Lucky Santa

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Caution: This Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Consensual, Cheating, .

Desc: Sex Story: Santa gets lucky at a Christmas party

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.

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