With the news crew gone and the line to see Santa whittled down, Belen asked if I could help her move the giant teddy bear they’d brought out for the news piece back to storage. I hoisted the oversized bear over my shoulder and followed her to the storage room.
“I knew Sterling looked familiar at the bakery,” Belen said.
“What are the odds, right?”
“Now everyone in the city thinks we’re married.”
“I could think of worse things to be known for,” I added, before nearly colliding into a wall. This overstuffed bear made it difficult to see what laid ahead of me.
“I’m just glad that’s over. Thanks for being a good sport.” Belen stopped to enter a code into a key panel.
The enormous bear and I pushed our way inside.
“You can just drop it in the corner,” she directed.
Plopping the bear down as instructed, the clicking of the storage door lock brought my attention back to her. “You know Santa, I’ve been a bad girl all year. But I’m willing to do anything to get on the nice list.” Belen flipped her hair over her shoulder and thrusted her breast forward while licking her lips.
“Yeah right, maybe I should bend you over my knee and spank you,” I joked, pushing away a long strand of tinsel hanging from a shelf.
Her smile was filled with mischief. “I think I’d like that. And we are married after all.”
I coughed out a dry laugh. “What are you doing?”
“I believe the kids still call it role playing.”
My eyes took up half my face. “Role playing? Belen we’re at work.”
“Exactly … it’s naughty.” There was a spark behind her eyes.
“Yeah, well if you keep talking like that, I will blow your fucking back out on the storage room floor.”
“That’s what I was hoping for.” She undid the first few buttons on her cardigan.
“Hold up. You’re trying to fuck in the mall storage room? What if someone walks in?”
“Well then you better be quick.”
“With you? Never.” Scanning the room, I located a long metal candy cane and hooked it through the door handles for added security.
Turning my attention back to Belen, I said, “So tell me more about this naughty girl shit.”
“Well it started with an oral fixation. I just can’t seem to keep thick and long things out of my mouth.” Belen’s fingers rimmed her plump lips.
“If I provide something that fits the bill, could you show me?”
Belen removed my oversized belt buckle, freeing the padding from against my torso. Dropping the pillow onto the ground, she kneeled on top of it. From this vantage point, she could make out the bulge in my red pants begging to be unsheathed. She teased me with her delicate hands, stroking my dick. When she finally wrapped her lips around me, I had to grab hold of a nearby shelf, fearing my knees would give out.
I took mental pictures as she moaned over my length. Nice Belen was cool, but naughty Belen was my favorite. “You are so good at this,” I managed to eek out. “I love watching you take that dick.”
As she slurped, spanked, and licked my member, I was transfixed. Nice women who were undercover freaks were the best type of women. It was like she and I shared a secret. On an average day, people assumed Belen was a nice girl who followed all the rules. Returning her grocery cart after transferring the bags to her car, helping elder people cross the street, and always tipping generously at the end of a meal.
But in private, she was far from nice. She was the woman who took to her knees and sucked me dry, the woman who teased her clit while I licked her pussy, the woman who took every single thrust like a pro because she craved my dick. Belen was the good girl and I was the nice guy, but behind closed doors we were on demon time.
Belen undid the remaining buttons on her cardigan, revealing a lacy, pink bra.
“I don’t know Mrs. Claus, what if the elves hear?”
“I’ll be quiet. I promise.”
