13 Haziran 2021

Special Santa Help

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Authors note: This isn’t one of my usually LONG stories, but instead a titillating short little story meant to be fun and…. well you get the idea.

This is my entry for the winter contest. Please vote!”


Lynn’s family and ours have been best of friends for over twenty some years now, pretty much ever since our sons were born. Lynn bought a tanning salon a few years ago as a form of extra income, and her twenty-four year old daughter Emily, frequently helps out with the place. Over the years Lynn and I have done many favors for each other, at one time joking that we were second spouses since her husband is no longer in the picture. My wife didn’t mind too much as long as “it wasn’t in that way” as she put it. I would frequently get called to come fix things at the house or salon.

In the last few years, Emily has grown more and more “friendly” when she sees me, especially if we are alone. There have been some occasions when I felt like she arranged things so we WOULD be alone, which made me a bit uncomfortable. Not because I didn’t like her, and certainly not because she wasn’t good looking. In fact, it was because she was so good looking! She’s a tad shorter than I am, slender, but built like a brick shithouse! She had to quit gymnastics when her breasts decided to take a huge jump in size, ending up around 34 D’s, and she seems to take great pleasure in squeezing them against me when she hugs me, which she seems to do at any opportunity.

Lynn had this great idea on how to draw more customers in to her tanning salon over Christmas. She would have a Santa in the shop on Saturday for the kids to see while mom did her tanning. It really was a pretty good idea. The only problem was a few days before the appointed date, the Santa they had lined up was involved in a traffic accident and was not going to be able to be there. I shouldn’t have been surprised that it was Emilie’s idea when Lynn called and the two of them tag teamed to convinced me to fill in as jolly old Saint Nick. They would even arrange for the costume for me; all I had to do was show up and be nice to the kids. Reluctantly, I agreed, after my wife pretty much told me too.

Saturday rolled around and I showed up at the shop around eight thirty to get ready since the shop was scheduled to open at nine. They had a number of appointments scheduled in the morning and it looked like it would be busy, even without any walk-in traffic.

Emily greeted me at the backdoor giving me a huge full body hug as soon as I was in the door. She was dressed in shorts and a tank top, with no detectible bra on, even though it was a crisp twenty-five degrees out. One thing that I didn’t think about was how hot it was going to be. It was about eighty-five in the shop so that the customers, most of which tanned naked or nearly so, would be comfortable. With me in a long sleeved, furry costume, I was going to roast.

“I hope you got a summer weight Santa suit,” I said to Em as she led me to the tanning room I was going to use as my changing room.

“No, I just figured you could go naked underneath,” she said with a devilish little grin as she led me into the room. “Do you need any help getting ready? I mean, I’m available if you want.”

“No, I think I can manage,” I replied as I shooed her out of the room with a firm swat on her butt cheek, and closed the door behind her. I quickly stripped down to my briefs and looked at myself in the mirror. Still not too bad of shape for a nearly fifty year old guy. I was about a hundred ninety pounds, but I had managed to avoid the beer gut and didn’t look too fat. All the outdoor work around my house and outdoor recreation I do has kept me fairly fit. I wasn’t overly surprised to see that my dick had gotten quite hard from Emily giving me that hug and her suggestion of helping me out. Don’t get me wrong, I find Emily very attractive, and have on occasion fantasized about both her and her mother, but I haven’t ever thought about acting on them because it would mess up our long standing friendship, not to mention my wife would toss me out on my ass.

I started by putting on the fake stomach pad and was about to pull on my Santa pants, when I decided, what the hell, and pulled off my underwear and tossed them on the pile. If she wanted to be playful, maybe I would tease her back just a tad for fun. I finished getting ready and walked out to see Em.

“Hey Santa! You look pretty good!” she said coming from behind the counter, her hard nipples obvious in the thin shirt.

“HO! HO! HO!” I said in my best Santa voice. “Have you been a good girl this year young lady?”

She walked up and snuggled up to me, trying somewhat unsuccessfully to press her body against mine because of the fake stomach. “I have been a very good girl,” she said with a soft giggle, her hand sneaking down between us to press against my pants. “Ohhhhh. But I think I’m about to be a very naughty girl,” she said as she grasped my cock through the pants.

“Well. I only bring presents to good boys and girls, so you better be good because I’m always watching.”

“You’re always watching Santa?” she asked playfully. güvenilir canlı bahis siteleri “Does that mean you watch me at night too?”

“I see you when you’re sleeping, and I see you when you’re awake!” I answered

“Oh my Santa, then you must have seen me all naked this morning,” she said with a giggle. “I was alllll naked, laying on my bed playing with the toy you brought me last year, sliding it slowly in and out of my pussy while I pulled on my nipples and squeezed my tits. Did you see me Santa?”

My dick was already a bit hard when I came out, now it was like a steel rod thinking about what she must look laying there fucking herself. “I’m sorry my dear. I must have missed that this morning. Santa must have been out feeding his reindeer.”

“Well, that’s a shame Santa. You would have really enjoyed watching me push that shiny silver vibrator in and out of my hot wet pussy,” she said in a whisper as she leaned up towards my ear, her hand stroking my cock through the fuzzy pants. “Just sliding it in and out and in and out until I came all over it? Ohhhhh. Does Santa want me to do it again so he can watch me? Just to make sure I’m being a good girl when I do it?”

“I think Santa better go sit down,” I said brethlessly, pulling away from her before things got too far out of hand, or in hand, since she was already rubbing my hard dick through the red pants. I took a deep breath, and exhaled slowly as I walked over and sat down. She grinned that devilish little grin at me again as she watched me adjusting my dick to a more comfortable position. I was already hot, sweating in the beard and hat, and I got even hotter when she stepped behind the counter and slowly pulled up her shirt to uncover her bare breasts.

“Maybe Santa will bring me some sexy new bra’s this year? Something I can wear that will still show my hard sexy little nipples?” she asked as she ran a finger around one of her rock hard nipples. “Or maybe Santa needs to suck on these and make sure that they’re all nice and hard?” This was quickly going well beyond teasing and turning into an outright proposition. Her mother would not be happy. Nor would my wife if this kept up.

“I think you better cover those back up before Santa puts you down in his book as a naughty girl.”

She covered her tits back up and put on a pout. Fortunately, customers arrived before things could get any worse. I spent most of the morning telling kids about my workshop, and how ready Rudolf was to make the trip in about a week. Overall, things went pretty well. It was getting to be lunch time and the last appointment for the morning was in her little room and I had just turned on a video of Rudolf for the two kids, a boy about seven and a girl about ten. I got up and walked back towards my changing room to take a break from the hot costume, and wipe some of the sweat off my body. As I stepped to the door of my changing room, the door across from mine opened and I saw the lady peek out through the partly open door.

“Psst. Santa,” she said quietly.

I turned and she motioned me inside and then closed the door behind her. She was about thirty years old, five ten or so, slender and not badly proportioned from what I could tell through the towel wrapped around her body.

“Hi Santa,” she said almost bashfully. “Would you mind if I sat on your lap too?”

Putting on my best Santa demeanor, I replied, “Certainly young lady,” I said as I sat down in the chair in the little room. She moved over and sat down on my lap. Fortunately, she wasn’t too heavy.

“I haven’t sat on Santa’s lap in a long time,” she said almost giggling.

“And what’s your name young lady?”

“Holly,” she said brightly.

“And what would you like for Christmas Holly?”

“Can I tell you a story first Santa?” she asked.

“Certainly,” I said. “Santa always enjoys a good story.”

“Well…” she started. “A long time ago, when I was a really little girl, you started coming to our house on Christmas Eve. You came every year when I was little. You’d bring a little present for my brother and me, and we would open them up and then we would go off to bed and in the morning all the big presents would be under the tree. You came for years, until I was too big for Santa, and I knew it was really just Mister Johnson from next door, but my little brother still liked you coming. My daddy got busier and he was never home at Christmas anymore. He was always traveling.”

“When I was twelve, you came like always and we opened our presents and went off to bed. After awhile I heard some noise and I snuck to the top of the stairs and saw Mommy sitting on your lap naked and you were tickling her breasts with your whiskers. It looked like she really liked it because pretty soon she was wiggling all over your lap. I ran back to bed before anyone saw me. I told a few of my friends but none of them believed me, so the next year after I went to bed I snuck back right away. I saw mommy take all her clothes off and sit on your lap. You asked her if she had been a good girl and she said she had been, but she was about to be very naughty and güvenilir illegal bahis siteleri needed to be spanked. Then she got up and laid over Santa’s lap. He spanked her a bunch of times, but she didn’t cry, she seemed to like it. Then she got up from his lap and sat down on his lap facing him. She bounced up and down on his lap for a long time while he tickled her breasts with his whiskers. After a little while, she cried out that she was coming and her whole body shook while Santa made some grunting noises. I snuck back to my room after she kissed him and told him thank you for the present. I didn’t know what present she meant. Mister Johnson moved away the next year and my mommy was really sad. My daddy moved out that year too.”

“I’m a big girl now, and I know very well what Santa was doing with Mommy, and why she liked it so much.”

“I see Holly,” I said after a long silence. “You were going to tell me what you wanted for Christmas.”

She stood up from my lap and dropped her towel, leaving her completely naked, not a tan line on her very sexy body. “I would really like it if you would do to me what Mister Johnson did to mommy,” she said blushing.

“I see Holly,” I said quietly. It wasn’t every day you had a good looking woman proposition Santa. “Have you been a good girl?”

“I have been a very good girl, but I hope I’m going to be a very naughty girl in a few minutes.”

“In that case, I think maybe we better spank you right now,” I said, holding a hand out to her. If my wife found out I was doing this I would be dead meat, but my hormones were thinking for me right now. She stepped close to me and I leaned her over my lap. I reached under her front and gently squeezed one of her firm C cup breasts with my right hand and gave her a quick swat on the ass with my glove covered left hand. It didn’t make much noise, but she jumped in surprise. I stroked her ass with my hand before giving it another swat. I again stroked her ass with my hand, this time stroking down between her legs which she spread to give me access. I gave her a third swat, after which I pulled my glove off and stroked her bare ass and pussy, allowing my middle finger to penetrate her wet lips.

“Oh yes,” she moaned quietly as I pushed one finger deeper into her, feeling her hot wet body squeeze around it.

“Would you like to feel Santa’s candy cane in here?”

“Oh yes Santa. I would very much like to feel that,” she said quietly.

I helped her up off my lap and she untied my Santa pants and pulled them down while I lifted myself off the chair. She straddled the chair and reached between us, guiding my dick to her wet pussy as she sat down, having to lean back quite a ways to slide under my fake belly.

“Ohhhhhh that’s a very nice candy cane,” she said as she slowly impaled herself on my raging hard-on pushing slowly down my shaft. I could feel her hot wetness slowly envelope me, her velvety depths caressing my cock as it consumed my length. I pulled her to me as best I could around the fake stomach, and quickly sucked a nipple into my mouth as she began to slowly bounce up and down my dick. She pulled up until only my head remained inside her and then slid down until my full length was buried inside her. Each stroke caressed and teased my dick, slowly inching me towards an inevitable orgasm. She had to be enjoying the sensations as well, as she moaned quietly with each stroke down on me. As I sucked her nipple, teasing it with my tongue and trying to keep her bouncing tit in my mouth her speed began picking up. With each stroke, she began thrusting down more forcefully, driving me up into her until my head smashed into her cervix. Up and down she rode, her tits soon bouncing wildly as I gave up trying to suck them, her bouncing increasing its rhythm until she was practically throwing her body down my shaft. I let my hand capture her nipples, her tits pulling against my grip with each thrust down onto my cock. I was soon doing everything I could to keep from filling her pussy with my cream, trying to hold back until she found that perfect amount of stimulation.

“Oh god. I’m going to cum,” she suddenly squeaked as she continued to bounce wildly on me, her hips rocking with each thrust down, her pussy starting to spasm and clamp around me. I closed my eyes and tried to push off the inevitable, only to lose the battle after only a few dozen more strokes. My body jerked hard, firing the first jet of cum into her hot pussy the same time her body shuddered, and she slammed down on me. She ground her clit and pussy into me as hard as she could as her body shuddered and trembled. My dick pulsing and spurting cum deep into her with each new jerk of my body. She shuddered and cooed how good it felt, until finally collapsing against me, panting for breath. I held her against me as my dick subsided, only an occasional twitch to match her own body’s fading tremors. We sat like that for some time before she sat back up and kissed me on my whisker covered lips. “Thank you Santa,” she said quietly. “That was exactly what I have wanted for Christmas for a very long time.”

“You’re güvenilir bahis şirketleri welcome Holly,” I whispered, still a bit out of breath myself.

She smiled and stood up, using the towel to clean both of us up. I sat with my pants around my ankles and watched her dress. She seemed to be enjoying dressing slowly, giving me a view of her body from every angle as she put each piece of clothing on. She bent over to push her leaking pussy out at me, to show me my cum slowly oozing from her still occasionally clenching vagina as she stepped into her white bikini panties. She pulled them up her legs ever so slowly to give me plenty of opportunity to enjoy the view of my work. It was almost a disappointment when she straightened and turned to face me, putting on her bra and covering her very sexy breasts. Once she was fully dressed she knelt down and gave my dick a gentle kiss before helping me stand and pulling my pants up. Once we were both decent again, she hugged me as best she could with the fake belly pad on and kissed me softly on the lips. “I hope you play Santa again next year,” she whispered before letting go and disappearing out the door. I walked back into my changing room and closed the door, taking a deep breath. That was an interesting but unexpected encounter. I could only hope now that no one noticed my absence.

“Santa, you have visitors.” I heard Emily call.

I walked out and did my Santa routine for a little girl who’s twenty something mother was tanning. After that things got slow, customer wise.

“So Santa, did she like her Christmas present?” Emily asked.

“Who?” I asked, trying to sound innocent.

“The naughty girl you spanked in the other room.”

“You saw?” I asked incredulously.

“Uh huh.” She nodded. “I saw her close the door with you inside, but it didn’t latch so I snuck back and peeked through the crack. Santa sure does have a nice looking candy cane.” She grinned. “I sure would like to see how it fits inside me!”

“Your mother might not appreciate it, and I’m sure my wife won’t.”

“I don’t think either of them would appreciate what you already did,” she said with an evil grin. “For a price, they won’t ever know!”

Here it came, I was dead meat now. It was my own fault. I should have used my brain instead of my dick to think with. “What price is that?”

“I want you to fuck me,” she said simply.

“Why?” I asked seriously

“Men are so dense!” she answered, shaking her head. “I’ve been trying to seduce you for almost two years. You just never seemed to get the picture. Don’t you remember the time at the lake last year when we were riding in the boat and my tits bounced out of my bikini top?”

I did recall that. I tried my best not to look, since her mom was sitting in the boat right next to me. Fortunately, Lynn was looking back at the tubers we were pulling when I hit the big wake and one of Emilie’s tits bounced out into plain sight. She seemed to take forever to notice it and put it back in. “I remember,” I finally answered.

“It took me forever to get the strings just loose enough for that to happen. I really wanted you to see me. You walked right past the tent window while I was standing naked and you didn’t see me.”

“That still doesn’t answer why,” I said, still hoping there was a way out of this.

“Because I’ve had a crush on you for years, and after I broke up with my last boyfriend, I decided I wanted to have sex with you,” she answered, almost as if it were an obvious fact as she walked over to the door and locked it and flipped the out to lunch sign. Then she walked towards the back of the shop, pulling me by the hand. Once she was around the corner, and out of sight of the windows, she let go of my hand and pulled her shirt off. Tossing her shirt aside, she unsnapped her shorts and let them fall to the floor as she walked barefoot down the hall, stepping out of them as she walked. She stepped into the last tanning room on the hallway and waited there for me, and turned to face me as I stepped in.

Her young body looked silky smooth and evenly tanned, without a single line to mar her big soft tits, each drooping slightly and causing her nipples to point slightly upward like little cocks begging to be sucked. Her dark pink areolae were round and puckered, covering a good quarter of the front of each breast. My eyes traveled down over her smooth firm looking stomach to her bare mound and completely shaved pussy, her round full outer lips peeking at me from between her creamy thighs.

“Now. I’m about to be a very, very naughty girl and I think Santa needs to give me a spanking,” she said as she took my hand again and pulled me into the room and over to the chair, waiting for me to sit down.

I moved around her and she reached out and untied my pants and let them fall before I sat down. With a devilish little grin, she stepped beside me and then lay across my lap, pinning my quickly hardening dick between my legs and her stomach. I pulled off the white costume gloves and decided that if she wanted to be spanked, I would. I reached my right hand under her and held one of her large tits in my hand, squeezing her nipple between my fingers as I massaged the soft round breast. Without warning I swatted her ass hard, leaving a red mark on her butt. She yelped in pain but stayed bent over my lap. I rubbed across her butt gently stroking her whole butt before giving her other cheek a stinging swat.

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