George sat on his plywood throne, miserable. He was roasting in the suit, his fake beard itched, the hat kept sliding down over his eyes. The plastic boots on his feet were too tight and made his feet sweat.

And his cock was hard as a rock. It was really uncomfortable.

George was playing Santa at the mall and the constant parade of little kids, from 2 to around 9 or so, constantly climbing into his lap and grinding their tight little asses into his crotch were driving him crazy.

Especially the girls.

George Harvey loved little girls. At least the pretty ones. And these kids were exactly the age he liked. Young ones. He liked the way their undeveloped bodies looked, how soft their hair was, how clear and soft their skin was, how they smelled, how their little round asses felt against his cock, the sound of their high-pitched voices.

His hard cock drooled against his thigh as he looked up at the dwindling line of cuties waiting to ride his lap, unknowingly teasing his dick. Just a few little cock teases left.

Like that one. A little blondie, about 4 or 5. Golden blonde hair, big blue eyes, cute cheeks, wearing a short red satin dress with white trim on the bottom hem. Long sleeves and heavy, high, black, winter boots. Man, those boots!

Jesus. What a little piece of ass! And the mother, too. Darker blonde hair and darker blue eyes, but beautiful, petite, with long sexy legs under her mini skirt.

George's gaze kept wandering back to the mother/daughter pair, who stood by the beginning of the line but hung back. Maybe the girl was too nervous, though she didn't look like the shy type. He held the kids in his lap, barely listening to their lists, while the last fifteen minutes of his shift slid past.

As the pretty teenager in the form-fitting elf costume reached for the rope to close off the entrance to the line, the little blonde girl slipped in, snatching the last place on line for the evening. George noticed that her sexy mother waited outside the seating area, out of earshot but within sight.

Finally, the little beauty was in front of him. He grinned at her through his artificial facial hair and reached out eagerly to lift her small, sexy body into his lap. She settled with a little wiggle, grinding her firm round butt against his aching cock.

"What's your name, Sweetie?" George asked huskily.

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Katie introduced herself to the fake Santa, smiling at the feel of his hard cock under her butt. His eyes were pretty, she thought. Kinda gray, and when he smiled at her, there were tiny wrinkles at the corners. That was really all she could see around the puffy beard and mustache.

Katie knew this wasn't the real Santa. This was one of his helpers who listened to the kids and told the real Santa what they asked for.

As Christmas drew near, Katie had a growing desire: she wanted to fuck Santa. The little 4 year old knew she couldn't ever meet the real Santa. He lived way up at the North Pole, and there was no way she could get there. But this was the next best thing. So Katie had begged her mommy to bring her to the mall, and had picked out this super short, super sexy dress and waited 'til she could get the last place in line.

"So...what do you want for Christmas this year, Katie?" Santa asked. Katie moved her butt a little, and she felt the man's hand sliding up and down her back as he supported her on his lap. She leaned forward and put her lips near his ear.

"I can't tell you out here," she whispered, her hand on his shoulder, "Can we go in the back room?" There was a plywood structure behind the "throne" on which George sat. It was decorated to look like Santa's workshop, and supplies were stored there, as well as a place for the employees to change into and out of their costumes.

"Uh," Santa said. He looked around nervously, at the little building behind them, and at Katie's mom, who was chatting with the pretty teenage girl, then back at Katie.

"Well, I'm really not supposed to..."

"It's OK!" Katie said. She slid off of Santa's lap, her hand "accidentally" resting right on his cock as she jumped down. She took Santa's hand and pulled until he stood up.

Katie turned and waved at her mommy, who smiled and lifted her hand in acknowledgement, then turned back to the pretty girl, who was standing closer to Katie's mommy now. Katie thought the dark haired girl looked real sexy in the green tights and the form-fitting red top with the green frill around the low-cut opening around her chest.

Santa saw Katie's mommy's wave, and turned to go inside the little shack with Katie.

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George put the little hook through the eye on the back of the plywood door and turned to the little girl, who grinned up at him. He sat on a folding chair and looked at her.

"So," he said, "What was it you wanted to say?"

"Can I see you without the beard and stuff?' she asked. It was obvious that little Katie knew he wasn't the "real" Santa, and his shift was over, so George saw no harm in removing the itchy beard and over-sized hat. He pulled off beard, hat and wig, dropping them to the folding table next to him. He rubbed his fingers through his hair, scratching his itchy scalp with his fingernails.

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Katie saw a handsome man, older than her daddy but way younger than Mr. Findlay, the retired across-the-street neighbor. His hair was dark and wavy, and a little sweaty from the hat. She liked him right away.

And she liked how big his cock had felt under her butt when she sat on his lap.

"Are you really that fat?" she asked unabashedly, pointing to the bulge over Santa's stomach.

"Ha, ha. No," he said. He unbuttoned the red coat and pulled out a big round pad that joined the hat and beard on the table, followed quickly by the fuzzy red coat. His tummy was flat. He wore a white t-shirt under the red coat, and Katie stared at his muscular arms and chest. The thin fabric of the shirt clung to the man's sweaty body, outlining his large chest muscles and the ripples on his belly.

"Ooooooo," she said, stepping between his knees.

"So," the fake Santa asked her again, "What would you like for Christmas?" Katie smiled shyly, looking down at the floor while one foot twisted back and forth against the tile.

"Can I have a kiss?" she asked quietly. Mr. Findlay had been coaching her in how to be sexy. He said a shy little girl looking innocent was sexy to most men, and by this man's reaction, he must be right. He grinned and put his hands on Katie's sides, pulling her gently toward him.

"Sure you can have a kiss, Baby," he said, leaning forward.

Katie tipped her head back and pursed her pouty pink lips. She felt the man's warm lips rest against her own briefly, then pull away. But Santa didn't go far; he looked into Katie's eyes for her reaction.

His own eyes flew open briefly when Katie wrapped her thin arms around his neck suddenly and pulled him down to her, then they sagged closed as the kiss turned intense. Katie slipped her tongue into the startled man's mouth, and he sucked on the little pink organ happily.

Katie put her hands on the man's chest and his hands encircled her waist, sliding over her back and down to her butt. She moaned into his mouth when his fingers squeezed her ass cheeks. His hands slid lower, to her upper thighs, and back up under her short dress to her bare ass cheeks, left exposed by her tiny red panties. Katie's mommy had bought the shiny red panties for her last year, so they were too small now, and were wedged between her butt cheeks, like a thong.

Katie's small hands moved to Santa's crotch, where she fumbled with the draw string of his red pants. The man reached down and loosened his waist band. The kiss broke, and he stood a little to slide his loose fuzzy pants down his legs, where the material pooled around his boots.

Katie gasped when she saw his hard cock poking out from under his boxer shorts along his leg. It was the longest cock she had ever seen! The little girl reached out and rubbed the exposed six inches of his ten inch cock where it emerged from his underwear. The fake Santa moaned and leaned back in the folding chair with his eyes closed. Katie used both hands to hold and massage the long, warm rod. Clear fluid leaked from the hole in the end, so the little girl ran her fingertip around the mushroom-shaped head in a circular pattern, smearing the slime on the spongy bulb.

The man's shorts were too confining for Katie to get good access to the whole long shaft, so she pushed the hard cock into his underwear and through the flap in the front, so she could see the whole thing

Her eyes lit up when she saw how long and hard it was. Her gaze traced the patterns of the veins on the surface, and her small fist moved slowly up and down. The man moaned again, and Katie knew he was enjoying her attention.

She bent forward a little to lick the end of the cock with her tongue, tasting the precum that oozed from the hole, and smiled when it twitched. She opened her pink lips and took the head of his cock into her warm, wet mouth, swirling her tongue against the bottom of the rod just under the head. She knew men liked that.

She was proven correct when the stranger with the big cock moaned and lifted his hips to push his cock into Katie's willing mouth. Katie just held still while the man fucked her mouth. She gripped his hard cock in one hand, while reaching between the man's legs with the other to hold his large soft balls in her palm.

"Oh, Baby, that feels so good!" the fake Santa exclaimed, trying to keep his voice quiet, "You've done this before, haven't you?"

"Mmmm hmmmmmm," Katie moaned, her mouth full of cock. She liked the smell of this man. Though he was sweaty, he was clean, and a faint scent of mothballs wafted up from the pants around his ankles, clean and tangy.

"Wow, what a sexy little slut you are," he mumbled. Katie had heard that comment before. Slut. She knew it meant a girl that liked to have sex, and she did like to have sex, so she must be a slut.

Good. She lifted her mouth off the man's long, spitty cock and looked at him.

"Would you like to fuck me now?" she asked sweetly.

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"Jesus Christ," George gasped. He looked at the beautiful, innocent-looking face and heard the lewd language coming from those pouty pink lips and his cock lurched in her small hand. He picked her up with his hands around her slender waist, and turned to lay her on her back on the little card table. Her legs hung over the edge, her oversized black boots contrasting sexily against her creamy white skin. Her dress had ridden up to show her red panties under the white fuzzy hem.

"Oh, I plan to fuck you, Sweetie," he rasped huskily, "but I have got to taste that sweet little pussy first!" Katie giggled, and lifted her ass off the table so George could pull her panties off. He pushed her dress up onto her stomach and pushed her knees back so he could spread her thin legs and get a good look at - and clear access to - her smooth, bald pussy. He just stared for a second, at the full, pudgy labia and the tiny slit between them. Sitting on the folding chair in front of her, he leaned forward and teased the fat lips apart with his tongue, tasting a mild tang on the tip as it slipped indie the little girl's vagina.

"Mmmmm," the pretty child moaned. She lay back flat and enjoyed the sensations George was giving her. His right hand left her leg, and glided over her stomach, slipping under her dress to feel her hard little nipples under his palm and fingertips. With her left leg free, Katie set her foot on George's shoulder, keeping her legs spread apart for him.

She came quickly, panting and whining as quietly as she could, and George lifted his head to smile at her across her rumpled dress.

"Now?" she asked.

George smiled at her and pulled her to him, settling her small thin body on his lap. She reached down and grabbed his hard cock, aiming it between her splayed legs as he held her body over his crotch.

He lowered her slowly, gasping as his cock head made contact with her hot, wet pussy. It was a good thing he had gone down on the child, because she was wet and ready.

She gasped as his fat cock head slipped past her opening and inside her pussy. She smiled at George, put her hands on his shoulders and knelt on his thighs to push herself down on his ten inch rod. There was no way that she would be able to take the whole thing inside her tiny body, but the incredibly tight grip her pussy had on his cock more than made up for the shallow penetration.

She got about four inches inside her, then started sliding up and down on his cock, kneeling on his legs. George groaned and tipped his head back, but he didn't want to take his eyes off the incredible little beauty bouncing on his cock, so he looked back down into her huge blue eyes and smiled. He answering grin was what brought him over the edge.

He had known he wouldn't last long in her pussy, and he was right.

"Uhhhh, you're gonna make me cum, Baby-slut," he moaned.

Katie surprised him by hopping off his cock, which bobbed unhappily between his legs until the little 4 year old grabbed it in her hand and took the slimy head into her hot mouth. Her little fists pumped the shaft expertly, until his cock exploded, sending several jets of sperm across her tongue.

She kept his cock in her mouth until the flow of semen drooled to a stop, then pulled her head back slowly, letting his shiny cock slip from between her sexy pursed lips. She smiled up at him and opened her mouth to display the creamy puddle on her little pink tongue, then swallowed the load, grinning again to show her empty mouth.

He collapsed back in the chair with a sigh, astounded and grateful for his great good fortune.

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Katie left the little building and returned to where her mommy still stood with the elf-girl. Mommy was putting a piece of paper in her purse and the girl was telling her to call or text.

Her mommy smiled down at Katie and reached for her hand.

"Are you all set with Santa, Baby?" she asked.

"Yup! All done, Mommy!" the little girl chirped brightly. With a friendly wave to the teenage girl in the sexy elf costume, Katie's mommy led the child into the mall.

Back in the little building, George was pulling on his jeans and tucking the little red panties into his pocket, smiling.