All characters in this story are over 18

This story is inspired by the Billy Bob Thorton movie of the same name.

Carl was a degenerate. Carl was a foul-mouthed, drug addicted, alcoholic, overly unpleasant man. Carl was also Santa. From October, all the way through Christmas, every year, Carl was Santa. He would go from mall to mall, stinking of piss and beer, cursing children behind their parents’ backs, and ruin their Christmases. The only reason Carl had not been outlawed from the entire Santa community was that he had a real dwarf with him as an elf. Satchmo stood three foot four inches, was black, and was extremely endearing as an elf, to both children and adults. Satchmo was such a good elf, that he was somehow able to keep Carl employed as Santa, despite his multitude of character flaws.

Carl was at the bar, well into his own bottle of scotch, when he felt someone tap him on the shoulder. He turned around, expecting to discover some upset parent looking to complain about his treatment of their child, as he so often did. Instead, he turned around, and saw a very pretty young blonde standing in front of him. Carl being Carl, he blatantly looked the girl up and down, stopping for a long time at her ample chest.

“Hi there Santa,” the girl said with a big smile, “I’m Brandi.”

“Well hello Brandi,” Carl slurred, still staring at the girls chest, “I’m Ca…”

“I know who you are Santa,” Brandi said, interrupting him before he could say his name.

“Right,” Carl sighed, “I’m Santa.” He began to turn around so he could continue getting drunk, but Brandi reached out and stopped him.

“You know you were always a really big deal in my house growing up,” Brandi said, and Carl prepared himself to have to shout at this fine young girl to leave him alone.

“Ya I bet,” Carl said, and took another shot of whiskey.

“My dad spent years making sure we believed in you,” Brandi went on, “he used to leave hints and clues and all kinds of things to make sure we still believed.”

“Well that’s pretty fucked up,” Carl said, and then let out a burp.

“I actually believed in you until I was eighteen years old,” Brandi said.

“Oh ya,” Carl said with a raised eyebrow, “and how old are you now?”

“I’m twenty-two,” Brandi said, and Carl smiled and stared at her tits again. “I used to love going to the mall to sit on your lap,” she went on, “it was one of my favorite things about Christmas.”

“Is that right,” Carl said, finally beginning to be interested in what she was saying.

“Oh ya,” Brandi smiled, “the last time, just after I turned eighteen, I sat on Santa’s lap at the mall, and while I was talking to him, I could feel his candy cane start to push into my leg.”

“His candy cane?” Carl repeated, trying to tell if she was being serious or not.

“Well, that’s what my dad told me,” Brandi said, “that was the last time he let me or my sisters sit on Santa’s lap.”

“So you haven’t gotten to sit on Santa’s lap in years then,” Carl said, and Brandi nodded sadly, “and it was your favorite part of Christmas huh?”

“My very favorite part,” Brandi beamed.

“Well Brandi,” Carl said, surprisingly getting her name right, “how would you like to sit on this Santa’s lap? Although I cant promise my candy cane wont poke you in the leg.”

“That would just make my day, my week even,” Brandi said, clapping her hands excitedly, “can we go to my house though, that way my sister can sit on your lap too. I know she misses it as much as I do.”

“Ok, is this some kind of fucking scam or something,” Carl said, finally getting too suspicious, “did Satchmo put you up to this?”

“Satchmo?” Brandi asked, looking confused.

“Ya, my elf, Satchmo,” Carl said angrily, “a little black asshole, did he put you up to this?”

“Nope,” Brandi said, “I just saw you here all by yourself, and I thought I’d ask if you’d let me sit on your lap and tell you what I want for Christmas.”

“Uh huh,” Carl said skeptically, “well lets go then.” As much as this seemed crazy, he couldn’t pass up such a bizarre but intriguing opportunity.

“Great,” Brandi said, “you can do the Santa voice right?”

“Santa voice?” Carl repeated.

“Ya, you know, Santa voice,” Brandi nodded, “you don’t talk like this to the kids do you, you must have a Santa voice.”

“Actually I do talk to the kids like this,” Carl said, “those little shits don’t know the difference.”

“Well can you do a Santa voice, its important.”

“Ok,” Carl sighed, “ho ho ho,” he said in his best Santa voice, which he hadn’t used in years, “merry Christmas little girl, what can Santa get you, or have you been a naughty girl this year?”

“Perfect,” Brandi beamed, “lets go.” She grabbed Carl by the hand, and pulled him toward the door. Carl went with her, still completely confused as to what was going on. As she marched them over to her car, which was a bmw, Carl was trying to think if having sex with a retarded girl was breaking any laws. They got in the car, and Brandi began driving them north. As she drove she went on and on about all the different tricks her dad used to pull on her and her sisters to make them believe in Santa. Carl wasn’t listening to any of it, still trying to work out if he was breaking any laws, and if he cared if he was. Brandi pulled into a very nice neighborhood, and then pulled into the driveway of a very large house.

“Jesus, this is your place?” Carl said as she parked in the driveway.

“Well it’s my daddy’s place, but only me and my sister are home right now,” Brandi said, “our parents went to Hawaii.”

“No shit,” Carl mused, “what’s daddy do for work?”

“He’s a senator,” Brandi said casually.

“Wait, what,” Carl said as they both got out of the car, “like an actual senator? Like from congress and shit?”

“No silly, from the senate,” Brandi laughed, and then began pulling Carl toward the front door, “congressmen are from congress.”

“Right,” Carl said as he got dragged to the door. Brandi opened it with a key, and then pulled him inside.

“Hey Mel,” Brandi shouted out once they were inside, “come down here, I have a surprise.”

“What is it?” a female voice shouted from upstairs.

“Just come down, trust me, you’ll like it,” Brandi shouted back. A moment later Carl heard footsteps moving upstairs, and then coming down the stairs. Another beautiful young blonde girl came into the room, and then stopped when she saw Carl.

“What the fuck,” she said, looking at him like he was disgusting, “who the fuck is this?”

“I’m Santa,” Carl said, “who the fuck are you?”

“This is my house,” Mel said angrily, “I don’t have to answer shit to you.”

“I thought this was daddy’s house,” Carl said.

“Brandi, what the fuck is this,” Mel asked Brandi, “who is this guy and why is he here?”

“Its Santa,” Brandi said, “I thought we could sit on his lap and ask him for presents. You know, like we used to.”

“Seriously Brandi,” Mel rolled her eyes, “you brought a Santa home to sit on his lap?”

“Its not like he’s a fat old Santa,” Brandi said defensively, “he’s a cute Santa. I thought maybe we could do what we always used to talk about.”

“Jesus Brandi,” Mel laughed, “do you know how pissed dad will be if he finds out about this?”

“Well I don’t think daddy needs to find out about this,” Carl said quickly.

“Why do you keep calling our dad daddy?” Mel asked.

“Cause that’s what she kept calling him,” Carl said, “look little girl, I didn’t ask to come here, your sister picked me up at a bar and asked if she could sit on my lap. I’m just trying to be a nice friendly Santa.”

“You don’t seem like a very nice Santa,” Mel said, folding her arms, making Carl notice that she was also quite well endowed in the chest region. “You seem like a drunk mean Santa.”

“Well you seem like a little rich bitch with a bad attitude,” Carl shot back.

“Fuck you Santa,” Mel shouted.

“Enough,” Brandi interjected, “Mel if you don’t want to play then go back to your room and do your dumb little videos for those creeps online. I’m going to have my fun with Santa.”

“Ugh, fine,” Mel groaned, “he better be good though.”

“I’m sure he will, wont you Santa,” Brandi asked Carl.

“Of course,” Carl said, not knowing what exactly they were referring to.

“Great,” Brandi said, “Mel, why don’t you go get our special Christmas outfits, you know, the ones we wore to Tommy’s party.”

“Seriously,” Mel said with a raised brow.

“I mean unless you don’t want to,” Brandi shrugged, “I think it will make it more fun though.”

“Ok fine,” Mel sighed, and then walked away.

“You’ll really like them Santa,” Brandi said excitedly, “All the boys at the party loved them.

“Really,” Carl said, wondering just how hot these outfits would be.

“Found them,” Mel shouted from upstairs.

“Oh ya,” Brandi smiled, “now wait here and I’ll be right back.” She skipped off, leaving Carl alone in the very large fancy house. Carl thought about stealing some stuff, but then thought better of it. If things continued in the direction they had been going, he was about to get a true Christmas gift for the first time in years. A few minutes later Carl heard both girls coming down the stairs again.

“Ok Santa, we’re ready for you, are you ready for us,” Brandi called from the other room. Carl quickly looked around and saw a large armchair, and sat down in it.

“Yep, I’m ready,” he called back. Both girls walked in, and Carl’s mouth fell open. They were wearing identical Christmas lingerie. They had red bras on that cupped their huge breasts perfectly, and red stockings that went up to their thighs. They each had a tiny red thong, and they both turned around so Carl could admire their amazing asses.

“Do you like our special outfits Santa?” Brandi asked, and Carl just nodded, still amazed at how good they both looked.

“Ok, me first,” Brandi said, and walked over to him. Carl watched her body move as she walked, and then she sat down in his lap. He could already feel her ass grinding into his crotch, and he had to clutch the sides of the chair.

“Hi there Santa, my names Brandi,” Brandi said in a little girl voice. Carl didn’t miss a beat; he knew what this girl wanted, and he was ready to play along.

“Well of course you are,” Carl said in his best Santa voice, “I know all the little boys and girls. Now, have you been naughty or nice this year Brandi?”

“I’m afraid I’ve been a bit naughty Santa,” Brandi said, pouting at him, “but can I still get my presents?”

“Well, we’ll just have to wait and see,” Carl went on as Santa, “just what kind of naughty company have you been up to this year little missy?” He could tell she was liking his Santa voice.

“Well, I’ve had unprotected sex with a few guys at my school,” Brandi confessed, “and I blew one of my professors too.”

“Oh my,” Carl feigned shock, while also trying not to get a full on boner just yet, “it sounds like you have been naughty this year. And I’m afraid there’s only one way to get off of Santa’s naughty list.”

“Oh, what’s that,” Brandi asked excitedly.

“Well, you have to take very special care of Santa, and then I can take you off the list, and give you all the presents you want.”

“What sort of special care,” Brandi asked with wide child like eyes.

“Well, first,” Carl began.

“Hold on,” Mel stopped him, “I get my turn first.”

“Ugh, fine,” Brandi said, and got up out of Carl’s lap. Mel walked over, and then plopped down where Brandi had been. She also ground her ass into him, and he could feel himself getting hard.

“And what about you Melanie,” Carl said, hoping that was her full name, “have you been naughty or nice this year?”

“How did you know my name,” she asked him in the same child like voice her sister had used.

“Because I’m Santa silly,” Carl said, and let out a proper Santa laugh. He could tell both girls were getting off on this.

“Well, I think I’ve been nice,” Mel said, “I’ve only slept with my boyfriend, and I got good grades all year.”

“Very good,” Carl said, “it sounds like you deserve quite the present this year.”

“Really,” she said, showing her first real signs of excitement.

“Oh yes, but first, we have to get your sister off my naughty list,” Carl said.

“How do we do that?” Mel asked in an innocent voice.

“Have either of you ever seen Santa’s candy cane before?” Carl asked, hoping this was the right way to go about it.

“No, but we’ve felt it,” Mel said. “The last time we sat on your lap at the mall it got all hard in your pants, and pushed on our legs. I think I can feel it again now,” Mel said, “except it feels bigger than last time.”

“Well, that’s just because Santa is so happy to see you lovely girls in your Christmas outfits,” Carl said, thinking on his feet, “you look much prettier than Mrs. Claus.”

“Can we see your candy cane Santa,” Brandi asked from the couch, “we’ve at all times wanted to, but daddy would never let us.”

“Of course you can,” Carl said, beginning to really get excited, ” you just have to reach in and pull it out.”

“Oh goody,” Mel said, and clapped her hands together, “it feels really hard now Santa.”

“Well it is,” Carl nodded, “that’s what happens to Santa when he sees lovely girls as pretty as you two.” Mel got up, and then Brandi joined her in front of Carl. They both got down on their knees, and then Brandi reached into his pants, and he felt her hand wrap around his cock.

“Oh my Santa, it feels so big,” Brandi said with wide eyes, “I had no idea.”

“I wanna see,” Mel whined. Carl lifted his hips, and Brandi pulled his red pants down, revealing his hard cock.

“Oh my god Santa, its gigantic,” Mel said, “its much bigger than my boyfriends.”

“And what about you Brandi,” Carl asked, “is it bigger than the boys at your college, and your teacher?”

“Oh yes,” Brandi nodded excitedly, “I think it’s the biggest I’ve ever seen. What do we do now?”

“Well, what do we do with candy canes girls?” Carl asked, still playing Santa to perfection.

“We suck on them,” Mel said, staring at his cock.

“That’s right,” Carl nodded, “why don’t you suck on Santa’s candy cane.” They both moved forward, staring wide-eyed at his cock. Brandi took it in her hand, and Mel leaned forward, and then wrapped her lips around the head. She began lightly sucking the tip, and then took a little more in her mouth. Carl was in pure bliss. He hadn’t been with girls this hot in his entire life, and they were total sluts, living out some weird role-playing fantasy on him.

“That’s very good Melanie,” Carl said after about a minute of her sucking the tip, “but I think we should let your sister have a turn, after all, she’s the one who has to get off the naughty list.” Mel stopped sucking, and sat back, looking a bit disappointed. Brandi moved right in. She took more than half of his cock on the first try, and Carl knew he wouldn’t last long. She began bobbing her head up and down, taking most of his cock down her throat, and it was too much.

“Oh fuck, here comes Santa’s special treat,” Carl groaned. He began shooting ropes of cum down her throat. She took the first three, and then pulled off, looking surprised. Carl shot a few more ropes onto her tits, and then let out a long sigh of relief.

“Wow Santa,” Brandi panted after swallowing it all, “that was a really big treat.”

“No fair,” Mel whined, “I wanted some, I was the good one.”

“Don’t worry darling,” Carl said, “there’s plenty more where that came from.”

“Really,” Mel said excitedly, “but your candy cane isn’t so hard anymore.”

“That’s ok,” Carl said, “we can make it hard again. Why don’t you lovely girls give each other a kiss. There’s nothing Santa loves more than sisters giving each other nice Christmas kisses.” The girls both smiled at that, and got to their feet. They both leaned their heads forward, and gave each other a kiss on the mouth. It was hot, but carl wanted more.

“That’s nice,” Carl said, “but you girls should be closer, so you can really kiss.” He reached out, and put a hand on each of their butts. Both butts felt equally great. He gently pushed them forward, and watched as their bodies pressed against each other. They began to kiss again, and then slowly began to make out. After a minute, Brandi brought her hands up and began massaging her sister’s tits. A second later Mel did the same. Carl was jerking off while watching, and was fully hard again.

“You see girls,” he said cheerily, “you’ve made Santa’s candy cane hard again.” They stopped kissing, and looked down to see his hard cock, and they both smiled.

“Now what Santa,” Brandi asked.

“Well, as nice as your special Christmas outfits are, I think its time we take them off.”

“Are you sure,” Mel asked, sounding apprehensive.

“Of course,” Carl said, “how else will Santa give you a special gift like you did to him?” The girls looked at each other, and then back at Carl’s cock, and then began to undress. Carl watched in awe as they removed their bras, revealing truly massive racks, and then their panties as well. Both girls were shaved bare, and he could see how wet they were.

“Ok Melanie,” Carl said, “you get to go first because you’ve been nice this year.”

“Goody,” Mel clapped, “what do I do?”

“Why don’t you stand right here,” Carl said, getting up and leading Mel to the couch, “and lean over like this, so Santa can give your stalking a kiss.” He gently pushed her forward, and she obeyed. He bent down, and shoved his face between her perfect ass cheeks, and began to eat her pussy. He was used to bar sluts his own age, not gorgeous girls in their twenties. Her pussy was perfect, and he shoved his tongue as far as he could into her. He had his hands on her ass, kneading it powerfully. She was moaning loudly, and beginning to move about a lot.

“Oh Santa, you’re really good at that, don’t stop,” Melanie moaned as he ate her out. “Oh fuck Santa, oh fuck, oh, ah,” she came with a squeal, and fell forward onto the couch. Carl was about to climb on top of her, but Brandi pulled him away. She pulled him back over to the armchair, and pushed him down.

“I’ve waited a long time for this,” Brandi said with a devilish smile. She turned around, and bent down slowly, until her ass was sticking out for him. Carl knew what she wanted. He grabbed hold of her hips, and pulled her down onto him. He quickly lined up his cock, and shoved himself in. She let out a long low groan as he entered her. She was facing away from him, and began to bounce her ass up and down. Carl held onto her hips, and let her do the work. She was clearly into it, as she was really riding him hard.

“Oh fuck, you’re so big Santa,” Brandi moaned loudly. “I had no idea. I’ve been dreaming of fucking you forever, but I had no idea you were so big.”

“Ya, you like Santa’s big cock in your little pussy,” Carl grunted, holding onto her ass as it bounced on him. He was surprised at how wet she was. He was used to having to use lube with ladies, but these girls were as wet as ever. As he concentrated on not cumming, he felt something on his balls. He peeked his head around Brandi, and saw Melanie on her knees, licking his balls. He felt her mouth envelope one ball, and then the other, slobbering all over them. Apparently they were both a little naughty.

“Ya, fuck me Santa,” Brandi moaned as she bounced her ass hard on him, her hips slapping onto his. “That’s it, right there, fuck me Santa, fuck me Santa, fuck me Santa.” She began to repeat it like a mantra, and then she let out a scream and he felt her pussy clamp down on his dick. She was no longer bouncing, but her legs were shaking violently.

Carl knew he was gonna cum too. He was just gonna shoot off inside her, but instead he felt her lift off of him. He was already starting to cum, and Melanie dove down onto his cock. Without warning he started shooting a big load into her mouth. Her eyes went wide, but she kept it in her mouth. He shot a nice big load into her mouth, and when he was done, she slowly pulled off of him, and showed him her mouthful of cum, and then swallowed it, with a big smile.