Nicholas, or Nick to his friends, was a 21st Century Adonis, only much larger. Nick stood 6'10", 360 pounds his senior year in high school. He was a strikingly handsome, highly intelligent and naturally gifted athlete who seemingly had the ability to pack on muscle mass by just walking past the weight room.
What hung between Nick's massive, muscular thighs was equally impressive. His man area looked like the business end of a Louisville slugger, with the exception of one very peculiar physical anomaly. Mysteriously, every last hair on his body turned snow white the summer after high school.
After declining numerous athletic scholarships, Nick decided to let his hair down, literally and figuratively. His naturally wavy hair soon hung to the middle of his enormously broad, beach tanned shoulder blades, and his heavy beard grew in long, wavy curls that cascaded to the top of his well defined chest.
As if he wasn't already noticeable enough, he began growing again and shot up to 7'2", 385 pounds of chiseled handsome just before Fall classes started. From the moment he stepped out of his new truck at the campus dorms, he was the talk of campus.
Like most college kids, he always had too much month left at the end of his money. His parents weren't poor by any means, but Nick detested asking his parents for anything, especially money.
Christmas was just months away and Nick needed to find a job in the worst way. Running out of options, he answered an ad looking for a Santa to work office parties and special occasions for 'discerning' clients.
Despite his age, he figured with some makeup, wire frame glasses and padding, he could pass muster. After all, he did have the all natural long white hair and beard going for him, and he could boom out a deep, convincing 'HO HO HO' on command.
The interview day came, and Nick, like any other nineteen year old, had the jitters. He donned his new dark grey, custom tailored suit, and a subtle dark red shirt that one of his new lady friends had helped pick out. He slipped into his custom made size 23 black alligator boots, which added another two inches to his already towering height, and off he went.
Nick had no idea the first interview was somewhat of a cattle call. He got the usual reaction as he ducked to miss the door frame, and his bulking mass filled the doorway, eclipsing the hallway light behind him. His appearance startled the entire room and it fell predictably silent.
There were about a dozen other Santa applicants already there, waiting to be interviewed. Each one of his fellow wannabes were in various stages of baldness, obesity, and all older than dirt. About all he had in common with them, was a long flowing snow white beard and hair.
The pretty, young lady at the front desk stopped her phone conversation mid sentence, speechless as Nick approached her desk. She stared as him for several seconds before clearing her throat.
"M-M-May I help you?"
Nick's crystal blues eyes sparkled from behind the fake wire rim glasses. His warm, contagious smile was framed perfectly by his beard and long hair.
"Hi Sara. I'm here to apply for the Santa position." Nick said quietly as he leaned towards her.
"S-Sure." she stammered, sliding an application across the counter. His eyes twinkled at her until she finally returned his smile.
"How did you know my name?" Sara asked sheepishly.
"Santa knows those things." he laughed, "Besides, it's on your name tag, silly."
Nick nodded hello to the other applicants as he took a seat at the far end of the room. He quickly filled out the application and stood to return it to the receptionist. As he approached the desk, he couldn't help but notice Sara's thimble sized excitement jutting proudly against her mint-green silk blouse.
Her face blushed crimson red as Nick's notice lingered too long. He fumbled through an apology as the color of his faced quickly matched hers.
"Have a seat, Nick. Ms. Marla will be with you shortly."
Nick sat patiently waiting his turn, fingers nervously tapping his thighs. Time after time, the door to the adjoining office opened, and the sound of a middle aged woman called out from behind the door for the next applicant. Every ten to fifteen minutes, the door would open, and out would pop a smiling Santa, confident he was 'the one'.
Finally, Nick was alone, except for Sara. He was the last applicant and the door opened and a beautiful middle aged woman stepped into view for the first time. She gave Sara a quick glance. Sara motioned towards Nick with her eyes and a nod of the head.
"Marla!" she said, introducing herself, as she walked briskly towards him. She tucked her shoulder length hair behind her ear and extended her slender hand in mid stride as Nick quickly unfolded from the chair. Marla's eyes grew wide and her warm smile froze as she followed Nick's ascent. He smiled and reached for her hand, wrapping hers completely with his.
"Nick. I'm Nick," he said with a friendly smile.
"Oh my!" Marla muttered as she slowly pulled her hand from his tender but firm grasp and jokingly said, "You're not going to fit in any chimney I've ever seen."
"Come in. Please come in." She swallowed hard and smiled awkwardly as she invited him into her office. She gave Sara a dreamy fluttering eyelash kind of glance as she followed Nick through the doorway, pretending to grab at his ass.
Using his rolled up application as a pointer, Marla motioned Nick towards a plush leather chair in front of her ornately crafted desk. She leaned against the front of her desk as Nick sat down. Nick looked around the lavishly decorated office, then back at Marla.
She folded her arms across her breasts, hiding her own aroused nipples as she surveyed his massive frame. The sight of such a strikingly handsome young man made her pussy tingle as she sized him up. She couldn't remember the last time just meeting a man, made her instantly wet. Marla crossed her legs at the ankles, squeezing her thighs tightly against her much neglected, swollen, squishy lips.
Marla admired his silky, magnificent beard and long flowing hair. Best fake beard she'd ever seen she thought to herself. Her eyes danced as she mentally devoured him. She removed her glasses, nibbling at, and teasing the tip of the earpiece with her tongue.
"Really nice, convincing touch with the dyed hair and realistic looking beard, Nick. Maybe a bit over played, but well done!" she said as she glanced at the application, "Nick? Is that really your name?"
"Yes Ma'am. Short for Nicholas, and the beard is real Ma'am. Pull it if you like." he said, giving it a tug himself.
"I would have never guessed at the name. How convenient is that?" Marla huffed under her breath, swallowing her smile.
Knowing the question was coming, Nick voluntarily told her how he came to have snow white hair. Fascinating story to Marla, but she was not completely convinced.
Marla was a mid to late fortyish bombshell of a redhead with bright, vibrant green eyes. She was estranged from her husband but still brandished a huge stone on her ring finger. Her finely tailored skirt and white, sheer silk blouse, hugged her fit, 5'9" athletic figure. Full lips painted in a red that matched her hair, framed her perfectly straight pearly whites.
Nick couldn't help but feel aroused as she paced slowly back and forth while she interviewed him. Her well toned ass had that irresistible, and impossible to ignore, roll from side to side each time she took a step, making his enormous cock creep down his pant leg.
He must have been fantasizing about her a little too hard because it took him a couple of seconds to realize she had stopped talking and was now staring at his reflection in the large mirror above the credenza.
"This is kind of awkward, Nick. I'm interviewing you for a job, and you're staring at my ass." she snapped, shattering the silence as she spun to face him.
Marla took several menacing steps toward him, then stood directly in front of him, chest bowed out in authority, with hands planted firmly on her hips, her brow was furled and teeth tightly clenched as if ready scold him and end the interview.
Nick looked her in the eyes and offered up an innocent puppy dog smile that caught her completely off guard. "Umm, I apologize, it's just that," Nick gave her a quick up and down glance, "you're really... umm. I'm sorry. I really am."
After an awkward silence, Marla shook her head side to side, huffed a laugh and rolled her eyes.
"Nick," Marla sucked in a deep breath, turned and took a couple of steps. She smiled to herself thinking she had this hot young stud on the defensive, which further aroused her. Then the tone of her voice softened and became almost sultry.
"What makes you think you can play Santa?" she asked as she glanced over her shoulder at him.
Before he had time to answer, Marla turned to face him and continued, "Nick, would you prefer to be a mall Santa and spend every weekend till Christmas dealing with shit loads of scared, crying little kids and putting up with an endless line of psychotic, never satisfied mommies? Orrr..." her voice lingered.
"Or what?"
"Well, Nick, we serve, and I do mean, serve, a very discerning clientele."
Nick smiled ear to ear and nodded, "Go on."
"Nick, before applying for the Santa position and you were just an every day normal young man, would you say your name was on Santa's Nice list, or the Naughty list?
"Hmmmm, you guess?" Nick snickered, feelng cocky.
Marla ignored his question.
"Nick, some of our clientele have a reputation for having a bit of a drinking problem and tend to get progressively more touchy feelie with each drink. Would you have any reservations entertaining such women, young or otherwise who might want to just wiggle around on your lap for several minutes as they talk about their Christmas Wish List?"
Nick smiled and shrugged his shoulders, "Well, I'm a good listener. I guess I could just smile and sit there being friendly while they're asking me for outrageous Christmas gifts. Sure, I can do that."
Marla swallowed a wicked smile as she pictured herself sitting on his lap, wiggling against what must be a very large cock.
As she talked and moved from his side to behind him, she squeezed the curves of his muscular deltoid, then gave his shoulders a few squeezes before combing her fingers into his white locks along his temples and past his ears.
She draped both arms over his shoulders, resting her forearms on them before slipping her hands under his beard and between his suit coat and shirt. She whispered some of his potential responsibilities as her nails gently raked across his massive pecs, ultimately trapping his nipples between her thumbs and fingers in a playful pinch.
Nick leaned his head against hers and mumbled his approval.
Marla nuzzled his ear, her gaze locked on the growing bulge pinned to his thigh and cooed, "Oh Saint Nick, I think you're going to be a natural at this."
She retreated as suddenly as she had advanced, her pussy now a cauldron of fire and aching in the worst way. Her entire body felt electric, tingling as it had not done so for a long time. She forced her thighs together as she walked in an attempt to hide the flow trickling down her thighs.
"Let me give you some insight as to what is expected from, our Santas," she said, as she circled around and stopped short of the chair across from Nick. She bent over, pretending to brush something off the seat, knowing, or at least hoping, that his eyes were feasting on her perfect ass. Marla turned slightly and then slipped into the chair opposite him.
Marla's voice may have assumed a business-like tone and her body a prim and proper posture as she sat, but she fooled no one. Every big breath she took filled out her blouse in a most magnificent way. Her bottom lip quivered intermittently, momentarily losing composure as she spoke. The fire between her legs was growing unmanageable.
'Concentrate, damnit!' she scolded herself repeatedly.
"Nick, as I said, we have some very demanding clients here. Most of them are in their thirties to sixties, single, widowed, or wish they were. They are wealthy socialites from the most prominent families in town. With few exceptions, most have nothing to occupy their time or to satisfy their long ignored desires, and cost means nothing to them as long as they get what they want."
Do you know what I mean?" she winked.
Marla's stare into Nick's eyes was penetrating. When Nick nodded his head yes and looked towards the window, she took another peek at his crotch.
"When I say demanding Nick, it might involve more than you are willing to give. You are rather young and, I assume, naive?"
Her lingering stare at his crotch lasted long after he looked back at her. Marla held her gaze long enough for Nick to eliminate any doubt as to what she implied by, 'willing to give.' He watched her slowly cross her legs, exposing the lacy tops of her stockings. She slowly reached down, giving the lacy top of her stocking a seductive caress and the skirt hem a fruitless tug.
"In order to be a Santa for us Nick, you will have to wear a Santa outfit and honestly, I've never seen an outfit that would fit a man your size. If you will contract with us exclusively for the entire season, I'll pay to have custom Santa suits made for you. If all goes well, I will expect you to sign an exclusive, two year extensions with bonuses and other perks after that."
Marla locked eyes with Nick as she uncrossed her legs and scooted quickly to the edge of her seat in one swift motion. Her skirt pushed past the tops of her stockings and her legs parted slightly, revealing a thick patch of red pubic hair.
She pretended to care, and sort of pushed her left hand into her lap to cover herself as she extended her right hand towards Nick, "Deal?"
Nick couldn't resist a taking a longer look between her silky smooth long thighs before meeting her stare.
"Yes Ma'am!! We have a deal," he answered, extending his hand.
"Wonderful news, Nick!" Marla responded with a wink, a slow lick of her lips, and a handshake that ended as her hand circled and slowly slid off his middle finger, "those are mighty long fingers you have there Nick."
Ass still perched on the chair's edge, Marla leaned back and slowly lifted her hands skyward in a long, teasing stretch, feigning fatigue and apologizing in advance as her back arched towards him, brandishing her large, firm tits. She tilted her head backwards with closed eyes, held her pose and let out a long, sensual sigh which ended with a shutter and both hands combing through her hair, "Long day, Nick. Know what I mean?"
She stood and after straightening her skirt, took her time walking towards her desk, knowing Nick's eyes would once again be fixated on her nice tight ass. She imagined a very aroused, aggressive Nick following her to the desk, overpowering her unexpectedly.
She fantasized of him forcefully grabbing her and effortlessly bending over the desk with one of his massive hands to the middle of her shoulders, face pushed into the pile of paperwork as he insulted her with demeaning, vulgar names.
She imagined him arching her neck and back with a swift pull of her hair, and using his free hand, lifting her skirt and forcefully spreading her thighs wide as she reluctantly protested.
She imagined him lifting her leg until her knee rested on her desk, leaving her legs spread wide.
She imagined him using those long thick fingers to roughly split her wet lips and finger fuck her pussy from behind as the other hand groped roughly at her tits.
She imagined him having to cover her mouth to muffle her cries.
She imagined him dropping to his knees behind her, ravaging her asshole and pussy with his long slithering tongue, leaving her in a melting heap of hot flesh.
She imagined him pulling his massive cock out, quickly lubing the head of his spear with her juices before splitting her wide open as he angrily buried himself balls deep inside her.
She imagined the feel of his large balls slapping her hard clit with each hard thrust.
She imagined him fucking her mercilessly, like an untamed animal in heat.
She imagined him selfishly using her pussy as a worthless receptacle for his own carnal pleasures.
She imagined him tirelessly pounding her tight pussy with his massive cockmeat, and leaving her completely spent, sprawled across the desk in the most unladylike position, displayed like a trophy, pussy left agape and his copious volume of cum pouring out of her pussy like slow moving, milky lava.
Caught up in her lust, she nearly forgot why she was standing at her desk. The edge of her desk had somehow found her hard clit and she shamelessly ground against it, sending electrical shocks through her body. She leaned over her desk in a provocative manner, lifting one foot as she stretched to reach her phone. The pose gave Nick another peek at her thigh-highs as her skirt rose high up her legs. She prayed he was looking intently enough to see the glistening arousal he had caused.
She hoped he was getting as aroused as she was. She hoped he would act out her fantasies.
Marla took a deep breath and cleared her voice, "Sara, get Rose, my seamstress on the line right away please."
Marla released the intercom button and shuffled some papers on her desk as she waited, knowing full well Nick's eyes were feasting on her firm apple shaped bottom as she shifted her weight from one foot to the other.
Within seconds it seemed, Sara came back on the intercom, "Rose, on line two."
Nick discretely rubbed his shaft as he watched her shift her weight back and forth, her hand sliding slowly over her hip to smooth out any wrinkles. He listened intently to her low, sultry voice. Then unexpectedly, Marla spun around mid sentence, catching Nick squeezing himself mid shaft. Marla stared at Nick's crotch as she talked to Rose, telling her she needed her to drop everything and come over immediately. She turned her back to Nick and whispered something to Rose, then giggled and set the phone down.
"Nick, I hope you don't mind, but time is in short supply so we need to get you fitted today and give my seamstress Rose time to make your suits. Please tell me you have time this afternoon?"
"Sure, I have all afternoon," Nick said as he stood up, reaching his hands upward until they touched the ten foot ceiling, then stretched.
The thickness of his semi-erect cock looked like he had stuffed a five pound roll of Jimmy Dean sausage down his pants. Even if she had wanted to practice some restraint, Marla's eyes instantly shot towards the bulge, causing her to hold her breath.
"Long day, Marla. Know what I mean?" Nick mocked.
Rose's shop was just half a block away, so she was there in just minutes.
Rose was a beautiful thirty-something year old, petite, 5'5" or so, Vietnamese lady. She had long, jet black hair worn in a ponytail, dark eyes and was very shapely. She had on a simple, light blue cotton work dress that went to mid thigh and buttoned all the way up the front. The bottom three buttons were undone, presumably worked loose from standing and kneeling repeatedly. Rose had her measuring tape dangling around her neck and a pen and pad protruding from her front hip pocket. The plunging neckline screamed, "Look at my nice titties!"
Marla and Rose did the little titties-to-titties, lips-to-lips hello routine. Then Marla, holding Rose's hand, introduced Nick. Nick was still in a slight stage of arousal, which Rose noticed right away and gave Marla's hand a very excited squeeze.
Marla walked to her office door, called out to Sara to lock up on her way out. Then Marla turned towards Nick and Rose, closing the door behind her as she leaned against it.
"Nick, this may sound a bit strange, but we will need you to disrobe so Rose can take accurate measurements. Is that okay?"
Nick wasn't stupid, "Well, if it's part of the job, then sure!"
Marla helped him remove his jacket and hung it over the valet she kept for such occasions. Rose stood in front of him. Even before his jacket was off, Rose started to unbutton his shirt, feasting her eyes on the snowy white chest hair covering his dinner plate sized pectorals. Her eyes danced side to side, marveling at the sight. It took all the will power she could muster not to caress and squeeze his broad chest.
The more of Nick's muscle stretched flesh she revealed, the more aroused both women became. As Rose reached the last button, she tugged one shirttail free, then the other. Nick stared intently at Rose's eyes and she stole glances at him repeatedly.
The mixed scent of both women's arousal and their fragrances made Nick's nostrils flare. His chin lifted ever so slightly and sniffed at the air, like an animal trying to detect the direction of a bitch in heat.
Once the shirt cuffs were unbuttoned and free, Marla reached around him from behind, trembling fingers pulling his forearms behind him. She pulled one cuff over his hand, then the other, leaving him naked from the waist up. She was sopping wet and could feel trickles snaking down her thighs.
Rose's expression turned business-like as she reached for his belt. His lips curled a knowing smile of approval as she pushed the end of the belt through the loop, then doubled it back until the spike fell from the hole, letting the ends spread open.
"Ahhh! Feels better already." Nick smiled.
Rose sucked in a sharp, deep breath, holding it in as she undid the waistline button and fumbled to grab the zipper pull. She slowly unzipped Nick's pants about half way, further exposing a broad trail of white stomach hair that morphed into pubic hair.
Rose couldn't resist slipping her hands inside his waistline, fingers tracing the outlines of his abs and obliques as her hands followed the inner side of the elastic band along his hot flesh. Savoring the feel of every square inch, she circled his waist, she wasn't too surprised to feel Marla's fingers doing the same from behind. Her hands dropped below Marla's, about halfway across his ass cheeks, then slowly returned towards the front with nails raking along his hips, stopping at his zipper. Rose's fully extended fingers and thumbs slipped into the thickness of his pubic hair, and down both sides of the base of his cock. Nick's eyes fluttered closed, sucking in a deep breath.
Rose's eyes widened as she pushed his pants and Jockey briefs low enough to catch sight of his girth. She whimpered noticeably as her trembling fingers traced the area where his pelvic muscles attached to his cock.
"Sit down, Nick." Marla's voice quivered, breaking the silence as she pushed him into the chair by his shoulders.
He crumpled into the seat as Marla joined Rose in front of him, admiring his chiseled physique. Both began tugging on his boots, eager to ultimately get his pants off. They were both bent over, tits swaying freely as they struggled to no avail, which amused Nick.
"Ladies, there's only one way to remove a man's boots. Who wants to go first?"
They looked at each and Rose offered herself as the guinea pig.
"Turn around Rose, spread your legs shoulder wide."
She had no more than turned her back to Nick and spread her feet, when she felt his shin push her dress upwards between her legs, until the cold boot leather made contact with her wet panties. She let out a sweet little yelp as a current of arousal raced through her body.
"Now what?" she panted, catching her breath as she contorted her body to see his face. She was sure he could feel her pussy pulsing against his leg.
Nick smiled,"Now lace your fingers together under the heel and pull up as you pull off."
As Rose did as she was told, bending over at the waist, giving him a nice shot of her wet panties from behind. She felt his other boot in the middle of her ass cheek, gently pushing her forward. His boot finally came off, hitting the floor with the size thud a size 23 boot makes.
All three got a laugh as Rose stumbled and nearly lost her balance as she fell forward into Marla's arms. As Rose straightened her dress, he lowered his leg and motioned for Marla to now do the same on his other leg as he extended it.
Marla gave Nick a long seductive look, wiggled her hips as she lifted her skirt to her waist, high enough for him to get a nice long look, then turned and swung her leg over his as if mounting a pony. She bent over at the waist and reached to grab Nick's foot, giving him another nice view of her lady parts from behind. He lifted his leg until his boot was snug against her pussy and placed the heel of his stocking foot along the crack of her ass.
Marla tugged and tugged at Nick's boot, but it wouldn't budge. She cursed as her whole body wiggled trying to free his other foot. Poor Marla had no idea a man's boot will never come off as long as he has his toes curled inside. Besides, he was sure she was enjoying the struggle. Finally, with Rose's help Nick had both boots off.
As both women stood in front of him. he extended both feet in leg press fashion, straight towards them, right at crotch level. Instinctively, they reached for his socks. As they pulled his socks off, he pushed his feet into their lower bellies, heels right at clit level.
Marla gasped loudly as Nick's enormous foot slid down her pussy hair, his big toe slipping between her shaking legs and and snug against her swollen folds. Nick wiggled his toe, hitting her squarely on the clit. She wrapped both hands around the back of his foot, holding him in place as her hips began grinding herself on his big toe.
Rose felt Nick's toes pushing her wet panties up inside her, teasing at her hard clit as he rubbed on her pussy. She looked at Marla as she began humping Nick's long, thick toes, too. His toes were bigger than some cocks she had fucked.
With one hand holding Nick's foot planted firmly against her pussy, Marla reached for Rose's breasts, groping roughly at them through the fabric, fumbling at her buttons until a breast fell free. Marla closed her eyes and moaned loudly as she quickly worked herself towards an orgasm.
