A Mall Santa's Calling

I took a drag from my cigarette. The winter night was chill as the show fell. You could barely see ten feet through the storm. I was still wearing my red suit after my shift in the mall a few blocks away. My fake beard was collecting snow. I hated that I was forty and the best job I could get was being a mall Santa, but I needed the money desperately.

I blew the smoke out, letting it join the blizzard. I could barely hear anything over the roar of the winds. This storm had been hitting the city hard. A blizzard, the likes of which we had never seen before.

"You okay buddy?" A deep voice said from behind me. I quickly tossed away my cigarette, hoping he wouldn't notice. It was illegal to smoke at bus stops in this neighborhood. I pulled my fake beard before I turned back. 

"Ho ho ho! I'm perfectly fine my friend!" I said, hoping the man would be amused enough to forget the cigarette if he did see it.

The man, not to my surprise, was a police officer. His bulky winter uniform and hat were doing a shockingly good job at keeping the snow off him. His grey beard however wasn't fairing much better than the fake one I had on. But the first thing I noticed before as I looked up at him was the big bulge in his pants. He was smiling though, his bright teeth showing against the blizzard.

"You shouldn't be smoking. Those things are bad for you." He said, his face serious. I could tell he was trying to sound like he cared.

"I know, I know. It's just a tough time right now." I said, trying to look as remorseful as possible. I didn't need him getting on my case. I knew what was coming.

"I'll let it slide this once." He said, smiling again. "You do realize the bus lines are all down right? No one is getting in or out tonight."

I sighed, looking around me. The blizzard was making it impossible to see anything. I knew no one would be coming to help.

"I do now... Thank you sir. I'll get out of your hair." I said, grabbing my duffle bag from the ground.

"I could drive ya! If you want." The cop offered. I froze. The idea of being alone in a car with a cop during a blizzard didn't exactly appeal to me. But I didn't have a choice.

"You'd do that? For free? Thank you so much sir!" I said, forcing myself to be polite.

"Who said free?" He said, smiling again, this time something sinister his behind his sweet eyes. He walked over to me, closing the space between us.

I could smell him from there. I didn't realize how badly he needed a shower. He smelled awful, like a dirty gym sock. His clothes looked old and worn too. He must have been out on patrol all day.

"I'm afraid I don't have much on me sir. Maybe fifty bucks." I said, reaching for my wallet.

"I don't want money bud." He said. His voice had turned into something darker. Something that made me shiver.

"W-what?!" I asked. 

"Just lean on the lamppost a minute, I'll do the rest." He said, pointing to the lamp just behind me. I looked over.

"What are you-" he cut me off before I could ask.

"Do you want a ride home? Or are you gonna walk?" He asked, his tone was cold, angry.

I swallowed, not wanting to believe what was happening. What he wanted. But I didn't have a choice, did I? I was miles from home. In the middle of the night. In a blizzard.

I sighed. "Alright. Whatever." I said, turning to lean against the post. I heard him chuckle, a low guttural sound.

"Oh yeah, this is gonna be good. Stay still, and this will be over soon." He said, his hands reaching down towards his belt.

I could hear his pants unzip behind me. Then I felt his rough hand pulling down on my pants, exposing my ass to the harsh winter winds.

"That's a fat one you got there." He said, chuckling again. "It's a good thing the storm is covering the noise. I might just have a lot of fun with you."

He was still laughing as his dick slapped against my ass. He grabbed it, guiding it into my hole. I bit my tongue, refusing to scream as his thick rod split me open.

"You're tighter than my wife bud! Don't worry, I'll loosen you up. You're gonna have to take all of me though."

His fat cock stretched my tight hole. I could feel it deep inside me. He was so much bigger than the guys I normally had. He was probably at least ten inches. I tried to focus on anything but the pain.

"There we go. Just a little more." He said.

I felt his cockhead hit something deep inside me. His entire shaft was now buried in my ass. I heard footsteps. I turned, and saw that a couple was walking down the street. I felt horrible. They would see me bent over, my ass wide open, getting fucked by some cop. They would probably be disgusted by me.

As they came into full view, they were laughing, until the woman saw me. She gasped, stopping the man she was with. He face was horrified.

"Don't worry miss, just punishing a felon." The cop said, winking. The man smiled, looking over to his woman. She shook her head, her eyes glued to me.

I could see the bulge in the man's pants, getting larger by the second. She finally looked away in, grabbing her boyfriends hand and moving along. But her boyfriend wasn't in as much of a hurry.

"Glad to see our city's finest are working hard." He giving the cop a congratulatory slap on the ass.

I could feel the cop's cock harden at the man's words. I groaned as his fat prick expanded inside my tight hole. The man just smiled, following his girlfriend along the road.

"Good job taking my dick, you're a natural cockslut." The cop said, spitting on his cock as he began to pull it out.

I was surprised when his spit was enough to make his cock slide out easier. The cold air nipped at my hole, but his warm saliva was enough to keep me warm. He didn't give me long before he slammed his dick back into me, balls deep.

"Fuck!" I screamed, as his cockhead slammed into my prostate. I couldn't stop myself. It hurt so bad, but it felt so fucking good.

"Ha! Just messing with ya bud! Let's get you home. Where ya live?" He asked, slowly dragging his cock back and forth.

"The apartment complex a few miles away. Right across from the park." I said, his cock sliding easily in and out of my hole.

"I know the place, let's get going then, bud." He said, pulling his cock out of me, and then slapped my ass.

He turned, heading back to his car. His huge erection was still rock hard, the cold wind was doing nothing to calm him.

I followed him, pulling up my pants, the cold wind stinging my bare ass. His car was a new police cruiser. He unlocked it and I hopped in the passenger side.

"Off we go Santa." He said, winking at me.

He turned on the radio, it was the song Santa Baby, but a guy was singing. I could tell the cop was trying to suppress a laugh.

"Hey, if you're gonna fuck a guy dressed as Santa, this song is pretty appropriate." I said. He smiled at me.

"You're right about that, bud. So what present are you stuff down my chimney? Haha." He said, laughing at his own joke.

"Nothing much, I'm a bit broke." I said. He smiled at me, pulling off his gloves.

"What's a guy got to do to get some love around here?" He said, grabby the back of my neck and pulling my face down.

"Wait!" I screamed. But it was too late. My face was shoved into his crotch, the taste of his drying cum was filling my mouth.

"Come on, I wanna see those lips work." He said, pushing my face harder.

I gave in, sucking his cockhead. My mouth was filled with the foul taste of his cum. He bobbed my head up and down on his dick, his hand forcing my mouth to the base.

"God you're a slut. Bet the only person who love cock more than you is my wife." He said, his voice dark.

I didn't have a choice but to suck his filthy cock. His sweaty skin and the stench of his dried up jizz was overwhelming. My jaw hurt as he forced me to the base.

"We're here. Get ready for the best part bud." He said, smiling at me.

As I looked up, my stomach dropped. We weren't outside my apartment, we were in a large garage full of police cruisers.

"What's going on? This isn't where I live." I said, my voice shaking.

"No, it isn't. This is my favorite part of the day." He said, opening his car door. As he stood he stuffed his cock into his pants, but he forgot to zip it up.

"Get out, cocksucker. Time for the real fun to begin." He said, his tone was cold, cruel.

"You were never going to bring me home, were you? You just wanted to use me, didn't you?" I said, tears welling in my eyes.

"Just get moving, bud." He said. His hand had moved to his belt. "Don't make me cuff you."

I sighed. Getting out of the car. He walked me into the jail processing room. The smell was overwhelming, a mixture of smoke and sweat. There was a desk with a fat cop sitting at it. He was staring at the wall, his hand pumping his cock.

"Fuck... A Santa? Damn good catch Bill!" He said, his eyes roaming my body.

"Thanks, this one is gonna be a keeper, he's got a fat ass and the sweetest lips. He's a cocksucking pro." Bill said, patting me on the back.

"He's not going anywhere, at least not without a few presents down his throat." The cop at the desk said, smiling at me.

"Oh, he won't mind. He's a natural. And a great fuck. He can handle both of us, right bud?" Bill said, slapping me on the ass again.

"You know what? A night of cock sucking is still better than getting paid minimum wage at the mall. I'm all yours." I said, shrugging.

Bill and the other cop laughed. I didn't know why I was playing along, but I was turned on by the idea of getting fucked. And they were a lot bigger than the last guys who fucked me.

"Well, you heard him! Get going Bill, print him and get him and toss get him to the locker room. The party is starting. I'll be there in a bit." The fat cop said, his eyes not leaving my face.

"Alright, see ya then. Come on Santa." Bill said, slapping my ass and leading me away.

He printed my fingerprints, the ink sticking to my skin.

"Now, don't you dare take off that beard." He said, rolling my fingers onto the paper. "The guys will love that. Makes the whole thing more authentic."

I chuckled. He was right. I did look good. And being the only Santa in a group of cops was bound to make them love me.

He lead me into a room with lockers lining the walls, the smell of sex hit my nose like a truck. It was obvious what this place was. A fucking den for cops. The cops were all wearing their hats, and some had utility belts with their badges pind on, with holsters clearly empty, but nothing else.

The prisoners on the other hand were all naked, their faces pressed into the lockers. They all had big dicks, and most had cuffs wrapped around their wrists. One particularly rough looking man was on his back on top of a bench with his arms cuffed below the bench, and a cop was straddling his big cock.

Bill started undoing his pants. "Rules. One, don't try to escape, obviously. Two, if a cop tells you to do something, you do it. Thee, you can fuck the other prisoners, but remember that the ones restrained are so for a reason. Have fun!" He said, pulling his pants down, letting his huge cock flop out.

He walked over to the other side of the room, his dick swaying with his steps.

I walked past everyone looking around. The locker room was actually really large as there were a ton of small locker areas surrounding the showers. There were definitely more prisoners than cops, but most were cuffed in a way that kept them from doing much other than the cops play things.

"Oh my God, the real Santa?" A cop said, sarcastic as he saw me.

"Ho ho ho! In the flesh!" I replied, chuckling.

"Ha! Someone knows his assignment! You're a keeper." He said, slapping my ass. He was large and burly, and had no beard, but still looked very masculine. 

"Just here to spread joy to all the good boys in blue!" I said, winking.

"You're so god damn cute! I need you now." He said, pulling me close and kissing me.

His tongue was forceful, and the taste of coffee and cigarettes filled my mouth. He smelled awful, but he was a strong guy.

His hands wandered, groping my ass. He found my hole and pushed a finger in.

"I'm guessing bill brought you in. Did he dress you up, or were you wearing the suit already?" He asked.

"I've been jolly old saint Nick long before Bill showed up." I said, kissing his cheek.

"Ha! You're a good boy, Santa." He said, slapping my ass and leaving me.

"Growing up I always had a crush on you." He said, before forcing his tongue back into my mouth.

I had no idea what he meant by that, but he was a good kisser. Even if the smell and taste of cigarettes was overwhelming.

"Come on, I need you in my ass." He said, pulling my pants down.

"I suppose you deserve a big present for waiting for me all this time! Merry Christmas." I said, as he turned around and leaned on a locker.

He was muscular, but he had a little bit of pudge around his middle. His ass was fat, and his cheeks were spread. He had a hairy asshole, and I was curious, so I stuck my tongue into his hole.

"Ohhh, God, just like that." He moaned.

His hole tasted good, clean and had a nice scented body wash. I could tell that he must have had a lot of sex, because his ass was loose and stretched.

"Oh god, I need you to fuck me, please Santa." He begged.

"Have you been a good boy this year? I need to hear that you've been good." I said, teasing his hole with my fingers.

"I've been so fucking good. I've worked hard all year. I've been working with charities, and donating to sick kids. I've helped old ladies cross the street. And I've been faithful to my boyfriend. ... until tonight." He said, moaning.

"Oh, that last part wasn't so nice, was it?" I asked, slapping his ass.

"No. It wasn't. But I had to. This party is mandatory for all male officers." He said.

I lined my cock up with his hole gently pressing against it. "Seeing all you done this year, I'll let it slide, if you promise me one thing." I said, teasing his ass.

"Anything, I'll do anything, just please fuck me Santa!" He pleaded.

"If your boyfriend wants a night with another man, let him do it. Okay?" I said, slapping his ass as I slowly pushed into him. "He's been a good boy too."

"OH GOD YES!" He moaned, his ass swallowing my cock.

I slammed into his prostate, and he nearly fell. But his legs held firm, his hole was squeezing me so tight.

"OH FUCK, YOU'RE BIGGER THAN MY BOYFRIEND!" He moaned.

"Good, maybe he can fit in my tight hole. You'd like that wouldn't you? Watching him fuck me? Watching him enjoy my tight ass?" I asked, slamming into him again.

"Yes, oh god yes." He moaned, as he grabbed his own cock and began jerking it.

A couple of cops passed watching me fuck him. One gave a thumbs up. "The Christmas parties here are way better than my last job." The other said, laughing.

I continued pounding the cop's hole. He was so loud, and everyone could hear his cries of pleasure.

"Oh my god, fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck." He moaned, as his ass began to clench around my cock.

"Cum for Santa. I'll give you a special gift." I said, reaching around and grabbing his dick. As I grabbed it, his ass clenched even harder, and his whole body went tense.

"Oh, Santa!" He screamed as he shot a massive load over the lockers. His asshole was spasming, clenching so tight around my dick. His emotional orgasm made my own climax hit me like a ton of bricks.

"Oh my god!" I screamed as his ass milked me. Our bodies pressed against each other as I filled his ass.

"God, that was good." He said, falling forward onto the locker, his ass still out.

"Merry Christmas. See you around, officer." I said, pulling my dick out.

He groaned, falling to the ground. "That was amazing. You've definitely earned your place on the nice list, Santa."

"In that case, I think I now deserve to do something naughty!" I said, slapping his ass as I headed out, leaving him lying on the ground, cum dripping out of his ass. It was getting hot and humid, so I decided to take off my red suit, but keep the beard and hat.

As I walked back into the main area naked, there were several cops walking around, a few had dicks out, and some were jacking each other off.

"You call that a cock? I've seen more dick on a girl!" A loud gruff voice shouted. It came from the shower room. I looked inside, it was the big gruff prisoners from earlier, they moved him and no he had his arms cuffed to a bar on the ceiling. Cops and prisoners were all around taking turns using his hole and sucking his cock. Both Bill and the fat cop from the desk were there.

"Damn, that's a fat cock." I said, watching from a distance.

Each guy took a turn and went about ten to thirty seconds before the big guy said something like, "What do you fuck with that? A mouse?" Or "You don't even know how to use that tool!" To indicate that the men were all too small or unskilled to pleasure him. It was like a game, each guy tried his best, but he never gave in. The prisoner also didn't see any of the cocks before he was used, and would only judge based on what he could feel.

A cop came up to me and started licking my nipple. "You've been a naughty Santa." He whispered, as his hands reached for my cum covered cock.

"You know it, bud. Why don't you show me how naughty I am." I said, pushing him down onto his knees.

He began sucking, licking the cum off my cock. "Damn, you're a filthy cop." I said, patting his head. "I'm gonna make sure you're on the naughty list forever."

"Good. Naughty boys love sucking cock." He said, licking up and down my shaft.

I was enjoying myself when the gruff voice shouted again, "Here we go! He's gonna blow!" I looked over at the prisoner. A large mustached cop was pounding his ass and jacking his dick. He was the biggest guy who had fucked the prisoner so far, and the prisoner was obviously enjoying it.

"That's it! Yes! Fuck me!" The prisoner yelled, his body shaking as the mustached cop slammed his cock deep into him.

"Who gets his cum? I bet a slut like him is gonna have a lot." asked a cop.

Bill looked over at me. "Hey, let's have him cum on Santa's face!" He shouted, pointing at me.

Several cops smiled and grabbed me, pulling me over to the prisoner. "What the hell?" I asked.

"Hope you like cum, Santa. It's like snow only wet and warm and sticky!" Shouted a cop, laughing.

They kneeled me down in front of the prisoner. I got a good look at his balls that I sware were the size of baseballs. "Fuck! I'm cumming! Get ready, Santa!" He moaned, his hips thrusting into the air.

His cock was pulsing, a rope of cum shot out and hit my face. There was a tone, it dripped down into my beard. I could feel the hot spunk filling my mouth, his cock was still firing, the thick semen dripping down my face and covering me.

"Ohhh fuck. That's good." The prisoner moaned.

The cops laughed and clapped, as they let the prisoner's hands go, he fell down and laid on his back, his legs wide.

The mustache clad cop came out from behind the prisoner, stroking his cock. "Okay everyone, let's finish off this party! Everyone gets your cocks ready to blow. Let's all cum on Santa!"

Everyone in the room started jerking their dicks. The mustached cop was first, spraying his load on my chest, mixing his cum with the prisoner's.

One by one the cops and prisoners came over, their bodies twitching as they blew their loads on me. The feeling of hot jizz splashing over my body was almost enough to get me hard again.

"You guys clean up and lock the prisoners away. I've got a plane to catch! Thanks for the party, Santa!" Said the mustached cop, leaving.

After a while, most of the people left. It was just me and Bill. He sprayed me down with a hose, washing the cum off my body.

"Alright, it's time to go. You've been a good sport. We never got around to processing you, so you're free to go." He said.

"What if I want to stay?" I asked, winking at him.

"Sorry, to much paperwork to do this late." He said, handing me my Santa suit.

"Alright, fine." I said, sighing.

"You know, that beard is wet and probably is still soaked in cum... You should take it off." Bill said.

"Oh, yeah... Right." I said, taking off the beard. As he saw my face for the first time, I felt naked. The beard was like a protective layer. But his reaction was different than what I thought.

"Oh. Oh my god. No fucking way. You're a porn star, aren't you?" He said, laughing.

"No, not at all... What are you talking about?" I asked.

"If you're not, you should be! You'd make a lot of money!" He said, laughing.

"I never thought about it. But, maybe I'll give it a shot." I said, smiling.

"You should! Now let's get you out of here!" He said, putting his hand on my shoulder.

We walked out to the front of the station, and I walked out.

"Goodnight Santa! And merr Christmas!" Bill yelled, waving.

The End.