My Sexy Futa Santa Claus

Sneak Peek

The office bustled with activity on Christmas Eve. Laughter and chatter filled the air, along with the tantalizing scent of Christmas food that had been catered in. The same Christmas music Reese always loathed filled the air, but she didn’t mind as her eyes searched the now open expanse of the office.

She’d remained there to meet the caterer and oversee the setup of the rest of the lights, decorations, and Santa’s chair. If you asked Reese, literally everyone was far too old to honor the tradition of sitting on Santa’s lap. But her co-workers loved it, and Santa and his elf (usually Ben) were the ones who handed out the secret Santa gifts.

Reese kept an eye out for Colleen, but no one had seen her all day and Reese suspected she’d been set up. Oh well, she’d just see to things and leave a little early. Maybe go home, drink wine, and dread the next day when she had to host her family and their loud raucous in her house.

Karen arrived with her husband, and Reese blinked. What was she doing there? Colleen said she was sick with the flu. The older woman seemed in perfectly good health to Reese. Maybe she could leave early after all.

The executive manager moved towards Karen, but Ben, who power blocked her path, walked at the speed of light with a bundle of green and red in his arms.

“Reese!”

Reese struggled to force a smile on her face and resisted the urge to run away, “Hi Ben!”

“Oh, it’s so good I caught you! I’m supposed to be Santa’s elf. You know, I am every year, but this year they completely fudged up and the elf uniform is for a woman. Karen’s here, after all. This was probably her doing. The troll’s been dyin’ to usurp me. Barb is far too rotund to fit this little thing...”

Reese felt dread settle in the pit of her stomach.

“Ben. . .”

“You’re so petite. What, are you like 100 pounds soakin’ wet?” Ben continued as if he hadn’t heard her and unfurled the elf costume to hold it against her body as if sizing her by sight. “Yes, perfect!”

“No. Just no. I will not!” Reese shook her head and backed away.

“Oh, but you have to. “ Ben got a wicked glint in his green eyes. “You wouldn’t want to ruin everyone’s favorite part of the Christmas party. Colleen wouldn’t be happy.”

Reese narrowed her own eyes.

“Go on now, boss, you don’t want to keep Santa waiting.” Ben grinned triumphantly and thrust the costume into her arms. “Merry Christmas! You’ll thank me later!"

***

The emerald green tights felt like they were cutting off the circulation in her legs and Reese hated how short the skirt turned out to be. Or how low the collar was. It revealed the supple curves of her breasts. What had the costume been meant for? A porn shoot? She stared at her reflection in the mirror of her office bathroom and groaned.

Ho, ho, ho had a new meaning.

“Ben, I will literally never forgive you for this. I hope you enjoy being swamped in production reports for the next few months,” she mumbled to herself.

It was the only thing that made her feel better and she returned to the main office floor where even more of her co-workers were arriving. Some of them complimented her. Others whistled.

God, this was embarrassing. She huffed and took her place next to Santa’s chair. And just in time. Santa made his way towards her and stopped short. The steely eyes looked familiar, but Reese was too busy self consciously tugging her collar up as Santa literally checked her out. He may as well have been undressing her with his eyes and Reese blushed crimson before making a note to file a complaint with HR, so he’d never be hired again.

“Ho, ho, ho!” he declared jubilantly and finally took his seat. Much to Reese’s horror, the flame of desire kindled between her thighs and she clenched them tightly as her co-workers lined up for the tradition. Some prepared their phones for taking photos and Reese groaned. There’d be photographic evidence of her shame.

She didn’t even have time to panic as Barb made her way down the aisle.

Eventually, Reese found a flow. She dug around the big red sack until she found the present for whomever was sitting on or beside Santa. She moved on autopilot, ignoring the furtive glances from pervy Santa and wondered what the hell was wrong with her?

Was she so pent up and sexually frustrated that being near someone equally horny was making her desperate? That had to be it. Or maybe it was the slutty elf outfit. It could have also been the couple of shots she had to get through the night. No matter the reason, she had to get away from pervy Santa and maybe rub one out in her office before leaving because she wasn’t sure she could make the drive home as aroused as she was.

“You’ve been such a wonderful helper, little elf. Don’t you have a Christmas request for me?” Santa distracted her from her thoughts and Reese realized everyone was staring at her, bright eyed and eager.

“I — no. Thank you.”

“Oh go on, Reese! Sit with Santa!” Mary was already preparing her phone.

“Yeah, Reese, go on!” Ben called, and she glared at him.

Just a moment, maybe on Santa’s knee for a photo so everyone wouldn’t tease her mercilessly, and then she was done.

“Come on,” Santa beckoned and Reese sighed before stepping around Santa’s red velvet clad legs to lower delicately on his knee. It surprised her when she felt powerful arms surround her waist and Santa pulled her fully onto his lap.

Right atop a massive erection.

A sharp gasp fell from her lips and for a moment, she couldn’t breathe as Santa’s lips brushed against her ears.

“Tell Santa if you’ve been naughty or nice this year...”

Reese was losing her mind. Arousal lanced hotly as the voice filling her senses seemed to transform to Colleen’s. She grew impossibly wetter and her skin felt flush.

“I. . .”

The world and everyone around them seemed to fade as the strange Santa’s hand slid down her back to gently cup her ass. She wanted to grind against the hard bulge just to relieve the tension that swelled in her core where there arose a pounding need so overwhelming it became too much.

“This is grossly inappropriate, and I don’t think.. “She began.

“Naughty. Definitely naughty. I think I know what you’d like for Christmas.” Santa husked.

“Okay, that is enough!” Reese blurted, and she quickly disentangled herself from Santa’s arms. “You can finish up here and then leave. For the record, this is your last Christmas gig for this office.”

Santa smiled. Literally smiled. A wicked curve of upturned lips that was so familiar all Reese could do was blink. The eyes. That smile. Only one person had either.

Reese’s cheeks turned rosy with the blush of her embarrassment and the brunette turned on her heel to flee to her office.

Of course. Reese realized she should have known all along. She only ever got that way around one person.

Santa wasn’t a stranger at all...

Reese had been sitting on Colleen Strong’s lap.