ANNA JAYE WILDE

11/12/2015

 

Santa’s Little Helper

 

I looked fucking ridiculous. I have no idea why I signed up to do this, three week’s work dressed as a slutty elf helping out at Santa’s grotto in the shopping mall. The job description didn’t say the outfit would be so bloody tiny, my skirt was more like a belt and was really quite inappropriate for a family environment. The pay was awful and to make matters worse Santa had a terrible habit of arriving late, or drunk, or both. I was half an hour early today so I made myself a coffee and waited.

 

As I got my caffeine fix I heard a man’s voice getting closer, not an old, inebriated voice but a younger, sexier tone. Who was this?

 

“Is anyone here? Hello?”

 

I rushed out to see a vision of Christmas cheer before my eyes. He was standing there with a huge smile, a gorgeous guy in his twenties wearing Santa trousers and boots and, fortunately for me, a bare chest. He was muscled, beautiful and you could grate cheese on his perfect abs. His dark hair set off his deep ocean blue eyes that were looking at me with keen interest.

 

“I’m Sean and I’m Santa today! Eric’s ill and I’m replacing him.” Sean was as far from fat and old as it was possible to be. My panties were wet just looking at him, fantasising about sitting on his lap with his cock in my pussy. He looked me over and grinned.

 

“Don’t laugh, it’s embarrassing enough to be wearing this! I’m Layla.” I smiled.

 

“Well Layla, I think you look hot. In fact, your ass in that skirt’s making my dick hard. How about we go in the back for some festivities before we start? Nobody’s around!” His blue eyes fixed to mine and I lost all ability to speak, just about managing a nod. His hand took mine and we sneaked into the back.

 

“Fuck me, that skirt’s so short I can almost see your pussy. Come here.”

 

Sean sat on Santa’s big chair and pulled me in front of him. He ran his hands over my waist and across my hips, settling them on my ass cheeks and giving me a gentle squeeze.

 

“How about we lose the tights, Layla?” There was a sparkle in his eye and a clear bulge in his trousers. I hurriedly pulled off my elf tights and panties. What was I thinking, fucking Santa? This was never in the job description. If it had been, I’m sure the queue of applicants would have been enormous.

 

“You can keep the skirt, it’s not in the way. Now come and sit on my lap.”

 

Sean lifted me up so I was astride him, my legs folded either side of his thighs and his prominent hard on pushing at his trousers between my legs. My hand stroked his cock and I unzipped him, revealing a big, firm dick. I took him in my hands and smoothed my hands up and down his length.

 

“Now, have you been a good girl this year?” He whispered.

I giggled as he spoke and continued to rub his cock. A small groan came from his mouth to signal his enjoyment and I carried on. His hands reached between my legs and he ran his thumbs over my inner thighs, tantalisingly close to my wetness. He was about to find out exactly how good I was.

 

“I’m very good, Sean. I think I need a special present this year. Do you have anything in mind?”

 

Sean’s fingers moved to my wetness and he flicked his finger across my clit, sending a shiver into my body. As I gripped his ever expanding cock, he pinched my clit gently, over and over, his fingers swirling and circling and dipping into my pussy. I moaned into his ear as I leaned closer, imagining his dick inside me. Santa Claus is not supposed to look or act like this!

 

“I’ve got something big for you Layla. A special gift. But it looks like you have already unwrapped it. Oh well. Would you like to play with your new toy?” His words made me wetter and I could tell he noticed as he fingered me, finding more depth and speed.

 

“I would love to play. I’m so ready to play.”

 

“I can see that, Layla. I think you’ve been ready since I arrived.”

 

 He shuffled closer to me and his big dick hovered inches below my pussy. I took matters into my own hands and ground down onto him, his cock sliding inside me. His strong hands held my waist and he lifted me up and down, bouncing my body on him and fucking me hard. I wrapped my arms around his neck and inhaled his cologne and he nibbled the tender skin on my neck as he thrust his cock inside me repeatedly.

 

“You’re so wet, Layla, you feel so good.”

 

He slid in and out of me, stretching my walls with his dick and filling me up completely. It felt so wrong but so right at the same time. I had come to work that day with a cloud over me, wondering if Eric would be pissed and grumpy again. But here I was, legs apart and screwing the most handsome young Santa I had ever seen.

 

Sean rubbed my clit as he fucked me and I was close to orgasm. I slid up and down his dick faster and the movements sent me over the edge and I came hard. Sean wasn’t far behind and I soon felt his juices spurting into me, his cock rippling inside me with pleasure. We stayed still for a few moments as the sensations calmed and we got our breath back. Then he helped me get down and I pulled on my elf tights and made myself decent. Well, as decent as a woman who had just fucked Santa.

 

I heard a beep and Sean pulled out his phone.

 

“That’s a shame. It’s Eric, looks like he won’t be back. He has asked me if I can fill in for him for the next three weeks. What do you think, Layla? Can you handle working with me for a bit longer?” He gave me a cheeky, knowing wink.

 

It looks like Santa will be coming more than once this year!

 

 

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