Santa's Stand In - Erotic Couplings
The stand in for the store Santa loses it with his sexy Elf.
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Copyright Nikki Hall 2019
All sexually active characters in this work of fiction are over the age of eighteen
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Edited by Tex Beethoven
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"Hey Grant, you've got your police certificate that clears you to work with children don't you?"
"Yeah, of course I have."
"Excellent. Then you're Santa."
"What the fuck?"
"Phil broke his leg last night; so ... he can't play Santa, and we don't have time to find anyone else. You're it," Barry explained.
"I'm a nineteen-year-old, six foot four dork and I don't like kids. I don't even like working in the toy section! I am not a credible Santa," Grant protested.
"Doesn't matter. We don't have anyone else. The suit's in the back. We'll find something to stuff in it to pad out your scrawny frame, and you can tell all the mums and kids you're just Santa's helper. They won't care, as long as they get to tell you about all the shit they want. Speak to Melanie, she'll give you the rundown on what you can and can't promise the little bastards."
"Santa isn't in my job description! Nothing was ever said about even possibly having to play Santa," Grant complained.
"Too bad, you're it."
"Fuck."
Grant accepted the fact that Barry was at least gracious enough not to chew him out for cursing and ended up slinking off to the back of the store to meet with Melanie; an older but attractive woman he'd previously only run into a couple times during his employment at the department store.
"You're going to be Santa? You?!" she scoffed, disbelief in her voice.
"That's what I was told by Barry. Repeatedly."
"Well you're not bringing much to the table for me to work with, but let's see what we can do. Strip out of your clothes and put this suit on," she instructed him, handing him a cheaply made Santa suit.
"What, right here in front of you?"
"You're wearing underwear, aren't you?"
"Well, yeah ..."
"Get on with it then; Santa is expected to be out there in fifteen minutes, and we don't have time for you to waste traipsing off to the change room."
Grant sighed and turned his back to the woman as he started pulling off his shirt and trousers.
"Good lord, you're a bag of bones," Melanie noted, not looking away to give him any privacy and not being subtle about it. "I'll have to find a lot of something to stuff out that suit." Grant didn't bother objecting. He knew he was scrawny. Hell, it wasn't like he ever did anything physical. He pulled the top on, and then the pants. He stumbled clumsily as he went to put his second leg into the pants, but instead fell to the floor awkwardly. Melanie went to grab him to help, but she missed and ended up looming halfway over him as he sprawled on the concrete floor.
"Well I guess we don't have to stuff your pants, at least," she laughed, her gaze directed at his crotch.
Grant glanced down and noticed the head of his cock was hanging out the leg of his boxers, which had ridden up his right leg when he'd fallen. He blushed furiously and scrambled to restore what passed for his dignity.
"Don't worry, I won't be telling anyone," Melanie laughed, helping him to his feet. He finished pulling the pants on, and then Melanie told him to take the top back off so she could pad him out. She wrapped some cloth around his middle, using it to strap a couple of small cushions to his front, before letting him put the top back on. She examined him critically.
"Beard and wig then," she said, reasonably satisfied with what she saw. As she fitted a poorly made wig, beard and hat to his head, she gave him a quick rundown of the do's and don'ts of playing Santa in the department store, finishing with, "If you get stuck with anything, have a quick chat with Lara, she's working as the elf this season."
"Lara Hunter?"
"That's her. Cute little brunette."
Grant swallowed, and suddenly cared a little more about how he looked. Lara was one of the cutest girls he'd ever met! They'd been at school together, but they hadn't ever moved in the same circles. And here at the store she worked in the girl's clothing section, so he never had cause to cross paths with her, given he usually worked in the toy section.
"Right, well you're as good as you're going to get, with the time we have," Melanie announced. "Ho ho ho, and all that."
Grant wandered out, in through the back of Santa's grotto and into the space set aside for the children to come and see Santa. As he entered, Lara was busy tidying something up, Wwhile facing away from him and bending over. Her outfit consisted of a green top almost long enough to be considered a dress, but not quite long enough to hide her perfectly peachy little bum in the extremely snug green tights she wore beneath the top. Grant anxiously averted his gaze in case he was busted for looking, and then made his way to 'his' Santa's chair.
"Oh, hi there!" Lara said, turning at the sound of someone taking the seat.
"Hi Lara," Grant greeted her, glad the badly made beard hid the flush of embarrassment he felt.
"Grant?" she asked, coming in close to check.
"Um yeah, got stuck with this fifteen minutes ago."
"Oh my, you poor thing," she said. "I hope you're ready for this."
"I very much doubt it. I can't think of anyone worse to do this or anything worse I could be doing."
"Try not to worry; I'll do what I can to keep it interesting. and to save you when you need to be saved," she reassured him with a kind smile. "But ready or not Santa, your assault is about to begin!"
Grant became aware of the noise of children swelling outside the grotto. As Lara turned away, he took another look at her outfit. Or rather at Lara in her outfit. She was short, only an inch or two over five feet, but very slim and almost disproportionately buxom. Her top was very fitted and highlighted the delight that was her figure.
Grant was soon lost in a tide of endless children sitting in his lap,invading his space, and pleading, begging, demanding or otherwise listing the endless number of gifts they wanted for Christmas. They ranged from the incredibly greedy to the heart-warmingly generous.
The parents similarly ranged from polite and accommodating, to demanding and rude. He lost count of the number of times he was either questioned about or derided for how poor a Santa he was visually.
It was late in the day when a trio of girls from the year behind Lara and him in school came into the grotto, giggling and carrying on. Grant died at the thought of being recognised by someone besides Lara.
"Oh my God, aren't you like the worst looking Santa ever?" Geri laughed, taking stock of him.
"Look at those ankle-freezers, his pants don't even fit him!" Mandy joined in, laughing tauntingly and pointing at the way his pants finished just below the middle of his calf.
"And yet our little elf here is sexy as all hell," Hailey said, directing a smile at Lara.
"Aren't you gals a little old for Santa's knee?" Lara challenged them.
"Just because we're eighteen doesn't mean we don't like throwing some Christmas wishes out there," Mandy said. "Besides, it's mostly for the photo, though I'm not sure Santa's scrawny lap will even hold two of us at a time!"
"Well, me first," Mandy exclaimed, and she set about plonking herself on Grant's right thigh, her feet resting on the floor between his legs. She flicked her long blonde hair back, whipping his face in the process. She wrapped an arm around him, and he found a sizeable breast pressed firmly against him. Part of him regretted all the padding subtracting from how much of it he could feel, but just from the idea of it, his cock started swelling.
"And what would you like for Christmas, little girl?" he asked in his best attempt at a deep, manly Santa voice.
"Little girl?" Hailey giggled. "She's not little, just look at the size of those tits!" Grant studiously avoided looking anywhere near what was on display. Mandy was even bigger than Lara up there, and she was wearing a pale blue scoop-necked t-shirt that placed an ample amount of cleavage on display.
"Let me onto that other leg," Geri chimed in, and Grant promptly found himself with two beautiful girls sitting on his lap. Despite his legs quickly going numb, he wasn't about to complain, even if Lara did look disgusted at the spectacle. Geri was a tall, slim girl who was wearing a short plaid skirt with a navy-blue t-shirt clinging to her athletic frame.
"Just don't break him before it's my turn," Hailey demanded of her friends.
"He is kind of scrawny, isn't he?" Geri asked, poking his padded belly. "There's definitely no Dad-bod hiding in here."
"Anyway, Santa," Mandy said, breaking back in, "This will be my first Christmas as an adult, so what I'd really like is a ..." she leaned in close to whisper into his ear. He became acutely aware of the scent she was wearing, the warmth of her body and its pressing against his. "... a nice big vibrator."
"What?" Grant sputtered, caught completely by surprise.
"I know what she said, Santa. And I'd like a butt plug," Geri whispered in his other ear. Grant's cock swelled at the shocking visuals implanted in his mind of these implements being put to use, and he panicked.
"Well I'm not sure the elves in the workshop will be up to making that kind of toy, so how about a couple of Barbie dolls?"
"Oh no Santa, we want sex toys," Mandy whispered. "I get so wet thinking about a nice big vibrator sliding in and out of my tight little pussy. It's shaved, you know."
"And I really like putting things in my bum, Santa," Geri giggled quietly. "Imagine if you could put your Santa cock in there!" Grant wasn't sure if Lara could hear what they were saying, but he caught her gaze and made a face that could only be interpreted as Help! Get me out of this!
"Okay girls, we need all the little boys and little girls to have their chances with Santa," Lara broke in with biting sarcasm that sounded heavenly to Grant, "so get your photos taken, please. Hailey held her phone up to take photos, and the two forward 'little' girls leaned in, each to kiss him on a cheek simultaneously. As they rose, Geri pushed herself off his lap, with her hand right on his hardening cock.
"My turn," Hailey announced.
"Oooh, I think Santa's got a candy cane waiting for you, Hailey," Geri giggled.
"Oh goody!" Hailey exclaimed.
Lara rolled her eyes. Hailey was curvy and wore a pair of cut off denim shorts completely inappropriate for the North Pole, but which worked just fine in an Australian summer Christmas. She sat on his lap and wrapped herself around him while her friends took a couple of photos.
"And what would you like for Christmas?" Grant asked, desperately trying to stick to the role he was supposed to be playing.
"I think I'd like a date with your elf; she looks soooo tasty," Hailey whispered in his year. "You don't happen to have her phone number, do you?"
"Um, no, sorry, I definitely can't help you with that," Grant advised her.
"Too bad. Based on this candy cane though, I reckon you might want to find out for yourself, if you can." Her hand grasped his erection firmly and rubbed it gently before she stood up. Lara hustled her along and managed to get the three friends out of the grotto.
"Okay, I need a quick break," Grant declared. "I'm allowed that, aren't I?"
"Of course," Lara laughed. "No one's bladder can last all day. "You get five minutes to use the restroom, just out the back there."
"Out the back?" Grant asked in disbelief, after Melanie had made him change in the stockroom.
"Yeah," Lara laughed. "I'll show you. Grant stood up from the chair and quickly adjusted his hard cock, hoping he could get it to go down by the time his five minutes were up. Unfortunately, Hailey's suggestion that he get Lara's number was hard to shake from his mind. The sight of her pert buttocks leading the way to the restroom, did nothing to help the situation either!
"Here you go," Lara said, indicating a door hidden away in the back corner of the storage area.
"Thanks, Lara," he replied, squeezing past her, trying desperately not to allow his cock to rub against her. He thought it was strange that she stood where she did, but he didn't think anything untoward. He was relieved that the only thing that actually brushed against her tight little body was his padded belly.
The rest of the day passed without another significant incident, but he was completely exhausted by the time he was done. He didn't even bother to protest when Melanie waited around while he changed back out of the Santa suit. He figured she'd seen him in his boxers already, so what would he gain from protesting now?
"See you tomorrow; I hope you're up for it," Melanie said when he was ready to head home.
"Don't really have a choice do I?" he replied.
"Not really. But for what it's worth, you did really well today, Grant."
"Thanks, Melanie."
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He returned to work the following day with mixed feelings. On the upside, he got to spend the day with Lara again; but on the downside, eight hours of kids wasn't a great prospect. He might be lucky enough to have some more girls like Hailey, Mandy and Geri, but somehow he doubted it.
"So! All ready for another day in the suit?" Melanie asked him, holding it for him to get ready. He wasn't sure why she was even here to give it to him again. He hadn't thought to question her the night before, he was so fatigued. He accepted it from her and stripped down. Melanie produced the padding, and he realised that was probably why she was here. He didn't think he'd do a very effective job of wrapping it around himself.
He stood in his boxers while she wrapped him, and his mind wandered back over the day before. He found himself remembering the sight of Lara's ass in her tights, and of how close he'd come to brushing against her when he'd gone to the bathroom. Melanie noticed his physical reaction to that thought before he even knew it was happening.
"Well you're not going to be able to be Santa like that," she laughed. "You might need to think about something other than whatever you just thought."
"Oh fuck," he moaned, blushing furiously and trying to cover the evidence of his semi-erect cock. Melanie just laughed.
"I could of course help you with it, if you like," she offered.
"What?" Grant gasped in shock.
"You know, if you're worried about it having a mind of its own and all, I could drain it for you. A quick handy perhaps?"
"Um, no, that's okay, I'll um manage," he stammered out. His cock didn't subside at all, though. He quickly pulled the Santa suit on over his stuffing and hid himself away, praying he'd be able to restore things to rights before any kids sat in his lap.
"Hey Santa, all ready for another day of fun?" Lara greeted him moments later, entering the storage area already in her tights and top, though not yet having donned her felt cap.
"Something like that," he replied. They went through to the Grotto together, making small talk. They had some ten minutes before the first children were to be let in.
"Oh my God, I can't believe how ridiculous those sluts were yesterday," Lara said conversationally.
"Mandy and her friends?" Grant asked.
"Well duh, I don't recall anyone else basically trying to hump Santa," Lara laughed.
"Well, you should have heard what Melanie just offered me," Grant said before he even realised what he was giving away.
"What did she offer?" Lara asked.
"Oh um, God, I don't think I could even say. I'd die of embarrassment."
"You have to tell me now!" Lara insisted.
"Maybe over our morning tea," Grant replied.
The procession of mothers and children began, and Grant once again suffered through it, enduring the criticisms of his costuming and explaining to the children how he wasn't the real Santa, but just one of the jolly fat man's agent-in-training. When the time for morning tea rolled around, he hoped Lara had forgotten about their conversation earlier that morning.
"So... what did Melanie offer you?" she asked the moment they were sitting in the break room.
"Damn, I hoped you'd forget," he replied. "Okay, but like you can't tell anyone, right, because like I'd die of embarrassment."
"I swear," Lara replied crossing her heart and drawing Grant's attention to the swell of her ample breasts. He falteringly explained the situation he'd found himself in (although not why) and what Melanie had offered to do about it.
"Wow, that's um ... pretty out there. You could probably get her for sexual harassment, you know. Unless you said yes, of course ..."
"No way!" Grant replied in shock.
"Well, she's not ugly, and I know plenty of guys who'd be happy for her to do that for them," Lara suggested. "Who knows, it might even work; might protect you from the charms of any sluts who come to see you." She burst out laughing at her own wit, clearly enjoying his discomfort.
Over the next two hours, Grant kept noticing Lara in positions that showed off her body to him. He didn't think it was deliberate, but the more he saw, the harder it became not to look and not to become... hard.
Just before their lunch break, Grant looked across at the entry of the Grotto and swallowed hard when he saw Mandy entering. This time she was scandalously dressed, wearing a too-short denim skirt and an almost transparent white top. It was thin enough and stretched tightly enough against her figure that once she'd approached, it was obvious she wasn't wearing a bra. The outline of her obviously hard nipples was clearly visible through the material, and the way they bounced up and down with her movement was almost hypnotic. Grant could only imagine the outraged mothers she must have left in her wake.
"What a slut," Lara whispered to him before greeting her almost politely with the standard greeting.
"Hi Santa," Mandy chirped happily, moving to sit on his lap, draping herself all over him even worse than the day before.
"I believe I already listened to your Christmas request," Grant suggested, acutely aware of his burgeoning erection. Mandy's leg brushed against it, and then she slid her hand along her thigh and between them, so that it too was rubbing against him.
"No, I don't think you heard me properly yesterday Santa, so I thought I'd come back and make sure you knew exactly what I wanted." She whispered into his ear again. "I want a vibrator Santa, but I think that might not be enough to satisfy me. I like the idea Geri had too; a nice butt plug to push into my tight little butt hole. It's a virgin hole you know, I haven't put anything up there yet, but if you gave me a plug, I'd definitely do it."
As she spoke to him, she squirmed around on his lap until she had a leg on either side of his right thigh. She was facing him, and Lara was exhibiting looks of disgust from behind her, but Grant was struggling to see past on the display right in front of him. He nearly gasped out loud when he felt her grind her crotch on his leg, especially while she pinned his erection against his thigh with her hand.
"Coming to see you makes me really horny, Santa," she hissed, leaning close.
"Times up, sorry," Lara announced from close behind Mandy, disgust bleeding through her overly loud voice.
"I might have to come back tomorrow then," Mandy said with a sigh. She slid back along his leg with a slight whimper, and stood up. She glanced down at his thigh at said, "Oops," with a giggle. She turned away from him and Grant glanced down to see what she'd been looking at. Clear evidence of her arousal glistened on his pants! While Lara was distracted, Mandy flipped the back of her short skirt up, and flashed her lack of underwear at him.
"I think we'd better call this lunchtime," Lara suggested, glancing at his crotch as Mandy sauntered out of the grotto. He found himself blushing again. "Did you have plans for lunch?"
Santa's Stand In
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"I hadn't given it any thought, to be honest," Grant said, trying to angle himself so his erection wasn't quite so blatant.
"Want to come to Subway with me?"
"Sure, that sounds good, but I can't exactly go in the suit."
"We've got half an hour; I'm sure we can get ourselves changed and back again quickly enough to be back in time," Lara offered.
"Well, let's give it a try then; it's the padding that takes the most time," he said. They retreated to the storeroom, and Grant headed for the small bathroom.
"No time for that," Lara said, yanking the stretchy elf top over her head. Grant stared at the sheer black bra she revealed for a moment and the enormity of the breasts it contained. He quickly turned away, but then all discombobulated and not knowing what else to do, he turned back to Lara, conscious his erection hadn't fully subsided. Lara grinned at him after pulling a plain navy-blue t-shirt on. She pulled a pair of daisy-dukes over the green tights and then turned and helped Grant remove his padding, so she'd be able to re-wrap him when they returned. Having her standing so close to him, didn't help his erection subside at all. He could smell her hair -- it had clearly been recently washed. It was both distracting and intoxicating at the same time.
"Come on, pants off, we don't have much time," Lara urged him.
"Wow, I can't imagine what the mothers out there might think if they overheard that," Grant laughed.
"Um, yeah," Lara giggled with a blush, but when he hesitated, she started attacking them for him, kneeling on the floor to drag them down. He was still lost about what to do. He glanced down just as Lara looked up at him and her eyes met his. She grinned up at him, and he had a sudden image of her taking his cock in her mouth. He wondered how good that might feel; it would certainly be a first! A twitch of his cock caught her attention and drew Lara's gaze downward; he blushed and stepped away as she said with a chuckle, "Down boy."
Grant couldn't bring himself to acknowledge she'd just made reference to his growing erection. He quickly dressed, and they hurried out of the department store and into the adjoining mall, and off to the food court. He had to scarf down his sandwich, but at least he was sitting with Lara while doing it. She chatted one-sidedly to him happily, while with his tongue tied in a knot, he marvelled they were even here together. They'd moved in such different circles during school, that he still scarcely believed she knew his name, let alone was treating him as an equal.
They rushed back to the store, and Lara helped Grant back into his Santa suit. He was so focussed on getting ready on time that gratefully, he didn't find himself getting erect. At least not until she bent over, stripping her shorts off, and then pulling off her t-shirt to reveal that almost transparent black bra again. Grant stared until she'd pulled her tight green elf top back on.
"See something you like?" she asked teasingly.
"Oh, um, sorry, I um ..."
"Don't worry about it, goofball. If I minded your looking, I'd have changed somewhere you couldn't see."
"Are you two ready?" Melanie called out.
"Yeah, on our way," Lara responded, and they made their way back out to Santa's grotto.
It was two hours before there was trouble. A small girl was sitting excitedly on Grant's lap, bouncing up and down as she recited the list of things she'd like Santa to leave under the tree for her.
"Millie, do you need to use the toilet?" the girl's mother asked. Lara turned from where she was waiting with the mother, and Grant sat very still, unsure what to do, afraid to move a muscle.
"Of course not, Mommy!" the little girl protested indignantly, barely breaking her list of toys and continuing to bounce excitedly. Grant tuned back in to try and pick some items he could say with any confidence Santa would be delivering, but Millie suddenly stilled on his lap. "Oh oh."
Grant felt warmth flood across his leg.
"Oh, Millie!" the girl's mortified mother called out.
"Oh, man!" Grant said as he realised that what he had just feared had actually happened. He lifted the girl off his lap and looked down to see that the left leg of his Santa suit was soaked all along its top and inner thigh. Lara sprang into action, efficiently informing the waiting people there would be a delay and calming the distraught Millie with a gift, ushering her and her mother out, and pointing them in the direction of the nearest bathrooms.
"What the hell do I do now?" Grant complained once Lara returned. She laughed at him, which didn't improve his mood at all. She grabbed a wad of paper towels and hustled over to where he was now standing beside Santa's chair.
"Relax, it's hardly the first time this has ever happened, it's just your first time. There's a spare pair of pants out the back. Let's just dry you up a bit first. She blotted some of the wadded paper towel against his leg, inadvertently capturing his cock against his thigh.
"Oh, sorry," she gasped, moving the cloth lower, intending to move it beyond the reach of his cock. She didn't succeed however, she just trapped it further down. "There's more?" she asked in shock. "Is all of that you?!"
"Um, I can do that, Lara," Grant said, moving to take the paper from her and avoiding her question.
"I don't mind," she said, her hand squeezing a little.
"Really, please don't," Grant groaned. Lara finally let him take the paper towel from her.
"I'll um, go grab the other pants for you."
"Thanks Lara, I'll be in the toilet." Grant went into the small toilet and stripped the wet pants off. He sighed when he realised his boxers were soaked as well. He stood uncertainly, wondering what on earth to do about that.
"I've got the pants for you Grant," he heard Lara say from beyond the door.
"I don't suppose there's any underwear?"
"Um no, sorry. If your boxers got wet too, I guess you'll just have to go commando."
"Damn," he moaned and stripped the wet boxers off without thinking beyond this first step.
"Open the door and I'll pass them through," Lara offered. Grant opened the door a couple of inches, standing behind it and reaching out a hand to receive the pants. The door swung wider unexpectedly, which turned out to be because Lara had pushed on it. Grant instinctively reached to cover his swinging cock, but his hand was too small to do the job.
"Sorry," Lara giggled, "I just, well, to be honest, I wanted to check out that anaconda."
"Pants, please," Grant insisted, almost snatching them from her. He quickly scrambled into them. His embarrassment and the stress of the situation was enough to keep his mind from processing that the incredibly hot Lara had just told him she wanted to see his cock!
Once he was presentable and as they walked back out to the grotto, Lara said to him quietly, "No wonder Mandy was being such a slut ... you're hiding a whole deli-sized salami down there!"
"Lara!" Grant protested. She threw a grin over her shoulder as she went to release the flow of kids seeking to tell Santa their heart's desires.
Throughout the rest of the afternoon, Grant found himself presented with a never-ending number of opportunities to admire Lara's assets from any number of angles. At first he didn't think anything in particular of it other than enjoying the way her green tights clung so tightly to the perfect curves of her bum, or the top to the equally impressive curves of her breasts. By the time their afternoon break arrived though, the virginal young man had begun to suspect it was deliberate. It was at that point he once again began having over-eager erectile issues.
The thought that a girl as hot as Lara was putting herself on display for him, and that she'd pushed a door open in an attempt to see his cock was stirring his loins. His lack of underwear didn't help. Not asking permission and hustling a child off of his lap, he retreated to the stockroom, but with Lara close on his heels.
"So Santa, do you have something you could give me for Christmas?" she asked him as he hurriedly took a seat on a box in an attempt to conceal his embarrassing condition.
"What?"
"You know, something impressively salami like?"
Grant couldn't believe the change in her behaviour. It was like someone had flipped a switch.
"Lara, weren't you saying earlier what a slut Mandy was?"
"That was before I knew why she was throwing herself at you," she replied.
Grant's cock was hardening rapidly under her attention to the point where his seated position was no help at all, and he had no idea what to do. He was in completely unknown territory.
"There's no hiding it Grant, you're obviously as hard as a blackbutt tree. You're not going to be able to go back out there like that, so let me help you like Melanie offered," Lara said, standing within a foot of him. Just her proximity would have had him straining at his pants, so her suggestion that she milk his cock had him painfully hard. He'd risen from the box again as she advanced on him, but he found himself stuck immobile like a deer in headlights as she went for the ties holding up his Santa pants. She quickly knelt, dragging them to the floor, emitting a gasp of surprise as his large cock sprang free of constraint and to her delight, she was confronted with its true enormity.
"How is it no one knows about this?" she hissed as she grabbed hold of it, her small hand trying but failing to encompass its girth. She held it almost reverently, her tongue caressing her lips in admiration.
"I'm shy," Grant said quietly; "as a matter of fact you're the first girl who's ever seen it," his cock twitching in her hand. Lara took him in both her hands and started stroking him enthusiastically, like a child with a new toy.
Grant watched, mesmerised as the gorgeous little elf stroked his cock. His orgasm built quickly. It was too new and too exciting an experience, and even though he masturbated sometimes, he was at sea at how quickly it was happening. Within half a minute, he was leaking copious amounts of pre-cum, and he didn't even think to let Lara know he was about to cum.
She seemed to sense it, but even so was caught by surprise at the intensity of his orgasm. She tried to aim him away from her, but the first thick rope of cum had already exploded from him. It hit her firmly on a breast, splattering the green elf top before she was able to aim him away; but then she did, and she held him steady as he continued pumping his load all over the floor of the stockroom.
"Oh my God that's amazing," Lara beamed at him.
"I um, well, um, wow," Grant panted. Lara hadn't released his cock. She was cradling it in her hands as if weighing it and coming to grips with its size. She squeezed and pulled on him gently, milking the last of his cum.
"You're welcome," Lara giggled. "But I'd better change this top. We're due back out there; there's a limit to how much time we get when you've been peed on." She whipped it off and ran to her bag. Apparently she'd been on the job long enough to have been provided with an alternate top in case she was made a mess of by visiting children. Grant watched bemused, until she had the replacement top on. She grabbed him by the hand and dragged him back toward the grotto.
"Come on Santa, you've got kids to entertain," she urged him.
For Grant, the final hour of their shift passed in a daze. Lara kept teasing him, presenting him with plenty of opportunities to admire her tight little body, and whispering suggestive comments to him whenever they were alone in the grotto. The idea that milking the cum from him might keep him from getting erect proved to be hopelessly naïve. He was up and down like a yoyo for the entire hour.
When the day was finally over and the last kid was out the door, Grant slumped in Santa's chair, exhausted. Lara observed him with a predatory look on her face.
"What?" he asked her.
"Just wondering if Santa has ever done his elf in here before," Lara said.
"What do you mean by, done his elf?"
"You really have to ask that?"
"I'm tired, Lara," he complained. "And way confused."
"I mean... I wonder if Santa has ever had sex with his sexy elf in Santa's grotto."
"Oh?... OH!"
"I think what you meant is, Ho Ho Ho," Lara giggled.
"Well I doubt it's ever been done; I mean usually Santa is like a Granddad," Grant replied.
"I guess that means we could be the first," Lara grinned, coming to stand provocatively just before his chair.
"What? No!"
"Wait, are you saying no to having sex with me?" Lara asked in shock. She was right in front of him and leaned forward, putting a hand on each thigh. Her right one slid up until it encountered his cock draped down the leg of his pants.
"Um, wait, I don't ... well ... shit, yeah, I think I am? Like I don't want to get busted and like, well, we're not dating or anything, I mean we haven't even kissed."
"Oh, you're just too cute for words!" Lara said with a genuinely delighted smile. She squeezed his hard-again cock, and then quickly moved to sit in his lap. "You really are a bit scrawny for Santa, but I think there's enough compensation to make this lap still worth sitting in," she giggled, wiggling on him so she was rubbing her bum against his trapped erection. She put a hand to his face and turned his head to hers, then leaned in and kissed him.
Grant, to his credit, only hesitated through a moment's shock before opening his mouth to admit her tongue. He returned the kiss feverishly. He'd only kissed two girls before, those ones little more than pecks really, and couldn't claim to be at all talented in the art.
"Slow down, tiger," Lara suggested patiently when they parted. "You really are inexperienced with girls, aren't you? Well no worries; just do as I say, and this will be good for both of us. For now, be less eager, more attentive. Gentle with the lips and shallow with the tongue."
"Oh, okay," Grant agreed nervously. She kissed him again, and he tried to put her advice into practice.
"Better," she purred before kissing him a third time. "There, now you've kissed me. Maybe before you stop playing Santa, you'll think about letting me fuck him."
"Maybe," Grant grinned. "Could I kiss you again, though?" Rather than reply, Lara kissed him again and this time she took his hand and raised it to her breast. She felt him squeeze it and his cock twitch. She moaned into the kiss.
"Hey, you two finished up in there?" came Barry's voice. Lara practically leapt from Grant's lap, and Grant shifted into a position that if he was lucky would hide the extent of his arousal.
"Yeah, we're just heading off to get changed," Lara told Barry. Grant watched the older man and noted that whenever Lara wasn't looking directly at him, his eyes were glued to her figure.
"You're doing well Grant, I really appreciate your stepping up like this, given how blatantly you didn't want to."
"Thanks Barry, it's been lots more fun that I thought it would be," Grant replied.
"Well we might have a replacement so you can go back to toys in the next couple of days, so hang in there, okay?"
"Sure thing." Grant suddenly thought he might not want to give it up, especially if it meant not getting to work with Lara again. "Of course if you like, I can keep going right through to Christmas, it's only two weeks," Grant suggested.
"Kind of you to offer, but no offence to you, some of the parents have complained about our Santa being about 40 years younger than they expected!" Barry laughed before leaving the two teenagers to sort themselves out.
Grant and Lara headed to the stockroom to change, neither of them bothering with finding somewhere more appropriate.
"Well that's got to be my weirdest work day ever," Grant said as they quickly changed clothes, now making no secret of keeping his eye on Lara and enjoying the way she was letting him ogle her in her bra.
"Yep, pretty bloody good though," Lara replied.
"Amazing, really. Um, is there any chance like, I could kiss you again?" Lara laughed at how shyly and cautiously he asked, and Grant blushed and looked away, thinking he was about to be turned down.
"Grant, you can kiss me anytime you like, how's that?" Lara replied, coming to stand in front of him. He was over a foot taller and she had to crane her neck to look up at his face. She quickly glanced around and then slid a box over and stood on it, bringing her face level with his. Grant grinned, and then found his tongue delicately exploring Lara's mouth as hers caressed his. He felt her hand run over the front of his jeans and then grab his hardening cock through the denim, rubbing over it firmly, and causing him to groan.
"I can't wait to see Santa again tomorrow," Lara purred.
"Well I'm pretty sure Santa will be happy to see his sexy elf tomorrow, too!"
"Just wish he and his elf didn't have to wait that long, but I have to get home," Lara lamented.
"Yeah, me too. See you tomorrow, Lara!"
-- --
The next morning Grant was excited to be on his way to work for the first time in a long time. He'd only taken this casual summer employment to get him through until the next year of University began, and he hadn't found it the most exciting experience in the world. It gave him spending money though, so he put up with it and did what he could to keep himself employed.
Until now. Working with Lara was a game-changer though, especially after that first kiss. He thought about the previous day and was surprised that the kiss meant a lot more to him than that she'd wanked cum from his cock. That had been incredible, a first-time event in his life for sure, but the kiss had been intimate, and said more to him about her genuinely liking him rather than simply being impressed by the size of his cock. He'd never even thought about how big it was, it was simply his cock. He knew he wasn't small, but having never had much to do with girls, and nothing at all sexually, he hadn't realised it might be a point of interest for them.
He was hard when he left the house, and by the time he was in the stockroom that he now accepted as the default change room for Santa's grotto, he was no better off. It was probably because he was thinking about how incredible Lara's breasts had looked in her bra. He wondered if he'd get to see her change again today.
"Hey Grant," she greeted him. "Ready for another day of Christmas fun?" She walked into the stockroom in a short yellow floral summer dress that displayed her cleavage delightfully.
"As long as no one pees on me today," he laughed. "And um, you look amazing, by the way."
"Aww, thanks Grant, and at least you haven't been puked on yet!"
"Tell me that's not a thing!"
"Oh, trust me, with the amount of sugar some of these kids arrive loaded up with, it happens."
"Fantastic," he said in a dull voice.
"Well fingers crossed, hey? I'll hurry and change , and then I'll help you get padded up. I told Melanie not to bother, because I'm quite happy to help you. She seemed disappointed, to be honest." Grant blushed at the thought of why that might have been.
He removed his t-shirt and dropped his outer shorts to the floor as Lara undid a couple of buttons down the front of her dress before slipping the straps from her shoulders. With a little shimmy and shake from her, it fell to the floor, leaving her in just her bra and panties.
"I still look good?" she asked teasingly as Grant stared openly.
"Incredible, actually," Grant grinned. She gave him a twirl, revealing her pale-yellow underwear was actually a thong, then pulled her green tights from her backpack. Grant's hardening cock reminded him that he should probably dress as well, and he grabbed the red Santa pants. Lara pulled her green tights on while sitting on a box, then stood up with her elf-top to hand, ready to go on.
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"I wonder if I could get away without the bra," she wondered aloud, and Grant froze in shock as she reached behind herself and released the garment's clasp. He held his breath as the lacy white lacy fell away from her chest. She made no effort to hide herself, and Grant couldn't help but study her breasts for the entire time they were exposed. Firm, capped with erect, eraser-like pink nipples, there was nothing he could fault. They sat beautifully on her chest, the nipples angled slightly outward with a lovely valley between them. But then she pulled her tight green elf-top on and settled it into place over her hips, tugging the flared hem down to cover her perky little butt. Her hard nipples were very evident. She gave Grant a grin, then bounced on the spot a little, setting her tits to jiggling. "Perfect!" she declared. "Now, let me help you."
She advanced on him as he belatedly realised he was still holding the pants, and he hadn't actually started putting them on. He'd worn tight boxer briefs today in an effort to contain any errant erections, and he found Lara studying them as she stepped over to him.
"I think I preferred it when you weren't wearing any underwear yesterday," she commented.
"Yeah, but the last thing I need is some kid complaining to their mother that Santa was poking their butt with something!"
"True, much better for any of that sort of thing to be kept between us," Lara teased. "Like now." Her hand slid over the front of his boxers, caressing his cock. She looked up to meet his gaze, and her tongue flicked across her lips, moistening them. Grant stared at her shiny lips and dipped his head to them, bringing his own down to meet hers. Her hand closed firmly around most of his dick, squeezing it as their tongues danced between their mouths. Feeling bold, he slid his hand over the front of her top, feeling the hardness of her nipple even through her tight top. Lara groaned as the kiss ended.
"I think today's going to be hard," Grant moaned, pulling his pants on.
"I certainly hope so," Lara giggled, grabbing the belly padding to help him dress.
A couple of minutes later he was headed into the grotto, hoping his erection would subside before Lara escorted the first kids through to see him. Fortunately, there was just enough to organise that his mind slipped away from the awesomeness of Lara long enough for that to become the case. He even made it through to the morning break before he had any further trouble. But about ten minutes before the break, Mandy appeared in the grotto once again. She was wearing a loose tank top with over-large arm holes showing off plenty of side-boob, and a tiny plaid skirt that barely covered her butt.
Lara happened to be standing by his chair when she appeared, and after a brief glance taking in her appearance, whispered to Grant, "You should totally grab her tit. She's not even wearing a bra!"
Grant looked at Lara in shock. He was confused why she'd suggest that. He thought they were progressing toward some sort of relationship, and in the brief time he had before Mandy arrived, he couldn't reconcile why she would suggest he grab someone else's tit, if that were the case. And before he knew it, time was up and Mandy was all over him again.
If it were possible, she was even less subtle than the day before.
"Hey Santa, remember me?"
"Well you're kind of hard to forget, Mandy," Grant replied.
"You're so sweet! I know I've been pestering you about what I want for Christmas, but I wasn't sure if you'd really understood. I mean, I guess it's not something the elves would usually make for the kiddies, so I thought if I brought you some pictures, it might be easier for you to understand what I want." She presented a picture on her phone of an intensely pink Lelo vibrator. She swiped right and the next photo illustrated it in use, deep within a girl's bald vagina as she reclined with a look of bliss on her face.
"And this one ..." another swipe showed a stainless-steel butt plug with a pink jewelled end. Before Grant could suggest he'd seen enough, she'd swiped to show a girl bent over wearing a short schoolgirl skirt, not all that dissimilar to the one Mandy was wearing. And sure enough, nestled between the beautifully pert cheeks was a pink jewel. "Doesn't it look amazing?" Once again, she was straddling his leg and grinding her pussy on it.
"Well it certainly leaves me with no doubt about what you're wanting for Christmas," Grant observed with little enthusiasm.
"It would be even better if I could get a big pre-Christmas surprise from you," Mandy suggested, her hand slipping down in front of her to stroke his cock through his pants. Grant peered past her in an appeal to Lara for help, but the minx just laughed quietly at his discomfort and grabbed her breasts, reminding him of what she'd told him to do.
Grant peered down as Mandy leaned forward, her pussy sliding back along his leg. Her top gaped, giving him a perfect glimpse down the front, showing her deep cleavage almost as far as her nipples. He considered Lara's suggestion, but dismissed it. He simply couldn't bring himself to do something so outrageous. Instead, he put his hands on her shoulders and pushed her away from him.
"I think I have good enough understanding young lady, and now we need to make sure all the other little boys and little girls," get their chance to tell Santa what they want for Christmas."
Mandy pouted, but stood up anyway. Grant glanced down and noticed that once again, she'd left evidence of both her arousal and lack of underwear along his trouser leg.
"You have a break coming up soon though, don't you Santa? I'll be nearby if you'd like to grab a ... mmm .. coffee."
"Sorry Miss, I really don't have the time," he said dismissively.
Lara took control at that point and escorted the disappointed Mandy from the grotto.
"One more before we break," Lara said with a grin when she returned, glancing down at his crotch.
"Shit, can't we break early?" he complained, trying to adjust his erect cock, which was trapped uncomfortably down the leg of his boxer briefs.
"Nope, this is too much fun," Lara laughed. She escorted in the next mum-son pair. It was an attractive, red-haired young mother with a child who could be no more than two years old. Lara chatted with her happily, and the lady approached Grant with the clear intent of setting down her little boy in Grant's lap. But as she bent to do so, she glanced down and noticed the state of Santa's cock.
"What on earth?" she gasped. Grant blushed a deep red. He wasn't certain whether she was shocked, furious or both.
"Um, look, please don't cause any trouble for him," Lara jumped in. "He's standing in for the usual guy, and you may have noticed the girl that was here just before you?"
"The half-dressed skank?" the mother asked.
"Exactly so. She's been a bit of a repeat pest. I think she just likes teasing Santa and um, well, he can't help that her results are a bit obvious."
"Obvious is an understatement," the woman replied.
"Yes. Well I'm sure if you sat your James on the other side, there'd be no problem; or perhaps you'd care to sit on Santa's lap holding James while I take the photos for you?"
Grant sat stunned, hoping that whatever Lara was up to worked, so he wouldn't get fired. He saw the woman glance at his erection again, her eyes a little wide, her tongue slipping out to lick her immaculately glossed and painted bright red lips.
"You know, perhaps I shall sit on Santa's lap with James; that would make a nice photo, don't you think?"
"It most certainly would," Lara agreed." Grant suddenly found the young, pretty mother sitting on his lap while she held her son. Her legs were between his, and her right thigh was pressing up against his erection, bouncing slightly as if to keep James calm while deliberately rubbing him.
"For a young, somewhat scrawny Santa, you do have a certain charm," she suggested to him with a grin.
"Um, thanks Mrs...?"
"Call me Wendy, Santa," she said happily.
"Okay, Wendy. Have you been good this year, James? What can Santa bring you for Christmas?" he asked, turning his attention to the happy little chap on Wendy's lap.
"Ball!" James gurgled happily. It was clear he'd been prepped for the moment, even if there was little else he would understand about the entire exchange.
"I think we can make that happen for you, buddy. What about Mummy, has she been good? What would Mummy like for Christmas?"
"Well Santa, I've been pretty good up until now," Wendy giggled, her leg rubbing against his cock again. "As for what Santa can bring me, maybe just the memories of how happy you make us today will do."
Lara had them pose for several pictures before suggesting perhaps Wendy would like a photo or two with just her and Santa. She looked like she was about to decline, but then agreed at what appeared to be the last instant. Lara assisted James down off his mother's lap, and then Wendy snuggled in tight.
"Wendy, make sure to use your right hand for um, balance," Lara suggested with a sly look. Eyebrow raised in query, Wendy half pointed toward Grant's cock, and Lara grinned at her with a nod. A moment later Grant felt her hand on his erection while Lara rapidly took several photos, including a special closeup.
"Well that turned out to be a much better visit than I expected," Wendy laughed as Lara escorted her from the grotto.
"Come on Santa, break time," Lara said upon returning. She led Grant through to the stockroom, where he had snacks packed in his bag.
"I don't get it Lara, why would you encourage that woman like that? And why would you suggest I grab Mandy's tit?"
"Because she had nice tits, and Wendy, as much as she may have appeared a little shocked at first by what she saw, clearly looked impressed by it."
"Yeah, but like, you and I kissed and stuff, right? I thought maybe ... well I was thinking about asking you out properly."
"Were thinking about it?" Lara asked, emphasizing the word.
"Well I'd still like to, but when you do those other things, I'm not sure if you want the same things as I do."
"Aww, you're so cute, Grant! I'd love to go out with you. I just figured that since you obviously don't have much experience, maybe some extra fun would be good for you. I'm actually impressed you didn't grab Mandy's tit, though. I mean, I don't know many guys who wouldn't have taken up that challenge, given how she was throwing herself at you."
"Well I dunno, she's just so slutty."
"So ... um, the fact that I like ... you know, tugged you off ... is that going to be a problem?"
"No that won't be a problem," Grant grinned. "Maybe if you hadn't kissed me later it would have been, but no, if you'll actually date me, I'll chalk it up as something weirdly amazing that happened."
Lara grinned at him.
"So like, sex with Santa in the grotto is still an option?"
"I dunno, Lara. Like, you've probably guessed, but um, I've never ... like, um you know ... "
"You're a virgin," Lara finished for him.
"Yeah, I am, and like, I dunno, I just thought my first time could be a bit special, like I dunno, romantic or something."
"Hmm, I think that notion is over-rated," Lara suggested. "I mean don't get me wrong, I get where you're coming from. But think about it this way, twenty years from now when you're sitting around drinking with your buddies, and you're all talking about your first times, would you rather be the guy who laid out rose-petals on the bed, or the guy who nailed the hot Christmas elf in Santa's chair at the store?"
Grant stared at her in shock. "What? Um, I mean, how does that even become something you think about?" he asked.
"I have an aunt who is very liberal with some of her stories," Lara laughed. "And she always tells me it's no fun telling people about the time you did it missionary style in a bed. Boring. Now that's not to say missionary style in a bed is bad, it's just not the fun stuff you get to brag about."
"You are something else," Grant laughed.
"Yes I am, and I'm willing to take your virginity right over there in Santa's grotto!"
"What about the cameras? Surely they have the whole place under surveillance in case someone does something illegal?"
"Of course, but you see, I know where they are, and with some well-placed obstructions, they won't be a problem."
"Um, should I ask how long you've been thinking about this?" Grant asked in amazement.
"Only since I realised Santa had brought along a great big present for me," Lara laughed.
"You're something else, Lara."
"That's not a no, then," she prompted.
"Let's say it's a maybe," Grant suggested. Lara stepped in close, and he kissed her. Her hands found his hard cock and his found her tits. Her nipples were rock hard through the top.
"Wait a sec," Lara requested. She stepped back and pulled her top off over her head. Grant stared at her breasts again. "Now kiss me," she suggested.
He stepped up to her again and dipped his head to meet her lips with his. He wasn't dumb enough to miss this chance to fondle her, and he took her amazing ... bare! ... breasts in both hands. They were the first tits he'd ever felt, and he struggled to believe there could be anything more perfect in the entire world.
"Should I milk the stress out of this deli delight?" Lara asked, starting to attack his pants.
"No, not right now, I don't think we have time," Grant said, glancing at his watch. "And I don't think we have time to risk someone coming to check on us with you dressed like this."
"Damn," Lara moaned, but she grabbed her top and pulled it back on. "I think my nipples will be as hard as your cock until lunchtime."
"Not really helping, Lara," Grant laughed, now feeling far more comfortable about their burgeoning relationship.
They worked through the rest of the day without further incident, and after Barry had checked on them and they'd informed him they'd find their own way out, Lara pressed Grant for a decision.
"Come on, now's the chance Santa, can you reward your sexiest, hardest working elf?" She dragged him by the hand back to the grotto. She pointed out the cameras to him and showed him how, with some easily moved decorations, all electronic vision of Santa's chair was blocked. Grant was hesitant, but Lara got into his chair and stripped her top off, so she was sitting with her breasts bared, and only her skin-tight green leggings covering her lower half.
"Please, Santa? I've been such a very good girl," Lara teased him, a finger circling one of her rock-hard nipples, while her other hand cupped the other breast and squeezed.
"Oh god," Grant moaned as he approached her.
"Look, if you stand on the step and I kneel on the chair like this, you'll be at the perfect height," she suggested, turning to present her ass to him. Grant stared at the sight of her green butt. The tights clung to every curve of her body, even clearly outlining her pussy lips. They appeared damp. She didn't stay in that position though, she spun and sat on the chair. "And if you step up one higher, you'll be at the perfect height for me to suck you." Her hands caressed his erection through his Santa pants before making quick work of the drawstring. She all but ripped his boxers down, and his massive erection stood hard and heavy before her.
"That's fucking amazing," Lara cooed. She took him in both hands, gently holding and stroking, not over-stimulating him. She pulled his uncut foreskin back to reveal the hidden head, and then as he watched, her lips parted and engulfed it.
"Holy fuck," Grant moaned as a woman's mouth slipped over the head of his cock for the first time. Lara took it easy on him. Her mouth was completely stretched to take in his girth. She slid her lips down, tongue caressing the underside, bobbing up and down the first few inches, one hand holding his shaft, and the other caressing his balls.
As she took a brief break and stroked him, she looked up with lust in her eyes and said with a grin, "When they said I'd have to take care of Santa's sack, this isn't quite what I was expecting!"
"That's terrible," Grant laughed.
"What about this?" she asked. Holding his cock up against his stomach, she sucked his right testicle into her mouth, rolled it around, then let it plop from her mouth before treating the left to the same pleasure.
"That's not terrible," Grant moaned. She sucked his cock again for a few moments before pulling a condom from the waistband of her tights. Grant smiled at how prepared she was. She ripped open the package and then rolled it onto the first inch of his cock.
"Fuck, that's tight," he complained.
"Shit, I thought it would stretch enough. Damn! Well, you're a virgin and I'm on the pill, so if you trust me enough to believe me when I say I'm clean, then bareback it is."
"Clean?"
"Yeah you know, no STDs."
"Oh!" Well yeah, of course I trust you," Grant said with stars in his eyes. I'm about to get laid by the hottest girl I know! he thought to himself. But in the face of what was about to happen, he was prepared to trust her. . Lara stood up on Santa's chair and peeled her tights down. Grant stared in wonder as her pussy was revealed once she stood back up. A trimmed, dark-haired landing strip adorned her mound, but he was distracted by the fact that her standing on the chair elevated her breasts right to his face level. Lara kissed him, bending her head down to his for once, then guided his mouth to her left breast, inviting him to suck her rock-hard nipple. He gently sucked each of them, experimenting, playing with the hard nubs with his tongue, his hands resting on the curve of her hips. He felt her hand on his, guiding him, directing his right hand between her legs.
He took the hint, cupping Lara's pussy as she shifted her feet apart to provide him access, relishing the warmth radiating from between her legs. His fingers rested along her pussy and he gently explored them, his fingers wiggling a little. His middle finger found its way into the slit of her pussy, and he was surprised by how slippery and wet it was. Lara moaned pleasurably, as her breasts were sucked and her pussy caressed.
Grant curled his finger and found her entrance, sliding his finger into a girl's pussy for the very first time.
"Mmm, that's good, Grant," Lara purred as he explored her pussy. "Now use two fingers in me."
"He worked a second finger into her beside the first, and Lara swirled her hips and rocked back and forth a little. Grant pulled his mouth away from her breast and kissed her again.
"I want your cock, Grant. I want to fuck you now," Lara informed him a couple minutes later. She took hold of his wrist and guided his fingers away from her pussy before lifting his hand up. His two fingers were coated with her pussy juices. She gently sucked one clean before having him do the same so he could taste her. Once his fingers were clean she sat on the chair, her butt positioned on the edge and her legs spread wide, one draped over each arm of the large padded chair.
Grant knelt before the chair, finding it provided a good height. His steel-like cock speared ahead of him and came to rest on Lara's mound as he settled into position. Lara took hold of it and guided him until the head of his cock was nestled at the entrance to her vagina. Grant pushed gently, the large head of his dick sliding between her lips as she steadied it.
"Oh, wow," he muttered.
"Oh, wow indeed," Lara agreed as she felt him beginning to stretch her wide. His was by far the biggest cock she'd ever had the pleasure of hosting. Once a good two inches were inside, she released her hand and Grant began rocking back and forth, working himself in deeper as Lara clutched the arms of the Santa chair. Gradually he worked inside her tight tunnel until she unexpectedly gasped just as he felt the head of his cock bump into something. "Fuck, that's all I can take of you, Grant," she said in awe as she looked down and released he had still more to give her.
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"It feels amazing, Lara," he whispered, grinning.
"Fuck me gently Grant, let me feel you slide in and out."
Grant began gently sliding his cock in and out, Lara's pussy clinging to him as he penetrated her. So amazing were the sensations, he felt himself building quickly toward orgasm.
"Fuck, I'm so close already," he bemoaned.
"Don't worry; just cum in me Grant, give me your load."
"Oh fuck!" he cried a couple of thrusts later as he exploded, sending a massive load of hot cum deep into Lara's womb. Lara held still, Grant's cock pulsing within her, feeling his warm flood. She looked up to meet his gaze and smiled warmly, anticipating his apology. "Sorry, I um, didn't last very long, did I?"
"Don't worry, the first time for a guy is always over quickly," Lara assured him. "But I have a feeling you're not done with me yet. After all Santa, I really want to be taken from behind before we separate for the night."
"Really?"
"Oh, hell yes," Lara laughed. She reached out and pushed against his stomach, and Grant's cock slipped out of her pussy. She sighed as she was vacated, and a wave of cum trickled down over her anus and onto the chair. She wiggled forward to sit up, and then told Grant to stand up. She grabbed his cock and took him into her mouth, sucking on their combined juices.
"Shit!' Grant said, his cock very sensitive. Lara didn't respond, but simply continued sucking until she felt his cock twitching and hardening in her mouth again.
"Mmm, I said you weren't finished," Lara purred. "Now give me that big North Pole again, this time from behind." She spun around on the chair and thrust her butt back toward him just as she had when she'd still had her tights on, only this time Grant was treated to the view with nothing obscuring it.
He didn't need to be told what to do this time, and he guided the head of his cock once again between Lara's pussy lips. He slid more easily into her the second time, lubricated as she was with his cum iand her juices. He was determined to last longer too, so he began by sliding slowly back and forth. Lara reached between her legs and fingered her clit as he did her, moaning and murmuring about how incredibly full of cock she felt .
To Grant's great relief, he lasted substantially longer than the first time, happy he was able to hold back until after Lara had cum hard from the combination of his cock and her fingers. He couldn't believe how amazing it felt to have her cumming on his stiff pole, feeling her pussy clenching and releasing his shaft as she did.
"Give me another load, Santa," Lara begged once she'd sufficiently recovered from her ecstatic orgasm.
Grant took hold of her hips and worked his cock in and out vigorously now, her demand for his load escalating the closer he got to cumming himself. He pumped in and out for another entire minute before reaching the point of no return, and he exploded deep inside her for the second time.
"God, that felt amazing," Lara purred, gazing back over her shoulder at him.
"You're amazing," Grant replied with a grin.
"Okay, we both are. But we'd really better clean this place up and get out of here," Lara suggested.
"Shit! How long have we been here?"
"Not nearly long enough, but way too long," Lara giggled. Grant pulled his cock out of her and she scrambled from the chair.
The two of them quickly cleaned up their mess and restored the grotto to the way they'd found it before heading out of the store.
"Lara?"
"Mmm?"
"Thank you," Grant said with a goofy grin on his face.
"Oh no, thank you, Santa," she laughed, pulling his head down to kiss him.
"Will you be my girlfriend, Lara?" Grant asked seriously.
"Maybe. If you take me on a date first?"
"Oh yeah, I guess that might be a good idea. How about dinner somewhere really nice this Saturday night?"
"I'd like that very much, Grant."
"Man, whoever thought standing in for Santa would turn out to be the best job ever?" Grant asked.
"Well I for one, am glad there wasn't anyone else available to do it," Lara replied, taking his hand as they headed for the bus stop together.
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