Friends: Deleted Scenes - The Seduction of Santa Claus
Unable to find a Santa Claus costume, Ross decided instead to try and teach his son, Ben, about Hanukkah. However Chandler showed up at Monica's and his apartment wearing a borrowed Santa suit. This was a great distraction to Ben. Ross, Chandler, and Monica stood in the kitchen trying to figure out how to handle this.
"What are you doing?" Ross said to Chandler.
"You called everyone and said you were having trouble finding a Santa costume, so I borrowed one from a guy at work!"
"Thank you, but, but you gotta leave," Ross told him.
"Why?" Chandler replied.
"Because, I'm finally getting him excited about Hanukkah, and, and you're... you're wrecking it."
"But I didn't get to shake my belly like a bowl full of jelly," Chandler objected.
"I'm sorry, Chandler but this, this is really important to me," Ross insisted.
"Fine, I'll give the suit back," he said, very disappointed.
Ross left them and went back to Ben in the living room.
Monica leaned in to Chandler and spoke softly, looking over her shoulder to make sure that Ross and Ben couldn't hear.
"Hey, you think, you can keep it another night?" she said with a look that described what she had in mind. Her fingers were twirling in his Santa beard.
"Santa? Really?" he replied, somewhat surprised.
"Yes, is that okay?" Monica said, trying to hide her excitement at the idea.
"Did your Dad ever dress up like Santa?"
"No," she answered, with a tone that told him that she could be kinky, but not THAT kinky.
"Then it's okay!" he said, now excited at the prospect. Monica smiled and they kissed.
Later that evening after all the festivities, which for some reason included Joey dressed in a ridiculous Superman costume, Monica and "Santa" Chandler saw everyone off at the door. And before Chandler could lock it for the night, Monica was already heading to their bedroom.
"I wonder if 'Santa' is going to visit me tonight," she said, giving him a come-hither look as she went through the doorway.
Chandler swaggered through the living room. "I think someone's gettin' merry tonight," he chuckled to himself.
In the bedroom, music was playing on the stereo; a sexy jazz instrumental of "Winter Wonderland." Monica was lighting candles around the room.
"Ho, ho, ho. What's your name, little girl?" Chandler said in a deep Santa-voice.
She smiled. "My name is Monica, Santa. And I'm soo glad you decided to come. I was hoping I'd see you," she said seductively.
"Well, I knew I had to make a special trip for a beautiful young lady like you." He began strolling toward her. "Would you like to be Santa's little helper, tonight?"
"I don't know, Santa... what would Mrs. Claus think of this?"
"Eeh, who cares... that old bitch never wants to do any of the fun stuff."
Monica laughed, despite trying to stay in character, but regained her composure. She moved in close to him, and raised up on her tip-toes to reach over Santa's large belly; arms were around his neck. Her lips pushed through his beard and mustache to find his mouth. She gave him a passionate kiss.
"Well, in that case... don't you want me to be your ho... ho... HO?"
Her eyes told him everything he needed to know. Chandler reached around her and grabbed her tight ass.
"That depends... have you been naughty or nice, this year, Monica?"
With a knowing smile and a slow head-shake, she said, "Oh I've been naughty. I've been very... VERY... naughty."
"Well, my list says you've been nice, so I'm afraid I'm going to need proof of your naughtiness."
She gave him a little grin and a sideways glance, before provocatively sliding to her knees.
Monica's head ducked under the front of his Santa coat. All Chandler could see was her long hair draped across the back of her shoulders. But he felt the drawstring of his Santa pants being slowly untied. Then the front of the costume began to go down.
"Can I lick your candy cane, Santa?" a voice came from under his fake belly.
"Well, if that's what naughty girls do..."
Chandler felt the waistband of his underwear ease down, a moment of cool air, then the warmth of Monica's mouth. Wetness engulfed his cock as she pushed her lips farther and farther along his shaft, bringing his dick out and nudging the fabric down with her chin. Her fingers hooked the waistband under his sack, and she teasingly began licking the underside of his rod.
"Oh, Monica," he groaned, in his own voice.
"Is that good, Santa? Do you want me to do more?"
"Does an elf have a tiny yule log?"
"I don't know about elves, Santa, but your yule log sure is big. How about I lick your jingle balls, I mean, jingle bells?" Monica said as she flicked her tongue across his testicles. She slowly stroked him, licking and sucking on his balls.
This was quite a turn-on for Chandler, hearing and feeling Monica, but being unable to see her. He imagined what she looked like under there, sucking and licking and rubbing. She was always the most alluring to him when she had his cock in her mouth, maybe even more than when she was having an orgasm.
Monica licked and licked and licked, deciding that she wanted to tongue-bathe every part of his cock and balls.
Then Santa's belly began to bounce up and down as Monica's head moved rapidly back and forth with his cock in her mouth. Chandler groaned at the feeling.
"Oh yeah, I'd say you're on my naughty list now."
He heard a little laugh, muffled by her full mouth, and this followed with soft sounds of enjoyment. In time, Monica's sucking abated, then her lips left his cock as she stood. The top of her head was slightly mussed by his costume, and she ran her fingers through her hair as she licked her lips.
"So did I do good, Santa?" she said, sexily out of breath.
"Oh yes, you can definitely be my ho, ho , ho, tonight."
"Mmm, good, I was hoping for that. Do you want to unwrap your present now?" Monica's fingers played along his wide black belt.
To answer her, Chandler simply caressed her cheek with the back of his fingers. Monica's lovely hair framed her face and fell across her shoulders. He ran his fingertips down her neck to the first button on her shirt. Her top was thin and snug fitting, and had a pattern of overlapping circles in various shades of blue and grey.
Monica stood there, allowing Santa Claus to undress her. As the buttons released one by one, Chandler was able to see her perfect breasts in a dark blue satin bra. He helped her pull her arms out of the sleeves, and then dropped the shirt to the floor beside them. One hand caressed her arm, and the other gently squeezed her breast in the bra. He dipped his finger behind the fabric, and brushed her nipple. It was quite hard.
"There's more to unwrap," she whispered.
Chandler undid her tight black jeans, and crouched in front of her to pull them down as she watched. Her blue satin panties were revealed. He wanted to lick her right then and there, but decided to draw things out a bit longer.
He helped her out of her shoes, socks, and jeans, and then ran his hands up the back of her legs to her ass. Here he found that the dark blue garment was actually a thong. He caressed her bare bottom.
"I love your ass, Monica," he said, forgetting for the moment to stay in character.
