The line moved slowly but it wasn't too long before it was my turn. I scampered up on the raised platform the department store had erected for the guy. He looked a bit surprised since most of the kids that had visited him had been under five, whereas I had hit the ripe old age of thirteen.

"Uh, you're supposed to sit the other way," the guy in the red suit stammered when I wrapped my legs around his wide girth, sitting on his lap with my crotch against his.

"If I face that direction everyone will see that I'm not wearing panties under this short skirt," I replied in a whisper. He swallowed hard.

"So, um… what is your name and how old are you, little girl?" he asked, almost choking on the word little. I've got a pair of 34C tits on my otherwise delicate frame and he couldn't keep his eyes off of them. Most guys couldn't.

I told him my name and age, pushing my shoulders forward so he would be able to see down the low cut of my shirt. His cock was hard in his pants now and I could feel it throbbing against my bare pussy through his fur pants.

"And what would you like for Christmas, Kim?" he asked. His long, white beard had fallen down my shirt and was tickling my bra-less tits. "I want to gangbanged, Santa."

"Huh?" he gasped, looking up at my face for the first time in a long while. I brushed my long, blonde hair out of my face and looked into his eyes.

"Gangbanged, Santa. I want to be fucked by a bunch of guys who don't give a shit about anything but stuffing my holes."

"Damn, girl! What are you?" he asked, his eyes wide. He had managed to sneak a hand under my shirt and was fondling my tits.

"Horny, Santa," I smiled, "very, very horny!"

"I can tell that!" he nodded, looking around to make sure no one could see where his hands were. "But why are you telling me? You're too old to believe in this shit!"

"Too old?" I laughed until I was ready to cry. "Santa, I was never young. I never got to be a little girl." He looked at me vacantly. "See that man over there? The one that looks like he wants to kill you? That's my daddy," I started to explain. "When I was a baby, he used to stick his dick in my mouth so I would suckle it. I was drinking cum while I was still in diapers."

"No shit?" Santa moaned. He had both hands under my shirt now and was moving his hips so his cock could slide against my cunt through his pants.

"My mommy died giving birth to me so I was moved straight from the cradle to Daddy's bed. He took my cherry when I was seven."

Santa was panting pretty hard. I finished my story.

"Now Daddy treats me like I'm his wife or something but I'm only thirteen. I don't want to be married! I want to fuck around like all the other girls in my class do!"

"I'd fuck you!" Santa offered.

"I know you would!" I giggled. "Most guys would love to get a piece of my ass but Daddy is terribly jealous. He went out and bought a gun the first time a boy from school called my house. He says he'll use it if he ever catches me with anyone else."

"I see," Santa grimaced as he pulled his hands out from under my shirt. "Well, to be honest, I think you need a cop or maybe a psychiatrist, Kim, not an old, fat man making a few extra bucks by putting on a fake beard."

That hurt. He wasn't supposed to say that.

"Look mister, I'm not like the little brats that usually sit on your lap. To them, Christmas is a magical time when their dreams come true. To me, it's having a candy cane shoved up my ass. All I'm asking is for you to be Santa Claus for real one time. Make my Christmas miracle come true!"......(cont)