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Hurry Down the Chimney, Tonight	By : quinnfabraysmut Category: G through L > Glee Views: 25126 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. I borrowed Mr. Puckerman, but I did give him a first name.

Chapter List
- 1-Hurry Down the Chimney, Tonight
- 2-Do You Want My Body
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Note: I may finish this with a Will/Quinn chapter.
“Hey, there, tiger…” the mall Santa, aka Daniel Puckerman, said as 16-year-old Quinn Fabray, Santa’s helper, placed another little boy on his knee.
He easily held the kid up with one gloved hand as he sneaked the other under her skirt and palmed her ass.
Quinn relished Mr. Puckerman’s hand on her ass. The glove he wore was soft and silky and not so thick that she couldn't feel his fingers at least a little.
She was only working this one Saturday, filling in for a fellow cheerleader for the day. She knew Noah Puckerman’s father would be the Santa, and she couldn’t wait to see how he’d react to her sexy outfit and the way her body filled it out. But, Mr. Puckerman was unlike any of the usual scared older men checking her out.
As soon as she winked at him, he took that as an invitation to push boundaries.
They were obligated to give early comers a short photo session of Santa and his helper at the North Pole. As they moved together to pose, he’d pulled her close around the waist, moved his hand to the small of her back.
She moved his hand, secretly from her waist to her ass, and she smiled as he squeezed it. Quinn Fabray was no innocent schoolgirl. Then, she whispered, “I want your big dick” into his ear just as the last pictures were taken, and all boundaries were broken.
She was glad this job was mindless and so simple because he’d lit a spark, and now she was out of control horny.
Her outfit made it worse because she felt really sexy in her red velvet dress that showed off her ass perfectly and barely covered it. The corset top showed plenty of cleavage. She felt on display, and every time a little breeze blew, she felt it on her pussy.
The dress was a modified version of the Mrs. Claus dress, but she wasn’t really playing Mrs. Claus. She figured the mall administration had thought it would be weird, a 40-year-old Santa and a 16-year-old Mrs. Claus.
So, she was just Santa’s sexy helper. Somehow, the 16-year-old sexpot role wasn’t too weird for the mall administration. There had been a few fathers in the line who winked at her. When Mr. Puckerman saw them, he’d squeeze her ass extra hard, and she’d gasp as her stomach flipped.
She’d always had graceful sexuality, and she had always known how to use it to her advantage, never giving in, always staying in control. That hadn’t been long ago, but she was not the same girl now.
Puck had somehow gotten her to lose her well-honed control. He wasn’t even that great. He was just a big man child, a little all over the place, but, despite the inconvenient pregnancy, it had awakened something dirty in Quinn.
Now, she wanted dick all the time, but she wanted it from people who weren’t supposed to lust after 16-year-old girls, the riskier the better. At first, she simply masturbated to a lot of older men/younger women porn to tamp down her need.
Soon, that wasn’t enough, though. She had to make her fantasies come true.
Her pastor, Will Schuester, dads at football games… she had very openly flirted with all of them, casually flashing her panties under whatever short skirt she was wearing. She always seemed oblivious to anyone watching, but the men she was showing off for knew exactly what she was doing.
The power motto was long forgotten. She wanted to please a man with her pussy, and she wanted his cock, deep, hard, and raw.
She took note of their responses, mostly furtive glances at her ass. The one man who never acknowledged her effect on him was Will Schuester, but she had felt more than one hard-on under his pants when they danced together even while she was still pregnant and ignoring it.
If anyone had opportunity to give her what she wanted, it was one William Schuester. He could’ve kept her after school with any flimsy excuse about Spanish or Glee, but he never did.
Neither did anyone else, but she knew Daniel Puckerman would. She couldn’t wait for the first thrust of his dick into her pussy.
She would have taken the dick of any man who gave it to her, but Mr. Puckerman was her dirtiest fantasy come true. She’d only met him once before, but he had reminded her of Will Schuester, the man she couldn’t have. He was handsome, gentle exterior, masculine but also very flawed, and that manly bad boy thing had Quinn soaking wet.
Now, somehow, he was right there, hard and touching her.
He was the biological grandfather of the baby she’d given up—she’d obviously slept with his son. He was taking increasing liberties with her body, and it was all feeding her need, her hunger.
She was beginning to fear she may do something right there in the middle of the mall that would get them both fired and him thrown in jail if he didn’t stop her. She wasn’t sure he would.
She took a deep breath and moved back to her position next to Santa’s chair, and, as Mr. Puckerman had the usual conversation with the little boy, he grabbed her ass again.
Meanwhile, Dan was having the time of his life. The nubile 16-year-old girl who’d had his son’s baby was practically quivering with his every touch.
He was going to fuck her today, and he knew it.
As she moved back into position next to his chair, he half listened to the little guy on his lap. It was time to stop fooling around, so he moved his hand down from Quinn’s ass to her crotch. He momentarily lost all awareness of anything else but the unexpected wet spot on her panties where her pussy had clearly gushed.
He almost bucked the poor guy off his knee when she spread her legs a little wider and rocked ever so slightly against his fingers.
His dick twitched, and his hard on grew. It was getting damn near painful. He wasn’t taking his hand off her any sooner than he had to, though, so he tuned back into the boy to distract himself.
She wasn’t handling it any better. She wasn’t getting all she needed. His fingers were amazing even when she couldn’t feel them fully, but she needed more.
As soon as little Jimmy, or Timmy, or Bobby—whatever—was back on the floor, with another squeeze of her ass for good measure, Quinn turned to Mr. Puckerman.
“I’m going to take a little break. I need to use the restroom. I’ll be right back,” she said.
“Okay, sweetie,” Mr. Puckerman said in his best Santa voice. “Don’t be too long, though. We’ve got a lot of little boys and girls left before lunch.”
He was quite sure he wouldn’t be eating lunch but he would be getting exactly what he wanted, a teenaged pussy wrapped around his cock.
He was sure it would happen, and if they got through these kids quickly, they might even get more than an hour before they had to be back at 1pm for the Saturday afternoon rush.
“I won’t be long. I promise,” she replied and winked with her back turned to everyone waiting in line.
She knew they were getting away with their game, but she didn’t know how.
She hurried toward the nearest restroom. When she got there, she went into a stall and quickly reached under her short skirt and dropped her panties to the floor.
She stepped out of them and picked them up, stuffing them in her bra, stopping only long enough to feel just how wet she was. She knew Mr. Puckerman wanted her, and she wanted to give it to him. In fact, she was determined for him to fuck her hard and spend the better part of their lunch break with his cock shoved up inside her pussy.
She sauntered back as quickly as she could in her sexy black wedge ankle boots, toward the Santa station, feeling very free. Her moist pussy tingled in the open air.
It was time for Quinn to erase any and all doubt in his mind that she wanted his cock.
“I’m back!” she announced.
She brought the next little girl up to Santa and lifted her to his knee. She was waiting for it, but she was unprepared for the jolt that his hand on her bare ass sparked in her. Her pussy gushed. She could practically feel his skin on her ass with half the barrier gone.
Quinn looked into Mr. Puckerman’s eyes, trying to convey her hunger, and he raised his eyebrows as if to ask where her panties went.
Quinn winked and pulled them from her cleavage just enough to reveal red silk. She smirked at the quiet moan she knew Mr. Puckerman tried to stop.
“I wish you’d been there to watch me take them off,” she whispered in his ear.
Daniel knew how young Quinn was, but she was too hot to resist. Her toned, muscular but slim legs, her round, firm ass, perfect tits he knew he could fit in his mouth. He loved tits like that. The costume, as skimpy as it was, hid entirely too much of her body for his liking, but If her ass was anything to go by, he knew it was spectacular.
Her pussy was already wet for him, and he was sure she’d be tight. Younger pussy was always better, and Quinn was younger than any girl he’d ever had.
Quinn hoisted the next little one onto Santa’s knee and stood very close to his chair inviting his touch. Sure enough, almost immediately, he was running his finger between her bare pussy lips. She whimpered, and he took it for the signal that it was.
He plunged his index finger deep inside her pussy. Oh, she was tight. He knew he could get his whole dick in there, but he also knew it would squeeze him so good.
And, for once, Quinn was thankful that the little tike had a very long Christmas list because it gave him the time to drag his finger along her g-spot over and over, and explore deep into her pussy.
She shuddered, and her knees buckled, almost sending her to the ground but for her superior athletic ability. She could tell his hands were rough and calloused, and it felt amazing.
Suddenly, he withdrew his finger, and she was in such a daze, she didn’t notice everyone staring at her.
“Quinn?”
“Huh?..Oh!”
She quickly regained her composure and moved to lift the next child up.
About 20 kids were left in line. She was torn between hurrying them through or continuing her teasing and maybe finding an excuse to sit on Santa’s lap to feel just how hard she had made him. She knew the kids couldn’t feel it because they sat so far away, but she sure would because she’d snuggle right into his embrace.
She decided she’d feel it without any barriers soon enough, so she lifted child after child onto Santa’s lap. Every single time, his hand went right back to her ass or pussy as he listened to their laundry list of Christmas wishes, but he never put his finger back inside. She missed the feeling, and she grew more and more sexually frustrated.
An hour later, the last child was up, and Quinn was a quivering, sopping wet mess.
She mustered all her strength to lift him up, and Mr. Puckerman’s hand went right back to her ass. He simply lightly palmed her bare ass as he listened to the boy. It was the last straw, so she was thanking God and the real Santa that this was the last one.
As soon as she set the boy down, and he ran off back to his mother, Quinn leaned over Mr. Puckerman to whisper into his ear. His sweat and cologne were as strong as ever, and her pussy gushed. “I’ll meet you in the mall restroom near the east entrance. No one ever goes in there. Give me a 2-minute head start. I’ll be in the women’s bathroom, naked and waiting.”
The east entrance was on the other side of the mall, so after waiting and then leaving his jacket, hat, beard, and wig on the chair, he took almost ten minutes getting there. He pushed the door open and almost came in his pants when he saw Quinn, exactly how she said she’d be, naked and waiting.
Quinn Fabray was a dirty old man’s dream, and there she leaned against the sink, shapely legs wide open, creamy thighs and the sweetest wet pussy he’d ever seen, bare and exposed for him.
When she saw him, she said nothing right away, but, using two fingers, she pulled her pussy lips apart. It was so pink and wet.
“Take off your pants. I want to see what you’ve got for me, big boy.” When she finally spoke, her voice had taken on an even deeper husk than he’d heard out on the floor of the mall.
Now his dick was hurting because of how hard it was, and he took no time to pull off his boots, undo his belt and drop his pants. The Santa clothes were ridiculous, but they hardly mattered to either of them.
Quinn hoisted herself onto the sink and leaned back to watch, legs still open.
“Mmmmmmm,” Quinn moaned as soon as she saw his 7-inches pop straight at her. It looked so thick and long to her, but she wasn’t sure if it was really such a gorgeous cock or she was just that hungry for dick. She didn’t care at the moment. She just needed it. “Come here and give me that.”
“What do you want, little lady? I need you to tell me ‘cause I ain’t into rape,” he said.
“I want…” She paused, swallowed and lifted her gaze from his dick to his eyes. “I’m 16, and I’m horny. What I want is for you to come here and fuck my cunt ‘til it’s full of your cum. Then, I want you to do it again and again. I want to feel it for days.”
Her blunt, demanding, dirty mouth stunned him for only a moment and then it spurred him into action. He strode toward her and lifted both legs, spreading then even wider.
Wow, she was flexible.
He plunged his cock balls deep into her pussy as he pulled he pulled his shirt off. Neither one cared about the consequences.
“Fuck,” he breathed. It was so hot, tight and wet that he had to steady himself on the sink and pause, still balls deep, and regain his composure so he didn’t ejaculate immediately.
“Fuck me!” Quinn demanded. His cock was amazing, but she needed him to move. “Fuck me, damn it!”
“Okay.” He took a deep breath and pulled her legs even wider apart. She was leaning back against the mirror when he started pounding into her.
“Kiss me,” she demanded. He kissed her hard, jamming his tongue inside of her pretty mouth, exploring every inch like his cock was exploring every inch, ever crevice and ridge, of her pussy. He tasted of mint and cigarettes. Quinn’s was intoxicated by this depraved man.
And even though he was taking orders from this sex kitten of a teenage girl, he didn’t mind. Her pussy was so good.
She knew he could do better, though. She wrenched her mouth away from his. “Harder, harder, harder,” she chanted. She kept it up even as she stretched her legs wider still as he pounded, pounded, pounded harder.
He really had been hard a long time by this point, though, and very soon he reached his breaking point.
“I’m cumming” he grunted.
“Give it to me…cum deep in my pussy,” she said. She knew it was fast, but she wanted it.
He released a torrent of cum, like a firehose that started a fire deep in her cunt instead of putting it out. She felt it battering her cervix hard and fast, and an orgasm she wasn’t even trying for racked her body. She shuddered and seized, lifting herself up for maximum effort. She squeezed his cock for all it was worth with her strong pussy muscles, draining his balls for a good minute. It just kept coming.
Then, he was empty, and he fell back, finding the door to lean on.
She watched the cum drip out of her as he pulled out. She smiled “Well, that was a good start.” She chuckled, breathless.
“Give me a minute, and I’ll give you another round,” he panted.
“Oh, you’ll give me two more rounds at least before we leave this restroom,” she said.
She watched him leaning against the door, panting, his dick hanging limp. He was really hung and ruggedly handsome in a soft sort of way. Yes, his dick, even hanging limp, was pretty damn nice.
She inhaled the scent of sweat and cologne mixed with sex that were even stronger now. It energized her, and she jumped down and dropped to her knees, pussy dripping a little still, and started to stroke his dick.
“Shit, little girl. You don’t fool around,” he said.
“Nope…I need this again,” she said. She stroked his cock harder. “This time, you’re gonna bend me over the sink and give it to me even harder and cum even deeper inside my pussy. But, first…”
Without finishing her sentence, she put his cock in her mouth. She took it all the way to the back of her throat, and just as she was about to gag, she pulled back and bobbed up and down on it, all the while brushing her fingers over his balls.
After a few minutes, she pulled off and licked his scrotum from one side to the other. “Your balls are so soft and tight. I can’t wait to drain them in my pussy again.” Everything was saying was true, and the blow job and her sexy voice had brought his cock back to life.
She stood up, turned her back and wiggled her perfect round ass. “Now, come have your way with me, you dirty old man.” She was clear-headed about what she wanted, despite the lust that fueled her actions.
He pounced, pushing her forward to the sink again. He attacked her neck with his mouth and her boobs with his hands. He kneaded and pinched them, and she moaned like a porn star.
“Bend me over and fuck my brains out, stud.” She knew she was feeding his ego, but he deserved it if he was going to fuck her like she hoped.
He did. He pushed her down. Her boobs smashed against the hard marble of the sink, and she loved it. She watched in the mirror, as he lined his dick up with her pussy and plunged it in.
“Shitttt!” she gasped. “Pound me!”
Her pussy was just as tight at this angle, and he wished he could savor it. She was clearly impatient, but he couldn’t resist pausing long enough to bend over her back and growl in her ear. “How is your pussy so hot and wet?
She didn’t mind stroking his ego a little more. “It’s because of your cock…now, go deeper,” she demanded. “Deeper.”
He thrust deeper and harder, deeper and harder, until his balls slapped her clit, and an orgasm hit her hard. “Fuck me!!!” she shouted as her body seemed to shatter from the inside and her pussy squeezed, gushing all over his cock.
It was all he could take. He tried to obey her, but all he could do was give her a couple more thrusts before the heat of her pussy squeezing and spurting juices all over his cock triggered his orgasm. Then, all he could do was push in and out a little as his balls emptied into her just like she wanted.
This was all her, and even though he wasn’t used to taking orders from the women he fucked, somehow with this vixen, it only made him want more.
At this angle, as he thrust just slightly upward into her cunt, his cum hit her and dripped, instead of battering her cervix, she felt it paint her pussy walls. It was heaven.
She felt Mr. Puckerman’s dick release its last drop and start to go soft in her pussy, and it was so wet and still warm that she couldn’t help but just lie there and feel his cum inside of her. It was an indescribable feeling.
Eventually, his cock slipped out, though, and they both heard the drip, drip of some of his cum hitting the floor.
“Shit,” he said. “The cleaning crew is going to know what happened in here today.”
She pushed herself up and turned around and smirked. “Yeah, but they won’t know it’s the cum of a sleazy old guy dripping from the pussy of a girl he really shouldn’t be fucking. If they only knew how much she needed it.” She kissed him hard, then pulled him into the handicapped stall.
She pushed him down on the toilet and leaned over, purposely giving him an eyeful of her tits. “You have another round in you?”
“Mhm,” was all he could answer with her boobs in his face and her sex-enhanced scent invading his nostrils.
“Good. Now, I want you to last longer this time. We’re going to go slow, and I’m going to really feel that big dick of yours,” she said.
She pushed his knees together and sat down on his lap facing him. Her dirty talk had given him a semi, but she needed him to be stiff as a steel pole. So, she used her pussy.
First, she ground down on his balls, spreading the wetness of their still dripping mixed juices all around his scrotum.
The both moaned at the searing heat generated before Quinn moved her pussy up and along the underside of Mr. Puckerman’s dick.
“Did I tell you how nice your dick is, baby?” The term of endearment was not a serious one. She wasn’t falling in love or anything, but the idea of sparking the fantasy in him sent a spark to her pussy.
She was likely going to have his baby inside of her, so what was the harm?
That last thought, of his oceans of cum already inside of her pussy with more to come, likely impregnating her, made her pussy pulse.
She needed his cock again, and it was ready. She lifted herself, lined her hole with his dick, and slowly, slowly sank down.
“Oh, fuck!!!!” she breathed, looking straight into his eyes. “I can feel it all stretching me so good.” She pulled up and sank down a couple more times. “Feels so hard inside of me, pulling on me so good.”
Up and down she went, filing the room with her moans and profanities.
She was talking enough for the both of them, so he figured he’d do something he’d wanted to do with his mouth for a while. He put one of her tits into his mouth.
Her tits were perfect. They were pert with small, sexy pink areolas. Her nipples were just long enough for biting, and they were standing straight out.
He moved from one breast to the other, taking each one completely into his mouth as she moved up and down on his cock. He stopped long enough to tell her, “I’ve been wanting to taste your boobs for a long time.” he said.
He didn’t expect to be allowed to eat her pussy today, but this was enough. He was fucking and sucking this beautiful and horny high school student, and he wasn’t going to waste his time wishing for more.
“Lick them,” she said.
He obeyed. He let go of her left boob and moved to the right, licking all over it, around the nipple, then all the way up to her neck.
The strong, pungent scent of sex and Daniel Puckerman filled the room, and Quinn was in heaven as he licked her still sensitive, somewhat enlarged boobs.
She knew this wouldn’t satisfy her completely, but finally getting a man to fuck her so good was a good start. She was more determined than ever to get Will Schuester to give in. She set a goal then and there for Valentine’s Day. There’d be no romance, but she’d finally get the prize dick she’d wanted probably even before she knew it.
She’d probably be just short of showing by then. And, if by some miracle, she wasn’t pregnant yet by then, well by God, Will Schuester would finish the job.
As she let her thoughts run wild, Mr. Puckerman’s dick finally hit her cervix, and she released a guttural moan so sexy he shot his load with no warning, not that either of them cared.
“Fuck, so good,” she practically screamed, squeezing her pussy on his cock.
Shooting straight up and into her, this time his cum hit her cervix and painted her pussy walls at the same time. It was like fireworks inside her pussy, and it was the best feeling.
The slow buildup had clearly made his load bigger, and she was so happy it had. Besides, his dick had felt incredible pushing and pulling on her insides.
As they came down off their highs, Quinn squeezed the last drops of his cum into her pussy, neither spoke for a while as she rocked her hips back and forth, back and forth,
“That was fun,” she said as they finally settled. She stood up and watched the cum drip down his cock and a little from her pussy. She grabbed a tissue and wiped her cunt. She walked out of the stall and picked up the clothes she’d left in the corner. She checked her phone for the time, then quickly put the dress on and re-entered the stall, where he was still recovering.
She tossed her panties at him. “You can have these. Get cleaned up. We’ve only got 5 minutes to get back to the Santa station. Oh, and, Mr. Puckerman?” He looked up at her, and she put on an faux-innocent air. “After work, you’re taking me to a cheap motel, and you can dump a few more loads in my pussy.”
She strutted out of the bathroom, and Daniel Puckerman groaned. The afternoon was going to be sweet torture.
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