On Santa’s Lap - Erotica Contest Winner 2007!

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On Santa’s Lap

Written by Six

She sat down on Santa’s lap, feeling the fuzzy, red, fleeced cotton against her bottom.

“Have you been a good girl,” she heard him ask. “Or, a bad one?”

Her hand went to Santa’s chest, resting against the white fluffy cotton trim. She pressed in hard enough to feel his body beneath the bulky suit before answering.

“You tell me, Santa. I thought you knew when we all were good or bad.”

She wiggled her butt on him, spreading her legs just a tiny bit to balance herself. Her panties were wet, and she felt them mash up against his thigh, right above the knee. The suit was thick, but would he notice?

“Well…” he replied. “I’m going to give you a chance to make everything right.” The white gloved hand gently rested on her knee, palm up. She placed her hand in his. “One chance to show me if you’re naughty or nice.”

Her hand in his, she wiggled some more, feeling the wet fabric grow wetter as she squirmed on his lap. “Santa,” she whispered. “My panties are wet.”

“Oh?” the response jolly.

“Yes, Santa,” she said, before turning away from him, her leg slipping over his, so that she was now straddling his thigh. Her back to him, and both her hands on his knee, she arched her back and rubbed herself - her wet panties - along the length of his thigh. She closed her eyes and let a sigh escape her lips as she felt the contact on her pussy.

She continued to rub, feeling the panties start to roll up, the wet fabric brushing against the red cotton pants.

As she pushed back, she felt something other than his thigh, the rolling fabric of her panties, and the warmth of the Santa suit. Her hand reached back as she nestled higher against his thigh - and she felt something hard, poking out from the leg of his pants.

She grasped it through the fabric as her pussy continued to grind against him.

“I want this candy cane, Santa,” she said, twirling her legs around and spinning back to face him. She slid off his thigh, pooling between his legs and on her knees. The red pants had an elastic waistband and she tugged them quickly down to his ankles, around the white-fur-tipped-black-boots.

She giggled at the sight of his boxer shorts - navy blue with a reindeer printed pattern on them. But her giddiness didn’t mask her desire for his cock, her hand reaching right through the fly of the boxers, finding it stiff and ready.

She pried it free from the boxers and held it by the head, the pre-cum smeared against her palm. Looking up one last time, she opened her mouth and puckered her lips around its red shiny head.

Her tongue flicked out and swabbed it, her jaw loosened, and she felt her cheeks press in as she sucked on him. Her hand moved down lower and lower, down the shaft of his cock, and finally resting on his balls as she took him deep into her mouth. Her tongue swaying side to side as she felt him against the back of her throat.

Her hands went to the insides of his thighs and she let her nails dig in as she steadied herself, and pulled her neck back, her lips traveling up the length of his cock before she swallowed hard and buried her head back down.

She purred and moaned her pleasure, his cock in her mouth only making her pussy grow wetter. She grasped his balls and felt them heavy and warm, squeezed in her palms. She let his cock escape past her lips, making an audible pop. Her hand went to the shaft, wet with her spit and rubbed it up and down.

“I’m a bad girl,” she said, her eyes low.

“Why?”

“Because…” she let herself trail off. “Because I told Santa I had wet panties but I didn’t show him. I got greedy Santa.”

She let his cock go and turned around, still on her knees. Bending over at the waist, she turned her head and let her face fall on the white carpeted floor. Her ass was in the air, and she spread her knees apart. One hand reached between her thighs and she felt her fingers on the wet - no, soaked - fabric.

“Do you see now?” she asked, waiting for his response.

She didn’t hear it. She felt it.

Her panties pushed aside. The fabric suddenly cold against the skin of her ass. And suddenly something wet, warm, pushing against her swollen pussy lips. She gasped as it made its way from her clit all the way up to her ass. It swirled and slithered along the length of her slit and pressed into her wetness.

She felt hands at her hips and his nose pressing into her ass as she knew he was licking, sucking, savoring the taste of her juices. Her hands went on his, spreading her ass wider, giving him better access.

The beard had been tossed to the floor, the pants too gone, the coat also discarded. She felt him push her ass to the side, and she rolled over onto the coat, scrambling, her eyes wild with lust. She pounced on him, straddling his hips and lowering herself onto his cock. She reached out and grabbed his hat, placing it on her as her pussy enveloped his cock.

It stretched her wide and rubbed against her insides, the wetness pouring out and around the stiff cock buried deep within her. Her hands went to his chest, her arms pressing her breasts together and she started to buck, rocking her hips up and down before using her legs to bounce up and down.

His cock felt so good, digging deep within her pussy, drawing out even more wetness, the noises slick and wet escaping every time she lifted and crashed back down on his hips. She held onto his chest, feeling his cock rub against the walls of her pussy, slamming deep and scraping as she pushed up.

The white ball at the end of the Santa hat flung and flew from side to side, front to back as she rode his cock hard, feeling the wave of her orgasm building in her pussy.

She grasped and clenched at his cock, convulsing, spasming, cumming hard and fast, squeezing and urging him to cum too. And the first spray making her yelp, the hot cum bathing her pussy, the next splashing deep within her. Over and over each time he twitched she came again, rapid fire, like popcorn kernels bursting one after another.

And as if one final explosion, the flash bulb popped.

The picture was taken, the faux winter scene complete with fake trees, fake snow, giant candycanes, and the elaborately decorated chair Santa sat on. And little by little, the muffled sounds of the mall, the murmur of people talking, the Christmas music spilling into the background, all swarmed and rose back into consciousness.

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About the Author: Six is a New York based blogger whose amazingly hot erotica is quickly becoming the “talk of the blogging town” (so to speak). As eloquent as he is humble, Six is a self-described “nerd, engineer, and geek” who writes out of sheer sexual compulsion and his unabashed love for the written word. To read more of his edgy, playful, and sometimes dark erotica, visit http://sixelaborates.wordpress.com!

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speaksexy @ December 25, 2007