Page 95 of Santa's Baby
I came second in the class on the spelling test.
I let my older brother watch TV in the middle of a movie, because I wanted to be nice.
The list goes on and on, and his mother is another smiler, giving a proud nod at every achievement he shares.
“Youhavebeen a good boy,” I tell him. “Very good.”
“Can I have a new bike, then?” he asks. “I’ll ride it all the time, I promise.”
I glance at his mum, and she gives the tiniest nod.
“We’ll see, young man. I do have a lot of bikes I hand out to good children. Let’s see what I deliver to you on Christmas Eve.”
He wraps an arm around my shoulder for the photo, and skips on out with asee you laterand a high five.
I’ve always dreamed of having a daughter, but I’d love a son like him, too.
I need to stop dreaming and focus on my task at hand and nothing more, but Tiffany is so close to the front of the queue that I keep catching sight of her. I can hear her laughing and joking when the door is open between visitors. It’s addictive.
It’s only a few short weeks until the New Year will be upon us, and the question of what happens next is hanging like a sword I don’t want to have to face. I’m a strong man, but the thought of Tiffany turning away from me would buckle my legs from under me.
Still, I’d put her needs before my own. Always.
I’m exhausted when the grotto winds down for a late lunch. I must have seen about fifty children walk through the door by now, but Tiffany’s joy-filled face is by far the greatest thing that appears to greet me. Evelyn and Jen have closed the queue, and Toby has shot out of the grotto for a break from photography, already glued to his phone when he left with acatch you in a bit.
“Hey, Santa.” Tiffany shuts the door behind her. “Lynn and Jen have gone to get a sandwich and do a bit of Christmas shopping. I thought I’d hang around, take a later lunch.”
She sits down on my lap like she did the very first time we locked eyes, but this time there is no simmering chemistry that hangs unfulfilled. I pull my beard down and go for her, and she twists to kiss me back, both of us frantic as I grope at her tits through her elf dress.
“There’s only one thing I want for lunch,” she says and grinds her big ass against my crotch.
The bustle of the mall is still loud all around us. The thin fake doors are unlocked as she twists herself to straddle me. My pillow belly meets her real one and she laughs.
“Think we’ll manage?”
I kiss her neck. “I’m certain of it.” I inch forward in my sleigh seat. “Can you be a quiet girl for Santa?”
“I’ll try.”
She scrambles to tug her elf tights down, and my fingers are straight to her hot cunt, sliding between her pussy lips. She’s so wet it makes my dick throb.
“I’ve been thinking about this all morning,” she tells me. “So manygood little girlson Santa’s lap. I’ve been so jealous.”
I’m tempted to tell her that I’ve been thinking of filling her up with cum and making agood little girlof our own. A little sweetheart with Tiffany’s grin. Her eyes. Her wavy hair. I want to share how badly I want to fuck her with a big baby belly. How badly I want to see her straining with contractions as our baby stretches her pussy open, both of us desperate to meet our child.
I’ve stretched Tiffany’s fleshy cunt with my fist a lot of times now, but it never loses its fascination. I’ve asked her to push down with everything she’s got, loving the way she groans as she tries to force me out of her. I’ve imagined how she’d look in childbirth. I’ve punch fucked her and made her take it so rough that she’s wailed. Tipping her head back with her legs spread, gushing her orgasm as if her waters had broken.
I manage to get my cock out of my Santa pants and she lowers herself with a grin. She could be a pelvic floor champion, because her pussy grips my dick like she’s a fucking virgin, squeezing to milk me dry.
That’s what I want. I want Tiffany’s cunt to milk me. I want to fill her up with round after round of cum, and put my baby inside her. I want to watch it grow in her swollen belly, and suck on her lactating tits to milk her. I’d love her milk in my mouth. I’d love squeezing her big tits while our baby is sleeping, and watch her nipples dribbling milk down her stomach.
I grit my teeth to stay silent in the grotto, my hands on her ass as she rises up and down.
The risk of being caught here makes me harder than ever and I know Tiffany can feel it with every buck of her hips. She speeds up, and I ease myself back in my seat as my curvy beauty bounces. Tits and belly. She braces herself on my pillow stomach and goes for it like a whore on a mission, whispering curses as she uses my cock to make her come.
It’s a silent O for her. Her face is so beautiful as she closes her eyes and rides the waves, then grimaces in the silence. And thank fuck it’s over too quickly to have her gushing.
It’s over quickly for me, too, the thought of the door opening and one of the girls walking in spurring me on. I grip her hips as I shoot Santa’s load into her hot elf cunt, imagining it spurting deep, right the way up into her fucking womb.