Commissioner Reward - That Special Time of the Year (Patreon)

This story was actually written last month, hence the Christmas theme, but I didn't want to upload it alongside anything else and have it or the story it was appearing alongside get overshadowed. So I'm releasing it now, I hope y'all felt like a little extra Christmas smut!

As was nearly often the case once Thanksgiving had passed the kitsch and style of the holiday season exploded into being seemingly overnight. Decorations lined every lamppost, shop window, and house to a picturesque degree. Although snow had already been falling on and off for months it seemed to ayer more thickly atop buildings and cars. Almost as if mother nature herself wanted to be part of the festivities. But the seasonal trappings were just limited to atmosphere and decorations. In keeping with a decades long tradition the ninth street mall was already selling gingerbread cookies in it's bakery and a new Santa had been hired, along with a retinue of Elves of course, for the weeks leading up to Christmas. To the surprise of many parents upon first spotting that year's Kris Kringle seated upon his throne the powers that be hadn't found a genial old man who didn't even need a fake beard to pass for the genuine article. Instead they'd selected a tall, relatively fit young gentleman with piercing green eyes and strong demeanor about him. Yet when the first child sat down on his lap a change seemed to come over him and like the flipping of a switch suddenly he was the jolly old elf everyone expected him to be. Complete with a belly shaking laugh and a booming voice. And from the minute the mall opened to the minute it closed he would be found waiting to hear the wishes and gift ideas of any child passing by. Allowing for momentary 'cookie breaks' for both him and his Elves of course. 

The first day passed by in relative mundanity, Santa's Marine Corps physique notwithstanding, and it was only when the mall finally closed that anything interesting happened. While the rest of his coworkers had already left Karl remained behind to tidy up the 'workshop' that comprised his office during work hours. At the sound of soft, nervous footfalls he straightened and readied himself for one last performance. His bosses had warned him that corporate liked to stop by after hours with their children from time to time and he was sure that was the case. But when he turned around he found only a single Middle Eastern woman standing beside the velvet rope lining his little area. Her head was covered by a black hijab that matched the long sleeved, ankle length black dress covering her remarkably petite body. It managed to paradoxically hide and accentuate her features in a way that would've seemed deliberate were it not for the obvious religious elements of her look. She was undeniably buxom and shapely but in perhaps the most understated way a beautiful woman could be while still looking gorgeous. Her hips and breasts were quite curvy and full bodied while her rear managed to be both tight and wide at the same time. In comparison her face was surprisingly angular and sharp despite the nervous warmth she exuded. Her cheekbones were quite high and her dark brown eyes had an appealingly exotic shape to them that was matched by her prominent nose and small, plump lips. All in all the stranger was an uncommonly pretty woman by any standards and in Karl's hometown she was practically from another world. For a split second he forgot himself and simply stared at her with wide eyes and a slightly open mouth. He managed to recover soon after and awkwardly step over the present around him to approach her.

“Did you need some help ma'am?” He asked, even though she looked to be about his age or perhaps younger. When she didn't respond he asked her again in Arabic and that managed to garner a reaction.

“I speak English.” She replied in a wonderfully soft voice.

“Oh . . . sorry about assuming . . . you didn't . . . uhm . . . did you need some help?”

“No . . . I was actually looking for you?”

“You're looking for me?”

“Mmhmmm.”

Feeling more curious than ever he stepped off the dais altogether, “What do you want from me?”

Looking more embarrassed and unsure than any other woman he'd seen the stranger bit her lip and stared at her feet for several seconds. The silence and her uncertainty went on so long Karl started to wonder if she was okay. Before he could ask however the woman suddenly reached out and pressed her palm against his crotch. It was such an unexpected and surreal action he didn't know how to react. His member started to swell at her touch and the moment she felt that reaction her other hand joined the first. By the time he'd found his voice and was about to push her away she'd slipped both hands into the front of his red slacks. Her fingers dipped into his boxers and closed around his steadily hardening member. Suddenly torn between pulling away from her and allowing it to continue Karl's indecision lasted just long enough for her to pull his dick free of his pants. Along with his balls. As it throbbed in the open air she sank to her knees and started stroking his length. He was more than big enough for her to need two hands to properly cover his shaft but that only lasted a few seconds. Soon she was simultaneously cupping his sack and tenderly jerking him off at the same time. A small groan escaped him as the softness of her touch really started to sink in. He hadn't been back in town long enough to hook up with anyone and her timid but incredibly pleasant handjob was the first time anyone had touched his cock in a long time. The circumstances of the whole thing being straight out of a porno hardly seemed to matter. Particularly when her warm lips enveloped his tip a few seconds later. Upon feeling that he couldn't help but stare in amazement at this total stranger about to start sucking his dick in the middle of an empty mall.  Surreal didn't even begin to describe it.

When she started sliding down his length his hands jumped to her head and held on for dear life. She moved at an initially slow pace only for things to steadily grow faster seemingly at random. After a couple of inches had disappeared into her mouth she lurched forward to suddenly take several more in quick succession. There was a brief pause during which Karl groaned and tried his best not to blow his load too quickly. He had no idea what his mysterious partner wanted but it only made sense she was looking for a lot more than giving him a blowjob. His efforts were put to the test when she swallowed up the remainder of his dick like it was nothing a couple of seconds later. The feel of her warm, tight throat wrapped around him along with her lips pressed snugly against his waist was fantastic. Glad he'd continued shaving himself despite his sexual drought Karl stared down at her in with a combination of disbelief and pleasure. She looked up at him with nothing but pleasure spread across her face. The edges of her lips curled up into a smile as she slowly pulled back. He watched his spit covered dick emerge from her lips centimeter by centimeter, her tongue dancing around his member as it retreated from her throat. Fully expecting her to pull back entirely and stand up he was quite taken aback when she reached the tip of his shaft and wasted no time sliding forward again. This time she didn't slow or stop and he was treated to the equally delightful sight and feel of his prick vanishing back into the amazing confines of her mouth. He was even able to glimpse a small amount of distension as her neck bulged outwards and pushed her hijab forward in the process. The moment he noticed that ego boosting detail it was pretty much all over. Karl managed to last another few seconds, just long enough for her to slide back off his dick one more time, before hitting his limit.

“I'm gonna cum!” He exclaimed.

His hands left her head in a last ditch effort to be considerate but from the way her eyes lit up he could tell she wasn't about to let him finish anywhere inside her mouth. Sure enough she immediately buried his entire length inside her throat a split second after his announcement, seemingly delighted by how quickly he'd finished. At least that's what he assumed her rapturous grin and constantly shivering body indicated. Such things were hard to tell when his mind was going blank and the rest of his body was goring rigid. There was a brief, penultimate moment where his cock was the only thing moving as it throbbed away inside her throat so violently she actually gagged a little. But it was much too late for Karl to react with his usual level of concern when a woman had trouble taking his entire dick. About the only thing he could do was try to remain upright as cum erupted from his shaft to gush straight into his partner's belly. She let out her first proper moan as it cascaded past her taste buds, a sound bringing across both her enjoyment and disappointment rather equally. Her eyes glittered in delight as she looked up at his fake bearded face. Eventually they rolled back in her head and shut altogether while his own had closed the moment he started cumming. He pumped load after load into her with near total abandon and the constant trembling of her throat all but milked him dry in the process. Loud slurping sounds mixed with the occasional moan from one or both of them echoed in the otherwise still air. The wet gurgle of her tongue sloppily writhing around his shaft soon joined the medley when she opened her mouth a bit wider. Towards the end of his powerful but brief climax she began to pull back. As the last of his spunk oozed out the stranger managed to catch a few dollops o n her tongue. When he eyes opened it was to the sight of her smiling face sitting with tongue outstretched and his pulsing tip resting against it. A small puddle of jizz pooled on in the concave shape it formed and he watched her promptly gulp it down with all the rest.

“That was something else!” He exclaimed, pulling off his hat to wipe the sweat from his brow. “I know it's kinda late to bring this up but I never got your name.”

“It doesn't matter.” She replied. Standing up a moment later and giving his member one last kiss the woman turned away without another word.

“Hold up!” Karl remarked. He quickly tucked his dick back into his underwear and went after her, “What's—what is this? What's going?”

She paused to face him and simply replied, “I gave you a blowjob.” 

“Well obviously! But why? How come I can't know your name?” Offering him a shrug in response she walked off at a brisk pace while Karl was left to wonder what the hell had just happened. And how come that sort of thing didn't occur more often.

The next day Karl spent pretty much every free moment thinking about that interaction and attempting to rationalize it. When he was working such things were pushed out of his mind for a myriad of reasons but during lunch, bathroom, and any other corporate mandated and allowed breaks he couldn't think of anything else. It was practically an obsession. To such a degree that when the end of his shift came around he  stayed behind while everyone else left yet again. The likelihood of that woman returning seemed minimal and yet barely ten minutes after the mall had closed down there she was standing in the same place as before looking near identical. She wore a white hijab instead of a black one but otherwise she was exactly as beautiful, enigmatic, and sexually eager. That last element was reinforced when she all but jumped into his arms for a long, passionate kiss. One Karl was all too happy to reciprocate even if he was determined to get some answers. They made out for quite some time while she none too subtly grinded against him. And just when he started to wonder where it was all going she reached into his pants and whipped out his rock hard shaft.

Only this time she didn't start sucking it but rather simply stroked his length while continuing to kiss like they were a pair of horny teenagers. Both her kisses and the movements of her hand increased in ferocity until he was forced to sit down or risk his knees buckling entirely. His peculiar lover paid his weakness no mind and simply jerked him off with remarkable enthusiasm. When it finally came time for him to cum, several minutes later than the previous night Karl was proud to say, she pulled away from his lips and let his jizz splash warmly across her face and breast. He happily unloaded no small amount of cum all over her and only worried about the mess after he'd finished. But the woman didn't seem to mind the stains or the smell. If anything the wild eyed look she had upon standing up seemed to convey the exact opposite reaction. Visibly out of breath and trembling she ran her hands up and down her supple body while he watched with confused arousal. It briefly looked like she was about to start masturbating then and there, particularly when her hands drifted down her thighs to rub unmistakably against her sex. Karl was so taken aback by the prospect he didn't know how to react aside from sitting up and leaning forward. His cock stiffened once more and after a few seconds she stopped entirely. Once more she offered naught but a grin as explanation. With his cum still dripping from her face and seeping into her clothes she strolled off. Her confused partner started to go after her but something stopped him after a few steps. 

He might as well let this whole thing play out as long as possible and try to get answers during or before the sex. Because afterwards she seemed wholly uninterested in conversation. More than a week passed with that new status quo, his unknown companion simply appearing after his shift and leaving with just as little fanfare. He started asking her name and details about her but was always met with giggles, smiles, and other non answers that usually helped distract him from his goal. Well distract him from one of his goals since the other, more basic one was accomplished quite thoroughly. On the third night she went back to sucking his cock only this time doing so while visibly playing with herself at the same time. To his surprise and delight she pleasured herself with a level of passion and enthusiasm usually reserved for overacting in porn. Only hers seemed as genuine as such things could. He managed to cum even faster than before as the sights, sounds, and smells of her little show did a number on his libido. When night four rolled around he got his first chance to feel her pussy for himself. Although she kept it hidden she guided one of his fingers deep into her slit and urged him to finger her as hard as he wanted. Despite those words Karl was still more gentle and concerned than he might have otherwise been but that seemed to pay off rather nicely once she began grinding against his hand. He managed to slip a second digit in there and, after a few seconds of assaulting what was most certainly her g-spot, bring her to a nice, gushing orgasm. It didn't last long and she seemed to recover rather quickly but it was clear when she walked off that he'd made quite the impression. At least if the thoroughly soaked lower half of her dress was any indication.

The fifth day saw a combination of the two with his lover passionately going down on him while he in turn fingered her. Getting into the right position was kind of difficult but in the end it hardly mattered as both of them enjoyed a nice, luxurious orgasm for their efforts. She gulped down his cum while he soaked his fingers in her juices and for the first time they lingered there for a minute or two after finishing. Mostly in silence with her head resting on his lap and his hand rubbing her legs. But like every other time she departed in silence and left Karl to wonder what was going on. After that his nights started to blend together in a very positive way. She made no significant changes to the rhythms they'd already and enjoyed and instead simply bounced between them as her mercurial whims seemed to dictate. Sometimes she'd jerk him off while he was knuckle deep inside her pussy. Other times she was content simply sucking him off without any attention paid to herself, often with a messy facial closing out the evening. About the only noteworthy change to anything ended up being a rather minor shift during one of the nights he did all the pleasuring. Rather than facing him as she was brought to orgasm the woman turned her back and seemingly offered up her plump ass instead. But when he mistakenly tried to slid a digit into her second hole he was soundly chastised for his boldness. While she had an ear to ear grin of course.

In the blink of an eye Christmas was only a week away and Karl had spent every single night pleasuring and being pleasured by a woman he knew absolutely nothing about. Beside that she had quite a bit of pubic hair, a very messy orgasm, and some sort of aversion to telling her name. Growing more curious about it all by the night he resolved to learn at least something about her before the end of the holidays. Even if that meant flat out refusing to have sex with her until she told him her name. It was a drastic decision that his younger self would have murdered him for but he was starting to feel uncomfortable with the anonymity of it all. So when night fell and the mall emptied like it always did he waited for his inscrutable companion. But she didn't show up. He remained for nearly twenty minutes past when she normally arrived, the clockwork nature of her appearances finally occurring to him a few days prior, and still there was no sign of her. It finally seemed like she'd had enough and no longer wanted or needed whatever she was getting out of their dalliances. Outside of sexual gratification at least. Karl gave her ten more minutes just in case she was running late or something had come up. Once those had passed he stood up feeling a lot more disappointed than he expected by the sudden change of events. He was hard pressed to to be slightly hurt by the abruptness of it all. His ego remained nicely inflated from all the apparent pleasure he'd given her but as he left a nagging little thought slipped in to deflate his confidence: perhaps she'd left because he hadn't been doing a very good job. That same thing had happened before during high school but that was more than a decade ago. Maybe things hadn't changed as much as he thought.

“I guess I'll never know for sure.” He muttered as he approached the employees only exit, “At least it was kind of fun—shit!” Patting himself for a few moments he swore again, “Fuck me I left my phone behind.”

Heaving a weary sigh he turned back and marched through the empty mall to retrieve his cell. The moment he stepped into the main foyer of the mall he knew things were amiss. Someone or something had turned on all the lights surrounding Santa's workshop. The entire place glowed like a beacon and even if he hadn't needed to go there already he would have been drawn to the sight all the same. He didn't even consider the notion that his nightly companion might be responsible for it until Karl saw the big, comfortable chair he normally sat on. Seated with her legs crossed a shy grin on her face was his lover, still wearing the same black dress only this time accentuating it with a deep blue hijab. She stood up as he approached and motioned towards the spot she'd just occupied. Unable to resist the prospect of more sex despite all his posturing he sat down and looked at her. Like so many times before she knelt down and pulled his cock from his pants. But rather than stroking him or wrapping her lips around the tip she straightened. Karl's eyebrows shot up and his mouth dropped. As if it were nothing his companion lifted her dress until it was bunched up around her hips, not only revealing her long, smooth legs but also the already dripping pussy he'd spent so much time pleasing. The curly strip of black hair above it was soaked in juices and her expectedly puffy outer lips were already spread apart like the petals of a blooming flower. Beads of arousal clung to the warm, pink inner folds while her rather large clit was already swollen with arousal. Keeping her clothes out of the way she wriggled onto Karl's lap and straddled his waiting dick.

“You're beautiful.” He murmured, looking up at her from beneath his over the top costume.

“Thank you.” She blushed.

She reached back and lifted his cock up to her pussy, slowly lowering herself onto it without any fanfare or build up at all. Karl's hands immediately closed around her waist as he groaned and shut his eyes. His partner let out a similarly protracted moan and allowed her dress to fall back down and obscure their connected bodies. Holding onto his shoulders with a surprising amount of strength she sank all the way down to the base in a single movement. The moment her outer folds were pressed against his waist she started rising back up his length. Just as eager to get right into things as always she wasted no time settling into a long, smooth rhythm that sent her gliding up and down his shaft at a toe curling pace. For a time Karl simply enjoyed the sensations as they hit him, both delighted and amazed by how tight she was around him. He wasn't the most well endowed man in the world or anything but with hard she squeezed his cock it almost felt like it. Soon just sitting there while she did all the work wasn't enough for him. Since he couldn't contribute in the ways he might normally have his only recourse just so happened to be the simplest one.

As she slid down his cock he suddenly thrusted upwards and sent the last few inches of his member plunging into her at a much faster pace. A shiver wracked her body and she looked down at him in surprise. Their eyes locked and for a moment he wondered if he might have gone a bit too far. Her wide eyed stare quickly melted into an approving nod and his fears were promptly put to rest. She started bouncing on his prick faster than ever and each time he thrusted upwards she moaned with a little more enthusiasm. The chair beneath them began to groan and creak from the weight of each collision while the ever increasing smacks of their colliding bodies soon drowned it out. Slowly but surely the pace of their movements reached a fantastic crescendo. Neither of them even realized they'd hit that point until several minutes had come and gone and they were still furiously making love at the same hungry pace seemingly unabated. She rode his cock as hard and as fast as she possibly could and he did everything in his power to make her feel even better whenever he could. Usually by thrusting at the right time or grabbing a handful of her ass when she came shuddering down to the base of his member. Whenever he was particularly successful her inner walls would clamp down around him and her face would make the cutest little expression. A mix of surprise, delight, and determination with a sprinkling of embarrassment at how loud she was being. That reaction alone would have been enough motivation for him even all the other stimulation had been completely absent. With all of that added pleasure in full effect he was finding it harder and harder not to cum. Time was certainly not on his side and after nearly ten minutes of frantic sex that was proven once and for all. Grunting through tightly clenched teeth he gave her one chance to pull away if she didn't to risk pregnancy.

“I'm cumming!” He warned.

“M-me too!” She replied.

Correctly assuming that meant he was free to finish inside her Karl thrusted like mad for a few more seconds before sliding every inch of his shaft into her pussy. Both of them moaned in unison as their respective orgasms washed over them. She threw her head back and grinded fast and hard against him while he soaked her inner walls with his first messy jet of spunk. Juices squirted out of her in powerful jets, much of it caught by her dress with only flecks managing to splash across his body. But even without directly feeling the results the effects of her climax were impossible to miss. Not with his dick buried so deep inside her and the tight confines of her cunt furiously contracting around it with every second that passed. Each time a new spurt of cum erupted inside her she would jump a little and immediately sink back down to make sure he stayed within her at all times. Within seconds her pussy was filled to the brim with his cum and thanks to the constant trembling thick strands of it were being squeezed out alongside the torrent of fluids already seeping out of her. It wasn't long before the sheer emotion of it all sent her slumping forward against him like she'd passed out. Were it not for the weak kisses she planted on his neck and face Karl might have thought she did  lose consciousness. Had he been capable of thinking about anything other than how amazing her pussy felt wrapped around his dick while he emptied his biggest loads yet inside it. He didn't even care about the mess they were making or how easily they could be discovered. So long as that beautiful woman remained atop him squirming and gasping for air that was all that mattered in the world. Even after his orgasm finished hers continued on and he happily remained inside her for the duration  Regardless of how sensitive his dick was in those moment he did everything in his power to prolong her ecstasy. At one point he even attempted to resume thrusting when her wild quivers lifted her an inch or two up his shaft. That particular feat proved beyond his capabilities though and instead he simply held her tight while she gradually came down from her sexual high.

When she was finally done shaking Karl's mysterious partner shakily pushed herself upright to look down at him. He smiled at her and asked, “Are you ever gonna tell me your name?”

Rather than smiling and pulling away like she had so many other times the woman looked anywhere but his face as she answered, “My name is Maram.”

“Maram . . . that's a pretty name . . .”

“Thank you.” 

A momentary shiver passed through them as his cock slipped free of her pussy and cum started to drip out of her at a steady pace, “How come you've been hooking up with me Maram?”

“Can't it just be for the sex?” She asked in quiet but slightly amused tone.

“I suppose. But most women probably wouldn't insist I keep this costume on.” Karl pointed out.

“That's true.”

“So why are you different?”

“It's kind of embarrassing.”

“I'm sure it's not that bad.”

Maram's cheeks darkened and she looked at him with a nervous smile, “Well I'm Muslim.”

“Oh really? I had no idea.”

“Shut up.” She said, looking both amused and flustered by his comments.”My family never celebrated Christmas, And growing up I only ever lived around other Muslims. So Christmas has always been kind of . . . foreign to me.”

“How long have you lived in the United States?”

“Only a few years. But even before I moved the idea of Santa was a taboo one. Everyone I know treated it like something bad and somehow that ended up a fascination for me.”

“Huh . . .” Karl idly stroked her stomach with his thumbs as he considered what she was saying, “So you have a Santa fetish.”

'”I just call it a fascination.” Maram stated, “It sounds less dirty.”

“It does. Although how you enjoy that fascination doesn't quite match up.” He laughed.

“No I suppose it doesn't. But it's not like I do this all the time!”

“Just every Christmas.”

“No!” She halfheartedly smacked his chest and comically frowned at him, “You're the first one I've ever wanted to 'hook up' with.”

“Wow, I'm honored.” Karl stated with a fair amount of sincerity. “How come you're finally tell me all of this?”

“I'm not sure . . . I guess maybe it felt like I was taking advantage of you somehow.”

“Well speaking as someone who's been taken advantage of plenty, this is a welcome change of pace.”

“I'm glad.” Maram giggled. She bit her lip and stared intently at him for a moment, “Would it be all right if we kept doing this?”

“Yeah I think I can find a way to work it into my schedule.”

“Really?”

“Of course! My name is Karl by the way.”

He somewhat awkwardly offered her his hand and after a few seconds she shook him, “It's nice to meet you Karl.”

“It's nice to meet you Maram.”