MY DATE WITH SANTA
written by:
Jillbaby

FOREWORD FROM AUTHOR The basis of this story is in one I posted here in 2008 called "I Seduced Santa." However I have extensively rewritten and renamed it for this posting.

MY DATE WITH SANTA

Copyright - © - 2013 - By Jillbaby

It was Christmas Eve and the end of the final shopping day in the small department store. I peeped from my hiding place among the dress racks and saw the last parents and children being led away from Santa's grotto by the security man. He drew the curtain across the alcove leaving Santa alone.

I knew that Santa would be the last to leave after he had changed and showered, and that the manager allowed him keys to let himself out, lock up behind him and set the alarm.

My mouth was dry with tension as I slipped off my coat. I had never done anything like this before. Had I overdone the slutty outfit? Nervously I pulled down the red mini skirt to cover the lacy tops of my black silk holdups. I had already changed from normal shoes into the black, spike heeled, open sandals that I had brought with me.

I was glad of the warmth of the shop. My black, short-sleeved silk blouse was totally unsuitable for the December weather, particularly with the top two buttons undone and since I wasn't wearing panties or a bra. When I drew my shoulders back, the outlines of my nipples were clear to see.

The scarlet nail varnish on my manicured fingers gleamed as I brushed back my long auburn hair, and I noted how my blue eyes were gleaming with excitement. I wondered for the umpteenth time how my plan would go.

I felt so horny.

As voices faded away down the stairs, I hurried to the grotto and peeped around the curtain.

There he was - all alone, still in Santa's big chair. Even behind his beard and mustache, he looked really fed-up after three weeks of sitting there being a jolly man. Much as he liked children I was sure that towards the end of a long day he must have seen them as demanding little monsters.

I could see the outlines of his long muscular legs through the traditional tight red trousers, as he stretched wearily. Once again I felt my strong sexual attraction for this man, even in his costume. How would he react to my audacious approach? My heart missed a beat at the thought that he might tell me to stop being so stupid and reject my unorthodox advances.

Taking a deep breath, I took the little package from my purse and stepped through the curtains. I walked slowly across to Santa, letting him have a good view of what I had to offer.

"Hi," I said.

I wanted to appear nervous and shy. But it wasn't taking much effort to seem nervous - I was.

I continued,

"I wasn't sure if you would still be here, there was nobody outside and..."

His eyes widened with surprise as they roamed over my body and his mouth fell open under the big white mustache.

"What on earth are you..." he started, but I interrupted in what I hoped was a teasing, seductive tone,

"Does Santa have anything for naughty girls? I really have been very naughty."

I bowed my head in mock shame, wondering how he would react to my enticing approach. The silence seemed to go on forever.

At last he spoke.

"I...I see...how can I help you, young lady?"

I detected a definite note of interest. Although appearing puzzled and cautious he seemed prepared to see what I was up to. I shuffled my feet nervously then looked directly into his eyes,

"I wondered if I could sit on Santa's knee for a little while..."

I drew back my shoulders and thrust out my boobs while giving him my most seductive smile. There was another silence and then, in his deep Santa voice,

"Very well, you can sit here, young lady," and he patted one of his knees.

My pulse quickened, so far so good. I put down my package at his feet and with my left arm around his shoulder for support, I hopped up, swung both my legs over his lap and sat sideways to him. He put his right arm around my back to support me. So in a matter of seconds, we were in a very intimate position.

My mini-skirt had slipped back revealing most of my legs clad in black silk. He looked down at the contrasting strips of white flesh above the lacy stocking tops.

I knew that he would smell my spicy perfume and he had a great view of my breasts down my partly undone blouse. Pressing home my attack, I squirmed against his firm thighs and giggled,

"Do you have anything for me, then?"

My ass was resting on his right leg and I suddenly felt the bulge of his erection against the underside of my thigh. Continuing my act, I hung my head shyly, hiding behind my hair.

Perhaps satisfied that everyone had left the premises, he abandoned the Santa voice and spoke normally although his voice was rather choked,

"Well then, I'm not sure if we have anything suitable for naughty girls."

I brushed my hair to one side and looked up,

"Oh I don't know Santa," I replied coyly, wriggling my ass against his hardon. "I'm sure that you can think of something that I would enjoy getting from you."

"Oh, really...? But firstly young lady, I think that you should tell me exactly what a naughty girl you are," he said eagerly, allowing his warm left hand to drop onto my thigh.

My heart pounded, it seemed that he was going to play along.

"Just how naughty have you been?"

I shivered as I felt his long fingers move slightly on my thigh. Even under the silky stocking my skin tingled at his touch.

"Go on, tell me what you've been up to," he urged huskily.

"Well Santa, I sucked a man's cock yesterday," I whispered, hiding behind my hair again.

"Ohh, that is naughty."

"And, what's more, I swallowed his cum," I added quickly.

He went quiet as if picturing it. Swept along by my excitement, I quickly added,

"And I let him fuck me too, Santa."

His breathing quickened and under his Santa tunic his chest rose and fell against my left breast. I trembled as his hand slid higher on my thigh until the fingertips touched my bare skin.

The hand of his arm supporting me around the waist, tentatively stroked the outside of my right breast. His cock now felt rock hard and was pressing just under a cheek of my ass.

"Hmmm, well then, you certainly have been a naughty girl..."

I parted my knees and his left hand slid farther up my inner thigh. When I moved slightly and rocked against his cock he gave a tiny groan. The hand on my thigh went higher and I parted my legs a bit more.

"I'm sorry," I said in a coy voice. "Christmas makes me so horny, and I've been thinking of you all day."

"Thinking of me?" He asked, sounding pleased.

When his fingertips reached the outer edge of my pussy and he realized that I wasn't wearing panties, he went still as if in surprise. Then he was caressing my outer lips which I was sure would be wet by now.

Although he was using a normal voice I continued in my best imitation of a Marilyn Monroe girly voice,

"I have a fantasy about being fucked by Santa," I murmured, fluttering my black-mascaraed eyelashes at him.

He looked disbelievingly at me and for a second, a smile flickered at his lips,

"Oh you do, do you? Well we'll have to see what we can do about that."

With an impatient gesture, Santa pulled off his linked beard and mustache and let it fall to the floor. I took a quick look at the handsome face and then hung my head as if from embarrassment but my heart was fluttering with excitement and my stomach tight with desire.

His hand was now stroking my very wet slit and his voice was thick with arousal,

"Oh, yes, you're a very, very wicked girl to sit on Santa's knee not wearing panties."

Having got over his initial surprise, he was now asserting control and beginning to tease me. The hand of his arm around me was now fully cupping my right breast, his palm sliding gently over the poking nipple. When his fingers tweaked it I shuddered with pleasure and a thrill flashed down to my clit.

Instead of just sticking a finger into me with his other hand, he ran two fingers up and down the outside of my lips, brushing past my erect clit each time. When on one downward trip he suddenly slipped a long finger into me, I thrust up to meet it. I groaned and threw my head back; he bent his neck, our open wet mouths met and his tongue darted searchingly for mine.

I was clinging to him with both arms around his neck as he pulled out his finger and went back to maddeningly teasing my lips and clit. After a few minutes I moaned and unashamedly reached to try to pull his hand to my clit.

Continuing to tease, he resisted my efforts and whispered,

"You really like that, don't you? You're a very, very bad girl."

Still avoiding my clit, two fingers glided into my clinging pussy. My stomach lurched when he circled the spongy sensitive G-spot, sending delightful tremors through me. I was so wet that I could hear a squelching sound as his fingers reamed me. It seemed loud in the alcove that was silent except for our labored breathing.

I realized that I was close to cumming and if he didn't want me to climax yet, he was wise to avoid my clit.

"And what else would this wicked girl want for Christmas?" He prompted.

"I want Santa's big cock in me and I want to be Santa's little fuck whore," I whispered in his ear.

That did it.

"Ho, ho, ho...you shall have it... this Santa wants to please even the naughty girls."

With what seemed an effortless movement, he stood up with me in his arms, swung around and deposited me in his big leather chair. I sprawled back shamelessly with my skirt up around my waist, and watched as he quickly stripped naked. I reached for his big swaying cock but he avoided my hand and knelt down before me.

When he drew my ass to the edge of the chair, I sprawled back gratefully, and raised my arms to assist as he pulled off my blouse exposing my bare breasts and erect pointed nipples. I made little whimpers of pleasure as he sucked and tweaked at them for a moment or two. For a split second, I thought that I was going to cum just from that but then he stopped.

After looping my legs over his shoulders his face went down between my spread legs. I felt the slight friction from his stubble as his lips sought my wet opening. He burrowed into my slick folds and quickly found my hard clit, the hood already drawn back in my arousal. Sealing his lips around the pink, pearly nub, he began slow swirls around it with his tongue.

Shuddering with delight I eased my crotch further into him to get into perfect position for his eager mouth, lips and fingers. I reached for the back of his head and drew him even tighter against my pussy, humping into him; seeking the release I was desperate to experience,

"Yeah, that's it, Santa baby...eat me good, make me cum hard on your face," I purred.

Releasing my clit, he slipped his tongue as far inside my pussy as he could get it. I panted with excitement when I felt him lap up the liquid from my throbbing arousal before returning to my clit.

"Shit, baby, oh, god, oh, god," I groaned, as he continued working magic with his talented tongue.

The teasing was well and truly over and he seemed determined to give me my present of a great orgasm.

He slid two fingers into my sopping wet pussy, arching the fingertips towards him to plant them against my G-spot. Then applying gentle short stroking motions against the spongy tissue, he pressed the flat of his tongue hard against the side of my clit and held it there. It moved only fractionally, allowing the rough dimpled surface to do its work as I writhed against him.

It took only a few seconds of the simultaneous clit and G-spot stimulation before I came,

"Oh, fuck," I yelled.

As my body shook and warm sensations sparked between my nipples and my clit, I screamed with ecstasy. On and on my pussy contracted rhythmically around his fingers as the glorious orgasm continued.

I gave a few shudders as the final tremors of my intense climax finally began to subside and he slipped his fingers from my pussy and drew his mouth away from my clit.

"That's your first present, naughty girl...now for the next one..." he muttered as he straightened his back.

On his knees he edged closer to the chair from where he had carried out his Santa duties for three long weeks.

I felt the thick head of his cock pressing against my spread pussy lips. My slit stretched wide as his dick probed the well-prepared, slippery opening. The stiff cock felt pleasantly huge in contrast to the fingers that my cunt had previously been gripping and I sighed happily,

"Fuck me Santa, please fuck this naughty, slutty girl," I pleaded.

He pulled me onto him until the head of his cock probed at my cervix and the cheeks of my ass pressed against his hard thighs. My thighs were pressed back against my breasts as he gripped my ankles and spread me wide open. His long thighs took his groin well above mine as I sprawled back in the chair, my ass poised on the edge, and he was able to swing his hips for full penetration.

The initial discomfort as he slammed into me faded to a feeling of warmth in my belly and a tingling sensation spread to my clit with each impact. I hadn't expected to be aroused again so quickly but perhaps the exciting situation and the audacious way I had surprised him helped.

I couldn't do much in that position except to squirm and writhe. I found myself muttering,

"Fuck me, Santa fuck me...fuck me."

As he looked down at my pussy being impaled by his cock time after time, the sight seemed to spur him on and I knew it wouldn't take long for him to cum. Then he suddenly withdrew his cock and I opened my eyes in surprise.

Santa had decided to finish off in style for the naughty girl.

He lowered my legs, got to his feet and towering over me, stroked his cock vigorously. As I watched, an arc of cream spurted from it. One or two splashes reached my cheeks but as he continued to pump and squeeze his dick, most of his semen landed on my tingling breasts. I felt the warmth and gazed down in fascination as the thick globs stuck where they landed.

"Now then, if you really are a very naughty girl, you know what to do now, don't you," he smiled.

"Yes, Santa, I think so," I replied coyly. "Is it this?"

I used the index finger of both my hands to scoop up dollops of Santa's thick cum from my breasts, and put them in my mouth. I licked each one clean in turn, while looking into his eyes. As usual, the cum mingled with my saliva, and I gulped it down.

He smiled approvingly,

"Now that is a really naughty girl."

I sat up stiffly and stretched,

"Now I have a present for you. I thought it was a shame that Santa never gets any gifts."

Looking surprised, he put on his Santa voice again,

"Well now, what would that be?"

I pointed to the small parcel I had brought in with me,

"Why don't you open it? It's a special toy for you."

I moved over to give him space to sit on the edge of the big chair as he quickly tore off the Christmas wrapping. I watched his eyes widen and a broad smile spread across his face when he saw the contents - a large black jelly vibrator.

With a grin, he ran his fingers over the life-like contours, complete with thick, raised veins, and a bulging head. It was quite a bit thicker than the average cock.

"What a lovely Christmas present to use on naughty girls," he chuckled. "Thank you. Now how about me trying it out on you?"

"Oh Santa," I cried, in mock alarm. "That looks too big to fit into my little pussy."

"Now, now, then, you wicked girl. You'll just have to take your punishment for all the bad things you've been doing. Santa needs to try out his new present after all. Lie back and let Santa have some fun."

Despite my recent orgasm, I was still as horny as hell and the sight of the vibe started my juices flowing again. In the spirit of the role-play I had drawn him into, I pretended to be reluctant and offered playful resistance but I let him push me back in the big soft chair, leaving my legs dangling over the edge.

The truth was that I had never experienced a vibrator before and I was a little nervous about having that big fake cock up me, although at the same time looking forward to it.

Batting my eyelashes at him,

"Oh Santa, I'm sorry I was such a bad girl...are you really going to stick that big thing in my sweet little pussy?"

"Oh yes, oh yes..."

I closed my eyes when I heard the buzzing as he switched on the vibe and then I jerked and gasped when the cool head touched my pussy lips. I knew that I was still so wet that my slit wouldn't offer much resistance to the toy.

As it happened he was careful and let the head rest at my opening; just gently prodding to get it slick with my juices that were flowing faster than ever. Even in that position the vibrations seem to spread through my belly. The nerves in my slutty pussy were twitching in anticipation and in time with the humming of the dildo.

When he pressed the vibe firmly against my opening, I tensed at the pressure as my pussy ring resisted. Then with surprising ease it yielded and I felt my cunt being stretched and filled as never before. The combination of the girth and the vibrations was intensely pleasurable,

"Oh fuck, yes...oh that's fantastic," I gasped as Santa slowly fucked me with the whirring dildo.

With each thrust, the raised veins on the thick toy nudged teasingly against the stretched skin below my swollen clit. The pulsing sensations traveled straight to the aroused gland and felt much more pleasurable than the touch of a finger.

With his free hand Santa played with my hard, swollen nipples, and I thought my head was going to explode with sensual overload.

"How does that feel, you naughty girl?"

When I remained silent, just wanting to enjoy the sensations, he turned the vibe to full power. Strangely, the first powerful vibrations seemed to race up my spine and make my sensitive nipples tingle wildly. It felt as if they were going to explode.

I arched my back and moaned. Then the increased throbbing spread through my pussy and clit,

"Oh my god...it's great, Santa... it's fucking great," I managed to moan.

When he held the vibe still, I desperately thrust up my hips to fuck it. I was just a wanton, writhing victim of sheer lust. The leather under me was slippery from my leaking juices and I had to grip the chair arms to avoid sliding off as I wriggled desperately.

He must have been enjoying the spectacle,

"That's it babe, cum for Santa, cum for me!" He muttered thickly.

He speeded up his thrusts, driving the big fat tool in as far as possible.

"Ahhrghh... I groaned and pulled my knees hard against my chest to accommodate almost the full length of the artificial cock.

After my initial caution about its size, I was amazed to feel no discomfort - only sheer sexual joy as my cunt stretched and eagerly gripped the dildo. I made weird, wailing sounds as my oncoming orgasm built deep in my belly.

Then his fingers touched my clit.

I screamed with primitive abandonment, again and again, as ripple after ripple of sheer ecstasy spread from my clit and pussy.

The powerful vibrations seemed to have become part of me and kept sparking off fresh ripples of mini-orgasms. They surged like electricity to every extremity of my body and I saw sparks and flashes of color behind my closed eyelids.

When, what was then, the longest orgasm of my life subsided, I reached down, totally spent and pushed his hand away. The vibe withdrew with a plop.

I sprawled back in a delightful and contented daze.

For ages, my husband had been trying to persuade me to let him use a vibrator on me but I had resisted the idea.

I opened my eyes,

"Merry Christmas, darling," I murmured. "You were right about the vibrator! I hope my little surprise game didn't startle you too much."

He leaned forward, tucked a tendril of moist hair behind my ear and kissed me tenderly,

"No, thank you darling, that was absolutely wonderful. What a clever and wonderful surprise - you're quite an actor! Let's get dressed and go home."

He added with a grin,

"I liked your naughty girl character. Maybe you could be her again some time."

I smiled at him,

"Sure why not? I'll tell you what...how about taking that Santa suit home with us over the holiday?"

THE END