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Date: Tue, 12 Dec 2000 19:10:07 -0500
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This story contains words of a sexual nature and should not be
read by juveniles.

If this means you, go away and read something else; you shouldn't
be here anyway.  This is a work of fiction and in no way portrays
real life -- if you can't hack that, go lie down in a dark room;
the bad feelings will go away.

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one copy for your personal use as long as the author's byline and
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This story contains actions and descriptions of acts that may be
less than apropriate in today's uncertain and unsafe world --
practice safe sex at all times.

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A Celeste Christmas Story Entry 2000

Lucky Santa (M/F Rom Cheat)
By
Sven the Elder
(C) Christmas 2000


In the end you could tell my Company Chief was an ex-sales guy.

Dammit!

At least that's 'my' excuse for why 'I' ended up in the Santa
Suit half way through the Christmas dinner celebrations.  Don't
get any wise ideas! I'm not that fat - at least I don't think so,
well upholstered yes - but not fat! So my hair and beard are
pretty white these days - I told him straight that that was
working for him - the bastard!  So he had me hooked.  OK, so
greed came into it - bribery! In the back of my mind that extra
hundred meant I could go out and buy that new laptop for me right
away instead of waiting!

Ho! Hum!

Now you know why I was sat like an idiot to one side of the
stage, listening to the Head Honcho's annual spiel about how good
we've all been and 'here's Harry who's department has broke all
records - yet again!' For Christ's sake the guy can't even speak
proper, like what I can.... Then his giggling bimbo secretary
pushes another parcel into my hand, Harry appears and leers at
her and out of the corner of his mouth tells me that 'he didn't
realise I'd been *that* bad during the year.'  Yeesh! He should
worry!

I couldn't help looking at my watch from time to time, not that I
wanted to make it obvious.  Even so I was beginning to get warm.
Then Katie was up on stage and I perked up.....  a lot.

Katie!

Katie the Ice Maiden. Married - and don't you forget it.

The pictures of hubby and kids on her desk just to let everyone
know.  Didn't stop me and all the other guy's ogling her and
imagining though.  She had legs that went on forever, certainly
right to the top or bottom depending on your point of view. 
Superb butt, when you reached it, all topped off by a slim line
body and a rack to die for.  She certainly featured in my dreams.

Katie was carrying a pint of beer. To be exact she was carrying a
pint of beer that turned out to be for me.  She almost ignored
the boss as he spoke of her great year, and how her department
had broken all records.  When he had finished she came and sat on
my knee and gave me the beer to drink while the audience
whistled.

"You must be hot in that, and thirsty. No one else is looking
after you, I thought I had better"

She clenched her butt as she sat on my thigh.  I worried about
whether she would notice the instant erection now trying to tent
old Santa's knickers! Then I worried more that all the guys out
there would see it as well when she got up from my lap.  One of
the Gods was smiling.  She was the last person to be presented.
Just the thanks for 'Good old Sven - Great Santa wasn't he - big
round of applause' - then mercifully the lights were lowered and
the room got back to what it does best at these things -
freeloading huge quantities of booze on the bosses expense
account.

Katie was still sat on my knee.  She wiggled her bum again then
looked at me sideways.

"Dirty beast! - Better not stand up for a while..."

Cheeky Madam! All I could do was nod.

I sighed inwardly - she was right of course - so I sat there and
sipped the remainder of my beer while the lust subsided.

The afternoon settled down to its usual pattern then and I
decided that I would take up the boss on his offer of a taxi ride
back to Company Headquarters on the outskirts of town.  I began
to believe in Tooth Fairies and Fairy Godmothers as at that point
the Ice Maiden reappeared, dressed like Cruella DeVille in a
swirling cape - OK it was cold out, but not that cold.

"Our Taxis waiting."

Oh - "excuse me 'our'" was what I wanted to say, all that I
actually uttered was a sort of muttered 'Oh - yeah - right' sort
of sound.

So we breezed out - Santa and Cruella - the assembled, drunken
mob cat calling and cheering as we went - Katie clinging on my
arm, complete with limp wave and crinkly smile.

Hell! I guess if you have to make a public exit, you may as well
make it a good one.  If I thought that bit was worth it - the
expression on the cabbie's face was priceless.  The lazy bugger
actually got out of his seat and opened the door for us. As we
settled back in the back seat I said "We'll have to do this more
often."  I got a dig in the ribs but I swear she smirked.

It was then that things changed.

As the Cab ambled it's way through the dark Katie snuggled up and
blew in my ear.

"I've always had a thing about Father Chwistmas."  She nibbled my
ear lobe.

"Rea..." my reply was sort of broken of into a coughing fit as
she traced the outline of my rapidly growing cock with a finger
nail.

"MMMmmmm," she purred, "will Father Chwistmas give good little
Katie a nice Chwistmas pwesent."

Father Christmas decided very rapidly that he was going to join
in the fun - "Ho! Ho! Ho little Katie - have I got a surprise for
you - of course I'll give you one!"

Corny or what, but what ever 'little Katie's' fantasy's were,
this Father Christmas was certainly about to enter them and
follow up one of his own.

Katie grasped my erection through my Santa Suit and gasped a
little, she didn't know what she'd started. Then she moved her
knees either side of mine, half kneeled facing me and held my
face with both hands. The kiss that followed was as passionate as
I'd ever had. The Lord only knows what Katie's fantasy was, but
being turned-on beyond her caring about anything other than sex -
with this lucky Santa - was now romping home at the top of both
of our agenda's.

Our increasingly heavy session was interrupted, whether to his
relief or dismay I don't know, by the cabbie announcing we had
arrived back at the Head Office building.

Slightly dishevelled and rather sheepishly we got out.  Before I
could say anything Katie announced it was pre-paid - just as
well, Santa had no pocket book with him.

We stumbled into a deserted building, all the folks being at the
'Doo!' Now it was my turn to grab the initiative - grasping her
hand I pulled her down the corridor to my walk-in store cupboard.

Opposite my office it was discrete, handy and I had the only keys
in my desk. Katie giggled as I fumbled to get the right key and I
realised that she must have had a little to drink more than I
first realised. I got the door opened and pulled her into the
subdued light inside, lit as it was, only by the orange glow a
street light a little way away.

I locked the door behind us then lifted her onto a low cupboard
and moved in to kiss her a little more passionately and
thoroughly than while being watched by a Cabbie in his deflected
rear view mirror.

Fingers down her back found her top's zip and I slid it gently
down, running a fingernail down her spine as I did so.

She shuddered, broke for breath and just said "Oh Sven..." - so I
kissed her again, this time running my finger tips forward round
her now exposed breasts.  She pushed forward against my hands,
her nipples now hard in the cooler air of the room.

She gasped as I followed my hands and kissed down her front and
then finished by running my tongue round each nipple in turn. Her
ankles were now crossed behind my back.  I went back to kissing
her lips and then ran my finger tips along the tops of her inner
thighs. I reached heaven - to be sure an extremely wet, aromatic
and open heaven, but heaven nevertheless.  Whatever panties she
might have been wearing had long been discarded.

The first taste of that exquisite honey pot nearly blew my mind.

In the three years I had worked for this company I had dreamed of
doing this - my fantasy of fantasies.

What was driving Katie I didn't know, but as she came on the tip
of my tongue I don't think I cared either.  Standing up, her
juices matting my beard I nestled the tip of my penis briefly in
heat of her outer lips before pushing gently all the way home.
Then as she kissed and screamed into my mouth all at the same
time we both exploded in the wild lust of that crashing orgasm. 
I pulled deep into her and  she locked hard onto me as we stood,
swaying, pumping into each other before slipping backwards slowly
down onto the floor as my legs buckled beneath me.

As we reached a sort of sitting position, I was still deep inside
her, rigid, locked, - she impaled on me.

We drew breath. In my case  I was still seeing the stars of
hyperventilation from the preceding moments. Katie was clinging
on to me, face buried into the curve of my neck - I only hoped
she hadn't bitten me, or for that matter me her.  In our state of
passion the marks would have lasted for weeks.  Her muscles still
spasmed round my half tumescent cock.  She spoke as our breathing
slowed to a more normal rate.

"God that was incredible Sven, but this really is a one-off.  We
can't ever do this again."

Then she carried on squeezing me, making me hard inside her
again, moving on me as we carried out a lap of honour - finally
coming gently a little later, almost lovingly and a few seconds
apart.

- o 0 o -

And so that was last year - Christmas Past.

- o 0 o -

For that past year our relationship has been purely a business
one as befits two properly married people.  Two married people
that is, who are not married to each other.  Yes there have been
little things, the odd raised eyebrow - once beneath her desk,
working on her computer - she had called me to sort out a minor
problem, I found I was staring that wonderful naked puss in the
face.  She had done that for me and to me while other folks were
in the room.  They joked about me being down there as did she,
but only she and I knew the reality.

I really didn't know how she had kept a straight face as I had
dragged a finger tip through her pussy lips  In the end she had
coughed to hide what I was doing.

I phoned her later and told her that was cheating.  She had said
nothing to me other than yes before putting the phone down..

'til yesterday that is.

Then I bumped into her in the shopping mall, and we had Coffee
together, as old friends do.  In a discreet, quiet corner booth
she held my hands in hers across the table and with a quite
straight face asked me "if 'Father Chwistmas was going to visit
little Katie again?'" "That 'Little Katie had been ever such a
good girl, would he cum and be nice to her again?'"

I think I like playing at Father Christmas - however could he,
sorry I, ever turn down such a lovely plea from such a
wonderfully good little Katie?

Sure as hell it beats Mince Pies and Sherry any day.


Fin

(C) Sven the Elder Christmas 2000.

With much thanks to a good friend for suggestions and guidance.
The errors are all my own.


"Long may you want to - may you want to long" - old celtish wish.

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