Preface:

Let me tell you a little about myself. I am now nearing 40 years old. I have been playing Santa for 23 years now, mostly for my own kids, although I have also been a department store Santa as well. My 3 kids are Anna age 11, Janet age 13, and Samantha age 14, she will be 15 in a couple of days. All three of them still believe in Santa, though Samantha is a little suspicious as to if there is actually a Santa or not. (Perhaps Santa will visit her this Christmas.)

A thief:

My job as Santa didn’t start with them however. It started a few years before Samantha was born, in fact I had yet to meet her mother. I dropped out of school when I was 16 and went to work. I worked for 6 months before being laid off. During that time I had learned a lot about security systems, though in those days few people had security systems in their homes. At that time, while I was looking for a job, I kept from starving or going on unemployment by robbing houses and selling whatever I could. The Christmas season was upon us and like some other thieves I began wearing a Santa costume during my breakins. It was common back then for dads to dress as Santa and carry bags of presents, so I played the part. Yeah I looked young but it was still old enough to possibly to be a new father.

Around midnight on Christmas Eve, I broke into a house in the better part of town, I had already hit 2 other house and had picked up some unwrapped gifts that had been under the trees. Unknown to her parents, an almost 15 year old girl had crept down to the living room to see if there truly was a Santa. She was wearing a night shirt and panties and nothing else. If you looked hard enough, you could just make out the curves of her A-cup breast, pushing out the night shirt. She had come into the room just as I was about to start gathering up the presents under the tree.

Not wanting to get caught, I stopped myself from grabbing any of the items under the tree, and turned to her. In as deep a voice as I could muster, I said “You shouldn’t be up. Do you know what happens to little girls who spy on Santa?” (I should mention that I had always had a talent for mimicking voices I had heard.) Sheepishly she shook her head. I said, “I take their gifts back.” Immediately she said, “Please, don’t do that. I’ll do anything you want. Just don’t take the gifts away.” ‘This could get interesting,’ I thought. “What will you do for me if I leave them?” I asked. Hesitantly she said, “Well,, all of the boys at school try to,, um see us girls naked. If you leave everything I,, I will take off my,, my night clothes. You’ll be the first one to see me,, me um naked.” The last part she said came out as a stammer. This was definitely interesting, my last girlfriend had dumped me a week ago.

Not really believing she would do it, I said “Okay.” Immediately she pulled the night shirt over her head. She looked lovely standing there in only her panties and her small breast jutted out prominently. With a little hesitation she then removed her panties. I was stunned at the beautiful girl before me. She had nice small breast and just a hint of hair starting to grow on her mound, though it was still mostly bald. I had always liked bald pussies, though none of my girlfriends had ever shaved there.

I walked over to her. Tentatively, to see how she would react, I gently stroked her soft breast, avoiding her nipple for now. When her only reaction was to moan softly, I got bolder. I had circled the breast with my fingers, but now I moved to her nipple. Her reaction was instant, she grabbed my free hand and moved it to her other breast. With both of them being caressed, her moans became more intense and her hips began to rock back and forth.

Wondering how far she would let this go, I removed one of my hands and replaced it with my mouth. She began to breathe harder, though her moaning didn’t get any louder. Her hips began to rock quicker and more fervently. My free hand moved down to stroke the cleft between her legs. With no reluctance, she allowed my fingers to spread the lips of her sex and gently stroke. Her clitoris had come out to play and I took advantage of it. I alternate circling and rubbing it. I had her nearing a small orgasm, when I laid her on the floor. I moved my mouth down to the pussy and began to lick. I had heard of other guys who refused to do this, they don’t know what they are missing. Young girls like this are tasty, fresh and sweet. (Now that I am older I know that most women taste good, but back then I didn’t know.) She was experiencing her first oral sex, and didn’t realize that I had slipped my hands down to free my cock for the next part. Once my cock was free, I kissed my way back up her body pausing to suckle each of her nipples. When I got up to her face, I kissed her deeply. While my mouth was still on hers, I used a free hand to position myself at her entrance. (At this poor my cock was doing the thinking for me.) My cock was at her entrance, when she began to fight back. At this point it was too late for her, though she didn’t know it. She raised her legs to kick at me and prevent my entry. Unfortunately for her this only served to aid my cocks entry, for as her feet came down hitting me in my buttocks. It drove my cock into her more deeply than I had intended it to go. My cock ripped her cherry and half of it entered her. She screamed into my mouth as she lost her cherry and she stopped fighting. I let her body adjust to the amount of my cock I had in her then slipped a little more into her. I had to do that four times until I was fully inside of her. After she had adjusted to my full length, I began to fuck with, at first, long slow strokes. As soon as I could feel her fucking back at me, increased the speed and force of my fucking. I never broke the kiss as I fucked her, breathing through my nose just as she did. When I felt the squeezing and releasing of her vaginal walls, I knew she was close to her own climax. I increased my pace to match. I wanted us both to cum at once. I felt her vaginal muscles clamp down just as I release my load into her. I swallowed her scream as a magnificent orgasm rocked through her. It had been intensified when she felt my cumming into her.

Slowly her body calmed down and I broke the kiss. She was still breathing hard when she asked, “Is it,, always,, that,, good?” In response I said, “Only with grown men. Most boys just care about getting themselves off. There are even some young adult men who are that way. When you find a good one stay with him.” (I had every intention of being that someone.) My new job :

2 weeks later I got a job at the local mall, as a janitor. I would occasionally see her come in with her mom or dad. I didn’t approach her or let her know in any way that I had been the one to teach her about sex, though several times I did protect her from boys and other men who might have tried something with her. I saw her often after she got her drivers license and could drive herself to the mall. Rarely did I see her with anyone, other than other girls. When she would see me, she would say “Hello” but I saw her more often than she saw me. More than once I stopped a man or boy who would have tried to force her to have sex with them without her knowledge. Therefore my she never knew what I had done.

It didn’t go unnoticed by my bosses however. They saw how much I protected the girl. I had inadvertently protected other girls as well. One day, near the Christmas season the first year I worked there, I was called into the office. My boss and another man was in there. At the time I thought I was getting fired. Since the last Christmas I had gotten my GED and started taking night classes at the local college, if I lost this job what would I do. Instead they mentioned how well I had done protecting the young girls and offered me the position of mall Santa. I have done every year since. Unknown to anyone, especially my bosses, I have selected one or two girls each year. These girls I convince to have sex with me. I always make sure that they enjoy the experience and that won’t tell anyone. I don’t think I am one of those perverts who abuse little girls. In fact I like breast, if a girl doesn’t have breast I’m not interested. A girl has to have more than just a swelling on her chest, at least an A-cup or close to it. Therefore all of the girls l teach about sex are normally at least 13 or 14.