“You’ve been such a nice guy all day, Santa, tolerating all those kids and parents,” she cooed, her rosy lips brushing against my ear. Her knees pinched my hips as she settled tight in the chair around me, and even through the red suit I could feel the warmth radiating from her pussy.
“It’s time for you to relax,” she continued, dragging her tongue up the slope of my ear lobe, slowly, delicately. With my cock throbbing inside those hot pants, her pussy just two thin layers away from me, I reached up and cupped her creamy breasts. Those little raspberry-colored nipples of her pebbled as I rolled them between my thumb and forefinger. I began tugging at them gently while my mouth found the valley between her breasts. I kissed her there, repeatedly.
“Oh, Santa,” she moaned, her hips rolling circles on my lap, my cock fighting the fabric, trying desperate to get free.
“Let me make you feel good, will you, Santa?” the words were sweet and moved slow like honey on a spoon.
“Yes,” I growled, removing a hand from her breast to reach between us and free myself.
“Oh!” she squealed with delight as my cock bounced against her flat, smooth belly.
“Santa, your cock is so big,” her eyes were wide when she spoke, her hands wrapping around the girth of me.
“Is this how you like it?” she asked, lifting herself off me while her hands stroked me, all the way to the peak. I nodded yes; the faux white beard itchy against my real stubble. She dropped down into my lap again, her hands slamming to the base of me. I groaned loudly, the feeling of her hands around me almost too good. She bounced and stroked, over and over, my eyes going from her full, perky breasts to her soft gentle hands around my veiny, straining cock.
The feeling was getting intense, I felt the familiar pull in my belly, burning in my balls.
“Put it in your mouth,” I commanded her, and she did, all the way, until her lips were pressed against the base of me.
“Fuck,” I growled, my hands tangling mindlessly in her golden hair, pulling her deeper into my need.
“Fuck yes,” I repeated, forcing her eager mouth down onto every last inch of me, continually.
Then she moaned, a little moan, but it made her throat vibrate and my balls pulsed.
Without warning, I came, over and over, every thrust of my hips delivering another shot of salty release. And she swallowed it as I came, her throat never stopping until I was done.
When she pulled her mouth off me, she climbed up in my lap and stroked my pink, swollen cock.
“That’s all I wanted for Christmas this year Santa,” she whispered, dusting my cheek with a wet kiss.
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/kckqnh/santas_helper_nsfw_short
Oof wish I was Santa! Very hot!