I was a photographer, my company did school yearbooks, school pictures that kind of thing. I picked up extra money doing weddings. There aren't all that many weddings in Minnesota in December.
The company that I worked for had a contract to provide a Santa Claus to six different malls in the Twin Cities. It didn't pay much more than minimum wage and between Thanksgiving and Christmas Eve, I only had three days off. None were weekends.
Although the money was poor, the more experienced guys told me that there were some very good extra benefits. "You'll see," that laughed and nodded their heads.
The company provided the very best Santa outfits. When I was dressed, you'd have thought I was the man himself. I'd never noticed but my Santa coat had big pockets. I didn't think anything of it.
My boss told me in no uncertain terms, whatever the parents wanted, let them: pictures, more pictures, kids sitting on Santa's lap, kids kissing and hugging Santa, whatever. They'll be a line; don't rush the kids or their parents, I was told.
Black Friday was, as you expect, a zoo. The line to see Santa snaked throughout the mall. Kids were cranky; parents were losing their patience, but when they got to the front of the line, all was well. My job was to make sure every kid had the best experience possible.
I worked two hours and then was replaced by another Santa. I had two hours off and then I was on for another two hours. Every Santa appreciated those two hours off. In the mall, behind the big Christmas tree was an "employees only" door. Behind that door was a lunch room and bathrooms for employees. At Christmas, there was a separate room set up for Santa: "Santa's dressing room." There were actually two rooms. One for each of the two Santas working that day. The room was small. It had a desk with a mirror, a couch, so we could rest between shifts and a bathroom. Surprisingly, the bathroom had a shower.
The only one allowed into my dressing room besides me was a company employee who made sure that before I went "on stage" I was dressed exactly right; my beard was right; my boots polished; everything had to be perfect.
99% of the kids were great; 99% of the parents were great. It didn't take long to see the ‘extra benefits' those experienced Santas were talking about. "Santa, can I get just one more picture of my little Susie hugging you?" Then the parent would slip something into my pocket.
When my shift ended and I was in my dressing room, there was a bunch of 10's and 20's in those pockets. When my last shift ended at 8 PM, not only was there more money, but there were a number of folded up notes. They were pretty much the same, "the kids will be staying at their dad's tonight. Would Santa like to come down my chimney?" There was a first name, a phone number and an address.
I counted the money. There was over $300. This might be more lucrative than I thought, and then there was the other benefit.
I had no idea what these women looked like. One note stood out only because she lived less than a mile from me. I called her, "Janine, this is Santa Claus from the North Country Mall, I saw your note. How about I come down your chimney about 9-9:15?"
"Santa that would be perfect, but I have a fire going in the fireplace. Perhaps you should use the front door," she laughed.
Janine looked to be in her early thirties. While I was dressed for winter in Minnesota, Janine was wearing a dressing gown. I wasn't quite sure what to expect, but she made it obvious. It didn't look like she was wearing anything under that gown. "I'm Dave."
"I'm sure those kids drove you crazy. What can I get you to drink? Beer? Hot mulled cider?"
"A beer would be great."
"I'll take your coat. Have a seat, I'll be right back with your beer."
I sat on the couch and when Janine came back, she sat next to me; almost on top of me and that gown was open enough that I could clearly see her tits. She was short, after a couple of kids a bit chunky, especially in the ass, but her face was pretty and those tits looked enticing.
"Dave, being a single mom, I don't get out too often. I thought having some fun with Santa Claus would be a good way to start the Holiday season." Janine put down her drink. "Would Santa like to have some fun. She put an arm around my neck and pulled me close. Then our lips met; our tongues soon followed.
I took the opening in her dressing gown in my hands. "Usually, Santa gives out presents, but it looks like you have a present for Santa."
"Oh, I do, Santa. Presents, Santa. There's more than one. I hope you like them."
I opened that gown all the way to her waist. "Oh, what a thoughtful present. They're lovely. Janine, are these for me?" They were; they were big, with huge areolas and they sagged.
"Just for you." She fell back on the couch, pulling me with her. My hands were all over those tits.
I could feel her hand trying to get to my belt buckle. It was awkward lying on the couch. "Santa, I think there's another present for you in my bedroom."
Janine led me to her bedroom. She was holding her robe up; those big tits bouncing as she walked. In the bedroom, "Here's the other present I promised you." She dropped the gown to the floor and stood before me naked.
"Janine, how thoughtful. I have a present for you too." I started to unbuckle my belt.
Janine got on her knees. "Can I open my present myself?"
In less than a minute my pants were around my ankles. There was a big bulge in my briefs. After all, I'd been playing with her tits. "It looks like Santa has a big present for me. Tell me Santa is my present edible?"
"It could be."
Then Janine pulled my briefs down below my knees. "Oh, it is, Santa, it is and so big." Then my stiff cock was in her mouth. The truth is that my cock is about average. Certainly not BIG, but if Janine wanted to think it was big, I was okay with that. Especially, the way she was sucking it.
I'd had blowjobs before, but none like this. Janine's two kids were 7 and 8. It seemed like the last time she'd sucked a cock was before they were conceived. By that I mean, she was so hungry for cock, she just wouldn't stop mouth fucking it.
Finally, I had to stop her or at least slow her down. "If you want my cock somewhere else, you're going to have to stop."
Yes, she wanted to get fucked. There was no more foreplay. I finished getting undressed; she got on her back and her pussy took my cock, just as her mouth did. Janine was a loud, energetic fuck. I thought her mouth hadn't had a cock since before the kids were born; I was certain that the same was true of her pussy.
"Fuck me, Santa, fuck my pussy hard. Give it to me. Give me your big cock." We rocked the bed. That big ass gave me a great ride. At my age, I'd fucked a number of girls when I was in college, and until recently had a steady girlfriend. She didn't fuck or suck like Janine. Damn, she could fuck.
I was certain that Santa would be back for more in the near future.
TO BE CONTINUED
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