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Nash Robinson smiled for the camera and then put the child onto her feet. The little girl scampered toward her smiling mother. Keighla, the cute nineteen year old 'elf' brought the next child to him while Francesca 'Franny' Knudsen gave mother and child a peppermint candy cane.
"None of that for us," the next mother said in a haughty tone to Franny. "See, we're trying to raise Jennica in a sugar free household; her maternal grandmother was diabetic and..."
Franny pasted a smile on her face as she tuned out the arrogant woman's diatribe. Did this woman really think anyone gave a shit about her petty little life?
"Okay, okay, Santa's got to check on the reindeer," Nash called out; the signal that he needed a bathroom break.
"At first I'm all like 'Three hundred bucks? For six hours of work?'" Keighla whispered to Franny. "Got to be the easiest three hundred ever."
"But now?" Franny agreed. "Should have seen the last one."
"Miss we don't want any sugar?" Keighla guessed.
"Like she thinks any of us give a fuck?" Franny said. "Switch?"
"Uh huh. So, what you think about Santa?" Keighla asked, button mouth twisted in a smirk.
"I'd fuck him. But only if he uses a condom; this is just not a safe time for me," Franny said.
"Slut!" Keighla giggled. "But, yeah, me too."
"Slut," Franny accused and the two women switched places as Nash gave out the 'Ho Ho Ho!' signal and again took his seat.
The Christmas sale of Robinson's flooring was going well. After his piss and cigarette break, Nash checked and they'd managed nine sales of carpet and installations, four bathroom tile replacements and a hardwood floor installation. The one dollar raffle ticket sales had exceeded two thousand dollars for the sixty inch flat screen television giveaway.
The two college girls were very cute in their skimpy elf costumes. Both girls were brunettes; he preferred red heads, but they were both cute. The shorter one; she said she was five feet tall but Nash suspected she was counting her three inch heels in that number had some very cute little boobs in her snug top. The other one had a cute little button mouth and Nash could imagine her wrapping those lips...
"Stop," he chided himself. "Last thing I need is to get a stiffy while dealing with these rug rats."
"Santa Claus?" the little boy asked, mouth wide in disbelief.
"Ho, ho, ho! Well, hi Jaiden," Nash said to his next-door neighbor's son. "I know you've been a very good boy this year. I know you've been helping your Mommy. You even keep your room clean."
Jaiden asked Nash if his Daddy would be coming home soon and Nash did feel a little tug of his heartstrings. Todd Wright had been popped for his fourth DUI and was looking at three years on that one charge alone. But the illegal handgun and the three ounces of Meth in the console of his car made that three years jump up to no less than ten years in maximum security.
"Jaiden, I'm sorry. There are some things not even Santa Claus can do," Nash said softly.
"Mommy said you'd say that," Jaiden whispered, his little eyes filling with tears.
Trish Wright gave Nash a wan smile as Jaiden slowly made his way to where she stood. Nash nodded his head and smiled tightly as Keighla brought the next child to him.
"Only three more," Keighla thought, looking at the short line.
"Come on, Grandma," the next girl said, not waiting on Keighla to lead her to Santa. "You need to sit on Santa's lap and tell him what you want."
The sixty five year old woman smiled indulgently at her precocious granddaughter, then at the smiling 'Santa.'
"Hi Santa, this is Romany. As you can tell, she's a very headstrong little girl," the grandmother said, gingerly settling onto Santa's leg.
"I see that," Nash nodded. "But, have you been a good little girl, Grandma?"
"Define good," Grandma smirked. "I'm keeping Eveready Batteries in business."
"And I'm sure their stockholders appreciate every buzz-buzz-buzz," Nash chuckled.
"By the way, how do you keep this beard so soft?" Grandma asked, running her fingers through Nash's chest length white beard.
"Regular brushing, and olive oil," Nash stated.
"I bet it would feel sooo good between my legs," Grandma whispered into Nash's ear.
The camera caught Grandma's elated giggle when 'Santa' pinched her on her plump rear end. Then Romany demanded her turn and gave Santa a very long list of toys she wanted. Nash's explanation that he also needed room in his bag for the gifts for other children held no sway with Romany. She simply told him he could forget about the other kids; they weren't as good as she was. Nash shook his head and smirked at Grandma. She returned his smirk and led Romany away.
The sales crew drew a ticket and Nash called the lucky winner's cell phone. Nash himself arranged the delivery of the television for the following day. Urging the last of his sales crew out, Nash turned on the alarm system and turned off the showroom lights. Then he pulled ten crisp Benjamins out of the pocket of his red felt trousers. Fanning the bills out on the counter, he read the eyes of the nineteen year old and the twenty year old elves. Peeling three of the bills from the pile, he handed the three to Franny. He then paid Keighla her promised three hundred dollars.
"I want to fuck," Nash said bluntly.
"Need to use a condom," Franny said, never taking her eyes from the cash.
"Yeah," Keighla agreed. "Need to use a condom; I ain't getting knocked up for no two hundred bucks."
"Yeah, sure, a little redundant but sure. Whatever," Nash said, beckoning with his head toward the stockroom.
"A little... Redundant? Why's that?" Franny asked, following the rotund man to the rear of the stockroom where some old stock was piled up in rolls.
"Yeah, what you mean?" Keighla asked, following Santa and her best friend into the dimly lighted stockroom.
"My wife, ex-wife had a history of mental disabilities in her family; mother was a paranoid schizophrenic and her dad was a bi-polar alcoholic," Nash said, shrugging out of his red felt jacket. "Twin sister was suicidal; actually succeeded the day after our wedding. Anyway, had a vasectomy done hmm, twenty years ago?"
"So, you, you're shooting blanks?" Keighla suggested.
"Mm hmm. Of course, didn't stop her from getting knocked up by her uncle," Nash said, pulling the long sleeved white tee shirt up and off. "Damn, about to sweat to death in this get up."
Franny and Keighla looked at one another, then shrugged out of their costumes. Franny's breasts were indeed very nice; Nash loved the half-dollar sized areolae and hard nipples. He stepped out of black patent leather boots and red trousers, displaying that he'd been commando underneath the trousers. Both Keighla and Franny looked at his fat, angry looking seven inches, his dark brown fur and heavy balls.
"And you swear you're shooting blanks?" Franny demanded as she lay down across the pile of carpet rolls.
"Mm hmm; willing to bet my ex-wife's life on it," he smirked, kneeling and placing his mouth on her lightly furred crotch.
He savored the taste of her young pussy, giving several licks up and down her wet folds. Then he located her clitoris and gave the nub a forceful suck. Franny squealed and shuddered in orgasm.
"Augh, I oh, oh yes!" she cried out when Nash thrust his thick cock into her with one long push.
He did not last as long as he would have liked to, but Franny's pussy was tight. Her vaginal walls squeezed him deliciously as he pumped in and out. Just as she squealed in a second orgasm, Nash grunted, then stiffened, holding himself deep inside of her.
When he finally pulled out of Franny's squelching pussy, Keighla lost no time kneeling between Franny's splayed legs. Nash's cock was quick to revive as he watched the lesbian action in front of him. He could see Keighla's excitement trickling down her stumpy little legs.
"Oomph! I, oh, oh yes," Keighla grunted as Nash slipped his resurging erection into her bald pussy.
His cock was still coated with his and Franny's juices as he pushed into Keighla with one long thrust. He groaned; Franny had been tight but Keighla was very tight indeed.
Her cute little ass bounced slightly with each thrust. Looking down, Nash could see Keighla's little brown star winking at him. He heard Franny calling out in orgasm as her girlfriend tongued her sloppy pussy with practiced strokes.
"Mmph, I, oh, oh yeah," Keighla grunted in pleasure as Nash thrust his spittle wet thumb into her rectum.
Nash soon had his thumb and first and middle fingers plunging in and out of Keighla's rectum while he continued to pound her tight pussy with long strokes of his fat cock. Reaching his hand from her hips, Nash diddled Keighla's fat little clitoris.
Just before blowing a load into her pussy, he pulled out and lined up his dripping cock with her pucker. His left hand continued to diddle her clitoris while his right hand held his cock steady.
"I, oh, oh Jesus, Jesus God," Keighla shrieked out as Nash managed to notch the first three inches of his cock into her bowels.
The heat and the tightness were too much and Nash pumped his semen deep into her guts. Keighla grunted and gasped in orgasm then let out an 'Oomph!' as Nash collapsed on top of her.
