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works/582990.
  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Glee
  Character:
      Brittany_S._Pierce, Santa_Claus
  Additional Tags:
      Fingering, In_Public, Dubious_Consent
  Stats:
      Published: 2012-12-04 Words: 825
****** No Christmas Wrapping ******
by rggellar
Summary
     Britt's in a hurry to see Santa before Cheerio practice, so she
     forgets to put on underwear. Santa notices...
Considering all her athletic grace, Brittany had a bad habit of sitting down
wrong. She'd trap her skirt on the glee club chairs, or accidentally catch Lord
Tubbington's tail, but the worst was when she sat down on Santa's lap. She
hadn't seen his hand, and accidentally sat on it, trapping his gloved fingers
underneath. She could feel them pressing against her naked flesh, moving
slightly to reposition themselves. It must happen all the time, she thought. It
was only as he traced the line of her ass that she remembered that she hadn't
worn any panties today. It was an accident - she'd been in such a hurry that
she didn't have time. She didn't want to be late for Santa, and she had cheer
practice soon... It seemed like Santa had figured that out too.
"What would you like for Christmas?" He asked her, moving his hand further
forward. The fluffy white gloves felt strange as they traced the very bottom of
her pussy, sliding gently in between the folds. She gasped slightly but kept it
quiet, trying not to focus on the hand moving between her legs.
"C'mon, tell Santa what you want."
"I want..." She spoke breathily as the hand moved further along her vagina. A
single, padded finger now lay across the length of it, the tip gently touching
her clit. Britt sighed and continued. "I want a pony."
Santa began to move his finger - his middle one, she had worked out, and
Brittany found herself spreading her legs involuntary. She arched her back
slightly, putting less weight on Santa's hand and giving more access. She
looked out at the crowd amassed in Santa's village. No one suspected a thing,
her skirt was covering everything, and Santa's face was betraying nothing. As
the crowd of people in front of her kept waiting, kept looking at her as if to
say hurry up, Santa laughed.
"So, you want something to ride, young lady?" He asked, and Brittany felt her
wet folds seperate as his finger finally slipped inside. The feeling was
strange - it was the gloves she wasn't used to. They were warm and thick, and
the slowly pushes that Santa made inside her were intense as the hairs and
fibres found their way into every ridge and groove of her pussy.
"Yes, Santa..." She said, trying not to let her face betray what was happening.
His finger was moving faster, and she felt like her hair was standing on end.
It was electifying. Brittany kept fighting the urge to move her hips - it
wouldn't look like she was just shifting in his lap. There was a middle aged
woman just staring at her, glaring. She'd been waiting for an hour - so had
Brittany - and was next. Britt knew she wanted her to hurry up, but the blonde
didn't want it to end...
"Is that all?"
"I want..." Brittany supressed another groan and tried to come up with
something. Her mind was strangely blank. "Two. I want two ponies."
"Two?" Santa asked, getting the hint. A second finger began to sop up the
moisture accumulating at the base of her pussy, before sliding in alongside the
second one. Brittany couldn't help but gasp this time, but she tried to hide
it.
"I...! I would like two ponies and a motorbike!" She said, suddenly loud. The
crowd paid a little more attention to her - it was the last thing she wanted.
Santa's two fingers were going faster and faster and all Brittany could think
about was the crowd of parents and children in front of her. She felt like she
was performing, for their amusement, and gave up all pretense. She began to
grind onto Santa's hand - slowly, surely, as if she was adjusting in her seat,
pushing him deeper inside her. His fingers were hitting just the right place,
and the change of position let him get his third finger onto her clit. As he
fingerfucked her insides, his ring finger began to match their movements,
batting at her clit quickly, making her moans even more breathy.
"I want... a house! A barbie! Legs for Artie! Mercedes' cloning machine!" Her
words were increasingly strange and nonsensical as she tried to say anything -
anything to keep him fucking her...
She finally just shouted some nonsense words as she squirted clear cum all over
his lap. She was panting, and he was still smiling, and after she recovered her
composure, she stood, not looking down. She didn't really want to see the mess
she'd made, and Santa's grinning face was more than eough for her to know that
he'd enjoyed it.
An elf offered her a towel as another crossed to the front of Santa's village.
"Santa needs a break, folks. Ten minutes. Sorry for the wait."
The woman with her child looked angry. Brittany was just soaking in the feeling
of fake snow beneath her feet as her cum dripped down her leg.
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