Chapter Title: Santa Claus**

**Adults-Only Version**

**Chapter Title: Santa Claus**

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### Extraction of Text – Reading Order (Adult Panels Only)

- A large Black man dressed as Santa sits on a mall throne.

- Mrs. Keagan approaches him. He openly stares at her body and comments that she is “definitely on the nice list.”

- She tries to protest that the costume and his behavior are inappropriate and that she will report him to management.

- He is unbothered, keeps his hands on her, and tells her she can report him if she wants.

- Later, in a back room or private area marked “Back Soon,” he has her bent over.

- Hard, aggressive sex. Multiple slap sound effects. He fucks her while telling her she is going on the naughty list.

- She moans and pushes back. He finishes inside/on her.

- Dialogue focuses on her body, the “naughty list,” and him taking what he wants under the costume.

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### Chapter – Santa Claus

The mall was crowded with holiday shoppers, but the Santa corner was temporarily empty. The man in the red suit was massive—broad shoulders, thick arms, a full white beard that did nothing to hide the hungry way he looked at Mrs. Keagan when she walked up alone.

He patted one heavy thigh.

“Come sit on Santa’s lap,” he said, voice low and amused. “Tell me what you want for Christmas.”

Mrs. Keagan hesitated. She had only come to the mall to return a gift. She had not expected the Santa on duty to look at her like that. Still, something in the way he watched her—open, certain—made her step closer instead of walking away.

He pulled her down onto his lap without waiting for permission. One large hand settled on the curve of her hip, then slid lower, openly cupping her ass through her jeans.

“Oh, you’re definitely on the *nice* list,” he rumbled against her ear. “Or maybe the naughty one. Hard to tell with an ass like this.”

She stiffened. “How dare you. You are a disgrace to that costume and very inappropriate. I’m going to report you to management.”

Santa only chuckled. His hand squeezed harder.

“Go ahead and report me, baby. By the time they get here I’ll already have this big ass bent over in the back.”

He stood, still holding her, and steered her toward the small employee door marked **BACK SOON**. No one stopped them. The mall noise faded as the door shut.

Inside the narrow storage room he wasted no time. He spun her around, pushed her forward over a stack of boxes, and yanked her jeans and panties down in one motion. The head of his thick cock pressed against her immediately—hot, heavy, already hard from having her on his lap.

“Report me?” he said, and thrust in.

Mrs. Keagan cried out. He was big—thicker than Taylor, longer than Lavon—and he gave her no time to adjust. He fucked her with deep, powerful strokes that made the boxes shift under her hands.

Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!

“Ugh—fuck—wait—”

“Nah. You walked up to Santa looking like that. This is what you get.” He gripped both cheeks and spread her wider, watching himself disappear into her. “Gonna put you on the naughty list personally.”

He kept the same hard pace, the wet sound of it loud in the small room. Every thrust drove the air out of her in short, broken moans. When he reached around and rubbed her clit with two thick fingers she came hard, legs shaking, voice muffled against her own arm.

Santa didn’t slow down. He fucked her through the orgasm and into the next one, talking the whole time—about how soft she was, how greedy her pussy felt, how her husband was probably at home with no idea Santa was currently balls-deep in his wife in a mall storage room.

When he finally finished it was with a deep, heavy groan. He buried himself to the hilt and flooded her, pulse after pulse, while she trembled under him. He stayed inside a few extra seconds, grinding in circles, before slowly pulling out. A thick trickle of cum followed.

He gave her ass one last firm slap and stepped back, already tucking himself into the red pants.

“Consider that an early Christmas present,” he said. “I’ll be here all week if you want another one. Same door.”

Mrs. Keagan stayed bent over the boxes for a long moment, jeans still around her thighs, breathing hard. When she finally straightened and fixed her clothes, her legs felt unsteady. She walked out of the storage room without looking back.

Santa was already back on his throne by the time she reached the main corridor, smiling at the next person in line like nothing had happened.

Her phone buzzed in her pocket as she left the mall.

**Taylor:** You free tonight?

**Lavon:** Don’t forget. Tomorrow.

**Unknown number (Debo):** Heard you been busy. Might stop by soon.

Mrs. Keagan stared at the messages, still feeling Santa’s cum leaking into her panties, and kept walking.

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**Next options**

**1.** She goes straight home and Bill cleans her again.

**2.** She returns to the mall the next day for another “visit” with Santa.

**3.** Taylor or Lavon finds out about the mall Santa and reacts.

**4.** Debo shows up that same night, using the new encounter as an excuse.

**5.** She starts keeping a quiet schedule of all of them without telling Bill the details.

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