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Santa Claus Is Cumming
By
Manny Gotrocks
bigboy12@freeonline.com

This isn't part of my Song of the South series, but it's in my usual
vein and style.  I hope you enjoy it, and if you do, please let the
author know.  Feedback is important, people.  It will determine whether
there are more chapters.

Synopsis:  A perverted mall Santa teams up with a depraved security
guard to cut a wide swath through the mall at Christmas time.

Disclaimer:  This is a nasty, explicit story.  Many of the actions
described, if actual events, would be at least offensive and perhaps
illegal.  If that bothers you, why are you here?

Santa Claus Is Cumming

Well, the first thing we should get out of the way before I commence
with this story.  I'm a pervert.  It's that simple.  For me, sex isn't
any good unless I'm intimidating or humiliating someone.  I also like
young girls and I've been known to cornhole a guy or two.  I'm not
bisexual; I don't walk down the street and find guys as attractive as
girls.  It's all about having the upper hand.  If I can force a guy to
suck my cock or let me butt-fuck him, then that's cool.  I also like a
high kink factor-a blowjob is good, but getting a woman to blow me in a
restaurant men's room is sweet.  I was married for a while when I was
young, but it broke up when my wife found out about my proclivities.  I
can't really blame her; my ideas of good sex aren't conducive to
healthy relationships.

Every fall, I work as a Santa at a mall.  How does that tie in with my
already-confessed sexual bent(s)?  Let's just say that the mall is a
veritable Petri dish of people with fucked-up psyches, and Santa can
get a lot of poon.  How?  Attitude and attention to the vibe people put
out.  I'm not some chiseled hunk with piercing eyes and a crowbar for a
cock.  I'm a little over six feet and probably twenty pounds too heavy.
I have to be observant.

For example, third day on the job I got a pretzel on my break.  I was
wearing the suit and the girl at the pretzel stand flushed when I
ordered.  A little small talk, her daddy issues were uncovered and at
closing I was in the back of the pretzel stand, red pants around my
ankles and the pretty freckled redhead sucking hard on my schwanz.  I
popped a load in her mouth, then pulled up my pants and walked away.  I
treated her like crap the next two times I got a pretzel, which only
made her beg me to fuck her.  I finally obliged, bending her over a box
of paper cups and doing her doggie.  In a pathetic attempt to make me
"like her", she even let me spew my scum all over her face.

Another example:  six-year-old kid telling me how he wants everything
ever made for Christmas.  I've got the kid tuned out, because I'm
focused on his mom, a hot little brunette who stands next to me the
whole time, stroking the red velvet of my sleeve.  I finish with the
kid, give mom a wink and tell her that Santa thinks she's been a good
girl.  After the stores close, I see her striding down the concourse
toward me, hips swinging under her very professional skirt and blazer
ensemble.  She leans over the rope and asks if Santa ever takes visits
from big kids.  I sit down on the chair and she wiggles into my lap.
About three gyrations later it's apparent to me that she is sans
panties.  She starts talking in this little-girl voice about all the
toys she wants and pretty soon the smell of wet pussy hits my nose.  We
slip into the Santa Shack and she pulls her ankles up to her ears.  I
bang that jellyroll hard, then pull out to bust a nut in her mouth.  I
take her panties out of her purse as a souvenir and she wobbles off
toward the exit.

That little escapade led directly to the incidents described in this
story.  Down the mall from my little chair-and-shack location is large
chain lingerie store.  They hire lots of really good-looking high
school and college girls, and I had noticed one of them in particular.
She was shit-hot, not just pretty.  I've always found ethnically mixed
women super-exciting and her Afro-Asian heritage drove me crazy.  Keep
your stereotyped big-tit blondes; give me an Asian or black or Hispanic
girl anytime.  A mixture of any of those, which this girl was, is just
about an automatic ten on the peter-meter.  So, this girl had coppery
skin, thick, straight black hair with blonde highlights, and a smoking
body (the store likes to girls to dress "attractively" which is
corporate-speak for 'give the middle-aged guys a reason to come into
the store').  She wore those little rectangular glasses, the kind that
look so plain they have to cost $300, and her rectangular gold tag said
her name was Taffi.  She gave off 'hot-fuck' vibes the way a drunk
gives off bourbon fumes.  This particular night I watched her walk by
with her hair in one of those 'rooster-tail' sprays, black
jacket-and-pants set that emphasized her small waist and tight ass, and
two-inch heels.  As she swayed into the store a voice said "She's hot,
ain't she?"

"Yeah, Bert, she is," I said as I turned around.  Bert's a security
guard at the mall, and a kindred spirit.  I hadn't been there a week
before we discovered our common interests.  If anything, Bert was more
depraved than I was.  He'd caught an underage guy furtively reading the
porn section at Waldenbooks.  Bert marched him to the mall security
office, where he proceeded to make the boy masturbate until he popped,
then bend over and grab his ankles while Bert butt-fucked him.  Not
only that, but Bert intimidated the kid into bringing his girlfriend to
the office, where a pretty torrid little three-way evolved.  Bert ended
up fucking every hole available, getting his cock sucked by both of
them, and getting his butt kissed in the process.  I mean, literally
getting his butt kissed, as in rimjob.  He was so thoroughly fucked out
that he had to take a sick day.

"Tell you what," Bert said, leaning over the rope and lowering his
voice, "come with me after close.  I'll show you somethin'."

"Okay," I said, then proceeded to watch the clock drag for three hours.
Closing time finally arrived, customers departed and Bert appeared.

"Come with me," he said.  We went out of the mall entrance and walked
along the sidewalk until we reached a plain steel door with the name of
the lingerie store on a plaque.  Bert put a finger to his lips, then
produced his key ring and unlocked the door.  I followed him into a
dimly lit room-the stock area for the store.  He slipped through a door
at the far end and I followed.

We were in a tiny room, staring through what had to be a two-way mirror
into the changing area.  In keeping with its 'up-scale' image, there
were three armchairs around a small table facing the changing cubicles.
I looked at Bert, questions all over my face.

"Just wait," he whispered, and at that moment, Taffi came around the
corner, her arms full of merchandise.  Two other girls followed her.
One was tall, slender, almost a parody of the blonde
cheerleader/sorority type, a cascade of straw-colored hair falling
carelessly around her fine-boned face.  The other girl was shorter and
more voluptuous, with short dark hair.  Each of them carried
merchandise as well.

What happened next caused my jaw to drop and my dick to stand up.
Taffi unbuttoned her jacket and peeled down her slacks.  The other
girls began to strip.  In a moment, I was staring at three bare-ass
naked hotties; firm, jiggling titties, high round asses and beautifully
trimmed pubes.  Then the girls began trying on the merchandise.  Taffi
pulled on black fishnet stockings and a rose-patterned merry widow.
She reached into her bag and pulled out a pair of five-inch heels.  She
stepped into them and began to walk around the changing room, swaying
atop her heels, giggling with her friends.

The blonde girl wore a black thong and matching push-up bra with black
thigh-highs.  The brunette slipped into a thong bodysuit with a
plunging neckline that showcased her big boobs.  I was panting with
arousal, when my brain slipped into overdrive.  Taffi walked up to the
brunette and planted a long, deep kiss on her lips.  I saw tongues
moving against each other.  The blonde began to run her hands over her
own body and in moments there was a full-fledged girl-pile on the
floor.  At one point, the brunette lay on the floor, legs spread wide
in the air as Taffi humped like a man fucking.  The blonde knelt behind
Taffi, alternating sticking her fingers in Taffi's cunt with sharp
slaps on that round ass.  Finally, the three girls collapsed onto the
floor, spent and breathing heavily.

Bert slipped past me.  I followed him back outside.

"What do you think?" he asked

"What do I think?" I sputtered.  "I'm about to beat off right here."

"Save it," Bert said, grinning.  "I've got a plan.  Talk to you
tomorrow."

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