust his dick deep into her twat.

The sight of that big cock pounding into my best friend’s cunt was driving me wild and I called the young elf over to where I was watching the horny couple fuck. 

Without a word I yanked down the elf’s pants and stroked his soft cock with my hand. As I stroked it he reached between my legs and began to rub my pussy making it nice and wet. When I stroked him to full hardness I bent over the windowsill and told him to fuck me doggy-style so I could watch Nia get screwed by his boss. The happy little elf responded instantly by ramming his dick hard into me from behind, and although not quite a match for Santa’s massive weapon, was I fair size in itself and stretched my pussy lips to the limit.

As I yelled with pleasure, Nia looked up at me getting a good hard fucking for myself and she smiled as her first orgasm began to build inside her. As Santa grabbed her ass in his wrinkled hands she threw her head back and ground her pussy onto his groin as she released her gushing juices all over Santa’s balls and thighs. Watching her cum with such force had my own cunt burning with desire and soon my pussy was dripping with my own womanly cum as the elf banged away at my snatch. After around 10 minutes of hard fucking and 3 more hard orgasms each, the elf slapped my ass hard and pumped hot cum deep into my pussy making me cum a final time as I felt his thick meat pulsate inside my tight cunt walls. 

Moments later, I heard Santa yell and peered through the window to see Santa furiously jerking his massive tool sending a long thick stream of cum splashing hard against her fleshy boobs, which rippled as the forceful ejaculation splattered across her chest. It must be true what they say about him only “coming” once a year, as gallons of the stuff poured out from his fat throbbing member, absolutely covering her tits with hot salty jism. As his dick softened, I entered the grotto and ran my tongue over Nia’s spunky tits.

Nia responded by sucking the elf’s cum out of my overflowing pussy as Santa grabbed a list from behind his chair. “I made a list, now I’m checking it twice,” he breathlessly panted as he watched us feast on slimy thick cum, “And I’d say you two are very, very nice!” 



Santa's Little Helper



Julie was completely humiliated. She was a senior in college on full scholarship, achieving high honors, and already accepted to three schools, one of them Ivy League, for graduate work. Yet the only job she could find over the Christmas break was dressing up as one of Santa's elves in a mall. Flipping burgers would be better than dealing with those snot-nosed kids. Not to mention the parents. They were even more demanding than the kids. At least with her elf hat and pointy ears none of her hometown friends should recognize her. Unless they had kids that they brought into the "Winter Wonderland." Great. Something else for her to worry about.

As she struggled into her costume in the mall bathroom (there was no way she was walking into the mall in that getup) she counted down the days until Christmas Eve, the last night of the job. Only seventeen days to go, but she worked fifteen of them. For some reason, people weren't falling over themselves for this job, so at least she was raking in the dough on overtime. She was supposed to be saving the money she made for a down-payment on an apartment when she started grad school, but she figured the overtime money was fair game, and she knew just what she was going to spend it on.

The leather store was two shops down from "Winter Wonderland," and Julie passed it every day on her way to work. She wouldn't dare walk in while she was in costume, but she'd spied something the other day that caused her to come back into the mall after her shift. It was a tiny red leather corset, not the kind of thing she normally wore, or even had anyone to show it off to, but for some reason it turned her on and she just had to have it, even at eighty nine bucks. Stealing a little glance through the window as she walked past gave her the strength to face another day.

When she arrived at "Blighted Blunderland," as she liked to call it, she was surprised to find Santa's Workshop already unlocked with Santa inside. Ralph was notoriously late, and she'd invented a stockpile of reasons to give to the kids, everything from "Rudolph needed his nose polished" to "Mrs. Clause had to sew Santa's buttons back on his shirt." Santa might be fat and jolly, but one thing he was not was punctual.

As she ducked into Santa's Workshop, the small building where they kept the props and photographic equipment, she was greeted with a bellowing "Ho! Ho! Ho!"

"Give it a rest, Ralph," she complained, hoping to get everything set up early to prepare for the as-soon-as-the-mall-opens parents and tots. Even on weekdays they were hit hard right at 9:00. Didn't these kids go to school?

"Better be careful, little girl, or you'll end up on my naughty list!" Santa rumbled to her. Ralph had probably said three words to her in the week she'd been working with him, so this was very odd. She turned to look at the jolly man in the red suit. It was hard to see much behind the beard and mustache, fake eyebrows, and wig that was attached to the hat, but Julie could tell quite clearly that this was not Ralph.

The man in the red suit must have seen her look of surprise, because he dropped the fake deep voice and said, "Ralph had an accident last night. I'm going to be filling in for him for the rest of the season."

He had deep blue eyes, so dark they were almost purple. There were very few lines around his eyes either, so he couldn't have been too old. And his voice was just sexy as hell. It was ridiculous to be getting turned on by Santa Clause, but she was.

"Uh... Hi, I'm Julie." She stuck out her hand awkwardly, feeling like a dumb high school freshman with a crush on her teacher. Julie would know. She'd had a crush on one of her teachers freshman year.

"I'm Alvin," the voice behind the costume replied. "Ralph is my uncle."

"Is he all right? What happened?"

"Dumbass got drunk and slipped on the ice at my folks house. Put his bad hip out of place. Again. Lucky me, I'd just gotten home that afternoon so my dad volunteered me to take over for Uncle Ralph. And since the other two Santas can't work weekdays, I had no good excuse."

"Oh, it's not that bad," Julie lied. "Do you have any questions about what to do?"

"I just sit back and get all the glory while you do all the work, right?" he winked at her.

"Yep. That's pretty much it," she replied. She was glad to hear he had a sense of humor. She couldn't wait to see him out of that costume. She blushed at the double meaning behind that, but it was true. She hadn't been with a guy for nearly two years. She was hoping that would change soon.

The day passed pretty much the same as usual, except that now Julie had a little more interest in what Santa was doing. She hoped Alvin would have lunch with her, but he went off to the food court, and Julie didn't want to waste time changing and there was no way she was going in costume.

About an hour before she was due to leave, the manager called to ask her to stay for an extra shift. She reminded him she was already putting in a whole extra day on Saturday, but he begged her to stay and offered her a $25 bonus on top of the overtime pay, so she had to say yes. That would give her enough to buy the corset even without Saturday's overtime, so she'd have plenty of money for presents and partying as well.

As the 5:00 Santa arrived to join the 3:00 elf, Julie and Alvin headed into Santa's Workshop to finish up their paperwork for their shift. Alvin took off the Santa hat and beard, and Julie's heart nearly stopped. He was even more gorgeous than his voice implied. He looked a little silly with the fake eyebrows, so she reached over and plucked them off.

"Ow!" he complained. "Now you're going to have to take me out for dinner." 

She wasn't sure if he was joking or not, so she decided to play it cool. "Alas, an elf's work is never done. At least not until 9:00 tonight. But I'll let you buy me dinner tomorrow, and if you're nice I promise to wear something naughty."

Alvin blushed, which he tried to cover by fumbling with the buttons on his Santa suit. "Well, then," he said, still not looking up, "I'd say that's a date. But why do you have to work until 9:00?"

"I guess not everyone has the work ethic of a true elf. The girl who's supposed to be in at 6:00 called in sick, and Wednesday nights are busy enough that the boss wants two elves on. Plus, I need to support my crack habit." She laughed so he would know it was a joke.

After Alvin left for the night, Julie hurried to the bathroom and changed, then rushed to the leather store to buy her corset. It fit perfectly, and really pushed up her breasts, which were pretty full to start with. She also made a dash to a department store to buy some racy stockings for the corset to hold up. Luckily, she already had an outfit to wear it with or else she wouldn't have much overtime money left. 

The next day Julie could hardly concentrate on the job. She was so excited being around Alvin and was looking forward to their date. At last it was 5:00. She agreed to meet Alvin in the parking lot and went off to get changed. Just slipping the corset on made her wet with anticipation, and she decided to skip panties and just go with the black stocking, black boots, black skirt, and black jacket. It was sexy, and it felt good. 

Alvin was waiting by her car when she walked out, and she was very pleased by his appreciative stares. "I think I'm going to have to be very, very nice tonight," he said.

They made small talk as she drove him out to her favorite little bar and grill in the next town over. She found out they had gone to the same high school, but he had graduated the year before she started. He had spent 5 years in the Marines and was now a freshman at one of the schools Julie was considering for grad school. Depending on how things turned out, her decision might be a lot easier to make. They also talked about their past relationships, and Julie let slide that she was on birth control. Alvin was relieved because he hadn't even thought to buy condoms. The fact that neither of them had been with anyone in quite a while also made them feel safer.

Throughout dinner, Julie and Alvin kept finding reasons to touch each other. At one point Julie excused herself to the restroom just so that when she came back she could switch to the other side of the booth and sit right up next to Alvin. He took the hint, and his hand began caressing her inner thigh as they finished up dessert. His touch was like electrified silk against her skin. That they were getting along so well only made her more eager to know what it would be like to be with him.

After a couple of drinks they were more than ready to head out to someplace more private. Unfortunately, both Julie and Alvin were staying with their parents for the holidays. 

"What about Winter Wonderland?" Julie joked, but as soon as she said it she started warming up to the idea.

"Are you going to put your elf costume back on?"

"No!" Julie replied.

"What if I said please?" Alvin was just as eager as Julie to be alone, and the idea of being naughty in Santa's hut was driving him crazy. As a kid he'd always thought Santa was the coolest guy ever, being in charge and deciding everyone's fate. He wondered as Julie drove them back to mall how much of his fantasy she might make true.

It was just starting to snow as they arrived back at the mall. Julie regretted not wearing a coat, but figured the look on Alvin's face earlier was worth it. She parked by an employee entrance and punched in the code, thankful that she'd memorized it despite thinking she'd never need it. There were just a few cleaning people in the individual stores, and security only monitored the doors. Julie and Alvin wouldn't be in trouble unless they got caught in a compromising position, and chances are the night guard would look the other way even then for a bottle of Jack Daniels.

As soon as they reached Santa's Workshop Alvin's hands were around Julie's waist, pulling her toward him. He kissed her deeply, their tongues sliding over each other and leaving them gasping for air. Alvin's hands went to Julie's shoulders and slid the sweater off to the floor. She shuddered at his touch, and her own hands reached around to squeeze his ass. She could feel his cock getting hard between them, and she slid her hands back around front to stroke him through his pants.

Alvin wanted nothing more than to rip off their clothes and fuck her good and hard, but he also wanted to savor the moment and see how far he could take it. 

"You've been a naughty little elf," he said, hoping she would play along, but ready to back off if she wasn't.

"Oh, Santa," Julie pouted. "Isn't 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. Julie wasted no time, and was soon covering his chest with kisses, biting his nipples, and nibbling on his ears. He slipped out of the shirt and grabbed the Santa hat.

"That's good," he said, "but you're going to have to try a lot harder to get on MY good list." Alvin unbuckled his belt, and without missing a beat Julie took over.

"Let me do that for you, Santa," she said, opening his fly and sliding her hands in to stroke his hard cock. Alvin felt himself being pushed backward until he was forced to sit in the oversized chair that served as a backup throne in case there was an accident with one of the kids. There was also an extra pair of pants, but Alvin didn't think he'd be putting them on anytime soon. As soon as he was settled into the chair Julie knelt between his knees and took his cock in her mouth. Her aggressiveness and the tight warmth of her mouth nearly made him cum right then and there. As she worked her way up and down his shaft he relaxed and focused on enjoying the sensation. He felt himself working up to a climax, and Julie must have realized it, because she slowed down.

"Do you want me to finish?" she whispered.

"No. I want you to take off your skirt," he told her. She stood up and slowly pulled the skirt down around her ankles, revealing the sexy stockings and her pussy, covered only by a thin layer of public hair. "Now turn around," he told her, and she obeyed. 

Alvin grabbed her hips and pulled her closer so he could reach around to feel her wet slit. He rubbed her clit and she moaned lightly. "Why don't you come sit on Santa's lap, little girl," he said. Julie let herself be guided onto his lap so that her bum was rubbing against his erect penis. Then Alvin got back to work, stroking her wet pussy and nibbling at the soft nape of her neck. Julie started wiggling beneath him, wanting more. Without warning he shoved two fingers into her hot, tight hole as far as they would go. Julie let out a little gasp, then relaxed into it and started moving herself up and down on the fingers. Alvin let her go for a while then went back to rubbing her clit and shoving his fingers in at the end of each stroke. Julie was going crazy, rubbing her cute little ass against his cock and bucking her hips with his movements.

Julie tried to get up so that she could let Alvin enter her, but he wouldn't have any of it. Instead, he pushed her onto the ground on all fours. "Not so fast, you naughty little elf. You're not getting off that easy." Then he slapped her ass hard. She cried out, but didn't make any move to get up or move away from him. Feeling more confident, he started striking her again and again. "That's for putting too much stuffing in the teddy bears. That's for not winding up the wind-up toys. That's for forgetting the milk with my cookies." He kept it up until her ass was as red as her leather corset.

"Santa, please stop," she cried. "I'll be a good girl, I promise."

Alvin couldn't hold back any longer, and plunged his dick deep inside her eager pussy. She cried out again, and moaned as he started rocking her back and forth with his thrusts. "You like it like that, don't you naughty elf?"

"Oh, yes, Santa. I love it when you fuck me. Fuck me hard, Santa." 

Alvin grabbed her tits out of the corset and mashed them with his hands, then pulled back until her nipples were stretched to the limit. He felt her tighten around his cock, and he did it again and again, feeling her getting close to an orgasm. He forced himself to relax so she wouldn't take him with her. 

With a soft cry Julie shuddered underneath Alvin. He kept pulling on her tits until she was squirming and moaning, but he kept at it until he felt her tighten again. Another slap to her red buttocks sent her over the edge again, and he let her slide off him and to the ground, where she lay panting.

"Oh, no, little elf. I'm not done with you yet." Julie looked over her shoulder, amazed to see his erection still stiff and long. She rolled over and sat up to take his cock in her mouth again. For a few minutes he stayed there, letting her taste her own juices on him. It was so unlike anything she'd done before. Most guys she'd been with were quick to take their own pleasure without seeming to care about her needs.

Alvin pulled Julie up to him and kissed her deeply, then pushed her back to the floor. "Let's see if my little elf tastes as sweet as she looks," he said, then lowered himself down between her legs. Her clit was hard and her pussy lips swollen with excitement. He took his time, exploring her folds of skin with his tongue and occasionally thrusting deep inside her tight slit. Her nearly bald pussy actually did taste sweet, her orgasm juices running down his chin as he licked from anus to clit over and over again. 

Julie was moaning and thrusting her hips into him. Alvin wondered if she would let another one of his desires come true. Using her own wetness, he began rubbing her anus until it was slick and stuck in one finger. She gasped, then relaxed. Slowly he worked the finger in and out and she warmed up to it quickly. He sucked on her clit as his finger fucked the tightest hole he'd ever felt. When she felt ready, he let another finger slide inside. She didn't protest at all, and Alvin was getting hot thinking about what he planned to do next. 

He withdrew from her and sat back, leaving her puzzled and incredibly turned on. "Please, Santa," she whimpered. "I want more."

"I don't know," Alvin replied, stroking an imaginary beard. "How much will you do to get back on my good list? Are you willing to do anything Santa tells you?"

"I will Santa. I'll be the best elf ever." Julie was so hot she felt like she might be on fire, and she yearned for Alvin to touch her again, to tell her how to please him.

"Roll over," he told her, and she went back to all fours, presenting him with her still red ass. He rubbed her anus again, feeling her relax and open up to him. He put the head of his dick up to it and rubbed a bit, waiting to see if she would say no. She didn't, and he pushed until the end of his cock disappeared inside her. Julie shuddered, her sphincter instinctively clamping down on his dick. He groaned, ready to cum already. Then she relaxed again, and he slid in, a half an inch at a time, until he was fully sunk into her amazing ass. Taking his time, he worked himself back out, then in again. His pre-cum lubed her up, making it easier. At last he was able thrust in and out without fear of hurting her, and he let himself really get into it. 

Reaching around, he started working her tit with one hand and her pussy with the other. Julie was so turned on she felt herself working up to another orgasm. "Oh, Santa. You fuck so good. Fuck my ass, Santa. Use your little elf, Santa." Alvin picked up the pace, and soon Julie felt another climax wash over her. Her anus tightened up, and it was just too much for Alvin. He shot his cum deep inside her, groaning and pulling her to him.

They both collapsed to the floor then, spent and completely sated. After a minute, Alvin pulled his shrinking dick out of Julie's ass and rolled to the side facing her.

"Well, little elf, I would say you passed the test."

"But I think Santa was a little naughty himself," Julie laughed. "And it sure was nice."

As they dressed and headed back out into the cold, Julie and Alvin were actually looking forward to work the next day.



Santa's Little Helper



It was just before Christmas and time to pack up everything in the house and put it in the attic so you could redecorate with "Christmas" things. There were some who loved this activity and there were others that dreaded it like the plague. I will let you guess which one I am. 

My wife and I spent the entire day doing this and we were both tired. "Why don't you get us some carry out for dinner? I am too tired to cook and don't want to get dressed to go out." I gave her a look. When did I become the houseboy? "I'll make it worth your while when you get back..." She had that look on her face, the one I love. It means someone is going to get lucky. "I'll be back in a few" I said heading out the door. 

I drove down to the restaurant and picked up dinner. I wondered what she had in mind as I drove back. We had been together for five years and our sex life could not be better. I was fortunate in that she loved sex just as much, if not more, than I. 

I got back to the house and put the food in the kitchen. Pam was nowhere to be found. I decided to go look for her. I made it to the master bedroom and opened the door. My eyes lit up as I saw her sitting in the chair across from the bed. She was wearing a sexy little Santa suit. It was red, of course, trimmed in white fur. It had a little crop top with a fur lined hood that left her tummy bare coupled with a little red mini skirt which was also trimmed in white fur with a pair of high heels. She looked like a dream come true as she sat there with her legs crossed, that look on her face. 

"Did you get me something to eat?" she asked in her sexy voice. Her eyes went straight to my crotch. I could not keep the smile from spreading across my face. "I sure did," my hand went naturally to my cock. 

"Good. Because I have something here for you to eat," she said with that sexy smile of hers. It was then that she uncrossed her legs, draping one over the arm of the chair. My eyes were immediately drawn to the massive cock peeking out from beneath her skirt. 

Pam has been simply fascinated with the idea of me sucking cock ever since I shared with her that I fooled around with my roommate one semester at college. Once the cat was out of the bag, she made me describe every little detail to her... over and over again. Don't get me wrong; I was happy that she wasn't upset. And I quickly learned that she loved the idea of me sucking cock. Not long after that she bought the cock she was now wearing. 

I can't explain why, but I love the way that cock looks on her. It is the most life-like cock I have ever seen and feels like a real one too. It is eight inches long and very, very thick. The sight of it triggers something in me, something very naughty. 

She flipped her skirt up so I could see the entire thing. Now she is barely five feet tall, so the thing hangs almost to her knee. I must admit there is something extremely erotic about her cute little feminine body, complete with luscious curves, sporting that massive cock! 

Now I will confuse that I love to suck cock. It's so taboo, primitive. But I have always found it perfectly natural and very exciting. I really connect with it. But I have not sucked a real cock since that semester so no one was happier than me when she strapped on her cock for the first time. 

She grabbed it at the base and wiggled it seductively. Her dainty hand barely closed around it. "Come here...you know you want this...come suck my cock." She was right; I did want it. 

I walked over to her chair and dropped to my knees between her legs. She pointed her cock at my lips. Her eyes were filled with excitement. There was just a hint of doubt too, doubt that I would do it. I let that thought linger for a moment as I stared at it. Unable to wait any longer, I leaned in and ran my tongue slowly across the head. Her eyes closed briefly as she moaned, but popped open again not wanting to miss the show. 

I ran my tongue seductively around the tip never breaking eye contact with her. The feel of a cock against my lips drives my arousal. I am quickly reminded of how much thicker, and longer, hers is than mine as I slurp the tip with my tongue. The damn thing is so thick that it always takes me a minute or two of licking to warm up my jaw muscles before I can actually get it in my mouth. 

I slipped my lips over it, just past the mushroom shaped head. I licked the little hole with my tongue... remembering. Lust was starting to overcome me as well. I stretched my jaw muscles as much as they would go and took another inch or two between my lips. I started moving my head up and down those inches, my senses dominated. 

"You love that so much" she said watching. She knows that it drives me crazy when she starts talking dirty. "You look so good sucking cock...are you licking it with your tongue... can you taste it ...let me see you lick it." 

I was so into by then. I pulled it from my mouth and licked it all over in the most seductive way. "Like this...am I doing it right?" I say before plunging back down, lips stretched wide. 

"Mm, you know how to do it...you know how to make the boys happy...show me how much you love that cock..." I trace its outline with my tongue, push back down on it and moan. "You want a real one so bad...one that will fill your mouth...you want that taste...I can see it in your eyes..."

Now I am not normally a submissive guy, but it's hard to be anything else when your wife is feeding you cock. My jaw was really warmed up by then and I took a good five inches into my mouth. "Oh God!" she screamed, "You are so hungry..." She started thrusting her hips forward; shoving another inch or two into my mouth, "Suck this cock..."

I love it when she starts getting aggressive. It's like we switch roles. I love to see her arousal take over, drive her to that place. It consumes her, becomes her show. I slip further into the submissive role, enjoying the other side for a change. 

Now she is thrusting her cock into my mouth in slow, sensual thrusts. She starts whispering. "I pleasure myself thinking of you...sucking cock...all those boys, so nice and hard, lined up before you. You can't wait to suck each and everyone of them." I look up to her, my lips stretched tightly around her cock. She moans and continues, "but there's more...isn't there...there are more lined up behind you too" she said with building urgency. 

I moan as I suck, slipping further and further into her fantasy. "They line up behind you, spread your legs...you feel the first drive his cock inside you...you moan around the cock in your mouth..." I moan again. I find my identity slipping further away as I become the guy in her fantasy. 

"He fucks you so hard...his cock pounding...the one in your mouth explodes...he fills your mouth with thick, warm sperm...that's what you really want...isn't it... you want that cum...tastes so good." Its like I am there, right there in her fantasy. "The one behind you... fills your cute little ass with cum...pumps gallons of cum in your ass..." 

She pulls me off her cock and looks me right in the eye. "I want to fuck you so bad. Get on the bed!" Now because of her height, it is better if she lays flat and I climb on top. I reach underneath me for that massive cock of hers. I positioned it and then sit down hard. 

I feel the head pop inside me and scream. I give myself a minute to catch my breath, become accustomed to her girth. Then I slowly lower myself down taking that thick thing all the way inside. 

Once I'm filled with that massive cock, I find myself right back in her fantasy. I become some toy for all those guys to use. I start rocking back and forth clutching her breasts for support. "That's it, baby...fuck my cock...feels so good." My rocking morphs into some serious thrusts as I bounce up and down on that thick cock. 

I reach over to the nightstand desperately looking for the other cock she keeps in there. This one is exactly the same size as mine, seven inches long, but nearly as thick. I bring it to my mouth and push it all the way inside, right down to the root. This is what she feels when she sucks my cock.

It has a suction cup on the bottom. I lick it and stick it to the headboard just above her face. The tip flops down and lands on her face. She cannot stifle her moan. I bend down and take the tip in my mouth. She moans again. She loves this the most. She has told me a thousand times how all these boys have their way with me, me sucking one cock after another as they take turns fucking me, and she gets to watch the entire thing while pleasuring herself. 

I am so gone by then. I suck my own cock, barely an inch from her face, while bouncing effortlessly on the thick one in my ass. It is impossible for me not to think about her fantasy. All those guys, all those cocks, just using me. 

Then I hit my prostrate. I scream out uncontrollably. The cock in my mouth slips out and hits Pam in the face. I start making minute moves, massaging my prostrate with the tip of her cock. I have reached the height of submissiveness. As much as I want to deny it, I can't. Her cock in my ass is giving me such pleasure.

The room starts spinning as I near my orgasm. All I can think of is that cock. I hump it faster, harder...getting so close. It dominates me. I feel Pam snaking her finger past my lips and loose it. I start screaming uncontrollably as my cock literally explodes with such force, such power that I nearly pass out. Pam pulls her finger from my mouth and grabs the base of my cock pumping it as hard as she can as she wiggles her cock in my ass, driving my orgasm higher and higher. 

She milks the very last drop from me and I fall in a heap on top of her, delirious and satisfied. That thick cock is still lodged inside me, dominating me. I feel something against my lips and instinctively open up. The little minx pushes the other cock past my lips, this time it is drenched in sperm. I moan as I suck and swallow hungrily. And that pushes her over the edge. Her orgasm rips through her as she watches me lick and swallow for all I am worth. The taste of sperm fills my mouth, completes the illusion. 

She always has her most powerful orgasms when we play out this little scenario. She pulls the cock from my mouth and we both finally rest. Just before I drift off, I hear her say, "You are so good to me..."

*

Comments are most welcome.  



Santa's Little Helper



God, it's Christmas again, I hate this time of year. I always seem to be alone for the holidays, and that sucks. Seeing people walk through the malls hand in hand and me just watching. Well, of course this year is no exception. 

Guess I'm just not a holiday catch. I am Stanley, nothing much just Stanley. Rather average guy with a lousy job and not a lot of friends. So far this has been a pretty good story huh.

This year for a little extra cash I got a Santa gig at the mall, gives me something to do and I figured there was a good chance I might get a few nice tushes riding my lap some of the time. Nope, all I am getting are little bratty kids, some even crying, now that's the worst. A crying kid on your lap and you still have to be nice Santa. 

The only saving grace is Ricci and Sam, my helpers. Now Sam is a little hottie, blond, blue eyed, little vixen with nice ass and proud boobies. Her tiny costume does wonders for her figure, showing all the right places. She is so bouncy and full of smiles, and Ricci, she is my elf, I think she is a little person, but she just looks like a little preteen girl, not even sure how old she is. 

Red hair, really long but she wears it in a braid and green eyes. Now the elf costume does nothing to show off anything, it makes her look preteen too. So I was never really sure about her and kinda shy away, just in case. But Sam, now that was a real flirt fest.

We started when the mall opened and worked until the last were out, breaks every two hours, only 15 minutes, and a 30 min lunch, it really sucked. Had to dry clean the suit and get reimbursed. That was hell, I just took it to the laundry close to my place and used their steam washer. The girl would write me up a ticket for dry cleaning every other day. Hey, those kids were hellish on poor ole Santa. 

The lunch breaks were spent getting to know Sam, lots of suggestions and hoping, trying to get under the tiny little skirt she always wore. While we played around and getting to something, Ricci would take care of stocking the candy bins and doing a little clean up, she really never came into Santa's workshop, the little building we hid in during our breaks, leaving us to ourselves.

The last day, Christmas Eve of course, was brutal. Moms and Dads trying to get in the last minute shopping we became surrogate babysitters, the line going on forever, at least to the farthest exit door. One after another the kids kept coming and when it was time for the lunch break today, Sam asked me to come into the little workshop, she had something to ask me, very important she said. 

Once inside the little hideaway she asks, "I wanted to know if you could come to a party at my place tonight, just a few friends, but I would love you to be there, never know what can happen," then she kisses me on the cheek and leaves me to think of the possibilities.

After the doors close I shuffle out the last of the little kids and run to my place to get ready for tonight, I keep looking at the address and hoping someone doesn't beat me to her. I have lots of naughty plans for Sam tonight. Heading back to her apartment after a shower and quick change of clothes, doubting that my Santa suit was gonna get me anywhere with my little helper. 

Bringing a nice bottle of white wine, just to show a little class. As I get closer to her door I can hear some music coming from inside, but not much more. Not hearing the sounds of a party I look at the paper Sam had written her address on and find I am in the right place. 

Knocking I hear someone coming closer and the door opens to one of the hottest little bodies I had seen in a long time, thinking that I had been wrong, the helper suit didn't really show her off as well as I had thought. She was tanned and tiny, nice b-cup breasts and nipples poking out at me like unsharpened pencils. A short little school girl skirt covering a wonderfully shaped ass. Legs tight and just a little muscular, like an athlete.

"Hey Sam," I threw at her as she opened the door, "damn you look so nice," leaning over to kiss her cheek, then offering the wine.

"Hi Stan, I am so glad you came," her hand rests on my chest as I lean in for the kiss, she smiles, strokes my chest and then takes the wine bottle from me. Turning she heads back into the apartment as I follow, noticing that we seem to be alone. This makes my heart start to race. 

"So what happened to the party?" looking around and smiling, "Just us is it?"

"Well there were a few other friends going to stop by, but it seems they started a little early with the Christmas cheer and are in no shape to come over tonight, but it's not just us, my room mate is in the shower and will be out in a little bit. Can I pour you some of the wine you brought?"

"Of course you can," I settle down on the couch and listen to some of the tunes coming from the stereo as she gets a few glasses and pours us each one. She moves in and sits close to me on the couch handing me my glass. 

"I am sorry the party didn't happen Stan, I was really wanting to show you off a bit." This brings a naughty little smile to her face and a throbbing to my cock. I think this is going to be an eventful night to say the least. I settle back and take my glass, sipping the wine and returning Sam's smile.

We talk for a few minutes, laughing and joking about the little animals we have been dealing with, it is amazing that the parents let them get away with the crap they pull. When the first glass of wine is gone , Sam gets us another round and also pours a third. 

I assume the roommate will be out soon so I decide to slow the roll and wait til we can be alone. After she gives me back my glass and puts the third on the coffee table, she takes a nice big drink and looks at me with a shit eatin grin.

"OK, here's the thing, I really want to get fucked tonight and you are the one I need. So that is why I asked you over, I have wanted to do you since we first met and you made me laugh. I could almost taste you." As she finished she unzips that little skirt and lets it drop, standing there in a little pink thong, then the top comes off and she jumps onto the couch and in my arms. 

I grab her ass with my hands and we lock into a deep hard kiss, tongues exploring each others mouths and hands roaming all over. I start to grope and massage her tits and ass, feeling the wet crotch of her thong with my fingertips. She pushes herself up a bit and tears open my shirt, pushing her hands down between us and reaching my crotch and opening the zipper keeping me inside. 

Grabbing my cock with both hands she slides down and starts to lick my head and shaft. I let her slide off the couch and get beside me as I pinch her nipples I hear, "SO ..... am I gonna just be left here to play with myself?" 

Looking in the doorway to the hall I see a very small body, but what a body, about 4'5" with nice long red hair and piercing green eyes, it take a minute but I realize that it is Ricci, she looks so hot, standing there naked leaning against the wall, slowly rubbing her smooth mound, there is a chain between her pierced nipples. 

I had never even thought about her in that elf costume. She no longer looks like a preteen girl, holding out my hand, "there is room for you right over here Ricci." 

She walks over and slides her hands across Sam's ass, I can't get over how sexy her tiny body is, I pull her close and suck her nipples as I can see her fingers starting to tease Sam's already wet pussy. Sam moans as she slides my cock deep inside her mouth, licking my balls as she gets there. 

I put my hands on Ricci's side and pick her up, moving her over top of me and turning her to place her knees on my chest. This puts her smooth tiny cunt right above my face. Holding her I lick her lips until her pussy opens for me and I can suck her clit into my mouth. She drops her head back and her fingers find her nipples, pinching and pulling them as her passion started to rise. 

Sam sucks me like a vacuum and I know I won't be able to hold out for very long. Sam lifts her head, rubbing my cock against her cheek and says. "Hey, let's take this into the bedroom, and slow it down a bit."

We slowly get up from the couch and move down the hall to the bedroom, groping kissing and pawing each other all the way down the hallway. Getting into the bedroom Sam and Ricci climb onto the bed and lay back, both with knees up and pussies ready, I get down on the floor at the side of the bed and move back and forth from one to the other, licking and teasing each pussy and ass as I switch between the two. 

As I play and lick them they are kissing and playing with each others tits. The site is awesome, almost like a mother and daughter play pen. Then I get on my feet at the side of the bed and in between Sam's knees, I figure she gets the first thrusts since she started this play date. I start to rub the head on my cock against her clit and between those lips until I am wet enough to push inside. While my hand teases and fingers Ricci's already dripping pussy and my thumb slips into her tight puckered ass. 

The girls keep kissing and licking each other as I fuck one and finger the other, I pull out of Sam after several deep hard thrusts and move over to push my cock deep and fast into Ricci's tight little pussy. She tightens up as I push inside, but relaxes just enough for me to slide all the way in til my balls are laying against her ass. 

When I get into her, balls deep, she is pushing her hips toward me, they are moaning and starting to get more vocal as I have moved over and kept my fingers and thumbs busy with Sam's pussy and ass. That way keeping them both close to the edge and not just waiting for my cock. 

Then after several of those slamming thrust into Ricci I again move to enter Sam with my hard wet cock. This back and forth continues for a short while and I pull out of the last box and have the girls roll so Ricci is now on top of Sam, they keep the kissing and nipple sucking going but now I have one pussy right over the other and can just move up and down to reach each one without moving from my stance. 

I decide it is time to explore the other holes and start to push into each ass in place of the pussy volley I had going, that lit them up and the vocals reached a fever pitch. I could get deep in Sam's ass but Ricci was so tight, barely getting the head inside. It still was sending her over the edge as I did. But I could tell she just wasn't ready, not near relaxed enough.

So I pull out and decide it is time for me to relax a bit and climb on the bed between them. Grabbing Ricci and returning her to the position we had begun with as I lick and suck her pussy and ass with her knees resting on my chest. Sam climbs on and starts to ride my cock continuing to kiss and make out with Ricci as they both rode me, one on my cock the other on my chin and tongue, swapping themselves between the two positions. 

We keep this up for the rest of the night, in every position we could think of, no one getting left out. Sometimes me fucking one then the other, they were using toys on each other, they would lick and suck each other and then come back to me. It was like a small orgy, everyone getting close but not going over to keep the fever pitch high. 

We ended it with a daisy chain so each of us could get a face full of the juices we were creating as we all explode together, soaking the bed together. The collapsing into a pile in a mix of sweat, cum and slobbers. Mmmmmmmmmm. When we are all finally spent we lay in each other arms and drift off, into a very restful peace.

I wake up after a short nap, entwined in a pile with the girls wrapped around me. I have to go to the can so I wiggle and slip my way off the bed and head to the bathroom. After that business is done I stop in the kitchen looking for something to drink, to replenish some of the fluids I had just left in the bedroom. 

As I am standing at the fridge I hear someone approach from behind, turning I see Ricci standing behind me next to the kitchen island. She walks up and wraps her arms around me, burying her face in my belly. "Oh Stan, tonight was great, thank you for this, I NEEDED you so badly." I pull her close then drop to my knees in front of her, again taking her into my arms and kissing her deeply.

"Ricci I would never have guessed, never have imagined, you were wonderful and so hot." Kissing her once again I pick her up and set her on the counter top of the island, leaning forward I lick and suck her nipples, teasing each, rubbing the hard nips between my fingers and thumbs. Looking her in the eyes as I keep getting her closer to another orgasm. 

Dropping to one knee I place her legs over my shoulders, lowering my head between her thighs and licking her again, she immediately starts to cum on my tongue, coating my face with her juices. I keep licking and sucking as she cums, wanting it to last forever, then I stand and lift her, her legs sliding to my elbows and her pussy dropping to my cock. I slip inside easily and she cums again. 

Bouncing her on my arms and her pussy slamming against my crotch, she moans and calls my name, "OH STAN, BABY FUCK ME HARDDDD!!!, I AM .... CUMMIN FOR ..... YOU ...... MAKE ME CUM ...... OVER AND OVER BABY!!! Her head lays back her hair flowing down her back and she cums, over and over, one after another wave of pleasure as I bounce her against my body.

Slowing down and letting her slide down the front of me, I hear her say, "Stan baby please, get that big hard cock in my ass, I need you SOOO BAD!!

As her feet hit the floor I turn her around lifting her again and laying her on the counter belly down Bending my knees a little I take the shaft of my cock into my hand and slip the head between her lips and covering the purple head with her slippery wet cum. Then I push it against the tiny pucker of her ass. I lean over close to her ear and whisper, "I am going in baby, are you ready?"

"Yes... YES .... OH GOD YES.... PUSH HIM IN MY ASS STAN ..... PUSH HIM IN DEEP!! As hot and anxious that her begging made me I still take my time, first just the head, as it slips inside I pinch and rub her clitty hard and fast. She tightens but soon relaxes and my cock slides in deeper and hits bottom. 

I hold her there for a few seconds and start to rock my hips, pushing in and out of that TIGHT, tiny ass. She relaxes more and I can move faster and deeper. Placing my hands on either side of her holding myself up on the counter. I start to slam and can hear myself breathing like a marathon runner. Her tight ass is too much and it doesn't take me long to be ready to cum.

AS I get to that point of no return I tell her, "BABY RIC... I AM GONNA BLOW SWEETIE ...... CUM WITH ME RICCI!!! aaarrrrggghhhhh Baby you are Taking me home."

"OH SHIT,,, STAN.. I AM TOO.... MAKE ME CUM... FUCK THAT ASS BABY!!!," She hollers back as we both drive over the edge, I start pumping cum into her ass as she starts to spray my legs and feet with a forceful squirt from her pussy. A few more thrusts and I slow to a slight rock. 

She is thrashing and cumming like mad. When I can hold on no more I step back pick her up turn her around and pull her close to me, her feet dangling as I do. I carry her into the living room and onto the couch. Sitting I pull her down into my lap and we sit and hold each other for quiet a long time. 

Sam was something else and I will always be grateful for her bringing me to her party and the night we shared, but Sam wasn't looking for one person, as a matter of fact, she is doing movies now, and she is known as the orgy queen, maybe you've seen some of her work. 

From that night on it has been my lil Ric and me. We go everywhere and do everything. I have found out there is a kinky side to my lil Santa's helper too. We have started to play with a little spanking and bondage, even joined a few local munches and had some public fun. We are both "growing" and getting into a place that keeps us both alive. 

She is amazing, she loves playing little, being my little baby, I get to take care of her, love her and when she is bad or naughty, punish her. I believe there will be a lot more for me to share, we are just getting started. Nothing could be better, I am so happy with my Santa's Little Helper.



Santa's Little Helper



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It was that time of year again; time to get the suit out of mothballs and dry cleaned, Nick thought to his self. He headed up the rickety stairs toward the attic, pushing the cobwebs out of his way. He reached the door and rattled the doorknob, causing the door eerily creaked open. The room was filled with thick musty air, as he made his way across the room to the light switch. Flicking it on the room illuminated. In the corner of the room, hung the Christmas red Santa suit, in a clear plastic bag. A smile crept across Nick's face as he made a beeline for the suit.

This was Nicks' favorite time of year. He got to bring a little happiness into children's lives as he took a month off of work. He dressed up as Santa and donated the proceeds of his Santa work to Toys for Tots.

He grabbed the suit, headed downstairs, and out to his car. Still with a huge grin on his face, he drove off to the drycleaners.

"Hey Nick, is that time of year again?" the drycleaner, Doris, greet him.

"Yeah, it seems to be coming quicker and quicker every year Doris." He smiled handing the suit over.

"You aren't kidding. I remember when you were going to see Santa with your mom and sister. Now you're playing Santa for the kiddies." Doris laughed.

"God Doris, you're making me feel old!" he chuckled.

"YOU feel old?! How do you think I feel?" She laughed as she handed him his ticket.

"Thanks, Doris." He smiled and took the ticket.

Nick went to the barbers for a trim and shave, before picking the suit back up from Doris, and going home to try his beard and freshly cleaned suit on.

Standing in front of the bathroom mirror, he straightened his snow white beard and hat with hair. He walked into the bedroom in his CK boxers. Picking up the prosthetic rubber belly from the bed, he strapped it across his toned stomach. He stood in front of the full length mirror, adjusting it, before pulling a white t-shirt over the belly. He pulled on the red and white trousers, tucking the t-shirt in, and slipping into the red and white coat. Finally he fastened the black leather belt tightly under the belly.

"Ho Ho Ho... Merry Christmas" He called out before chuckling.

He made his way downstairs to the front door, where he pulled on a pair of black leather boots trimmed with white fur on top. Grabbing the huge red velvet sack he made his way to his Audi Q7 and put the sack in the trunk.

"Hi Ho, Hi Ho, it's off to work I go" he hummed.

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Nick arrived at his local mall, where he would be playing Santa this year. He was greeted by a woman in her 30's in a grey pants suit with her silver-blonde hair in a high bun. She clasped a clipboard to her breasts with a stern look upon her face. He pulled up next to her and put the passenger window down.

"You must be Nick Stein. You are late." She said without wavering.

"Actually I am a day early. Who are you and where is Mitch?" He said annoyed.

"I am Miss Gretchen Campbell. I am the NEW manager of the mall." She smiled sarcastically.

"Well Miss Campbell, anytime I have played Santa here, I was always given tomorrow as the day to start. It is your mistake for not telling me YOU have changed the contract I have with the mall owner, Mitch." Nick gloated.

"Erm... well... I..." she stammered.

"You didn't realize I had a contract, I assume? Well now that we have exchanged our pleasantries how about you let me in to see where I shall be working and with whom." He smiled.

"Of course, Mister Stein," She said defeated.

"Actually, if you could call me Santa, or Mister Nicolas, that would be better. That makes it more realistic for the kids and doesn't ruin their belief in Santa." Nick smiled.

"Ok... Santa." She cringed.

Nick parked his car, took the sack from the trunk, and followed Gretchen in through the back door of the mall to where Santa's Winter Wonderland had been set up. He looked around taking in all the decorations and saw the elves all huddled around in a corner talking to each other.

"Elves fall in line, NOW." Gretchen yelled.

Five female elves lined up.

"Names, NOW, Left to Right!" She yelled like some kind of oppressive leader.

"Laura, Michelle, Audrey, Delilah, Holly." The girls called out looking straight ahead.

"This is Santa; you shall address him as such, or suffer the ramifications for not following my orders. Is that clear?!" she called hitting her clipboard.

"Yes, Miss Campbell," the girls called in unison.

"You can leave us now, Miss Campbell, I'm sure the elves will adhere to your rules, if not they'll be on my naughty list. I Promise." He made a stern face then winked.

She drew her eyes closed, making a pissed off face at him, and walked away, her heels clicking away into the distance.

"Okay girls, ignore everything she said. You answer to me. You're MY elves. Only thing I ask is that you call me Santa, so the kids truly believe I am Santa and that they don't think I'm just some random man in a Santa suit." He smiled.

"Yes, Santa," they called out.

"So tell me Elves, who is to be my helper elf?" he looked at the girls.

Their silence was deafening.

"Well? Don't tell me no one has told you what to do!?" he sighed.

"Erm, it is usually Miss Campbell that tells us what to do and when to do it. She's such a bitch." One girl said quietly.

"YOU, You will be my Helper Elf. What is your name?" he smiled softy.

"Me? But I called her a bitch... I'm Holly." She blushed and looked at her feet.

"Yes you, you are to be my helper elf. You will give the kids their presents, I like your heart." He looked at her fiery hair and piecing green eyes.

"You two will be queue handlers, you two will be in charge of taking the money and making sure every child gets the time they require with me. Okay?" He smiled at the girls.

"Yes, Santa," they replied.

"Holly, come with me." He put his arm around her slender shoulders. "This sack is special, it has presents I have brought, and it's for those kids I feel need an extra boost. So when I say 'I wonder what's in my special velvet sack for you, you go into this sack instead of the normal one. Okay?" He smiled as they walked to the large, overbearing, oak, and red velvet chair, surrounded by fake snow and candy canes.

"Aw, you are the sweetest Santa I've ever known, and I've been doing this for the past five years. Of course, as you said, we are your elves. We shall do as you say, Santa." She smiled with watery eyes.

"Good, I'm glad you approve. Well, looks like that's everything, we can start soon. Just need to make sure my beard is on straight." He smiled.

"It's perfect, Santa." She looked up at him and pushed it slightly.

"Good, I'll take my place on my throne, and can you ring the bell?" he smiled.

Nick took his place upon Santa's large oak chair, as Holly rang the bell to alert everyone Santa was in the building.

A line of eager children with unhappy parents appeared almost instantly, the first day was pretty quiet, in terms of what Nick had seen before, the next few days got busier and busier. After a week, if you did not get in line as soon as Santa was home, you would be stuck in the queue for up to two hours. But parents will do anything to keep their children happy, whilst Christmas shopping in a busy mall.

Santa's special velvet bag made an appearance at least six times on a quiet day, every time Holly would have tiny tears in her eyes because of Nicks' generosity towards the kids who really needed extra.

For the next few weeks everything ran as clockwork. Open at nine, close at seven, with an hour for lunch, maybe. He was seeing at least a hundred kids in a day making their lives a little brighter, but Nick knew that Christmas would soon be upon them, and all of this would be over until next year.

On this particular day, the line was not going down at all, he sent Holly to tell Laura and Michelle to close the line. No more people could join, and they were closed. Also she was to tell Audrey and Delilah to hold the queue for five minutes.

"Holly, I really don't want to send the kids away that have queued so long. Would you mind staying and helping me finish the queue? I can give you a ride home if you need one." He asked.

"Of course I will stay, I'm your helper if you're here I'm here." She smiled. "I will put the closed sign at the back of the queue and put out an announcement."

"Please, and tell the girls they can go once they've collected all the money. Thank you, Holly." He smiled and kissed her hand.

Holly returned with a hot chocolate for her and Nick.

"Tell me when you're ready Santa."

"I'm ready..." he took a gulp of his drink.

Holly rang the bell and the kids started coming to see Santa again. It was after 10 pm when the last child was making his way to Santa, with his Mom. They exchanged the usual pleasantries.

"What would you like for Christmas Son?" Santa asked.

"I want my Mom to be at home on Christmas day."

"Anything else?"

"No, just my mom at home. Thank you"

The little boy jumped down from his knee.

"Hold on, I'm sure there is something in my special velvet sack for you!"

Holly bent down into the sack, pulled out the last two presents, and handed them to the little boy. Nick was too busy looking down Holly's top to notice.

"Thanks, Santa!!" the little boy smiled.

"No, thank you Son, you're such a kind little boy. You deserved two because you didn't ask for any. Can I speak to your Mom?" He asked.

"Of course, Santa," he said as he pushed his Mom towards Santa.

"You go get some candy from Holly my elf, ok?"

"Sure thing. Santa." He skipped off with Holly.

Nick motioned for the little boys' mother to come closer.

"Why can't you spend Christmas with him?"

"His father left last year, and I have to work twelve hours a day seven days a week to make ends meet. I can't take any days off." She sighed "I wish I could, but it's impossible."

"What if I could give you a better paying job?"

"What?" she looked confused.

"This isn't my source of income. This is what I spend my holiday time doing. I donate the money to Toys for Tots. I have a business, I just enjoy bring a little joy to kids at this time of year. Because I can." He smiled. "What can you do?"

"I work at a diner, but I'm a really fast learner."

"Here's my card, and two hundred bucks. Take Christmas off and tell them Santa sent you." He smiled and she stuffed it into her pocket as the little boy returned.

"Thank you, Santa," she cried.

"Mommy, why are you crying? Was Santa bad to you because you have to work?" He asked with a sad look.

"No, Santa has been really good. We can spend Christmas together, and I'm getting a new job." She hugged her little boy.

"THANK YOU SANTA!" The little boy ran and jumped up hugging Nick.

"You're welcome. Go home with your mom. You never know, you might get a surprise on Christmas morning." He smiled and helped the little boy down.

His mother and he walked away, one smiling, one crying and smiling. They will never forget this trip to the mall.

An announcement came across the speakers calling out 'THE MALL IS NOW CLOSED'.

"Well, that was an interesting last customer." Nick said as he slouched back in his chair.

"Not the Last customer... Santa..." Holly smiled as she went to stand in the queue behind the velvet ropes.

"Well, it looks like there is one little girl left. Why don't you come up and sit on Santa's lap and tell me what your name is." He smiled.

Holly walked forward slowly in her red and green elf's outfit, with red and white stripy stockings, knee high leather boots, and little green hat on top of her flaming red hair.

"My name is Holly..." she smiled as she walked up the two steps towards him.

"Holly, such a pretty name, for a pretty girl. Why don't you sit on my lap? Tell me what you want for Christmas and if you been a good girl." He was trying to keep a straight face.

"Well, Santa I am not sure if I will be on your nice list because I have been a very naughty girl." She whispered in his ear before taking his ear lobe between her teeth.

"Erm... Well let me see..." Nick shifted in the seat, cleared his throat, and opened a book.

"I'll sit here while you check." Holly perched across his lap and crossed her legs flashing her panties to him.

"Hmm... it seems to be that you are in between lists, you could go either way. It depends on your action between now and Christmas." He placed his hand on her thigh and raised an eyebrow.

"Seems like Santa wants me on the naughty list..." She smiled, uncrossed her legs and placed her hand on top of his, sliding his hand up her thigh to her dewy inner thigh.

"Looks like Holly will be on my naughty list." He put his hand under her knees and around her waist, then carried her into Santa's grotto.

"Turn around, hands on the table." He commanded.

She turned and obeyed.

He stood behind her caressing her body. Using his feet, he pushed her legs apart, as he moved her hair to nibble on her neck. Then he thrust her forward onto the table. Kneeling down, he kissed up her legs slowly, caressing them with butterfly kisses, and nibbling on her inner thigh's satiny flesh. He began massaging her ass with a finger, slowly massaging her anus gently.

Nick could hear gasps and moans from his naughty little elf Holly, as he continued his exploration of her body. He pulled her back up by the waist to kiss her neck again as he unfastened her little elf dress. Letting it fall to the floor, he grabbed her arms, biting on her shoulders.

She felt something being wrapped around her wrists, as she stood quivering in front of Santa.

"You have been a naughty girl Holly, and you will be my Christmas present, to do with what I want." He snickered.

"What is around my wrists?"

"Ribbon, it is only fitting as you are after all my present." He continued to kiss her back before turning her around.

He undid the leather belt on his jacket. Then he took the jacket, t-shirt, and belly off. He threw them in the corner, out of the way, but kept the belt placing it on the table behind Holly.

He took her in his arms kissing her hard. Their tongues were dancing together as one, intertwining. His hands roamed her body as she stood helpless and defenceless in front of him, bound.

He broke their passionate embrace, twirling her around and bending her over onto the table, to expose her juicy ass as it hovered in mid-air. His hands ran across her ass caressing it lovingly before lifting off and spanking her, making her jump with surprise.

"Ahha... That hurt." She protested.

He ran his hand over the area he had just spanked, soothing the skin, and making it feel better. The warm feeling spreading from her ass stopped her protests.

He spanked her again, this time no protest. Again, and again, he swatted her bottom, until he noticed she was getting very wet from being spanked.

He got onto his knees, spreading her cheeks apart. He made a long stroke with his tongue, tasting her for the first time, making her quiver with that single touch of his tongue. With every stroke of his tongue he would spank her a little harder. Making her sex wetter, her legs weaker, and her body warmer.

"Stop!" she cried out. "Please Stop..." She quivered as she tried to reach for his hair with her bound hands.

He continued to lick her and spank her, his hand reaching around her thigh to her clit. He flicked her nub, making her legs completely buckle under her, sending shock waves throughout her body. With a moan she came in his mouth.

"Mmm....Tasty." he laughed.

He stood up and took his trousers and boxers off, letting his cock spring free into mid-air.

"Well Holly, you have someone's attention anyway." He chucked as he rubbed the head down her slit to her clit getting it wet.

Holly let out a gasp as he touched her clit with his cock, making a tiny shockwave ride across her.

He bent down on top of her nibbling on her neck and earlobe.

"Ready?" he whispered.

She let out a light moan of anticipation as she nodded.

He positioned himself and thrust into her in one long stroke.

Holly let out a groan of pain and pleasure, as her legs got their strength back to push back into Nick. He grabbed her waist for leverage, and started to slowly withdraw from her before sliding back into her fully, hips colliding, bodies meshing, becoming one. He began to pick up speed thrusting into her. He was holding onto her arms, lifting her off the table, fucking her hard, making her breasts bounce furiously as they fucked on Santa's desk.

He pulled out of her and grabbed the leather belt. Wrapping it around his hand, he caressed her ass before slapping it with the leather belt, Holly let out a yelp before Nick rubbed and caressed it. Then he repeated the swat on the other cheek.

"Get up." He commanded as he pulled her arms.

He got onto the desk and lay down.

"Ride me, naughty elf." He commanded.

"Yes, Santa," she nodded.

He helped her up onto the desk and positioned his cock for her, as her hands were still tied behind her back. As she sank down onto his rock hard cock, she closed her eyes. Grinding back and forth she rode him as fast as she could. Nick reached around and untied her arms letting her free. She grabbed his hands and laced their fingers together as she held his arms above his head. She leaned down and kissed his neck and along his jaw line before biting his bottom lip gently.

"Fuck me, Santa, Fuck me hard." She whispered in his ear.

He began to thrust up into her as she rode him hard, their bodies colliding as the made love. Her breasts were bouncing and swaying in time to the thrusts. He leaned up and nibbled on her nipples that were swaying above his head, making her cry out in ecstasy.

They rode together in sync bringing each other to the point of completion. Breathing heavy, sweat glistening in the Christmas lights they came together, in Santa's grotto, on Santa's desk.

Holly collapsed on top of Nicks' chest as they became one complete person.

"That was... amazing, Santa."

"I guess I got a ride, rather than me giving you one." He laughed. "You're my favorite little elf."

"You're my favorite Santa." Holly Chuckled.

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Neither Nick nor Holly knew that there were secret cameras placed inside Santa's grotto by Miss Campbell to spy on everyone. She was currently watching them make love and fuck on the desk in the Grotto. She sat in her office, with her panties at her knees and her skirt pulled up around her ass, as she slowly rubbed her clit.

Tweaking her nipples through her starched shirt, she ran her hand across her breasts as she watched them on the cameras from different angles. She slipped her fingers inside her velvety warmth, gently and slowly plunging into herself.

Her door swung open revealing Errol the night time security guard, who had been watching Gretchen on camera. He was standing with his large chocolate cock in hand, stroking and watching her squirm.

"Good evening Gretchen. Looks like you need company." He smirked.

"Get OUT!!" she cried out as she tried to cover herself.

Errol step inside her office and closed the door behind him and locked it with his master key.

"No, tonight you will beg. You will beg hard." He said coldly.

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The next week, the two exchanged naughty glances, smiles and a grope when no one was looking. One of the days, it was extremely quiet. Santa grabbed Holly's ass and was caught when Miss Campbell was walking past.

"That is completely unacceptable behavior from a Santa and an elf! My office now!!" Gretchen commanded.

They followed her up to her office, laughing.




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"Sit down!" she yelled.

"No, what seems to be the problem?" he asked.

"You are playing Santa; you are supposed to be respectable and mythical to the children. NOT grabbing the elves ass!" she roared.

"There was no one around as we were not opened yet. It is not up to you to decide what is and is not respectable behavior, Miss Campbell!" Nick replied.

"You two will be given warnings, if this happens again you will be terminated." She told them.

"Do you know what Miss Campbell, You are fired. We own this mall and your services are no longer required. Pack your things and Errol will escort you off of the premises immediately." Holly told her.

"Let's go home, Missus Stein." Nick said to Holly as he took her hand and kissed her.

Both of them will be on Santa's naughty list for a while, but Santa always forgives in the end.

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Santa's Little Helpers



Judy was all alone this Christmas, no man or family to speak of to keep her company. She lay on the rug in front of the fire, reading, sipping fine wine and nibbling Belgian chocolate. Any other night of the year and this would be bliss, but this was Christmas Eve and the loneliness weighed her down like an anchor around her neck. Without realising it, her eyes closed and her head rested on the still open pages of the book and she fell into a deep and peaceful sleep.

She awoke to the sight of a tiny face looking down at her, not the face of a child but that of a grown man, just scaled down. Literally dumbstruck, Judy just lay there looking up, for how long is anybodies guess, but it seemed like an age. The prolonged silence was only broken when the curious little man opened his mouth to speak. 'And what would you like for Christmas my lovely' he piped up, his voice high pitched, matching his stature perfectly. Before she could answer, she felt little but very strong hands grab at her wrist and ankles, pinning her to the floor. 'Now don't you worry, we are going to make your Christmas dreams come true' piped the little man. At this point she started to let out a scream but this was rapidly muted by a hand clamped across her mouth. 'Now you calm down' the little man said, in a very soothing voice, 'we will do you no harm, quite the opposite in fact. We are here to answer your Christmas wishes'. Strangely, she didn't feel any panic, didn't sense any danger and the situation was so bizarre she thought that she must be dreaming anyway. She was more confused and intrigued than frightened.

'God, how many are there' she thought to herself. Up until this point she had only noticed the one who had spoken, but a quick glance around revealed one holding each of her arms and legs, and she still caught movement from the corner of her eye from others that were in the room. Within seconds her clothes were being wrestled from her, the grip on her ankles and wrists only lessened to allow her garments to be removed. Now totally naked, she could feel small hands working over her body, not roughly but gently, not quite tickling but making her tingle all over. She had no idea how many pairs of tiny hands were teasing her and before she could have a look to count them she found herself unable to see as a blindfold was placed onto her face. Now in darkness, her sense of touch heightened the feel of hands on her body, caressing her breasts and stroking her inner thighs the sensation was driving her insane. 

She let out a small involuntary moan as the pleasure intensified. Was that a tongue she felt? Yes it was; she thought right before her left nipple was taken into an unseen mouth, the right one soon followed, both of them now simultaneously being sucked, licked and nibbled. The grip on her ankles tightened as her legs were pulled apart, being spread wide exposing her soft fleshy and very wet pussy. She sensed a presence before the tongue touched, but when it did the feeling shot through her whole body, making her spasm. She tried to wriggle but was firmly pinned, this only intensified the feeling, pleasure to the point of unbearable. While the tongue circled her swollen bud, making her tremble and moan, the multitude of hands continued to caress her body, unseen mouths kissed her neck, breasts, abdomen and legs, a pleasure like this she had never ever felt before, each and every touch like a jolt of electricity surging through her entire body. Then, as Judy thought that she might just explode, it all stopped. Nothing, silence covered the room. She let out a groan, this time through disappointment and pure wanton lust.

This pause in the festivities seemed to last forever, in reality it was only a few seconds but for Judy, left there naked, writhing on the floor it was an eternity. Then, something pressed against her moist, slightly parted lips; both sets; at the same time. This was something that she hadn't tasted in a long time but she instantly recognised the feel of the bulbous head as she ran her tongue around it before greedily sucking it into her mouth, the feel of a hard shaft as it slid effortlessly into her, filling her up. These were no midget cocks, these were fully formed, and then some. It was then that she noticed that the hands were still gripping her wrists and ankles; she had stopped noticing them following the ecstatic experience that she had just had. However, now she started to buck and move under the strain of being pounded by the two very ample cocks, she noticed alright. Her arms spread out wide to her sides, and her legs wider still, she was unable to move, still blindfolded, the pressure building inside her and with it, urgency and pace, hurtling towards an explosive climax like a train with no brakes.

The kissing and touching started again. This was too much, she was shaking all over, red in the face and panting like a dog in the desert. She could hear next to her, among the other sounds and the boom of her heart beating in her head, the sound of fists shuffling on man meat, the breathless whimpers of men on the brink. She sucked harder on the cock in her mouth, craning her neck to get more into her mouth and being banged furiously between her legs she let out a scream. As she did, another dick was pushed crudely into the void left when she opened her mouth. Now she was sucking frantically at two cocks, her and the two men who were the proud owners of these fine pieces all moving with a spastic rhythm. She heard a groan to her other side and felt her face splattered with hot sticky love juice, she felt one of the cocks in her mouth twitch and she was having to swallow cum. She trembled, then every muscle in her body seemed to spasm, she tightened around the cock inside her like an iron fist, which obviously did the trick as she felt him shoot his load deep into her, she could feel their combined juices trickling down her inner thigh as he withdrew. She seemed to be having one eternal climax that came in waves, shuddering and completely lost in the experience she was in a complete state of abandon. The whole affair was neatly concluded with another mouthful or two of spunk from the dick left in her mouth, then it was over.

Lying naked on the floor, Judy had no idea how much time had passed, utterly spent, exhausted and satisfied she didn't care and drifted into a deep sleep once more, she didn't even notice that she was still blindfolded. She woke with a start, confused as to why she couldn't see, in the half sleep state that she was in, memories of the previous night encounter started coming back. She removed the blindfold and licked her lips, tasting cum. Besides her clothes on the floor there was no other evidence of any goings on other than a small envelope on the mantle piece. She got off the floor and opened it, it was Christmas card, nothing special. Opening it up, the message inside simply read.

May all your Christmas wishes come true

Lots of Love

Santa's little helpers 



Santa's Little Helpers



It is Christmas Eve and Santa's workshop in finally settling down from the frenzy that had taken place in order to make sure the big guy was going to leave on time. In fact the craziness of it all put him ahead of schedule. Santa decides to make a final check on his sleigh himself.

As he comes upon the sleigh there are two elves sitting on it. It is at this point Santa notices both are sitting naked. For being over two hundred years old each, they looked very damn good. Santa looks their firm, round and unobstructed breasts as his cock strains at his pants, trying to burst free.

"You like what you see big boy?" Tabitha asks him seductively.

"Ho, ho, ho," Santa laughs. "I think Mrs. Claus would think otherwise."

"What she doesn't know won't hurt her," Cindy says leaning closer and grabbing hold of his cock.

She puts her hand under his waistband and wraps her soft fingers around his shaft. Slowly she begins to slide her hand up and down causing him to moan on pleasure. She moves closer and pushes her lips against his through the fluffy white beard. She probes with her tongue, desperately trying to get him to open his mouth and accept it inside.

Santa wants to try and fight it but his body just wouldn't. He reaches up and takes a breast in each hand. Cindy lets out a small gasp as her tongue finally passes between his lips and her nipples come under the attention of Santa's thumbs as he rolls them around in gentle circles.

Cindy breaks off the kiss and stands up in front of Santa, coming face to face with him only because she was standing on the sleigh. Slowly she turns around and teasingly bends forward sticking her ass in his face. Santa's hands reach up to grab the soft flesh of her ass, squeezing gently and causing a moan to escape her lips. He moves his thumbs again and pulls her puffy lips apart, opening up her pussy.

Cindy stands up and turns, leaning forward to kiss Santa once more. "Not quite yet Santa," she says smiling. She grabs his hands so she can make him squeeze her breasts. After a few minutes she pulls his down his pants freeing his raging, hard cock.

"Oh Santa!" Tabitha exclaims. "It's so big!" She drives two of her fingers into her wet pussy while rubbing her breasts and teasing her own nipples.

Cindy smiles and throws his pants to the floor. She drops to her knees and takes his massive cock into her mouth. No teasing licks and fondling, just straight down until it hits the back of her tiny throat.

Tabitha is getting wetter and she can feel her cum seeping out around her fingers, down her thighs and trickling down her legs. She sits watching Cindy's head bob up and down on Santa's thick cock, surprised at how much of it can fit into her mouth.

Cindy suddenly stops sucking and while stroking his cock, she looks into Santa's eyes and he seems to know just what she wants. He helps her bend over the seat then kneels behind her, getting a perfect view of her slick pussy. Cindy lifts her ass up and Santa slips in, flicking his tongue against her clit, causing a squeal of delight to escape her lips. She twists and teases her nipples as he drives his tongue into her pussy, mashing his face between her pussy lips. He sucks on her clit and nibbling it softly until she tenses up and starts shuddering.

Tabitha drives her fingers in faster while playing with her own clit with the other hand and right after Cindy's orgasm she has one. She wants to join in, but she waits as she is enjoying the show far too much.

"Fuck me Santa," Cindy cries.

Tabitha's hand remains on her clit in circles on it while she uses her other hand to tease her nipples in anticipation of what is to come. Santa moves in closer to Cindy and lines up his cock with her tiny pussy. He rubs his cock against her clit a few times then up and down her pussy lips that is still slick with a mixture of saliva and cum. He teases her for a few moments before sliding it inward.

Santa's cock throbs inside the super tight and soaked pussy. She feels like a virgin, but he knows it is because she is tiny and his cock is a lot bigger than any elf in his employment. He pushes until he meets too much resistance then slams his cock in hard until she takes the entire length of it. Cindy screams out with a combination of pain and pleasure.

Tabitha rubs her clit furiously, moaning loudly as another orgasm hits. Once it subsides she slides over to Cindy's face and brings her lips to the other elf. Their mouths lock together and they slip their tongues into each other's mouth. Reaching under Cindy, she finds her clit and starts rubbing it causing Cindy to moan extra loud. Santa reaches around to grab one of Cindy's breasts and one of Tabitha's. Soon all three are enjoying themselves and Cindy starts to have another orgasm.

She drives her hips back into Santa's groin and then squirts all over his cock. Santa pulls out and sits down between the two elf women and Tabitha wastes no time in climbing on the big man to impale herself on his cock. She drives her slick, wet pussy on him so fast she barely feels the pain as he stretches her to the limit. She starts furiously bouncing up and down while rubbing her clit until she too has an orgasm. Screaming and thrashing, she finally calms down and gets up.

Tabitha pulls Cindy back up and bends her over the seat once more and proceeds to lick her swollen pussy then she lifts Cindy's ass into the air and signals Santa to fuck her. He doesn't wait for another gesture and he gets behind her, burying his cock once more into her little pussy. Tabitha slides in front of Cindy's face, implanting her pussy into it. Soon Cindy is reaching another orgasm and starts moaning into Tabitha's tight pussy. The vibrations of Cindy's moans push Tabitha over the edge and both elves orgasm together. Tabitha sprays Cindy's face with cum and Cindy coats Santa's cock in her own.

Santa stops pounding Cindy's tight pussy and rolls her over to her back. With her legs up in the air he slides back in, feeling her velvety wall consume his cock. Tabitha lowers herself over Cindy's face. Cindy moves her arms up under Tabitha's legs and grabs her ass, pulling her down further onto her face, pushing her tongue into her tasty pussy lips. Santa drives his thick cock in and out, pulling nearly all the way out before pushing it back in until his balls bang against her ass cheeks.

Cindy is taken back to the point of another orgasm and squirts all over his balls and legs. Tabitha squeezes her breasts and plays with her nipples as Cindy's tongue continues flicking around inside her until finally she bursts. Santa continues driving his aching cock into Cindy's throbbing pussy and without warning he shoots his hot cum deep into Cindy so hard she feels it hit the back of her pussy, triggering another miniature orgasm.

Santa leans back against the sleigh and huffs. Tabitha crosses her arms and says, "I wanted some of Santa's cum too."

Santa smiles and says, "Ho, ho, ho. When I get back from my trip, you two better be waiting and I'll have a special present for you too."