Santa’s Christmas Wish

I’m one of those middle-aged guys who plays Santa Claus during the holidays. It started out several years ago just being a way to make extra money after work and on the weekends, but in doing so I realized I had been suppressing my “appreciation” for the younger female form. It wasn’t the babies or toddlers that caught my attention, but the older girls who were just on the cuff of high school and maybe had already begun to take shape but didn’t understand why just yet.

By that age, most of them had already figured out that Santa wasn’t real, but were sitting in my lap anyway to please mom or to complete a group photo with her younger siblings. Either way, feeling her warm butt on my lap and getting to put my gloved hand on her slender waist or even her hip made my cock stay interested. During a normal four-hour shift, I usually got to feel the subtle curves of at least a couple dozen girls. It always made for some good jerk-off material later when I got home, but that just left me wanting to do more.

With a couple years of experience under my belt, no pun intended, I applied with a private party company who had a small team of Santa’s working family gatherings, company parties, private school parties, and even some sorority parties at the big college in town. The shopping mall gigs were fun but with everyone’s eyes on me constantly and cameras flashing non-stop, I didn’t dare try to put my hands anywhere more than on a girl’s waist and hip, and I even had to be careful about how long I lingered there for fear of someone noticing.

At these private parties, I was usually put in a corner somewhere away from the main party and the parents would send the older kids to see me on their own. The kids were usually bored and therefore stayed with me longer, and without adult eyes or cameras around, I could run my hands up and down the sides of the girls while they sat on my lap, help them down by putting my hand firmly on one cheek, and then giving them a pat on the ass to see them off. When I got the chance to work one of the sorority parties, I was worried that those hot college girls would catch on to my subtle groping. And I was right.

They called me out pretty early, but just laughed it off as me being a “naughty” Santa. They were all wearing short tight party dresses and drinking heavily, which soon lead to a few of them playfully teasing me by suggestively rubbing their firm asses against my thighs while they played like little girls on Santa’s lap. They knew they were turning me on so I didn’t try to hide it. Most of them let me be “handsy” and put my hands all over them except right on the best parts.

At the end of the evening, with most of the girls gone to their dorm rooms, or passed out around the room, one cute little blond walked up to me and plopped down in my lap. She was very drunk and when I put my hand on the top of her bare thigh, she grabbed it and ran it up between her legs, watching my reaction when I realized she wasn’t wearing panties.

She laughed as I rubbed up and down her warm pussy, then sat stoic for a minute while she let me finger her. When a couple of the other girls noticed what was going on, and that I had a huge bulge in my red pants, the girl on my lap slithered down off my legs and pulled my big loose pants down in front, then pulled my engorged cock out and proceeded to give me a delicious blow job. She kept looking back at the other girls who were cheering her on, and I realized she was doing this for them more than for me. Maybe it was an initiation thing for her, or maybe they did this to every Santa every year. I didn’t care. I was just glad to be included. She finally looked up into my eyes when she felt me about to cum, and never blinked while she kept her lips tightly closed around my shaft and swallowed every drop of slippery fluid that I fired into her mouth. She was very good at that.

Afterward I was way out of character, and it seemed like the party was winding down anyway, so I got up and thanked the cute blond coed for her kindness while she took a swig of beer to wash the taste of my cum from her mouth. “Hey, you want to do a party for my little sister tomorrow?” she asked with a heavy slur. “It’s her birthday and she would love to have a Santa like you there.” I never pass up extra money. “Sure, how old is she turning?” I asked, for more than one reason.

“Just a high school freshman”, the blond giggled. “So don’t be expecting it to end like tonight, even though you are pretty sexy for a Santa.” I smiled and dug out a business card from my pocket. “Text the address and time to my cell phone. I’ll give her a discount if she doesn’t go through the company.”

As I left, I figured she wouldn’t remember even mentioning her little sister to me in the morning. But I was wrong, and got a text around noon the next day with the details, and a note saying “I told Emma you were the coolest Santa ever. Don’t let her get too wild on you. She’s learned all that naughty stuff from me LOL.”

So I arrived at the address all dressed up in my Santa outfit, expecting to act the part for a bunch of young girls who are too old to still believe that Santa is real. I only hoped that they would play along and be nice about it instead of being sarcastic and making fun of me. I rang the doorbell and a pretty young blond answered the door. She very much resembled her big sister, but was a younger and smaller version, and she was in a bikini. In fact, a tiny little bikini and she was all wet. I found myself at a loss for words and stood there like an idiot with my mouth hanging open while the cold air made the tips of her breasts pointy against her bikini top right before my eyes.

“Get in here!” she giggled as she grabbed my arm and pulled me inside. “It’s cold out there.”

I heard cheers and looked through the living room and out the back sliding glass door, which is open just wide enough for one person to slip through. There are three more girls her age out on the back patio, sitting in a steaming hot tub. Emma’s bikini suddenly made sense, and I can’t help checking out her cute little butt as she leads me to the kitchen since almost half of it is exposed by her minuscule bikini bottom.

“Here are some chips and stuff if you want any, and soft drinks in here,” she said as she showed me around, then pointed to a big bowl of red punch. “You can have some punch if you want,” she said, then lowered her voice. “But if it’s spiked, I don’t know anything about it. You ok with that?” I shrugged my shoulders and looked around. “Sure, if your parents don’t mind, why should I?”

She giggled and I suddenly realized she was already buzzing. “There not here,” she laughed. “Didn’t my sister tell you that?”

“I don’t think so,” I responded, realizing this was an unchaperoned party. Worry and excitement battled my conscious. She laughed again. “Don’t worry. I have your money. You’ll still get paid. And I heard you were a lot of fun last night,” she said with a sly grin. “My sister said you would be cool doing just about anything to us . . . uhh . . .with us.”

I wondered what her sister told her about the previous night. “Well no problem then. I’m here for your entertainment and . . . enjoyment.” I said, scooping up some of the punch into a red plastic cup and taking a sip. It was spiked alright. And by the taste of it, everyone brought something different to put in it. Probably a water bottle full of whatever each of the girls could sneak from their parent’s liquor stash.

Emma led me out to the hot tub and her friends again cheered and yelled when they saw me. Each of them had their own red plastic cup in their hand and I smiled, giving them a classic Ho, Ho, Ho as I immediately felt inappropriately stimulated inside, knowing this was going to be a lot of fun if they all ended up on my lap at some point. They were all four very pretty and innocent looking young girls, like you would see wandering any shopping mall.

“Santa will be inside in the big chair if any of you good little girls want to come tell me what you want for Christmas,” I said, then saluted them with my cup and took a sip. They all saluted me back and drank.

“What if we’re not good little girls?” one of them asked, making the others laugh.

“Then I especially want you on my lap,” I replied, instantly wondering if that was too inappropriate for their age. The way they all laughed and prodded each other made me realize they didn’t care. “But we’re all wet,” someone pointed out.

“That’s ok with me” I said. “Wet girls are the most fun.” They were in a frenzy of excitement at how suggestive and cool Santa turned out to be. I didn’t want to spoil their party. I figured I would just sit for an hour or so and maybe they would come sit on my lap just for fun. Feeling their wet bikini-clad bodies would be enough to masturbate to later that night, plus I would have some extra cash in my pocket.

After I refilled my cup with punch, I turned the big plush living room recliner so it faced the glass door for the girls to watch whatever I was doing and sat alone for a few minutes while the girls continued to laugh and giggle out in the hot tub. The way they were talking quietly and stealing glances at me every few seconds made me think they were talking about me. Emma finally broke the ice and climbed out of the hot tub, then slipped through the partly opened sliding door, trying to towel off, but she left the door as open as possible.
She was out in the cold air just long enough for her nipples to get hard again and I tried not to stare at them as she walked past me to the kitchen. She looked at me kind of flirty as she went past, so I smiled and quickly looked her up and down just to be polite. The others were watching and I could hear them giggling and commenting when they saw me checking her out. Emma came back from the kitchen with her cup filled with punch, which she set down on the table beside me before dropping down sideways in my lap.