Hospitality For Santa

A gullible girl finds a Christmas Night Visitor.

Based on a post by tomthumper.
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It was the night before Christmas when Betty Boots was awakened
from her wet dream of big dripping candy canes; by a thump, and then a clunk
from her apartment's living room. Her big blue eyes popped open as she listened
to a rustling, then a man's voice; cursing?

Excited, Betty slipped out of bed and crept towards the
living room, the cool night air raising goose bumps all over her voluptuous
body. The red frilly negligee she wore was frightfully thin, but Betty didn't
mind the cold. She was convinced she was going to catch Santa Claus!

Eight years ago, when she was just eighteen, she had hidden
behind the couch as Santa put presents under the Christmas tree at her parent’s
home. She’d just returned from college, after semester finals.

But even when she was an elementary lass, friends had tried
to convince her that Santa wasn't real. But Betty was a special girl. She
really, really loved Santa.

Eight years ago, as Santa slipped the last present under the
tree that night, her mother had come out of the bedroom wearing only a pair of
white stockings, stiletto heels, and hair ribbon; and gave Santa a very
friendly hug. In return, Santa gave Betty's mum a very sexy workout that night.
Betty got the gift of a very sexy education.

Unfortunately, the next day when young Betty's salesman Dad
called from the airport, about to board his rescheduled flight home; Betty had
told him all about Santa's exciting visit. Dad had gotten very upset and yelled
at Betty’s mum. He hung up and they never saw him again. Betty's mum was angry,
and threw Betty out of the house for good. From then on Betty had to go back to
college, but since the dorms were vacated til past new years, she had to turn
to some fraternities, who were always happy to help the plucky, busty, blonde
beauty. They were eager to trade boarding for services.

But it’s 8 years later.

Sneaking towards her apartment living room, Betty was very
excited. It was Christmas and Santa had come to visit her! She wasn't angry
about Santa causing her parents to split or her abandonment. She had never
connected the events. No, Betty was as happy and excited as a particularly
naïve schoolgirl. Santa was in her living room! She tried not to skip with
glee, as she slipped into the unlit room.

Santa was bent over the entertainment center. Perhaps, Betty
thought, he was leaving a holiday music CD in her stereo. She hoped it was
someone sexy and sophisticated like Britney Spears or Katy Perry.

Betty flushed. Santa had sure slimmed down since the last
time. He had the firmest butt that showed off very well indeed, in his tight
blue jeans. He must have started going to the gym because his muscles bulged
beneath his black sweater. He still wore a red Santa hat, which made sense
since he was Santa.

"Oh; Santa," she said, half out of happiness to
find him bringing her presents, and half because; Wow! He was really built.

Santa was startled and turned around. Betty was confused.
Instead of being old with a white beard, he was young, with chiseled features,
short spiky black hair and green vigorous eyes. But then again, Betty thought,
Santa was a magical man. Perhaps this was how he appeared to lonely young women
who were positively bursting out of their lacy intimates, like her mom had
done, some 8 years earlier?

"I'm sorry Santa," said Betty in a bashful voice,
after flicking on a lamp. Santa was looking very nervous. He had dropped his
bag of presents with a clank; and if she didn't know better, she would have
said he was about to make a break for it.

"I'm sorry Santa," she repeated, edging over to
him. "I know I should be tucked in bed like a good girl. But I got so very
excited when I heard you delivering my presents."

Santa's mouth dropped open, and it took him a moment to say
anything.

"Santa?" he finally managed to say, in a
marvelously deep voice.

"You can't fool me, Santa," Betty said proudly,
sticking out her magnificent chest. "I'm smart. You’re disguising
yourself! You may not look like Saint Nick, but who else would be bringing me
presents tonight? The Easter Bunny?"

"I; I guess you caught me," Santa said, googling
at Betty's buxom tits. The fabric of her red negligee was light and sheer,
almost transparent. She obviously wasn't wearing a bra and her sizable jugs
jostled together amiably. Santa could even catch the hint of her tit's dark
areolas.

"Well," he gulped. "I should go." He
reached to pick up his sack. "Lots of boys and girls to visit."

"Oh no, Santa!" Betty exclaimed, clutching him to
her bosom. "Please don't go yet! Have some milk and cookies. Mama taught
me to be extra hospitable, and be good to you."

Santa got a strange look on his face as the buxom blonde
rubbed up and down him in her small frilly teddy. Without her noticing, he
flipped up the back of her nightie. He broke into a grin. This girl had gone to
bed without any panties!

"Okay," he said. "I'll stay a bit." He
settled down in a brown comfy chair and let Betty serve him his milk and
cookies. "Any beer?" Betty got Santa a tall cool one, which he
guzzled, in one swig.

"Ah!" He plopped the bottle down and looked up at
Betty, who was hovering over his extended leg. Facing away, she was removing
his boots for a foot massage, and accidentally giving him a preview of her
equally blonde nether locks as well. He stretched and then grabbed her round
the waist and set her on his lap. Then he asked with a grin. "So what do
you want for Christmas, little girl?"

"I thought you'd never ask, Santa!" exclaimed
Betty. She giggled as she slid further up on his lap, making him go Ooof! and
slip his hand up the back of her nightie; all the way up to her shoulder
blades. Betty was so excited, she paid no attention to Santa's paw.

"But you have to ask me the other question first,
Santa," demanded Betty, bouncing on Santa's lap.

"Holy" Santa caught himself just in time as Betty
gave his lap the bouncing of its life. "What question honey?"

"The naughty or nice question!" Betty said
impatiently. "What's wrong with you, Santa?"

Santa was breathing the sweet scent of Betty's hair; so had
to shake his head to answer the question.

"Oh, yes! Naughty or nice. Sorry, my girlfriend; I mean,
Mrs. Claus left me for one of the elves." He eased his hand lower until it
rested on her full round ass. Man, this chick was all curves!

"That's awful, Santa!" said Betty, opening wide
her full round lips around the 'aw' in awful.

"Yes. I walked in on them," said Santa. "Have
you ever seen an elf with a twelve inch dick?"

"Not on an elf." Betty shuddered. "But twelve
inches is a lot for any gal to take, let me tell you." She blushed,
realizing that Santa was studying her closely.

"Hmm, So you know exactly how she felt," he said,
giving her bottom a squeeze.

Betty giggled and wiggled.

"So Santa has been all alone since June, and what with
my work; I don't get to meet cute little scamps like you, except for around
Christmas."

"Poor Santa!" cried Betty. "So there's been
no one to; relieve all the pressure?" Betty grinned as her hand
involuntarily slid over the hump between his legs.. Santa might not be twelve
inches, but she was pretty sure he was pushing eight or nine, judging from what
a bumpy lap she was sitting on.

"Yes, it's just been me and the reindeer," said
Santa.

"Oh, Santa," Betty said in a shocked voice.
"You haven't been using Cupid or Comet that way, have you?"

"What way is that?" asked Santa, running his
finger down between her soft ass cheeks.

"You know." Betty squirmed. "Like when a
woman bends over and a man takes his; candy cane and slides it into her
stocking."

"Oh, reindeer-style," Santa drawled. "No,
I've never gotten that desperate." He locked Betty in his gaze. "What
about you? Have you been a good girl this year? I hope you haven't been getting
your stocking stuffed, too much. Though you're very, very stuff-able."

"Well..." Betty looked very guilty. "I've
been, pretty good?"

"Betty," Santa said sternly. "Remember who
you are talking to."

Betty tugged at the neck of Santa's sweater.

"Well, I honestly didn't know about my mistletoe print
dress, until Mr. Stevenson and Mr. Johnson took me into the coat room, and
explained," she said in a defensive tone. "It was lucky Mr. Johnson
told me to take it off, cause while they were performing the traditional
punishment, Mr. Stevenson splattered all over me with his big dick!

Santa's eyes widened as he imagined the banging of Betty
Boots in the coat closet. His pants were getting tighter and tighter, nuzzling
Betty's sexy bottom.

"I got pretty tipsy as well," admitted Betty.
"But I did a good deed! I gave Tim, the office boy, a hand job cause of
his cock cancer."

"Cock cancer?"

"Yes," said Betty, biting her lip trying to
remember. "He was afraid he might have cock cancer, and the only way to
know was to; you know, try to cum. But he didn't want to find out all alone. So
I;" Betty grinned sheepishly. "I g