Santaphilia

Santa fetish, also known as "Santaphilia", is thought to stem from St Nick's dual role as caregiver and disciplinarian. For many, he is the ultimate "daddy" figure.

Carol fidgeted with the belt of her on her overcoat. While she sat in the passenger seats of her friend Sandy's car. "Sandy I'm really not sure I can do this."

"Carol, look at me. If you tell me right now to drive you back to the dorm, I will. 100 percent, and we'll still be friends after all of this. Honestly. I mean we signed up for some classes together again next semester so it'd be way to fuckin' awkward not to be." She looked over at the younger Carol who was steadfastly making eye contact with the glove box as she rolled and unrolled the belt repeatedly.

"...but"

"But." Sandy continued, "Look all of us girls do something like this. It's important for your sorority sisters to know that you'll step out of your comfort zone for them. I did it, and believe me my big sister was a way bigger bitch about than me."

It was the final week of the semester, and the end of Carol's pledge week. She hadn't even planned on joining a sorority, but she'd met Sandy in a class the first week and the girl had talked and talked before class every day eventually breaking through Carol's shy exterior. A few pledge parties later and meeting the other sisters had convinced Carol that she really was Tri-Delt material. Which was significant because she hadn't felt like she belonged in a group for most of her life.

She'd been a small chubby girl throughout most of highschool, barely five feet tall and with most of her weight in her thighs, tits, and hips. The less creative boys would occasionally moo as she walked by.

Then between her junior and senior year something happened. She grew about four inches and though she still saw the chubby girl when she looked in the mirror everyone else saw a girl blossoming. She'd kept the wide hips, big ass, and E cup breasts, but now her new slimmer waist gave her a perfect hourglass figure which when combined with the soft features of her cherubic face had drawn all sorts of new attention. The new attention probably made her less comfortable than the taunts. Older men were suddenly interested in her, and she'd constantly catch boys staring.

That's what had made the easy friendship with Sandy so appealing. Even when she'd shown her some older pictures from facebook one day Sandy hadn't commented on her figure or said she was prettier now, only gushed over some of her outfits or begged to know where a t-shirt was from.

For the first time Carol felt like somebody saw her right away. The other sisters at Delta Delta Delta were much the same. Sure, pledge week wasn't all fun, sometimes they would yell or call names. But there was always a wink and a smile with it, and the understanding that this was just what you did. Plus most of the sisters felt bad enough afterwards that they would apologize and swear to make it up to them later, and they were pretty good about keeping their word.

All that had led her here, sitting in a car with her new friend with one last thing to do before she became a full member.

"Can you tell me what you did?" Carol already knew the answer because she'd already asked probably a hundred times.

"You know I can't. And if anything that should give you some more confidence to do it. Look, I'm not even supposed to tell you this but tonight when we hold the ceremony officially inducting you we burn all the evidence and swear to secrecy. Talking about it is like the one thing you can do to get you kicked out immediately, and in my three years here nobody has. Every one of your sisters did something like this, me included, because it shows that we're willing to do something we normally wouldn't for our sisters. And it tells you that they're willing to step out for you. That's the bond, that's why we do it. Do you wanna be a part of this?"

"Yes, I do. Ok." Carol let out a big exhale. "God Damn it! OK, let's do this." Carol opened her door and stepped out into the chilly early december air. "Fuck it is cold though, seriously Sandy why."

"Yeah I do not envy you, let's get inside quick. Careful in those heels this pavement is rubbish."

Sandy was wearing Uggs over purple leggings and a tight white sweater over her athletic body. Carol was jealous of her blonde friends' more modest curves, but nearly everyone's curves were more modest than her own. Sandy had a pert bubble butt that she loved to show off with short skirts and sundresses during the summer. On top she had perfectly shaped breasts that were, in Carol's opinion, the absolute perfect proportion to her body.

On their walk through the mall Carol and Sandy certainly attracted their share of stares going through the mall. It was hardly to be unexpected with sandy showing off her ass in her leggings and swinging her hips as she passed by dads or pimply faced teenage boys. She relished the attention and Carol envied her for that in a way. Though Carol drew her fair share of stares. The trenchcoat while covering all of her assets was quite conspicuous, and anybody staring couldn't help but notice the nineteen year old was wearing three inch red heels and matching fishnets.

As they made their way to Fairfield Mall's very own 'North Pole' Carol reflected on the circumstances that had led her there. In a night with just the girls at the sorority all the pledges had been well plied with drinks and they were all laughing and having a good time sharing and getting to know one another. Then somebody had asked who their most embarrassing crush was, the girls had all gone around telling. Some were simple schoolgirl crushes like young Justin Beiber, but others were stranger. One girl swore that she had a thing for Steve Buscemi, something about the eyes she'd said.

When it came to Carol she wasn't sure what to say and had tried to play it off by simply saying that she'd always been into older guys and hoped that would be enough. But the other girls had goaded her until finally she blurted out "I guess I've always had a thing for Santa." They'd loved that and even another girl said that she thought Billy Bob Thornton was kinda hot in Bad Santa, in a sleazy kinda way. They moved on after that and Carol had thought that was the end of it, but then she found herself here standing in line at a mall for a photo with Santa.

"Ok, when it's our turn I'll go up first to get Santa all warmed up for you." said Sandy.

"Wait, what?"

"What? I'm sending a Christmas card this year. It'll be perfect." She read the concern on her friend's face. "I'm kidding I'm just gonna tell him what's happening so he doesn't have a stroke when he sees you. I'm not driving us to another mall just cuz you killed Santa Clause with your tits. Anyways he'll be saving that stroke for later." She winked at her friend whose cheeks turned a deep red.

"I'm going to kill you for this later." Carol hissed at Sandy who just laughed it off.

"Oh c'mon you love it slut."

Before long the little girl in front of them was up on Santa's knee as her father stood to the side and tried to focus on his daughter's experience with Santa and not the two hot college girls that were up next.

"Ok, I'm going to take my pictures. Then I'll come back and grab your coat so you can walk up to Santa. You strut your stuff, cause a few family fights in the crowd, give a few schoolboys their first crush, and take a quick pic with Santa. I'll be right there as soon as you're done so we can get you covered back up, then as soon as the pics are printed we're out. Good."

Carol shifted her weight from foot to foot nervously, and just nodded because she didn't trust her voice to work she was so nervous.

Seeing Sandy go up for her pics really did help to make her less nervous. Sandy always just exuded an easy confidence and struck a couple different poses on Santa's laps. She took one normal one, then one leaning back with her leg kicked up and even one where she planted a kiss on Santa's cheek. He seemed like a great sport and gave a big shocked face to the camera when she kissed him.

Santa's face was still beet red as Sandy walked back up to Carol. "He's a sweet old man, seriously. You'll be fine. Let's do this and get home, I'm ready to start drinking."

"Ok." Carol replied and untied the belt on her trenchcoat and shrugged it off her shoulders. She swore the mall went silent, it must've been her imagination but the only sound she could here was her heart racing. She turned a bright shade of red as she exposed her outfit to the crowd for the first time. Carol, along with her red heels and fishnets, was wearing a shiny red leotard that was low cut to expose her enormous cleavage. The back was open down to right above her round ass and rode high on her hips. Her leotard was trimmed in green to complete the holiday spirit and Sandy had one last finishing touch, a cute little santa hat that she placed over Carol's brunette hair. The material kept riding up her ass as she walked and she could feel it again as she walked up to Santa. The twenty something boy and girl who were playing the role of Santa's elves whispered something to each other and Carol felt like she would explode from shame. At the same time she noticed a pleasant warmth growing in her pussy.

When she reached Santa he seemed to have regained his composure, she couldn't be the first college student to pull a stunt like this she rationalized to herself. 'I'm sure he gets this a hundred times a year,' Carol thought.

"Why Ho Ho Ho what have we here? Tell me little girl what can Santa do for you this year?" He spread his arms and gave her room to sit on his lap.

As she took her seat she saw Sandy whispering frantically to the camera operator, no doubt giving instructions on exactly what to shoot.

"Ummm, just the picture I think." Carol mumbled to the Santa Claus.

"Oh come now, surely a girl like you is on ol Saint Nick's nice list so tell me what I can bring you for Christmas." Then he leaned in and whispered, "or if you're a naughty one maybe Santa can help you to his Yule log." He shifted his weight slightly and Carol felt something massive shift under his pants. Then the Santa slid his hand down to Carol's ass and let out a loud "Ho Ho Ho," as he bounced her on his knee causing her breasts to jiggle right under his nose.

Carol was speechless and turning an even brighter shade of red as she was groped by the mall Santa. As she bounced she reached out with one hand to steady herself but what where she placed her hand confirmed that this Santa was packing more than gifts for children.

His cock was huge in her little hand. She'd had sex a few times in the Summer before college and with some boys she met at Sorority and Frat parties, but she'd never felt anything like this.

"Oh it seems like you know what you'd like for Christmas. If you're not careful I'm going to have to change suits because you're leaking all over this one." he whispered again into her ear. "Now look at the camera, because I can't spend all my time on naughty sluts like you two."

Carol was just barely able to stammer out a weak "ok" as she felt the Santa's hand rubbing her ass, and she realized that she had started to rub on his cock through the red wool pants.

After what seemed like an eternity Santa put a hand on the small of her back and pushed her to her feet and she walked in a daze over to her friend who was waiting with a huge grin on her face. "OMG Carol that was perfect. You looked so fucking hot up there, the pics are gonna be great, it's gonna be really sad to destroy them." She wrapped the coat around her shellshocked friend and gave her a big hug seemingly oblivious to Carol's inner turmoil. "Oh and would you look at that looks like Santa needs a break after you," A voice had come on saying that Santa would be back in five minutes as the old bearded man walked into the small house set up behind him labelled 'Santa's Workshop.'

"Anyways look at what I got." Sandy held up a small business card. "I was thinking we should invite him to our holiday party! Could be fun, have all the girls sit on Santa's lap." Seeing the stunned look on Carol's face Sandy quickly added, "I'm joking, but seriously you should keep this. It's a little souvenir just for you." she handed Carol the business card.

"Can we just get out of here?" said Carol nervously, stuffing the business card into the overcoat pocket.

"Yeah, of course, I already paid for the photos they should be printing now. Hey, are you ok. You did great, you're in. After tonight you're full Tri-Delta, and we're officially sisters."

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just don't like all the stares." Carol mumbled, but she couldn't get Santa's cock out of her mind.

Carol was mostly silent as they drove back to campus. That wasn't entirely unusual. Sandy was happy to fill the silence talking about the plans for the party that night and any of the latest gossip. When they pulled up in front Carol's dorm the girls hugged over the center console and Sandy let her know that she should be at the house by 8:00.

"Don't worry about dressing up, it's just girls from the house tonight. Jeans and a t-shirt or whatever you feel like is all good. See you later." With that Sandy was off, and Carol was left alone with her thoughts of what happened.

Luckily Carol's roommate was gone, as she had been for nearly the entire semester since meeting her boyfriend in the second week. All the better since Carol had no desire to answer questions about the slutty outfit she still wore.

Carol moved to the full length mirror that was in her room and stared at her body. Two years ago she wouldn't have recognized the woman she saw. Her tits were practically bursting out and she turned and saw how the leotard had ridden up between her cheeks. She struck a number of poses including bending over in front of the mirror, she imagined the Santa behind her and the feel of his hands on her smooth ass. She leaned forward against the mirror and took a breast in one hand, wanting it to be his large hands groping her again. Her other hand went down to her pussy which had practically soaked through the leotard on the way home and gasped as she felt her sensitive swollen lips through the material.

Carol pulled the material to the side and the smell of sex flooded the room as she rubbed at her wet little pussy. In her mind Carol was back on Santa's lap leaning back against his belly as he pinched at her nipples and it was the fat fingers on his large hands plunging in and out her dripping cunt. She imagined the feel of his beard on her neck as he bit her ear lobe and let out a loud moan.

The image in Carol's mind shifted and she was on her knees in front of Santa's chair staring at his cock. It couldn't be that large she thought to herself as she envisioned the meaty cock in her mind. But she recalled how large it had felt in her hand and imagined herself leaning forward to lick it and suck on Santa's swollen balls.

The image shifted again and Santa was standing over her, massive as she stroked the cock with both hands needing him to come. The real Carol was furiously working two fingers in and out of her pussy, moaning and muttering how she'd be a good girl all year for him. After what seemed like an eternity her imagined Santa came and coated her with wave after wave of his cum. Completely soaking Her face and outfit. Carol came with a crash and dropped to her knees trembling, the girl in the mirror was soaked with sweat and flushed. Her legs trembled and her fingers were still lightly tracing around her clit. Carol had just had the biggest orgasm of her life imagining herself blowing old St. Nick, and knew that he wouldn't be out of her mind any time soon.

She gathered herself and started to peel off the outfit so she could get ready for the party later that night and went to take a shower. Even with the best orgasm of her life mere minutes before Carol couldn't help but let her fingers wander over her heavy breasts or slick pussy receiving a jolt of pleasure each time. She spent longer in the shower than usual enjoying the warmth of the water on her still sensitive body.

Carol didn't make it home until about 1:00 AM, an early night at the sorority all things considered, but she'd begged off saying the liquor wasn't sitting well. The ceremony had been nice enough and Carol had cried with the rest of the girls when they were formally inducted. When the time had come to burn the photograph, evidence of her last task as a pledge, she'd hoped it would put the matter to rest for her. But she could feel it in her heart that it wasn't, and as she took one last look at herself dressed up like a slut sitting on an older man's lap she felt in her pussy that she would need more.

Another girl from the sorority, Lyla, had walked back with her and they said goodbye at the door to Carol's dorm. When she reached her room the beige trenchcoat was still draped over the chair by her desk and she moved to hang it in her closet. By chance she felt something in the pocket and pulled out the business card. Kris Kringle Santa Services in a gold script followed by the ten digits of a phone number.

The object entranced her as she ran her fingers over the embossed lettering she knew what she had to do, what she would do eventually. Carol convinced herself it was the alcohol doing the thinking and he probably wouldn't answer. He was an old man anyway, the number was a landline. This was just a bit of fun to tell Sandy about later. All these thoughts ran through her head as she reached for her phone and typed out a simple message.

Dear Santa- I hope I did enough today to make your nice list this year.

Carol sat and waited with her phone. Ten minutes must have passed with her just sitting at her desk staring at the phone, waiting. Finally she put the phone down on her desk and went to change out of her clothes. She'd stripped down to her bra and panties when in the mirror she saw her phone light up and the telltale buzz of a message.

If you want to stay off the naughty list tell Santa where he can bring his sleigh to come pick you up.

Her heart pounded in her chest and she ran her tongue over her lips. Each tap on the screen caused her heart to beat just a little faster. Carol's finger hovered over send. She closed her eyes and her mouth went dry as she imagined what it would mean. Then she remembered the orgasm from earlier that day and pressed send.

The response was quick this time.

Wear what you were when you came to see me at the North Pole, and be outside when I get there.

She quickly found the outfit and squeezed back into it. Proud now of how her breasts stretched the fabric. She turned around and pulled up the back so that the full globes of her asscheeks were exposed in all their glory. The busty brunette quickly applied some bright red lipstick and green eyeshadow to match her outfit. Smacking her lips she imagined what they would look like wrapped around the rod she'd felt earlier.

Carol grabbed the same trenchcoat she'd worn before from her closet and ran outside into the cold December air to wait. Five minutes passed, then ten. She began to think on how stupid she must be, waiting to meet a strange old man who had groped her earlier in the day. It was insane.

As these thoughts raged inside of her she saw a red corvette pull up. The parking lot of her dormitory was quiet at this hour. She looked at her phone expecting a message, but the corvette just idled a short distance away. Then the brights flashed on momentarily blinding her, but she recognized it as a signal to her. She hopped up and walked briskly to the passenger side and tried the handle, but the door was locked.

Carol knocked on the window, and when she didn't get a response she said, "Ummm it's me, I think you're here for me." She still didn't get any response and couldn't see into the tinted windows when an idea struck her. She undid the trenchcoat and took it off so she was standing out in the open wearing nothing but her slutty holiday leotard.