Mrs. Claus Gets Elfed (Stocking Stuffers) by Sapphire Del Rey Page B

nicely curved everywhere and had tits that were perfect for just about
anything a guy might want to do.
    If the way Candy was looking at him
was any indication, she was more than ready and willing to give him a
spin.   And suddenly, Steve was up for a
little fuck.   He wondered how many of
his friends were, as well.   The chance
to stick it to the boss’s wife didn’t come around often and he wondered who
else he might share this fine opportunity with.
    Mrs. Claus must have been thinking
along the same lines because she gave him that wicked grin again and reached
out to cup him through his pants, his cock already partially erect and
definitely aching for some prime cunt.
    “Have any friends who might want to
join the party?”   There was a hint of
anger in her eyes, but Steve wasn’t going to be picky.   If she wanted a revenge fuck with an elf or
four, who was he to dissuade her?
    Licking his lips, he nodded.   “I think I can find another man or two.   Give me a minute.”   Leaving Candy still leaning against the wall, Steve quickly
sought out a few of his friends and in moments, had them gathered around him.   To the rest of the elves, he knew it looked
as if they were all just talking about something completely innocent, rather
than discussing all of the potential ways they wanted to drill the boss’ wife.
    This was going to be the best night
of their lives.

Chapter Two
     
    Candy was excited and more than a
little breathless as she led the group of elves down a back hallway and into
Santa’s private sitting room.   She’d
thought about simply stripping down and fucking someone, probably Steve, in
front of everyone.   That was a little
too exhibitionist for her tastes, however, and really, doing that might get her
more cock than she bargained for.   She
wanted a hot fuck, not an STD and heaven knows, the way the elves got around,
most of them had at least one.
    Settling herself in Santa’s chair,
she slowly spread open her robe, showing just enough hip and leg to get the
guys interested.   She was, after all,
good at this and had been for quite some time.   In fact, she’d met Santa while she was working the pole in the Kit-Kat
Room of Cheater’s Lounge in Sarasota one Christmas Eve once upon a time.   Waaaaay once upon a time, more than
she cared to think about.
    “So what do you say, boys?   Ready to party?”   She looked at each of the elves in turn.   First was Steve, then Jimmy whose ass she
had admired earlier, followed by Donny the Punch Spiking Elf and finally, Frank,
the man in charge of the toys she loved to play with so much.   She was hoping he’d brought a little
something with him, just in case things got boring.
    When no one moved, she sighed and
slid off the chair, dropping any pretext of subtlety.   Instead, she flicked the single toggle clasp on her cape, the one
she’d been wearing as she saw Santa off on his journey and allowed the cape to
fall to the floor, revealing the red bra and panty set she was wearing,
trimmed, of course, in white fur.
    “Hell, if I’d have known that,
you’d have never made it out of the launch bay!”   That came from Jimmy, who had been busy stroking his cock while
watching her disrobe.   He approached
her, his tongue brushing along his teeth.   “And I do like a little meat on my bones.”   He brushed his hand along the curve of her hip and she shivered
at his touch.
    Elves were normally hot-blooded
creatures anyway, but an elf who was ready for a nice fuck?   Then his touch was downright scorching and
Candy preened a bit under his gaze. Reaching out, she slid her hand along his
crotch, pleased when she felt his dick harden under her caress.
    “And if I’d have known you were
packing that kind of equipment, you’d have never made it to the party.”   Then she sank to her knees and yanked down
Jimmy’s pants in one smooth motion.   His
cock sprang free, drops of pre-cum glistening on the head.   “Shall we?” she asked