50 More Sexcapades novel Chapter 40

"This freaking sucks," I muttered to myself, tugging on the itchy Santa's Helper costume.

"Oh great! It's itchy and two sizes too small for me." I shook my head in disbelief, looking at myself in the mirror as I finally got the tiny and flimsy fabric to at least cover my ass. Santa's Helper? More like Santa's porn star..

As ridiculous as it was, there was no getting out of my duties today. I was one detention away from being suspended from school and agreed to participate in this dumb community service event just to earn back some grace time. Of course, being the holiday season, most community service events involved hordes of smelly children, way too many blindingly bright decorations, and cheap costumes galore.

Fun.

''Nicole are you ready yet?! We're doing volunteer group pictures before our guests get here!" I heard the overly-excited volunteer coordinator, Matt, announce. I rolled my eyes and grabbed my props, before heading out.

"Volunteers, huh? Is that what you call a bunch of 18-year-olds who were threatened with expulsion unless they showed up here on a perfectly good weekend? Volunteers?"

Matt scoffed. "Hey it ain't my fault you got in trouble Nicky, now get in the picture, will you? How about some holiday spirit for once?!"

I flashed a sarcastically big smile at him and walked up to where everyone else was standing.

"Uh, okay now let's do some rearranging yeah?" Matt enthusiastically yelled out. "I want the elves to be perched up on both sides of Santa's chair, the reindeer to form a semi-circle around-"

"We're going to be here all day aren't we?" I mumbled to an equally bored-looking person dressed as a Christmas tree. She just shrugged.

"Right over here sweetheart," a gruff, male voice called out. It was the man playing Santa Claus. I suppressed a laugh, wondering which jail they got him from- I mean was our budget that low? He looked like a 'Santa gone Bad' character, complete with an earring and tattoos. All that was missing was a cigarette dangling out the side of his mouth and a half-empty beer bottle in his hand.

"Looks like Santa had a long night," I joked.

"Sure did. But today's going a little better," he remarked, looking up and down my body.

I could feel that area getting more slippery by the second. Santa seemed to know it was time to explore my chimney as he covertly took his very aroused cock and slapped it against my swollen cunt.

"Don't make a sound" he whispered.

I disguised my moan with a cough as he filled my pussy to the brim, keeping his eyes focused and smiling on the camera. Meanwhile, no one knew that Santa was exploring the depths of his elf's cookie jar.

I held the large, fake present props on top of me, which made it easy for me to bounce up and down that huge cock without garnering any attention at all. It was a miracle I didn't scream out from the hard pounding I was getting from Santa. His thick cock was stuffing my stocking in the right spots and his hands were on my hips, encouraging me to take more and more of that cock with every bounce.

The group was preparing for our last photo and just as Matt yelled out for us to say cheese, I finally released a deep, throbbing orgasm as Santa burst inside his elf.

Boy, do I look forward to paying my dues for the rest of day.