I Seduced Santa

I moved from my hiding place and peeped round the curtain which had been drawn across Santa's Grotto. It was Christmas Eve, and the end of the day. There were no more little screaming monsters, moaning and whining. The last of the customers were being escorted from the shop and Santa's grotto was closed. I had heard Santa tell the manager to lock up behind him, and that he would let himself out as soon as he got changed. There he was – all alone, still in Santa's big chair. Even behind his beard and moustache he looked really fed-up after three weeks of sitting there being a jolly man, performing for the greedy little bastards. I could see the outlines of his long muscular legs through the traditional tight red trousers, as he stretched to relax.

My mouth was dry with tension. I had never done anything like this before. I slipped off my coat, put down my bag and took a quick look at myself in a mirror. Had I overdone the slutty outfit? Nervously I pulled the short, red skirt down to mid-thigh over my black silk stockings. At 27, was I getting too old for this sort of adventure? The black, spike heeled, open sandals which I had changed into, enhanced the curves on my calves, and allowed a good view of my scarlet nail polish, which matched that on my manicured finger nails. The black, short sleeved silk blouse was totally unsuitable for the December weather, particularly with the top two buttons undone, and no bra. When I drew my shoulders back, the outlines of my nipples were clear to see. I brushed back my long auburn hair, and noted how my eyes were gleaming with excitement. I wondered for the umpteenth time if my plan would work.

Taking a deep breath, I took the little package from my bag, and stepped through the curtains. I walked slowly across to Santa, letting him have a good view of what I had to offer. But I also wanted to appear quite nervous and shy. "Hi," I say. "I wasn't sure if you would still be here, there was nobody outside and..."

His eyes widen with surprise as they roam over my body. I continue in what I hope is a timid but teasing tone, "Does Santa have anything for a naughty girl? I really am a very naughty girl," lowering my eyes as if ashamed. How would he react? The silence seemed to go on forever.

Finally he speaks, "How can I help you young lady?" Santa sounded puzzled, but seemed to be going along with my role play. I shuffle my feet nervously then look directly into his eyes. "Yes?" he prompts. I detect a definite note of interest.

"I wondered if I could sit on Santa's knee for a little while," pulling back my shoulders and giving him one my best smiles. After another short silence, "Well, well, well," in his deepest Santa voice, "why don't you come and sit on my knee little girl?" My pulse quickens - so far, so good. I put down my package, and when he parts his legs, I sit on Santa's right knee, with my left arm round his shoulder. Then I quickly swivel and swing both my legs over his other leg. Instinctively Santa closes his legs under me and puts his right arm round my back to support me. So in a matter of seconds, we are in a very cosy position. I know that he will be able to smell my musky perfume, and he has a great view of my breasts down my partly undone blouse. Pressing home my onslaught on his senses, I wriggle slightly, and giggle. My skirt has slipped back, and I detect a bulge through Santa's tight trousers against the underside of my thigh. Continuing my act, I hang my head shyly, hiding behind my hair.

Santa speaks in a normal, but rather choked voice, having abandoned the Santa one. "Well then, I am not sure if we have anything suitable for a big girl like you." I brush my hair to one side and look up. "Oh I don't know Santa," I reply coyly, wriggling my ass against his swelling erection. "I am sure that you can think of something that I would enjoy."

"Oh, really...? Well let's see. But first things first, young lady - I think that you should tell me exactly what a naughty girl you have been," Santa says eagerly, allowing his warm hand to drop onto my thigh. My heart pounds - it seemed that he was going to play along. "Just how naughty have you been?" He continues, starting to move his long fingers on my leg which tingles under the sheer nylon at his touch. "Go on, tell me what you have been up to."

"Well Santa, I sucked a man's cock yesterday," I whisper, hiding behind my hair again.

"Ohh, that is naughty."

"And, what's more, I swallowed his spunk," I add quickly. While, he is no doubt wondering how to respond to that, I continue, "And I let him fuck me too, Santa."

Santa's hand slides higher on my thigh, and the other, round my back, tentatively strokes the outside of my breast. His cock now feels completely erect and is pressing just under the cheek of my ass.

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