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Santa's Help

By: SeaCat



God it was cold out. Stepping through the doors of the mall I was happy to get out of the windy evening. I opened my jacket letting in the warmth of the indoor mall as I strode down the short hallway into the mall itself. My legs felt cold under my skirt as I listened to the music being piped over the loudspeakers. It sounded like Bing Crosby’s White Christmas which made me smile. Thinking about it I almost laughed, wishing for a white Christmas in southern Florida just seemed strange to me, but then again I was a transplant from up north. The further I walked into the mall, making my way through the Christmas eve crowds the more I warmed up. Before long the only parts of me still cold were the tip of my nose and that area between my legs which hadn’t gotten any attention lately.

Walking slowly through the mall looking in the windows and watching the people around me I took off my coat while unconsciously sticking my chest out. I wasn’t trolling for guys, well not really. Besides I was happily married, at least I normally was. For the last couple of months though life had been different around our apartment. Ever since Sean had taken the new position in the hospital he had been buried under work and training, our few times alone at home he had usually been to tired to do anything. I have to admit my attitudes over the past month hadn’t helped either. I knew his new job meant more money for us, and when he finished his training our lives would get back to normal but right now I wanted him and he wasn’t there. In fact he was out of state again finishing up some more training. That’s why I was here today, I had to get out and see people.

Walking along I watched the couples, some of them with kids laughing and joking as they made their way through the mall. Doing their Christmas shopping they were oblivious to my plight. I knew I was feeling sorry for myself but I couldn’t help it. I couldn’t help myself as I straightened my white silk blouse, making sure it was tight. Don’t ask me why I did it. I knew it was showing more of my breasts than I normally wanted. Hell this was one of the few times I had worn this one. It had been a gift from Sean a couple of years ago and while I loved the feel of it I didn’t like to wear it in public. It was so thin you could almost see through it. Today though it had seemed the right one to wear. I knew guys enjoyed me wearing it though, they could clearly see my areole through it and I heard plenty of comments on it as I walked, swaying my ass a little more than usual.

I didn’t need to be here, my shopping had been done for weeks already, but I wanted to be out. I wandered in and out of several stores just looking around. I finally stopped in a lingerie shop and picked up a couple of things for myself thinking I might as well indulge myself a little. As I walked out I saw Santa walking by. He must have been on break from his chair in the middle of the mall. Even as I thought this I glanced at the chair there and saw him in it with a kid squirming on his lap. I couldn’t understand it until I realized they must have another in one of the stores. I almost laughed at my reaction to seeing two Santa's. What was I, a kid or something to worry about seeing two Santa’s?

My mood slightly buoyed by this and my purchases I walked further down the mall and grabbed a cup of coffee. Working my way away from the food courts I finally found a seat in one of the myriad halls of the mall, not far from one of the larger stores. Sitting there sipping my coffee I glanced at my watch, noting that the mall wouldn’t be closing for several more hours. While I was doing this I saw Santa walk by and enter the store. Well at least I knew where he worked.

Why I did it I don’t know, but I stood and started following him. It was easy, you couldn’t miss his red hat towering above the rest of the people milling around in the store. I watched from the distance as he walked behind a barrier set up in the center of the store. Quickly his elves pulled the walls open revealing him sitting in a large, comfortable looking padded chair. The kids in the line laughed and squealed as they made their way up to sit on his lap and tell him their fondest wishes for Christmas. Why I stayed nearby as he had kids climbing all over him I don’t know, but I did, faking shopping as I watched. After a while I wandered away. I almost ran out of the store, instead of heading home though I went back to the coffee shop and bought two more coffee’s. Making my way back to be near him I finally caught his eye and held one of the steaming cups up. He nodded and smiled when he saw this. Almost before I knew it he had sent one of his elves over to gather up the gift. For some reason I felt disappointed.

As I turned to leave I felt a slight tug on my arm. Looking down I saw a little boy standing there with a smile on his face.

“Miss, why are you leaving? It’s almost your turn.” He asks me. Looking at him in confusion I don’t understand what he meant. 

Looking up from his smiling face I realize I had somehow ended up standing in the line to sit on Santa's lap. Laughing to myself I can understand his confusion at my wanting to leave. This is the highlight of his trip to the store and here I was getting ready to forego that pleasure.

“I’m letting other kids get to see him.“ I tell the little blond haired kid. “He doesn’t want to hear what I want, I’m too old. He wants to hear and help you little ones get what you want for Christmas.”

Hearing this the little one turns and looks behind me. Following his eyes I realize I’m the last on in line. No one else is waiting. Shrugging my shoulders I allow him to pull me forward, his mother smiling at me from the group of parents standing on the sidelines. Finally it’s his turn. I watch as he struggles to climb in Santa’s lap, until Santa reaches down and easily lifts him. Once he’s settled he pulls the mans head down and whispers in his ear for several minutes. I watch as Santa’s eyebrows shoot up. Shaking his head slightly he pulls back and laughs. I could only wonder at what outrageous things the kid has asked for. before long the little one climbs down from his lap, giggling as he does, and waits for his picture with Santa to be handed to him. As he walks away with his mother he turns and waves to me.

When I turn back Santa is still sitting there smiling at me while holding his coffee. Taking a sip his eyebrows rise again, giving him a slightly quizzical air. I notice his elves closing the walls around us and know it’s time for his break. It’s also time for me to leave. Turning slightly I look for the door out of the enclosure when I hear his voice, deep and commanding asking why I’m leaving. Looking back at him in shock I can’t believe he wants me to climb on his lap. beckoning to me he asks what I want for Christmas. Feeling very self conscious in my skirt and thin blouse I climb onto his lap while trying to keep my skirt from riding up too much.

The first thing to run through my dazed mind is just how big this guy is. No wonder his chair is so big. While I’m not small I fit easily on his lap. The second thing I realize is how nervous I am. Again he asks what I want for Christmas, this time his deep voice is much softer. Turning to look at him I notice his beard is real, and there really is a twinkle in his eyes. For some reason I feel compelled to tell him what I want, mainly for my husband to be home for Christmas and our lives to return to normal. When he asks what I mean I find myself unloading myself to this person posing as Santa, telling him the whole sordid tale. He reacts to my story as I tell him what was going on. His face softens even as other parts of his body harden beneath me. As I keep talking I shift myself to a more comfortable position. when I do I realize that the lump I’m feeling pressing against me isn’t coal for someone's stocking. I finish up my story by telling him that all I really want is for my husband to be home for Christmas so we can go back to leading normal lives.

“I know he’s doing this for us. With this new position he’s making a lot more money, which will make it easier for us, and he has to get all of this training so he can keep this job, but he’s never home and when he is home he’s just too tired to do anything. I just want him home so we can get back to living like normal people. Maybe then I can make it up to him for some of the things I’ve said recently.”

I don’t know why I’m saying all this to this guy. Santa Clause isn’t real or anything. Maybe it’s just because I need to tell someone. Shifting again I still feel him pressing against me. Looking at his face I see the twinkle is still there in his eye. I decide I need something else, not just a friendly chat with Santa, besides this poor guy must go through hell sitting here everyday with nothing but kids crawling all over him and pulling at his beard.

Climbing off his lap I turn to face him while kneeling on the raised dais his chair rests on. Reaching up, (I can’t believe I’m doing this,) I grasp at his wide black leather belt, opening it before he can say anything. Before he can protest I open his coat and find the top of his pants. Grabbing at them I glance up at his face while I fumble with the odd clasp holding them closed. Looking down at me he nods and winks. When I look down again I realize I’m holding nothing but air. In fact he is now wearing nothing below his waist. (How did he get his pants off that quick, and without me feeling or seeing it?)

There before my eyes is what I had felt pressing against me. Somehow, even though he wasn’t completely hard he looked larger than I had expected. Larger yet smaller at the same time. Leaning down I gently took him into my mouth, tasting a strange man for the first time since I got married more than ten years before. When he felt the touch of my breath on his member he gasped slightly. Emboldened by this I kept working on him, alternating sucking him with running my tongue up and down his length as he grew under my ministrations. Now he was large enough for me to use my hands as well. I slowly stroked his shaft with one hand while reaching under and cupping his balls in my other hand. I loved how they felt in my hand, warm and soft while they moved slightly in their sac.

By this time Santa was growing like I had never seen. Even as I struggled to fit the head of his cock in my mouth I realized I couldn’t quite fit my hand around his shaft. As I worked on him I felt movement around us, then lights flashing in odd patterns. Ignoring them as well as I could I shifted gears, just licking at him while stroking his shaft. I knew this wouldn’t be enough though, and somehow I would have been upset if it had been.

Before I could think through what I was doing I stood in front of him. Reaching under my skirt I pushed down my matronly panties until they were below my knees. Bending down I slipped them the rest of the way off. Now I was completely exposed under my knee length skirt. Standing I shrugged to myself as I unzipped my skirt, letting it fall to the floor around my feet. Stepping up to stand directly in front of his chair I crawled back into his lap I could feel him pressing hotly against my skin now. Turning so I was facing towards him I tucked a foot down on each side so it hung through the arms of the chair, not quite touching the floor so far below. Using my hands I raised myself until I could feel him pressing against my opening. Slowly I lowered myself amazed at how wet I was at this, and thankful that I was so wet.

I’m no virgin but I certainly felt like it when his massive cock started spreading me open. It felt like he had a leg in there instead of a cock. It kept sliding further and further up inside of me as I lowered myself. Even with me being as wet as I was it still hurt a bit, and I had to stop every now and then. Soon I got into a rhythm of sliding him in and out a little. Every time I lowered myself I took in a bit more. I couldn’t believe how large he was, or how hot I was getting just getting him inside of me. By the time I was resting on his lap I was moaning with my first orgasm. Looking up at his face I saw him smiling at me.

Lifting my arms I rested them on his shoulders, using them to lift and lower my body as I slowly started stroking him in and out of me. He finally moved then, resting his hands on my hips, (my god but his hands almost encircled me and I’m not the tiny beach bunny you see on the beaches down here.) Moving in response to my moves he started lifting and lowering me, helping my tired arms with the effort, making it much easier for me to concentrate on what I was feeling as his massive cock speared into me again and again sending me into almost constant orgasm. After a while of this he lifted me clean off his cock and easily turned me around, setting me down on his cock again, this time facing away from him. I gasped in amazement as he did this, then moaned in delight as his manhood pressed up inside my empty cooze again.

When I was settled he reached around me and rested his hands on my breasts, which to my surprise were bare. In fact I was bare, where had my blouse gone? He started kneading my breasts with his hands, which easily held them, while slowly stroking up and into me from below. I loved it, he was fucking me as I sat on his lap. This was something new to me and I found it more than a little erotic. I felt myself spreading my legs wider to let him in even further, again noticing the flashing lights around me. It must have been the force of his stroking into me or my orgasms making me see these lights. Even as I was thinking this I had to bite into the side of my hand to keep from moaning too loudly. My whole body felt alive, his fingers were doing magic things to my nipples, making them stand hard and aching on my chest while his cock slowly plunged deep inside of me, deeper than ever before.

As much as I liked this I wanted more. Telling him to help me I lifted myself off his lap and stepped down off the dais. Standing there I looked quickly around. The only things in view were the chair and a stack of gift bags which looked extremely uncomfortable, as well as the counter with the camera equipment on it. Motioning for him to join me I stepped over to the counter and leaned back against it so I could watch him. he didn’t disappoint me, rising from his chair and stepping down and over to me. He looked huge, his naked body with well defined muscles. Where had his coat gone? His cock stood out in front of him, glistening slightly in the muted light from the juices I had put on it. As he stepped up to me I turned and leaned over the counter expecting him to slide that monster inside of me again. Instead he pulled me up by my shoulders and crushed me gently against him in a hug as he reached around me from behind and again started playing with my breasts. Now I could feel just how big he was. He towered at least a head taller than my five foot six, and I could feel his cock pressing insistently against my back.

“No little darling, not that way.” He whispered deeply in my ear. “I’ll show you something else, but first I want to do it this way.”

Turning me around he easily lifted me onto the counter, placing me so my hips were right on the edge. As I lifted my head to look down my body I watched him lift my legs to his chest while spreading them. Bending my knees so it was easier for him I reached down and guided him into me, watching as his head spread my now red and puffy lips wide as it pushed between them. Slowly he stroked into me again, not stopping but taking his time. I could feel every inch of him as he spread my walls wide apart. Every knob and vein on his cock excited me more until I was ready to cum again. When I finally felt his balls against my ass cheeks I knew he was deep inside me. Hell I could feel him deep inside of me. Looking down at my quim I couldn’t believe how much he had spread me open, Now he started sliding in and out, pulling my lips out then pushing them in slightly as he did so. His cock rubbed against my clit and seemed to hit every nerve inside my tunnel as he moved in me. Again I was in an almost constant state of orgasmic release. It got even worse when he reached past my legs and started playing with my tits again, rubbing the nipples and pinching them gently. It seemed that every time his balls hit my ass I came again, my moans muffled by my hands in front of my face. Even though I was married and he wasn’t my husband this still felt right somehow. I knew what else I wanted. I wanted to feel him cum inside of me.

He must have guessed this as he pulled out my battered snatch. Watching as he pulled out I could see how my hole was gaping open after he left it empty.

“Now I’ll show you something different.” he told me as he picked me up and turned me over to set me back on the counter. Now I was facing away from him on my hands and knees. I didn’t know what he planned on doing, even his height made it impossible for him to enter me now and the counter was too small for him to climb up and join me. Suddenly I felt his breath hot on me as his tongue slowly traced it way down my crack to my gaping hole. I couldn’t believe it as he slowly sank his tongue inside of me only to pull it back out. Moving slowly he traced the entire outside of my lips, following them from top to bottom and back again. I shuddered when he reached bottom and tickled my clit gently for just a second before resuming his journey. His tongue was different from his manhood. It was very thin and very gentle. Exploring every fold and nook of my pussy as he worked me over. I leaned down and rested my face against my arms as he continued his oral assault on my body, muffling my cries against my arms as his tongue speared deep inside of me then worked around me again. When I felt his tongue pass over my anus for the first time I gasped. That sent a tingle through my body which I felt even through the waves of pleasure from my orgasms. he seemed to ignore that but I felt him returning more and more often to that little bunch of muscles.

Before long he was concentrating his tongue action on my ass while slowly sliding at least two fingers into my snatch. Every time his tongue passed over my opening I gasped again. When he paused, holding just the tip of his tongue against the center of my hole I wiggled my hips. I didn’t know what he was planning but when I felt his tongue snaking past my muscles into my anus I was more than surprised. Even as my body tensed to this strange invasion I could hear my barely muffled screams as I had another even stronger orgasm. How long he did that to me I don’t know, tongue fucking my ass while fingering my slit for what seemed like forever.

When he finally stopped I found myself gasping for breath and almost limp, but I still hadn’t gotten what I wanted. Looking back over my shoulder at him licking his fingers clean I told him so. He just smiled then grabbed my hips while telling me to slide my knees forward. When I was positioned to his liking I felt strange. I was almost sitting on my heels, in fact my ass was resting on my heels. When he pushed me forward while holding my hips in place I felt myself stretching open for him. When I was leaning down, my breasts almost touching the counter between my knees, I found I could grab the edge of the counter.

When he saw me stretched out this way he stepped closer behind me. Thankfully I was well spread from his earlier fucking because I couldn’t guide him in this position. I moaned as I felt him rub his cock against my opening, then moaned even louder as he stroked into me. In this position he could clearly see both my ass and cunt as he slid further and further into me, making me moan even louder. Now I knew why he liked this position, it allowed him to slide even deeper into me as well as control the speed of the action. He certainly knew what he was doing. If he had just started pounding into me it would have hurt like hell, but he took it slowly, easing a little more into me with every stroke. Finally I felt him bottom out, his pubic hair pressed against my shaved mound as his balls hung down beneath me. I could look down past my body and see them swaying there as he worked himself in and out of me.


Santa's Help



Ever so slowly he sped up until he was pounding into me like there was no tomorrow. His hips slapped against mine as my quim made sucking noises every time he pulled out. The faster he went the more powerful my orgasms were until I knew people could hear us going at it. By this time I didn‘t care even if little Timmy asked mommy what Santa was doing in there. My knees were growing sore as his thrusts became more and more jerky, he was losing control even as his cock swelled inside of me. (My god can he get any bigger? Now I knew what a Mare felt like.)

Finally he slammed his body against mine while pulling my hips tight against his. I screamed in ecstasy as I felt his cock twitching inside me, blasting jet after jet of his hot seed into my tunnel. I could feel every blast of it, making me cum even more. As he slowly shrank inside of me I couldn’t believe I had just done this, but there I was bent over on a counter in the middle of a large department store with Santa’s cock buried in my snatch. With a sigh he pulled out of me. I didn’t want it to end quite yet, besides I couldn’t let him get back in the chair quite like that, I turned to face him while climbing down. Kneeling in front of him I again gently took him into my mouth, tasting and smelling both of us on him as I sucked and licked him clean. While I was doing this I could feel our cum sliding out of my still gaping hole to drip on the floor beneath me.

When I was done I stood in front of him, rising up on my tiptoes I grabbed his beard and pulled his face down to mine so I could kiss him. When I was done he smiled down at me while holding my clothes out for me to put on. Grabbing it I pulled on my skirt, zipping it quickly in place. I didn’t know what I had done with my panties but I could always go without them for a while. Looking at him to grab my blouse I was startled to see him standing there holding my the rest of my clothes while fully clothed. Damn this guy was fast. As I pulled on my blouse and buttoned it he handed me a pair of panties to put on. These weren’t the ones I had been wearing before. These were a little red G-String with Santa’s face embroidered on the front. Laughing I pulled them on.

When I stood again I was startled to see him sitting in his chair. I hadn’t even noticed him moving. When he saw me looking at him he reached into a bag beside him and pulled out a wrapped box which he held out to me. Shrugging I smiled and took it. when I did he held up my panties from earlier, sniffed them, then tucked them into his coat pocket. If that’s what he wanted it was fine by me. He waved me over in front of his chair, when I was standing there he looked me over from head to toe, nodding as he did so.

“You came in here not believing, yet you sat in my lap and told me your problems. You didn’t really ask for anything for yourself, instead you asked for something to make both your husband and you happy. Then you gave of yourself, making me very happy I might add, and still you didn’t ask for anything for yourself. You are one of the very few I meet who truly try to make others happy, and value their happiness beyond your own. Now I’ll let you in on a little secret. If you believe, then what you truly want will come true, but only if you believe.” Nodding his head he finished his little speech. “Now go, go home and be happy for a change.”

As I left his elves were opening the walls again. To my surprise there was a short line, nothing like I had expected, and none of the people there looked in the least curious. Walking quickly out of there I found that I was happy, strangely I was happier than I had been for a long time. It had nothing to do with the ache between my legs either. When I stopped in the ladies room to clean myself up I found there was no trace of our cum on me. It was as if it had never happened, except for the aching in my cunt, and the way it looked freshly fucked, not to mention the gift box in my hand, I wouldn’t have believed it had happened.

Walking out to the van I climbed in, tossing the gift on the passenger seat so I could pull on my jacket and dig out my keys. Before I started the van my curiosity got the better of me and I tore open the present. Inside was a small computer with a mini disc resting on top of it, held there with a bit of tape. Raising my eyebrows I pulled the computer out of the box to see another nestled below. Curious I turned mine on, surprised to see my name appear as it powered up. When it was ready I placed the disc in the drive and waited for it to open. To my amazement there were pictures. Slowly I went through them. The first couple were of me sitting on Santa's lap talking with him. As the pictures progressed I watched as I had sex with this incredible man. That’s what those flashes had been, someone had taken pictures of me in the act.

I know I should have been upset by the pictures but for some reason I knew they weren’t going to become public unless I chose for them to be. Turning off the computer I looked at the other and saw a tag on it. Looking closer I saw it was a gift for Sean, my husband. Shaking my head I couldn’t figure this out. Putting my computer back in the box I closed it while thinking about what I would tell my husband. I decided I would tell him the truth. Somehow I knew he wouldn’t be angry, why I don’t know but I was sure of this.

Dreading it I turned the key in the ignition, knowing it would be a fight to get the van started. Instead it started on the first crank and ran as if new. I could barely hear the engine. When I dropped it into gear the tires chirped a little from the power of the engine. It was almost as if someone had replaced the van with anew one, but looking around the inside I could see it was ours. Somehow though it had some additions. The radio had a CD player in it, and there was a TeleStar unit mounted below the dash along with a CB Radio. Shaking my head in wonder I drove home to our apartment. I knew I had to get it cleaned up before Sean got home the next day. What a chore that was going to be.

When I pulled into the parking lot of the complex I saw the lights were on in the apartment. 

“Oh shit” I thought to myself. “I left the lights on again.”

Parking the van I climbed out and locked up, almost forgetting the gift box as I did so. When I walked up the apartment door, fumbling for my keys I thought I could hear Christmas music playing on the stereo. It sounded strangely like Bing Crosby’s “White Christmas” to me. As I went to unlock the door it opened in front of me, revealing my husband standing there with a smile on his face. It took me a moment to realize who it was standing there, he wasn’t due home until the next evening. Even as recognition washed over me I stepped inside and tossed the box and my purse on the couch before grabbing him in a hug. I could barely hear him telling me his class was over early so he took an earlier flight home. I didn’t care, as long as he was home. Then I heard him telling me that he was done with the classes, that had been his last one. For some reason he couldn’t understand why I was standing there crying.

After a bit I calmed down and explained why I was crying. He just smiled as he told me he had felt much the same. When I got ready to explain to him about my little visit with Santa he held a finger over my mouth hushing me. He told me abut meeting a strangely young old woman as he was waiting on his plane up north while worrying about the weather closing in. She had been dressed very shabbily, and looked as if she hadn’t eaten in a long time. Instead of turning away from her as every one else was doing he insisted on buying her dinner while explaining that he wouldn’t see anyone go hungry, especially at that time of year. While they were eating she had explained that she was trying to find a way to fly north for the holidays, but couldn’t get a ticket with the little money she had. He had excused himself and walked out of the restaurant while telling her to stay there. When he came back he had dropped an airline ticket in her lap. She was surprised to see it was in her name and for her destination. When she had asked him why he had done this, he told her about his wife at home.

He said he found himself explaining all that had been going on, and how he felt bad abut leaving her alone so much lately, but also why he had been doing it. Now all he wanted was to get home in time for Christmas, and he was in his own way trying to get her home in time for Christmas with her family as well. Sean said he didn’t remember much else of that evening, except for his leaving her in a motel room to catch his flight. As he was closing the door she had said something about him being happy, and that his wife would have a little gift for him when he got home.

Hearing that reminded me of the second computer. Pulling it out of the box I handed it to him. He turned it on and watched what came up on the screen. For some reason I didn’t try to see it. instead I again watched my own slideshow. When he was done he sat there frowning for a minute, then he passed me his computer, swapping it for mine. Looking at his computer I watched the pictures flash by as he got it on with a beautiful young lady. She was tiny, but flawless and from the pictures seemed to have quite the sexual imagination. When the slideshows were done we just sat there looking at each other. then we burst out laughing.

Shaking our heads we set the computers to the side and moved over to the couch. As I settled back in his arms for what felt like the first time in years he turned on the TV trying to find a Christmas special. We would open our other gifts in the morning. He finally found a special, and set down the remote. Pulling me closer we watched the show. To our surprise at the end of it the screen went blank then resolved to show the two people we had met. Santa and the small woman. As we looked on in amazement he pulled her close then looking at us through the screen he winked. The screen went back to the show as my husband and I looked at each other in shocked surprise. Turning off the TV we stood and looked at each other. Without a word being spoken we stripped right there in the living room.

Heading into the bedroom, him wearing nothing and me wearing my embroidered Christmas panties we intended to open an early Christmas present. Maybe we would stay up until Christmas morning.



Santa's Helper



(New Years Eve)

After Jack had left the humble cottage deep in the hills, Jack felt something real and fulfilling. Not just any old feeling, but one which gave him a certain feeling and more reason to keep on existing. 

"Damn that lady could cook a mean dish." Jack said. "Wow, and the way she gave me such pleasure in bed." Sighing.

Once Jack had reached the old estate just outside the small town. Every woman he saw, encounters, which gave him a thrill and a most pleasurable erection as though Jack seen in each of their eyes and smile that glitter and gleam that erases every other woman he made-love to. Reminding him of Jill so much that he became obsessed with the thought of seducing her and making-love again on the living room floor. Every time Jack would think of this blonde lady he would shake all over and foam at the mouth. Visions of impurity would also cast a spell, form a swelling beyond imaginable inside the worn-out blue jeans he wore to his sister's nogleration party and ceremony of becoming the towns first female mayor. 

Jack was so familiar with the tiny village that he walked around like he had lived there all his life. Combing the streets late at night with nothing to fear but fear itself, since the crime rate was extremely low and 'neighborhood watch' signs in damn near every window. Knowing his sister from their childhood years was a woman of her word and a no nonsense kind of person. Judy was sort of like Jack, full of spunk in the sack and a person with a sense of touch and humor. All nature's senses reacting simultaneously whenever sex was the topic, which most would shy away from. 

Judy's anogleration party took place in an old abandoned barn, which was newly renovated by the town's budget. Place where everyone felt free to speak their mind and enjoy themselves without any pressures of 'higher up's' retaliating on their behalf. The barn was in the form of a huge ballroom with winding stairs at each entrance and chandeliers that hung from the cedar rafters. Flooring was dull but clean and bails of straw were stacked neatly around the perimeter of the four walls that were covered with items you would find in any ordinary barn. 

Jack had arrived a bit late when he took his seat at the first row of tables. Smelling the familiar scent of erotic perfume behind him. Sensing the heavy breathing he once felt and tremendous amount of energy being spent on him that sent hives on down his spine. Everyone was dressed in either rags or riches when Jack's eyes circles the tops of the trees shown through the high windows and behind the platform where his dear OLE sister was giving her speech. Young handsome man dragging his beady attention to this, a view of the many rooms upstairs in the large loft where many seeds were once spilt and many more will be sewed for the sole purpose of pollinating this, another type of field of dreams. Ones that already felt the sting of adventures when the newly appointed mayor's speech was completed and many had taken their place on the ballroom floor. Dancing around the room, while the songs of love were being played on stage, right next to Jack, still wondering if Jill was still willing to scale the hybrid corn stalk. Knowing a New Year was only hours away and a trip to the altar was nearing Jack's mind when goose bumps be-gun to form upon him. 

Jill was pouring herself a drink near the first set of stairs near the front entrance of the barn. When Jack suddenly saw Jill from a safe distance. Seeping through the lovely lady's black jeans were the strings, outlining the entire front and rear of the short blondes front side. Allowing the lad's emotions to run wild, carefree, and in-to the midst of harms way. Dancing his way with a much younger girl with braided pigtails and a smile that made Jill appear jealous and insanely intoxicated by the man's closeness. Appearing before Jill with that same gesture and look in his eye that once made her undress for him. Then once the music was about to explode with an up-tempo beat, Jill cuts in, begins to rub her tight jeans against the lad that was in dire need of her gentle services. Dancing wild and erotically as if responding to, too, Jack's needs. Then feeling his stiffness through his jeans when she wraps her loving arms around him and begins to nibble alongside his throbbing warm neck. Want-ing Jack to plunge into her deep well, energize her needs like she once felt up in the hills some two years ago.

After a few more trips to the punch bowl and a couple more erotic dances, Jill was tempted to rape him before god and friends. Daring her mate to fondle her all over and to make a scene. Touching and fondling Jack the way she once did gave her a few more hidden ideas. Attached to the ceiling was this giant ball, round object of glistening silver, which Jill stood under when Jack watches her indulging drink after stiff drink until she felt confident enough to engage the middle-age man with a bitter stare and impure thoughts. Yearning to avenge his huge muscle once again that she measures with her sultry eyes and demands to touch and insert between her goddess legs. Knowing if Jack turns her offer down that she would rape him, then 'do him' right on the dance floor.

"Jack. Let's go up into the loft," Jill cried, feeling affectionate and vulnerable to his every need. "Okay." Lowering his eyes onto the tiny strings that were visible through Jill's tight pants. "I want to bury your sword deep inside my humble well," she whispers, grinding her zipper into him. 

Not wanting to disappoint the man that once launched an attack on her naked bod' and sent his seeds screaming for more. Then the ball was about to drop as friends and foe were counting down, while Jack and Jill was staggering up the steep steps with the look of desperation in their horny eyes. Reaching the door, sign, which reads 'vacancy' when the celebration below them was commencing and loud roar was in order. Once the couple was inside the room, Jill forced the door shut with a bold thrust of her firm buttock. Tempting Jack to undress with her frustrated eyes and a brisk smile that Jack captures right away. 

"I want you naked, Jack," Jill spoke, feeling stimulated by the brilliant reaction of his body language. Encouraging the woman to come closer to the brass bed when he unfastens his trousers and begins to fondle himself with a deliberate gasp of desperation, and handfuls of glistening fiber. Jill then reacts with a brief grin and a weakness about her heart and knees. 

"Do what you want, baby!" Jack cries, fearing the worse was about to commence.

With the celebration still below them. Jill begins to undress as she makes her way to the bed. By the time she was before him, Jill was in her panty and bra. Both enduring the satisfactions in each of their eye, each stare, and a greater long- ing in what was about to happen. Jill begins to straddle the young man with a bright future in writing when she took her place atop the stud. Focusing her attention on Jack's quivering lips, exhausted eyes, and a hardness that develops under her slow thrusts. Rubbing diligently over the magic wand and with very little resistance, she leans over to press her lips onto his and runs her fingers briskly through his silky hair, while Jack inserts his love machine through the side of Jill's elastic panty.

"Oh! It feels much larger then the last time we met, Jack!" She cries, spreading her legs farther apart. "Really?" "Yeah, really!" Jill shouts, working him over with multiple thrusts and adventur- ous sways. 

Neither wants the other to cease the moment. This moment of pleasure, as their graceful thrusts were accompanied by harsh moans next door and a willingness to scorn the other was greatly appreciated. Then Jill suddenly leaves the young man's neck and appears erect without loosing eye contact or a beat of what Jill's attentions were. Both glancing down to where the energy was being spent and to gain advantage that neither can accomplish. Jack was very fortunate that his arms were long enough to reach up to comfort his mates naked bosoms. But as he did, Jill begins to cry out and bounce harder up and down the stubborn sword that refuses to go limp. Inviting him to go deeper as the cries grew louder and more frequent when Jack brought both nipples together and spares no mercy on each one. Sucking, chewing, and licking upon Jill's bosoms was briefly interrupted by a bold knock on the door that Jill had secured with her buttock.

"Aren't you two done yet! We would like a chance to celebrate the New Year too, ya know!"

Suddenly Jack and Jill flooded the bed with seeds. Hot lava that sent each nearly to the moon. "Oh yeah darling! Mum, you do have what I need!" Jill scolds, leaning forward to rescue Jack's lips. Pumping more of her love juices that spills down the man's inner thighs. Realizing the desperate chatter outside the door had triggered something, some-thing that each had wanted and longed for…tender voice!

Jack took his iron horse from the wet walls and began to sift the remaining seeds from Jill's thighs. Licking her thick hair's, her sensitive lips, and a brisk sweep across the oval 'folds' as they quietly slip into a tight embrace and enjoy this, the moment they had been waiting for…matrimony. 



Santa's Helper



My friend Jennifer was having a tough time of it this holiday season. Her husband Mike is in the military and is two months into a twelve month deployment. To top it all off, Jennifer is six months pregnant. So, yeah, she's having a pretty rough time of it.

Jennifer and I have been friends for several years, having met through work. Over that time, we're become very close friends. Since Jennifer was already married when we met, nothing physical happened, but there was a lot of good natured flirting and underlying sexual tension. Of course, that didn't stop me from fantasizing about it.

Jennifer is a very attractive 30 year old woman. She stands about 5'8", has enchanting blue eyes and shoulder length brown hair. She enjoys working out and has the body to prove it. I'd had the pleasure of seeing her in her workout clothes a few times and enjoying seeing her smooth, flat tummy, nice, firm butt and medium size, full, round breasts.

I enjoyed talking to Jennifer whenever I could. We'd chat online all the time and often talk for hours on the phone, especially when her husband was out of town on one or another trip. Jennifer was happy, but would get awfully lonely and felt Mike often got too focused on his job, loosing sight of her feelings.

She was very excited when she found out she was pregnant and hoped that would get Mike to spend more time with her. Unfortunately, not long after that, Mike got word that he had to deploy and would be gone all through the holidays. The military said they'd try to get him home on leave for the birth, but wouldn't make any promises. Jennifer was pretty upset to say the least.

With Mike being gone, I tried to help Jennifer as much as I could -- little things like helping take care of the yard or running errands for her so she didn't get overworked. Even so, I could see everything was weighing heavily on her.

First, Thanksgiving rolled around and since her family is all out of state, she was going to be all alone. I didn't want her to spend Thanksgiving all alone, so since I had no other plans, I offered to take her to dinner. We spent an enjoyable dinner at a nice restaurant talking as friends. When I dropped her off at home, she looked at me with a longing in her eyes, but then blushed, kissed me on the cheek, thanked me for the enjoyable dinner and hurried inside. I didn't want to make her feel uncomfortable or awkward, so I left it at that and drove back to my apartment.

I should mention that by now, Jennifer had grown very big. She had found out she was expecting twins, so was even larger because of that. She looked incredible! Her athletic body with her big belly and swollen breasts was almost too much for me! I didn't tell her at the time, but I was so horny by the time I got back to my place after dropping her off that I stripped naked and masturbated thinking about seeing her naked, pregnant body. When I came, I shot cum nearly across the room!

I was shocked back to reality when the phone rang. It was Jennifer thanking me again for the dinner and apologizing for being so abrupt. Her voice sounded so sexy, that sitting there in the dark; I began to get hard again.

As we talked, the conversation slowly drifted toward her being alone. When I asked her what she really missed, she surprised me by almost immediately answering, "Sex!" I think she may have surprised herself as she was quiet for a bit after that and then said, "Oh, sorry. I shouldn't have said that." I assured her it was okay and that I wasn't offended (if she could only see me sitting there naked and hard talking with her, I'm sure she would have known I didn't mind -- HA!). I could tell she'd embarrassed herself, so again I didn't press the issue. We concluded an enjoyable conversation and I concluded climaxing again thinking about her beauty.

Next, she called me on Saturday afternoon almost hysterical in tears. After getting her to calm down enough to talk, she said she had become really upset since the weekend after Thanksgiving was when Mike and her normally put up their Christmas decorations and Christmas tree. She said it must be the hormones, but as she sat around all that morning, she started becoming more and more upset that she had no one to decorate with. I told her that I understood how that could make her really sad and that I'd be glad to come over and help her put up decorations and the tree. I could hear the relief and happiness in her voice as she said that would be wonderful and thanked me for the offer. I told her I'd be right over to help.

I'd already showered and was just lounging around, so I threw on sweats and a t-shirt, grabbed my jacket and headed to her place. I arrived at her house and knocked on the door. She answered wearing similar sweats, gave me a hug as best she could with her belly and exclaimed, "Hey look, we're twins -- both in sweats!"

"Great minds think alike!" was my weak response. But I guess she liked it since she hugged me again and thanked me for coming over to help her.

She'd made some hot cocoa. So we sat in the kitchen and drank it while chatting. The entire time, I drank in her body with my eyes as discretely as I could. The light scent of her perfume was enticing. Her lovely, straight brown hair. Those intoxicating blue eyes. And of course the swell of her breasts and belly. I know it's terrible to admit, but somehow that diamond ring on her finger became extremely erotic as well.

"So, ready to get at it?" Her voice snapped me out of my day dream.

"Oh, yes. Where is everything?"

"We keep it all out in the garage. Come on, I'll show you."

As Jennifer walked towards the garage, I couldn't help following the sway of her firm, shapely ass.

I made it out to the garage without tripping all over myself and got down the boxes Jennifer directed. We spent the next several hours decorating the house. I strung up the lights outside while Jennifer put up some decorations inside. Then we came back together to put up the tree. We were both having a great time and Jennifer was more cheerful than I'd seen her in months.

We finally got the tree up and lit. As we started to hang decorations on it, Jennifer suggested I build a fire (as that was part of their tradition). As I finished hanging the decorations, Jennifer excused herself to put on dinner, which she'd insisted on preparing as a thank you for my help.

We ate an enjoyable dinner lit only by the Christmas lights. After dinner, Jennifer insisted I sit with her on the sofa to look at the lights on the tree. As we sat there, I felt her begin to snuggle close to me.

"Thank you again for all your help today. You really cheered me up."

I looked down at her and couldn't help myself. I leaned over and kissed her. It was like a flood gate opened. We began passionately kissing, our hands all over each other. Then I broke away from her.

"Oh, Jennifer, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that, but I find you so beautiful."

"No, it's okay. Please don't stop. I need to be with someone."

Once more back into a passionate kiss. This time my hand going under her shirt, feeling her hard, pregnant tummy. Then Jennifer reached down and pulled her shirt over her head, revealing her bare breasts. Her breasts were so big and full. Her deep red colored nipples were the size of finger tips and stuck straight out from silver dollar size areolas. I immediately took a nipple in my mouth and began sucking.

"Oh, not too hard. They're very sensitive. Oh yes, like that. Lick them gently like that. It feels so good."

I paused just long enough to remove my clothes as Jennifer pulled off her sweats and panties and then went back to kissing her. My hands ran all over her naked body.

"Jennifer, I have a confession. Pregnant women really turn me on."

"Oh, wow! Not Mike. He hasn't touched me for months and I am so damn horny! I need someone in me. Please make love to me right here in front of the fire and the tree."

I began kissing my way down Jennifer's belly as she lay back in the sofa. Her pussy was shaved bare and smooth. I spread her legs and started to lick her wet pussy. She tasted so sweet. Her wetness continued to increase until she was absolutely soaked.

"Mike never eats me. God that feels good!"

Jennifer's hands were on my head now, pulling me into her cunt. Her hips were bucking as she moaned loudly. I was licking her clit and then slipped a finger inside her, finger fucking her. She was so soaked, my finger made a slopping sound as I drove it in and out of her. I pulled my finger out and stuck my tongue in her hole. I fucked her cunt with my tongue, devouring her sweet nectar.

"Oh fuck I'm going to cum!"

I felt her shudder and quiver against my face as she climaxed. As she continued to lay back on the sofa, I knelt between her legs, holding my rock hard cock in my hard. With one hand, I held her pussy lips open and with the other I rubbed the head of my dick up and down her pussy.

"I want to fuck you Jennifer. I want to put my cock inside you and fuck your married pussy!"

"Oh, yes! Put it in me! Fuck me!"

With that, I slipped the head of my dick inside my friend's pussy. My hands were on her pregnant belly as I fucked her, my cock going all the way up inside her. I felt her muscles milking my cock as I pumped in her. I looked down at my married, pregnant friend, her big belly, her swollen tits, my hard cock going in and out of her. I had never been as turned on in my life as I was with her!

"Oh, God! Please, yes, fuck me! Fuck me with that cock! Oh, yes, I need it!"

I had never heard Jennifer talk so dirty. Her hips were meeting my every thrust. It felt so good to be inside her. Her tight muscles gripping me as I plunged into her. I could feel an explosive climax building in my balls.

"Jennifer, I'm close!"

"Me too! Please cum inside of me as I cum!"

Jennifer moaned loudly and I felt her pussy grip my cock like a vise. I felt her body start to shudder as she screamed again, "Cum inside me!" That sent me over the edge and I released a torrent of cum inside her. I don't think I ever came so hard, so much and for so long!

We stayed there holding each other and kissing, until my softening cock finally slipped out of her. She smiled at me and said, "I guess you're Santa's helper this year." Then she took me by the hand and said. "Let's go take a shower and get in bed."

Jennifer has already told me that she doesn't want to spend Christmas alone and that I can expect an extra special present if I keep her company...



Santa's Helper



My company's invitation for the employee's annual Christmas party requested that attendees wear holiday themed attire. I called Nicole and asked if she has received her invitation yet. She had, and asked me what I was going to wear to the party, because she hadn't decided what to wear yet. I told her I had an idea or two, but I had not made a firm choice out of several outfits in my closet. 

All week I heard people at work discussing the party and what they planned on wearing. I made it a point to be away from my desk as much as possible to avoid such inquires. 

On the day of the party Nicole and I had lunch in the company cafeteria that afternoon. We discussed the party and made small talk while waiting for our meals regarding what we heard people were wearing to the party. Nicole was going to wear what she called her sexy elf outfit. She told me one of the other girls was going as a sexy reindeer, another designed a costume she dubbed the Snow Vixen.

Anything could be termed appropriate because the company held two employee parties; one was the family friendly dinner at a banquet hall; at which there was the possibility of someone drinking too much eggnog or table wine. Later that evening at the Company owner's home there would be the other party; or after party if you attend the snooze fest. 

This was an adult only booze fest that always produced bawdy and embarrassing stories that would be conversation at the water cooler for months. This X-rated party required you be at least twenty one years old to attend, and the ability to keep your mouth shut about what you saw.

Why would your boss have the party at their home? There is a certain kink that can't be duplicated by getting your freak on where you shouldn't and this party is the perfect excuse, and with a few drinks you can just blame it on the alcohol.

The waitress finally brought us our lunch; we both commented about how good the food was. Nicole finally asked me directly what I was going to wear to the party. I noticed at the table next to us all eyes turned to me as they waited to hear what I'd wear to the party. 

I said. "I'm not sure yet but I have a few pieces in my closet I'm considering."

"C'mon Lola, I need to know so I can avoid wearing the identical outfit to the party."

I thought to myself. "Yeah right like we have the same taste in what is sexy," but I said. "I may wear my Santa's Sweetie outfit or perhaps my Sleigh Belle dress with white gloves and a pair of five inch stilettos."

After lunch we went back to work but the "Holiday Spirits" started flowing early and anyone who wanted; which was just about everyone; was allowed to leave early to get ready for the parties. 

After work, I decided to stop by a specialty shop that catered to seasonal theme wear. As I entered the store I spotted a naughty little outfit I liked and bought it. While browsing for stocking stuffers and other items at the shop I ran into a coworker Lacey. 

Lacey was buying something for herself and her boyfriend to wear at the party. She proudly showed me her basket of goodies. She had a candy cane man-thong and a pair of red tear away stripper pants for her man. For herself she picked out a lovely red two piece suspender set for her. The suspenders or garters as most people call them would compliment the matching C cup bra perfectly. Lacy is proud of her all natural assets and has shown no shame displaying the twins at work. Her sheer blouses and sexy bras have made eye contact with men and friends among the women a rarity. 

I don't have the most prodigious endowment but quality is a quantity in is own right, and I can go sans a bra with these ladies standing at attention with no help. 

After my chat with Lacey I left the shop. I was feeling hungry again and decided to stop by a bar and grille a few blocks from my home. I placed the order to go and took a seat at the bar while I waited for my food. 

While sipping my cocktail I was approached by a nice looking gentleman who asked if he could buy me another round. I thanked him for the kind offer but passed knowing he would want to continue the cat and mouse game of seduction ending sweaty in a motel room. 

I wasn't in the mood for any hanky panky with anyone but Charles whom I was falling for in a big way; if I was going to play hanky panky it was going to be with Charles. We lived at each other's place whenever we could get together. My days of slipping between the sheets with Tom, Dick and Harry were over. I had become a one woman man.

I paid for my order and went home for a quiet dinner or so I thought. When I turned the key to my door I heard soft music playing. I slowly opened the door and saw candles and a flower arrangement on the dining table. I walked inside and I heard the shower running. 

I entered the master bath and was rewarded with the sight of Charles' silhouette in the shower. I felt my spirit and libido rising, so I undressed and joined him. Charles kissed me deeply while lathering me squeaky clean. I planned on getting my smooth on for the party with a bottle of bikini formula Nair, but now Charles was here with his steady hands and trusty razor. I allowed him to play barber and apply the blade, I enjoyed letting him shave me baby smooth from the neck down, and one look at Charles' fun meter let me know he enjoyed it too. 

After we got dirty getting clean in the shower, I told Charles about the Christmas party and asked him to accompany me. He loved the idea and he said he loved nothing more than to party with me. I told him that I had the perfect outfit for him to wear, a Santa Costume and I would be his little assistant. The velour suit belonged to my ex, but I didn't tell him that part.

Charles laughed at the outfit when he saw it. I padded the Santa suit's waist area so Charles washboard belly would fill out the pants. I watched him dress and then it was my turn. 

Sitting at the edge of the bed with my feet on a chaise, I slowly slipped my red thigh high fish net stockings on and attached them to the white garter. Santa Charles was pitching a tent watching my reverse strip tease. So I hurriedly finished putting on the white lace thong and matching bra. I had Santa lace up the back of my fur trimmed red mini dress before he spread my legs and gave this bad girl his hard pole, instead of a lump of coal. I completed my outfit with a pair of pointy toed pumps with five inch heels.

When we arrived at the party there was a throng of people gathered in the party area. It was interesting to see the assortment of carnal couture the guest wore. My original idea turned out to be not so original; there were several other Santa's and Santa helpers. The Santa's came in many sizes and ethnicities. However we all knew which Santa was ours.

We were met by our hostess' husband who was dressed in a tuxedo tail, but instead of trousers all he wore was a pair of silk boxer shorts with the fly tied in a red bow. He escorted us into a ballroom crowded with holiday characters, elves and Santa sweeties. I never would have believed you could cram so much Christmas color in one room but there we were. 

I saw our Hostess was busy directing the catering staff at the buffet table. Looking radiant in a floor length white gown, the back of which plunged within inch or two of revealing her coin slot. The diamond chocker and emerald cut diamond eternity bracelet that she wore had enough ice on them to chill the room. 

They had really out done themselves with the decorations. Those of us at the party knew this was where we gathered yearly for a night of adult entertainment, with no regard to position or title at work.

The big house had no less than eight bedrooms, and six bathrooms, five fireplaces, a theatre room a wrap around deck with outdoor surround sound, and the heated pool was uncovered for those who dared a dip in December. Nicole and a few other people from work took a tour of the beautiful home and the holiday decor.

Charles and I took our own tour with permission of course. Each bedroom of the house was decorated with different scenes of the Season. There was one bedroom made up as Christmas in Candy Land. Another bedroom was decorated in dazzling white as Winter Wonderland.

One room we walked into blinded us with the multitude of bright twinkling lights around the doorway. In the center of the room there was a sideboard with delicious appetizers and scrumptious desserts to eat while you were in the room. On your way out of the room you received a gift basket of milk chocolate or dark chocolate, and a bottle of bubbly.

When I saw Christmas Candy Land I thought about the outfit Lacey bought for her boyfriend. I was pretty sure they would find use for that room during the evening. 

Charles and I walked through the different rooms of the house until we found one that perked our interest. "Santa Claus Is Coming," the decorative center piece was Santa's throne room like the old department stores had where girls and boys came to tell Santa their wish list of toys. We were sure someone would try to call dibs on that room with so many Santa's and sexy Helpers strolling round about.

We knocked on the door to see if it was safe to enter...and it was so we entered the room set up for Santa's arrival with the chair by the chimney right down to the glass of milk with a cookie. The milk was replaced with a Black Russian, and the cookie was a brownie, fudge with a secret ingredient. 

Charles slid his hand up the fur trimmed hem of my mini dress, and palmed my right butt cheek and said. "Santa's coming, very interesting, but in our case Santa's already came!" 

"And he will again, depending on how jolly a fellow he is tonight." I said laughing.

Charles pulled my thong from between my cheeks and let go, so it snapped against my ass. 

"Charles!" I yelped.

Then it happened, that awkward moment when your bubble is burst by a sudden intrusion.

"I saw that!" said the slurred voice behind us. 

I turned to see Joe the Senior VP of sales standing in the door holding a glass of dark liquor. He was wearing a set of reindeer antlers with bells on the tips. 

"Why Joe whatever do you think you saw?" I asked innocently.

"Your cute little black ass." Joe said, before downing the contents of his glass.

I hugged Charles a little closer before he could punch out the old drunk. I was more pissed about him getting a peek at my bottom than his comment; I do have a nice butt.

"Would you like to tell Santa what you want for Christmas?" I asked.

"I want to get laid by a hot piece like Santa has." Joe mumbled looking at his now empty glass.

Then he staggered away to get a refill I suppose. I wished him a happy hangover as he left.

Charles took me by the hand over to Santa's Throne and pulled me onto his lap.

"What do you want for Christmas little girl?" Santa Charles asked.

"To be in bed all day naked, with you!" I responded instantly.

"Santa can do that. Your tickets will be waiting for you at the airport." He told me.

I was so happy with his answer I planted a big kiss on his lips. Which lead to a serious bout of heavy necking; you would have thought we learned our lesson after Joe but not us.

We were so busy groping and smooching that we failed to notice an audience growing in the doorway. 

"I see Lola kissing Santa Claus." A female voice sang.

I turned to see that a small knot of people had gathered in the doorway. This was slightly embarrassing since at the time I was moaning loudly; probably why I didn't hear them; due to Charles skills at locating my love bud through the lace of my thong. I should have thanked the person that spoke up; in a few more minutes they would have seen my thong pulled aside and Lola burning Santa Charles' Yule log. 

"Don't stop on our account," another woman said.

I looked at her and saw it was Lacy. Her boyfriend's pants were parted and she was stroking his stiff candy cane, while he rolled her big nipples between his fingers. 

Charles and I laughed off the jokes, while noticing the group was quite excited by our show, I avoided looking anyone else in the face as we left and went back to the ballroom to cool down and get some refreshments.

Nicole walked in while Charles was over at the punch bowl getting another cup of the spiked libation, so I waved her over. She waited until she walked in the door to reapply her lipstick; our host saw this too since her husband was noticeably absent.

"Nicole I hope you haven't lost your mind, fooling around with you know who while you're at this party."

"Why do you think anyone can tell who's cock is on my breath?" Nicole asked in mock horror.

I was about to respond when our hostess joined us. 

"Hello Lola," She greeted me with a smile and air kisses. "Nicole." She said with iciness'.

By now Charles had returned with my punch. "Good evening ladies." He greeted our host and Nicole. 

"Can I get you ladies anything?" Charles offered.

"I'm good thank you," said our Hostess raising her glass of Champagne.

"I just had something, but thanks anyway," Nicole said, wetting her lips with her tongue. 

I thought a powder keg was about to go off, when thank goodness Austin walked in chatting with the group that had been watching Charles and me. The smooth operator must have been waiting for just the right moment to return.

Our hostess noticed her husband's returned and walked over to join the group he was in. While our hostess' back was still to us I started to lift the back of Nicole's little elf skirt.

"Don't bother yourself checking Austin's holding them for me in his left coat pocket." Nicole said.

I smacked her bare ass playfully but hard, and said. "Don't you know Santa's making his lists? You don't want to be on the bad list." 

Nicole smart ass responded with. "Why bad girls always get the good stuff. Besides you and Charles are to blame for me misbehaving, we saw you two on Santa's throne and it gave Austin a chubby so I had to release all that pressure."

I decided then it would be best for me to take Nicole down to Charles' place with me for the holidays, so she wouldn't get lonely and do something stupid when Austin should be with his family. Beside Charles had a few friends that would be more than happy to keep Nicole occupied while I enjoyed my stay on the island with Charles.

When I looked back towards the dance floor I noticed our Hostess was leading Lacey's boyfriend over to the DJ's table. After speaking with the DJ, he began an impromptu striptease. 

He may not have been a Chippendale, but women were soon roaring to see more. None of them had a purse handy, but someone got the idea to throw her panties at him. Soon many of them were waving their underwear in the air, a big woman nearest him pulled him closer and slipped her bloomers around his neck like a lei. The crowd screamed at this and soon all manner of under garments were draped around his neck or stuffed in his waistband. All the attention was making him bolder and he ripped away his stripper pants to show off his candy cane striped banana hammock to women. 

As they cheered he danced in front of our hostess shaking his swelling endowment at her, waiting for her to present him with her panties. She stood in front of him, shaking her hips back at him and smoothed her hands over her hips, shaking her head to signify she was not wearing any. 

Not wanting to go away empty handed, he stood there flopping his floppy package at her demanding tribute. So she slipped off one of her pumps and emptied her glass into it, then beckoned him closer with a finger. Then standing on one foot while leaning against the dancer to keep her balance, she drizzled a one hundred dollar bottle of French champagne into his mouth from her five hundred dollar Italian stiletto.

While she poured he ground up against her lewdly, and if her behind was a crime scene he left plenty of finger prints. After she finished with him he danced off to receive attention from another woman. 

Of course Lacey was not going to be out done by her man and when he finished she climbed on the bar and gave the men a show. Plenty of wallets were opened after she whipped off her holiday frock to expose her matching set of bra, g-string and garter. 

The men slipped dollar bills into tops of her seamed nylons, or hooked them on the thin strip of her g-string. Good tippers were rewarded with nasty bump and grind if they were close and bold enough. Jerry, one of the department directors in advertising caught a sharp elbow in the ribs from his wife after he slowly stuffed a bill into Lacey's bra and let his hand linger too long. All in all it was quite the show. 

Charles was very much on my mind at the moment. I am a bit of an exhibitionist and being reminded of getting the little group in the doorway hot and bothered made me randy. 

I snuggled up close to Charles and whispered in his ear. "Guess what Santa made me for an early present?"

"What?" he asked genuinely.

"Very, very, very, wet." I cooed, before slipping my tongue around the shell of his ear.

Before I could do anything about it; like I would have anyway; Charles put me over his shoulder and returned me to the Santa's Coming room. 

There was another couple in the dark corner of the room when we entered. It was Polly from the travel office and Dan from accounting. They weren't wearing holiday attire; in fact they weren't wearing much of anything. They quickly left before their respective spouses discover their hiding place too. 

With no further ado Charles closed and locked the door. He quickly bent me over the throne and yanked my thong aside. 

Standing behind me wearing only his Santa hat and black socks, he thrust himself into my yearning cleft, while spanking my butt and telling me. "This was what bad little girls get from Santa." 

If that was the reward for being bad, why would I ever want to be good? 

After he made me cry out in bliss, he changed positions and sat me reverse cowgirl on his lap. Charles bounced me up and down on his hips until I was weeping for mercy. 

Finally he stood up and turned me around to face him. He lifted me on to his splendidly hardened pole and boned me until he spilled himself deep inside me.

I walked out the room on rubber legs, and found myself getting a round of applause from the five or six people who stopped to listen to us. 

"We want to see Santa cum next," Said a thin brunette.

She and a chubby blonde were pulling their own Santa; Miguel a youngster from the mailroom; into the room Charles and I were exiting.

That commotion was more then enough for Charles, so he took me home where we enjoyed another round, this time though nice and slow in front of the fireplace on my faux bearskin throw. I lay next to Old Jolly Saint Nick wrapped in his arms as we drift off to sleep. 

The End 



Santa's Helper



Author's Note: Constructive comments and/or critiques are welcomed. Otherwise I don't care what you have to say, especially if you post anonymously. Just shows how spineless you are about backing up your own words... 

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Santa's Helper

The holidays were here, and that meant time to do community things. Help the less fortunate, and work in fundraisers to get money for charities, things like that. I sometimes wondered why only the end of the year was the only time the focus was truly on such efforts, that they should be year-round, but that was for another time. This year, my community group was helping a charity get toys for children of military families. They needed a helper, to play one of Santa's people, elves, I guess you could say, to move children along, get them to smile, and generally do what things needed to be done. So I volunteered, thinking what I could do worse for a Saturday, and the answer turned out to be plenty.

The uniform I was asked to wear was like one would see at the Santa's picture booth in a shopping mall. Short red and white skirt, black boots, a jacket, and a Santa hat. I was late doing my shopping, and struck out when I went to get the right kind of outfit at a costume store, and so when I called the event organizer, she said not to worry, that she had something I could use, and to come over. I made the cross-town trip and made the pick up, the poor woman obviously harried as it was so close to the event, that I didn't even bother to examine the costume. I just grabbed it with a wave and went home. It was there I found that I had a small problem. It didn't fit.

It was so small, it didn't really fit anywhere. The skirt waistband, I could actually squeeze into, if I held my breath, but the hemline was way too short, despite the fur along the bottom. My husband loved it, as it only came part-way down my butt, and left the lower third of my cheeks exposed, not to mention my vulva, but there was just no way it was going to work. The jacket was even worse, in that no matter how hard I exhaled, the buttons were just not going to allow it to close around my 34C breasts. In short, the costume was just too small! Taking everything off, and standing there in just my panties, I hmm'd and hawed over how to fix it, when my husband piped up. 

"Just wear something close... the kids aren't going to care, they're going for Santa, not you!" As his common sense approaches went, his words of wisdom were quite right, and who would care what I wore? I mean, if I wore blue jeans and down parka, it wasn't like I was going to get complaints. Besides, I was volunteering, and it wasn't like I could get fired, so I folded the costume up, and began to dig through my own wardrobe.

The easiest thing to solve was the black boots. I was going to wear mine anyways, so it was merely a matter of pulling my black patent-leather stiletto boots from the back of the closet and giving them a quick once-over. Or, in this case, dusting the darn things off. Setting them aside, I looked harder to see what I could see. My fingers indexed through dresses and long skirts, and a few made me smile, only because of how ridiculous they would be. A crimson formal satin gown wouldn't be very appropriate, nor functional, and a gingham-pattern cotton summer dress in red wasn't going to work, either. Mrs. Claus might be a homebody, but it was going to be cold out!

Switching sides of my closet, and shifting the big sliding doors, I began to look at other clothing, and my brain began to wrack. Then it hit me like a truck. I didn't need to wear anything with fur-trimming! Suddenly, my options opened up, and I found two options. One was a maroon satin halter dress, with the skirt hemmed at my knees. The bared shoulders and back would be a problem, but I would be indoors, and so I could maybe just wear my white sweater. The other was my bright red satin circle skirt, and matching red and white cowgirl blouse. The hem was just above my knees, and the seams were white piping, and I would normally wear it with my white boots, but it was red, it was white, and it would fit! I checked on my black belt, just to be able to finish the ensemble. Relieved, I nodded to myself and closed the closet, the issue settled.

Two days later was Saturday, and time for the event. I awoke and got cleaned up, deciding to put my blonde hair side-swept and over my head, leaving the longest tresses to fall past my shoulders, and making me look about two inches taller than I really was. But at five-foot four inches, I needed the extra height. With the boots, I could manage a passage five-eight, and that helped me deal with some of the troublesome parents I was told to expect. A little blush, and some red lipstick to match my clothing, and I would be ready to get dressed.

Sliding the blouse on was done out of habit, for I'd worn the combination many times. So often, in fact, that I forgot to wear my bra. I usually go bra-less, so I didn't even realize that problem, until I was at the event, and the first cold wind of the day shot through my top like it was see-through. I had the presence of mind to wear red panties, though, red-shiny silk, as those are what my husband likes most. Bikini-cut and high over the hip, they would almost look like I was wearing a thong, if I bent over. With a black patent-leather belt to match my boots, I rather looked like Mrs. Claus, or perhaps even Miss Claus?

The first thought that I was not wearing enough came when I was walking across the lot, a cold Santa Ana (no pun intended) wind blowing, while I was carrying two stacked boxes of supplies and not only were my nipples hard and erect, but my skirt was flying about. My hands being full, I was helpless to prevent my hemline from showing more than I wanted, a couple of times giving a complete glimpse of my panties as the satin hemline flew up above my waist. I was never so glad to be back indoors, my skin flushed with embarrassment and from the cold. Only a couple of people made comments, one of them an older lady who spoke loud enough that I should know better. And perhaps she was right.

Things were uneventful for a while, parents shuttling kids about, and our jobs rotated to keep things interesting, although my nipples remained clearly hard and erect the entire time. The gentle rubbing of the inside of my silky-soft blouse, and the cool temperature were keeping them at full attention. I was first to help kids on and off Santa's lap, and trying to get them to smile, then it was my turn to hand out the photographs, and lastly, it was to sign-ups. It was there I started to feel some eyes upon me, and I noticed when I bent down to read and initial the customer receipts, that the men seemed to be staring at me a little harder. More than once, I caught a guy either trying to peer down my blouse, or sneak a peek under my skirt. If I met eyes with a guy, I would give a smile, and if a woman was glaring at me, I would try and be disarming. After an hour and a half of this, I was getting tired of the people, the leering eyes, and I needed a break, and a bathroom. 

I didn't have to wait overly long to get a replacement, and I walked to the nearest bathroom, which was down the hallway separating two stores in the strip mall. For those not in the know, Southern California is littered with these mini-malls, and they have accesses and parking in front and in back, and sometimes, communal restrooms, rather than store-dedicated facilities. So to find the bathroom was to walk back outdoors, this time with my hands firmly on my skirt, and head down the line of shops, and down the exterior hallway to the back of the mall, and to the bathroom. This hallway was actually more like a tunnel, and the winds came through it at tremendous force. There was nothing I could do about it, other than grimly hold one hand to my crotch, and the other behind me, and let the rest of my skirt flap in the wind. Exiting the wind tunnel, I had to walk past three younger men, sharing some sort of talk, and making a rude comment or two as I passed them. Of course, the door to the ladies' room was so hard to open, it took both hands, one on the wall, and one on the door handle to open it, and I had to let my skirt loose for those few seconds as I did so, fighting the door closer and the wind. I only heard a partial loud offer from one of those guys, something about offering me ten bucks for ten minutes, as I let the door shut firmly behind me, glad to have the wind out of my hair, or skirt at least. 

I finished my business, and exited the bathroom, ready for my next assignment, whatever it would be. I had to push against the door, using most of my weight, and it gave way grudgingly, as the stiffening winds were fighting me. Once back outside, I let the door slam, and I made my first act to work my hands to my skirt. I turned, to find the three hoodlums standing there, right at me, with one in front of me, and one to either side. From left to right, they were all Hispanic, bald, skin-head sort of toughs, with tattoos, and despite the fact it was freezing, to me at least, they were only wearing those extra-long shorts and a shirt, with sweat jackets. I suddenly gulped, as the one reached for my wrist and grabbed it, and then the other, nearly simultaneously, yanking my hands from my skirt. It immediately began to fly in the winds, and expose my panties, which the cretin in front decided he would reach for. Cupping my mound, he clenched his fingers, snagging some of my trimmed public hair in his fingers, at the same time he began to yank at the front of my panties, stretching them, until he could get a better grip on them, by twisting his wrist. His free hand went to my throat, not really choking me, but keeping my torso at bay so I couldn't even bite him.

Yanking hard, he was trying to tear my panties from me, as I was writhing in their grip, trying to shake them off. I felt my panties being pulled, the back pulled fully between my cheeks, and the thin fabric now forced between my labia, as the pull began to lift my feet off the ground. Flailing my legs, I felt myself begin to fall, and I finally found my voice, and screamed, as loud as I could. As I went down, my attackers did the same, holding my arms in a hard grip of my wrists, while their leader began to change direction, and pull my panties down. The vile man had managed to descend to his knees, inside my boots, and he was beginning to use his free hand to grope my breast through my blouse. Soft, shiny satin was no match for the guy's grip, and he got a full handhold on my body, the rough skin of his palm beginning to tease my nipple, as my heart hammered, and my eyes were wide open in fear. I managed to scream two more times, before one guy shoved his handkerchief into my mouth, stifling me. I was so afraid that my cries would have been lost in the howling wind!

Hands began to paw at me, and the leader finally just lay his body on mine. I grunted as I felt his weight, my thighs forced apart, and one of his hands still trying to work his way past my panties. I felt his shaft bared to me, and he began to dry-hump me right there in full view of the back of the strip mall. All it would take was one lucky thrust, and his cock would force its way past my panties, and into me. And he almost did. He finally just aimed his cock at my vagina, and began the push, using all his might, as I lay there wriggling under him, my arms still in a vise-like grip, and my legs trying to kick. His hammer began to forge his way into my pussy open by pushing against my panties, and the thin fabric began to stretch, down my mound, and he pushed about an inch of my panties into me, as his cock thrust. It was so painful, I could not help but scream into the gag, my muscles fully tensed and taut as I felt my core being violated. He had retreated, and thrust again, my eyes wincing in fear and pain, when suddenly the two hands holding my arms released me, and I suddenly felt him lifted from me. 

I opened my eyes, and saw two men from our group, and one of the women, the men trying to subdue the would-be rapist, and the women watching in some sort of shock, it seemed, amazed at everything. Their struggle did not last long, though, as the gangbanger managed to free himself, and my last sight of him was as he pulled up his shorts and covered his cock, while trying to run. By then, the other woman was at my side, trying to comfort me, and the men joined soon after, helping me to my feet. In short order, I was ushered into an office of one of the stores, and I was talking to the event organizer. Hot coffee was thrust into my shaking hand, and I was given a blanket, taken from, or donated by, one of the other merchants. 

What happened? Why didn't I yell for help? I was asked about calling the police, did I want to file a report? How was I? Did I want to see a doctor? What was my husband's cell number? How could they help? The questions came at me so fast, so furious, that it actually made me angry. Here I was, a near-rape victim, and these well-wishers were nearly assaulting me with their good intentions. I finally just snapped and said I was alright, and for them to leave me alone, and I would be out in a second. Taking heed, the small throng left, except for the event organizer. She offered to wait outside for me, and give me the time I needed.

I sipped the really bad coffee, trying to get it past my lips three times before declaring it hopeless, and I then rose, letting the blanket fall over the chair, and took stock. I looked at my outfit, and was surprised to find that other than a few extra wrinkles, it was actually in good shape. Nothing was torn, although the top button of my blouse was missing, I suppose when one of them tried reach inside my blouse to molest my hardened nipples. My boots had a couple of scuffs on them, as did my belt, but the rest seemed in amazingly good shape. I lifted the front of my skirt, and gently slid my panties down to my knees, and looked at them more carefully. The elastic was rather strained, and they would probably have to be thrown away when I got home, but the only real problem was the wetness in the crotch. I don't know if the guy had a control problem, or if I all the wetness there was my own lubrication, or a combination of both, but it looked like I was ready for a gang-bang. I pulled my panties back up, and reset my skirt, brushing it off, front and back, until I felt presentable. About then

She was asking if I was alright, and if I wanted to go home. But something in her expression told me something was up, and she was really asking for something else. So I shrugged, and told her I would be fine, and that there was no serious damage. I told her I could stay on, and go back to the photo booth. What she said next was surprising...

 (More in the next chapter- Merry Christmas!) 



Santa's Helper



In these difficult times, you take work where you can get it. I am not gifted with an extraordinary amount of skills so I could not be picky. Around Christmas time there is always temporary work available, some of it less than ideal. I thought about being a mall Santa and decided it would be perfect for me. I could make some decent extra money at night. I was not crazy about the holiday season but I was an excellent actor so I figured that it would not be a problem.

I started immediately and the work was not bad at all. I felt like I was servicing the community by providing entertainment for the kids. They always say that people are either depressed or very happy around the holidays. For me, it was always a time where I was very excited. I had many fond memories of Christmas and looked forward to it every year. My only complaint was that it seemed overly rushed and I did not have the time to adequately talk to everyone. There were simply not enough of Santa's helpers to take care of everything. I was told that we were short one person and they had just made a new hire. She would start tomorrow so I expected things to go much smoother tomorrow.

I arrived at work and was introduced to the new woman, her name was Donna. She was not the usual helper, she was actually very distracting. She was of average height with soft blond hair. She wore her Santa skirt very well; there was not a helper that wore this costume even half as well as her. Of course I had no problem taking a good long look right down the front of her shirt. I got a grand view of a very perky pair of tits. Her legs looked as smooth as a baby's bottom in her coffee stockings. I knew then and there, that I had to have this woman; I could barely stop myself from reaching under her skirt. I was fortunate enough to have her drop something right in front of me which gave me a prime view of her cleavage. I decided I had to introduce myself.

"Glad to see we have more help today."

"Oh yeah, thanks. I have never done this kind of work before."

"Nor have I, one thing I do know is we need your help. It was incredibly busy yesterday."

"Well, I hope I can help."

Her heels clicked on the floor, as she trotted off, I got a scenic view of her ripe, rear end. I wondered what it would be like to be taking her from behind. She disappeared into the winter wonderland that was Santa's village. Looking at all of the cottony snow brought me back to reality and the job at hand. The crowds would slowly be arriving and I knew I had to get my mind out of the gutter as quickly as possible. The hustle and bustle of the holidays had not time for these kinds of distractions. The crowd poured in and began the same way the prior night commenced.

We handled the night very well. It was very busy, but at the same time it was never so busy that we could not handle the throng. I knew that I could certainly use a drink and I was hoping that Ms. Donna could use on as well. She looked as stressed as I was so I figured why not?

"Wanna grab a drink, you look as beat as I am."

"Not sure...I need to make a few phone calls and I will get back to ya."

"Well, I am going next door, so if you wanna meet me there, just come on over."

I took a seat and kicked back with a tall Sam Adams. I really did not know what to expect, I was hoping Donna would make the trek over but not very confident that she would. I was thrilled to hear the click of heels behind me and immediately I knew that it was her. The whoosh of her stockings was also unmistakable. She pulled out the stool, sat down, and slide herself to the bar counter. Out of the corner of my eyes I saw her long legs cross over one another.

"Martini thanks."

"Glad to see you made it. Was not sure if you were up for it or not."

"Well, it has been a long day. I could use a little...stress relief."

The thought had occurred to me that a friendly drink may not be all she had in mind. I would just play it cool and keep the drinks coming and see where it goes from here. We made small talk for the next few hours and I gave what little advice that I could about her new job. At the same time I kept my eyes on Donna. I kept looking her up and down and the more I looked, the more I liked! She had a nice pair of peaches under that costume and perhaps, the cleanest, smoothest feet hiding in those heels. I think she also liked what she saw of me as she laughed with me and pulled and tugged on me as we bantered back and forth. I found out that she was a bit older than me but she sure as hell didn't look it. I wanted to stroke her silky blond hair but knew I had to resist the urge. It was almost midnight before I realized what time it was.

"I think we should get going, it's getting a bit late for me." I suggested.

"Awww, come on, don't be such a baby. Where were you planning on going?"

"I was gonna go home. What did you wanna do?"

"I dunno lets go for a walk, any stores still open?"

"No idea, I guess I can spare some time."

We left the bar and took our walk. It was very serene walking amongst the various Christmas displays. The soft white tones as well as the semi-chaotic blinking lights provided unusual entertainment. Even with whipping wind there were a few stragglers shopping every thought I had was focused on this blond bombshell. The alcohol had merely enhanced that notion in my head. We walked closer and closer to each other until finally she locked her arm within mine and we observed the various goings on. Then I noticed something very unusual near the store. I watched as the backdoor swung open. We went to investigate and hopefully shut the door. We went inside and looked for a phone to call the manager. I looked at the Santa display as we walked by, my thoughts on the fact that this was as quiet as it would be for a while. I got in touch with the manager and he told me to get the extra key and lock the door.

We stumbled into the back room looking for the key. It was not easy as that area of the store was the most poorly lit. We stayed close to each other as we looked for the door. Neither one of us was interested in taking a drunken tumble. We fumbled for the door knob and slowly crept through the narrow hallway and into the office. I reached for the light switch and flicked it and nothing happened.

"Great, how the hell are we gonna see now?" I barked in frustration.

"Wait...I see the TV remote. We can use the light from the TV to help us find the key."

"Fair enough, turn it on and let's get going."

Donna reached for the remote and the TV flicked turned on giving us more than enough light to see the room. It was curiously in black and white and we soon realized that it was one of the security cameras. We opened the drawers in the desk looking for any kinds of keys and they were soon discovered by Donna. I looked up and wondered if Donna saw what I saw.

"Damn, look at that."

"What do you...OH! You think this is his or stolen?"

"No idea, kinda pervy I think."

"Ummmm...yeah but kind of hot. Don't ya think?"

Truth be told, the moment I saw what was on the screen I was immediately turned on. The video in question was a compilation of couples in the heat of passion at various places in the mall. It would appear that my good boss has been collecting for quite some time as we watched couple after couple get 'lost in the moment'. Watching porn with her was getting me going, I kept glancing to her face and noticed her rubbing herself every once in a while. I wanted to stroke right here and now but I knew I would have to wait.

Donna walked over and pushed me into the large, leather office chair. Savagely, she unbuckled my pants and shucked my shorts down exposing my raw hard on for her on gratification. I lay back as she worked with the precision of a surgeon on my cock. Her hand cupped under my balls as her mouth vacuumed my shaft into her mouth. My bulbous tip was rolled in her moist mouth like kernels in a popcorn popper. When my shaft was not in her mouth, her hand stroked my saliva coated cylinder always bringing me to the point where I was ready to cum. I laid my head back and ran my fingers through her silky blond hair as she groped my cock and massaged it with her tongue. Her mouth made an 'O' shape and ran the length of my shaft while her hand followed on the underside. The feeling was so exquisite I just couldn't stop from shooting my hot load. Her hand gripped my totem pole and pumped and stroked until ever drop of my seed was dispensed.

"Now let's give that boss of ours something to really watch! Follow me."

"What are you talkin' about?" I asked her with a bewildered look on my face.

"Just follow me."

I followed her as we went to the Santa's village display in the middle of the store. I had a good idea of what she was up to and the thought was almost more than I could tolerate. She unzipped her skirt and kicked it aside, calling me over to her. The temptress stood in the middle of the floor draped in silk. Coffee colored cream stockings, a white semi sheer panty and bra set was all that separated her from being completely exposed. I walked over and threw my arms around her waist and nibbled on her ear while I pulled her body close to mine. My mouth moved down her neck and my nose slowly nudged her straps off. I watched the lacy cups tumble to the floor and felt the warmth of her nude breasts against my chest.

"This doesn't seem a little strange to you? I am Santa after all?"

"Santa needs nookie as much as he needs those cookies." She quipped back at me.

My hands moved across her ass pulling her lower body to my own. My cock was limp at the moment but I knew it would not take much for it to become reinvigorated. We quickly found ourselves on the floor as I turned her around so I could return her oral treat she had given me. I slurped above her lips giving her a preview as to what was to come. I groped at her lips like a fish going for water. I wanted to tease and tease until she begged for it. Like a trickle from a broken sink, her juices began to flow. That is when I decided that it was time for my mouth to plunder her hidden treasures. My tongue wormed its way around her very swollen clit and I felt her legs clench my head.

"God damn Santa, I want that cock now!"

I couldn't help but laugh at that thought. Here I am still half dressed as Santa, nailing one of my helpers. I can only imagine what the boss was going to think. He would have plenty to watch on this video for sure! It was exciting to know that he would most definitely be seeing this hot display.

Donna bent over and pleaded with me to take her from behind. I looked at her half-moons from behind and got a firm grip on one of them. My shaft was once again an erect thick tower as I prodded her moist lips with my crown. Her entrance was just about ready to swallow me but I continued to tease her stroking her slit as my shaft merely made surface runs on her entrance. I gripped her ass cheeks and finally plunged myself into her moist slit.

"MMMPPPHHH...Very nice, let's make sure we give...a good show!"

I squeezed her cheeks as I pushed her back on forth on my prick as it hooked up into her kitty. I looked down watching myself appear and re-appear between her legs. It was kind of funny seeing the cotton snow underneath us. It was very itchy but well worth it for the effect. I spanked her ass as my balls began their own slapping against her tight ass. I let go of her ass and stood up so I could go froggy style on her. I always loved to go full speed in that position. I hovered over her and pounded her mound enough to get a good sample of her cream.

"Oh Fuckkkk....I'm Cummmmminnnn!"

I first felt her girl juice on my head; it pressured my crown and almost popped it out. My hands reached underneath her and squeezed her tits for leverage. I quickened my pace to hear more of her moans as I drenched my rod in her juices. We both grunted and groaned as much as possible to tease the boss. As I ground her from behind I rotated my hips, hitting every inch of her secret crevice. Her head dropped and went straight to the floor as she pleaded for me to go faster and faster. Her words of encouragement allowed me to summon what was left of my stamina. Even in this winter wonderland our sweat streamed down our bodies, the janitors may have a messy clean up on this one, I thought. As she came for the second time, I simply lost it. I shut my eyes, looked straight up and let my seed go. My hips, almost as if under their own power, kept pumping her honey hole with my juice. Her pussy contracted and made slurping sounds as I involuntarily had spasm after spasm of cum fill her.

"Hmmmm, you think he will let us watch that?" Donna asked.

"Well, it is Christmas and might make a wonderful gift!"