Fucking Santa's Little Helper

Tugging on her special little outfit before she entered the stage, which needed no alterations, Chantel took a deep breath and put on her brightest smile. She walked out and greeted her audience with an elated “Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays” to appease any type of celebrator in the crowd. Everyone was happy to see her because she was Santa’s little helper and that santa would soon follow her and they could get on with the show. Dressed in a short, red, velvet, two piece little number, reminiscent of Santa’s suit, she felt ultra femme.

“Get in line before Santa comes! He’ll be out in just a minute.”

She slipped behind the gingerbread house and informed Santa that they were ready. He told her thanks and brushed against her as he was walking to the stage. She felt a tingle deep inside of her sending sensual thoughts of Santa into full speed in her mind. Chantel loved to flirt and santa wasn’t half bad looking. Not the classic fat, white guy in a suit, just a little thick around the waist. No one would knew because his suit offered padding for what his body lacked. She loved a tall man with dark brown complexion.

While on a break she had discovered that the gingerbread house was actually a house, with a table and chair and minature tree inside. She took it upon herself to be the first inside to rest her feet before leaving for the day. She put her feet up on the footstool and leaned back in the big comfy chair. Before her eyes closed for 5 minutes she heard someone coming in. she opened her eyes to see santa half out of his costume.

He wasn’t delighted to see her sitting in the chair and he was about to leave before chantel spoke.

“sorry I didn’t think you were going to stick around much longer. I heard you tell one of the elves that you were going to leave in time to get home to your family. How many children do you have?”

“3. and you are right I did say that. See ya later.” He turned to leave once again and chantel jumped from the chair to stop him. He didn’t put up much of a fight to her relief.

“you can have the chair and I’ll sit on the footstool and we can talk. I don’t have much family to go home to. Just going to see my parents on Sunday and that’s about it. I wish I had someone to go home to. Christmas can be very lonely and frustrating.”

“why is it frustrating? You don’t have to do much shopping. So why are you complaining?”

“I don’t but I meant sexually.” She was blunt and purposely. She wasn’t sure if santa was married and still held out hope that if he was that things were lacking in the bedroom.

“Oh yea. He laughed at her comment and decided to get a better look out her body. She was tight and phat in all the right places. Nice ass, sexy legs, just the right amount of breast and those coy expressions she wore. “for the past few years, I have spent Christmas frustrated msyelf. It’s been a while. Since the divorce I just have focused on my kids. Hence this suit. I love showering them with gifts.”

Chantel was delighted to know that mr. santa wasn’t married. “so what do your friends call you santa?”

“Cory.”

Chantel rose from her footstool and stood in front of him. When she was close enough to feel his breath on her stomach she stopped and ran her finger down the bridge of his nose.

“Cory. I ain’t gonna lie. You are very sexy. I love a man like you. And I would love to kiss you right now.”

He pulled her close and they kissed deeply. He made sure to caress her body and squeeze her breasts as he moaned. She landed in his lap and began to grind. Her skin was so soft and warm. He found his way under her top and began to feel her breast again. They were perky and firm. Rolling her nipple around between his fingers he took her top off and took one into his mouth. He sucked long and hard and licked. She groaned his named and grinded harder onto his dick. Her pussy felt extra fat. The grinding was making him moist with pre-cum.

She slipped from his lap and got her knees and buried her head in his lap. He lay back and took her long strokes with her mouth for what seemed like hours. With every slurp she sucked and licked his dick. It had been a while but her skills made it seem like it had been forever. He had never had it like this before. He grabbed her hair and ground her head into his lap as he pounded back. Not wanting to cum before he felt her pussy, he removed her head from his lap and kissed her, their tongues flicking each other. He rose from his chair, took her hands in his, lifting her from her knees. It was her turn to be pleased orally.

She pulled her skirt up as high on her waist as she could. Her red boy cut panties were sexy and showed the fatness between her legs. Santa laid her back on the footstool and slid her panties to the side, only he didn’t see a slit. She spread her legs wider so that her treasure could be seen.

Chantel pulled her dick towards upfront and it sprang up ready for oral action. For a moment Cory seemed hesitant. He looked at chantel and back her dick. She thought he was about to get up and beat the shit out of her. but instead he took her stick deep into his throat. Her dick was fat, around 8 inches long. Girth was her best asset. He wrapped his hands around the base of her dick. She lay back over the footstool her hands behind her on the floor holding her body up. He licked her balls and the tip of her dick like a pro. Slow circles on her dick and quick, stiff licks on her balls. Taking one into his mouth and rolling it around. the vibrations from his moans made the hairs on chantel’s body stand up. Putting attention back on her dick, he slurped pre-cum. Pumping her piece hard and fast she as about to cum in his mouth. He moaned with pleasure and seemed to enjoy it more than she did, which was a hell of a lot. Her hips rose with every other slurp he made. The end was near and she couldn’t take it any longer. She saw stars as he swallowed every drop of her.

“Turn over.” He said with his dick in his hand standing over her, wearing only his boots. She did as she as ordered and displayed her fat ass in all its glory. As she rested her elbows in the seat of the chair and her knees on the footstool, she pulled her knees in closer to her body so that her ass would spread just enough that he could easily see her blazing entry way.

She felt globs of spit land on her hole and his finger slide in firmly. Inserting 2 fingers, she pushed back onto him and began to moan his name. He pressed his dick into her ass gently, holding her waist to steady himself. As he pushed in, she pushed onto. He held onto her shoulders and rolled his hips onto her ass. They went on like this for a few minutes, the most intense few minutes of chantel’s sexual history. He made her feel more like a woman than she had ever felt with any man. He came in her ass as she thought of how good her body felt, the electricity spreading all over her body, reaching her fingertips. She jerked her cock when she felt him coming down from his orgasm. He was leaving her pink hole when she jumped from the footstool and pushed him onto the floor and straddled his face. She came all over his lips. And he licked up every drop.

They gathered their clothes, had one long kiss, and exchanged numbers, planning not to spend Christmas alone in their beds this year. They left the “North Pole” going their separate ways. Chantel gleamed with delight as she felt the dull, pleasurable pain inside her pink hole that would remind her of him until she saw him again of his dick pounding her ass. Cory walked out of the mall, happy he had decided to go all out on gifts for his children this year and happy he dressed up as Santa.

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