Santa Claus is Cumming Part 1
Disclaimer: This story is a work of pure naughty fiction. Any similarities to any person living, dead, undead, fictional, et. al is purely coincidental.
This is my first story. Critiques are welcome.
We all need a little extra money this holiday season. So for some extra cash, I became a mall Santa. Took the course, rented my costume, ho ho ho I'm ready to go. All I have to do is sit for a few hours, have some cuties sit on my lap, listen to their wish lists and smile for the camera. Simple enough. Plus I can cop a few feels every now and then. Yes this job is great. Sure you have the occasional screamers, and the threat of debearding, but the pay is decent enough. However, I didn't realize I'd hit the jackpot this year.
The day was going as usual. I got requests for ponies and dolls and video games way too mature for the asker. Then Cindy came and sat on my lap. I knew her name because she's my neighbor. Her mother works odd hours so we rarely talk. I've never seen her dad.
Cindy was wearing a cute puffy pink coat, unzippered. Underneath is a white tee with a Christmas tree on it. The shirt is tight enough that I can see her budding breasts perfectly outlined underneath it. Her black fleece pants feel perfect on my knee. Her short black hair is ruffled and her brown eyes look almost sad.
As my helper "elf" readies the camera, I ask Cindy what she wants for Christmas. She tells me she doesn't want toys, she just doesn't want to be alone for Christmas. Well this is one wish Santa can grant. I whisper in her ear, Santa will try to help. Look for me on Christmas eve. Her face lit up just in time for the picture. She slid off my lap and went on her merry way. My day continued as I thought to myself, "9 more days 'til Christmas."
My time as Santa ended for the day. I waved at all the little ones as I made my way back to undress. Sherry, who played my helper elf, packed up the camera, supplies and money, then joined me in the back. I loved how the elf costume looked on her. Almost too tight for her young buxom coed body. As I started taking off my jacket and "Santa" beard, she thanked me for another smooth day. She can't believe how calm I can remain, as some of the customers (as she likes to call them), alternate between hyper, scared, and just plain bratty. I tell her I've volunteered at other places to be Santa, and that I had great patience and even greater stamina (spoken with a wink at the end). Sherry caught the wink and blushed. She turned away as I pulled off my undershirt. However, I spotted her sneaking peeks as she went to her side of our improvised changing room (really just the storage room at the mall). I heard the sounds of her elf shirt being removed. Teasingly, I asked her if she'd been naughty or nice this year. With a laugh, she said she'd been really good this year, but it's hard. She's afraid she'll end up being naughty before Christmas. I told her I had it on good authority that Santa would forgive her if she was a little bit naughty. I stepped closer to the clothing rack serving as our "partition".
"Really?" she replied. "What if I'm really naughty?" As she spoke, she pulled the clothes away to either side, revealing her taut breasts.
"I don't think you're being naughty at all. In fact I think Santa's gonna think you're real nice."
I cup her breasts in my hands, thumbs circling her areolas, her nipples quickly rising in her excitement. I lower one hand down her thigh, feeling her muscles quiver as we begin to kiss. Her hands run over my chest, then around and down my back. I feel myself stiffen and move my hand from her thigh to feel the wetness starting from her pussy. Not wanting her to ruin her rented suit, I quickly slide her pants down, followed by her panties. She kicks them off and begins to unbuckle my belt. My pants now off, I softly lower her to the floor. I start to take off my Santa hat, but she insists I leave it on (who am I to argue?)
Her pussy is already wet and my cock begins to slide in easily. It meets no resistance and I push in further. My mouth nibbles on her neck, then her breasts. As I thrust in her, soft moans escape her mouth. Too soon, I feel her pussy tighten, her back arches, and she cums. I continue pumping in her, her recent orgasm heightening her sensations as I continue my own release. As I feel myself getting ever closer to orgasm, her legs wrap around me. Not needing any more cues, I remain insider her pussy. I thurst faster and deeper, then in a rush I feel myself cumming. Emptying my cock inside her.
"Ho ho ho," I say to Sherry. She just smiles and laughs.
Still, 9 more days 'til Christmas.
Well there's my first story. Should I continue? I'm not sure if I prefer the past or present tense in my writing. I tend to alternate between the two. Any comments are appreciated, thanks!
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