By the third Party City, Erica was over Halloween costume shopping. She walked the isle’s looking for something that looked fun, but there were only so many cheerleaders and nurse costumes to go around.
She was about to give up when she saw the shirt with the thick bubble font, “Daddy’s little monster” across the front. “Oh, Harley Quinn is a badass,” Erica thought to herself. It was her size so she headed to the checkout line with her last-ditch effort at a costume.
Later that night, Erica took out the costume and started piecing together the outfit. She wanted to put her own twist on it. She threw her hair up in two pigtails and slowly pulled the shirt over her head. She didn’t have spandex shorts, but who does. She found a cute peated schoolgirl skirt from a few years ago and reluctantly tried it on.
The skirt framed the costume great, Erica thought. The last bit would be finding some thigh highs and a good pair of heels. Erica didn’t have a need for much lingerie but she had some garter-high fishnets and a perfect pair of black leather boots that framed her 5’1” frame and showed off the thighs she’s been working so hard on at the gym.
Erica stood there looking at herself in the mirror. Even without adding the pink and blue hair accents and makeup, she felt sexy and powerful. She knew she looked good and that’s exactly the confidence boost she needed at the moment.
Halloween night arrived and Erica took her time getting ready. She was meeting a few of her friends at a local bar for drinks. She took her time in the shower. The hot water felt great and she took a few minutes to make sure SHE felt sexy. Erica grabbed her razor and and quickly shaved her legs. She didn’t expect to get lucky, but she wanted to feel sexy for herself so she trimmed up her bikini area so it was nice and smooth.
She studied a few photos online of Harley Quinn and did her best to match the smokey eye and all the accents to pull off the look. Damnit, she looked hot and Erica knew it.
Her group of girlfriends cheered when she walked up to their table and she greeted everyone and was promptly handed a goblet–sized glass of wine. It was going to be a great night. Erica could feel it.
There were plenty of sexy men in the bar that night. Basically just put the word “hot” before the costume name and that’s what it was like. There was the hot Doctor in scrubs… The hot Fireman with the hose… The hot cop with the handcuffs. You get the idea.
What really caught Erica’s attention was the bad-boy in the Santa suit. He was older than Erica but that just made it hotter for her. He was talking to a few of his friends when Erica caught herself staring at him. His thick tattooed chest and cocky confidence had her intrigued.
He caught her staring at him and raised his drink as a toast. Erica was horrified and embarrassed that she had been caught. She blushed and smiled back at Bad Santa and raised her drink with a shrug and smiled. Santa smiled and winked back at her causing butterflies to flutter in her stomach.
The cheesy red suit, with all those tattoos and his thick chest and shoulders. She was tiny in comparison and that turned her on.
Erica turned and started walking to the bar for another drink. God knows she needed one now. As Erica stood waiting for the bartender to notice her, she had the full attention of the mystery Santa.
James started walking over towards the bar to talk to the hot Harley Quinn. She stood facing the bar as he walked and he was taken back by her body. She was short and she obviously took care of herself. She had thick thighs that framed a cute bubble butt dominating that short skirt. Her fishnets forced his eye to take in the intoxicating view of her body.
She heard a voice over her shoulder, “What are you having?” she turned and it was him.
“Just a basic mom-juice. Wine does the trick for me,” Erica said. “Oh, trick… I see what you did there,” James said with a wink. He wasn’t necessarily hot, but his vibe was. His confidence alone made her want to know more.
“What brings you out tonight? Is Harley looking for a bad boy to join her gang?” James said without breaking eye contact. “I’m just here to blow off some stream and have fun with my friends,” Erica replied. One of my friends got a promotion so we’re celebrating her.
“I’m James,” He told her as he hurriedly shook her hand and gestured at Erica with a nod to the bartender. His hands were strong and wrapped around her tiny fingers. “Enjoy your drink, Harley,” James said with a flirty tone. “Good luck with your quest for your Bad Boy.” James said as he raised his Scotch for a toast. “I’ll be around.” He told her as he headed back to his friends.
Erica felt a wave of tingle wash over her body as he walked away. “What the hell just happened?” Erica thought to herself as she felt the warm waves travel down her arms and legs and radiating in her stomach. “Can girls get blue balls?” She laughed to herself as she walked back to her friends.
The night went on with various hot guys coming over to talk to their table. Erica loved the eye candy but couldn’t keep her eyes off of Bad Santa. They made and unspoken game out of catching one another and smirking. It was fun.
As a group of guys approached their table, Erica’s friends invited the guys to sit down. Erica happened to catch the stare of James and he made a hand-gesture to come over. He was sitting alone at a table in the back of the bar. She could tell her friends she had to use the restroom and avoid the 20-questions she’d get. So she stood up and excused herself and headed back towards the restrooms and the table James was holding.
“Did you find any good recruits for your gang?” He asked her playfully. “Not yet, it’s slim pickins in here tonight” she laughed in reply. “How about you Santa?” Erica asked still standing.
“It’s good. Just checking off my naughty and nice list” He said.
Erica loved his quick wit and outright flirting.
“Would you like to sit on Santa’s lap and tell me what you want… for Christmas of course” James said tapping his tattooed hand on his thigh. Erica’s mind drifted and she caught her heart start to race thinking about sitting on his lap. His big frame against her tiny body.
Erica had a choice to make. Play it safe like she always does, or let herself enjoy the moment. Why not, YOLO and all that right? Erica thought to herself. She took a step forward and stood between James’ legs before slowly lowering herself onto his lap.
She tried to scoop her skirt under herself as she lowered, but she’s been working hard at the gym and with her more muscular body and ass, the skirt sits a little higher than she remembered. She was proud of her progress though and did her best to maintain some modesty.
Erica instantly felt butterflies as James leans forward and whispers, “Good girl” in her ear. She was shocked at her body’s reaction to the words, but also enjoyed the tingle she felt across her body as her mind processed. Her nipples instantly stood at attention and she felt a familiar throb between her legs.
“Before we find out what you want, Santa needs to know if you’re a good girl or a naughty girl” James said playfully in her ear. “Uggg” She thought as she bit her lip. James discreetly placed a hand on the top of her thigh sending jolts of electricity through her body. Goosebumps.
It had been awhile since Erica was with a man. She had dated some boys recently, but she needed something different. She wanted a man. James squeezed her thigh firmly but not hard. “Nice fishnets” he said with a wink.
Erica let out a breath and she knew James was in control and she loved it. His had slowly toyed with the criss cross of the fishnets and he rotated his hand forward and let his fingertips dance along over the top of her leg and just brush against her sensitive inner thigh.
Her legs parting ever so slightly to allow James more access, he asks her again looking directly into her eyes… “Are you a good girl or a naughty girl?”
His hand stopped and he asked, “Should I stop?”
Erica couldnt catch her breath to speak so she grabbed James thigh in reply.
“Good girl” he said.
James squeezed and groped at Erica’s firm quads with anticipation. She was perfect. His fingertips moving up her thigh, “oh my god…” escaped Erica’s lips. James fingertips grazing the hem of her panties.
“Are you a good girl or a naughty girl?” He asked again.
“I want to be naughty…” she said giving into her desires and needs.
“I want you to reach under your skirt and pull your panties to the side for me” James said making direct eye contact.
Erica always dated safe guys. Vanilla really. James was nothing like them. He was direct and demanding. She liked that. Finally, a man who took control. Erica didn’t know if it was the wine or the moment, but she wanted to be naughty. She wanted to do the things she fantasized about.
She didn’t think, she just responded to James’ sexual demand. She reached up and discreetly grabbed her panties and pulled them over to one side. She could feel the brush of air as her pussy was exposed under the table.
James’s fingers barely moved but he instantly felt the smooth skin beneath her panties. It was smooth and warm as he slid his fingers up and down along her exposed lips… teasing her. James would slide a finger up and down each side of her pussy but avoiding the throbbing ache from her clit.
Erica moaned louder as she felt his fingers find her opening and started slowly and rhythmically circling her pussy. Every nerve ending was responding to his touch. Erica didn’t know if her body was betraying her or guiding her, but she loved it.
“Tell me, naught girl, why are you so wet?” James asked with an authoritative tone.
The question was crass and offensive. Erica thought. That was her logical brain’s last objection though. She didn’t have time to even think of a response before James followed up with, “Has it been awhile since you were taking care of by a man who knows what he’s doing?”
His questions were more statement that question and hearing him talk to her like that was turning her on even more.
“It’s been awhile…” Erica responded in half whisper. She didn’t have time to judge her own reply as she felt a wave of pleasure swoop over her body once again as James ever so slightly slid the tip of his finger inside of her.
This wasn’t like her, Erica thought. Here she was in some low-light bar with a stranger touching her in public. At home she’s a mom. Right now, she was a naughty girl getting finger fucked and loving it. She’ll get a release and never have to see this guy again.
James was a master at turning her on. His finger suddenly stopped its methodical exploring. “No no, don’t stop doing that” Erica screamed in her head. “She me what a naughty girl you can be… I want to feel you grind your tight little pussy on my fingers… show me baby girl.” James said.
Erica hadn’t heard the whole demand before she was discreetly rocking her hips forwards and back on his fingers. Each thrust she controlled how deep his fingers reached.
James could feel her tightness surround his fingers as he watched her pulse quicken in her chest and neck.
“I have to get back to my friends soon” Erica said with sigh… “But don’t stop yet.”
James moved Erica’s face to meet his gaze and whispered, “I want to watch you cum all over my fingers….” the last sylabyl left his lips as Erica felt his thick hand press firmly into her throbbing little pussy. Erica thrusted twice and felt the rush of orgasm peak over her head and down over her body.
Her pussy squeezed James’ fingers.. “That’s it, cum all over my fingers like a naughty girl” He whispered.
The afterglow was intense and Erica sat there flushed and out of breath. “Now, go back to your friends and be the good girl they expect. Tonight when you go home and slip into bed, I want you to get your favorite toy and fuck your tight little pussy for Daddy.”
James took her hand and placed it on his lap letting her feel his cock. She could feel his cock throbbing in her hand. “I want you to think about that filling you up tonight as you fuck yourself” he demanded.
With that, James stood up and walked back to the front of the bar to rejoin his group of friends. Erica walked back to the restroom to compose herself. She had one last idea. It was a good one she thought.
She casually walked back to her table but made a quick stop to give James a kiss on the cheek. “When YOU get home, check your jacket pocket. I left my panties in here. You can see how wet I was and think about how good this pussy would feel gripping that thick cock…” She left with a polite kiss on the cheek and a “thanks for the fun time, Santa.”
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/tw53w2/bad_santa_mffingering
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