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Santa
by Nisa
He had organized the Neighborhood Association Christmas party, so it only made sense, to the others anyway, that he play Santa. He was less than enthusiastic, but she kept promising he would enjoy it. She'd help by being his elf.
She rented costumes wanting him to be the best damn Santa they ever saw. For herself, she selected an outfit with two different scenarios in mind.
He dressed that night, hating every single minute. But he did admit that the outfit was impressive. He called her into the room for final inspection. He was a vision in red velvet and ermine (fake of course). They powdered his beard for the evening. You would never guess that this sullen bearded man before her was the same man she slept with every night. She stood there picturing the man underneath the costume and thinking about her surprise for him later and started getting wet.
For her part, she wore the old-fashioned short red skating skirt made full and flirty with crinolines underneath. Green striped suspenders, a white low-cut scoop-necked tee, and thigh-high green and red stockings with those ridiculous pointy-toe shoes to complete the outfit.
She had also arranged the room, taking great care that no one could stand behind or really on either side of Santa's throne as he visited with the partygoers. It was time for his grand entrance.
Everyone was impressed and she was pleased that the kids were so uncertain that this was just a fake. And they were still unsure after getting to spend time with him. He got into the role as everyone thought he looked so real. He even had a good time when all was said and done.
Each child in turn talked with Santa, some cried, some brought long lists. He actually enjoyed them all and was a better actor than he gave himself credit for. Every child received a gift from Santa that his faithful elf bent over to retrieve from the sac on the floor next to him. She stood with her back to the wall and each time she bent from the waist to open the sac. She didn't look at the gathered neighbors as she got each toy so she did not see the admiring stares at the view of her breasts when the tee shirt drooped.
They had anticipated a few adults wanting to let Santa know what they wanted for Christmas because they got presents too, but in a different bag farther to the front of the dais. She bent to get the first present out before the visitor arrived for Santa. The male neighbors were happy for a closer look but missed the view Santa got. Being farther in front of him, when she bent, her short, full skirt hiked up over her bare cheeks. Her legs far enough apart to expose her rosy, swelling pussy lips. She heard the gasp escape from him. When she stood, she moved back a step and was right next to him, gift at the ready. He reached behind her and rubbed her bottom. His hand ran down her butt crack to the start of her pussy just as his first older female visitor arrived. He was starting to harden at the feel of her. He always motioned for the adults to wait longer between each so she could have the gift at the ready and he could get another feel of her moistening slit.
Several of the female neighbors, knowing who was under the costume, came up to sit on Santa's lap and flirt with him. A few sat far enough back on his lap to feel his growing admiration of his assistant. They may have misinterpreted it and flirted all the more. The elf heard it all and was actually enjoying Santa being so desirable. The male neighbors were more interested in finding an elf under their tree.
As the party died down, Santa and his elf were now mingling. The elf informed him that she needed to get back to the North Pole and he shouldn't stay too much longer. She rushed home and put the contents in the box and placed the wrapped lid on it. She taped the note to the front door and rushed upstairs.
Upon returning, Santa found the note. "Remove only the belt, stuffing and boots for comfort. Your elf will join you in a few minutes. An early gift awaits you in the living room. "He went in and did all he was allowed to get comfortable. Then he saw the box, opened it and found a white shirt. Her white shirt, still warm from her body, smelling of candy canes and Christmas cookies. He smiled at the scent.
He heard her on the stairs and turned to find his elf standing there in her costume minus the silly shoes and the shirt. The suspenders were carefully arranged to cover her areolas. The shirt and the box fell to the floor. She approached but only so far and pointed to the box. He looked down to find he missed another article in the box. A candy cane; it was one of the large thick ones. He was confused. She gently pushed him and he fell back on the sofa. She stood right in front of him and bent over to pick up the rest of his gift and handed it back to him. He looked at her, her ass facing him; legs spread enough to see her pussy. She braced herself against the coffee table. And the meaning of the candy cane became apparent.
He reached over to her and caressed the soft silky cheeks before him. His hand then went down between her legs and he covered her dripping wet sex with his hand and squeezed. She yelped with delight. His fingers spread her slit and brought the cane up to her throbbing hole and inserted it. He knew her tight pussy wrapped to the rigid object as it did his cock on numerous occasions. He slowly pushed it in, almost too far. He then pulled it back to the opening. He could see her juices already mixing with and effecting the candy. Her juices had a pink tint and she smelled of peppermint. He pumped it in and out of her as if he would his own cock. She was enjoying it; so much so, that she reached down to rub her clit while he "candy" fucked her.
She was ready to cum and wanted him to eat her. He tossed what remained of the soggy, messy cane to the side and slid down between her legs and put his face directly in her pussy and began lapping up the peppermint juices. Damn, this was turning him on. His tongue gliding all over her from her auburn patch back to her ass. Up, down, in, out; he licked and sucked everything she wanted to give him. She came with such a gush, he was surprised. It dripped down on the suit, wetting the red velvet. But he didn't care. He was busy sucking every drop he could retain. She was white knuckling the table now trying to keep herself steady as her body twitched and bucked in delight. He had a firm hold of her thighs also helping her maintain her stance. Until finally, the flow subsided and her orgasm was coming to an end.
He stayed there on the floor waiting for her to regain her composure. She finally stood, turned around and was down on his lap facing him in no time. The suspenders were no longer offering coverage and Santa smiled to see she had painted her nipples — one red, one green. He couldn't keep his hands to himself. He had to touch and rub and pinch those pointy nipples. She kissed him tasting her own spearmint juices.
He moved his kisses to her neck then to her breasts. She had used a mint-flavored coloring on her nipples too. Her one hand was caressing his hair, face, neck and shoulders while the other had moved down to his hardening cock. She rubbed and massaged his shaft and tickled his balls until he was as rigid as the candy had been when they started. She raised up and guided his probe into her. He let out a loud "ho, ho, ho" at the feel of that velvety softness enveloping his penis. At first her pumping was slow and calculated, but quickly became rapid, sloshing bounces as both their juices mixed in her. He loved watching her breasts bounce when she rode him like this. He could never resist grabbing them to feel their movement. She felt him tense and grab her hips. She, too, was ready to cum. He pulled her down and she ground against him. Both bodies racked with spasms as they climaxed together. Holding each other as they calmed down. Kissing, caressing each other. Savoring the pleasure they brought each other.
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