In college, I worked as an intern in the Athletic department, mostly in promotions. During my junior year, the promotions team decided we would have Santa Claus on campus for young kids to come visit and the school mascot there to draw the kids in. Well, since I’m 6’5” and built like Santa, there was no escaping the fact I would have to dress in the Santa suit.
It went well, and I had fun doing it. The kids were great, and there were plenty of hot moms there for eye candy! Some even played along and flirted right back when I asked if they had been a good girl this year or if I had to put them on the “Naughty List.”
My three-hour window of playing Santa had come to an end, so I went back up to a small room under the bleachers where I had originally changed into my Santa persona. Well, also behind these bleachers, right next to the room I was using to change, was an area large enough for the school dance team to practice. Apparently, their practice session was just coming to an end as I came up the stairs, because suddenly, I had about 15 young women, 18-22 years old, all excited to see Santa and come running up to me. They were dressed in their costumes for their next dance performance. A nice and sexy red outfit, with the white fur at the top and bottom of the dress. They had tiny red shorts on under the skirt, since this was to be worn in public.
I wasn’t the smoothest with women back then, but I also wasn’t dumb. I played right into the Santa character. I turned on the flirtations a bit like I did with the moms earlier. I asked if they had been good or if I needed to put on the “Naughty List.” This brought about plenty of giggles and smiles. As luck would have it, there was a chair sitting off to the side of their practice area.
I announced to the group that was standing around that if they would like to sit on Santa’s lap and tell me what they would like for Christmas that I would be sitting on the chair off to the side. This elicited more excited giggles than the Naughty list question. To be honest, I never expected any of them to take me up on it. I was just being flirty and having fun with it. When I turned around, there were about ten of the young women following me to the chair. It’s a good thing I was wearing the fake white beard, because my face flushed with excitement at seeing the line!
The first couple were innocent and just told me things like, “I want to pass all my finals,” or “I hope my boyfriend proposes at Christmas.”
Some were downright dirty and said they wanted to “get laid at their party that weekend” or “I hope Santa comes down my chimney this year.” These women would then hug me to their chests and squirm on my lap.
I don’t know how many of you have ever had this many fit, young, stunningly beautiful, athletic bodied women sit on your lap in a short period of time, but I tell you I was doing everything I could to not bone up and cum in my pants!
As the line was winding down, I could see the woman at the end of the line looking a bit nervous. She was a small little thing. She was only 4’11 with blond hair that was up in a ponytail. She had a tiny little waist that I could damn near wrap my giant hands around and touch my fingers together. She had the cutest naturally pink lips and slight dimples in her cheeks when she smiles. I could tell she spent a lot of time working out as she had the tightest little body and I could almost see her abs through the little red dress she was wearing. I was on autopilot for the last couple women before her. I couldn’t stop glancing over at her every few moments.
I focused the best I could on the last woman before her. Trying to regain my composure. When I was done with the last one, I started to say “next” but was cut off by the sight before me. This little vixen had bent over to tie her shoe but pointed her perfect little toned ass in my direction. If I wasn’t mistaken, it looked like she had even hiked those little red shorts up a bit, so parts of her firm cheeks were peeking out the bottom.
As she was walking up to me, I could see that her cheeks were flushed and the two hard points of her nipples were poking the top of her dress out, just under the white fur trim. In my head, I felt this was going to be a good one!
When she sat on my lap, her feet didn’t touch the floor due to our vast height difference. I asked, “And what is your name?”
“Bree,” she responded in a shaky breath.
When she looked me in the eyes, I asked her, “Have you been a good girl this year or does Santa need to put you on his Naughty List?”
As soon as I asked the question, I could feel Bree catch her breath, almost like she stopped breathing a moment because of the question. Her cheeks turned a bright shade of pink, and she got the cutest little grin on her face. And I swear I saw her two little nipples get even harder in her top. She even started to squirm on my lap a little bit. Which did absolutely nothing to make my cock not continue to harden. In fact, it felt a little bit like she was doing it on purpose.
I asked her the question again, and she still didn’t answer. I could see her looking around like she was shy and didn’t want anyone to hear her reply. I looked around as well and saw that most people were gone or walking away.
“Do you want to tell me in a more private area so others can’t hear you?” I asked Bree.
With the cutest little “yes” and shake of her head, she hopped off my lap.
I stood up as she got off my lap. The red velour material of the Santa costume pants did absolutely nothing to hide the fact that I had a hard-on. It was a good thing the room I used to change was only a matter of feet from where we had been sitting.
She followed me into my dressing room. I closed and locked the door behind her. With the click of the lock, her body seemed to stiffen slightly as she gave a sharp intake of breath.
I turned to her and said, “Look what you’ve done to me,” as I gestured towards my hard-on. “Teasing me with your tight little ass and those sexy little nipples poking through your top.”
I let that sink in for a moment before I continued, “After that tease, I already know you’re going on the Naughty List. The question is, what are you gonna do to get off that list? I saw how you hiked up those little shorts before tying your shoes. Do you like showing off to Santa?”
I saw her blush an even deeper shade of pink as she shook her head yes.
“Naughty girl,” I said, “why don’t you show Santa what those shorts look like from the front pulled up nice and tight like that.”
She paused a few moments to contemplate before I saw her release a big breath like she was giving in to my command.
As she slowly lifted the front of the costume skirt she was wearing, I saw the prettiest little camel toe come to view. My breath caught in my throat the moment I saw her hard little clit poking out the front of those shorts.
“Oh, my! Someone looks excited,” I said to her. My eyes locked onto that little bump of her hard clit. I stepped closer to her, just within arm’s reach. I reached my left hand out to her right side where the zipper was located. I swiftly pulled the zipper down, before she could react and pulled the top away from her body.
Her breasts were 32B but looked much larger on her small frame and topped with the cutest little medium pink shaded nipples. The areola was about the diameter of a nickel, with her nipple sticking out roughly a quarter inch. If I had to guess, she was maybe 100 pounds, soaking wet. Her stomach and arm muscles were very toned after her years of gymnastics.
I reached both hands up to grasp her nipples and the moment my hands touched those perfect little nipples, her entire body shuddered.
“Did you just cum, babygirl?” I asked her.
All she could do was shake her head yes while she tried to catch her breath. My hands still hadn’t released her nipples.
I could smell her arousal in the air as my nostrils flared, trying to inhale it all.
I released her nipples and said, “Let’s take those bottoms off too. It’s only fair since you were grinding your tight little ass on my cock a little bit ago.”
I half pushed; half guided her to the floor and proceeded to take her skirt and little shorts off at the same time.
“Naughty girl! Wearing the tiniest little panties under your uniform. They are soaked!” Her pussy lips were so swollen that they were starting to swallow the front of her panties.
She watched me put her panties in my pocket. “A little memento for me to enjoy later,” I said. My hand was damp from her arousal-soaked panties as I pulled my hand from my pocket. I put two of my fingers that were damp from her panties to her lips and said, “Suck my fingers clean.” She moaned at the taste of her aroused pussy on my fingers. Her tongue snaking between my fingers cleaning every bit of herself from them.
I pulled my fingers from her mouth and stared at one of the cutest little pussies I had ever seen. Her tiny little clit protruding from between her extremely swollen pussy lips. The lips were slightly pinker than the surrounding skin and swollen from her arousal.
I said to her, “You sure love showing off to Santa. You’re pussy is so swollen and wet for me.”
Without giving her or myself time to think, I dove my face into her pussy and started licking her from asshole to clit. Her taste was divine. I moaned into her pussy, sending vibrations straight to her clit. Before I could even think about inserting a finger, she was cumming on my tongue. Her strong thighs squeezed my head. Her hands in my hair were holding me in place. I kept sucking on her clit through her orgasm. The moment I felt the slightest relaxation of her legs; I brought the middle finger of my right hand and placed it at the entrance to her pussy. I slowly slid it in until my finger was as deep as it could go. I curled my finger up until I found the unmistakable feel of her G-spot.
As I tapped and rubbed her G-spot, I slid my left arm up to grasp her breast, the hard nipple poking the middle of my palm. As I sucked on her clit, I made sure to flick the tip of my tongue across the hard nub of her clit.
I could feel her pussy walls start to grasp and squeeze my finger as she got closer to the edge of her climax. I kept up my pressure with my mouth and finger, wanting her to explode in orgasm on my face. I could hear her breath coming in shorter gasps as I continued my assault.
Finally, she held her breath and her body tightened up and lifted my face off the floor as she pushed her pussy into my face and let go. I could feel her walls pulsating on my finger as I continued to tap her g-spot. I wanted to draw this orgasm out as long as I could.
“That’s a good girl, cum all over Santa’s beard. Send him home to Mrs. Claus smelling like your wet little pussy!” I swear that last little comment made her shudder a bit more in excitement!
As soon as I was able to pull my fingers from her vice-like grip, I kneeled up a bit straighter and looked down. My hard on was tenting out my pants very noticeably. I knee walked up to her body until my thighs touched hers. I said to Bree, “pull my cock out.”
She reached her hand into the waistband of my pants and grasped my cock and pulled it free. Pre-cum collecting at the tip. Her tiny little hand on my average six-inch cock made it look so much bigger. My slightly more girthy than average didn’t allow her fingers to touch as she wrapped her hands around me.
I replaced her hand with mine and rubbed my head between her swollen lips, stroking across the hard nub of her clit each time. Making her moan with each stroke. After 7 or 8 strokes across her clit, smearing my precum across the tip, I stopped at the entrance to her pussy and just held it there.
Bree whimpered and said in a breathy voice, “Please put it in!”
I looked her in her eyes and said, “Tell me how much you loved teasing Santa. That you were hoping I’d take you somewhere and fuck your tiny, wet, little pussy. Make you beg for my cock. Tell me you’ve always wanted Santa to make your pussy his and cum in your wet little chimney!”
Each sentence made her hunch her hips up to my cock, trying to take me inside her.
“Tell me now, or Santa will leave you empty. Taking his full sack elsewhere,” I teased her.
Bree looked me in the eyes through her half-lidded eyes, full of desire. “I love to tease you, Santa! My pussy got wet the moment I saw you. I’m a naughty girl for pulling my shorts up tighter and letting you see me like that. Please fuck me like the naughty girl I am. Empty your Santa sack in me. Fuck my tight little pu….”
She had a sharp intake of breath before I let her finish saying “pussy” as I started sliding my cock into her in one long stroke. Making her feel the stretch in one stroke.
As I bottomed out in her, her legs wrapped around my waist as my balls settled onto her wet little asshole. I ground myself into her for a few moments, letting her get used to the intrusion. Slowly I pulled back, feeling the grip of her pussy trying to suck me back in. When I got to where just the head of my cock was inside her, I pushed back in hard. I could tell she needed to be fucked and fucked hard!
My pace got faster and harder. The wet squelching from her pussy as we fucked against each other made some of the hottest wet skin slapping sounds I’ve ever heard, even to this day.
“Oh Santa, please fuck me harder!” Bree moaned loudly.
“Tell me you’re a naughty girl. Tell me you need Santa to fill you up so you can get on the ‘Nice’ list,” I growled out between thrusts. I grabbed her arms and pinned them above her head on the floor, her breasts bouncing with each thrust into her wet folds.
“I’m a naughty girl! I tease Santa so he’ll fuck me. I need Santa to empty his sack into me!”
I could feel her pussy walls rippling with excitement with each word she spoke. She truly was into being used like this. I kept fucking into her as hard as I could.
Suddenly, a moan from deep in her diaphragm came out, “Uggggghhhhhh.” Her legs pulled me in tight as I felt her pussy start to orgasm on my cock.
It only took me a few more thrusts into her during her orgasm for me to say, “Here comes Santa Claus, right down Santa Claus Lane,” playing into the song lyrics.
I pushed into her as deep as I could as my balls unloaded inside her. Eight powerful jets of cum filling her pussy from Santa’s sack.
I lay partially on top of her, both of us enjoying the aftershocks of powerful orgasms together. Finally, I started to pull back, my cock still partially hard. A sexy, wet sucking sound came from her as I pulled out.
“Clean Santa’s cock before you get dressed,” I told Bree.
She eagerly leaned forward and cleaned all remnants of our orgasms from my cock. Looking up at me and smiling as she did with those beautiful eyes of hers.
When her mouth popped off my cock, she asked, “Am I off the ‘Naughty List’ now, Santa?”
I just grinned down at her and said, “You did an excellent job. You are off the list now”
She smiled at me and stood up. I was still kneeling, so this put me at eye level with her pert breasts and hard nipples. She hugged me to her chest, and I couldn’t help but suck a nipple between my lips.
She moaned and said, “Thank you, Santa! I can’t wait until next Christmas!”
She stepped back and started picking up her clothes and getting dressed. Her soaked little panties were still in my pocket. When she was dressed, she unlocked the door and walked out, closing the door behind her. I was still slightly breathless at this point. Not believing what had just happened.
Three weeks later, after the holiday break from school, I happened to cross paths with Bree walking down the sidewalk on campus. I said “hi” to her as we met, but she didn’t even bat an eye in my direction. It was like...
