Yuletide Mindfuck

"Ehhhh..." Shane's eyes flicked over her shoulder and back. There had been a handful of customers all day and scarcely any hope of more, but in the circumstances he suspected a last-minute rush was imminent.

"So, Christmas kiss?" Shane felt he had no business pressing his lips to the slightly sticky velvet of hers, what had he done to earn such a moment? But press he did, and revelled in the sensation of her soft mouth caressing his, then of her arms rising and hooking around his neck like a Christmas wreath, as she pulled her tender, pliable body close. She slipped her tongue delicately inside his mouth and let it flicker about, as if excitedly exploring somewhere new. Then having apparently decided this was a nice place for it to stay, she locked onto him and gave him a deep, wet Frenching.

Shane felt teenage again. Only nothing this cock-hardeningly, tub-thumpingly awesome had ever happened back then. He was checking the back of the store, even during the protracted wet surge of her tongue into his mouth, his hands closing tentatively around her trim, satin-clad waist. Hardly a sacking offense, in fact he'd have almost liked Arlo to return at that moment - only in reality something this terrific bore no interrupting. He responded, fully. Took possession of the kiss and let his mouth slow-dance with hers.

Daughter of Santa withdrew her tongue smoothly and lingered on his lips for a moment, before releasing him from her tender clutches. She smiled at him winsomely. "Feeling better?"

"Much," he rasped, as though she'd drawn the power from his vocal chords.

She let go his outer shirt and stroked his pectoral muscles through his T-shirt, curling her fingers so she could rake the tips over his nipples. He groaned at the sensation, combined as it was with the sudden burning wickedness that clouded her sweet face. "I'm not done with you yet," she told him with brooding intent, and then one hand was descending, rotating, diving downwards below his pants belt to his straining crotch. "Ooh God yeah, that's what I thought I felt. Pressed up tight against me. Just bursting to get out of there. All big and throbbing and beautiful."

She ran her hand up and down his denim-enclosed erection, her slim fingers tracing its big-bulged tumescence through the fabric. He let her. He didn't move. Other, that is, than to lean his rigidity slightly into the blessed explorations of her soft palm. He might have suggested waiting till after work or even just moving into the office, but he did not want to pop this wondrous bubble in reality. Fuck, it was glorious, her fingers plunging down the contours of his dick to slide between his legs and cup his balls. Her eyes were still fixed on his and the corners of her full lips were creasing into a smile. "Hey Mr Grinch, I think I'm going to introduce myself properly. You just come here."

Still cupping firmly, she hooked the other hand under his belt and tugged him after her as she backed towards the countertop. Then she dropped to her knees, fingers of both hands fluttering lightly over his tight crotch-area as she went, and shuffled back, secreting herself snugly beneath the counter. "Don't move," she instructed mischievously, and in his breathlessly entranced state, Shane was not going anywhere. "Give me a moment..."

She reached behind her neck and, biting her lip in concentration, undid a clasp at the back of her costume. "Shoulda got you to do this," she said when the zip snagged, but she had undone it far enough to ease the white-trimmed top off her smooth shoulders and tug her arms free of the sleeves, so that she could strip down to the red satin bra that so entrancingly cradled her tits. Gazing as Shane playfully, she unhooked behind and slid down the thin straps, crossed arms lightly holding the garment there for a moment's tease. Then she let it fall away, exposing full, soft breasts studded with cherry nipples. "Now doesn't that just make your day all better?" she smiled, and he just stared at the delightful display of femininity below him. A petite, topless nymphette in a Santa hat.

She seized him behind his knees and pulled him to her, then both hands were at his belt buckle, prising back and unhooking the strap, her intense gaze never wavering. "So," she said breathlessly, "Christmas suck?" And there was such a moist-mouthed, emphatic eroticism to the final word that his head swam. He scanned the shop for customers - none. So momentarily he let himself relax into the joy of being unbuttoned, of having his pressurized zipper tugged slowly all the way down, of having those fevered little hands rummage inside to his shorts and drag that cotton layer away, drag down everything to his knees in a single pull; the joy of having his engorged masculinity spring forth, free and exposed right there in his place of work, before that eager, ready little mouth.

Sammy was delighted. She just salivated at the prospect immediately before her. Shane's cock was most satisfactory in its strength and sturdiness, thrusting out to greet her lips, twitching in anticipation, so that the great, bulged plum of its head bobbed slightly before her. Mmmmm - sugar plum. She revelled in that wonderful, intoxicating whirl of emotions only Mindfuck could produce - she felt sexy, slutty, and beneficent, submissive to a stranger's needs, yet totally in control. He was her choice. Her unsuspecting, deserving choice, on whom she would bestow all the gifts of her talented mouth.

She took hold of the thick shaft and drew her fingers all the way down to his large, lightly-haired balls, letting her nails tantalise them. Above her he gasped and reached out to clutch the counter for support. She brought her lips close and let him feel her hot breath all over his handsome rod's taut surface, looking up at him throughout, loving the mask of tension on his face, the shallowness of his breath. This was joy, this was beauty. This was the true meaning of Christmas. With her free hand she drew his foreskin back over his cock's pulsing head. Then she reached out her tongue and licked.

Shane gasped aloud at the deft, slithering contact. The girl's tongue flickered all over the eye of his prick as though sampling, then it did a full, delicious three-sixty around the head, before engulfing and starting to suck. Softly, insistently, blonde head bobbing, blue eyes staring up as though to query whether he liked. As though she doubted, little Santa-vixen. He was nodding even so - yeah, yeah, ohhh yeah, I love. He was inflating, reinforcing in response to the rhythmic slurping of her hot mouth, those lips locked neatly beneath the ridge of his dome, moving up and down just slightly on his shaft. Her fingers were teasing away around the base and her breasts were bouncing lightly there below him as she worked. What an angel. What a sweet little God-sent cherub.

She had just released his head and begun slathering her wet attentions all the way down his length - oh sweet Lord thank you - when the shop door opened. Shane's attention had finally wandered from the possibility of further custom and now the entrance, which had stayed resolutely fast for most of that day, was swinging cruelly ajar to allow someone in - a young woman with a cascade of wavy, red hair, wearing a long, dark coat, belted around the waist. Shane looked urgently down at his erection's Christmas helper and hissed. "Stop, someone's here!"

She didn't stop. She sucked one of his balls into her mouth and began rotating her tongue around it delicately, jerking the end of his extension as she did. He could not move away with his pants around his knees, so he tried hitching them up with one hand, while wresting her away from him with the other.

"Hey, stop that," she protested smilingly. "You want me to spring up like a Jack-in-the-box for your customer? I will! With my pretty tits bouncing!" Shane let her go and looked on helplessly, as the new girl idled her way towards the counter. Santa-girl continued to masturbate him gently and tongue his balls. He marshalled all his mental resources to keep control.

"Hi," said the red-head, drawing unsuspectingly up to the counter. "I wonder if you could help me." She was strikingly attractive with pale, lightly-freckled skin and green eyes. This did not help the situation.

"Yeah, sure. What were you looking for?" he asked in something resembling his normal voice. Then Miss Claus' tongue-tip trekked its slippery way to the head of his shaft and she went down on him once more, hoovering up several inches this time. He clutched the edge of the counter and tried to mould his fraught expression into one of interest in his customer's request.

"I was looking for It's a Wonderful Life or A Christmas Story?" said Red. "We always watch them as a family and I can't find them anywhere on the TV schedules this year. And Christmas just isn't the same without them, know what I mean?"

It was all he could do to keep his voice steady and not stammer. "Totally. Over there. Christmas Classics." Please go. There was fierce, demanding suction on his dick now, and a tongue skating freely all over the underside. And a viscous trickling towards his balls.

"Thanks," said Red, then took on a look of concern. "You okay? You're looking a bit peaky."

"Fine. Fine," he assured her, in a constricted tone. "Might have flu coming on. Don't get to close..." He tried to make it sound like a joke, no mean task with his rigid cock being gobbled to half its length by a greedy young mouth.

Red smiled sympathetically. "Oh, I'm sorry. And at Christmas too. Have you tried Echinacea?"

"Sorry? What?" He could feel perspiration breaking out on his brow.

"Echinacea. It's a herb. Really good for flu. Native Americans have been using it for hundreds of years. They'll have it in the health store across the street. You should get some before it closes."

Slurp, slurp, slurp... "Thanks, thanks, I'll do that, I'll get some..."

"It'll work wonders, you'll see," Red assured him, and went off to find her movie.

Shane stared instantly down at his fellating new friend. "That's enough! Stop, wait till she's gone!" He tried to prise that hard-working blonde head away from his saliva-glistening length and was making some progress, but then she turned her lamp-like eyes on him and dived further, taking him into her throat. "Oh God! Fuck! Stop that! I've got to serve this girl, ohhh Christ, what do you think you're...? Hiiiii!"

Red had returned and was setting a DVD box in front of him. "Found Jimmy Stewart," she told him happily. "'Every time a bell rings, an angel gets its wings', right?"

"S-sorry?" He tried to disguise his look of panic.

"It's a Wonderful Life, you've seen it, right?"

"Ehhhh - yeah, long time ago. It's - it's great. Look..."

"You remember that bit where Clarence the Angel shows him how many lives he's responsible for helping and saving? And then when he runs through Bedford Falls wishing everyone Merry Christmas?"

"I...I..." Slllurp all over his cock. Shane had no idea what the fuck was going on. He could barely focus.

"I just love watching that with mom and dad. It gets us teary every year. We love it, it's just really life-affirming - reminds you what it's all about. Hey, while I'm here - do you have any porn?"

Even in regular circumstances Shane would have been surprised at the request, let alone when an anonymous female Santa was attempting to deep-throat him. The situation had just entered a whole new realm of weird. "Porn?"

"Yeah, nastier the better," she said frankly. "I mean I love Christmas with the family and all, but sometimes it just gets too much and I need to take my laptop to my room so I can get myself off to something really fucking filthy. You know that feeling, right?"

Twilight Zone. Some sort of sexualised Twilight Zone, that's where he was. He nodded and pointed to a far corner, wondering if he might have come by the time she returned. "Right - Right over there."

"Thanks," she smiled. "Be right back."

He stared, sweating, at her retreat, then made another attempt at extracting his dick from the foreign throat. "That'll do, just...just...Ohhhh holy shit!" Blondie had gone for it, plunged herself recklessly to the very base of his hard member and was waggling her head from side to side to maximize the feeling of constriction, allowing herself to gurgle audibly. Then she pulled herself off, pretty face flushed and victorious, mouth gushing saliva over her chin and down between her breasts. "You like that?"

"I...I..." She clung to his thighs and stared up at him excitedly for his response. "Yes, fuck yes, but..."

"Maybe I can suck you off before she gets back, would that do?"

"Ehhh... Ehhh..." In his confused state it actually did seem the best option. "Yes, good idea, really good idea, go for it..." And taking a deep breath she swallowed him again.

God, Sammy liked this guy. He was so sweet and funny and trying so valiantly to hold the whole thing together. Vanessa had been so fucking hilarious, it was priceless. Sammy would have smirked at her friend's routine, had her mouth not been maxed out on cock. And such a nice, thick seven inches it was, all the way down her throat and pressing hard against her oesophagus. Attached to such a sweetheart. She suddenly ached to know what Shane's cock would feel like inside her pussy.

Sammy had always got a kick out of Mindfuck, but this was different. This was special. She felt an absolute need to rock this guy's world. What a gorgeous, priceless sensation, to feel Shane, the mild-mannered, bookish store-clerk resolved into utter hardness far beyond her lips. It was gorgeous enough to make her do something she'd never done before during YM. To pluck the hem of her skirt upwards and plunge her hand into her panties so she could frig her now pulsing, wet clit.

Not that she had any intention of letting either of them come just yet. Having grabbed his ass one-handed and orally fucked him for some more seconds, till his groans began to mount, she slithered all the way off and took him in hand, massaging his whole length smoothly with her own spit. "Again," he urged, trying to fit her back onto him. "Hurry, again!" But she just looked up, eyes dancing, and let him cool slightly before she recommenced suckage. He grabbed her suddenly by the head and tried forcing her harder onto himself, but stopped shortly afterwards when he heard Vanessa's tread. He had lost his moment. Sammy was grinning inwardly. She suddenly liked this guy even better - he wasn't so sweet he couldn't get proactive.

"Maybe you could help me decide," Vanessa said, waving the two DVDs she had selected at the red-faced store clerk. She was pleased with her choices. Sammy certainly seemed to be doing a good job down there, playing the poor guy with every trick she had ever learnt. He was in quite a state by now. Vanessa was suddenly very glad she'd been talked into this. It did enliven the season and her friend had chosen well; Shane seemed a darling, prime material for fucking with. She held up the two boxes.

"What do you think? I've got Teenage Cum-guzzlers and something in the What's That Up My Ass? series. You seen either of these?" She slapped them both down on the countertop and with her straightest of faces enjoyed the reaction.

Shane was beyond speech. Santa-girl was driving herself onto him repeatedly till he could feel her gag; somehow she was managing to swallow the sound and keep going, noiselessly gulping in air at intervals. Her drool was flowing down all over his balls and inner thighs. Red meanwhile was completely taken up with the respective merits of her rental options.

"I mean which would you watch?" She pointed to one, the cover of which presented a girl of college age mid-scream, as a substantially older man fucked her from the rear, clinging with one hand to both her pigtails like they were reins. "I mean look at that. She's so cute-looking, isn't she? Fresh out of High School by the look of it. She should be at college or working behind a perfume counter, but there she is on a movie set with this guy's cock rammed up her ass. That's just so wrong, isn't it? So fucking hot. He must be her dad's age, what do you think? And he's getting paid to hammer the shit out of her. Bet you wish that was you, right? Getting to plough some little hottie's ass for hard cash, I can just tell you like that thought."

Shane stared at her like she were mad. What the fuck had his day turned into? Miss Topless Santa was jerking the base of his cock now, making succulent oral love to the head, while Red was waxing pornographic on her movie options with growing relish. 'Check out the back cover,' she was saying. "Fuck, look at that..." - checking his name tag -- "...Shane. Same sweet little tramp taking it from all angles." She leaned forward on the counter confidentially, proffering the cover. "That the sort of thing you jerk off to, Shane? Give your cock a good yank and imagine you're buried to the balls inside some tight little naked bitch like this?"

He was slumping into the counter, all grip on the situation lost. He had no idea what was happening and he was somewhere past caring. Slutty daughter of Santa was vacuuming the end of his cock now, when she wasn't working up a froth with her fist, and random Red-girl was gleefully pouring filth into his ear.

"Check out the photo," she was saying, still indicating the back cover. "That could be you and your buddies, all filling up the little cutie's holes, banging the fuck out of her. C'mon, Shane, which hole would you take, mouth, pussy or ass? Shit, check out this shot." He could scarcely focus on the box. All he had were the words and the relentless suck suck suck... "God, that bastard's really stretching out her asshole - she's so little it's a wonder he can shove it all up there. That's so fucking nasty, isn't it? Little teen hottie getting her butt impaled by that monster cock... You wish that was you?"

She picked up the second box, held it up to him. A young, blonde beauty had her mouth stretched wide around a vast cock-shaft; her prettily made-up eyes were staring soulfully into the camera. "Or maybe you prefer this, Shane. Just one-on-one. You and a hot little blonde on her knees blowing you good. How do you think that would feel? Sucking you till you're like steel, guzzling on your rod till you're ready to explode."

Shane's world was hazy. He could hear the redhead's salacious mutterings in his ear and the insistent, rhythmic slurpings on his own bone-hard cock. Nothing else existed for him. His Santastic little cock-servant was using him to fuck her own face again, one palm all over his balls, fingers stretched around his base, and the other hand - God, was she masturbating herself? Little vixen...

Red's verbal onslaught continued. "How would you like her there now, little blonde bitch, down on her knees and out of sight with that sweet, red mouth wrapped around you, ready to suck you dry? Hot little blonde slut, maybe stick her in a Santa costume for the occasion..." She undid the belt on her coat and let it fall open, revealing her own shapely, Santa-clad self. She was stacked and sexy as hell, but more restrained and calculating than her partner-in-sleaze.

It was confirmed. Whatever this was, it was co-ordinated. Red could obviously see the relief in his eyes. "It's okay," she said with a conspiratorial smile. "I changed the sign on the door - no one else is coming in. Let it go, Shane. It's boiling up, right? You're ready to spill? Ready to empty your balls right down her throat?"

"Oh yes, oh God yes."

"Then do it." Her voice was husky, thick with filth. "Make her fucking drink it."

Shane obeyed the prompting instantly. With one hand he grabbed the blonde head that was working on him and shoved it down his on cock as far as it would go. Finally he could take complete advantage of his situation. Finally he could fully enjoy his beautiful, gift-wrapped Christmas present. Lust, frustration and joy to the world welled up within him and, as he braced himself against the counter with his other hand, his balls unleashed their furious load. Unleashed it right down hot blonde Santa-girl's throat. "Ohhh God - ohhh God - ohhhhh FUCK!" Gloria in excelsis.