Not-So-Old Man Christmas

When I walked in the room two of the tellers, Katie and Jen, were over by the copier. Katie was sitting on the copier, and Jen was making copies. It looked like she was copying Katie's ass.

"Hope you're not running low on toner," I said with a slur.

"Okay so far, " Jen replied with a devilish grin.

Jen was rather short but very nicely put together. She had long brown hair with lots of waves, and very pretty brown eyes. Nothing about her physically stood out in particular, but she was pretty and had a real knack for making you laugh. She was still very young, though, and had only recently turned twenty-one.

Katie, on the other hand, was a bombshell. She was in her late twenties, and had been around the block several times if you know what I mean. She had huge–we're talking one step below circus act--augmented breasts that screamed to the whole world that they were filled with saline. She had platinum blonde hair, and she frequently dressed at the limits of what would be acceptable for a place of business. She was the favorite teller of all the local male vendors who came in each day for change, and she knew it. Of all the tellers who'd been asked to wear an elf costume, Katie was by far the closest to being obscene in her's. She was just very much into that kind of attention.

As I walked over closer–more accurately stumbled–I noticed Katie wasn't wearing any bottoms. I looked more closely at the copies as they fed out, and copy after copy clearly showed the outline of her ass and pussy.

"Want me to autograph one for you?" Katie asked playfully.

"Sure!" I said. "Do you take custom orders?"

"Maybe," she replied as she spread her legs open for me to see her more plainly. "What do you have in mind?"

I couldn't help but stare at her mound and partially opened lips. She was shaved completely–or more likely waxed given how smooth she looked. And, she had the hood of her clit pierced. I'd always figured Katie for a wild one, but man had I underestimated the situation. She had a small tattoo that looked like a little devil and pitch fork right below where her panty line would have been. "How appropriate," I thought to myself.

Right as I was really becoming entranced there staring at Katie's decorations, Jen shook me out of my stupor. "She asked you what you had in mind, Santa. Don't you have any requests?"

"Well...ahh...I...don't," I stammered.

"How about we give you some inspiration then?" Katie giggled. With that she reached up with her hand and pulled Jen's head down between her legs.

Katie's eyes rolled back inside her head as Jen's tongue immediately found her clit. I had never actually seen a woman eat another woman's pussy in person before, and I was enthralled. She licked and sucked with a precision that I couldn't believe. Don't get me wrong, I love to go down on a woman–and do so whenever the opportunity presents itself–but I knew I didn't know the first thing about how to do it right after watching Jen for even a few moments.

As Jen's tongue lapped and sucked at Katie's wet slit, I could tell she was going to cum. Soon she was really grinding her pelvis into Jen's face, and then she began to shutter. After she stopped convulsing up there on top of the copier, Katie pulled Jen's head up and bent down to kiss her. They intertwined their tongues in the hottest girl on girl kiss I'd ever seen. I noticed for the first time that I had begun pulling on my cock through the Santa suit–almost involuntarily.

"Did you like the show, Santa?" Katie asked.

"Yeah, that was hot," I muttered. Too much drink had dimmed my whit and dampened my oratory skills, but fortunately not my enthusiasm.

"Whatcha got there in your hand, Santa?" Katie said with the absolutely sluttiest voice I'd ever heard. "Why don't you come on over so we can see better?"

I walked over to the two of them, and we all were just there together very close for a moment. Jen finally leaned in to kiss me only to be rebuffed by the fake beard. I mumbled an apology and pulled the thing away. When she finally kissed me, I could taste the tang of Katie's juices all over her lips.

Katie grabbed my Santa jacket, and pulled me away from Jen. She bent down to me from her position on the copier, and ran her tongue along my lips. I kissed her back, and noticed for the first time that she wore a stud in her tongue. As she and I kissed, I felt Jen working frantically at the Santa pants to free my raging hard on.

"Oh my Katie, he is pretty big," Jen squealed as she got a good lock at my cock for the first time. "April was right."

Jen didn't give much warning before she began sucking my dick. While she pushed me in and out of her mouth, I pulled down the top of Katie's elf costume and got a good look at those giant tits. Man those things were big. Not ordinarily my cup of tea, but somehow they were very appropriate at the moment. I went to lick her nipples when I noticed she had each of them pierced as well. I squeezed and massaged her ridiculously large, pert breasts, and found myself mesmerized by their pure audacity. "Think you can lick my pussy better than Jen, Santa?" Katie asked coyly.

I didn't reply and just made my way down to her wetness. I licked and sucked for all I was worth. She was already slippery wet from her previous round with Jen, and I was loving every minute. Soon I could feel her breathing more rapidly, and she began to pull my head harder into her with both hands.

"Oh fuck, do you like that pussy, Santa?" she moaned. "Suck that pussy, make me cum."

I could feel her getting close, and as I pushed my tongue deep inside her hole she went over the edge. My face was literally covered with her juices.

The whole time I'd been eating Katie, Jen had been sucking my cock. What she lacked in impressive tricks, she more than made up for with an eagerness you couldn't help but admire. I had drank quite a bit that evening, though, and I wasn't going to just give up a nut that easily.

Katie slid down off the copier, and stood beside me watching Jen suck my dick. She reached down and held the base of my cock as Jen worked her mouth up and down my shaft hands free. "Man, this is awesome!" I thought to myself.

After a minute or two Katie told Jen to stand up. "Let's put that fat cock to work," she said.

Jen stood up and slid off the bottom of her elf costume. She turned around, and bent over a stack of cardboard boxes that was nearby. Katie stood to the side of her, and faced back at me. She reached back and pulled up Jen's ass and spread her open so that I could see her slit, "come on Santa, whatcha waitin'' for?" Drunk or not, I didn't have to be invited twice.

I came up behind Jen and pushed the head of my very swollen dick into her. She was unbelievably tight. As she engulfed my manhood, it felt like a warm, wet suction cup. "Mmmm," I moaned. It felt so damned good.

"Santa likes that, huh?" Katie asked. "Are you going to fuck that nasty little elf that ate my pussy, Santa?"

"Damn that girl is filthy," I thought. "Note to self: spending more time with Katie next year would be a good New Year's resolution."

I was pumping Jen as hard as I could at that point. With each thrust I slammed all the way into her--my balls slapping against her clit. She was moaning very loudly at this point, and for the first time I had sobered up enough to remember I was at the office Christmas party. It was way to late to stop now, though, and if I got fired this was more than worth it.

I felt Jen's pussy clinch around my cock as she came several times, and she was beginning to collapse further and further into the boxes she was propped up against. I felt the pressure of my own impending climax, and sped up my thrusts instinctively.

"Santa's going to fucking cum, isn't he?" Katie cooed. "Pull that cock out and cum all over your little elf's ass, Santa."

That was all it took, I pulled out and stroked my cock over Jen's ass. But nothing happened immediately. I was still feeling the effects of a lot of alcohol, I guess. Impatient to the last, Katie moved in and began sucking my cock almost viciously. I felt the hardness of the stud on her tongue contrasted by the softness and wetness of her mouth, and I lost it.

"Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum," I said. With that Katie pulled my cock from her mouth and began jerking it wildly. My cock simply exploded, and cum shot everywhere in stream after stream. Jen jumped a little bit as the first blast hit her back and ass. Katie was very proud of herself. "Mmmm, that's right Santa, pump out all that nice cum for your little elf."

After I stopped erupting, Katie bent down again and sucked on the head of my cock--running the stud in her tongue around the rim of my head. In the meantime, Jen had recovered her faculties, and she'd turned around to give me one last suck as well. After she pulled my cock from her mouth, she and Katie kissed.

We all exchanged a little awkward chitchat as we got our clothes back in order so that we could reenter the party. There were a few strange looks when we came out the copy room, but I don't think anyone knew for sure what had happened. I had a few more drinks, and the rest of the night is a total blur–lost forever along with several million brain cells.

I woke up the next day on my couch wearing the Santa suit and a smile. My head was pounding from the hangover I had, but I was nonetheless filled with images of the hottest fuck I'd had to date. "If Santa gets laid like this on a regular basis, " I thought, "no wonder he's so damn jolly!"

*

As I got ready for work that last Friday before Christmas, I couldn't help but smile. Being Santa had been a real treat. Sure, I got my fair share of ladies on my own, but something about that red suit really worked. I put the costume back on one last time with a newly found reverence for old St. Nick, and then headed out the door for the bank. Funny how I'd gone from sneaking the suit into the office in a duffel and wearing my street clothes to the exact opposite in just three weeks.

The whole day was uneventful. Frankly, anyone that comes into a bank two days before Christmas to get a mortgage or the like needs to have their head examined, in my opinion. I spent most of the day surfing the Web and trying not to fall asleep.

By late afternoon, everyone was ready to get the hell out of there. Most people still had some Christmas shopping to do before the big day, and lots of my coworkers had family coming into town that night. Being a single guy, I had pretty much jack shit to get done. I'd already completed all my shopping–online and using company time and bandwidth of course–and I was headed to my folks house the next day. Because I didn't have anything to really get done, and most everyone knew it, I wasn't surprised at all when Debra asked me to stay late and help her get the vault shut up so that Sandy, the operations office, and the tellers could get out of the branch early that evening. A few minutes after closing to the public, she and I were the only ones left in the building. I tossed that damn itchy fake beard on my desk, and headed out to help Debra close the vault.

"You sure you don't mind staying a little late and helping me out?" Debra asked as she pushed the cash drawers back inside the vault.

"No, that's no problem at all," I replied. "What's better than being locked up with all the money?"

"I can think of a lot of things better than that, Santa. Can't you?"

The way she said that stopped me in my tracks. I began to feel a lot like the fly that had mistakenly taken the spider's invitation to step into its parlor. I started to sense that it was no coincidence that Debra had asked me to stay behind with her alone in the branch.

"You don't mind if I call you Santa, do you? After all, you are Santa right now, aren't you?"

As she talked to me she took off her suit jacket, and began unbuttoning her blouse. I couldn't muster the strength to reply; I just stared in disbelief at what was unfolding before my eyes.

"I knew you'd make a good Santa when I hired you. You're a good looking young man, and you're always so eager to please. Of course, you had big shoes to fill. Alan was a real doll, and he had one of the nicest cocks I've ever seen in my life. I hear you're quite well endowed yourself, though. That's good. I like a big dicks."

"Ummm...," I tried to speak but Debra just continued.

"I hear you like to eat pussy, too. Alan would lick a pussy if he had to, but he really wasn't a connoisseur. You're a connoisseur, aren't you? I knew you'd like April–she's just so cute, and can really suck a cock. But I was concerned you might be a little overwhelmed by Jen and Katie at the same time. Katie is a lot to handle even all by herself. Sounds like you did just fine, though."

By now Debra had lost her blouse on the vault floor and was undoing the black lace bra she had on underneath. The combination of what she was saying and what I was seeing was almost too much for my mind to wrap itself around. When she exposed her breasts to the air and my sight, I think I just about passed out.

She continued undressing and unzipped her slacks; she stepped out of them revealing thigh-high stockings and sexy panties that matched her bra. I was in shock! She was gorgeous. I always thought she was very hot, but now that I could see her uncovered, I was simply amazed. Unfortunately, at that moment I was trapped like a deer in the head lights of an oncoming car. It honestly felt as though I was paralyzed–I wasn't even sure I was breathing.

"So I told you Santa always got the best present, didn't I? Why don't you come over here and get it."

As she spoke Debra sat back on the top of the desk where customers set their safe deposit boxes inside the vault. She pulled her black lace panties to one side and gave me my first glimpse of her well manicured pussy. She opened herself for me with her fingers in the most inviting pose I could imagine. I don't know how I got moving again, but somehow I took the few steps forward necessary to close the distance between us, and fell to my knees in front of her. I inhaled the musky scent of her wetness, and extended my tongue out to meet her exposed clit. The nearly electric jolt of that first contact was amazing. I don't think I'd ever even touched Debra before other than to shake her hand, and now I had my mouth on her wet pussy. It was a dream come true.

I licked Debra as well as I knew how. She would give me instruction from time-to-time as I labored to please her, and I gladly followed her every command. Before too long she shuttered as she came, and I could taste and feel the new wetness of her cum. I didn't want to stop. She tasted too good, and I was enjoying doing as she told way too much. I continued to lap at her until she came again.

I looked up into her face as her eyes reopened from her second orgasm. "That was very good. Now let's see that big cock I've heard so much about."

I stood up and undid the pants of the Santa suit. My now aching cock instantly sprang forward as if it were a green tree limb that had been tied down. I slipped off the jacket of the suit, and my t-shirt underneath, and reached up to remove the hat.

"Leave the hat, Santa." Debra commanded. She stood up and led me outside the vault–my feet shuffling as I walked with the pants of the costume down around my ankles. She took me to a nearby office chair at one of the new accounts desks, and told me to sit down. I did.

Debra reached down and grabbed my swollen member and stroked it–pulling it up towards her and then pushing back down. The sensation was exquisite, and the head of my cock leaked copious amounts of precum as she did it. Debra leaned down and ran her tongue along the hole in the head of my cock. "Mmmm, that tastes good, Santa," she moaned as she pulled her head away.

She pushed me back into the chair and straddled my lap. She guided my rock hard cock toward her steamy hole and engulfed me with one motion. "Ohhhhh, " I moaned. It felt so good having the silky walls of her box clinching me so tightly.

As she rode me up and down in that chair her wetness soaked my balls. I'd never really been dominated like that before, and she was definitely fucking me rather than vice versa. She'd slide all the way down my shaft and then grind on me before bouncing back up. I could feel her getting close to an enormous climax.

When she came I could feel her contracting around my cock; then there was an unbelievable amount of wetness. I was drenched. The chair was drenched. I'd never experienced anything like it before. I think in retrospect she may have been one of those women who has squirting orgasms, but who knows? All I knew at the time was that she was driving me crazy.

After she stopped moving up and down in my lap, a small bead of sweat ran down between her breasts–the result of all the effort she'd expended riding me in that chair. She leaned in and kissed me for the first time in that soft, yet passionate, way that only a woman that had just came very hard can manage.

As she rested against me and worked to catch her breath, I took the initiative for the first time. I stood up with her still on my lap and set her on the desk behind me. She was a little shocked by my new found aggressiveness, but she put her hands back behind her to support herself in a near-upright position, as she locked her legs around my ass and pulled me deeper.

I pumped her velvety slit as hard as I could. Every time I got near climax, I would slow down the pace. As the pressure subsided, I would pick it back up again. This went of for what seemed a very long time. Debra was wreathing in pleasure as I fucked her wildly, and soon she couldn't support herself anymore and fell back flat onto the desk. The pressure began to build again, and this time I didn't try and hold it back.

I pulled my aching prick from inside Debra's sweet hole as the first wave of my climax hit. A large rope of milky white cum shot up over her body and landed along her tits and stomach. Shot after shot followed as I covered her with my spunk. She moaned and began rubbing her tits together as I came. After my orgasm ended, I fell back into the chair where Debra had rode me–physically and mentally exhausted by the whole experience. My head was spinning. What a night. Hell, what an unbelievable three weeks it had been.

We both just sat their for a few minutes recovering and then we got ourselves in order. I retired to my office to change back into my street clothes. When I was done, I took the Santa costume back to Debra's office and laid it on her desk.

For the next ten months I was still the only man working at the branch. I couldn't wait for Christmas time again. Things definitely went back to normal with Debra and I after that night, and I longed for another chance to fuck her.

Just after the first anniversary of my getting the loan officer position passed, Debra called me into her office one day to tell me she was letting me go. I was a little shocked. She gave the excuse that there had been some inappropriate use of the Internet by employees from my computer, but it seemed like she was blowing things completely out of proportion.

I swung by the branch that year just before their Christmas party to pick up April for a night on the town, and noticed a tall, good looking guy about my age dressed as Santa. When I asked, April said he was the new loan officer that Debra had hired after I was fired. "Lucky bastard," I mumbled to myself.