For V and Q. See you this afternoon!
Santa rolled over in bed and gathered Bubbles into his arms. She smelled of sugar with a hint of cinnamon. The Elves were such delectable creatures, tasty and sweet and always up for something mischievous. He’d met Bubbles eleven years ago when he’d signed on to be the new face of The North Pole Corporation. He was so surprised to find out that it was all fake. Most of it anyway, the elves were real, and so was their magic, but there was no such thing as Santa. Well, not really.
The air outside the covers was cold and quiet, a fresh blanket of snow must have fallen during the night. Even in the Summer, the North Pole was always covered in white. It was always Christmas here, and the business of Christmas was a busy one. Santa had a full day scheduled, photo shoots and voice overs for a Coca-cola commercial, a fitting for a new Santa suit, and then training with the reindeer, those horny bastards. But for now, he had a few more moments with Bubbles.
She was tiny in his arms, but strong with thick thighs and a round muscular butt. He nuzzled his face into the back of her head, her long wavy hair getting tangled up in his beard. Not the long flowing white Santa beard sung about in Christmas songs, just a short, somewhat scraggly brown with a dash of salt and pepper beard worn by many men in their thirties and forties. The flowing white beard was a fake, just like the belly and the laugh that he spent hours perfecting. Just like the rosy cheeks painted on just so and the red suit was a costume, perfectly created to instill the proper amount of joy in every girl and boy.
Bubbles stirred slightly as Santa’s hand moved down her warm naked body, finding its way between her thighs. She was wet, as usual, probably dreaming of something quite naughty which Santa always found to be very nice. She arched her back into him and opened her legs so that he could find her sweet creamy center and his fingers slipped right inside. She was awake now, her hands slinked back to grab his hair as she humped herself on his hands. It didn’t take long for her to succumb to a quiet, sleepy orgasm, her thighs clamping down on his hands as she rode the waves of pleasure.
“Oh, Santa! Thank you! That felt so good,” she mumbled softly as her hand reached down to grab his, still nestled between her legs. She brought it up to her mouth and sucked her sweet juices from his fingers. “Do you want to fuck me now, Sir?”
“Mmmmm, yes I do!”
Santa rolled her over on her stomach and grabbed her hips, lifting them off the bed so that her ass was fully out of the blankets and exposed to the cold morning air.
“Oooh yes, fuck me really hard. Make it hurt, please!”
Bubbles like it rough sometimes, a good dicking down was all she needed to start the day on the right foot. Like most Elves, it wasn’t coffee that put a little pep in her step. Santa pushed her face into the mattress with his hand, and positioned his cock at her entrance, holding it there as she whimpered beneath him.
“You want this cock? You want me to fuck you with it?”
“What was that? I didn’t hear you”.
“YES! God damnit, fuck me!”
And with that, Santa plunged into her wet tunnel to the tune of a loud satisfied screech from Bubbles. He thrust into her hard three or four times, pulling out far enough to give her a few heavy smacks on her bottom and then back in again. She wailed as he plowed into her, her face contorted under his palm.
“Harder, right there! You’re gonna make me co…”
She grunted and came, her orgasm pulsed through her making her toes squinch and her fingers grasp at the sheets. Her thighs shivered and the muscles in her ass clenched so tight Santa could feel the force in his cock. He spewed into her, groaning like a reindeer in heat as he collapsed on top of her. They lay there for a moment, breathing heavily, their ears still ringing with the sounds of their morning fuck.
Santa rolled off of her and gathered her in a heap on his chest.
“That was nice,” he sighed.
“What does your day look like?”
“Mmmm, I have to help the Party Committee put up decorations in the Break Room for tonights celebration. I’ll probably be there all day. Wanna meet me there for lunch?”
“Can’t. Sorry. I have photo shoot today. They’re bringing lunch on set. Meet me there if you can?”
“I’ll try, but don’t get your hopes up!”
Santa knew that she’d be decorating all day. Even with her magic abilities, she was a perfectionist and that’s why she was the leader of the Decor Corps. Bubbles oversaw all Christmas decorations at The North Pole and even some of the photo shoots and television promos he did. She worked hard, but played even harder and that’s why he loved her.
“Do you want to invite Tart and Clementine to come with us to the party? It’s been a while since we’ve had time to play with them and I know you miss them,” Santa cupped Bubbles cheek.
“Ooooh, yes Sir! Can I have them over beforehand? I want to coordinate our outfits and I’d like to get off a few times before we head to the party!”
Santa chuckled. His naughty little girl loved to play with her friends.
It was almost 5:30 before Bubbles walked through the door of Santa’s chalet. It had been a long day, but the Break Room looked outstanding. The large space was filled to the brim with flickering candles, twinkling lights, shiny colored ornaments, garland and tinsel. The whole room looked elegantly joyous without being over the top. In her opinion, it was much better than Olive Tapenwood’s ridiculously garish decor five years ago that Santa had the gaul to bring up over hot cocoa last week. She flipped her hair at the thought and walked into the bright open living room to find Tart and Clementine sitting on the sofa.
“I’d forgotten you were coming! Ugh, I have had A DAY!”
She dropped her things right there on the floor and bound over to her two friends and jumped into their arms. A cuddle-fest ensued, the girls entwined themselves together like a puzzle, and chatted mindlessly about their day. It was such a great way to unwind and after a few minutes, they were all feeling a little less stressed and a little more frisky.
Tart was always the horniest, and her hands wandered first, finding Clementine’s perfectly round breast under her thick wool sweater. The she snaked her hand between Bubbles thighs, pawing at the fabric of her pants like a kitten playing with a mouse.
“What are you trying to do, Tart?” Bubbles loved to tease her, knowing she would be the first one to crack.
Tart rolled her eyes and snatched her hand away.
“Oh, please, I know what you want. I bet you’re already dripping!”
This manner of teasing always got Tart going, and usually worked to make her even wetter. Clementine laughed.
“You know she’s already dripping. She’s such a slut for us! Want me to lick you, Tart?”
Tart rolled her eyes again, one of her most common and endearing facial expressions.
“What do you think?”
Bubbles and Clementine giggled and began to remove their clothes, tossing them here and there about the living room. Tart started to pull her sweater over her head, but Bubbles stopped her midway, leaving it covering her face with her hands awkwardly locked above her head.
“Keep those wandering hands where I can see them!”
She knelt over her friends face, her cunt dampening the knit wool, her knees holding Tart’s hands in an odd sweater bondage.
“Get her Clem!”
Clementine looked at Bubbles with a devil’s grin. They loved this game, and so did Tart. It always made her come so hard when she was held down, and being held in place by Bubbles wet pussy would make it even more alluring. Clementine rolled Tart’s pants down her long legs, laughing and yanking as they got stuck on her feet. Bubbles started playing with Tart’s nipples, squeezing and pulling them making her squirm and buck beneath her. As if she needed any more teasing, the girl was already a horny mess! Clementine spread Tart’s legs wide and gazed at her friend’s most intimate parts. Tart’s thighs started to shake in anticipation, and she moved her hips upwards hoping to meet Clementine’s approaching mouth. Clementine didn’t giver her what she wanted, not yet anyway, because making her wait was part of the game. Bubbles and Clementine laughed at Tart’s eager wantonness, but finally Clementine gave in and dove between Tart’s legs with fervor. She licked up and down her slit, spreading her leaking juices all over her vulva before concentrating on her clit. Tart wiggled with pleasure as her friends played with her, licking and sucking her clit, rubbing her exposed flesh, holding her in place as best they could. Bubbles pulled hard on Tart’s nipples right as Clementine put two fingers inside her, feeling her clench down on them.
Tart’s pleas were muffled by her sweater and her breathing began to quicken as Clementine fucked her faster and faster while keeping her mouth locked to her clit. She had to use her other hand to hold Tart’s thighs in place because she was bucking so hard beneath her. Tart’s breath caught in her throat and her hips froze in midair as an orgasm tore through her. Clementine didn’t meet Bubbles pleased smile, her eyes were closed in concentration as she enjoyed the feeling of her friend coming on her mouth and fingers.
Bubbles moved off of Tart’s face and pulled her sweater over her head, smiling down at the sated little Elf. Her hair was ruffled and messy and her face was rosy, but her smile said it all.
“That was a really good orgasm!”
The girls laughed and kissed their silly friend as she lay there like a lazy lump.
“Get up now, it’s our turn!”
Bubbles pulled Tart’s arm, placing it on her breast, urging her to pull and squeeze her nipple.
“Clem, go get the strap on. I can’t move yet!”
Bubbles moved back over Tart’s face, placing her wet pussy right above her mouth.
“No need to move. Stay right there!”
Tart leaned up and licked her friend eagerly, reaching her arms around her friends ass and pulling her closer. Bubbles gasped and settled down onto her friend’s face just as Clementine came back with the strap on vibrator, inserting one end into Tart’s glistening cunt. She straddled Tart’s hips and hovered over the long candy colored cock before plunging down onto it. The vibrations traveled through both of them, from one cunt to the other and back. Bubbles continued to hump Tart’s face in unison with Clementine’s thrusts. They moaned together as they used their friend for pleasure, reaching out to grab each other’s hands. Clementine kissed Bubbles, pulling at her long hair.
“Let’s come together. Come with me!”
They smiled at each other determinedly and finally, with a loud howl, they came.
“What do we have here?”
The girls looked up, surprised to see Santa standing in the doorway grinning.
“Looks like I have three very naughty Elves on my sofa!”
The girls rolled off of Tart and into a heap of giggles. Santa sat down next to the pile of naked Elves and patted the nearest rump.
“Come on ladies, sit on Santa’s lap and tell me what good girls you’ve been!”
Tart rolled her eyes and Bubbles and Clementine burst into laughter, but they all found a spot on Santa’s lap and told him all about their afternoon of fun.