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Subject: SANTA'S CUMMING 2/4
From: kansica@aol.com (Kansica)
Date: 1996/12/23
Message-Id: <19961223065200.BAA08098@ladder01.news.aol.com>
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Public Sex 10b
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 2
Standing in our private restroom in the back of the store, I reapplied my
lipstick. This time using more than I normally would. I again removed my
panties, which never dried out due to my constant thoughts of what might
happen tonight. I let my hair down and took one last look in the mirror
before being satisfied with my appearance.
I wasn't sure what to expect. Surely Santa would want to go somewhere
else. The mall was still technically open to employees, although most
used rear service entrances to exit the building.
I walked slowly to Lollipop Lane still trying to talk myself out of this.
I didn't know the guy playing Santa. He might be a wacko...or what if we
get caught?
I knew this was useless. I was so incredibly horny that I think I would
have fucked the pimply geek that worked at the Popcorn Shop.
I turned the corner at the edge of the mall and looked ahead to Santa's
Workshop. I didn't see anyone there. Shit...had he chickened out? God I
can't believe I even thought of this. Maybe I could go out to the bar and
find someone. I needed meaningless sex...for the first time in my life I
was missing those erotic feelings.
I even found myself turned on thinking about Sally catching me with two
fingers crammed inside my juicy pussy.
I continued to walk to the Santa Shop, still not seeing anyone around.
The door to his workshop was closed with a sign saying. "Out feeding
reindeer, see you tomorrow."
I again looked around but to no avail. As I turned to leave I heard a
voice from the smaller booth where Tina took the pictures. "Jen, come
here." I could tell it was Tina's voice.
I walked to the front of the photo booth and was greeted by a smiling Tina
this time. "I can't believe you are going to do this.", she said.
Embarrassment again flushed my face. "What if she tells people?", I
thought to myself.
"I mean, I think it's kinda... well...neat.", she continued, "I just
thought you were an eternal virgin."
"This is a mistake.", I tried to cover, "I was just here to tell him I
have to go home."
"NO!", Tina screamed, "Don't worry about me. I won't tell a soul. I am
suppose to tell you to go on in the Workshop. Santa had to feed the
reindeer but he will be back soon."
"Give me a break with the Santa shit. Who is he?", I asked somewhat
peeved at her attitude.
"It is Santa. That's all I can say.", Tina answered almost convincing me
in the process. "Follow me." Tina led me into the workshop and closed
the door behind us.
It was bigger than I thought. I figured it was just a decoration and
small inside. As if she was reading my mind Tina responded, "We bought
this from a mall that used it for outside work. That is why it is so
large."
Tina walked over to a corner shelf and opened the bottom door. She pulled
out a joint and fired it up, taking a nice hit from it before passing the
weed to me.
Sex isn't the only thing I hadn't done in a while. I hadn't smoked a
joint in over 6 years! I didn't hesitate though. I took the joint from
Tina and I must confess...I DID inhale!
As we continued getting stoned, I looked around the large one room shack.
There was a lot of nice things in there, but the best was a large
Captain's table in the center.
Tina and I were sitting on the sofa when we heard the bells of Santa's
suit jingling from a distance away. Tina jumped up and put the joint out.
She quickly sprayed the air with freshners and ran to another cabinet on
the other side of the room. She opened the doors and came out with a
bottle of wine and three glasses.
As Tina quickly poured three glasses of wine, it occurred to me that she
may be joining in. I wasn't sure I was ready for that. I mean I'm no
lesbian or bi or anything. I just needed some cock.
I heard Santa's voice as the doorknob began to rustle. Santa entered the
hut bearing gifts...Chinese Food...my favorite!
Tina quickly set the table with plates. I had never eaten Chinese on
plates other than at the restaurant. Santa said nothing just sipped on
his wine as Tina served the food.
The three of us ate and Santa talked about what a stressful day it had
been and how he hated the over commercialization of Christmas. The
conversation was as if we had not had our encounter earlier. It was like
three old friends having dinner.
The mixture of the pot and the wine gave me a certain freedom I probably
would not have normally had. I asked Santa, "I'm not sure what is up, but
I just want you to know, I feel uncomfortable about her joining us."
Santa looked at me sternly and answered, "SHAME ON YOU! It is the season
of giving and you can't give a little of your time to this poor
unfortunate girl to break bread."
"No. I mean I don't want to have sex with her.", I corrected him.
"YOU CUNT!", Tina yelled, "I'M NO FUCKING LESBIAN!" I immediately knew I
had said the wrong thing.
Santa looked to Tina, smiled, and said, "Dear Dear, calm down, Jennifer
doesn't understand what is happening."
How did he know my name? Tina must have told him, that's it!
Santa turned to me and calmly said, "Dear Jen, I want you to know that you
will not be made to do anything you don't want to. Tina is not here to
participate. She is here on account of Mrs. Claus." I looked dumbly back
at the Jolly Round Man.
He then explained the situation in great detail. He told me that Mrs.
Claus no longer had much interest in sexual activity other than missionary
style sex once a month.
I looked at him as if he was a psycho -- and I thought he was. Then Tina
recognized my expression and said, "I tried to tell you...this is the REAL
Santa."
"Yeah right! And I am the fucking Easter Bunny!", I responded.
"It is true Jen.", Santa said, "I thought you believed in me?" He looked
at me a little longer and continued his story.
He explained that Mrs. Claus was fine with him satisfying his urges with
other women. There were conditions however. He could never have
missionary-style sex. He was free to engage in sexual intercourse in any
other position but not that one. The other stipulation was that he must
videotape the entire encounter to protect him from being sued for rape.
That was Tina's job...to videotape the encounter.
"WAIT A GOD DAMN MINUTE!", I yelled. "You want to tape me fucking Santa
Claus? What happens to the tape?"
"I keep it for viewing only by the Mrs. and me.", Santa said. "Sometimes
it helps to get her in the mood."
"How do I know you aren't going to sell it to some porn dealer?", I
inquired.
"I'm Santa...you have my word." He seemed hurt at my accusation. I was
still uneasy about the video but Santa changed the subject.
"When was the last time you had sexual intercourse?" he asked. I was
appalled by the question but he explained he needed to know for condom
determination.
"About four years ago.", I answered looking to Tina to see if she was
listening...she was.
"Have you ever participated in the giving of oral pleasure to a
man?"...Yes.
"Do you enjoy it?"...Yeah, sometimes.
"What don't you like about it?"...when the man smells or tastes funny.
"How many partners have you had?"...four
"Have you ever fucked in a doggie position?"
I was stunned. He had been so clinical about his questions and now he was
being more blunt.
"Yes.", I answered adding, "It is my favorite."
"Have you ever had anal sex?" (back to clinical)...NO!
"Have you ever thought of a long thick cock thrusting into your tight
ass?"...No
"Would you be willing to try anal if you could stop it anytime?"....I
don't know.
"Have you ever fucked a black man?"
I looked to Tina again. She was listening in earnest. Now I need to
explain; this small town is a little backward and there is a lot of racial
tensions here.
"No.", I lied. In reality two of the four men I had sexual encounters
with in college were black.
"Does the thought of a huge black cock pumping his hot thick, sticky seed
into your quivering pussy turn you on?"...(Oh My GOD! He was making me
hot.)...YES!
"Have you ever had more than one partner at the same time?"...No
"Does the thought of sucking cock while another pistons your cunt make
your pussy wet?"
Thinking back to my fantasy earlier in the day I answered, "Yes."
"How old are you?"...28
"Height and weight?"...5-9...117#
"Measurements?"...32B-20-34
"Are you entering this act on your own free will?"
MY GOD! He must be taping this. Why else would he ask that. "Yes."
Santa nodded to Tina and she stood, cleared the table and left. Then
Santa explained what was to happen.
"You see Jen, I have always been somewhat of a voyeur. I enjoy watching
people have sex as much as I do participating. Some say it is old age but
I think it is just a minor fetish of mine."
"Tonight is kind of like a trial. I am looking for the right woman to
give to my helpers as a reward for there good work throughout the
holidays. They so seldom have time to indulge in the pleasures of the
flesh."
I still thought he was being a little loony tunes, but then decided he was
just playing out a role. After all isn't that what I was doing?
Fantasizing about sex with Santa?
He continued, "Now please don't worry. They are not the little elves you
have heard about. They are regular guys, regular sizes and have a regular
libido."
"Anyway, tonight I have planned a little threesome if you are interested.
And judging from the condition you were in earlier, I would guess you
could use a good orgasm. I am a good lover...and from the feel you had of
my cock I guess you know I am quite large."
"You and I will get started...alone...and then I have invited a gentleman
to join us. He is black but I gathered from the questioning that you have
a desire to fuck a black man again."
I lied to him! I said I didn't have sex with a black man but he knows.
How?"
"Because I know who is good...who is bad...and who is horny."
Shit! Now he is reading my mind?
"I told him he may be able to fuck your ass. But since you didn't seem
too thrilled about it we will bypass that. I expect you to make each of
us cum at least twice. Once in your mouth. You can do with the cum
whatever you like. Once in your sweet pussy."
My sweet pussy?
"Yes, I must confess to dampening my fingers upon your panties earlier and
tasting the dew from within."
He chuckled a hearty laugh before continuing, "I see you have discarded
the panties. Very Nice! Have you any questions?"
My mind was flooded with questions. The first to come out was, "Where
will we do this?"
"Right here on the table. It is very sturdy and I find it erotic.
Besides it offers the best vantage for Tina to film you."
"People see us?"...the mall is closed dear
"What about the janitors?"... they won't tell and I doubt they will see
anything. I promise.
"And if I want to stop?"...just say the word.
Santa lingered awhile before continuing, "That brings up another thing. I
want to be a naughty Santa so if you want to stop say 'Laura'. I want
this to begin with you pleading for your release. 'Laura' will allow us a
code word that means for real."
"At first you can be cooperative but when I bring in the black man you
must object viamently."
I again looked over the Jolly One dressed in his thick red suit and his
white beard. Was I really going to go through with this?
"Go ahead...pull on it."
I was thrust out of my thoughts trying to figure out what he meant.
"My beard. You think it is fake...give 'er a yank."
I desperately wanted to see who this was. I knew he had to work at the
mall because they always hired someone who worked at one of the shops. I
gave the beard a little tug to reveal my new lover but it didn't budge.
"You can pull harder than that!", Santa quipped.
I gave the beard a hard yank and to my dismay it didn't move at all. But
his hair and beard were as white as the snow yet his face didn't appear to
be very old at all.
Santa then instructed me to lift my skirt and show Tina my pussy. Like a
robot I obeyed, lifting the skirt to my waist displaying the proof of my
natural blondness.
"Now hop onto the table.", Santa continued, "and play with your pussy for
Dear Santa."
Again I complied without any hesitation. I was still nervous that someone
would see us but I was relaxing a great deal.
Santa did not let me stop until I had made myself cum. "And no
faking...remember I know everything."
end of part 2
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