It was Christmas time and as cliche, as it seemed, that was always Gordon's favorite time of the year. Being raised by a single mother having a steady stream of coming and going boyfriends there wasn't a lot of consistency growing up. There was a lot of scrimping and saving and yelling. But the one thing his mother always gave her best for was Christmas time.
He couldn't help it, just after Thanksgiving whenever the Christmas music would start rolling in he'd start smiling just when everyone else he knew would start bitching. That's how he knew he wanted to be a Santa.
Sure, there weren't a lot of black Santas out there but in today's age that didn't matter. He signed up for the official classes, bought his suit and it wasn't long at all before he'd gotten a seasonal gig at the local mall – that was three years ago.
Word got around for better or worse, “A black Santa?” They'd say, “But Santa's supposed to be white.” Not to his face but even in the din of the mall voices sometimes carry. Still, his joy was infectious, and he'd developed a cult following over the years. After all, he was good with kids too.
But, there was one unexpected perk to his job. At first, it had caught him off guard, but there were certain women out there that were, shall we say, Santa groupies.
It probably helped that unlike a lot of the mall Santas, Gordon was only in his late twenties, just a few years out of college and working the Santa bit on the side after working his days in the laboratory. His smooth chocolate skin against the white beard may have awakened something in the mothers that brought their children without them even realizing it.
And, as he asked little Dustin about what he wanted for Christmas, his mother who was standing at his right was giving off all the signs that she wanted a bit of Santa for herself.
Often Gordon wondered if women realized that men could smell where they were in their cycle. The smell of blood, the smell of lust, and a certain smell of warmth that came during the fertile window. That dangerous whiff. For the woman it usually meant taking certain risks they wouldn't normally take, thinking they were being impulsive or spontaneous when in fact they were bending to the will of their own body.
Yes, this white woman would be having an egg drop in the next day or so. Gordon gave her the warmest smile he could muster when she put a hand on his shoulder and he only just barely fought back rolling his eyes at the wedding ring – it figured. He wasn't the type to hang out at bars and women at his work were pretty scarce, sometimes he wished he had someone to settle down with.
“Jacquelyn, Bernice – could you two give Dustin a tour through the snow cave please – he's been such a good boy this year.” The snow cave was an attraction built across the aisle and was filled with lots of shimmering lights, tunnels, and reflective ice decorations.
Gordon smiled as little Dustin ran off with his two elves happily and turned to the woman at his side. “Dustin was an especially good boy this year, would you like to come into the back to pick out a special present for him?”
“Me?” She mumbled flustered, “Um... yeah.”
“Santa will be back in a few minutes boys and girls.” He announced with his usual cheerful boisterous voice followed by a “Ho Ho Ho.”
With that, he ducked into the short door behind the throne, and with a bit of beckoning the mother followed. Inside was a small break room along with a stack of presents, all gift-wrapped but with tags saying what was inside. “Please feel free to pick whichever you like for Dustin. If there's nothing here you think he'd like we do have generic gift cards.”
Man... Gordon thought to himself, she was smoking hot, and the way she was bending over. No way was she keeping warm in that outfit either, but he had to play it cool. He was still Santa after all, and there were certain rules to this game.
“This one... I think.” She said after a few moments, “thank you so much.”
“No problem.” He gave her his biggest smile flashing his impossibly white teeth, “Santa always delivers the gifts people need.” And finally, finally, he let himself give a little wink. That goofy smile she gave in return – he had her.
“It's going to be about ten minutes before my elves come back with your son. I was due for a break anyway, would you like to spend some time here with me?”
She looked side to side, glancing for just a second toward the door. “I was...” She squinted her eyes and shook her head looking down at the floor, “God – I mean...” And she trailed off again, “Could you, could you please – could we-” He cut her off with a kiss, fluidly pulling his fake beard out of the way. She had to be the cutest thing he'd ever gotten into his shack. With some of these women, he felt like prey, but this one was acting just like one of those kids asking for a present.
“Oh Santa.” She moaned into the kiss, pressing her body against his.
“Is this what you want?” He asked sincerely.
“Yes, please, please.”
“We're gonna have to be quick.” He said reaching over and locking the door, “Tell me how you want it.”
She looked around for a moment and smiled that same timid smile, “Here.” She pulled down her pants and dropped back on the couch.
Gordon dropped his pants, it took more skill than people gave him credit for considering the suspenders and buttons but he did it in the blink of an eye, “This is YOUR present he said catching her eye, with or without the suit?”
“Oh keep it on.” She laughed playfully, some of her timidness finally melting away.
Then Gordon reached over to the end table and opened the drawer and pulled out a condom, “With or without the sheath?” He asked in all seriousness.
She was torn as they all were, she shook her head slightly, “Can – can you pull out?”
“I'll do whatever you want.” Gordon smiled at her and lowered himself on top of her. He reached down between them, the action hidden by the bulk of his suit, and guided himself inside. He had a respectable six inches but based on how the women reacted when he was wearing the suit it might as well have been afoot.
She squealed as she slipped inside her, she was soaking wet. Gordon went straight to fucking, And then it started, “Oh, oh Santa!” He grabbed her ass for leverage as they started to slip toward the floor. “Santa!” She cried as he pushed the couch against the wall, it was great pussy but always a challenge to do it with the suit on, “Santa.” She cried and grabbed the sides of his head, pulling him in for a kiss.
“Please...” She pleaded after they'd been at it a few minutes. She looked up at him with her eyes glistening, “Put a baby in me.” She said just above a whisper.
It was probably just pillow talk but it still got his blood boiling, “You want me to cum inside?” He asked as he always did, it was the polite thing to do.
“Please!” She grunted into him and he knew she was cumming. Gordon grabbed her ass tight and pushed into her hard a few more times, “Santa, please, I'm there!” She moaned as she clutched against him.
“So am I,” Gordon said simply, holding himself deep inside her, feeling his nuts jump in his sack and his cock spasm as it coated her insides.
For a few moments, they just held each other, and then this woman, whose name he still didn't know leaned in for one more kiss, “Thank you Santa.”
Gordon pulled himself to his feet and went through the process of pulling his suspenders back up along with his pants but the mother was already making her way to the door. “Don't forget the present.” Gordon interrupted her before she could unlock the knob.
“Oh, I'll never forget this.” She giggled.
“For Dustin.” Gordon laughed seeing the shocked look on her face as she scrambled to pick up the box.
Gordon managed to follow her out and there were his elves along with little Dustin. Of course, the looks he was getting from Jacquelyn and Bernice told him that he wasn't fooling anyone. “Merry Christmas!” He waved to mother and son as they walked away getting back in the holiday spirit.
Gordon took his seat and the children started moving through the queue again. Damn, this was a great gig. Then night wore on, usually, women like that turned up just a few times throughout the season so he figured it would be business as usual. As the night wore down the line continued to get shorter and shorter.
Finally, the last pair made their way up to his chair. A beautiful blonde woman and her chocolate ********. Gordon reached down and hefted the girl onto his knee, “And you sweetie, what would you like for Christmas?”
She was barely walking let alone talking so Gordon just continued rocking her on his knee while he looked at the mother, there was something about her. He looked back and flashed his smile as the photo was taken.
“You look familiar...” Gordon trailed off feeling something click deep inside his brain.
The blonde woman moved in, and whispered in his ear with those ruby-red lips, “This is my ******** Julia, and for the last few weeks I've been excited to tell her all about Santa being her father.”
Gordon swallowed hard looking at the girl in his lap, was this beautiful child his? He looked back up at the woman, his memory getting clearer, remembering one of the first times a woman had come onto him wearing the outfit, “She was a beautiful Christmas present but I was hoping that maybe this year Santa would come home with me and help with getting her a brother or a sister?” His eyes roamed over here, no ring, he was sure it was there the last time.
Gordon started crying, just this rush of happiness that came up from inside him, he gave the girl in his lap a hug, “This may have been your Christmas gift” he said trying to hold it together, “but you've made this the best Christmas ever.”
I wanted to write something sweet for Christmas. Honestly turned out better than expected - Happy Holidays everyone!
He couldn't help it, just after Thanksgiving whenever the Christmas music would start rolling in he'd start smiling just when everyone else he knew would start bitching. That's how he knew he wanted to be a Santa.
Sure, there weren't a lot of black Santas out there but in today's age that didn't matter. He signed up for the official classes, bought his suit and it wasn't long at all before he'd gotten a seasonal gig at the local mall – that was three years ago.
Word got around for better or worse, “A black Santa?” They'd say, “But Santa's supposed to be white.” Not to his face but even in the din of the mall voices sometimes carry. Still, his joy was infectious, and he'd developed a cult following over the years. After all, he was good with kids too.
But, there was one unexpected perk to his job. At first, it had caught him off guard, but there were certain women out there that were, shall we say, Santa groupies.
It probably helped that unlike a lot of the mall Santas, Gordon was only in his late twenties, just a few years out of college and working the Santa bit on the side after working his days in the laboratory. His smooth chocolate skin against the white beard may have awakened something in the mothers that brought their children without them even realizing it.
And, as he asked little Dustin about what he wanted for Christmas, his mother who was standing at his right was giving off all the signs that she wanted a bit of Santa for herself.
Often Gordon wondered if women realized that men could smell where they were in their cycle. The smell of blood, the smell of lust, and a certain smell of warmth that came during the fertile window. That dangerous whiff. For the woman it usually meant taking certain risks they wouldn't normally take, thinking they were being impulsive or spontaneous when in fact they were bending to the will of their own body.
Yes, this white woman would be having an egg drop in the next day or so. Gordon gave her the warmest smile he could muster when she put a hand on his shoulder and he only just barely fought back rolling his eyes at the wedding ring – it figured. He wasn't the type to hang out at bars and women at his work were pretty scarce, sometimes he wished he had someone to settle down with.
“Jacquelyn, Bernice – could you two give Dustin a tour through the snow cave please – he's been such a good boy this year.” The snow cave was an attraction built across the aisle and was filled with lots of shimmering lights, tunnels, and reflective ice decorations.
Gordon smiled as little Dustin ran off with his two elves happily and turned to the woman at his side. “Dustin was an especially good boy this year, would you like to come into the back to pick out a special present for him?”
“Me?” She mumbled flustered, “Um... yeah.”
“Santa will be back in a few minutes boys and girls.” He announced with his usual cheerful boisterous voice followed by a “Ho Ho Ho.”
With that, he ducked into the short door behind the throne, and with a bit of beckoning the mother followed. Inside was a small break room along with a stack of presents, all gift-wrapped but with tags saying what was inside. “Please feel free to pick whichever you like for Dustin. If there's nothing here you think he'd like we do have generic gift cards.”
Man... Gordon thought to himself, she was smoking hot, and the way she was bending over. No way was she keeping warm in that outfit either, but he had to play it cool. He was still Santa after all, and there were certain rules to this game.
“This one... I think.” She said after a few moments, “thank you so much.”
“No problem.” He gave her his biggest smile flashing his impossibly white teeth, “Santa always delivers the gifts people need.” And finally, finally, he let himself give a little wink. That goofy smile she gave in return – he had her.
“It's going to be about ten minutes before my elves come back with your son. I was due for a break anyway, would you like to spend some time here with me?”
She looked side to side, glancing for just a second toward the door. “I was...” She squinted her eyes and shook her head looking down at the floor, “God – I mean...” And she trailed off again, “Could you, could you please – could we-” He cut her off with a kiss, fluidly pulling his fake beard out of the way. She had to be the cutest thing he'd ever gotten into his shack. With some of these women, he felt like prey, but this one was acting just like one of those kids asking for a present.
“Oh Santa.” She moaned into the kiss, pressing her body against his.
“Is this what you want?” He asked sincerely.
“Yes, please, please.”
“We're gonna have to be quick.” He said reaching over and locking the door, “Tell me how you want it.”
She looked around for a moment and smiled that same timid smile, “Here.” She pulled down her pants and dropped back on the couch.
Gordon dropped his pants, it took more skill than people gave him credit for considering the suspenders and buttons but he did it in the blink of an eye, “This is YOUR present he said catching her eye, with or without the suit?”
“Oh keep it on.” She laughed playfully, some of her timidness finally melting away.
Then Gordon reached over to the end table and opened the drawer and pulled out a condom, “With or without the sheath?” He asked in all seriousness.
She was torn as they all were, she shook her head slightly, “Can – can you pull out?”
“I'll do whatever you want.” Gordon smiled at her and lowered himself on top of her. He reached down between them, the action hidden by the bulk of his suit, and guided himself inside. He had a respectable six inches but based on how the women reacted when he was wearing the suit it might as well have been afoot.
She squealed as she slipped inside her, she was soaking wet. Gordon went straight to fucking, And then it started, “Oh, oh Santa!” He grabbed her ass for leverage as they started to slip toward the floor. “Santa!” She cried as he pushed the couch against the wall, it was great pussy but always a challenge to do it with the suit on, “Santa.” She cried and grabbed the sides of his head, pulling him in for a kiss.
“Please...” She pleaded after they'd been at it a few minutes. She looked up at him with her eyes glistening, “Put a baby in me.” She said just above a whisper.
It was probably just pillow talk but it still got his blood boiling, “You want me to cum inside?” He asked as he always did, it was the polite thing to do.
“Please!” She grunted into him and he knew she was cumming. Gordon grabbed her ass tight and pushed into her hard a few more times, “Santa, please, I'm there!” She moaned as she clutched against him.
“So am I,” Gordon said simply, holding himself deep inside her, feeling his nuts jump in his sack and his cock spasm as it coated her insides.
For a few moments, they just held each other, and then this woman, whose name he still didn't know leaned in for one more kiss, “Thank you Santa.”
Gordon pulled himself to his feet and went through the process of pulling his suspenders back up along with his pants but the mother was already making her way to the door. “Don't forget the present.” Gordon interrupted her before she could unlock the knob.
“Oh, I'll never forget this.” She giggled.
“For Dustin.” Gordon laughed seeing the shocked look on her face as she scrambled to pick up the box.
Gordon managed to follow her out and there were his elves along with little Dustin. Of course, the looks he was getting from Jacquelyn and Bernice told him that he wasn't fooling anyone. “Merry Christmas!” He waved to mother and son as they walked away getting back in the holiday spirit.
Gordon took his seat and the children started moving through the queue again. Damn, this was a great gig. Then night wore on, usually, women like that turned up just a few times throughout the season so he figured it would be business as usual. As the night wore down the line continued to get shorter and shorter.
Finally, the last pair made their way up to his chair. A beautiful blonde woman and her chocolate ********. Gordon reached down and hefted the girl onto his knee, “And you sweetie, what would you like for Christmas?”
She was barely walking let alone talking so Gordon just continued rocking her on his knee while he looked at the mother, there was something about her. He looked back and flashed his smile as the photo was taken.
“You look familiar...” Gordon trailed off feeling something click deep inside his brain.
The blonde woman moved in, and whispered in his ear with those ruby-red lips, “This is my ******** Julia, and for the last few weeks I've been excited to tell her all about Santa being her father.”
Gordon swallowed hard looking at the girl in his lap, was this beautiful child his? He looked back up at the woman, his memory getting clearer, remembering one of the first times a woman had come onto him wearing the outfit, “She was a beautiful Christmas present but I was hoping that maybe this year Santa would come home with me and help with getting her a brother or a sister?” His eyes roamed over here, no ring, he was sure it was there the last time.
Gordon started crying, just this rush of happiness that came up from inside him, he gave the girl in his lap a hug, “This may have been your Christmas gift” he said trying to hold it together, “but you've made this the best Christmas ever.”
I wanted to write something sweet for Christmas. Honestly turned out better than expected - Happy Holidays everyone!
