23 comments/ 269410 views/ 224 favorites Claire's Christmas By: GeorgeTasker Thanks to seth_perm for letting me borrow the lovely Claire Bell, she's a fantastic character to have a little fun with. If you haven't already read them, make sure you check out the Claire's Career stories by seth_perm they're currently some of my favourite tales of lust and humour on literotica. Anyway, on with the story: "Is this really necessary?" asked Claire Bell with some irritation as the young department store clerk squeezed her large, firm boobs through her top, giving them a good feel. Claire was a gorgeous young woman in her mid twenties, with long red hair and a killer body that often drew her too much attention. "We don't offer refunds so I need to be sure you're buying the correct size," the man explained as he fondled her lovely melons. He looked to be in his mid twenties as well, although his face was marked by enough acne to make a teenager proud. Claire frowned at this, his explanation momentarily confusing her. The curvy redhead wasn't the quickest thinker in the world. In the meantime, the clerk didn't hesitate to continue his groping, mauling Claire's big tits through her tight fitting white t-shirt. The top had the word 'babe' printed across the chest, although the man's fondling fingers caused the words to disappear and contort as he sunk them into the generous mountains of Claire's bosom. "But the shirt's not for me," protested Claire at last, holding up the blue and black striped men's shirt she was trying to purchase. "It's for my boyfriend Danny. It's a Christmas present." "Oh," replied the clerk in disappointment. He gave the beautiful redhead's big hooters once last brief squeeze and then dropped his hands away. "What's your boyfriend's neck measurement?" "Forty centimetres," replied Claire, she smiled inwardly, rather pleased at herself for remembering to check Danny's size before going shopping, she'd had a heap of trouble getting it right in the past. The spotty faced clerk gave the shirt a quick glance. "That's the right size," he confirmed. Claire thanked him. She was always amazed at how easy it was to buy men's clothing. In her experience it was always a nightmare finding the right size when it came to women's clothing, and she often had to try on numerous different outfits and get measured, poked, squeezed and probed when she went shopping for herself. Usually by male store clerks strangely. The busty redhead paid for her purchase and then started to leave. When she reached the front door of the department store she noticed a sign, it was a job advertisement for the store. Claire read the ad with interest. She was currently unemployed and hadn't had much luck with jobs at all since losing her hairdressing job. In fact she'd done everything from acting, to teaching, to door to door sales, singing, consulting, you name it, and she'd done it. The ad seemed to be a temporary job for the holiday's as the department store's Mrs Claus for their Santa's grotto. Claire had worked in sales, and had even been an actress for a short while. She also loved children and Christmas. It sounded like the perfect job as far as she was concerned. Not wanting anyone else to beat her to it, Claire ripped the ad down off the door and immediately asked the nearest shop assistant to give her directions to the department store manager's office. Mr Bostok, the store manager, wasn't busy and saw her immediately. He was a short, rather plump middle aged man with a very red face and a busy brown moustache. His pale blue business shirt looked a couple of sizes too small, the buttons gaping as the material stretched across his sizeable torso and giving Claire an unpleasant view of his pale, flabby and apparently rather hairy, tummy. "I think I can do an outstanding job as Mrs Claus," Claire assured Mr Bostok after she explained why she was there. Mr Bostok's gaze was glued to the swelling front of Claire's t-shirt, her chest seemingly impossibly large as it thrust proudly out towards him. The rather nervous looking store manager mopped his profusely sweating brow with a handkerchief as he considered Claire's request. "I...ah..." he stammered anxiously, the presence of the stacked redhead in his office making him lose all trains of thought. "Please Mr Bostok," begged Claire, doing her best to smile as sweetly as possible at the shy, chubby businessman. "Um," he frowned, licking his lips as he watched the eye popping rise and fall of Claire's chest as she breathed. "Ah, go down to the grotto and see Mr Cox our Santa. I'm sure he'll be pleased to have you aboard." "Oh thank you!" blurted Claire happily. She jumped up and clapped her hands together in elation, the sudden movement causing her big breasts to jiggle delightfully. Mr Bostok's eyes went wide at the mind boggling view and he abruptly sat down behind his desk, uncomfortably crossing his legs. "Thank you so much!" Claire gushed, spinning on her heels and marching out of the room to track down the store's Santa. Mr Bostok mournfully watched Claire's perfect arse walk away, the firm round globes of her buttocks dancing agreeably inside her tight blue, figure-hugging jeans as she sauntered off. Santa's Grotto, as the store's Christmas display was called, was on the ground floor of the department store. It was a large, rather shabbily constructed Christmas display with cheap flashing fairy lights, fake stuffed deer that looked many years old and a big wooden throne that was painted with chipped red paint. It was definitely a few years past it's prime. The grotto was surrounded by a red curtain, which was currently open at the front so Claire tentatively stepped inside. Fitting in perfectly with the decrepit Christmas display was Des Cox, the store's Santa Claus, who also looked like he was past his use-by date. In a pose that seemed a tribute to Al Bundy, Des was slumped in the red throne, half asleep, with a bottle of beer in one hand and his other hand stuffed half way down the front of his red Santa pants. His fur-trimmed red jacket hung open, revealing a badly stained white singlet and his fake beard had fallen off his chin and was dangling around his neck. The beard also didn't look like the snowy-white of a typical Santa Claus, but rather a stained yellow, rather repulsive looking piece of phony facial hair. The one genuine part of Des's costume was his belly, there was definitely no stuffing there, he'd earned every pound of it. At Claire's arrival, the grubby looking store Santa squinted in her direction, licking his lips and eyeing up the beautiful young woman that had come to see him. "Have you come to sit on my lap little girl?" asked Des with a chortle, his speech slightly slurred. Claire baulked a little at the unsettling sight of the sad looking Santa Claus. It was definitely not what she had been expecting. "Um..Mr Bostok sent me," said Claire cautiously, briefly wondering if she should second think this job. "I'm the new Mrs Claus." "Well, well, well," said Des, sitting up a little at this piece of news. He eyed up the busty redhead more attentively. She was a stunner. "Come in, come in," he clambered awkwardly up off his throne and gestured for her to come inside. Claire stepped inside, wrinkling her pretty nose slightly at the smell of alcohol that assaulted her senses. She wondered how many children actually visited this grubby little grotto. Des pulled the curtain closed behind her. "My name's Des Cox, I'm Santa Claus," he said, thrusting his hand out. Claire apprehensively reached out and shook his grubby hand, worried she might catch something. "I'm Claire, Claire Bell." "Welcome to the grotto Mrs Claus," Des said with a wide grin. Claire got a terrible whiff of booze from his breath. It was only ten thirty in the morning but he'd obviously had a few. "Let's have a look at you then," said Des, holding her by the shoulders and pulling her towards the centre of the curtained room where the light was better. His gaze immediately dropped to her ample bosom, his eyes lighting up at the impressive sight. Claire was used to her big tits getting stared at, but the small dribble of saliva that ran from the very corner of Des's mouth was perhaps a touch too much. "So what do I have to do?" asked Claire after almost a full minute of uncomfortable silence where Des stood frozen, gaping at her chest. "Oh, right," he snapped out of it. "Well you'll need to dress the part." He turned and moved over to the side of the grotto and opened a large chest. Inside were what looked like a large number of old Christmas costumes, lots of red, green and white clothing. Des rummaged through the chest for a few minutes, before finally pulling out a small looking red dress. "This should do the trick," he decided, handing it over to her. Claire sceptically took the garment; it was about as old looking as Des's Santa suit but that wasn't really very surprising. It looked like the neckline had previously been framed by a white fur trim, although this was mostly fallen off and now only dangled from one shoulder of the dress. "Try it on then," urged Des after a moment. Claire glanced around the room but there was no where obvious for her to go and change. "Should I go to one of the store's changing rooms?" asked Claire, remembering that the women's clothing section was on this floor. "Um," Des frowned, thinking. "No you can't." "What?" asked Claire in surprise. "Well we can't have any kids spotting you outside the grotto," he explained. "It'd ruin the surprise." "Oh right, that makes sense," agreed Claire. However that still left her with nowhere to get changed. She looked worriedly around the grotto. "I guess I'll get changed in here then?" she suggested, waiting for Des to offer to leave. "Yeah, good thinking," said Des with an approving grin, his gaze roved hungrily over Claire's shapely figure. "Okay then," Claire bit her lower lip, pausing meaningfully. "Okay," agreed Des. "Start getting changed then." "Right," Claire gave a sigh, deciding at last that she should try and make a good impression and just go ahead and get changed in front of him rather than make a fuss. She knew that men often were appreciative of her body so perhaps the show she would be giving Mr Cox might help her first day go well. And after all, she'd still be wearing her bra and panties so it wasn't like he was going to see her naked or anything. Claire grabbed the hem of her t-shirt and tugged it up off over her head. Beneath she was wearing a pale, cream coloured satin bra that was patterned with pink rose designs. The bra hefted her expansive breasts upwards, wedging them into an impressively deep cleavage and making the mouth-watering orbs look absolutely magnificent. Actually, they would have been magnificent with or without the bra come to think of it. "Holy shit!" murmured Des in awe at the sight of Claire's bra-clad tits. Claire's jugs were the biggest, nicest and youngest that the dirty old Santa Claus had ever laid eyes on. "What's that?" asked Claire in surprise, the middle aged man sounded like he'd done himself an injury. "Ah, nothing, carry on," advised Des. Claire unbuttoned the front of her jeans and then peeled them down over the sexy swell of her hips, revealing her impossibly long, toned legs and a skimpy pair of satin g-string underwear that matched her bra. As she bent to place her folded jeans beside her discarded t-shirt Des was rewarded with a glorious view of her lovely round ass, the scanty strip of the back of her tiny g-string framing the perfect, taut spheres wondrously. It was all he could do to restrain himself from reaching out and grabbing Claire's faultless bottom in both hands and plunging his tongue between the delicious looking cheeks. Claire picked up the red Mrs Claus dress and looking critically at the aged garment. The ripped fur neckline was too ruined to stay so she pulled it off completely leaving the plain red dress. It didn't look all that Christmassy anymore, but at least it was red she supposed. Des swallowed as he stared in marvel at the gorgeous young woman, dressed only in the skimpiest of lingerie, standing right there in his grotto, only a few feet away from him. So close that if he wanted to, he could just reach out and touch her. He almost had to pinch himself to remember he wasn't dreaming. Claire pulled the red dress on over her head. Putting it on, it seemed even smaller than it had appeared when Des had first handed it to her. It was a bit shorter than she was used to, barely falling down past her underwear, and barely concealing the cheeks of her ass. She would have to remember to be careful bending over. "Can you zip me up please?" she asked Des, turning. "O...okay," stammered Des. With her back turned he took the opportunity to scratch and adjust his crotch, swollen at the sight of Claire in her underwear. The grimy Father Christmas took hold of the zipper on the back of Claire's dress and pulled it upwards, watching the strap on the back of her bra disappear as the dress closed up. It was a little tight near the top, Claire's ample breasts more than filling the front of the dress. Des had to hold the base of the zipper, the back of his hand brushing the outthrust curve of Claire's arse as he finished zipping up her dress. "It seems to be a good fit," said Des, regaining some of his confidence and stepping closer up behind Claire. He glanced down over Claire's shoulder, his eyes drawn into the depths of her amazing cleavage as he peered down the front of her dress. The swelling tops of Claire's generous breasts were lightly freckled and looked so soft and big that Des wished he could dive right into her cleavage. "It's a little small," noted Claire. With the fur trimming removed the dress was extremely low cut, clearly even more revealing than the original design had intended. Claire jumped a little as she felt Des's hands slide around her hips from behind. "I don't think it's too small," countered Des as his hands rubbed around the front of Claire's dress, feeling her flat stomach through the velvety red material. Claire gasped as his hands slid up and cupped her big breasts through the dress. She was about to protest when she remembered that it was her that said the dress was too small. Claire winced as Des gave her tits a firm squeeze. She had to admit that it was around her breasts that the dress was the tightest so Des was probably just confirming the size and fit on the garment. "No, it's the perfect size," muttered Des distractedly under his breath. His hands massaged Claire's huge boobs eagerly as he spoke, letting the ample melons overflow his groping palms. Claire stood their for an awkward moment as Des felt her up, his hands running all over her hefty tits as he checked their size. "I think the dress will be fine," Claire said at last, reaching up and prying his pawing hands off her bust. Des seemed a little disappointed as he moved out from behind her. The overweight Santa Claus scratched his belly through his stained singlet as he stood in front of her and eyed up the beautiful young woman in her Mrs Claus costume. His gaze rolled over Claire's expansive chest and he saw that the tops of her bra were showing above the low cut neckline. "I can see your bra," he pointed out, stepping right in front of her. Claire wrinkled her nose as she smelt the strong odour of alcohol on his breath. "You can barely see it," she said. Des peered down into Claire's freckled cleavage, eyeing the large swells of the tops of her breasts that jutted up from the front of the dress. Des reached up and ran his fingertips over the bare upper half of Claire's tits, his fingers brushing the edge of her bra that was visible above the low neckline of her red dress. "The bra will have to come off," he said as his finger traced the line of her considerable cleavage. "Fine," conceded Claire, turning around. "Can you unzip me please?" Des pulled down her zipper and she slipped out of the tight little red dress. Claire then reached behind her back and unfastened her bra, her heavy breasts swinging free as she dropped her bra to the floor. "Holy mother!" gasped Des as he saw Claire's magnificent breasts finally uncovered. They were immense, perfectly round spheres that sat high on her chest and barely needed the support of her bra. Claire's firm melons were topped by delicious looking nipples that jutted out slightly in the cool air conditioned temperature of the department store. Claire shyly wrapped one slim arm across her chest, covering her nipples as she reached for the dress once again. "Wait a moment," said Des, once again stepped forward. "Let me check something." Claire paused in bewilderment as Des pulled her arm away from her tits. He reached out with both hands and cupped and squeezed Claire's perfect, naked breasts. He gave a slight groan as he squeezed Claire's perfect norks and then pinched her hard nipples between his thumb and forefinger. "What is it?" asked Claire with some concern, she wasn't sure what he was checking, but for some reason she was reminded of last Tuesday when the doctor had given her big tits a thorough inspection for lumps. "Nothing," said Des as he finally let go of Claire's exposed breasts. Claire was still a bit confused by the interruption, but shrugged and got dressed once again in the tiny little red dress. Without a bra the neckline came millimetres short of nipple exposure, all in all, it seemed perhaps a little too risqué for a Christmas display. "So what's my job anyway?" asked Claire. Realising for the first time that she wasn't too sure what Mrs Claus actually did. After all, it was Santa that the kids were really coming to visit. "Let me talk you through the process," suggest Des. "I'll be Santa, and you can pretend to be one of the kids coming to visit me." "Okay," nodded Claire. "Come and sit down on my lap then little girl," instructed Des, patting his crotch and grinning up at his gorgeous new partner. "Okay Santa," replied Claire. She moved forward and daintily perched her posterior on the end of Des's knee. She noticed uncomfortably that the shortness of her dress meant that it was actually her uncovered, g-string clad bottom that was touching his leg. "Whoa!" blurted Claire in surprise as Des suddenly grabbed her around the waist and pulled her further up on his lap. Her eyebrows rose in astonishment as she felt something hard in his lap jutting up against her perfect ass. Des rested one hand on Claire's smooth, bare thigh and the other on the small of her back. "So what do you want for Christmas little girl?" he asked, giving her thigh a gentle squeeze. "Um..." Claire's mind went suddenly blank. She hated getting asked difficult questions. "Oh!" she suddenly gasped as she felt Des's hand drop down from her back to slip up beneath the back of her dress and rest of her bare right buttock. Surely Santa didn't do that to the kids normally? "Would you like a Barbie doll?" suggested Des as his hand stroked over the firm, smooth sphere of Claire's right ass-cheek. "Ah, maybe?" Claire felt a little befuddled by the situation. She sucked in a surprised breath as Des squeezed her ass, then slid his hand over to stroke her other buttock. She could clearly feel his erect pressing insistently upwards against the underside of her thigh. "Perhaps a pony?" proposed the dirty Santa Claus. Sitting on Des's lap had positioned Claire's expansive bosom right at his eye level and the horny man was making the most of it, eyeing up her remarkable cleavage lustfully. "Maybe?" squeaked Claire uncertainly. While squeezing and kneading her firm arse with one hand, the hand on her thigh moved higher, slipping under the short hem of her red Mrs Claus dress. Claire's Christmas "Would you like a rogering?" asked Des as his fingertips brushed Claire's panty-clad crotch. "What?" gasped Claire, jumping up off his lap. "Huh?" blurted Des, frowning up at her. "What did you say?" she asked. "Would you like a colouring book," he replied. "Oh," replied Claire with a frown. She was sure he'd said something else. "I think I've got the idea anyway," she told him, not to keen to climb back on his lap. "So when do we start?" "We're supposed to start right now," explained Des. "But there's a problem." "Problem?" repeated Claire in surprise. "What problem." Des cupped his crotch through his red Santa pants. "This. You've given me an erection." "An erection?" exclaimed Claire in indignation. "Me? I didn't do anything!" Des reached out and grabbed Claire's hand. Before she could pull it away he'd drawn it down into his lap. Claire gasped as he pressed her palm down against his crotch. Sure enough she felt the hard bulge of his obvious arousal. "See!" Claire snatched her hand back, grimacing at the though of the fat, grubby Santa with a hard-on. "I'm sorry. But I didn't mean...I mean I didn't do anything." "Well it's hard!" insisted Des. "And do you blame me? I mean it's not every day I get such an attractive young woman grinding on my lap." "That's true," admitted Claire, from the looks of Des she doubted he even got any women very close to him. "But wait! I wasn't grinding!" Des waved away her protests. "Never mind all that, the fact is that I'm hard as a rock. You've got to get rid of it." "Me?" Claire was shocked. "Just leave it for a bit and it'll go away." "I'm going to have little kids sitting on my lap, I can't have an erection!" explained Des in exasperation. "That's true," agreed Claire. That was clearly not an option. Something would have to be done about Des's erection before the kids arrived. "Well can't you. You know. Jerk off or masturbate?" "Here? In Santa's grotto? I can't just go leaving a puddle of cum in the corner." "You could go to the bathroom?" suggested Claire with hopefully. "The kiddies can't see me outside remember," he reminded her. "No. There's no other option. You're going to have to take care of it." "Well, I guess it was partly my fault," admitted Claire, glancing down uneasily at the crotch of Des's pants. She noticed for the first time that the front his pants were stained as well. She didn't even want to imagine what the stain was. Des tugged down the front of his pants and underwear and his rock hard erection popped out. "Kneel down and get to work," ordered Des. "And remember, you'll need to swallow the evidence when I'm done." Claire's stomach churned a little at this last comment, but she obediently knelt down at Des's feet. His cock was hard and swollen. Although not particular long, it was quite thick and lined with engorged veins along the trembling shaft. His large belly hung out over top of the erection, and beneath was a pain of swollen, hairy looking testicles. Here goes nothing then, Claire said to herself as she reached out and took hold of Des's penis in her soft hands. She gave it a few gentle strokes and then leant forward, deciding the quicker that she got it into her mouth, the quicker she could take it out. "Oh fuck yes!" Des gave a long, deep groan of pleasure as Claire's warm, pouty mouth slipped down over the head of his hard dick and she began to suck on his raging erection. His cock tasted rank, a mix of musty sweat and stale urine. Personal hygiene was clearly not high on Des's list of priorities. "That's good baby, suck that cock," urged Des as he rested his hand on the top of Claire's head, stroking her long red hair as she began to fellate him. Claire started to bob her head over Santa's thick knob. She had to tilt her head to the side to avoid bumping her forehead into his big gut. As she sucked on him, Claire worked her talented tongue on the underside of his shaft, licking and flicking at his hard length as her cheeks hollowed and she filled her mouth with saliva, bathing Des's cock in warm wetness. "Shit you're good at this," groaned Des as he reached down and slipped one hand into the front of Claire's dress. As she bobbed her head faster on his cock he eagerly squeezed at her big breasts through her bra. Claire briefly wondered what her boyfriend Danny would think if he saw her now. On her knees in front of this ugly old Santa, giving him a blowjob. As much as she hated doing this, she had to remember she was doing it for the children. Claire certainly didn't want to be the one to spoil Christmas. Claire briefly drew up off the tip of Des's cock and used her agile tongue to lick his hairy balls, her tongue scraping wetly across his scrotum and causing him to moan loudly in appreciation. She then sunk her mouth back down on his penis and resuming blowing the fat Santa Claus. "Hope you're ready to swallow," warned Des. He grabbed hold of Claire's head, getting a handful of her long auburn hair and pulling her face down hard into his sweaty crotch. Des's hips lurched forward on the red wooden chair as he shoved his cock as deep into Claire's obliging mouth as he could stuff it. With a grunted cry of pleasure his cock exploded, flooding Claire's mouth with his gross, salty cum. Claire swallowed desperately, her eyes going wide as she rapidly gulped down Des's plentiful load. She didn't want to spill a drop, hating the idea of leaving a memento for some young child to find, and drank down every last drop. "Oh, that's better," breathed Des at last, slumping back in his chair with a blissful grin on his face. Claire sat back on her heels, licking her lips and swallowing, trying to get as much of the horrible taste out of her mouth as she could. "That fucking brilliant," complemented Des. He lifted his now shrinking cock and looked critically at the tip. "You missed a few drops," he helpfully pointed out, gesturing down at the last few dribbles of cum slowly leaking from the tip of his flaccid organ. Claire grimaced, but didn't complain as she bent back over Des's lap and licked the tip of penis clean. "Lovely," Des thanked her with a wide grin as he stuffed his smelly cock back into his pants. Des pulled the gaping front of his grubby red jacket closed and pulled his yellowish beard back up, doing his best to make himself look more presentable. "Let's get things started," he told her. "Open up the curtains. Ho, ho, ho!" Claire pulled back the red curtains, opening up the front of Santa's grotto. She was half expecting to see a long line of eagerly waiting children, but in fact there was hardly anyone around. She saw an old lady looking through some hats to her left and nearer to the front of the store she saw the manager, Mr Bostok talking to the young clerk who'd helped her find a shirt for her boyfriend earlier on. Other than that, the store appeared to be deserted. Claire sighed and glanced back at Des. He'd retaken his seat on the chipped red throne and was taking a long swallow from his beer bottle. The busty Mrs Claus swallowed and grimaced at the faint taste of Des's disgusting sperm that still lingered in her mouth. This job had certainly looked a lot better in the advert than in reality. Fortunately things eventually started to pick up throughout the day. By lunchtime a few kids and their parents had visited Santa's grotto, and although most of the kids seemed pretty reluctant to actually get too close to the dirty, smelly Father Christmas and his beer breath, Claire had done her best to make them feel at ease. Word seemed to spread and by mid afternoon they actually had a queue of kids and their parents waiting to meet Santa Claus. Claire briefly thought that it was a little strange that most of the kids were accompanied by their dads, with very few mother's present, but she shrugged it off as a co-incidence. "And what's your name?" asked Claire as she bent over at the waist to talk to one particularly timid little boy. As the kid replied Claire felt a hand slid up the back of her smooth thigh and slip up underneath the back of her dress, cupping her firm right arse cheek and giving it a squeeze. Claire gasped in shock and spun around. Standing behind her, with a big grin on his face was the little boy's father, a middle aged bald man wearing a cheap looking business suit. Claire glared angrily at the groper, resisting the urge to slap him. After all, it wouldn't be a good look for Mrs Claus to attack the little boy's father right in front of him. Claire clenched her jaw to stifle an angry comment and then turned back to the boy. This time she bent at the knees and squatted down to reassure the youngster. The boy's father stepped up behind her and peered down over her shoulder to admire the view of Claire's deep, freckled cleavage from his elevated position. When the store photographer was taking a photo of the boy on Santa's lap, the father turned to Claire and asked if he could get a picture with Mrs Claus. "Um, okay," Claire reluctantly agreed. The man happily put his arm around Claire's waist and pulled the sexy redhead in close as the photographer turned the camera towards them. Just as the camera flashed, Claire gasped, feeling the man's hand once again stray down to her peachy bottom and give it a pinch. For the last hour of the afternoon Claire became the subject of frequent requests for photos with dads. In fact the photographer seemed to spend more time with his camera trained on Claire than on Santa and the children. Claire was also a little annoyed by the surprising number of dad's with busy hands. More than a few followed the first dad's lead and pinched and groped her delectable arse as they posed for photos. One bold father, who come to think of it, didn't seem to have a child with him, even went so far as to grab Claire's left boob and give it a cheeky squeeze while they were being photographed. During one photograph, as the dad beside her was kissing her cheek and squeezing her boob she noticed uncomfortably that Mr Bostok, the store manager was watching her from across the shop floor. Mr Bostok was half hidden behind a clothes rack and seemed to be peering across the shop at her. She briefly wondered if she was in trouble for the sexy photographs, but fortunately Mr Bostok didn't come over and say anything to her or Des. When they finally shut down the grotto and Claire was able to pull the curtain closed she was quite worn out. It was surprising how much work this Mrs Claus gig was proving to be. Claire once again had to get Des's help to unzip the little red dress she wore so that she could get changed and head home. Claire folded up the dress and put it back in the chest, wearing only her skimpy g-string and nothing else. When she turned back to pick up her bra she saw that Des was also getting out of his Santa costume. He still had the jacket on, but his red pants were pooled around his ankles. Claire was surprised to see that he was holding his stubby cock in one hand and that it was clearly erect. "I think I'm going to need your help again," Des said, waving his cock at her. The topless redhead gave a sigh. It looked like she would have to service him again, after all he couldn't really leave the grotto with a stiffy in case any kids were outside. Claire grudgingly complied, kneeling down in front of Des and slurping his hard cock into her mouth. As she bobbed her head over Des's foul tasting penis she reminded herself that she was doing this for the children, she didn't want to be the one to ruin Christmas for them. After a couple of minutes, during which Des spent most of his time playing with Claire's big boobs, the dirty Santa Claus grabbed hold of Claire's head and started to fuck her mouth enthusiastically. Claire agreeably let him thrust his thick cock rapidly in and out of her mouth until he finally exploded, shooting sticky spunk across her tongue and down her throat. "Thank you darling," Des said as his spent cock popped out of her mouth and he pulled his red trousers back up. "I'll see you at 9am tomorrow." "Sure," replied Claire wearily as she wiped some of his leaked cum from her chin with one hand. *** The next morning Claire beat Des to the grotto. Just as Claire was struggling to fit her curvy body into the skimpy red Mrs Claus dress he entered, pulling the curtain shut behind him. "We need to work on a couple of things," he told her as he sat down on his red throne and patted his crotch, indicating she should once again sit on his lap. Against her better judgment, remembering how her time on Santa's lap yesterday had ended up with his penis in her mouth, Claire sat down on Des's lap, perching her perfect bottom on his thigh. "You did a great job yesterday," said Des. Claire noticed that he smelt bad again today, a mix of beer and body odour assaulting her nostrils. "But there's a few aspects of your performance we need to work on." "Okay," Claire nodded very seriously. She was eager to perform well and make sure all the little children enjoyed their visit to Santa's grotto. "You seemed to be doing well with the children and I particularly liked the photo thing you were doing with the dads, it's good to remember that they're the paying customers after all, not the kids," said Des, like yesterday he had one hand resting on her arse and the other stroking the smooth flesh of her bare thighs. "But I'm not feeling the whole Mrs Claus thing," he said as he squeezed her inner thigh. "I think you need to work on your acting a bit." "My acting?" repeated Claire in indignation. She had always considered herself a great actress so was a little offended by Santa's criticism. "Yes," replied Des gravely. His hand on her arse stroked the material of her g-string, tracing the skimpy piece of lingerie as it disappeared between the ripe cheeks of her buttocks. "I think you're forgetting the whole Mrs part of Mrs Claus." "What do you mean?" asked Claire, not really sure what he was referring to. She couldn't help but grimace slightly as she looked down at his soiled singlet, and realised he hadn't changed it since yesterday, the stains looking identical to what she remembered from the day before. "Well I'm Santa Claus and you're Mrs Claus," explained Des, giving her bottom another squeeze. "We're supposed to be married. Husband and wife." "Oh, I see," said Claire, although she didn't really know what he meant at all. "Let's try something," suggested Des. He leant in towards her and she recoiled in repulsion, his bad breath washing over her face. "What are you doing?" she demanded. "See!" exclaimed the filthy Santa Claus. "That's exactly what I'm talking about. If you were acting properly then a married couple should be able to kiss each other." Claire frowned. "I guess you're right," she agreed. This time when Des leant in for a kiss she didn't retreat. Claire tried not to gag as his foul breath filled her nose, his slimy mouth covering hers and his gross tongue probing hungrily into her mouth. She moaned helplessly as they snogged, his slobbering mouth all over hers as they kissed. One of Des's hands moved up to cup and squeeze Claire's large breast through her dress as they made out, getting a good hanful of her sexy melon. The fat Santa coping a very thorough feel of Mrs Claus's impressive assets. "Is that better?" asked Claire when she was finally allowed to come up for air. She noticed that Des still had one hand clamped down on her right breast despite their kiss finishing, but she decided that if she was acting she shouldn't complain. Des didn't reply but instead leant back in and started ravenously kissing her again, forcing his tongue back into her mouth as his hands resuming roving all over her voluptuous figure. Claire gasped as she felt one of his groping mitts slip up her dress and rub across her panty-clad crotch. She moaned in alarm as Des's fingers scrabbled aside her g-string and one of his fingers actually slipped up inside her cunt. When they finally broke off their second kiss Claire was breathing heavily, feeling a little violated. "You'd better suck me off again darling," said Des. "I'm all worked up after that." Claire sighed inwardly at Des's lack of self control, but nevertheless she slid down off his lap and knelt in front of him as he pulled down his pants and revealed his typically stiffened cock. Saving Christmas was a hard job. Des gave a groan as he pulled Claire's pretty face down into his lap, his erection spearing apart her full lips as it slid across her tongue and deep into her mouth. Des moaned happily as his inflamed todger was nursed in Claire's hot, wet mouth. "That's good baby, Santa Claus like's that," he moaned as he held Claire's head in both hands and thrust his cock fervently into her hot mouth. Each time he yanked her face down his balls pressed right against her chin, his entire cock completely engulfed in Claire's talented mouth. Claire was reminded of her recent sword swallowing practise, it was definitely coming in useful in her job as Mrs Claus. It seemed that their kissing session had indeed got the plump Father Christmas aroused, as within a few minutes he exploded, pumping his load into Claire's delectably pouty mouth. The busty redhead winced slightly as she swallowed his semen, making sure she didn't spill a drop and leave any evidence behind. "That's a good wifey," said Des with a grin as he pulled his pants back up, tucking away his spent cock. Claire wiped her mouth, wishing she'd thought to bring along something to drink and take away the horrible taste of Santa's cum from her mouth. She then finished getting things ready as Des took his seat on Santa's throne. Once Claire opened the curtains she was a little surprised to see that there was already a line formed waiting to see Santa. Strangely it seemed that there were mostly fathers there with their children and very few mothers. Claire would have expected it to be the other way around. The day progressed much like yesterday, with Claire on the receiving end of plenty of butt squeezing and the occasional boob grab. Most of the dads wanted to get photo's with the buxom Mrs Claus, which typically resulting in further bottom pinching and titty fondling. Just after lunch Claire was interrupted from chatting to a little girl who was about to visit Santa by a tap on her shoulder. She turned to see a middle aged bald man wearing a suit. He looked strangely familiar and after a moment Claire realised that she had met him yesterday, he was the first dad to grab her arse. She gave him a puzzled look and was about to ask him what he had returned for when he pointed upwards. Claire glanced up and saw that a large piece of mistletoe had been fastened to the pillar above them. "You know what that means?" said the man. "Mistletoe?" Claire said in surprise. "We have to kiss, it's Christmas tradition," he explained. Before Claire could say anything in response the man had grabbed her around the waist and pulled her lush body against his. Claire gasped in astonishment as the man pressed his lips against her's, planting a big kiss on her mouth. He certainly wasn't being shy about the kiss. The man's body was pushed right up against Claire's and she could clearly feel the hard bulge of his crotch pressing firmly into her bare thigh. Claire moaned as the man pushed his tongue into her mouth and both his hands slid down to cup and squeeze her arse, pulling her curvaceous body even harder against him. Claire wondered what the man's kids thought of this and if he was even still married. She would have stopped him, but as he said they were under the mistletoe so they were both obliged to kiss. It was likely the man was just as reluctant as she was. Claire's Christmas They finally broke off their kiss, more due to Claire finally pushing him off her, than the man wanting to let go of the buxom young Mrs Claus. As Claire watched the man wander off happily, she saw that he didn't seem to have his son with him today. Before Claire could think anything more of it, she was tapped on the shoulder again. She turned to see a younger man this time, he looked about eighteen or so, pointing up at the mistletoe. Claire heaved a sigh of exasperation as the young father grabbed her and shoved his tongue eagerly down her throat, his groping hands beginning to slide all over her hot young body. It seemed that it was going to be another long day. Sure enough, as well as being liberally groped and photographed, Mrs Claus found herself very popular under the mistletoe for the rest of the afternoon. Just before closing time Claire was surprised to see the originally groper/kisser return to the grotto. "You're back again?" she asked the middle aged father, noticing that he still didn't have any children with him. "I need to show you something important Mrs Claus, can you come with me for a minute please?" the man said, his tone sounding serious. Claire glanced back at Des and saw that he was chatting to some young child about the boy's present wishes and seemed to have things in hand. "I guess Santa can do without me for a bit," Claire said, quite curious about what the man wanted to show her. It sounded like it was important. The man led Claire across the store towards the men's clothing section. They went past that, all the way to the changing rooms near the back of the shop. "Where are we going?" asked Claire with a tiny note of concern in her voice as the man headed into the changing rooms. "It's important," he assured her. "But this is the men's changing area," said Claire, glancing uncomfortably at the line of curtained changing rooms on the far wall. "Don't worry," the man told her. "Just come with me, I've got to show you this." "Okay," Claire dubiously agreed. She followed the man into the changing rooms and he took her through one of the curtains and into the small, mirrored booth behind. "What are you doing?" gasped Claire in panic when the man suddenly started to unbuckle his pants. As he dropped his trousers Claire started to turn to leave. "Wait!" said the man, "this is what I wanted to show you." Despite herself, Claire turned back to see what the man was talking about. She baulked at the sight that greeted her. The man was naked from the waist down, sporting a semi-erect, uncircumcised penis. Around his waist was a strange belt that looked like it was made of mistletoe. "You wanted to show me your penis?" blurted Claire. "No, the mistletoe," replied the man, running his hand along the green plant belt he'd fashioned. Claire frowned, "I don't understand." "It's tradition," the man explained. "You have to kiss it." He pointed down towards his drooping penis. Claire looked up suspiciously at the man's face. "Are you sure that's part of the Christmas tradition?" "Definitely!" the man said resolutely. "You've got to kiss whatever is underneath the mistletoe." "Hmm," murmured Claire still doubtful. The man did sound pretty sure of himself though. "You don't want to break the tradition and spoil Christmas," warned the man. "I guess not..." replied Claire uncertainly. "Go on, kiss it." "Okay. But just a quick peck," allowed Claire. She started to bend down to kiss the man's dick, but her butt bumped against the wall behind her, the booth was too small. Instead Claire lowered herself down to her knees, finding herself face to face with the man's half-mast cock. The man gave a slight whimper as he felt the gorgeous redhead's hot breath on his cock. Claire tilted her head to the side and gave the shaft of the man's cock a gentle kiss, her soft lips pressing against the fleshy pole causing it to physically jump. "No, you've got to kiss it on the tip," said the man, breathing heavily in anticipation. Standing above Claire he had a great view down the front of her ultra-low cut dress, into her deep inviting cleavage. Claire reluctantly reached up and took hold of the man's cock in one soft hand, feeling it tremble slightly at her touch. She lifted it up so that her mouth could get at the head. As she bent forward to kiss the end of him she suddenly felt the man's hand on the top of her head. Claire's eyes went wide and just as her lips touched the end of the man's cock he thrust forward with his hips and shoved his penis right into her mouth. Claire tried to pull her head back out of the way, but his hand on her head held her in place. Claire gave a muffled grunt of surprise as the man's cock thrust all the way into her mouth and she found her nose buried in his pubic hair. "Oh yeah Mrs Claus, that's it!" gasped the man as he held her head trapped against his stomach. His balls were resting on Claire's chin and she could feel his cock thicken slightly, her lips sretching wider as he stiffened. "Mmpf!" Claire's protest was muffled by her mouthful of cock. The man held her head in place with both hands now as his cock twitched inside her mouth. Not letting her go he began to hump against her face, his cock growing to full erection inside Claire's non-consenting mouth. Claire's nostrils flared as she did her best to breath and she tried to push him back away from her. She glanced sideways and caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror, her face stuffed with the man's big cock. When he finally let go of her head she fell back, gasping for air, the man's cock still wavering right in front of her face. "Put it back in your mouth," instructed the man. "No way!" protested Claire. "I've given it a kiss already." "You've got to suck it for me," said the man. "I can't go back out there like this. It can be like a Christmas present. Please." Claire bobbed her head from side to side indecisively. It did seem pretty mean to leave him with such a raging erection, although it was pretty sneaky of him to trick her with the mistletoe belt in the first place. She looked up at his erect penis. It was a little bigger than Des's and at least it didn't smell as horrid. "Okay," Claire agreed. "I'll do it. But don't tell anyone." "I promise," the man nodded quickly. The gorgeous redhead leant back in and slipped her tight mouth back down over the man's glans. He gave a low moan of pleasure as she started to suck on him, nodding her head up and down over his erection. "Oh, that's perfect!" he groaned. He reached down to grab her head and control the speed of her mouth, one hand clutching the back of her head and the other holding her under the chin. Her head clasped tightly in place, Claire had no control over the depth and speed of her sucks. All she could do was do her best to breath and suck as hard as she could to get the horny father off, as he began to thrust his excited cock into her mouth. "Oh yeah!" he grunted as he fucked her mouth, slamming his knob deep between her perfect lips. With each pelvic thrust his balls were slapping against Claire's chin and the head of his cock was pushing right the way into the busty Mrs Claus's throat. "That's it!" he gasped as he stuffed himself repeatedly into her gob. His balls were already churning, the excitement of getting blown in a department store dressing room by such a hot piece of arse almost too much for him. "Fuck!" he gave a muffled curse as he came, hot spunk shooting from his thrusting cock and filling Claire's mouth. Claire was taken by surprise at the quantity of his load, her eyes going wide as she did her best to swallow it all and not choke. The man held tightly onto Claire's head, keeping his cock engulfed in the warmth of her sucking mouth as he climaxed, his cock erratically thrusting as he spent himself completely. When he finally finished, Claire sat back, coughing on the last few drops of his jizz. The man had obviously appreciated his Christmas blowjob. Claire managed to stay out of trouble for the rest of the day. Sure, there was a lot more groping and picture taking, but at least she managed to keep any other dicks out of her mouth. Except for another end of day suck of Santa's candy cane of course. That seemed to have become something of a habit for Des. *** "Hurry it up, the kids will be arriving soon," urged Des as Claire bobbed her gifted mouth over his morning stiffy. Claire's mouth popped off the end of his cock. "I'm doing my best. Perhaps it might help if you play with these?" she suggested, tugging down the front of her red dress, her large breasts spilling out. "Oh yeah darling, that should definitely help," agreed Des as he excitedly reached down to grab her naked tits. Claire let him squeeze and massage the ample jugs for a few moments and then dropped her mouth back down onto his cock. As she slurped skilfully at his hard dick, Des pinched Claire's nipples and happily squeezed her ample fun bags. "You've got the best tit's I've ever touched," he told her as he mauled her enormous melons. After ten more minutes of vigorously sucking cock Claire sat back, rubbing her sore jaw. She'd tried all her best tricks, ball licking, deep throating, even a little tit fucking using her massive mammeries, but for some reason Des just wasn't popping. "This doesn't seem to be working," Claire announced, the pretty redhead looked a little worried. "We don't have much time," said Des, glancing over towards the curtained entrance to the grotto. "Why don't you try out my pussy? That might be faster," directed Claire. "Good idea, that should do the trick," said Des. "Get on your hands and knees so I can do you from behind." Claire stood up and pulled off her Mrs Claus dress. Beneath she just had on a skimpy, black lace g-string that faultlessly displayed her peachy round arse. Knowing they were in a hurry she yanked off this final piece of lingerie quickly and then got down on her hands and knees face away from Des. "Ho, ho, ho," remarked Santa, eagerly licking his lips as he knelt down behind Claire, his hard cock jutting straight out towards her lovely bottom. Des held Claire by her shapely hips and lined up his throbbing erection with her alluring pussy. "Here comes Santa's candy cane," he grunted as he thrust himself into Claire from behind. The gorgeous redhead gasped as Des plunged his thick cock deep into her welcoming snatch. "Bloody hell that feels good!" gasped Des as he began to fuck Claire doggy style, slamming his hard cock into her, his hips slapping against the firm cheeks of her arse as they rutted lustfully on the floor of Santa's grotto. Claire hoped there were no kids waiting outside the curtain, as the sound of slapping flesh and grunting Santa was filling the small grotto. Des was oblivious to anything other than the enthusiastic shagging he was giving the beautiful redhead. "That's it darling," Des moaned as Claire pushed back to meet his thrusts. He reached underneath to grab one of Claire's heavy, swinging breasts, giving it a rough squeeze as he fucked her. Des held tightly onto Claire's hips as his thrusts became faster. His big Santa-belly jiggled beneath his singlet as he vigorously slammed into the gorgeous Mrs Claus. It seemed that Claire's first-class pussy indeed did the trick. After only a couple of minutes of pumping against Claire from behind, Des gave a gargled moan of lust and his cock spurted heavily inside Claire's cunt, filling her with his jism. "Oh fucking shit that was good!" he gasped when he spent penis finally slipped out of Claire's abused pussy. Des staggered up off his knees and slumped down onto his red throne, breathing heavily. Between his chubby thighs his previously engorged member was already starting to soften. "You'd better clean me up," instructed Des. "We can't have the children sitting on a wet patch." He gestured towards his flaccid organ, which was sticky with their combined juices. Claire dutifully bent her head down into Des's lap once again and sucked his soiled penis into her warm mouth, sucking him completely clean before tucking him back into his pants. The busty redhead then got dressed and cleaned herself before heading out to open up the grotto for the day. To her surprise when she pulled open the curtains the store was completely empty. "Where is everyone?" Claire asked in surprise. Des frowned. "Shit, what day is it?" "Friday I think?" replied Claire uncertainly. "Damn!" swore Des. "It's Christmas day!" "Oh yeah!" said Claire in surprise, she hadn't even realised. Her boyfriend Danny had been at a DJ gig last night so he had got home really late and was still fast asleep when she'd got up for work. The lovely redhead cursed herself for being silly enough to come in work on a holiday, but at least Des had made the same mistake. "I'm in big trouble," said Des. "Christmas is ruined!" Claire frowned in confusion, surely coming in to work on a holiday wasn't that big of a problem? "Why, what's wrong?" she asked with concern. "It's Christmas day already," replied Des. "I was supposed to get a Christmas present for Mr Bostok, the store manager." "You've still got time haven't you?" suggested Claire, trying to be helpful. "No, all the stores are closed!" Des said with desperation. "Oh, right." This didn't sound good to Claire. Not only was Christmas ruined, but also disappointing Mr Bostok could put both their jobs in jeopardy. "This will mean I've ruined Christmas! It's my job as Santa to make sure Mr Bostok gets the best present he's ever had..." Des looked thoughtfully at Claire. "Unless..." "What is it?" asked Claire. "Is there something I can do?" "Yes!" cried Des excitedly. "How would you like to save Christmas Claire?" "I'd love to!" replied Claire, getting excited herself now too. "Brilliant! With your help we can give Mr Bostok a Christmas present he'll never forget!" "Yay!" Claire clapped her hands in excitement. Perhaps things were going to turn out well after all. *** Claire knocked with some trepidation on the door to the manager's office. It had seemed like a great idea at the time, but now that she was actually here she was suddenly filled with doubt. Claire was dressed in her sexiest underwear, a red lacy panty and bra set that perfectly complemented her red hair as well as flawlessly flaunting her generous curves. Wrapped around her flat, toned stomach was a wide pink ribbon that was tied in a big bow. Somehow it seemed that she was going to be Mr Bostok's unforgettable Christmas present. The gorgeous, curvy redhead inwardly reminded herself that this wasn't really sex or anything. She was just going to be a present for Mr Bostok, like a living doll or something. And after all, it was for a good cause. Claire was saving Christmas. "Holy hell!" the podgy, red-faced store manager's eyes almost popped out of his head when he opened his office door and saw Claire standing there wearing next to nothing, her perfect, hourglass figure on show. "Merry Christmas!" Claire announced, throwing her arms up in the air and jumping slightly on the spot so that Mr Bostok could get a good look at her plentiful assets. Her hop had caused her big jugs to jiggle delightfully in the skimpy red brassiere she was wearing. "Des really came through for me," remarked Mr Bostok as he gazed at Claire in awe. She looked absolutely stunning standing there in her lingerie with the bow tied around her slim waist. "Can we go inside?" suggested Claire. Although she knew the store was deserted other than Mr Bostok in his lonely office, she still felt a little uncomfortable standing out in the corridor in her underwear. "Oh right, sure," Mr Bostok shook himself out of his lust-fuelled daze. Claire slipped past the tubby store manager and entered his office. It was quite small and dingy, although she noticed it had an old looking leather couch against one wall. Mr Bostok mutely pulled the door shut and followed the dazzling Mrs Claus into his office, his eyes immediately drawn to the seductive sway of her round arse as she walked, her buttocks left bare by her skimpy red g-string. He also admired her long legs, slim, yet well toned, they seemed to go on forever. Claire took a deep breath and turned to face the plump middle aged man, wondering what would happen next. Mr Bostok had paused just inside the door and was once again staring at her breathtaking body in amazement. "So..." Claire said, breaking the silence after a long uncomfortable moment. "Mmm," mumbled Mr Bostok, nodding eagerly but still frozen by Claire's perfect curves. "So are you going to open your present?" suggest Claire at last. "Oh, right," he said. Mr Bostok was clearly very nervous. He hesitatingly stepped across the room, moving directly in front of his buxom gift wrapped employee. After another brief dithering pause he eventually reached up and grabbed the end of the pink ribbon that was tied around Claire's middle. With a tug the ribbon came loose. "Well, I'm all yours," said Claire, trying to encourage the nervy older man. "Oh wow!" gasped Mr Bostok. He seemed to gain a little confidence as he reached up and gingerly cupped Claire's left boob in his palm, not squeezing, but just holding the large melon in his hand. Feeling it's weight and warmth through the lace of her bra. His eyes were wide, almost like a deer caught in car headlights, as he reached up with his other hand and cupped Claire's right breast. They stood like that for a long moment, Mr Bostok holding Claire's ample breasts through her bra but not making any further movement. "You can squeeze them if you like," Claire finally suggested, getting a little creeped out by Mr Bostok's apprehension, most guys would be all over her by now if given the same opportunity. "They're not going to break." Impossibly, Mr Bostok's eyes went even wider. He gave Claire's big tits a cautious, probing squeeze through her lacy bra. As he squeezed the corners of his mouth slowly lifted into a smile. "Oh wow!" repeated the chubby manager, his grin growing as he began to actually squeeze and knead the large orbs of Claire's breasts through her bra. They stood there in the middle of office for almost three minutes as Claire patiently waited while Mr Bostok squeezed and groped her perfect boobs. Enjoying their size and firmness as he eagerly manipulated them both hands. After a while, when it appeared that Mr Bostok wasn't going to progress things, Claire took matters into her own hands and reached behind her back, unfastening her bra and letting it drop to the floor, unveiling her giant melons in all their naked glory. "Ouch!" Claire gasped in surprise as Mr Bostok immediately grabbed her bare breasts, giving them a particularly rough squeeze, his fingers sinking deep into the large round globes, her nipples, hardened by the cool air conditioning in the store jutted against his palms. "Lovely jubbly," murmured Mr Bostok as he mauled at Claire's bare tits. He gave the pretty redhead's nipples a firm pinch and then bent forward to bury his face in Claire's expansive cleavage. His wet tongue travelled all over the ample expanse of Claire's bosom, kissing and licking and slobbering over her plump boobs. "Take the rest off," instructed Mr Bostok, pointing towards her panties when he finally came up from her bosoms for air. Claire obligingly pulled off the last piece of her clothing and stood completely naked in the manager's office. "This is the best Christmas ever," remarked Mr Bostok as he slowly walked in a circle around Claire, admiring her flawless figure. When he was behind her he couldn't stop himself from reaching out and pinching one of her wonderful buttocks. The pinch was followed by Mr Bostok grabbing Claire's arse in both hands and squeezing the delectable globes firmly. This was then followed by a hard slap on each of Claire's butt cheeks. Claire's Christmas Mr Bostok then completed his circle, moving around to once again stand in front of Claire. He reached out to grope the voluptuous redhead once again, however this time he went lower, slipping his chubby hand between Claire's sleek thighs to cup the mound of her sex. "Oh!" Claire gasped as Mr Bostok rubbed his palm over her pussy and then he pushed one chubby finger right up inside her causing her to let out a sharp breath of surprise. He abruptly pulled his finger out of her warm snatch and then reached into the front of his trousers, tugging out his already erect penis. "Give it a kiss," he instructed. Claire crouched down in front of Mr Bostok, coming face to face with his erection. The department store manager's cock fortunately didn't reek like Des's had, and it was a little longer. Claire delicately leant forwards and lightly pressed her full lips against the tip of Mr Bostok's trembling erection, kissing him. The beautiful redhead expected the store manager to display his typical trepidation, but instead he grabbed the top of Claire's head in both hands and at the same time thrust forward with his pelvis. Claire gave a startled grunt as Mr Bostok's cock plunged into her stunned mouth. She gagged slightly as his hard cock thrust right into the back of her mouth. "Oh thank you, thank you, thank you!" groaned Mr Bostok with obvious delight as he held Claire's pretty face clutched into his groin, his cock sunk to the hilt into her sweet mouth, her lips stretched wide around the base of his shaft. The middle aged store owner eventually began to move his penis inside Claire's mouth. Starting slowly at first he back to slide his hard erection back and forth between the tight seal of Claire's pouting lips as he began to pump his cock in and out of her mouth. "Oh wow!" groaned Mr Bostok as he increased the pace of his fucking, thrusting his cock hard into Claire's sucking mouth, the tight ring of her lips moving up and down his sensitive shaft. Wanting to please the store manager and make sure he had a good Christmas, Claire did her best to lovingly suck his hard penis, slurping noisily on his shaft as he rocked his hips towards her face. Claire gave a stifled grunt of alarm as Mr Bostok suddenly grabbed two handfuls of her auburn hair and started to vigorously fuck her lovely mouth. The store manager's balls slapped against Claire's chin as he jammed his knob deep into her throat, the head of his cock sliding across her agile tongue as she sucked hard on his penis and tried to speed up the man's Christmas orgasm. After a few minutes of face fucking Mr Bostok's moans were becoming much louder and Claire was sure that he would cum at any moment. His hips were rapidly thrusting in rhythm with Claire's bobbing head. Abruptly he pulled out of her mouth and staggered over to the couch on the side of the office, breathing heavily. "Come here, quick!" he whispered urgently. The naked redhead wiped her mouth with the back of one hand and she got to her feet and made her way over to where Mr Bostok was sitting. When she got close enough he reached out, grabbing her by the wrist and pulling her down so that she was straddling his lap. Mr Bostok reached down between their bodies and aimed his cock up towards Claire's pussy. With a loud groan he pulled her down onto his erection, burying his face in her cleavage as his cock slid up into her. Knowing what he now wanted, Claire started to grind herself down onto Mr Bostok's cock, bouncing on his lap as they fucked. The store manager gave Claire's left arse cheek a slap as she rode him, then both his hands moved up to squeeze her big knockers, mauling at the large globes lustfully. As Claire slid her hips back and forth, letting the store manager's long cock fill her tight pussy, Mr Bostok's hands rose up off her big tits and grabbed the back of her head, pulling her face down towards his. Claire gave a small moan of protest as the middle aged man pressed his lips hard against hers and he jammed his slimy tongue eagerly into her soft mouth. Claire jammed her hips down faster on his cock as he passionately kissed her, his tongue probing at hers, his breath hot and slightly stinky in her mouth. "This is the best Christmas ever!" remarked Mr Bostok with glee as they finally broke off their kiss and his groping hands returned back down to the lovely redhead's sizeable hooters. The comment about having a good Christmas improved Claire's mood immediately, and she started to ride him with renewed enthusiasm, thrusting her welcoming sex down onto his quivering erection. "Let's try a different position," said Mr Bostok, grabbing Claire by her shapely hips and halting her rocking motion. Claire gave a slight gasp as she pulled herself up off his erection. She the turned away from him and knelt down on her hands and knees. "Doggy style?" she suggested, looking back over her shoulder at the store manager, knowing full well that most guys seemed to like to fuck her from behind in this fashion. "Perfect," breathed Mr Bostok as he got up off the couch and moved behind her, his hard cock lining up with Claire's perfect arse. Mr Bostok held Claire by the hips and rubbed the tip of his cock against the moist entrance to her pussy, but he didn't thrust inside her, instead pausing. "I've got a better idea," he remarked, taking hold of his cock in one hand and lining it up with Claire's asshole. "What?" Claire began to protest, but then cried out as the man shoved his hard cock up her arse. "Oh fuck you're tight!" gasped Mr Bostok as he began to roger the gorgeous, buxom redhead. He kept a tight grip on Claire's shapely waist as he slammed himself rapidly against her, his cock repeated plunging into her tight bumhole as the office was filled with the sound of their smacking flesh. Claire pushed her arse back against him as he shagged her from behind, her tight anal passage snugly hugging his thrusting penis. "Ugh! Oh, fuck!" Mr Bostok gave a snort and a grunt as he unloaded into Claire's divine posterior. "Shit!" he gasped as his thick load of spunk shot into Mrs Claus's arse. The plump store manager sagged forward against the kneeling beauty as he came heavily, spending himself in her perfect peachy bottom. His cock gave a wet squelch as it slipped out of her and he leant back against he couch breathing heavily. "Thank you so much Mrs Claus," he told her with immense gratitude. "That truly was the best Christmas ever." Claire gave a weak smile in return. "My pleasure," she replied as she cast her eyes around the room to try and track down her discarded lingerie. Her ass was rather sore from the thorough rogering Mr Bostok had given her, she figured she'd be walking a little funny for the rest of Christmas day. Mr Bostok handed her an envelope, "Can you give this to Santa for me?" "Sure, what is it?" asked Claire. It felt like it was full of paper, maybe a very long letter? "Um," Mr Bostok seemed to pale a little. "It's um. It's my Christmas Card for him." "Oh, okay." Claire scooped up her underwear and headed for the door. She was quite eager to get back home to her boyfriend for Christmas lunch, but briefly wondered if Santa would have any other presents he wanted her to deliver before she left.