When I was nineteen, a friend of mine got me a job working for a multinational company based overseas. I didn’t really want the job, but I ended up taking it because I had nothing better to do during the day. So what kind of job was it? It was a part-time job at a shopping mall during Christmas. The job required me to operate a camera while dressed as Santa Claus’s helper. Ninety percent of the time, I took pictures of children on Santa Claus’ lap or with Mrs. Claus (or both). The other ten percent of the time, I took pictures of teenagers and would-be funny adults who also wanted a picture with one of the Claus family… Whether it was a child or an adult, they all bought a picture with the actors in costume and, to be fair, they were given a can of unnamed soda as a gift when they left. It was nothing more than a publicity stunt, but so be it.

   The job was well-paid, but quite boring. Sometimes I had to come up with distractions for screaming children so that their parents would like them in the photo. Other times I had to manipulate the child so that he looked at me and didn’t move so that the photo wouldn’t come out blurry. The bigger distractions came when Mrs. Claus was bothered by drunks or scraggly teenagers. I dealt with that too — I just threw out those idiots. Santa Claus wasn’t capable of that. The actor was old and fat and sometimes I thought he was deaf. 

   Mrs. Claus… She was a luxurious mom in her best form. A real babe, who I would classify as a MILF or MCBP — simply a mom I would fuck. A blonde queen, wife of a lucky moneyed man and mother of two children, according to her, a lucky hotwife (I found out all this during our cigarette breaks together). This actress had no problem chasing away annoying individuals when they shouted at her to show her tits or if she was swallowing. But at such moments, I would throw out these annoying bullies, because that's how I was raised and that's the right thing to do. A man should stand up for his woman when necessary. 

   Mrs. Clausová's name was Zuzana and she offered me a handjob right from the beginning of our interaction in the shopping center. At nineteen, I could already tell when a girl or a mature woman was flirting with me, and Mrs. Zuzana did it often and obviously with gusto. I soon got on the same wavelength and we played a game together that always ended with me walking her to her car and her driving off — no hugs, no kisses, nothing. I got the feeling that if she didn't feel the crowds around her, she didn't enjoy playing or flirting and that she wasn't really interested in me at all.

   I was wrong. 

   …

   One day we were at the Christmas photo booth again and in the early evening I had to throw out two of my stupid classmates. The idiots got their courage up with rum and then started pestering me at work. I had them on the hook, but it didn't take long for Mrs. Claus to notice. They started being obscene in the most disgusting, completely stupid, almost mysogynous way. I told them to get out three times, but it didn't work. There's no point in discussing it any further — I just went at them and kicked and punched them. I got caught myself, but apart from a few bloody slobbers and a torn eyebrow, nothing happened to me. While they… I gave them a hard time, not that I didn't. After all, I do MMA and I have a very good figure and physique. 

   That's when Mrs. Zuzana started touching me for the first time. At first, carefully and with a worried expression. She gently wiped my lips and eyebrows with her handkerchief, telling me over and over again that I should have called the mall security. When I smiled and said it was nothing, something changed. It was as if her feminine, adult authority had stopped working and my intransigence and aura of victory had taken over.

   Zuzana called the person who was in charge of our entire Christmas photo corner. He was there within twenty minutes and listened to the angry Mrs. Claus at his word. He was the one taking pictures of children and drunks, and all of them could only take pictures with Santa. Mrs. Zuzana was leading me to her luxury car that her husband had bought her for their tenth anniversary. She was clapping along on her red high heels, and looking at her adult body, I remembered how she had mentioned to her husband twice that he was a cuckold, basically a voluntary cuckold, and that she was his hotwife, basically a woman who could look for a lover with her husband's consent. I knew those terms, but I took it as just another joke of hers... But now it came to my mind and I perceived it somehow differently, as if there was suddenly something in the air.

   When I asked Zuzana in the parking lot what she was doing and where we were going, that I didn't need to go to the hospital, she told me not to ask anything. I had to get in and we drove. She was silent the whole way, her face serious. She bit her lip occasionally. With every breath she took, she made sure her chest really expanded and, most importantly, that I noticed it. 

   The whole way, strength and desire for this adult mother were building up in me. Moreover, I could feel the tension between us and I could sense that she wanted to submit to me — that she wanted me and that if I took the initiative, she wouldn't resist. 

   She stopped at a rest area outside the city, after about half an hour of driving. I had no doubt at all what she was up to. I was really horny about it, and my six-inch-long, steel-hard penis was visible in the tight pants of Santa's helper.

   Zuzana turned off the engine, turned on the light above us, unbuckled my belt, then my zipper, and then my dick sprang out, to attention. It was like in porn, because Zuzana, that beautiful mother, was amazed loudly and with her mouth open at my size and hardness. At that moment I told myself that I didn't care about anything, that I didn't care whether she had a man somewhere, a cuckold or not. I grabbed her by the hair and pushed it against my dick.

   She sucked me off immediately and in a way that seemed like she was a goddess of oral sex. I was breathing heavily, how great head she was giving me. She was so amazing at it that I didn't even notice that she had put both seats down. She showed me how much I tasted in her mouth for a while, but then she straddled me and took me inside her. She leaned against my chest and started fucking me like her sex toy. She was getting wilder and wilder and moaning so much that she rocked the car and together we had to scare half the forest. I felt her flowing on me and her ride made me gasp and sigh. I went to meet her thrusts and she really liked that. 

   I took the initiative and literally tore the cheap red dress she was wearing. I sucked her beautiful nipples and squeezed her tits with such gusto that I thought I was going to cum from the hard, fast, and deep thrusting. She must have sensed it and grabbed my cheeks like some brat. She wanted me to tell her what was wrong. At that moment, I couldn't think of anything better than to push her hand away. 

   Then I grabbed this divine babe by the waist and turned her around. She was under me and I was above her and inside her — deep inside her. I grabbed this horny Mrs. Claus by the breast and my other hand under her neck. Right after that, I announced to her that she was my whore. Then I fucked her so well that she started moaning and sighing. I worked like a jackhammer and gave her a good hard fuck. When her lip was bitten and her eyes were staring blankly, I pulled it out and finished her off with my mouth.

   When I showed the power of youth, she thanked me for something she hadn't experienced in a long time. I pulled her out of the car by her hair like my whore. I propped her tits on the hood and lifted one of her legs onto it. She leaned on the other leg as I pushed him into her again, this time from behind, and started fucking her hard again. If she wanted to protest, she didn't get a chance, she had already awakened the animal in me. 

   I held her hair and she screamed that no matter what I did, she couldn't take it anymore. Then she screamed again to keep going, that this was the best angle. She moaned and flowed and I fucked her like I was going to let out my soul. I didn't listen to much of what she was saying because she contradicted herself every minute. The more she pulsed around my cock, the harder I thrust. 

   A car drove by and honked at us, but it only made us do more. You could already feel me coming, so I asked with difficulty where I could go. She told me that anywhere I wanted, except inside her. 

   As I was already in a state of orgasm and acting like a young bull, I couldn't listen. I pushed the beautiful, unfaithful blonde against the hood and went straight into her. As I was coming hard, I was finally thrusting in and I know she liked it so much. 

   I stayed inside Zuzana for a while and the pulsing of our bodies together stopped. She told me that the man would kill her. In response, I slapped her ass and pulled him out of her. Then I lit a cigarette and, still holding her hair, led her to the passenger seat. I went around the car and sat behind the wheel. I straightened the seats and started the car. 

   I told her that she had received a gift from me and that now I wanted mine. She understood me quite quickly, without me saying anything more.

   She licked, sucked, jerked and sucked it all the way back to town. My dick didn't get a chance to soften. 

   When we passed the sign announcing our return to town, her phone started ringing. It was my boyfriend, so I guess my husband. I took the phone and threw it out the window. Then I put myself in the mouth of an angry Zuzana. I expected everything, but after a while, her mouth full of my strong, twitching penis and cum, she just sighed and then swallowed it all. When she took a deep breath, she thanked me again. She stroked my balls and looked into my eyes like a submissive slut. 

   When I dropped her off at her friend's place, used as a brush, she thanked me again and asked if we could see each other again, that I was amazing and that she liked it a lot. I grinned and just told her that I would return the car tomorrow and that I would think about it. She just nodded obediently and went to her friend. She was a few steps from the door, which was good for Zuzana, because her dress was torn and anyone could see her luxurious breasts. 

   I then drove home in that Mercedes and the whole way I thought I must have gone crazy. 

   This was the best Christmas present I ever received. I knew a million percent that I wanted her again, but I held back to play this game the way we liked it. I had to act like a smug asshole and the role suited me. 

   She suited me so damn much.