the gentlemen

It is time for you to take Santa's place centerstage. You look at the line. It seems almost as long as the one for the big guy. Except this line is nothing but men, seemingly from 18 to 80. No sign of the naughty coeds.

The extra signs you asked the digital photographer's assistant to put up near the mall entrances seemed to have worked. They, like the one on the easel on the floor in front of the stage, read,"Gentlemen, come take your pictures with Kristy Kringle. Times: 4:30pm, 8:30pm. All profits go to the Pediatric Aids Foundation."

You didn't want to leave a wet spot on Santa's chair, so you had his little helpers push the large sleigh to center stage. It would also help disguise the efforts of the two eighteen year olds you would employ as 'fluffers' for your special surprise. For, even though any of your exploits would be covered by your magical gift, the teens in their flocked brown leotards would not likely be.

You had Holly and Ivy stationed just out of sight by the sleigh's far side. Their instructions were to get the men hard through manual manipulation so they would be ready when each took his place as Kristy's seat.

The thirty minutes went well, with man after man first getting treated to a handjob by one of the cute deer twins, then getting a bigger surprise when the saucy Santa helper's split panties let her pussy envelope the hardon. Of course, they didn't last very long. But that was the idea. An assembly line of hardons, destination Lacey's pussy. More photos, more money for charity. Man after man is posed for a picture with his cock up your pussy. You are ready to give up the stage for Santa. You see the two coeds are back. You motion them to you.