"Oh! Hi, Santa!" The little girl stared up open-mouthed at the familiar figure in red who had walked around the side of the tent. She was at the annual County Christmas Fair and had been really enjoying herself, having been given twenty dollars from her mum and another twenty from her mum's boyfriend, to ''clear-off' and have fun for the next four hours' while they stayed at home by themselves. For the ten year old, going to the fair by herself in this strange country town was exciting, but a little nerve wracking...but she knew the way back to her mum's boyfriend's house from the main entrance to the fair so that side of it was okay. But she was starting to feel a bit overwhelmed by the crowds of strangers and then she'd needed to pee and couldn't find the toilets.

"Are you okay?" Frank looked down at the pretty youngster wondering what she was doing back here in the 'workers' section. He was on his two-hour break and looking forward to getting out of the hot red suit and jerking off before returning to his "Magic Cave" site later in the afternoon. All morning he had had a continual stream of kids to see him as Santa and he had been turned on by their small butts sitting on his lap in their thin summer clothes, both boys and girls, letting his hands touch their bare legs, feel their bellies and buttocks as he arranged them for the photos and, if he was lucky, getting a quick feel of their flat breasts or even their sex when the opportunity arose. Most kids didn't mind him touching them. He guessed it was because he was 'Santa' and they didn't want to blow their chances of lots of presents for Christmas. He had had an erection for the last hour and he felt the kids squirming on it and knew they could feel it beneath them. A couple of them, boys and girls, had put their hands on it as they got off his lap and looked at him, letting him know they knew what it was, much to his surprise and excitement. Now his balls felt ready to explode and he was eager to relieve their pressure back in his room. The workers at the fair had seperate rooms for the duration of the festival in a long motel-type building at the rear of the grounds. What this youngster was doing back here, he had no idea; but she sure was a cutie.

"I'm looking for the toilets," the girl said, her eyes stuck on him, a look of amazement and wonder in her gaze. "Are you really Santa Claus?" she asked.

Frank thought for a moment. This seemed to be an opportunity too good to pass up. The kid was cute, the age he liked and innocent in a way he might just be able to use. Hell! A ten year old who still believed in Father Christmas??!!! He felt a knot of excitement build in his large gut - along with a hard pounding of his heart at the thought of what he intended to do.

"I sure am, honey," he said to her, trying to keep his voice steady and with the 'Father Christmas' joviality in it.

"Wow! I thought you were!" she gasped, smiling up at him......(cont)