Festive Erotica

Parade

Santa and an elf put on a show

“Ho, ho, ho.”

If only the crowd knew Santa was really shouting, “Hoe, hoe, hoe.”

Tim was the perfect Santa. His long white beard was natural and his bald spot perfect. He carried a few extra pounds but not quite enough; however, it was easier to stuff the suit than wear a fake beard.

Every year he volunteered to be in the town parade, riding on the makeshift stage, waving to the crowd as he passed. He had mastered looking engaged while what he was really looking at was the ass of the sexy elf on the float, or the college dance team as their tits jiggled, once he even saw a nipple slip as a kid climbed on his mom to get a better view.

He couldn’t pinpoint exactly when it started but for as long as he could remember, he had a Santa kink. He would watch Santa porn or flirt with the women working at Santa’s workshop in the mall. One time he got his wife to dress up as Mrs. Claus but that was a long time ago. He was divorced and rarely spoke to his kids. His employer treated him like shit and no women gave him any interest.

Today was his day. He was the star of the show if only for a few hours and secretly living out his sexual fantasies at the same time. He was rock hard under his costume, thanks to modern pharmaceuticals, and he had his plan. Each year for the past four years, when the parade ended, he would drive to the rough part of town, find a prostitute, and pay her whatever she wanted as long as he got to keep the suit on while they fucked. This year would be no different.

“Oww.”

Santa turned his head to see one of his sexy elves leaning over and grabbing her ankle. He almost had to whip it out and stroke it at the sight of her little costume sliding up her ass.

“Are you okay?” One of the other elves asked.

“I missed a step and twisted my ankle.”

“You should sit down.”

“There’s no good place to sit.” She said as she grimaced.

“Come sit on my lap.” Tim said, hoping she would accept his offer.

“Are you sure.” She said hesitantly.

“Of course, nobody will think anything of it. Everyone sits on Santa’s lap.” He replied.

She hobbled over to Santa but didn’t sit in his lap right away.

Tim wanted nothing more than for the sexy elf to sit in his lap. It was the one aspect of being Santa he did not participate in. He knew the suit made him horny and he couldn’t have little kids sitting in his lap. The sexy elf in front of him was a different story. She was at least eighteen, probably twenty, and by the way she had been showing off for the crowd, Tim assumed she had sat on plenty of laps before.

“We are only half way through the parade. You can’t stand on that ankle, it’s already swelling. Just sit down and we will pretend it’s part of the show.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, by the way, I’m Tim.”

“I’m Vivian.” She said as she sat cautiously on his knee.

Vivian quickly realized she was putting pressure on her ankle trying to stabilize herself on his knees while the parade float rocked. She slid back into his lap and gasped.

“Tim, are you a naughty Santa?” She asked as she wiggled her ass on his erection.

“Maybe, I saw you dancing for the crowd, are you a naughty elf?”

“I might have a secret.” Vivian said.

“I might as well.” Tim said trying not to cum as her butt bounced in his lap.

“What’s your secret?” She asked.

“I have a Santa costume kink. I can’t help but be aroused when I put it on.” Tim whispered.

“What’s your secret?” He asked.

“I like it when people watch me. I can’t help it. I love to dance in the clubs, or jump up on the bar and shake my ass. Even today I was having fun shaking it for the guys in the crowd.”

“What’s the craziest thing you’ve ever done in public?” Tim asked as he continued to wave to the crowd.

“I sucked a guy’s cock in a parking lot once.”

“Did you enjoy it?”

“Yes, I just wish someone had seen us. I don’t think anyone did.”

“Would you fuck a guy in public?” Tim whispered.

“Yes.” Vivian moaned as her arousal grew.

“What about a guy forty years older than you.” Tim asked as he brushed his hand along the side of her breast.

“What do you have in mind?”

“What are you wearing under your elf skirt?”

“These flimsy tights and a thong.”

“Do you want to fuck?” Tim said.

“Here?”

“Yes, in front of hundreds of adoring fans.”

Vivian had already soaked her thong. Why she felt so comfortable telling a stranger about her fantasies, she didn’t know, but something about him said he wasn’t dangerous. He was just an old horny guy with an erection pressed against her ass. The thought of fucking in public was intoxicating to her.

“Yes. I want you to fuck me.” She whispered.

“Raise up just a bit so I can rip your tights.”

Tim opened a hole in the costume with ease. He had no problem getting his erection out considering he was going commando and had an opening built into his costume just for this purpose.

“Slide your thong to the side and drop down on my cock.”

Vivian handed Tim a gift so he could hold it up and distract the crowd. While their eyes were on him, she slipped his cock into her welcoming folds.

“My god you’re wet.” Tim said as her juices ran down to his balls.

“And you’re hard, we make a great team.”

“Keep waving and smiling.” Tim said.

Smiling was no problem; having half the town watch her get fucked was the most exhilarating moment of Vivian’s young life. Tim ran his hand up her side, brushed her breast again, and raised her arm so she would wave.

A familiar face in the crowd made Vivian’s fantasy complete. She had never cum so easily or as hard in her life. Tim had to catch her by the waist to keep her from falling off his lap and exposing their secret.

“What now?” Vivian asked when she caught her breath.

“We are almost to the end of the parade. Now we get really energetic for the crowd.”

Vivian started to circle her ass in his lap and bounce a little as she waved and blew kisses to the crowd.

“Put Santa’s bag in your lap.” Tim moaned.

Vivian grabbed the bag just in time for Tim to lift her off his cock. She felt his warm cum splashing on her panties and tights. As Tim leaned back in Santa’s seat, Vivian unwrapped a candy cane. She flashed Tim a devilish grin as she ran the candy cane along her thigh and sucked his cum off it as the crowd waved back, completely oblivious to what she was doing.

“Another great year, Tim!” Kevin, the parade organizer, shouted as Tim and the elves climbed off the float.

“This was the best year ever.” Tim replied.

“Thanks to you.”

“Kevin, I have a request.” Tim said.

“Anything for Santa.”

“This is Vivian.” Tim said as he waved for Vivian to come closer. “She has an incredible energy and a connection with the crowd. Make sure to get her information so she can be on Santa’s float again next year.”

“I will.” Kevin replied.

A few minutes later, Kevin walked up to Tim again. “A few of us are headed to a bar to celebrate another great year. Do you want to join?”

“I’d love to but I have another engagement.” Tim laughed.

Santa still had something left in his sack for another elf.

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