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Santa Baby….

I was asked to play Santa’s helper by a friend of mine yesterday. She had something come up last minute and couldn’t make it. I do not like little ones at all. I am more of a big boy, big cock kinda girl. The thought of all those snotty nosed little brats running around and screaming all day, jacked up on candy canes, chocolate chip cookies and hot cocoa just did not appeal to me. She begged me and promised to pay me back with a night of drinking dancing and fucking in a foursome with two of her biggest cocks and so I finally reluctantly gave in.
I got up and got dressed determined to make the most of this and with a twinkle of mischief in my eye I headed out. After today I would either be at the top of Santa’s nice list or at the top of the naughty one, depending on how Santa felt about what was to come.
I walked into the dressing room in my tench coat and under it I had my own outfit on. I knew I would have to change but I wanted my first impression to be a memorable one.
In my purse I had a bottle of Brandy which I knew I would need to make it though this day.
I heard the door open followed by heavy footsteps and out of the corner of my eye, I could see that Santa had arrived. I let my coat fall open and turned around in one swift move, pretending to be surprise and  startled. Santa got an eye full and I could tell by the bulge in his pants that he was pleased. I giggled and played it off, it definitely broke the ice.
I was surprise when he admitted to keeping something to drink on him to in order to get through the day. We laughed and had a toast, or two or three.
He gave me an outfit and asked if I would leave mine on underneath. He asked if I would give him a flash here and there over the course of the day, and I agreed with a sly smile on my face.
We were almost ready to go. The day went well with us getting drunk as fucking hell and flashing each other all day long. I remember thinking if Santa was like this when I was a little girl. Smiling at the thought of his cock getting hard as I wiggled around in his lap and told him what I wanted for Christmas.
By the end of the day we were like old friends and he invited me out for a few drinks, insisting that we stay in costume because it had it’s perks. Discounts and even free drinks bought by big boys and girls that would want to sit in our laps and find out if they had been naughty or nice.
As we walked down the street, already drunk, Santa asked if I would flash him on the street. “You first” I giggled. And to my surprise he flashed everyone on the street.
While the faces of the passers by were filled with shock and surprise, I couldn’t stop laughing.
Santa himself was at the top of the naughty list!
We drank late into the night and fucked even later into the night. And the bonus….I still get my foursome with my friend.
This wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be!


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