I was at the mall, doing some Christmas shopping and taking way too long with it, as usual. I always try to pick the perfect gift and ultimately, I’m the last customer in the mall at closing time. Tonight was no exception. I made my last purchase at the department store and was politely escorted to the outer mall by a security guard.
He told me to walk to the end of the mall and I would find the one door in the building that was unlocked. Of course, it was way at the other end of where I parked my car. It figures, I thought grumpily. But it serves me right for taking way too long with my shopping spree.
I trudged through the dimly lit mall and jumped when I heard a deep voice say, “Yes, indeed. I can always spot the naughty ones.”
I glanced around and laid eyes on Father Christmas himself, sitting alone in the “Meet Santa” display. I laughed with relief. It was just the old guy who dresses as Santa for the kiddos, having a bit of fun with me. My mood brightened and I thought I’d have a go at him as well. I walked over to his big chair and smiled at him. He looked like a horny Santa to me.
“How can you tell I’m a naughty one, Santa?” I asked in a sultry tone.
“Because the naughty ones make my balls twitch.” he responded. I was a bit shocked by his response but laughed.
“Was that the jingling I heard?” I joked.
Without a word, Santa reached down and started to shake his balls and sure enough, I heard the sound of high pitched jingling balls. The old pervert had bells on his balls, I thought. I wondered if any of the kids who sat on his lap had noticed.
“Why don’t you come sit on Santa’s lap and I’ll tell YOU what I want for Christmas.” he beckoned with his white gloved hand. I decided to keep playing along and sat on his lap, slipping my arm around his shoulder.
“I want a very hot and wet pussy around my cock this year.” he said. I can’t resist dirty talk and I realized that a good fucking would make all the stress of the shopping day just melt. I lifted my ass of his lap and pulled my panties off, hiked up my skirt and swung my body around until I was facing Santa, straddling his lap.
“What are you waiting for Santa? Get that jolly old dick out and fuck this hot and wet pussy!” I said.
“You are such a HO, HO, HO!” he exclaimed, pulling his dick out of his pants. It was surprisingly large and I sat on it immediately. As he thrust his hips, I heard the merry sound of his jingle balls.
“Oh, yeah, FUCK ME, Santa!” I shouted as I grabbed his beard (which was real!) and rode his cock hard. “Fuck this bad girl, Santa! Fuck me!”
We bounced around together on his big chair until we each had an orgasm of epic proportions. I had no idea that Santa was such an expert with his cock. I wished him a Merry Christmas, slipped my panties back on, picked up my bags and walked quickly to the exit at the other end of the mall. A security guard was standing there and he smiled at me as I walked past him.
“I guess you’re the last one, Miss. I can lock up now.” he said.
“Oh, well, not quite.” I said, “The mall Santa is still there.”
He looked at me, puzzled. “You mean old Fred? No, Miss, I saw him leave over 2 hours ago when the Mall Santa display closed for the night. Are you sure you saw someone there?”
“No… I must be mistaken. Never mind. Good night!” I left the mall quickly.
And for the record, after that night at the mall… I DO believe in Santa Claus!
Let’s make the top the naughty list together. Steamy Sabrina 1-888-437-0012.
