I had told the group of guys I had advised when I worked at the college that "Santa is a chick magnet." As with all the other good advice, they never listened to me. So after I retired and still played Santa for the local preschool I went to one of the sororities for some elves to assist me in my holiday visit.
It went well, and by well, I mean that the parents were thrilled, most of the kids weren't scared and I didn't get peed on at all. After a few cookies and a couple of off key renditions of Christmas and Hannukah songs the three able assistants and Santa took off to return to campus in our car discreetly parked out of sight of the school. I love the looks from the other cars as we drive down the road, Santa and his elves. Classic.
I asked if they had all been good elves which got them giggling and telling a few stories on each other "Deb has been VERY good this year, or at least that is what her boyfriend says" offered one. Another chimed in "I've been just naughty enough, Santa." Ah, youth!
We pulled in by their house and I expected to just drop them off, but they invited me in to meet the rest of the chapter. It only took a little begging to get me to agree to come in. Okay, no begging at all. Once inside I found that they had planned a Christmas themed happy hour and it seemed that they had started well before we had arrived. I guess we had some catching up to do.
I sat in a chair in the middle of their living room and they all took turns sitting on my lap getting pictures with Santa. But it seemed to get a little more fun with every round of punch the girls consumed. The kisses on the cheek got longer, they wiggle on my lap a little more, the clothes a little less. Or perhaps it was my imagination.
I asked one young woman what she wanted for Christmas and she replied "Multiple orgasms, Santa!" Which set everyone laughing, and especially when I added "Tell me about it - you know Santa only comes once a year!" That seemed to break the ice a bit and the women began to confess just how bad they had been to Santa. Actually they began to tell me how bad the other women had been until a group of three brought one of the group up to me and said "Santa, we think Jaime has been the worst of all of us and deserves to be punished." At least that was what I could make out of what they said between giggles. I invited Jaime to have a seat and to tell me how naughty she had been. "Well Santa," she began, and then she whispered in my ear "It's not that I have been bad, it is more how bad I would like to be. With you." She turned and looked at her three friends and smiled, and they doubled over in hysterics.
"I could put coal in your stocking, but perhaps I should turn you over my knee for that" I offered, at which she turned and said "If you must Santa." and stood up and then bent over my knees. I had the complete attention of the room as I raised my hand and aimed for her bottom on my knee. A light smack on her drew cheers, but she turned and said "You can do better than that Santa, I have been naughty!" Another smack brought more cheers, but again she looked and said "I could barely feel that."
One of her friends came forth and suggested that perhaps it we removed her tights she might get a better spanking and lowered her friends pants exposing her base ass on my lap. Cute, round and firm, her bare ass was exposed before me and the slap of hand to flesh was clearly louder. A slight red imprint of my hand remained on her cheek. And another smack was greeted with cheers as the young woman wiggled on my lap. At this rate, Santa might just come more than once this year!
A few more spanks and we determined that she had atoned for her naughty behavior, but the party had begun in earnest. She pulled her tights up and gave me a kiss and moved on to the bar, but another young woman approached and invited me into the next room "I'd like to ask you something." was all she said as she took my hand and led me into a side room.
Once in the other room I noticed four other women, two who had been my elves. All were seated on the floor and giggling a bit as they sipped their drinks. The glow in their cheeks wasn't only from the weather. My escort turned and began to speak "Santa, we wondered if you would be interested in a game. We like to call this one 'Santa Roulette'." At that all the girls giggled more and shifted a bit on the floor. I must have looked a little confused, even behind that white beard because she continued "What that means is that each of us takes a 30 second turn at , um, "stimulating" you until you, well, cum." I did the math quickly and hoped I could last more than one two and a half minute round. I heard someone say "Ho, ho, ho - that certainly sounds like Santa is the winner." and realized it was me.