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I paused just a moment to say, "It's okay Santa, you can cum in my mouth."
"Ohhhh yeah . . . fucking your mouth is just as sweet as fucking your tight little hot pussy . . . ohhhh yeah . . . fuck . . . ahhhhhh . . . ahhhhhhhhh . . ."
He gritted his teeth as his body shook and he exploded down my throat. I swallowed as much as of his spunk as I could as I held my lips around his cock. Although I could feel quite a bit of it dribble down my chin. But I held him in my mouth until he started to get soft. Then I pulled his limp dick out from between my lips, pulled his face close to mine like I was going to kiss him, and I wiped the cum off my chin with his beard.
Quickly I got up and began to dress. "Geez, I got to hurry. All the stores will be closing."
He looked at his watch. "Sorry honey, you're too late. It's time for me to start cleaning the mall. But you should wait until the day after Christmas anyway. Everything will be on sale. You'll have enough money left over to go on a cruise or something."
"Good idea. Well, goodbye Santa. It's been real. Same place, same time next year?"
He just grinned and grabbed my behind as I turned to leave. Then he said softly, "You are one sweet piece of ass, honey. Merry Christmas!"
* * *
Christmas afternoon I attended a big family dinner. That year relatives came to town from all over the country. Kind of like a reunion. There were several people I didn't think I had ever met before, especially Uncle Thomas. Although he did seem familiar somewhat, for some reason. When Uncle Thomas got up from the dining room table to go get himself a second helping in the kitchen, I questioned my mother.
"What's the story on Uncle Thomas, Mother?"
"He came back to town a couple weeks ago, Sarah, after many years away. He's been working at the mall for the holidays."
"Oh, doing what?"
"As a Santa. He just got out of prison. But please don't mention it. Not many people know."
I choked on the drum stick I was munching on. "What was he in prison for, Mother?"
"Writing bad checks."
- COMMENTS
Anonymousover 9 years agoLoved the last line, but gotta say, I saw it cumming ;).
...lol, and 'you busted my cherry!' Rofl! ...an awfully materialistic little bitch for being a preachers daughter, lol! (But also gotta say a high percentage of preachers kids I know, male and female, are fucking slutty as I am!)
Anonymousover 11 years agoThis story is fantastic!!!!!! It got me off with the action and the last part gave me a great laugh too. Keep writing Sarah. You're beautiful !!!
