by Dani Wyatt
This could ruin their friendship, sure. But it also could ruin the business they’ve built and I don’t know how I could ever deal with that fallout.
I slip his white dress shirt on as I tiptoe out of the bedroom and down the hall to find my phone.
Sure enough, there are ten texts from my mother asking me to bring things from the grocery home tonight.
And the liquor store.
I’m not even old enough to drink yet. How she doesn’t know that I can’t quite wrap my head around but whatever.
I sigh and scroll down through her messages to find one text from my dad, asking when I will be over after the photography gig. He’s going to have a full dinner spread...ham and turkey, dressing, mashed potatoes, sweet potatoes...he is a great cook and my mouth waters thinking about how scrumptious it will surely be.
Then as I keep reading, my heart stops.
He said he’s also messaged Cole to see if he can come. Then, he wants to know if I need a ride to work.
Oh my God. How will I ever get through an evening with the three of us and not tip our hand?
I shoot a quick message back to them both, covering my ass by telling my dad I’m borrowing Mom’s car for the day and telling her I’m getting a lift with Dad. Then I settle at the kitchen counter after starting a pot of coffee, and rest my face in my hands, wondering when I’ll ever have the backbone to know it’s okay to want what I want, and just let everyone else deal.
What have I done?
The thought keeps playing over and over in my mind when I look out the long kitchen window and see the white snow that’s fallen during the night. It’s covering the branches of the pine tree just outside and it’s deep on the ground beneath.
As my heart beats in my ears, there’s a flash of red against the white snow and a Cardinal settles on a branch. A second later, a more subdued red lands next to the first, the female taking a spot next to him, and I wonder if it’s some sort of sign.
It’s nearly eight-thirty and I need to be at the Santa’s Village by nine-thirty to set up before they open at ten; and I sure could use a shower. Cole’s cum is flaking all over my thighs, my face, my tits... Just about everywhere he could get it, he did. I don’t know much about sex, but I thought a guy was sort of done after he came.
Boy. Was. I. Wrong.
Cole was a firehose that never seemed to end. I loved it, don’t get me wrong, but I’m not sure taking children’s pictures in Santa’s village while covered in cum is the way to go.
Snow flakes are one thing.
Cum flakes are another.
I walk around and find a cabinet full of pottery coffee cups, and take two down. I fill mine, then lean against the stone countertop and take a hot sip, letting the liquid run through me and revive me after a night with only a couple hours sleep.
I’m sore. But it’s a good sort of sore, and I have to say I’m proud of my tight virgin self that I managed to take his monster completely.
Several times, in fact.
I fell asleep with my head on his chest and I’ve never felt that sense of love and security before. Even now, it warms me as I watch the snow falling outside and I hear the soft footsteps coming down the hall into the kitchen.
“Morning, Candy Cane. I didn’t like waking up with you gone.” Cole is shirtless, wearing a pair of loose, button fly Levi’s with the top two buttons still open.
“I didn’t want to wake you.”
He puts his hands on my shoulders. “New rule.” He fixes me with a stare. “Wake me. I’m sorry baby, I want to know where you are, even when you leave the bed. If I need to sleep, I’ll go back to sleep. But waking up with you gone...” He shakes his head. “No can do. Okay?”
I nod, taking a sip of coffee then handing him the cup. “Okay.”
“Good.” He takes a sip and sighs. “We did put in a full night, though.” A low chuckle curves his perfect lips upward around the rim of the coffee cup.
“Yes, and I have a full morning. Think I should at least shower before I go to the North Pole.”
He nods. “Agree. I’ve got the water running for us already. And...” He takes a breath, then finishes. “You may think this is crazy, but I’ve got some things for you. Clothes, shampoo...”
“For me?”
“Yep. Call it crazy, but buying things for you made me feel closer to you. I never knew if we would have this.” He pauses, his eyes narrowing, and he corrects, “No, I guess I knew we would, someday, I just didn't know how or exactly when. But until then, I prepared. There’s a closet upstairs filled with things I’ve picked up over the years. I’m creepy but I love you.”
“Wow.” I giggle. “I guess I should find that a little creepy. But, I sort of like it.”
“Good, now let’s get in the shower. I need another taste of that pussy and I’m going to fill you with another hot load of cum before we head out. Need my mark on you when you are out in the world.”
“I never knew you were such a caveman.” I answer as he reaches for my hand and we walk down the hall, into the bedroom.
“If I told you I’d imagined dragging you back here by your hair, what would you think?”
We walk into the bathroom, and the shower is already running, making me grin as I turn and lift my face for him to kiss. “I’d think you’re such a romantic.”
He meets my lips in a glancing kiss, then sets down the coffee on the marble bathroom sink counter. Then he unbuttons the two buttons on the shirt I’m wearing, taking it off, before stripping his jeans.
“That I am.”
I look down and see his cock already rock hard and standing tall.
Inside the shower, he lathers my hair and washes my body, and as lovely as it all is, all I can think about is having him inside me again. I’ve turned from an innocent virgin into a lust crazed harlot in a matter of twenty-four hours.
I return the favor and wash his hard body, soaping his thick cock and running my hand back and forth until I see the crazed look in his eyes. The water rinses the soap from us, and I moan, turning around and raising my ass in the air.
“Fuck me, Daddy.” I turn and look over my shoulder, seeing the lust gathered in his eyes. “Pretty please.”
“Jesus, you’re perfect did you know that?”
I pout. “No. I just need your cock.”
I wiggle my ass and Cole’s hands dig into my hips. “Careful what you wish for, baby. Sometimes Daddy is going to fuck you like a piece of meat. I’ll always love you, but you need to know it may not always feel like that.”
“It’s okay.”
“Good girl.” His grip is so tight it hurts, but God, I love it. “You understand, this pussy is mine. I’ll use it when I want, how I want. Mine and mine only. Forever.”
I nod, “Yes, Daddy.”
He slides inside of me, the soreness igniting again but in a way that only makes me want him more. He’s not gentle this time. There are no kisses or soft words. It’s grunts and slapping of flesh as he drives into me like an animal, slapping my ass as I hang my head, water dripping down my flushed face as my body gives itself up to him.
“If any man comes near you, they’ll be sorry. That guy last night? Nathan? He’s lucky he’s just a kid. If anything like that happens again, I’ll hurt the fucker who dares come near you.” He smacks me again, making me yelp. “Remember how that feels today when you’re away from me.” Another smack and I’m close to cumming. “Your ass will be warm and you’ll remember who you belong to.”
I grunt as he slams into me so hard I have to lock my arms on the shower wall to steady myself.
He presses forward, holding himself to the root inside of my throbbing pussy and I cum, falling over the edge as I feel the first hot jets of his release start to fill me. He cums in spurts and waves until he’s grunting with it, holding himself deep as he reaches around to turn off the water.
“That’s staying inside you today. Any guy that comes near you, I want them to smell me on you. To know you’re claimed.�
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I nod, trying to catch my breath.
“Stay there.” He commands as he opens the glass shower door and exits the room, returning with a pair of red lacy panties while he grabs a towel off the rod.
He steps back in the shower, drying my legs and my hips and belly, careful not to clean between my thighs.
“Stand up and turn around.” He orders and I comply. “Leg in.” I lift one leg into the panties. “Other one.”
He pulls them up to my hips, then stands up and grabs my crotch hard, rubbing his fingers deep into my sticky opening.
“That’s my girl.” He leans down and kisses my forehead. “Now, let’s get dressed, Santa’s Village is waiting for its photographer.”
Back in the bedroom, Cole picks out a pink cashmere wrap dress that is so soft I want to live inside it forever.
He picks out a pair of black knee-high boots and gets himself dressed in black trousers and a white dress shirt. Then he helps me dry my hair, and shows me a drawer full of cosmetics and lotions he’s prepared just for me.
A half hour later we pull up outside the little North Pole set up in town and make our way through the cool air to where the owner of the shop is waiting, looking dejected.
“I was just going to call you.” He shoves his hands down in his pockets as Cole comes up next to me.
“What’s wrong?”
“Our Santa.” He looks from Cole to me scratching his jaw then pinching the bridge of his nose. “He had a family emergency. Flew out this morning for Virginia. We’re going to have to shut things down. Sorry, I wish I didn’t have to do this, but there’s no job.”
Disappointment floods me. “Oh.” I manage, and feel Cole stiffen next to me. “I needed that money.” I whisper, more to myself than anything.
Cole looks down, taking my elbow. “I’ll give you the money. I’ll give you whatever you need.”
I shake my head. “It’s not just that. I wanted to do it. I’m just disappointed is all. But, it’s okay.” I push a smile to my lips and look at the man who hired me. “Have a good Christmas.”
He shrugs. “I just can’t find a replacement Santa at the last minute. If I could...”
“I’ll do it.” Cole barks out and we both look at him, wide eyed.
“What?” I ask on a giggle. His reputation as an asshole would take a bit of a hit.
“I’ll play Santa. You’ve got a suit, beard, the whole deal? A pillow I can stuff inside...?”
“Well, yeah.”
I can’t stop laughing, but I look up and see Cole is dead serious.
“Then the show must go on.”
Nine
Cole
“STOP LAUGHING.” I adjust the pillow under the wide, black belt. “Do I look convincing? I don’t want to half-ass this.”
Holly pinches her lips together, trying to look serious, her hands on her cheeks but busts out in a hearty laugh. “You’re the sexiest Santa I’ve ever seen.”
We’re standing in the back room at the North Pole and the white mustache and beard are already itching. Holly steps over to adjust my hat, as I pull on the white gloves that complete the get up, and I wonder if I might have made a mistake volunteering for this. If any of the guys at work got wind of the grumpy asshole taking on the Santa role, I’d never hear the end of it. On the other hand, fuck them. This is for Holly, and it’s for the kids, and it’s for Christmas.
“You know, your dad is going to be pissed I’m not at the office.”
“What are you going to tell him?”
“I’m not.” I let out a long breath. “He’s the one who wanted to work through Christmas, not me. This seems like poetic justice.”
“I guess that’s between you two.”
There’s a knock at the door and Victor, the man who’s running the show, calls through. “It’s five minutes to ten. There’s a line outside the door already. You’re sure you’re ready for this?”
“We’re ready.” Holly answers as I drop my hands by my sides, turning my palms outward in a ‘so?’ gesture. She just covers her mouth, stifling another giggle.
“Let’s go.” I turn her shoulders to the door and out we go into the little Santa’s village, where I take a seat on the massive gold painted wooden chair covered in red velvet, and Victor nods.
“You’ll do. At fifteen bucks a photo, and we do about twenty kids an hour it’s worth saving the day. Besides, the kids...” He looks to the door, then back at me. “They’d be so disappointed. Hey, speaking of that, we never talked money. How much do you want?”
“Nothing. It’s my Christmas duty. Now, let’s get on with it.” I grunt and look at Holly, my dick half hard, and I give myself a little talk because having little kids sitting on a Santa’s lap with a hard-on is not the kind of Christmas cheer anyone needs.
“Grumpy Santa.” Holly chides as she takes her place behind the camera, giving me a wink. She looks so fucking hot, it’s going to be a constant battle with my dick for the next eight hours.
Victor unlocks the door as I get my misbehaving dick under control and wonder how the fuck I got myself into this.
FOUR HOURS LATER, I have a whole new respect for Santa.
I’ve been spit on. Kicked. Nearly puked on. Had one kid wet his pants before he got on my lap. They’ve been crying, laughing, screaming...I’ve had kids wish for ponies, guns, for Trump to be impeached...honest to God, I don’t know how you could pay someone enough to do this for more than a day.
“You okay?” Holly hasn’t stopped smiling and laughing since I put on the suit this morning, so that in and of itself makes it all worth it.
“Yep. Not sure the kids are, but I’m holding up.”
“You’re doing great.”
We’re back in the back room for an hour lunch break, and I gratefully take off the hat, beard and hair. I unbuckle the belt and let the pillow fall on the floor, then unbutton the jacket with a sigh.
“It’s hot being Santa.” I spread the jacket open, flapping it wide to get some air flowing.
“Because Santa is hot.” She slides over to me, running her hands up the front of my white t-shirt.
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah.” She pulls her bottom lip between her teeth, that dimple coming out to play as a devious look glints in her eyes. “I never imagined it before now, but I think it would be pretty hot to be fucked by Santa.”
She doesn’t have to tell me twice. “Get your ass up on that table.” I order as I step over and turn the lock on the door. “Pull your dress up.”
I reach down and pull open the Velcro fly on the fuzzy pants, leaving the jacket open. I free my erection from my boxers, then step forward and pull her lacy panties down and off the black knee-high boots she’s wearing.
“God, that’s fucking hot.” I take her in, laying back on the table, spread for me, waiting as I step forward and grip her legs, yanking her down to the edge of the table toward me.
“Fuck me, Santa. I mean Daddy. Santa Daddy.” She whispers and I nearly let my load go right there.
I grab my cock and slap it on her pussy a few times as she hisses. Her wetness is already leaking out, coating my shaft as I smack it against her clit.
“Santa’s going to fuck you, alright. Naughty girl, teasing me. Santa’s going to fuck a special gift right into that naughty pussy, you know that?”
She nods and I grab one knee, pushing it outward as I press the tip of my cock to her soaking opening.
“Wet little girl. Visions of Santa’s cock must be dancing in your head...”
“And his mouth, his fingers...pretty much any part of him makes me wet.”
I part her folds and slide into her in one smooth motion. She’s still tight, but so wet she takes all of me in one drive forward.
When she starts to scream, I reach down and press my hand over her mouth, bringing the index finger on my other hand to my lips. “Shhhhhh, it’s our little secret, naughty little Holly.”
Her head falls back as I slide in and out. Her pu
ssy is snug and hot, and I’m soon balls deep, the table knocking against the wall as I fuck her without mercy.
She whimpers into my hand and her face twists in pain, but soon the look changes and she’s arching her tits up. Her pussy grips my cock as her hands fly out to hold onto my forearms, her eyes wide in a silenced mewl.
“Santa’s going to slide down the chimney tonight and get some more of your cookies and milk.” I reach up with my other hand and squeeze her tit. “I’m going to sleep with my cock inside you tonight. All the other children are going to be disappointed when there are no presents for them. Your pussy is going to ruin Christmas for everyone else. You’re such a naughty girl, making Christmas all about you.”
Her legs wrap around my ass and I let her mouth go. She gasps a breath, then hisses: “Never stop fucking me, Santa.”
“Santa won’t. You’re my special naughty girl.”
There’s a knock at the door. “You okay in there?” Victor’s voice comes through.
“Yes.” I bark. “Be out in a minute.”
I wait a moment and there’s silence, so I lean down and whisper into Holly’s ear. “I’m not coming without you. Your pussy needs to milk the cum out of me. Your special gift from Santa is waiting.”
I grit my teeth as I thrust forward hard, feeling the limits of her body against the tip of my dick. My balls start to heave.
“Santa.” She yelps and I cover her mouth again as her orgasm rips through her at the same time as I let loose.
She twists in frantic release and I feel her screams against my hand as waves of my own orgasm shake me to my core, making me buck against her as I coat her insides with jets of my seed.
I hover over her, both of us gasping and panting, our eyes locked together as her thighs tremble and I wonder how I got so fucking lucky. I know she’s too sweet and young for me but I don’t give a shit. I’m keeping her.
Letting my hand go from her mouth, I see a smile so bright my heart heaves in my chest.
