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Subject: SANTA"S CUMMING part 1/4 by Holly
From: kansica@aol.com (Kansica)
Date: 1996/12/23
Message-Id: <19961223065100.BAA08058@ladder01.news.aol.com>
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Public Sex 10a
Santa Claus is cumming...
PLEASE READ: I believe that the intricacies of life are what make sex
stories erotic. I could have easily written one part with nothing but
sex. However, that would not be a story...and
everything would be the same. IF YOU ARE NOT INTERESTED IN READING
STORIES DO NOT CONTINUE BECAUSE YOU WILL BE DISAPPOINTED. But if you read
this and the subsequent parts (I intend on never having a part much longer
than 15k) you will have a complete story that will hopefully arouse as
well as entertain the reader.
I would like to say that this story is true.......but only in my
fantasies.
Part 1
I have been working retail ever since graduating from college six years
ago. I was so excited to receive a business degree until I realized my
future was managing a national women's clothing chain.
At 28 years old I needed something new in my life. My mother was on me
about getting married and settling down. How could I get married when I
didn't even have enough time meaningless one night sex. Mom was so
worried I would become an old maid.
Working in a store that deals strictly with women doesn't leave any hope
for bumping into Mr. Right either. The problem is that I am making too
much money to change jobs now.
One after-work drinking session at the mall bar with a co-worker convinced
me to take my lunch breaks and walk through the mall. Maybe then I could
meet some of the men that worked at the many shops. It wasn't as if I was
unattractive. I am 5-9, weigh 117# and my natural blonde hair falls to my
waist. I have been complimented on my deep blue eyes, long seductive
legs, and my modest yet firm 32B breasts.
I live in a small town and not much happens at our mall. We are only 60
miles from the city and most people drive there to shop. The only
exception is Christmas time.
For some reason after Halloween, everyone gets this feeling of Shopping
their Hometown, and the mall becomes a fury of activity.
This year was no exception. The traditionally empty food court was a
bustle of business. It starts out slow but by Thanksgiving it is a
madhouse.
The weekend before Thanksgiving arrives with the appearance of Santa
Claus. Of course with Santa Claus comes an unending supply of children.
Loud, wild, uncontrollable children. The mall usually picked a mall
employee to play Santa Claus each year.
I continued my walks through the mall at lunch with little success in
meeting anyone interesting. But all of that changed the first week of
December.
I had worked the closing shift with my assistant manager. Usually I would
take a break around 4 PM, but due to our understaffed store and heavy
holiday volume, I wasn't able to eat until 8 PM. I knew we would have a
busy night after we closed. The racks were virtually empty and needed
restocked not to mention the never ending supply of paperwork that plagues
each manager.
Anyway, I was walking to the food court area to grab a quick dinner when I
saw the Santa area. No one was in line as most of the weekend shoppers
were readying for their departure.
I thought how funny it would be to get a picture of me on Santa's lap for
my mother. I approached the entry to Lollipop Lane and was met by a
disgruntled female employee who was charged with taking the pictures. Her
name was Tina and I had seen her around the mall. She worked for the
management group that owned the property. I heard she had pissed the
owner off and was demoted from Sales to Christmas duty. I knew she just
wanted to close down and leave for the night but I wanted a picture.
Santa was much happier to see me than his helper. "Come here little girl,
Tell Santa what you want for Christmas."
I slowly walked up to the man masquerading as the Jolly One and gingerly
sat on his knee. "I thought I would get a picture for my mom.", I
explained.
"You don't believe in Santa?", he asked rather disappointed.
"Of course I do!", I played along with the game.
"So what do you want Santa to bring you?"
"Well mom thinks I need a man.", I teased, "Could you bring me a gorgeous
specimen of a man?"
I thought I was imagining it at first, but then I felt it again; his hand
on the top of my thigh. I had forgotten I had worn such a short skirt. I
often wore them but sitting in the position I was on Santa's lap was not
the most ladylike.
"Look into the camera, sweetie." Santa ordered. A flash came from the
camera and Santa returned to his line of questioning. "Have you been
naughty or nice?"
I don't know what came over me but I answered, "I've been very naughty
Santa." I could feel his other hand rubbing my back as his arm was
wrapped around me.
The hand on my thigh had inched its way up a little further. Then came
another flash from the camera.
"What are you doing?", I said in a startled voice. I had not planned on
such a horny Santa. Hell I hadn't planned on anything like this. I had
been a virgin when I arrived at college. A few (4) flings later and I
found myself celibate again. I had not had any sexual contact in over 4
years!
"Tell Santa what naughty things you have done." he insisted.
I was unsure if I should continue this charade. There wasn't anyone
around except the elf (Tina) taking pictures but it was in the middle of
the mall and surely he was just seeking a cheap thrill after dealing with
kids all day.
"I've been REAL naughty!", I said.
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN?", Santa was growing impatient. His hand was now well
hidden under my skirt, massaging my inner thigh.
"I've been very slutty.", I whispered, not wanting Tina to hear what I was
saying.
"Specifics, my dear, be specific so I know what to bring you for
Christmas." I could now feel the material of Santa's thick pants against
my leg as a bulge formed in his crotch.
"I play with my..." could I say it? "My..."
"Your pussy?", Santa finished.
"Yeah."
"Say it.", he demanded.
"My pussy...I play with my pussy." Why was I saying this? This was so
unlike me...I didn't even know who this guy was.
"Is your pussy wet?", Santa asked as another twitch came from beneath the
crotch of his pants.
"I am very wet Santa."
"Show ME!", he insisted.
"Okay, that's it! This was fun but..." I hesitated.
"But what?"
"People will see me and besides I don't even know you.", was my answer.
"You know me...I am Santa Claus." As he said this I felt his fingers
rubbing against the front of my panties. I turned red with embarrassment
as I knew he could feel the wetness seeping from my loins.
"MY MY...You have quite a dilemma here don't you?" Then he continued,
"You have to be really naughty for Santa. What else have you done that is
slutty?"
I was scared now. But not scared enough. Santa rubbed a finger across my
clitoris causing my pussy to soak my panties completely. A slight moan
escaped and I heard Tina giggling.
I had forgotten to answer St. Nick so he pressed on, "Do you like to suck
on dicks?"
"Only the big ones.", I teased. The sudden jerk in his pants showed his
approval of my answer. It also showed he possessed one of those big
cocks.
"Do you swallow their cum?"
"All but the last bit.", I answered in a seductive voice, "I let that run
down my chin for the man's enjoyment."
Then Santa leaned in and whispered to me, "I really want you." As he said
this his finger again set off a moan by rubbing my clit.
"I'm sorry. I have to get back to work.", I explained. I then looked
around and seeing no one around I planted a long kiss which Santa quickly
greeted with his tongue. There was another flash! That bitch Tina was
taking pictures.
"Meet me when you are finished.", Santa pleaded.
"Where at?" I couldn't believe I was thinking of this.
"Back here at the North Pole. Everyone will be gone."
"What will we do?", I asked naively.
"I will grant you your Christmas wish. My finger says you need it."
I blushed and agreed to meet him at 10 PM. I knew I was crazy and I
figured that when I had time to cool down I would find a way out of it.
As I stood to leave I inadvertently placed my hand on the bulge in Santa's
pants. I couldn't believe how thick he was.
It was a long walk back to my shop as I felt every man looking at me. I
knew it was my imagination but the wetness in my panties made me feel so
trashy.
When I arrived back, Sally (my assistant) asked if I was allright. "You
are so flushed!"
I told her I wasn't feeling very well and thought I would go into the
stock room and rest a while. She said it was slow and I should go home.
There was no way I was going to do that.
"No I just need a few minutes.", I said.
I walked into the backroom where we had a cot for that very purpose. As I
was laying there I could not get the entire Santa scene out of my mind. I
was getting even more horny as I rested.
Then a thought crossed my mind. I hadn't thought of this since college.
Okay I'm lying...I have thought about it since but had not actually gone
as far as to do it.
I removed my panties and reached under my skirt. My finger quickly
finding the wet area Santa had been massaging only moments ago.
I had never been very sexual and could not remember feeling as horny as I
was at that time. I massaged my thighs gently with the tips of my
fingers. Paying special attention to the tiny nub which brought me so much
excitement.
Shortly after, I spread my labia, moistening my fingers on the dew I
emitted. Then gently inserting first one, then a second finger into my
warm, tight cunt.
I closed my eyes and began fantasizing about making love to Santa Claus.
His elves standing around watching as he mercilessly kneels behind me
thrusting his giant cock into my long neglected pussy. I am screaming as
orgasm after orgasm crash through my body.
Just before Santa reaches his conclusion, he emits a grunt pulls his cock
from my quivering cunt in time to shoot the loads of his seed onto my
back. I collapse in exhaustion as the elves surround my naked body and
clean the Jolly Man's Juice from my back and ass.
The elves begin caressing my body and I am thrust back from this fantasy
as an orgasm races through me. The first in many, many years. I could
not control the moans but before reaching the full impact of my orgasm I
was startled back to reality by a voice calling my name.
"Jenny....Jenny your mother is on ...."
I hadn't time to cover my body. And from the position of the cot, I knew
Sally had seen my spread legs and my hand work. She had to have seen my
panties bunched at the foot of the cot.
"I'm sorry", she began, "I just...I'll...take a message."
The embarrassment could have killed me. How could I continue to work with
Sally now that she had caught me masturbating?
I had to try to explain. But what would I say? I tried to apologize but
Sally didn't want to talk about it. This surprised me because Sally was a
talker.
She loved to talk about her sexual exploits. She was a bit of a floozy
which amused me because she wasn't that attractive. She was quite a bit
overweight but seemed to get laid at least once a week.
But now she didn't want to talk about it.
I figured I had better just get my work done and go home. Put an end to
this embarrassing night.
Unfortunately, I was still very frustrated from my endeavors this evening
and I could not concentrate on the books. I was so horny and could not
get the vision of Santa's hand placed under my skirt out of my mind.
Ten o'clock rolled around and Sally came back to my office. I told her to
go home I had to finish and might be a while.
"You are in no condition to do books.", Sally said, "You obviously need
someone to do you."
I was red again as she continued, "You are the most prissy, good girl I
know...Now go out and be bad. It's Christmas for God's sake."
Sally started laughing and I had to agree. Besides I had made up my mind.
I was going to meet Santa...Sally was right I needed to have sex...I
needed to be bad.
I went to the bathroom to freshen up. After all, not every girl gets an
opportunity to fuck Santa Claus.
end of part A
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