Being a Mall Santa is a thankless job. The costume is hot, the beard is itchy, and you always run the risk of a child peeing on your leg. Not to mention, they don't really dry-clean the suit in between Santa's so you end up sitting in someone else's sweat all day.

With that being said, it felt good to see the smiles on the faces of those that came to sit on his lap and get a picture taken with the jolly old elf.

Santa's North Pole had been put in one of the abandoned shops this year and they only let in one group at a time. It was a blessing to be sure as it minimized the chaos and Santa could have a few moments in between photos to scratch himself or pull down his beard and get a drink without getting hair in his mouth.

After getting a drink, Santa's helper at the camera asked if he was ready for the next customer and he readjusted his beard and nodded that she could let them in. Santa was not ready for what came through the door.

It was a lovely woman, in a bright red dress with a low cut that framed the most amazing cleavage he had seen. She had no child with her and walked right towards him with purpose. When she reached him, she leaned over, presenting her cleavage right at his eye-line, put her hands on his shoulders and kissed him on the cheek.

"I've been very good this year Santa. I hope you will be able to deliver what I want for Christmas," she said and proceeded to sit on his lap. She sat side-saddle so her legs were hanging over one side and her ripe, soft, full bottom was positioned right over his crotch.

"I'll do my best young lady," he replied in a low Santa-like voice.

The photographer elf asked the woman to turn to the camera and as she counted down to one, the woman quickly reached up and pulled her shirt down to the side exposing a bra covered breast just as the flash went off.

She immediately pulled the shirt back up, gave her ass a little wiggle on Santa's cock, got up to check her progress, smiled and left.

Santa was not supposed to have a hard-on. It was very wrong and off putting and he did his best to think of anything at all to make the rod in his pants soften. Without knowing who was coming in next, he did his best while asking his elf to save him a copy of the last photo since he didn't get to see the full exposure as he was looking at the camera at the time.

The next customer walked in and it was another woman without a child. Her breasts were smaller, but perkier and her nipples reacted to the air conditioner in the store, poking through her shirt almost instantly.

She walked up and kissed Santa on the lips, ignoring the hair from the beard that most assuredly got in her mouth.

"I've been really good this year Santa, and I really hope you will get me what I want for Christmas," she said.

Then she sat down on his lap as the other woman had, giving more of a wiggle against him. Her skirt rode up as she did and he turned to the camera for the photo.

As the photographer got to one, the woman lifted her skirt towards the camera, giggling as she did so.

She stood up, and brazenly reached down to feel his cock. It had started to grow at the thought of what the photo would show, but Santa hadn't seen it, so he wasn't fully hard.

She looked disappointed and left the room.

Santa asked the photographer to hold a moment as he got himself under control and asked if the woman had been wearing anything underneath her skirt. The photographer said she had on a pair of bright red lace panties and told him she would save him a copy of that as well, with a smile on.

After a few minutes of self controlled breathing, he nodded to her to let in the next client.

As he looked up, in walked a young woman who was most definitely related to the other two women, but much younger. If he had to guess, she was probably eighteen, but she didn't have the breast size of the other two women. Her dress was a wrap around with a tie in the front and he could see only smallish mounds on her chest.

She walked up to him, stood right in front of him and without hesitation, pulled her dress open, quick as a flash and then closed it again.

Santa's mouth dropped open. She had nothing on underneath. The image of her naked body was like a bright flash and it was burned on his eyes. Her breasts were small with perfect pink nipples topping them like fruit on top of a mound of whipped cream. Her stomach was flat and her pussy was completely smooth and clean shaven.

She sat on his lap, spreading her legs and straddled him like she was riding a bike. Her ass immediately started to grind into him and her hands rested on his thighs. "Santa, I've been very bad this year, but I still hope you get me what I want for Christmas," she said breathlessly as she dry humped him.

He was speechless and his eyes were closed as the photo was taken.

He opened his eyes just in time to see her pull her dress closed and he knew she had shown the camera.

His cock jerked and he shot a huge load in pants, soaking through the front.

She reached down and felt the wet spot, then licked her fingers.

As she left, he heard her say outside, "I Won!" followed by more laughter.