Here Cums Santa's Cock
Copyright© 2025 by Freya Gersemi
Chapter 5
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 5 - Cynthia and Katie troll local malls for holiday dick. Sounds like fun? Well, it is!! I wanted to end my first year as an erotic fiction author with a bang (over a dozen bangs, to be precise!). This involves cowgirl, BBW, spanking, gang bang, lesbian, first time male, cheating husband, mature, MMF menage a trois, anal, cunnilingus, masturbation, dual penetration, facial – there’s a lot going on!!! One chapter posted each week. eBook available over at Bookapy.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Consensual Lesbian Heterosexual Fiction Cheating Spanking Gang Bang Anal Sex Double Penetration Exhibitionism First Facial Masturbation Oral Sex BBW Big Breasts
Katie demurely sat on his left thigh and nonchalantly placed her hand directly on his crotch, but carefully hidden from view by her legs. As Cynthia plopped herself down on his other thigh, Santa looked from Katie to Cynthia and back again. Katie gave him a little “oops” face and moved her hand from his stiffening cock, then she motioned with her eyes to Cynthia’s cleavage. From Santa’s vantage point, he could see a lot of it down the front of her blouse. He grabbed an eyeful while Cynthia just stared off into the distance waiting for the elf to get the camera ready.
“You’re very pretty.”
Katie poked Cynthia’s thigh. “Cynthia?”
“Yeah?” She looked at Katie.
“You’re very pretty,” Santa repeated, looking directly at Cynthia.
Cynthia just looked back at him, not sure what to make of the comment.
“Apparently, she’s now hard of hearing,” Katie told him by way of explanation.
Slightly louder and much slower, the Mall Santa said, “You ... are ... very –”
“She was only joking,” Cynthia said as she looked into the man’s eyes. Dark blue, a perfect compliment to his dark, Mediterranean complexion and chiseled features – or at least the features that she could see between the fake beard and the red and white Santa hat. “But thank you,” she finally and quietly added.
“So, what would you like for Christmas, little girl?”
Cynthia blushed at the “little girl” part. She had never really been classified as “little,” and ever since her tits popped out in third grade, she had been absolutely anything but “little.”
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