Santa’s Perverted Helper Acquires An Assistant

Santa’s Perverted Helper Acquires An Assistant
By rutger5 (copyright 2012)



The winter morning arrived clear and bright with just a hint of frost in the air. Of course to me it felt like paradise and not just because winter was in the air and I would shortly be resuming my duties as one of Santa Claus’ most trusted helpers. Today I would be having a reunion with little Susie Walker.


She was the formerly naughty minx who I had helped in turning from the path of naughtiness to the superior path of niceness. It had been a year to the day when we had met and experienced, at least for me, the single greatest afternoon of my life. As I got ready I checked my appearance in the bathroom mirror and smiled. Since last year my salt and pepper beard had turned almost all salt. While that might have bothered some people, in my case I felt it was a plus. An all white beard just made me resemble the boss more and since I sometimes “filled in” for him that made the job easier.


Wearing just a towel I left the bathroom and went into my bedroom. My red and white suit sat on my bed, cleaned and pressed and ready to go. The last time I’d worn it was that fateful day and the thought of that made me grin ear to ear. Well that and I felt my neglected Yule log start to move. Tossing the towel aside I dressed quickly, first putting on a new, clean undershirt before pulling my red pants with the white fur cuffs on.


My erection was almost full but I managed to squeeze it into my pants before pulling on my jacket and fastening the thick black belt over it. Thick socks, my big, black boots and my Santa hat completed the festive ensemble. Whistling a Christmas tune I left my room and headed downstairs and then to my van. There was no way I could sit still as I felt as giddy as a schoolgirl at a Justin Bieber concert.


After a short drive I was in the heart of town when I decided to grab some breakfast while I waited for our rendezvous time. Pulling into a fast food joint I waited on the drive thru lane until I could place my order. While sitting I reflected on what was about to happen and how I found myself in this situation. Meeting Susie last year as part of my duties as one of Santa’s more unorthodox helpers had changed my life both good and bad but I’d believed that I would never see her again.


Then as a result of a holiday miracle the letter she had written to me found its way into my possession. In it she stated that she wished us to resume our acquaintance and I couldn’t be happier about that. It was no problem to find out what her cell number was due to my important position as a mail sorter for the U.S. Postal Service. A certain wireless network phone bill “accidentally” fell off the conveyor belt and opened revealing to me a particular phone number.


After that lucky break it all fell into place. When I first called I did so from an increasingly hard to find public telephone in order to leave no traceable record of the call. When I first heard Susie’s melodious voice over the line it took me a minute to speak I was so excited. I could barely hear my voice over the rapid beating of my heart.


“H-h-hello Susie” I began but that was enough as I heard a shriek over the other end, then silence. Just when I thought she had hung up I heard my angel’s voice again.


“Oh my God, it is you Santa’s helper. Sorry but I had to go to where it was private as people looked at me like I was crazy when I screamed. But I couldn’t believe it was you, did you get my letter?” Susie said in a rapid, breathless manner.


“Ho ho hello Susie. And a Merry Christmas season to you! When I received that wonderful letter of yours I was tickled pink to say the least. How are you?”


“I’m good” she said, and then in a whisper added “Now that I’m really talking to you I’m getting all wet and excited.”


I knew how she felt as on hearing that I let out a low groan myself and to say that a flood of blood flowed to my groin was the understatement of the century. At that moment my pants felt as tight as if a boa constrictor had me in its coils. There was a moment’s silence on the phone before I heard her voice again but this time it had an uncertain quality to it.


“Santa’s helper, the reason you called me, I mean, let me just ask. Do you want to see me again, is that why you called?”


“Yes Susie I wish to see you more than anything else in the world. If you want that too then we can meet.”


She squealed loudly in response to that statement I can truthfully report.


“When can we meet? I mean anytime is good for me and I even have my license now so I can meet you if you don’t want to drive or something.”


“Well Susie I do have some time off remaining this year and I also have another mission from Santa to do but you come first. Since I’m being granted a second chance with you I plan on making it count. So you tell me when is good for you.”


“That is so sweet and perfect actually. How about tomorrow? I’m off from school due to a teacher conference and Billy is going to his friend’s house after school so I’m free the whole day.”


“You have a date young lady” I told her “and if it’s alright I’ll pick you up at your house in the morning. What time should I be there?”


“Eight thirty is good. By then everyone will be gone and I’ll tell my Mom that I’m going shopping for presents so I won’t be bothered.”


“Okay Susie I’ll see you then” I replied.


“Bye Santa’s helper.”


I was so caught up in my memories that I hadn’t even noticed the line had moved and I was holding things up. Thankfully a kind stranger behind me honked repeatedly on his horn and even waved to me with one finger in order to alert me to my faux pas. Cheerfully I returned his wave, though I used all my fingers, and pulled up to place my order. If I memorized his license plate number so that I could thank him more later in private, well who could blame me.


“May I have two of your fine breakfast burritos and a large coffee to go please?” I yelled out to the intercom.


$8.17 was the reply I believe, but to be honest the sound quality was so poor that it could have been ‘I ate seven teens’ but that was unlikely I guess. When I drove up to the window I handed the startled worker a ten dollar bill and told her to keep the change which I gather was more shocking than me being dressed like the boss. Next I parked in a corner of the lot where I scarfed down my fine processed fast food breakfast. Before I did I draped a towel around my neck to avoid any stains on my freshly cleaned outfit. Sometimes I could be a trifle messy but I so wanted to look my best for today.


By the time I finished it was past eight o’clock giving me just enough time to drive to get Susie. My hand actually trembled from nerves as I turned the key in the ignition to start the van. The engine roared to life and I was off. My hand turned on the radio and it was already set to the station that played continuous Christmas music giving me a pleasant soundtrack as I drove.


When I pulled in front of the Walker residence I was undecided on what course of action to take. Should I just waltz up in my Santa suit and ring the doorbell or should I call her phone or maybe just honk the horn as I was expected? It turned out that my mental exercise was unneeded after all. No sooner had the van stopped then the front door, adorned with a holiday wreath, opened and a small figure emerged and closed it behind her. She was wearing one of those full length down coats and a hood covered her head.


But did my sight deceive me or was she wearing curled green shoes and red and white striped tights peeking out underneath her long coat? I’d have my answer in a minute as she hurried to the passenger side door to my van. In anticipation I swiveled sideways in my Captain’s chair and right after I did the door opened and Susie almost leaped inside in her eagerness.


Before I had a chance to say or do anything one hundred and ten pounds of sugar and spice and everything nice was nestled in my arms. She was hugging me as tightly as she could and she smelled like strawberries with her own unique scent somewhat overpowered by what I guessed was her shampoo. Susie sat on my lap for only a few seconds but once she kissed my cheek she climbed off. My hands reached for her but she easily evaded them and stepped back.


“Wait Santa’s helper! I have a surprise I think you’ll like. No doubt you already noticed my footwear” she said as my eyes reluctantly left her pixyish face and traveled downward.

As I’d observed before she did have on striped tights and Santa’s beard be blessed Susie had on green elf shoes where the toe was curled and extended. First she pulled the hood from her head revealing she had on a green elf hat and even more adorable was that Susie was wearing pointed elf ears. Her golden hair was in two braids like Heidi or some other Swiss miss might wear. My mouth dropped to the floor as she continued her revelation. Her slim fingers zipped down her jacket and she slipped it off her shoulders causing my eyes to bug out of my head.


Susie had on a green, sexy elf costume. The skirt was short and jagged and it had a v-neck top showing a peek of Susie’s pale flesh. I felt my mouth watering at the delectable treat before me. She tossed her coat on the passenger seat and stood before me.


“Well Santa’s helper what do you think?” Susie said smiling with one hand placed provocatively on her hip.


“You look so wonderful Susie. Sexy and festive all wrapped in one beautiful package with a bow” I answered and I felt my eyes misting up as I beheld her teenaged beauty.


“I’m glad that you like it. I just want you to know that I can be whatever you’re looking for. If you need a sexy little elf to suck on your big candy cane I can do that for you. But if you want a sweet assistant to help hand out the toys to tots then I’m your girl as well. What I’m saying is that maybe you could use someone to help you the way you, um, help Santa Claus.”


Susie said this with such a sincere look on her pretty face that for a moment I was speechless. I looked into those clear ice blue eyes and found myself lost in their depths. What she said made a lot of sense to me I realized. An assistant could allow me to do more of Santa’s work in spreading niceness and opposing naughtiness. And the added benefit that I could tap that tiny teen whenever I wanted spread the holiday cheer directly between my thick legs.


My Yule log had been hard since before I left my house but I felt it swell even larger as I thought about the possibilities of our working relationship. Without thinking I reached down and squeezed the bulge in my pants. Susie saw that and a smile came over her face and it certainly wasn’t an innocent one. Without another word she sank to her knees in front of me. Her small hands reached up and rubbed my covered cock.


She started unbuttoning my fly and once she had it open Susie slipped her small, warm hand inside. The feel of her touching my skin drove me crazy and I pushed my hips upward in response. Susie just giggled as she continued trying to remove my Yule log from my pants but she was definitely having a difficult time. With it wedged next to my leg there wasn’t much room to maneuver it and her hand. I had to give her credit for persistence however as Susie tugged on my prick even bending it which wasn’t easy due to its extreme hardness.


Finally she succeeded in removing it via my fly and once she did her face took on the look of the kitty that ate the canary.