On Santa’s Lap Read Online C.M. Steele

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Total pages in book: 19
Estimated words: 17651 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 88(@200wpm)___ 71(@250wpm)___ 59(@300wpm)
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Never in my life have I ever been possessive, greedy, lustful. Marianne’s little sister just changed that. “Is she even old enough to play my wife? Santa’s wife?” I questioned, tugging on my suddenly painfully tight tie.

“Yes, she’s twenty-one.” Good. Santa’s got a special package just for her after this is all over. It comes with a load of seed to create our own little brood of kids.

“Time to suit up, Mr. Nicholas.”

A gasp comes from my beautiful wife for the next day and soon for the rest of our lives. The second I spotted her, I knew she’d be mine, and soon she’ll understand it as well. “Sis, this is my boss, Mr. Trent Nicholas.”

“And who are you?” I ask her, keeping eye contact with her. Hell, my attention hasn’t left her for a moment, just in case she magically disappeared.

“I’m… Lola.” I take her hand and bring it to my lips, stealing a taste of her soft skin and provoking another soft gasp from those light-pink lips. The urge to pull her into my arms and steal a proper kiss is strong.

I pull her in close and add, “Hello Lola. Let’s make kids… happy, shall we?”

“Yes,” she blushes.

I pull back before I do something stupid, like drag her out of here on my shoulder like a sack of presents. “Where’s the suit?”

“Oh, my goodness, go get him a cup from the sports store or we’ll have a problem on our hands,” I hear Sellers tell Dennis.

“Already on it.” I keep my dick under control even if I have to sit on the fucker, but the second this thing is over, Mrs. Claus will enjoy a special ride on Santa’s lap. Luckily, we have a day to get it all straightened out.

“Right here, boss. You can change right here, but Dennis will be back in a minute.”

“While we wait for Dennis to return, what is the plan?” They run me through the basics of how the line will form and how Mrs. Claus will give the kids a candy cane after they tell me what they want. Their parents will have an exit as their kid reaches the front of the line that takes them to the other side to grab their little one.

Dennis finally returns with a cup, and I head into the changing area. I take a little longer because I’m in a full damn business suit that I probably should have started undoing before he came back.

Once I step out of the changing room, I ask, “How do I look?” I wink at Mrs. Claus, wanting to gauge her reaction the most. She’s frowning, and I’ve lost all the bravado I had a moment ago.

“Like so many women are going to want to sit on Santa’s lap instead,” Dennis says, chuckling and shaking his head.

“We need stuffing,” Lola hisses, staring at my flat stomach. That is blatantly obvious even in this wide suit.

“Come on, wife, isn’t it your job to get me fat before the holidays?” I tease, thinking about how insanely fat my cock is right now and if it wasn’t for the cup, my dick would be a full wooden bat right now.

“I hope that cup works,” Marianne huffs, wiping imaginary sweat from her brow.

“There’s only one way to find out.” I take a seat on the nearest seat in the prep area and then bring Lola down on my lap. “Can you feel me?” I ask boldly.

“Um… how about we put the stuffing in first, and then we’ll find out? Right now, there’s room for them to fit on your entire lap.”

“Oh.” She opens my Santa jacket and grabs the pillow and slides it under the suspenders, bringing her tits bouncing in my line of sight. My entire body is fighting off the desire to carry her out of here. The added padding pushes her a little closer to my knees and away from my cock, which is covered by the baseball cup.

“Better?” I ask, knowing it doesn’t work where she’s concerned, but it’s not about us. We’ll rectify that problem later.

“It will do for the kids.” That’s an excellent answer.

“Showtime at the North Pole,” Marianne says.

Chapter Two

Lola

When my sister begged me to take this job, I had no idea that I’d be working alongside her insanely gorgeous boss, who has obviously been flirting with me. I can’t tell if he’s just a natural flirt or if he’s interested in me, but the blush on my face won’t go away.

How am I supposed to behave naturally in front of all these kids when my panties are soaked? I know it’s tomorrow, but I doubt I won’t be just as aroused by him then as well.

Will anyone notice with my short costume? How come Mrs. Claus’s costume is so provocative, anyway? I remember Mrs. Claus being a granny, but I’m like the Kris Kardashian grandma.



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