Lycra Santa Baby
story by Anonymous
They didn’t need to advertise the job for Santa’s
helper. I already offered my services. In the department store where I worked
they had decided to open a Santa’s grotto for shoppers and their kids. The
duties were easy, the hours were around the same, as was the pay . I figured that
they could get some casual in to fill my place. Since I was fairly popular and
I could provide my own costume, a skintight green catsuit, my copper wig and boots,
my supervisor went for it. I must admit that my main motivation was that I would
be paid to wear a skintight costume, and hopefully get a few curious glances at
my ass and body in the shimmery material!
The 'Santa' for the job was some
retired security guard called Brendan who used to work at our store, who a few
times I served pantyhose to in the pretext that they were for his wife. In fact
on one visit when I asked his wife if she like her control top tan pantyhose that
her husband got her but she had no recollection of receiving them. Maybe she didn’t
remember but I always remembered guys who bought pantyhose, and these were large
size, and his wife must have been small to medium. One night I stroked my shiny
black pantyhosed crotch as I thought about how Brendan looked in his. Sometimes
I would stash large sized shiny pantyhose away and give them to him and say that
he could have them for his wife as they had been returned but were none refundable
and we couldn’t sell em. ‘Have they been worn?’ ‘Maybe one
or twice but I’ve checked them and there’s no plucks or runs or anything.’
‘Great, I’ll take them. Thanks.’ ‘Hope you wife enjoys them.’
‘I’m sure she will.’ On my first day Brendan was in the grotto
in most of his costume except for the beard. He noticed the shimmering green material
of my unitard covering my legs under my jacket. He smiled and we shook hands.
‘Are you my sexy helper?’ I let the jacket slid off my back giving him
a full view of my body hugging catsuit, then dived into my bag, giving him one
of so many views of my arse in the tight material, and put my wig on. ‘I
think I can get used to this,’ he smiled, his eyes fixed on my body, especially
my crotch. ‘ I know you don’t I…’ ‘Yes, you bought pantyhose
from me.’ ‘Did I? Must have been for my wife.’ ‘That’s
what you said.’ ‘You think you can get me some more…you know…freebies?’
‘You’ll have to be a good Santa…’ The day went along fine.
What makes it fun is the occasional mums or dads perving on my bum as I bent over
to get a present or something, which I always seemed to be doing. But I knew what
I wanted and had set my sights on, and he was currently in his Santa costume.
As we finished for the day he complained about how he felt a bit chilly on the
legs. I mentioned that he could wear some pantyhose under his costume. It’s
what I would do. ‘I could,’ he said, ‘but I don’t know…if
someone notices it could be tricky.’ ‘Tell you what I have a pair of
shimmery cream pantyhose, that I sometimes wear at home for dancing or just lounging
around…you could wear them, they haven’t been washed for a few days
but they would go with your cossie and if anyone noticed, then it wouldn’t
matter because of the colour. After all I couldn’t get away with this costume
in public unless it was Halloween or I was attending a dance rehearsal or something.’
‘Would you do that for me?’ ‘Absolutely. I’m just worried
that they might be a bit too tight.’ ‘That’s OK.’ ‘Then
it’s a deal, then!’ Without taking my wig off, I put my jacket over
my costume, and gave him a cheeky little wave as I wiggled my butt and said ‘Till
tomorrow then!’
That night when I got home I changed into a pair
of black panties under my 30 denier shimmery skintight cinnamon tights and rubbed
myself off as I imaged what Brendan’s cock and ass would look like in the
cream pantyhose. When I came I called out his name. The next day as I placed the
tights on his chair I sensed someone in the doorway to the grotto, with a clear
view of my ass in the tight material as I was bent over. ‘Is that you Santa,
checking out my ass again?’ I giggled. Brendan laughed as I turned around
and beamed at him. ‘You got the tights!’ he said. ‘I’ll go
and get changed.’ ‘Change here. I can hide my eyes if you’re shy.’
‘That won’t be necessary,’ he said as he felt the soft material
in his hands. It seemed to be a struggle at first as he pulled the tights over
his big red y-fronts, adding an extra shine to his ass, making it more defined
and shapely. How I didn’t get an erection then or get down there and spread
my legs before him to rub my lycra crotch off I’ll never know. I noticed
that he couldn’t stop smoothing himself though. As the day went on he complained
that although they felt good, the tights were too tight for him. ‘It’s
probably because of your underwear. You should take the tights home and wear them
without your pants…they’ll feel much better trust me.’
The
day generally went well. My supervisor said that demand was very high and they
were making so much money. Although she liked the subtle drag look of my act,
especially the wig, boots and lipstick she was concerned that my costume in one
department didn’t leave much to the imagination. She suggested if I could
wear something underneath or perhaps a skirt or a tabard to cover my waist. We
then opted for a slinky red mini dress with a white furry hem, over my green Lycra
unitard. I tried one on. It was so short, and if I bent over you could see my
ass, but she wasn’t worried so much about that. She smiled and said that
she’d noticed more men staring at me then the women. ‘I can live with
that,’ I smiled.
... The weeks passed quickly.
During
that time me and Brendan got on well with each other. We used to stay behind and
drink wine and talk. He said he liked my sense of humour. He told me that he liked
the cream pantyhose without any underwear, they felt more comfortable. On the
last evening, Christmas eve, when we got rid of the last of the customers and
I put the ‘closed for christmas’ sign outside the grotto, I slipped
out of my slinky dress and collapsed onto some cushions with a red wine. My green
unitard was pristine and glimmering in the light as I crossed my legs and said,
‘Ooh, I’m glad they’ve all gone.’ I made sure I had washed
my unitard. Brendan pulled his beard off and poured himself some wine that had
been left for us. I then started to tug at the hem of his Santa pants. ‘What
are you doing?’ ‘Even Santa needs to let is hair…or his pants down
I should say.’ ‘But I’ve-‘ ‘Don’t worry, I won’t
tell anyone you’ve been wearing my pantyhose. Come on, relax!’I giggled.
Brendan took off his braces and let his trousers fall and was now just in the
cream pantyhose, white shirt and red waistcoat. ‘Ooh sexy Santa,’ I
giggled. ‘I think you’ve been at the wine all day.’ I took out
some make up and my mirror and applied at least two layers of red lipstick on,
and a hint of gloss. ‘Don’t you normally remove it at this time.’
‘Not tonight, my work isn’t yet complete.’ Inside I was burning,
aching for his hard cock. I wanted it in my mouth, up my ass. Brendan settled
into his chair, trying to ignore my teasing him and little sissy giggles, with
his legs crossed to hide his crotch.
I then put on a CD of the track ‘Santa
Baby’ while I grabbed some mistletoe and stood up with one hand on my hip
and the other hand holding out the mistletoe. I could sense that he was a bit
nervous as he looked at me, but also, there was a sense of anticipation in the
air, all those weeks of tension that had to come out. It wasn’t enough that
I only called out his name at night while I was at home, piping my hot spunk into
my leotard or tights. I walked slowly, sexily over to him. Brendan was grinning
by now. I placed myself on his lap. He had opened his legs and I could feel his
silky cock growing and sliding on the Lycra material that was stretched tightly
across my ass. Half facing him, I held the mistletoe over his head with my hand,
leant in and I gave him a delicate peck on his cheek. I looked into his eyes and
we smiled. His cock by now was practically bulging out of his pantyhose, I could
feel it pressing against one of my Lycra buttocks. I shifted my buttock to one
side so I could feel his prick pushing against my Lycra encased asshole. ‘Merry
Christmas, Santa,’ I whispered as I slowly gave him a peck on the lips. The
‘Santa Baby’ track was still playing. Brendan opened his mouth to speak,
I pressed my fingertip against his mouth to shush him, and whispered in his ear,
‘Call me Polly from now on.’ ‘Oh Polly,’ he said. We then
kissed passionately, with more intent, deeply, open mouthed, his hands smoothing
the tight shiny Lycra stretched against my ass, right until the song stopped.
‘I’ve wanted to do that for a long time…ever since I first saw
you,’ he said. ‘And more I hope?’ I gently got to my feet, bent
over to put the CD on again and played the track again as I beckoned him to join
me by the tiny tree as I had a gift for him.
When he unravelled all the
wrapping paper there was a bundle of pantyhose, with a little bow tied around.
He kissed me again. I smiled and said that they belonged to me and some of them
were probably used… ‘I thought of you when I used them,’ I revealed.
‘Every fucking night.’ ‘There must be thirty pairs here!’
‘And they’re all for you…they might be tight but I think you like
that…you can wear them, stuff them down your tights, sniff them, pour them
over your chest, pull them over you head, whatever you want…They’re
yours to think of our time together! Fuck, Brendan, I’ve wanted this for
so long. Read the note.’ Brendan read the attached note which said, ‘I’ve
always had a feeling that the ‘tights’ you bought your ‘wife’
were for you. I always gave you the free tights knowing that you’d be wearing
them. Think of me the next time you pull pantyhose over your legs, cock and ass.
I’ve rubbed myself off in these tights in your honour and on Christmas day
I want you to stuff a few pairs inside those creamy ballet tights I let you wear
and pipe your own brandy sauce all over them! Love Pollyxx’ ‘Oh Polly,
thank you…I’ve never been with…’ ‘A sissy before?’
‘Well…’ ‘Oh Santa I want your hard cock…encased in tights…I
want you to sit on your face…I want you to sniff my tight and sweaty lycra
asshole…I know you’ve been watching me. I’ve been wiggling my ass
and bending over on purpose just for your ey-‘ Brendan cut me off with a
deep kiss. ‘Tell me what you’ve been thinking,’ I said. ‘You
really wanna know?’ ‘You better believe it!’ ‘Well I kinda
thought that it would feel real good to push my cock up your ass through your
tight costume and spray it full of come. I’ve thought of nothing else for
weeks!’ ‘Yeah,’ I nodded, stroking my crotch. ‘I worship your
ass, I used to look up that red silky skirt your wore and see the shine and curves
of your tight ass in that catsuit and wish I could fuck it hard…then I’d
go home and play with myself in my pantyhose…and sniff an old pair and imagine
that you were on my face or something until I drenched my hose!’ ‘Ooh,
Santa, you naughty thing…you naughty, naughty man!’
I grabbed
the pile of pantyhose and said, ‘You like these, huh? You fucking like these?’
‘Yeah Polly I do…I do Polly.’ ‘Then take them, take them.’
With that I stuffed them down the back of his cream tights, so they were practically
bulging out. ‘Now stand up and wiggle your ass for me, Santa, I wanna see
that big soft bulge wiggle!’ ‘Like this, ‘ he said as he wiggled
his ass. ‘You like it when I wiggle?’ ‘I sure do, honey…Carry
on, wiggle them in my face, rub your ass in my face, I wanna feel that soft bulge
stroke my face!’ ‘Yeah, Polly it feels naughty. Can you feel it? How
does it look?’ ‘Oh it feels good and looks so dirty…Ooh, dirty
Santa!’ ‘Yeah, you like it, huh? You like that?’ ‘Turn around,
I wanna see your cock!’ Santa turned around. ‘Omigod, the bulge in the
front of your tights as just as big as the bulge at the back…but so fucking
hard…’ I stood up and clenched my fists around his bulging seat, pressed
our encased cocks together and kissed him madly. His hands were roaming around
the smooth surface of my ass again. ‘Finger my ass, Santa, please finger
it.’ As we kissed Brendan fingered my asshole through my lycra. I was surprised
at how far he got it in. It gave me an idea for later. ‘You finger fuck me
good! Yeah!’ ‘If only all those parents knew what we were getting up
to right now!’ After a few minutes of this I squatted down and pressed my
nose under his balls and sniffed him deeply while I looked up at him with wide
eyed worship. I sniffed him through the cream material so deep and loud, and closed
my eyes to take in his aroma. I pulled away, grinned at him, patted his ass, and
told him to lie down. ‘I want to sit on your face,’ I announced. ‘But
before that I want to lie on top of you and grind our cocks together!’ The
fun carried on as we faced each other and ground our glimmering cocks together.
We moaned and groaned in ecstasy. ‘Can you feel it, Santa…my hard cock
against yours, can you hear the swish?’ ‘Oh Polly, I’ve never felt
this good before. I fucking love it!’
I my glosy tight green unitard and him in my white ballet tights, stuffed at the
back with thirty pairs of pantyhose, we dry humped for ages, my beaming face looking
down on him, our hard cocks rubbing off against each other and our passion having
a intense purpose. We then got into a 69 position and licked and sucked each others
cock and asshole through our glimmering material. ‘Sniff my ass, Santa, pleasssee,
sniff it hard!’ Santa was steps ahead of me. The pressure of his nose against
my asshole and the sensation of his hot breath made my tingle and contract in
pleasure. ‘Oooh, ooh, that feels so good!’ Meanwhile my head was under
the waistband of his cream tights sucking his big hard cock good and deep. I’d
take a few deep naked sucks in my mouth, then pull his hose back over his prick
and lick the length of his shaft to tease him more. Our groans were quite considerable
and loud by now. I then climbed off him, told him to stand up and squatted down,
with my knees bent and legs parted and sucked him through his hose as I fingered
my ass through my lycra. Boy, this was great. I looked up at him as I did it,
smiling with his hosed prick bulging in my mouth, tasting his precum, torn between
wanting his come filtered through his hose down the back of my throat or in my
ass or over my ass. Choices, choices. ‘I bet if this cock could talk it would
have so much to say,’ I huffed. ‘It would say that me and my brother
in law have been fucking in that pantyhose that I bought, three times a week for
twenty five years while our wives have been downstairs. His asshole seems to have
been created for my cock.’ ‘You dirty fucking shit! I yelled. ‘I
want it in me, up my ass, now! I won’t even remove my costume…it’s
so tight, your cock is so hard…my ass practically self-lubricated that I
could take it now!’ I bent over the chair with my hands on its arms, and
stuck my ass out, very much like the time he had seen me placing the tights on
the seat for him. I looked over my shoulder, smiled and said. ‘Fuck me Brendan…fuck
me into next year!’
Brendan grinned, slid down his tights partially,
whipped out his big fucking, experienced cock, and pushed it against my encased
asshole. It took quite a thrust before it went in, but in it went. ‘It’s
so tight,’ he grunted. ‘The tighter, the better.’ Within a few
strokes we hit a rhythm. ‘Yeah, Brendan, talk to me with your cock, talk
to me! Harder!’ I pushed out my ass to meet each thrust. ‘Take it, you
dirty slut, Polly, take it! You fucking sissy!’ ‘Yeah, Brendan, do it…shag
me!’ ‘Merry fucking Christmas Polly! Harder and harder he slammed his
prick into me. His hard prick really stretched the thin layer of lycra against
my asshole, as he pumped me in and out, faster and faster. My ‘ooh’s
and his grunts must have been heard all over the building by now. ‘I’m
so proud of this, Brendan, so proud of myself…’ ‘You really are
as well you depraved fucking sissy…I’ll fuck some more pride into you!’
‘Please cream all over me, please Brendan…it’s what we both want!’
‘I think I am going to cream.’ ‘Let me turn around, I want to sit
in your chair, and dangle my legs over the arms, stick my ass towards the edge
of the seat…I want to look in your eyes when your come and say your name!’
‘Hurry up, Polly, because I’m so fucking close!’ ‘Yeah? I
want you to see my eyes when you come!’ He reluctantly pulled out and I repositioned
myself in his chair as I said, whilst Brendan, used the arms as grips and pushed
his damp cock back up me. ‘Put my wig on Brendan, I wanna see you in my wig…I
want to be fucked by you as a sissy…while I’m your sissy boy!’
Brendan fixed the wig on with my help. It looked a little crude but that only
turned me on more. As he pumped me harder and saw every contortion of my face,
my cock was rigid under the material against my stomach. ‘Oh yeah Brendan,
oh yeah! I fucking want this. I so fucking want this! Look at me! Merry Christmas
Brendan, Merry Christmas, Merry Christmas!!’ It was then that he filled that
little pocket of lycra covering my ass full of his love cream, before spilling
the rest of it on my mouth, my lycra chest and my lycra crotch! ‘Oh Brendan,
Brendan!’ I wailed as I exploded into my catsuit and shot some more hot cream
towards my stomach. When he eventually pulled out, more cream dribbled between
my legs and the darling used his hosed bulging ass to rub away the excess cream
on my stomach and chest. I then put my coat on that barely covered my stained
ass, Brendan put his clothes on, and we grabbed our things. As we parted outside,
he said to me, ‘Well, same time next year then!’ ‘You fucking better
believe Santa baby!’ When I got in my jerk of a boyfriend was asleep. I took
off my things, climbed into bed beside him and slept soundly with a grin on my
face, thinking about Brendon. I left my green catsuit on all the next day and
set aside a special time to play ‘Santa baby’ while I rubbed myself
stupid thinking of last night’s action.
xx by leotardlust@googlemail.com
Story posted by Anonymous
on Friday, February 01, 2008 @ 12:18:55 PST
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