Santa's little slut!! - Sex Stories

Santa's little slut!!

... You can sit in my lap right now if you want." he teased, like he was daring me. I nodded and walked over to the bathroom door, pressing down on the button in the handle to lock the door from the inside. When I turned around, he was sitting on the toilet in the stall. He looked even better than my fantasy sitting there with his hairy legs spread wide, his red pants pulled down around his ankles and a growing bulge in the pouch of his jock. I walked over to him and climbed up into his lap so that we were face to face, and I was straddling him with my khaki clad ass rubbing firmly against his hardening cock. His beard tickled my face as I leaned towards him and asked, "So, which list am I on? Naughty or nice?" "It's even better if you are on both lists!" he joked before pulling my head up to kiss me. His beard rubbed against the sensitive skin of my face as his thick tongue insistently pushed it's way between my lips and deep into my mouth. His spit tasted a little like whisky as we kissed and I ran my hands up under his shirt, rubbing them against his firm, hairy belly. I could feel his cock growing and flexing against my ass through the fabric of his jock and my pants. "Why don't you suck on my big candy cane?" he said, laughing. I climbed down off his lap and knelt down on the dirty tile floor between his hairy thighs. Viewed at eye level, the bulge in his jockstrap made it look like he was hiding a g****fruit in there! "Hold on a second." he told me as he leaned down and ...

... grabbed the hem of my navy blue sweater, pulling it and the white teeshirt I was wearing underneath off over my head and tossing them to the side. I shivered a little as i felt the cool air on my skin, and I could feel my nipples hardening with excitement. I stayed focused on his crotch, which was begging for the attention. His costume must have been as warm, as he said, cause I could smell the musky sweat scent emanating from between his legs. I inhaled deeply as I leaned forward to lick at the damp patch of cloth where precum was already leaking through. I could feel his cock jump as my tongue made contact. When I looked up at him, he was busy unbuttoning the top of his jacket. He smiled down through his beard at me over the mound of his firm belly and muscular chest. He wasn't the only one with a wet spot of precum in his underwear! I opened my mouth as wide as I could and clamped it down on the head of his cock through the damp fabric. He groaned and ran his fingers through my hair, saying, "Well, you are a good boy, aren't you?" I didn't bother to answer, just kept my lips wrapped around the outline of his bulging dick. He lifted up his hips and hooked his thumbs through the elastic waistband of his jock, tugging it down and letting his fat cock spring free. Not only was it thick, it was just huge! His balls were, too -- each nut was at least the size of an extra large egg! The pubes at the base were blended salt and pepper, just like the hair covering the rest of his ...