On Santa's Knee
mc; Mg; Mdom; mast; anal; oral
Neil Merritt scowled as he approached the “Santa’s Castle” at the Westboro Mall. Not because he was a Scrooge that hated Christmas or Santa. No, he enjoyed the Christmas season, especially the cute outfits little girls always liked to wear this time of year and the “Sugarplum” performances at the mall featuring little girls dancing and singing sexily. No, he was scowling because he was envious—he would love to be a “Mall Santa.” He was the right age and general build; with a fake white beard and red suit, he could make a good Santa. But he didn’t have the nerve. He was afraid if he sat all day with children squirming on his lap, he would lose control and end up in jail.
When he was at home, he fantasized about it frequently this time of year. Where most people enjoyed “Miracle on 34th Street” as an iconic Christmas movie, he jerked off to it, imagining little Natalie Wood and that little Danish girl and the nasty things he’d have them do.
It was early in the morning, before the mall stores opened, and he was a “mall walker.” It was the week before Thanksgiving and workers were in the process of assembling Santa’s Castle. A sign in front of it announced that Santa would begin receiving guests the next day, the Wednesday before Thanksgiving.
As he continued past the site, he allowed himself a private fantasy of sitting in Santa’s chair, with a cute little bright-eyed four-year-old girl sitting on his lap. As she described the dollhouse she wanted for Christmas, his hand went under her cute red dress. He looked out at her mother, who was waiting behind the rope. She smiled at him, oblivious to what he was doing…
As he felt himself getting hard, he cleared his mind and sped up his pace. He’d wait until he got home, where he had a stash of pictures on his computer. Maybe it was time to bring out the well-worn DVD of “Miracle”…
As he continued walking, he realized he had turned down a side passage. He looked back down the corridor and realized he was alone in the passage. He guessed that the passage looped around, and if he continued, it would meet back with the main concourse in short order. He continued on, trying not to think about little girls or Santa any more.
When he turned a corner, he was surprised to see a man standing in the passage ahead of him. He didn’t look dangerous, but it was still a surprise. The man looked about his age, perhaps older, heavy set, with white hair and beard. He wore a dark burgundy suit with a shirt and tie; he had a hat on his head and had a walking cane in his hand. He was smiling, and Neil couldn’t help thinking with his reddish cheeks, he looked like Saint Nick.
“Excuse me, Neil? Neil Merritt?” On hearing his name, Neil looked at the man suspiciously.
“Do I know you?” Neil said, as he stopped a few feet from the man. “How do you know my name?
The man simply chuckled. “So, you are Neil Merritt. No, we haven’t met before. I know a lot of people, though my specialty is children.”
“Don’t tell me, you’re Santa Claus. Am I on the Naughty or Nice list?” Neil said, laughing nervously.
“Actually I am, although I prefer to be called Nick.” He looked at Neil with a strange smile. “Oh, I don’t maintain that “Naughty and Nice” thing for adults. They’re all pretty much Naughty. Although most aren’t as Naughty as you.”
“Me? I don’t—” Neil sputtered.
“Don’t worry. That’s precisely why I’m here: to give you a special Christmas present,” the jolly man said. “I don’t like to let this out to the general public, but I happen to like kids a lot too. If parents found out what I did to their kids when they were in their beds with visions of sugar plums dancing in their heads, they’d probably start closing off their chimneys.”
Neil didn’t know how to respond to this revelation.
“Which leads me to why I sought you out. I’ve seen you walk past ‘Santa’s Castle’ here at the mall the past several years, and I know all about the nasty fantasies you have about being—well, being me. This year, I’m giving you a present—you’ll be the mall Santa—.”
“And ten minutes later, I’ll be arrested,” Neil interrupted.
“Uh-uh. You forget, I’m Santa Claus. While you’re sitting in the seat, pretending to be me, you’ll find that you can do pretty much whatever you want to the little girls that come to see—well, you know who—and their parents, any adults, bystanders, whoever else, won’t notice anything. That’s my present.”
Neil looked at him skeptically. “So all I have to do it get a job as you, sit there, and wait for little girls to sit in my lap, and I can have all the fun with them I want to?”
“Exactly. I think if you head back to the Castle, you’ll find that they are hiring now. Have fun.”
Neil turned around, looking back down the hallway he had come down. When he turned back around, the man was gone. He was by himself.
He doubled back, and sure enough, when he got to Santa’s Castle, there was a mall employee standing next to a sign that said, “Now Hiring Jolly Old Elves.” He shrugged his shoulders and walked up to the guy. He filled out an application, answered a few questions, and went home to wait for the phone. Late that afternoon, he got a call from the mall, telling him to be at the mall at 9:30 the next morning to be their Mall Santa.
His first child of the day was Akeisha, a cute little African-American girl, about five years old. Her black hair was in cornrows and she had big brown eyes. She wore a green sweater and matching pants. As the helper elf showed her to where he sat, he could see a fat woman, obviously her mother, watching and smiling. As she came toward him, he realized a big problem with this whole scenario. Assuming that he would not get thrown in jail for touching her, he couldn’t very well get much of a feel while she was wearing those pants, and how was he going to get them off of her while she was sitting on his lap?
As she sat down in his lap, the solution became clear, and he renewed his faith in Santa’s magic: As she climbed into his lap, her pants simply slipped down and she stepped out of them. When she was in his lap, she was wearing her sweater and panties. He looked up at the people on the other side of the rope. Her chubby mother and the others gave no indication that they saw anything wrong.
As he greeted her and asked her if she had been a good little girl, he slowly moved his hand up her thighs to rest just below her panty crotch. When nothing happened, and she merely began telling him about how she had helped her mother with her little brother, he moved his hand over her white cotton panties and cupped her crotch. He continued talking to her, while he began rubbing her crotch. He glanced down, and noticed that somehow, her panties had slid down one leg, leaving her hairless cunt exposed to his hand.
Continuing to talk to her, he stroked her slit, then tentatively pushed a finger into her pussy. She squirmed a little, but didn’t object. She was describing each present on her list in detail. He pushed his finger in until he felt resistance. Not wanting to take any chances, he didn’t force his finger in, instead moving back and pushing his finger into her tight little ass. For the first time, she reacted to his actions, as she hesitated in her description of a doll she wanted. She frowned a little, as if something was bothering her, but she didn’t know what. He continued pushing his finger in and out of her tight little ass.
Akeisha continued her babbling but seemed a little hesitant as he continued. Getting a nod from one of his helper elves that her time was up, he withdrew his finger and wiped it on her sweater. As he did so, he noticed that her panties and pants had reappeared in place. She kissed him on the cheek, then returned to her mother.
The next girl that he wanted to try something with was an eight-year-old blonde with bright blue eyes and pigtails. She wore a green top and plaid skirt with knee socks. She climbed into his lap, and he started with his standard, “Have you been a good girl?”
As she answered, he leaned over and began kissing her neck and ear lobe. When she turned to face him, he put his mouth over hers, thrusting his tongue into her mouth. She didn’t seem bothered by this at all and thrust her tongue into his mouth and French-kissed him like an over-sexed teenager in the last row of a movie theater. He reached under her top, feeling an undershirt in the way before it somehow moved to her lap. He broke the kiss, asking her what she wanted for Christmas.
The little girl, whose name was Brandi, began describing how much she wanted an iPad. He rubbed her chest and pinched her nipples lightly. He could feel the nipples get hard and stand out. Her top joined her undershirt in her lap, leaving her pointy dark red nipples on display. He leaned down and began kissing and sucking on them.
As he continued sucking on her nipples, Brandi closed her eyes and gave up trying to talk. She shuddered, giving every indication of having her first orgasm. He reached under her skirt and confirmed that her panties were wet. Once again, when he finished and wished her a “Merry Christmas,” her clothes were back on her, and she returned to her parents as if nothing unusual had happened.
Just before lunch time, Neil was feeling the effects of blue balls. He had groped, fingered, kissed and sucked on various little girls, but he had done nothing about his erection. A very cute little Hispanic girl named Lupe came up to sit in his lap. She was about six, with short black hair and big brown eyes. As she climbed into his lap, her dress, socks, shoes, and panties were left behind on the floor of the “Castle.” This never failed to amaze him, especially when he looked over where the parents waited, and saw little Lupe’s mother, a chubby Hispanic woman wearing too-tight stretch pants, smiling and waving at her (now) naked little girl.
One thing that was different this time was that when Lupe settled into his lap, his erection was not poking through his red pants. It was poking up, bare, wrinkled, and hard as a rock, through the fly of his boxers and red Santa pants. Except that when he put on his red Santa pants, they didn’t have a fly—they were similar to sweatpants, with an elastic waistband and a draw string. But now, his cock was nestling between his legs, in full view of Lupe, if not everyone else.
Before he could ask her his opening question, Lupe looked down at his cock. “Oh, Santa! Is that a candy cane for me?” she said, looking at it eagerly. “Can I lick it? I like candy canes!”
She batted her brown eyes cutely at him and smiled broadly. He said, “This candy cane is only for really good little girls, have you been a good little girl?”
“Oh, yes, Santa! I’ve been very good! Can I please lick your candy cane?”
“Okay, but it is a very special candy cane, very delicate. You can’t bite down on it, just lick it and suck it,” he said, taking precautions. “And if you suck on it long enough, it’ll squirt a surprise creamy treat!”
“Oh, boy,” Lupe squealed, taking the “candy cane” in her hands and licking it sloppily. It lurched in her hands, as his cock stiffened even more. She licked it thoroughly, seemingly enjoying the taste. Once he was as hard as possible, she began sucking it. She couldn’t get very much more than the tip in her mouth, but with her hands stroking up and down, that was enough.
He reached over and rubbed her tight little brown ass. As he put a finger between her cheeks, she ignored him, too intent on sucking her “candy cane.” He lightly fingered her ass, as he tried to restrain himself as long as possible, enjoying her mouth on his cock. The stimulation of a six-year-old sucking his cock was too much, however.
“All right, little Lupe, it’s time for Santa’s special surprise creamy treat!” he said as he came. Lupe tried to suck all the cream down but it ended up all over her face and down her chin.
Lupe seemed to think the “cream” was delicious, and licked it off his cock and scooped it up with her fingers, but when she left, her cheeks and chin glistened. As she waved goodbye to him, her mother took her hand and lead her away, oblivious to his cum on her daughter’s face.
Susie wanted a pony—she declared this loudly as she sat on Santa’s lap wearing a pink top blazoned with the word “Princess” across the front. Her jeans and panties, as expected, had fallen to the floor on her way over. She had long curly red hair and green eyes, and spoke with a lisp, helped by a missing front tooth, all of seven years old. He had been groping her shamelessly when she made this declaration.
“A pony is a big responsibility, Susie” He said, as he lightly fingered her cunt. “You have to feed it and brush it, and most of all, you have to ride it. It’s very important that you ride it properly, or the pony might get hurt, did you know that?
As he said this, he felt his trousers loosening and his cock popping out next to Susie’s ass. God, he loved Santa magic!
“Yeth, I’ll take good care of my pony. And I’ll name him Alithtair,” she said whistling slightly through the gap in her teeth.
“Well, before I get you a pony, I’ll have to make sure you know how to ride him properly. You can demonstrate the proper way to ride a pony by riding me.” As he said this, he lifted Susie up and centered her little ass over his erection.
“’Kay, Thanta,” Susie replied, then grunted a little as he lowered her down a little to let the tip of his cock penetrate her ass. He wasn’t huge, so he figured she was safe getting penetrated up her ass.
He thrust in a little deeper, his cock getting harder as it was surrounded by her tight, virgin ass. He lifted her up, almost off his cockhead, encouraging her to ‘ride’ him like she was in a saddle on a pony. She took the hint and began moving up and down in his lap, groaning slightly as she slid down on his cock.
“Giddy-yap, Alithtair! Giddy-yap!” she said, between groans. “Thee, Thanta, I can ride a pony! Can I have one for Chrithmath?”
He didn’t answer, his mind was completely blown by the feeling of her tight ass around his cock. Finally, he came, shooting what felt like a gallon of cum up her poopchute. He leaned over, putting an arm on the armrest of his chair.
“Susie, you definitely know how to ride. I’m sure you will get your pony,” he said, breathing heavily. Susie lifted herself off his cock, grimacing at the pain. Her gaping ass was dripping thick pink ooze.
“Thanta, what’s that?” Susie asked, indicating the thick cum mixed with a little blood that was dripping down her legs.
“Don’t worry, dear, that’s—uh, uh—saddle soap. If you rub it into your ass, it’ll keep your pony’s saddle clean and soft. Okay?” he said, thinking fast. Luckily, seven-year-old girls tend to believe what they’re told, so she didn’t see anything wrong with this. She stepped off his lap and gingerly rubbed his cum into her ass. As she walked away, suddenly fully clothed, she walked a little bow-legged. He had to wonder if there was any chance that she would actually get a pony.
For the next few weeks, Neil had fun with dozens of little girls who came to sit in Santa’s lap. There were the five-year-old twins, who insisted on both sitting on his lap, until he convinced them that they would get a special treat if they ate each other’s pussies. There was dark-haired Olivia, who came to see him just after school, still wearing her Catholic School uniform. When he began to grope her ass and finger her pussy, she admitted that it felt just like Father Tim, her third-grade Art teacher, who liked to keep her after class so he could give her special lessons.
By Christmas Eve, he was exhausted. He was glad he had spent so much time walking the mall, keeping in shape, or he never would have made it. Christmas Eve at the mall was chaotic, and there was a constant line of kids waiting to sit on his lap. He groped his last little ass, belonging to a cute little oriental five-year-old, at 7:00, as the mall was closing. He held her legs apart and spent several minutes licking her tiny little hairless slit while she obliviously described what she wanted him to bring her that night. As cute as she was, and sweet as her pussy was, he certainly hoped she got everything she asked for.
Neil headed out of the mall through the darkened, empty hallways, greeting a few salespeople he had gotten to know, on his way out. He drove home, too tired to pick up food. He just wanted to go to bed. In the darkness of his bedroom, a noise suddenly woke him in the middle of the night. He put on his glasses and looked at the clock. It was just past midnight. He heard a noise downstairs, so he got up to investigate.
As he came downstairs, he could see that the lights on the little tabletop Christmas tree that sat on the lamp table by the window were on. He looked around, to see what had made the noise, when he saw the figure by the fireplace. Red cheeks, white beard, red and white suit with black belt and boots, he was smiling broadly at Neil.
“Santa—err, I guess I should call you Nick,” Neil said, smiling back. “What are you doing here? Surely, I don’t deserve another present. I can’t imagine anything you could give me that would be better than what you already gave me.”
The jolly man chuckled. “No nothing like that. The last house I visited left me some extra good cookies, and I thought you might want some.” He held out a plate of chocolate chip cookies, that were, just as he said, extra good.
“You have no idea how tired I get of cookies and milk,” he said. “Just once, I’d like to see some kid leave me a bottle of whiskey and a joint.”
“Do you need to rush off or do you want to sit down?” Neil said, indicating an armchair by the fireplace.
“I can stay a few minutes,” Santa said, making himself comfortable. “Besides, I wanted to see how you’ve enjoyed yourself. You realize, there were a lot more girls on my naughty list this year because of you.” There was a twinkle in his eye as he said this.
Neil laughed at his remark. “Believe me, they were definitely nice, not naughty. You have no idea. This was the greatest time of my life.”
“Don’t worry—that kind of naughty won’t get those girls coal in their stockings. As a matter of fact, some of them will get some very special presents. And don’t worry, after she demonstrated for me that she knew how to ride a pony, Susie’s getting her pony.”
“Good, she earned it, although I hope she doesn’t try to ride the pony like she rode me. Do her parents know?”
“Ah, fuck’em. I just get the pony. They can figure out the details like stables and shit.” They both laughed at this.
After a few minutes, Santa stood up and headed for the fireplace. “I better get going. I only have the one night, and there’s lots of little kids depending on me.”
Neil stood and shook his hand. “Merry Christmas, Nick. And thanks for your present. I don’t know anything that could be better.”
The jolly old man laughed. “I don’t know. Wait until you meet the Easter Bunny.” And with that he smiled impishly, laid his finger aside of his nose, gave a nod, and up the chimney he rose. Neil could only stare in wonder after him, wondering if he was kidding.
