"I'm 17, mom. I'm too old to sit on Santa's lap," I whine, rolling my eyes.
"Come on, just take a photo, sweety."
I sigh, praying none of my friends are anywhere nearby to watch this humiliation.
My seven-year-old brother hops off Santa's lap, laughing, as the middle-aged man in the red suit with a fake beard pats his knee, looking up at me.
I step forward, tugging my mini skirt down as I prepare to sit. Leaning forward, my low-cut sweater slips, revealing too much, and heat floods my cheeks. Judging by the bulge growing in his red pants, Santa's got an eyeful of my braless, perky, petite tits.
He grins, meeting my eyes. Old perv or not, I feel throbbing heat pooling in my belly.
I plop down, my tingling, stiff nipples poking through the fabric, cheeks burning crimson as I force a half-hearted pose for my mom.
Santa's gaze lingers on my erect little pebbles, making me squirm in his lap.
"Come on, mom," I groan.
"Just one more," she insists, snapping another picture with her phone.
While sitting there, his straining shaft rubs against my bare ass, my skimpy thong barely covering my shaved labia.
The thought of Santa pounding me with that big, thick rod instantly makes my pussy gush with lustful desire. I'm such a bad girl to fantasize about getting hammered by Santa Claus. Oh no, what if my juices get all over his pants? Oh, shit... That just makes me even wetter.
Mom finally finishes taking photos, but before I can escape, she switches to video mode and starts recording.
"Aren't you going to ask Emma what she wants for Christmas?" mom asks.
"Mom, you're embarrassing me!" I snap, standing up quickly.
My skirt rides up as I move, revealing a glimpse of my red thong. I pull it down quickly, my cheeks flushing beet red as I notice Santa's gaze resting on my thick ass.
"Iron Man!" my brother screams, bolting toward the guy in the costume.
"Peter!" my mom yells.
She spins toward me, pressing some cash into my hand. "Go treat your friends. Buy yourself something nice for Christmas. I'll see you at home," she says quickly, before rushing after my brother.
"Little girl," Santa says, holding out a candy cane. "You forgot your treat."
I reach for it and he leans forward, whispering, "Wait for me at the tree."
My heart skips a beat as I walk away, clutching the candy cane. I was supposed to meet my friends at the mall, but I head toward the giant Christmas tree near the entrance.
I stand there, surrounded by twinkling holiday lights, but my insides are in a frenzy. My fingers fidget with the peppermint stick, attempting to mask the quaking need within me as I wait for Santa, hoping he will fuck me like the slutty girl I secretly am.
The man in the Santa suit finally appears, giving me a subtle nod. I follow him to a door marked "Staff Only."
The room is small and bare, with a few chairs, lockers, and the buzz of fluorescent lights. He steps in after me, locking the door with a loud click.
I stay rooted to the spot as he walks toward a chair. He unzips his pants, and they drop to his ankles, revealing a full throbbing erection.
Santa sits, patting his muscular thigh. "Come here, naughty girl," he growls. "Time for your Christmas present."
My eyes widen as I stare at his cock, an engorged, veiny shaft glistening with precum. Will I really do it? Have sex with a random older dude? It's so wrong, but so fucking hot.
My body betrays me, moving towards him. I ache to feel him bare, exploding inside me, a sticky mess of his hot cum coating my cervix.
As I straddle his lap, I pull my soaked thong to the side, feeling his raw bulbous head press against my slippery, swollen folds.
"Dirty girl," he murmurs, his hands gripping my hips as he guides me down onto his firm flesh.
I gasp as he enters me, my tight walls stretching to accommodate his thickness. As he thrusts his rock-hard cock deep inside of me, I can't help but moan.
My fingers dig into his broad shoulders as I grind my hips against him, my sensitive clit craving more of the delicious friction.
With each upward stroke, his rigid shaft hits my sweet spot, my dripping arousal engulfing his impressive girth in a snug, warm grip.
I whimper and moan as I writhe against him, chasing the high, arching and trembling with each powerful thrust.
What a dirty whore I am, letting a stranger fuck me bareback. It's wild, it's crazy, but I can't help myself; I'm addicted to the thrill.
All I want, all I crave, is to feel his sticky seed pulsing inside me, a desire so intense it overrides my rational thoughts. I'm a slave to that sensation. It's a bad habit I can't seem to break.
"Pump me full," I beg.
With a guttural grunt, he shoots hot, thick ropes of cum deep into my core. My walls greedily clench around him, milking him dry. I'm lost in ecstasy, my body convulsing, my mind a hazy blur of pleasure.
He grins at me. "Such a bad girl."
I giggle as I stand, feeling his sticky cum trickling down my thighs. With a playful smile, I scoop up a large glob with my finger and lick it off.
"Mmm, salty."
He chuckles and pulls his pants up. I adjust my thongs, feeling them dig into my puffy labia, the fabric absorbing the creamy load seeping out of me.
He walks me to the door, murmuring, "Merry Christmas, little girl," before letting me out.
Before meeting my friends, I make a quick stop at the pharmacy for the morning-after pill.
