Brian pulled at his scratchy white beard and tried to get the circulation in his right foot going again. The boot was too tight. The left boot too loose. A Store Santa's lot was not always a comfortable one.
That said, Brian enjoyed the tradition. A kindly man, invariably full of good cheer and bonhomie, the donning of the red suit was an occasion he looked forward to; he somehow felt a different man, more confident behind the beard and false tummy. It had become a family tradition. Juliet, his daughter, was the principal elf, and it gave his wife June time and space to indulge in her seasonal pastime of hiding the sausage.
Admittedly, June tended to indulge herself all year round, but the holiday season brought out the best in her, the adage spreading goodwill to all men was something she took to heart. Indeed, she had disappeared with a young father from the line-up some fifteen minutes previously, leaving his charge behind in Santa's playpen.
Having dismantled a doll, the young infant demanded to know 'when is Daddy coming back?' Brian eyed her wearily and patted her on the head.
"Soon, dear. Why don't you see if you can reattach the dolly's head? She looks better with a head. No, don't throw the head, dear!" Brian ushered her back to the playpen under the amused gaze of a store employee hired for the Xmas period. It was technically June's job to mind the minors, but she had roped Sandie, a plump but attractive brunette with a broad smile, into helping out.
"Mrs Santa busy again, I see," observed Sandie sweetly.
Brian ignored her. Santa had his pride.
The back of the warehouse was where Mrs Santa stored her Christmas presents to herself. The young man, Roger or Robert, June was a bit hazy on his name, was beaming as she bounced energetically on his stiff cock. Roger was badly in need of relief from the stress of the holiday season, and this attractive older woman in the sexy Santa costume with her tits bouncing in his face was the perfect tonic. Saddled with the kid, while his wife did the shopping had turned out better than expected.
"Squeeze my arse!" June demanded as she squirmed and bucked on him.
Roger duly squeezed and then thrust up into her. Roger was being a good boy for Christmas and happily decked out Mrs Santa's love chamber with his festive cum.
Back at the grotto, Juliet, in her tight green bodice, very short skirt, and stripey stockings, kept the fathers in the queue entertained, even if the mothers were less enthused. Putting out the '
Closed for Toy Making
' sign, she glided over to Brian.
"I've closed the queue, daddy, our lunch break is up soon."
"Thank you, darling." Brian eyed his daughter's bum as she bent over to escort a beaming child to the giant toy sack. Juliet was an absolute cracker, he thought. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Sandie watching him with that irritating smile of hers. Brian puffed his chest out and got on with the job.
"So, Mrs Santa, did your Xbox enjoy my joystick?" Roger grinned and zipped up his pants.
June eyed him as she wiped the inside of her thighs with a tissue. After a quick feel of her pussy, she put her fingers to her mouth and tasted a cocktail of juices. "Could have done with poking me a bit longer."
"Hey, I've got a kid to get back to!"
"Well, don't let me stop you," June kissed him briefly on the lips. "And thanks, that was fun."
Mollified, Roger dashed off, leaving June to pop her tits back in and adjust her tunic. The mattress she had put there two days ago had seen action seven times now, which was a pretty good strike rate. Her record was ten over Brian's four-day Santa stint.
Striding back to Santa's grotto, June felt the warmth of Roger's semen inside her. It made her feel womanly and desirable. She tutted when she saw Brian had closed up for lunch. Sandie was reading a magazine at the playpen and tucking into a sandwich.
"Have fun, Mrs Santa? An enjoyable rummage in his sack? Get his Xmas balls out?" Sandie giggled and brushed off some crumbs from her store tunic.
"When you've quite finished," replied June good-humouredly.
"Is that what you said to him?"
"I'm spreading Christmas cheer, it is the season after all."
"Well, you're certainly spreading something." Sandie stood up. "Now you're back, I'll collect my twenty quid and have a coffee break."
"I'll get my bag. Same deal this afternoon?"
"Sure, kind of feel like I'm pimping out Mrs Santa."
"Pimp away, honey, and as my pimp, you fancy trying the goodies?" June found the young woman amusing and kind of sexy.
"I'm up for some noshing on a mince pie, I guess." Sandie stood back as the last of the mums fetched their kid. "Hey, Santa's gotta eat, lady!" This was directed at the back of the complaining mum.
"So, you want to eat out, Mrs Santa's pussy?" June stuck her hip out.
"Sure. Is it fresh and tasty?"
"Just been stirred with a thick sausage and topped up with a creamy sauce."
Sandie giggled. "Ladies? Second floor, end cubicle?"
"See you there in five," smiled June.
Juliet twitched the curtain in Santa's chalet. "Mum's back."
"Yes, dear." Brian took off the troublesome boot and massaged his toes. "Does she look in a good mood?"
"Yes, and now she's flirting with that tart, Sandie! Think mummy is in heat."
"Your mother loves Christmas, its always been a special time for the family."
"A special time for her, you mean. How many times did she have a lover over, leaving you to knob the turkey?"
"I've never knobbed the turkey, dear. Oh, that feels better!" Brian wiggled his toes, thankfully. "And she is missing David."
Juliet smiled. "David is with his mates in Tenerife for Christmas, reckon that will be one long shagfest!"
"True. David is a virile young man. Best he isn't around though, creates too much tension between you and your mum, and that's the last thing we want over Christmas dinner. Is your Daniel doing okay?"
"I guess. Looking after the sprog. Thinking of putting him in a dress on Christmas day. That will be fun!"
Brian looked at Juliet and removed a half-chewed toffee tangled in his beard. "Go gently, dear. It can be hard being a cuck, we do need some consideration."
"When has mum ever showed you any consideration?"
"She does sometimes, not often, but every now and then. Especially at this time of year. Does it upset you?"
"I think mum is arranging a lesban tryst with Sandie," a note of envy creeping into Juliet's voice. "Sorry, what was that, daddy?"
"I asked does it upset you? The way your mum treats me?"
Juliet came over and sat down on the elf stool. "Sometimes, I guess." She reached out and took his hand. "I do love you, daddy."
"Even though you treat your own husband just as badly?" Brian teased.
"Oh, he loves it, and yes it is a bit of a double standard. I know how mum treats you is the way it should be, I just get a bit defensive on your behalf sometimes! Don't get used to it, though!"
Laughing, Brian stood up and hugged his daughter tightly, enjoying the feel of her young body pressed close to his.
"Daddy?" Juliet's tone was a little sharp.
"Yes, dear?"
"I think you are holding me a little too close! A small point of interest appears to have cropped up!"
Guiltily, Brian released her. "I'm sorry, dear. I'm not used to expressions of affection either verbally or physically."
"Well, okay. Just make sure it doesn't happen again. It is hardly appropiate behaviour between Santa and his elf!" Juliet playfully slapped him on the arm, a twinkle in her eye.
Pulling on his wide black belt, Brian tried to subdue his interest. "Quite right, dear!"
Meanwhile, Mrs Santa was leaning back in one of the ladies cubicles. God, she was so damn horny! It was driving her mad, that and not having David on tap even if she grudgingly had to accept it would have made for a combustible Christmas, what with Juliet flaunting herself at him all the time. Slutty cow! June gasped as Sandie, bouse flapping open and skirt hitched around her waist, burrowed two fingers deep into June's pussy.
"Mrs Santa, has been riding the reindeers bareback I see!" Sandie's eyes glinted in the fluorescent lighting.
"Fuck, yes!" June's moans were silenced as Sandie pressed her lips against hers, their tongues caressing and intertwining.
"Jeez, you're so fucking wet, its like a floodplain!"
"The hairy delta!' June giggled, then arched. "Oh, god! Keep fingering my slutty twat!" " She reached for the young woman's breasts, squeezing and rubbing hard dark nipples. "Please eat my pussy!"
"You reckon I want to go there? Lick that skanky hole of yours?" Sandie fingered June even harder, squelching around in her sopping snatch.
"P-Please! I need to cum!"
"Sure you do, but does Mrs Santa deserve to cum? Has she been a good Mrs Santa or has she been cucking poor Santa all year?"
"I've, I've been cucking him! I'm a bad Mrs Stanta! Please eat my fucking pussy!"
"You nasty bitch!" Sandie buried her face in Mrs Santa's tasty twat and jingled June's clit.
****
"I'm sorry, but Mrs Santa and her helper are still not back." Juliet smiled at the line of frustrated mums looking to park their offspring at Santa's playpen.
"This is really not good enough!" A harrassed blonde mum snapped. "It's meant to be open now. Can't you do it?"
Fuck no! "I'm not licensed to do look after the little darlings," replied Juliet sweetly. "Now if you can pop back later, I'm sure Mrs Santa will be here." Assuming the whore-bag can tear herself away.
Ignoring the mutterings, Juliet headed back to Santa's small chalet. "You okay, daddy? We reopen the line in twenty."
"Yes, dear. Just finishing my lunch. Any sign of Mrs Santa?" Brian pushed the brandy bottle back under his chair.
Juliet snorted. "Fat chance, think she went off with Sandie. Apparently it's pussy for lunch." Twitching the curtain on the small window, she bent to peer out, her pantyhosed bottom waving in Brian's face.
Eyeing his daughter's rear, Brian tried to ignore the sudden yearning to bury his face in her firm cheeks. "Are you sure you can't see her?"
"No sign, daddy." Juliet pushed open the window to improve her view. "Mummy is such a slut!"
"Well, yes dear." Brian snatched his hand away seconds before he was about to caress those beguiling moons.
"Sometimes, I do think—bother!"
"What's wrong?"
"My tunic is snagged on this nail, honestly this chalet is very shoddily built."
"Can't you unhook it, darling?"
"No, it's at an awkaward angle."
"Let me help." Brian bent over his daughter, conscious of the pressure of his groin against his daughter's arse. "No, it's definitely stuck." Brian pressed the small nail so that it snagged even more firmly.
"I don't want to rip my tunic, I thought you were a bit of a handyman, daddy?"
Brian felt very handy as he surreptitiously started rubbing himself against Juliet. He groaned inwardly, fighting the temptation to rip down Juliet's pantyhose and plant his spruce in her fertile pot. "I'm trying, dear!"
"Well try harder—what are you doing, daddy?" Juliet said suspiciously.
Brian froze. "Trying to get you loose, dear."
