The Fantasy Series: 2- Santa

Martin was in the elevator of Sam's building, trying not to drop everything he had in his hands. He smiled inwardly at the thought of her reaction when she would find out what he had purchased. After the secretary thing last month, their sexual life had never been better so he thought he could thank her in his own way. The soft "ding" of the elevator snapped him back to reality and he stepped out, towards Sam's apartment. He had told her that he needed to go to his apartment to pick up his mail and some clothes, so that he could go rent his costume without her knowing.

When he came inside, only silence greeted him He frowned and called her. After a few seconds, she came out of her bedroom, her hair tied up and a bottle of nail polish in her hand. She was wearing a blue tank top and one of his boxers.

"Hey sweetie," she said.

"Hey! I think these are mine," he said, gesturing to her boxers.

"Yes, I hope you don't mind but all my boxers are dirty and I couldn't paint my toenails with pants, could I?"

She wriggled her toes, showing him her red-painted nails.

"No I don't mind. That's very cute."

"How many suits did you bring?", she asked, seeing the covered clothes he was holding.

He grinned broadly at her.

"What ? What did I say?"

"Could you do me a favour?"

"Sure."

"Go back in your room and put this on."

He gave her a pink bag.

"And I'm supposed to trust you on this?"

"If you want to have as good a time as last month, you will."

He received the reaction expected as she grabbed the bag with a wide grin and began to go back in her room.

"Uh Sam?"

She turned around to hear what he had to say.

"Don't come out until I say so, okay?"

"Okay."

After he put everything in place and he put his costume on, he called Sam and sat on her couch. When she opened the door, she gasped and brought her hand to her mouth before smiling broadly. She couldn't believe what she was seeing: Martin was on her couch, dressed as Santa Claus. She wasn't the only one surprised as Martin couldn't stop staring at her in her new outfit. Sure he was the one picking it up but he wasn't prepared for the real thing. She was wearing a sexy pink silk bustier with matching panties and nothing more. Her hair was loose and she was barefooted. God she was gorgeous.

"Come here little girl," he patted his thigh.

She almost ran towards him and sat in his lap unable to wipe the huge grin off her face. Martin could be so unpredictable sometimes. Sure, she knew he would do something like that but she had no idea it was going to be tonight. She looked at him, from his Christmas hat, like the one he wore at the Christmas party last year to the fake white beard and the big belly. He was like the perfect Santa.

"So pretty girl, what's your name?"

"Sammie!", she said, excited like a child.

"Well Sammie, have you been a good girl this year?"

She nodded vehemently and brought her arm around his shoulder to stay steady. She didn't want to fall from Santa's lap. Her other hand went to play with his beard, lightly playing with it while she looked at his beautiful eyes - the only thing that showed her this Santa was her Marty.

"So tell me, what do you want for Christmas?"

While she was thinking about it, Martin gazed at her cleavage and brought one of his hands on her hip and the other on her thigh, bringing her even closer to him.

"I know!.", she said suddenly, bouncing in his lap.

Martin groaned lightly. He was already hot in his outfit but now that Sam was squirming on him, he thought he would burst from all the heat.

"Well, tell Santa and I'll see what I can do."

"First I want the last Barbie doll with her Ken, cause you know they are in love so you can't have Barbie without Ken."

"Of course, I understand," he said in mock seriousness.

He was trying to keep her steady in his lap but she wouldn't stop bouncing as she was really excited.

Seeing Sam like this aroused him so much but he knew if he put up with the game long enough, it would be so much better for both of them so he took deep breaths, hoping she would stop talking soon.

"...and I also want a Prince Charming."

That caught Martin's attention.

"What do you want a Prince Charming for?"

"Duh...to marry him of course!"

"I'm sorry, what was I thinking? A Prince Charming's first use is to get married to little girls. So, describe him to me."

"He has to be handsome, with blue eyes because I love that. He has to be tender and caring and also sexy. He needs to be smart because I don't want a dumb husband and funny also because I don't want to be bored. A man that I will be proud to be seen with."

"Well that will be hard to find this Mr. Perfect."

"Oh no, it's not hard, I think I found him already," she grinned, tightenning her grip on him.

"Mmh...I see, but why are you telling me this if you had found him?"

"Because I think it's you my Prince Charming."

His eyes went wide. "Me?"

"I didn't say he was forbidden to wear a beard and a red suit," she chuckled.

"So, since I'm your Prince Charming, what do you want me to do?"

"I want you to punish Danny Taylor."

"Oh I see, Danny Taylor is well-known at the North Pole. He's on the bad boys list. May I ask what he did to you?"

"He kept bugging be for a month about some buttons he found in the tech room. He thinks there are from my black blouse I lost mysteriously. So every morning when I see him, he would ask me if my boyfriend and I had some fun in the office the day before and it's kind of annoying."

"Okay, well I believe Mr Taylor deserves socks this year for Christmas."

"Yeah! Socks, that would be a terrible punishment. But you know Santa, I don't think I can have the Barbie doll and her Ken this year."

He frowned. "Why not?"

She brought her mouth to his ear and whispered: "Because I'm about to be very naughty".

His eyes went wide and his cock sprang to attention. He didn't see that one coming but with Sam he shouldn't have expected less.

"What have you planned, naughty little girl?"

"I'm about to live most little girls' dreams."

"Which is?"

She grinded her ass onto his erection.

"To fuck Santa so hard he won't be able to move until next Christmas."

He whimpered, he was getting so hard and so hot and she was playing with him.

"You know Sammie, I'm not sure that's the dream of every little girl."

"Well it's mine anyway."

She lowered his fake beard and kissed him hungrily, moving to straddle him.

"Mmmh Sammie?"

"What?"

"Can I take off my jacket and belly, cause I'm dying here?"

She looked back at him, pondering the question. But then she thought she could be chest to chest with him, touching him, so she agreed.

"Take off your beard, jacket, belly and your pants but you keep the hat."

After she helped him undress, he was only in his undershirt and boxers and the famous hat was still on his head. There, perfect, she thought as she kissed him again, grabbing his hair to glue her body to his, allowing not even air between them. She kept rubbing her hips onto his hardened member and he had to steady her not to come in his boxers right then. As they broke apart for oxygen, Sam brought her face into his neck, sucking, nipping and biting the skin there, smiling when she felt him shudder and grow harder, if that was even possible. His hands hadn't been idle, meanwhile as he started unhooking all the fasteners of her bustier. Damn that thing was so complicated to take off, why did he choose that one for starters? Because she was so stunningly amazing in it, came a little voice in his head.

Finally, he was able to take it off of her and was rewarded by the sight of her perfect breasts, right in front of him. He bent over to take a nipple in his mouth but she stopped him, shoving his undershirt over his head instead and crashing their upper bodies together. Martin moaned in her kiss at the feeling of her taught nipples against his chest. And suddenly, she was gone, well she was here but he saw her kneeling in front of him and his breath became even more labored at the thought of what she was going to do next. She hooked her thumbs in the waistband of his boxers and lowered them to his ankles, taking his hard shaft between her warm fingers. He gasped and tried to still the movements of his hips when her lips made contact with his member.

Martin decided to enjoy the sensations as he threw his head backwards on the couch, groaning loudly when Sam began taking him fully in her mouth, her head bobbing up and down. He knew Sam's blowjobs were great but right now, it was the best one he had ever had. Her breasts were brushing against his thighs and she was alternating between taking him fully and licking him up, from his balls to his tip. It was too much for him, he needed to stop her before it was too late. He grabbed her arms and made her stand.

"Sam, I need you, now"

She smiled and lowered her panties to the floor and joined him on the couch. But instead of facing him to straddle him like he thought she would do, she sat in his lap, her back to his chest, impaling herself on his cock, her legs spread across his. They both moaned loudly, unable to contain themselves. Sam placed her hands on his knees for leverage while Martin's hands went to her hips, helping her setting a frantic pace to help them reach their climax as soon as possible. She was riding him and could feel he was close so she took one of his hands on her hips and brought it to her clit, hoping he would wait for her. He started applying a strong pressure on her but when he looked down, he saw her perfect ass coming up and down on him, and he had to use all his willpower not to come right then. Sam felt his inner struggle and said between pants:

"You can...I'll be right behind..."

It was all it took before he grabbed her hips and lowered her violently on him, spurting hard and deep inside her. The strentgh of his climax was so intense that it triggered her own orgasm, making her scream his name before she collapsed on him, spent. Martin encircled her waist with his arms and kissed her shoulder lightly while she was trying to breathe normally. After a few minutes, she crept her hand in his hair, behind her and felt the Christmas hat, still on his head. She laughed.

"What is so funny?"

"You. I can't believe you rented a Santa suit in the middle of May."

He smiled and kissed her neck up to her ear.

"You should have seen the look on the vendor's face, he must have thought I was a sick pervert, trying to lure kids into doing some dirty things."

"I'll bring it back if you want so he could see that you had fun with your girlfriend."

"We'll go together then."

"Martin?"

"Yes?"

"Thank you. I had a wonderful time tonight."

"So did I. But next time, you're the one dressing up."

"Agreed."

They were so spent that they didn't have the energy to walk to their bed, so Martin lay down and brought Sam with him so she could be on top of him. She grabbed the big red jacket and covered them with it.

"Night Sammie."

"Night Santa."

TBC