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 N...

Minnie gazed into the mirror of the mall bathroom. She wore a red miniskirt over white thigh-high stockings, no underwear. On top, she wore a sheer white blouse. Again, no underwear. She undid several buttons, maximizing the view of her ample breasts. After one more look in the mirror, Minnie grabbed her purse and headed out. The mall bustled with shoppers. With two weeks until Christmas, peak shopping season was underway...

Santa was a bit behind this year. His ability to control time allowed him to circumnavigate the globe all in a single evening, bringing joy to all who believed and celebrated this wonderful joyous holiday. The sleigh touched down on a roof in Cincinnati. He emptied his sack of presents which meant that all the presents for this home had been delivered. The stockings were full and the house was asleep. As he looked for the...

Mary nervously sat there, her fingers still slightly shaking as she once again read the note. It had been handwritten on the joke inside her Christmas party cracker. It simply read, “Flash the boss your panties,” and it was signed, Sir. She recognised the writing as belonging to her husband, whom she normally called Kris. This was part of their ongoing festive sexual dare game, one they had agreed to play to spice up thei...

She looked from her window, and beautifully smiled. But even from across the streets, I could sense sadness in her eyes. After a few days, I asked her through my window, “Should I come over? Or just stand here all the time and let this tension between us go?” She turned her back towards me, and I was disappointed. But then she slipped off her blouse, and it got me damn excited. She looked over her shoulder and signed me t...

You awake one morning, hearing noises coming from the kitchen and decide to investigate. You think it might be your roommate Lily, but she is never up this early. Sleepily, you walk into the kitchen wearing nothing but your boxer shorts to see what is going on, and what you see makes your heart skip a beat. There is Lily standing at the stove, wearing only an apron, cooking breakfast. Her gorgeous naked ass on full displa...

The replacement bus would take at least an hour to arrive. The news hadn't gone down well—it was the middle of the night, and they were in the middle of nowhere. At least the driver said they could stay on the bus, which made Phil smile. "An hour to look into the darkness and hate the modern world," Phil said to the stranger sitting beside him. Instead of replying to Phil's comment, his neighbour took out a notepad, and s...

If the bar had been just a little more crowded, I wouldn’t have even noticed him. He walked in from the snow, laughing and stomping his boots on the entry rug. He was tall and thin with a thick black beard. He walked toward the hostess, and they smiled, greeting each other with a bear hug. As the pair stood around chatting, the man unbuttoned his coat and casually glanced around the bar. Our eyes locked for a fraction of...

Once she was securely bound to the bed, Babydoll asked a question she probably should have put to me a few minutes prior. “You’re not a serial killer, are you, Harry?” “No,” I replied with a chuckle. “Not a serial killer.” “Oh, good, that’s… Wait, why did you answer it that way?” I affected a little twitch, a tiny jerk of my head, that I had never displayed before, as I lightly fingered her exposed pussy. “Define the word...

Master called Marsha. Her presence was requested on Monday night... Game night. She was not going to be serving drinks and light snacks, however. Master's request was an order, not an invitation. Marsha drove to Master's house. Several teenagers were out front, and they checked out her nice new car, her expensive clothes, and the flashy rings on her finger. They saw whose house she was visiting, and one called out, grinni...

The cold, hard floor, the antagonist of my story. Well, given that I was a married woman on my weekly escapade to the gloryholes, it was silly to focus on such a thing. However, I was past the point of feeling guilty, so something had to take its place in my curious mind. A pillow would fix this, just put a fucking pillow here, I thought, fixing my hair into a ponytail before getting on my knees. I was a regular, a fan-fa...