Santa's New Helper (Christmas is Cumming)

By VK  on December 24, 2012 (Updated with Vaginal safety consideration, and a link for the song)

Santa's New Helper by VK

 

    "Old Mr. Kringle is soon gonna jingle

    The bells that'll tingle all your troubles away

    Everybody's waiting for the man with the bag

    'Cause Christmas is coming again"

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wPrdBk28bfE

     

    That's the song that was playing that day. I was just going to get the picture done for lulz. The Santa at the mall that year was a good one with a real beard and everything, So I got on the end of the line of kids and waited. But when I got there, the rosy-cheeked old guy stood up and told me off.

    "You've been a very bad girl, I'm afraid," Santa told me. "You're going to have to come with me." He was sweet for an old man and not at all creepy, and what the hell, it was Christmas, so I went with him. I was sure that whole "naughty list" bit was a joke and I was going to get some mall gift certificate or something, but no sooner do we get back to his dressing room, he takes me over his knee!

    He pulls down my yoga pants and panties in, like, no time at all and boy was he strong! Then he started in on me,<SLAP><SLAP><SLAP>...and it was weird. I mean, it hurt and all but it also felt really, really good.

     

    "Naughty girl is wet, isn't she?" The old guy laughed as he poked me in the cunny. I know I was blushing; I was ashamed, but he was right. This jolly old elf was making me so hot.

     

    "Oh, Sir. I'm so very sorry, sir."

    "That's well and good, but it doesn't get you off the naughty list yet," he said.

    "Well, Santa," I said pouting, “How can I show you what a good girl I am?"

     

    "Start by getting rid of the rest of your clothes," He said, with a gleam in his eye. "And get on your knees."

     

    I shed my hoodie, tank top and bra and then stepped out of my shoes and socks so I was naked. He was undoing his big black belt and dropping his red trousers to the floor. As I knelt I saw his large and veiny cock come out of his green boxers. I began to kiss and lick it and it tasted mildly of pine and peppermint. I giggled as I thought of candy canes. I let out a long moan as he grabbed my head and forced his cock in my mouth. Santa face-fucked me til I was nearly out of breath and it was so good.

     

    Then he let me go and looked down at me smiling a dirty red-cheeked smile. He pulled a candy cane--well not really a cane, just a large, red and white striped peppermint stick--out of his bag and handed it to me. "Go sit in that chair," he told me as he took out a small video camera and set it up.

     

    "Now start playing with yourself with it, like a good little Santa's helper."

    "But Santa, its not safe to put sugary things in there."

     "It IS magic," he said, but keep the wrapper on."

     

    I unwrapped the top half only, and then sucked on the cane for a bit, making sexy eyes at the camera. I'd done one or two things on Skype before for boyfriends, but this was more exciting by a whole magnitude. Then I began to trace it over and around my nipples. He was stroking his cock slowly and watching me intently. I took some licks of my peppermint-tasting tits and moaned for him. "Don't you want to taste them, Santa baby?. Mmmmmmmmmmm....They are soooooooo good!"

     

    "Lower," he said in that deep loving voice, "You know what I want to see."

     

    I was pretty sure I did, so I let the candy rod trace down my stomach and hips and began to run it over my pussy. It was pretty sticky candy by now, but I was well lubed. The look on his face was just wonderful as I took the wrapped end of the cane and pressed it against my pussy lips, then slowly, slowly slid it in. He was groaning a bit too. I was so wet and wanted him so much.

     

    "I'm thinking of your cock, that cock I just had in my mouth and that's what's fucking my pussy so good," I moaned. I took it out at that point and sucked on it for a bit, tasting mint and me together as I strummed my clit, but then I slid it right back in, "Oh, Santa, Am I your good girl yet?"

     

    "Not quite off the naughty list yet," he said producing another candy rod and a tube of some lubricant. I moaned out loud when I realized what he wanted. I took them from him and slathered this new rod with the lubricant. It was peppermint, of course. Then, my eyes on him watching, me I started pushing the lubed candy into my ass. Ooohhhhh,it was a tight fit, but the lube was good and it felt so fucking dirty-cool to be filled in both my cunt and my ass. I used one hand to pump my pussy and the other hand to assail my ass. I was so close to cumming, it was unbelievable. I had never been so turned on and I told him so. I was putting on such a show for him! I was a star!

     

    "Oh please fuck me! Please! Please fuck this naughty girl! Make her a good-good girl with your cum!" Then he was on me, pulling the rod from my cunt and kissing my tits, my mouth, my neck! That thick magical cock was in my pussy and it was beyond good--it was epic! I couldn't stop moaning and my dirty talk just flowed, "Fuck your bad girl! Fuck her! Make her good! Oh, please, Santa, please! Can this naughty girl come?" I felt his beard nuzzle my neck as he said, "Yes."

     

    His cock jumped inside me and began filling me with his cum. I began pulsing in response and my orgasm was one of those sense-destroying explosions of distilled pleasure that felt like it would never end and I heard bells.

     

    "Now, you're a good girl,” he said, but it was sort of echoey and I drifted off to sleep in his manly arms.  

     

    Then it was like I woke up and I was standing in front of the display, but the place was closed and the mall was nearly empty. I was dressed again, and checking under my clothes I wasn't all sticky and pepperminty anymore. Had I just dreamt it? I just didn't know. The Holiday grind picked up and though I never forgot it, I still couldn't decide if it was real.

     

    Then, Christmas morning came and I never saw so many gifts under my tree!  There was a new computer, and a sweet hi-def webcam, and a whole box of red-and-white-striped peppermint candy rods.  All from Santa to “His Favorite Helper” And in my stockings, there were more stockings! And something else; a slip of paper with an address: TheManWithTheBag.skype.com.  I tasted peppermint in my mind and started setting up that computer.  So remember ladies, when the man with the bag says you’re on the naughty list, believe there’s a way to get off of it!

     

    A Warm, Merry, and Happy Christmas from Santa’s Favorite Helper!