Sucking Santa’s Candy Cane
By Delilah Fawkes
Ever since I was a little girl, I’ve wanted to fuck Santa Claus. I’ve always liked boys, and when I was older, I’d touch myself each Christmas, thinking about Santa shimmying down the chimney to bring me presents. I’d imagine cornering him in my living room wearing only my cotton panties, and running my hands over his special Christmas package.
Maybe I’m into bears; I have no clue—but his barrel chest and beard and, let’s face it, the fact that he only wanted to make me happy—made me want him so badly. When I was 18, I sent a letter to the North Pole, jokingly asking for Santa himself for Christmas.
Sorry, Mrs. Claus. But if you can’t keep your man at home, that’s how the cookie crumbles.
I was staying at the dorms for the holiday instead of going home this year, and the campus was a total ghost town. I prowled around looking for holiday parties, but when that didn’t pan out, I decided to do the next best thing and hit the mall. It was late on a Thursday night, so when I pulled in, the parking lot was almost empty.
The stores were getting ready to close as I wandered in, but I didn’t care. I just wanted to window shop for the 30 minutes before they locked the doors. I had $50 of textbook money left over, and it was burning one hell of a hole in my pocket.
Tinny Christmas music pumped out of the speakers, and I hummed along as I wandered past electronics shops and shoe stores. I rounded the corner by the food court, and a blaze of light hit my eyes.
Fake snow. Christmas bulbs. A giant tree with shiny wrapped presents all around the base.
How could I have forgotten? Every mall at this time of year had a Santa.
Maybe I could have some fun tonight after all.
I hopped down the escalator in my short skirt and sneakers and rushed toward the wintery wonderland. There were a couple of kids in line for photos and one incredibly bored looking, middle-aged elf who looked like he wanted nothing more than a smoke break.
In the middle of it all, on a shabby red throne, was the man himself. Santa Claus. I got in line for a better look. He had wide shoulders and strong arms over a moderate paunch, and his beard was real, but colored with shoe polish or baby powder. He looked like a lumberjack, or a power lifter gone to seed.
My panties were getting wet just looking at him. I was definitely going to sit my round, teen butt down on his lap and make him squirm. I caught his eye and grinned at him wickedly. He stared back, nervous, and motioned for the last kid to come on up.
The kid sat on his lap, picking his nose and asking for who-the-fuck-cares while I waited. I was the last one. After this, the mall would be empty, and maybe I could get a little closer to dear old Saint Nick.
The kid finally scampered off to rejoin his mom, and I ran my hands down over my low cut sweater, smoothing it down. Are you ready for me, Santa? I didn’t think he was. I rolled my hips as I walked over to him, making sure he got a good look at my long, tan legs peeking out of my tiny skirt. His eyes roamed my body, locking onto my firm breasts before moving upward.
“Would you like to sit on my lap, young lady?” He said, a twinkle in his eye.
“Mmm, would I ever.”
His eyebrows shot up at my words, and I lowered myself onto his lap, flipping my skirt back, so my bare butt cheeks planted on his thigh. I was only wearing a thong under my skirt, and I squirmed on his lap, pretending to get comfortable. He cleared his throat, and I felt a little poke from Santa’s pants hit my ass.
“Uh… w-what would you like for Christmas this year, little miss?” His voice cracked a little as he stared down at my plunging neckline, revealing the tops of my breasts.
I snuggled into him, rubbing my ass along the growing ridge of his erection. “Oh, Santa. I don’t want to be greedy, but there is something I’d really, really like this year. I’ve been very good.”
I grinned at him, pressing into his body. His breath hitched as I wiggled a little more, rubbing him through his velvety suit.
“You okay if I go home Stev—I mean, Santa?” The elf had packed up the camera and was looking desperate to get the hell out of there. Maybe he was missing American Idol or something. Him leaving suited me just fine.
“Uh, yeah. You go on home, Tony. I’ll lock up,” Santa called in reply.
He turned back to me. “What’s that you want, honey? I have to say, you don’t look like you’ve been very good this year.”
“Oh, no?” I trailed a finger down my cleavage, exposing it even more.
Santa’s gaze followed my fingers. “No. No you seem like a bad girl, miss. What’s your name?”
“Cindy Lou Who.”
He chuckled, the vibration rumbling from his thigh straight to my heating pussy. I knew my thong was getting wet just being so close to Santa.
“Well, Cindy, what is it you want from old Santy Claus this year?”
I leaned in close, pushing my breasts up toward his face and whispered in his ear. “I want to suck your candy cane, Santa.”
Santa pulled back with a noise that was halfway between a gasp and a growl. “You want to do what?”
“I want to get down on my knees and taste that thick, sweet candy cane of yours, Santa. I can feel it poking my ass right now. I want to suck it hard. Will you let me do that?”
Santa looked like he might be having a stroke. I squirmed on his lap again and bit my lip innocently, and watched as his eyes darkened.
“You are a bad little slut, aren’t you, Cindy,” he said under his breath.
“Maybe I am… Does that mean I don’t get my present?”
The song, “Santa Baby” started playing over the loudspeakers, and I smiled. How appropriate.
Santa looked around. “The mall is closed now, but there still might be people around.”
“Is there someplace we can go?” I trailed my fingers over his cheek, then twirled his beard playfully.
He looked behind him desperately. “The toy store. That’s where I lock up. I can put the gate down.”
“Let’s go, then.”
I hopped off his lap, flashing him a shot of my thong as he got to his feet. He led me to the large toy store behind the Christmas display, then pulled the gate down and secured the padlock.
The whole place was decked out for the holiday, with drifts of fake snow in the aisles, and a large Santa throne in the back surrounded by teddy bears and books, I assumed, for story time.
He led me back there, away from view of the front of the store, and sat down in the big red chair. He looked me over, seemingly lost for what to do. My pussy was on fire. I was finally going to live out my biggest fantasy! I eagerly dropped to my knees in a patch of the soft fake snow.
I reached up and unzipped his costume beneath his big, shiny black belt, and reached my hand in to his pants. A thick cock greeted me, springing free of the fabric when I tugged it out. It wasn’t the longest I’d seen, but it was fat and juicy, just like the man himself. The head was purple, and it was rock hard for me already.
“Oh my God,” Santa mumbled.
“I’m going to make it good for you, Santa. I’ve always wanted to do this.”
I leaned down and licked the head of his cock, teasing him, then enveloped him fully in my mouth. He moaned loudly, and I looked up, holding eye contact with him as I took his cock as far back into my throat as I could. He was so thick that I choked a little, but recovered quickly, stretching my lips to accommodate him.
I swallowed around the tip, running my tongue along the underside, and he gripped my hair, his mouth hanging open as he watched me work. I pumped the base of his dick with my hand as I began to suck him in earnest. He groaned and closed his eyes, pumping his hips involuntarily, fucking my eager mouth.