Be Like Santa

Be Like Santa

“Blue pill or the red pill? Fuck, I can’t keep this up year after year. I feel like Morpheus and need to hand this shit off to Neo.” Santa expressed as he packed his bag for his long night. Santa has earned and lived up to his name for years. (S.A.N.T.A - Sexually Attractive Negro Tentatively Aroused).

Santa stood about five foot nine inches. He was an older gentleman in his mid fifties. He was fit for his age. He wasn’t muscular, but you could see the trails of his youthful workouts. His body was solid but with a hint of a rehab Dad-Bod. “Honey, are you all packed up for the night out?” One of his little elves asks as she cuddled up in the bed covering her nudity.

She met Santa while he was on his Christmas Eve runs about three years ago. “This shit not getting old to you Clause?” Santa asked as he looked over to her watching her smile fade. “We been in and out of people houses the past couple years. We have taken on more stops this year than we have in any other years.” Clause has been Santa mate over the past three Christmas. The request for couples and other strange things have been at a all time high.

She hopped out the bed exposing her nude body, she meshed her clothe less body against the back of his manly skin. She wrapped her arms under his arm pits and gripped the top of his shoulders while pressing her face against his back. “”Hun, just think about all the money that will collected tonight. This one night is worth it. All the new people you will meet, all the gifts and the experiences. Oh the experiences.” She said as she played scenes from the previous year. Clause stood about five foot two inches, dirty blonde naturally curly hair and she could pass as a light skinned black girl or a well tanned white chick. She was a former stripper that fell off the pole and broke her leg. After she recovered she had a fear to dance in the club. She still enjoys entertaining others, so meeting Santa after responding to his ‘What Does The Lonely Do at Xmas’ she knew this was something she was interested in doing.

She rides the sleigh with Santa each year along with two others (Sugarplum Mary and Pepper Minstix) that fills those special request that Santa along can’t or won’t provide. Sugarplum Mary was a natural white chick with long stringy brunette hair. She stood five foot five inches before her Elf Heels. She looked very frail, but she weighed in as a Heavy Weight Champ when it was performance time. Pepper Minstix lived up to his name. He was sweet with stripes, but would spin it any way the customer would prefer.

“In the next few hours we need to be heading out, the sun is going down.” Santa yelled across the house making sure he was heard by everyone.

“I have been waiting since last year for this moment to come.” Minstix stated in an excited tone as he made his way to the room. “Oh, I need to see the final Naughty and Nice List. I hope that one couple is on the list.” Santa looked at him with a slight face of discuss. That couple almost got Santa and his elves off course from completing their rounds last year.

“Minstix, you just make sure you have the proper toys when it’s your time to play. No repeats of last year. It took you months to rid that ail you had in you. One night of pleasure is not worth a life time of pain.” Santa said as he exits the room.

Giggles bounced off the wall from the other side of the room. “The fuck you giggling at Mrs. Ho Ho Hoe. You want me to tell Santa about night you say you had “too much Egg-Nog”!” The giggling stopped from Clause immediately. “Oh cat got your tongue now. You had plenty of words when you let the guy dressed like Rudolf and his group of Reindeers fill all your Ho, hoe, holes.” Her face drooped as she looked away in shame. “Don’t close your mouth now; you should have been closing it that night.” Minstix said as he turned to exit the room.

“Everyone all set, we’re heading out the door in 15 minutes.” Santa expressed.

“I’m ready, as usual.” Minstix Chanted as he strutted towards the door with his bags.

“I made need about sixteen or seventeen minutes, y’all know I’m such a lady.” Clause said as she stood in the mirror doing last minute touchups.

“Anybody seen Sugarplum?” Santa asked.

“You know she will do anything for that Sugar. She will easily give away her plum.” Minstix said with laughter under his breath.

“What would you know about her plum, the only time you even see plums are when we’re doing these runs.” Clause shouted from the bathroom.

“Ho, Hoe, Holesssssssss!” Minstix said to silence Clause, once again.

Sugarplum was a different from the rest of the crew. She had no limitations. There was almost nothing she would do. He limits were limitless. There were pros and cons with her. She fulfilled the exceptional strange request that paid handsomely more than the others and she never asked for an addition for doing them. With that, she would experiment with anything.

“She left earlier when you and Clause were back there HO-HO-Hoeing. I think she heard y’all and got stimulated. She said she was going to the bar to have a few before the night.” Minstix said.

“So Minstix, you just left her leave?” Santa asked with Anger.

“That’s a grown fucking lady, and you need to watch your mouth unless you planning on letting me put something in it.”

Santa just raised his hands and headed towards the door. “I’m heading to the bar to see if I could find her. “Santa stated as he walked out the house.

Santa walked in the door of the bar and there was a line. The line was in an unusual spot. There was a line of guys waiting to get behind the bar. “No cutting the line sir. You gone have to wait your turn like the rest of us.” An anxious guy mentioned as he held his arm out to block the path of Santa.

“Oh no, I’m here looking for the white gir…” Santa sentence was cut short.

“Yes, we know we are all here in line for the white girl that’s doing the lines of the white girl. Now wait your turn.” Another eager guy replied.

Santa stepped out the line and took the long way to the bar. As he got closer to the other end he could see Sugarplum doing lines off the bar, but she was on the bartending side and it looked like she was stoop over. He stepped up to peep over the bar and she saw a guy bare dick plugging her anal. “This Chic” he said aloud for only him to hear. As he looked a little closer he saw there was another guy laying adjacent to the anal plugging guy, but under SugarPlum. “So she riding this guy dick and letting the other guy fuck her in the ass?” He said aloud once again for him to hear. “But I know this guy nuts have to be touching the other guys…?” He stopped his sentence in thought of the visual of what may be taking place underneath. “Plum, Plum. WTF you doing?” He shouted in a soft harsh voice.

She looked saw Santa and flinched. “Hey Santa, I was just getting fluffed and ready for our night out.” She said in a voice that didn’t express a concern of her doings.

“It’s go time and show time.” He softly yelled in a harshly. “You got a double penetration going on and we down there waiting on you. You doing lines of coke, while you got a line of dick waiting to stretch your insides. What the fuck Plum?”

She stood up and started yelling. “Off of me, everybody get the fuck off of me. Leave me along.” She leaned over to Santa with the bottom part of her clothing missing. “I’m sorry Santa, how can I make this up to you? What is it that I need to do? Tell Santa Tell me?”

At that moment Santa realized he was not the favor person in the bar.