LADY CROFT (throwback)

LADY CROFT: Santa Clause

Her husband had never been so drunk as when he played Santa for his office’s Christmas party. 

Now, to start, she’d been mad when he agreed to play Santa. The party was on a rented out floor 

of a gorgeous hotel, it was a lingerie and pajama party (which she had history with), and there 

was going to be an open bar, dancing, and you can bet your ass, sex. Their corporate masters 

were rewarding a very successful year by paying the bill, and then quickly LEAVING.

That it was an anything goes party was KNOWN, and she was very excited about it. They’d 

brought their oldest son, because he was old enough, because he’d just lost his girlfriend, and 

because, in an environment like that, an umbrella could get laid (in fact, one did).

But no, she couldn’t dance with anyone because her husband was playing Santa, with drunken 

office boys and girls sitting on his lap and saying the things that people say when drunk and 

sitting on a coworkers lap. It was shit, and he was out drinking them all! Then, the bastard 

passed out, and to keep him from looking like a total failure at a really important party, their poor 

son had to escort him off, put on the suit, and pretend to be him for the rest of the night! Her 

frustration was building, until, when it got the point where people were visibly fucking in corners, 

and she was still sober, danceless, dateless, and alone, she had an idea. A terrible, monstrous 

idea mind you, but still…

She gave her phone to her friend, told her the “safe part” of the idea, and after the world 

“scandalous” was used, and proper posturing was put in place, she of course, totally agreed.  

Then, Lady Croft sauntered up to Santa with a slow, sexy little walk that was sure to get his, and 

everyone else’s attention. Once she was right up to him, she leaned over, and whispered in his 

ear. “Baby, I know who you are, and you know who I am, but no one, and I mean, No, One, else 

does…

So, just understand that, and keep it in mind, when I tell you that Mamma’s going to get on her 

knees, take your dick out, and give you a little pleasure cruise in my mouth. And then… I’m going 

to climb on top of it, slide it into my tight little cunt, and I’m going to ride you hard and fast. And, 

sweetheart, I’m going to take you straight to heaven. And we won’t be done, until you are balls 

deep inside of me, and moaning in my ear about how hard your cumming, and how you just can’t 

believe this is happening. So,” she said, pulling back from her whisper, and facing her Son in his 

wonderful disguise. “I just have one question… Are you going to stop me? Or may I…” and then, 

slowly, she sank to her knees in front of him, and began to undo his outer trousers. “…continue?” 

She finished. But, since her hand was already in his pants, she was pretty sure she had her 

answer. Bad boy…

The fuck, and it was a FUCK. Was hard, fast, and fantastic. Her Son blew his load inside of her, 

and people, fucking, clapped; while her friend filmed it. It was honestly one of the hotter moments 

of her life. And the best part? The next day, she showed her husband the video of him fucking her 

in front of the whole office, and told him what a stud he’d been, even drunk. And he not only 

believed her, he thanked her. So, it turned into a lovely night after all…