Gwen was a good girl, she always had been. She was from a very conservative family who’d sent her to a private school and ensured that she got into university with strong results. She was clever. She was talented. And she was very pretty. She’d dabbled a bit with boys, and even dabbled a bit with girls, but in spite of this, nothing had ever quite unleashed her bad side the way she wanted it to.
One year while she was at university, Gwen got a Christmas job as an elf at a Santa’s grotto to help cover the cost of some of her Christmas shopping. The pay wasn’t great, but it was easy money, and she’d always loved getting into the festive spirit, so she was quite happy to don the traditional red and green dress and pointy hat, and of course the very un-sexy stripey stockings.
The grotto was located in the corner of a garden centre, and it was getting close to Christmas one Sunday afternoon at the end of a busy shift, when Santa and Gwen were the only two people left in the area, tasked with closing everything up and shutting down the grotto for the day.
“Are you enjoying being an elf?” Santa asked.
Gwen admitted that she found it fun, but her pretty smiles still couldn’t quite conceal her own frustrations.
“What’s wrong?” asked Santa, “You always seem like you’re a bit troubled, unfulfilled…”
“Ah, it’s nothing,” Gwen replied.
But Santa wasn’t going to let this go. “Come on Gwennie, tell me how I can help,” he said, taking her hand as he sat back down on his chair.
“I don’t think Santa can help with this,” Gwen laughed.
“Come and sit on my lap little Gwen,” he said, pulling her onto him.
“Ooooh Santa, this is a bit comfy,” she giggled, clearly playing up to his advances.
“Tell me what you want for Christmas, my dear,” he said, wrapping his hand around her and gripping her stockinged thigh.
“Honestly? What I really want is just a damn good fuck,” she answered plain and straight.
“Have you been a good little girl this year?”
“Oh yes Santa, always. But I want to be a bad little girl. I’m far too good.”
Santa moved his hands over her body, feeling the curves of her figure through the elf dress. “Well, let’s see what we can do about that,” he said, “I’m sure bad Santa can make you a bad little elf.”
Gwen could feel the bulge growing beneath her as she sat cross-legged over his lap, and remarked on this with approval.
“Would you like an early Christmas present?” he asked, to which she replied with a very definite ‘yes’. His hands had now pushed up her dress and were tightly groping her tits through the fabric.
“Oh fuck, Santa, I’m getting wet now,” she gasped, spreading her legs and allowing him to slip his hand between them, rubbing her dampening crotch. She turned to him and kissed him, but quickly stopped him as he attempted to pull down his fake beard. “No, leave it on, I want to feel like a really naughty little girl for Santa,” she winked at him.
“Get down on your knees, you naughty little elf,” he insisted, “and you can unwrap your present.”
She did as she was told, crouching down in front of him as he unzipped his red trousers. She was all too eager to assist him, pulling them down to the tops of his boots, followed by his boxers.
“Oh, Santa,” she exclaimed with a glint in her eye, as his hard cock stood proud before her eyes. She didn’t need his order to suck it, as she was straight to it, running her tongue up and down the length of his thick shaft, before closing her pretty red lips around his shiny bell-end and taking him deep into her throat. She devoured him hungrily, as he moaned his approval.
“Do you like Santa’s pole?” he asked, throwing off her pointy hat and gripping her long hair.
“Mmmm, fuck, yes I do,” she said, looking up at him as she impaled her throat on his hard dick. He noted that, for such a sweet, innocent sort of girl, she gave great head! She was giving head just as well as any of the other elves in his harem had before (no, of course, she wasn’t the first) – in fact, she was well on track to becoming a very firm favourite already.
But Santa needed to sample her naughty box of delights too. Lifting up her head, he stood up and pulled her by the hair, manhandling her onto his chair so they had effectively swapped places. He knelt down before her, removing her buckled shoes and hitching her dress up around her waist.
“Now, let’s take off these ridiculous stockings,” he said, peeling them down her legs and casting them aside, followed by her wet panties. Her shaven pussy glistened before him, as he delved his tongue into her, teasing her clit and parting her juicy labia, causing her to gasp and groan. The tickling sensation of his beard added further to her pleasure.
“Ohhh Santa, your tongue feels so good,” she panted, grinding her crotch into his face. He lashed away furiously at her wet lips, quickly bringing her to a shuddering climax, wrapping her legs around his head as she came on his face, soaking his beard in the process.
“Haha, I’m going to have to clean this before my next shift!” he joked.
“Mmmm fuck me, Santa,” Gwen said. But before she barely finished making her request, she was turned around and pulled down to the floor, bending over the chair, as her dress was pulled over her head and her bra removed. The elf was now bare in the grotto.
“Right, you slutty little elf, let’s put these stockings to better use,” Santa said, tying an end to each of her wrists before wrapping them tightly around the arms of the chair, restraining her. He pulled her arse up towards him, running his dick along her snatch. “You’re going to feel the full force of Santa’s pole now, and it’s pointing very North already!” he said, pushing himself inside her.
She moaned as she felt his stiff rod gradually filling her up and taking over her pussy, his hands grasping onto her hips tightly as he plunged himself deep into her.
“Still think you’re a good girl now?” he asked.
“Mmmmm, I’m not so sure, Santa,” came her reply, “but I don’t care, because my naughty little cunt needs this bad!”
That spurred him on to take her even harder, giving her cute little bum a smack as he realised she was obviously the sort of playful girl who would take pretty much anything that was thrown at her.
“You’re a very naughty girl, but you’re MY good little girl, aren’t you?” Santa said.
“Oh yes, Daddy Christmas, I’m a very good girl for you,” Gwen replied.
He rammed her harder and harder, spanking her as he went, and reminding her of her place.
“Your little cunt belongs to Santa now, doesn’t it, you horny elf?” he asked, pulling her back towards him as the stockings kept her restrained to the chair.
“Mmmmm, fuck,” she groaned, not really giving an answer either way.
“I can’t hear you, slut,” growled Santa. “Do I need to get more forceful with you?”
She giggled, saying nothing more, to which he unbuckled his big belt and removed it, preparing to use it on her. “Do I need to use this?” he said.
“Ohhhh, Santa, you know I’m your good girl already,” she teased, as he folded the belt in half. He began to brush it over her buttocks, then gently flogged them, which made her gasp, louder and louder each time as the beating became a bit more intense.
“I’ll ask again,” he said, “your little cunt belongs to Santa now, doesn’t it?”
“Ohhh, fuck yes Daddy Christmas, it’s yours,” she cried, as he continued to use his belt on her. She moaned in ecstasy as she felt another orgasm building within her, so turned on from this bizarre submission she was encountering. Then he wrapped the belt around her waist and used it like a reign, pulling her back towards him, the stockings now stretched tautly, all the while he was still pounding his cock into her dripping pussy.
“You’re a fucking hot little elf,” he said, standing up and whipping the belt over her arse a couple more times, before untying the stockings, releasing her. “Get up,” he commanded, allowing her to stand up so he could resume his usual position on the chair. He sat there, his big cock still hard and upright, and began to stroke it in front of her.
“Come and sit back on Santa’s lap again,” he said.
She didn’t need to be asked twice. Straddling him, Gwen lowered herself down onto his throbbing dick, her wet cunt easily sliding down to consume it. Straight away, Santa began to thrust into her hard and deep, as she rode him like a whore, his hands stroking her smooth thighs, his bearded mouth kissing and licking her hard nipples.
“Mmmm, fuck me Santa, this is good,” she said, holding onto his shoulders, “this is exactly what I needed!”
“Ride me, you slutty little elf,” said Santa, smacking her butt cheeks and exploring the rest of her sexy young body. She leant forward and kissed him, their tongues on fire as he touched every part of her, his fingers brushing over her soft skin, while his dick continued to own her pussy. Santa would be sat back on that chair the next day, talking to little children about what they wanted for Christmas. But right now it was a perfect little fucking location for him to claim his elf. And claiming her he was!
“Fuck, I’m going to cum again,” she gasped, another tidal wave of sexual emotion rushing through her body that made her soak his cock once more. “I love your fucking big cock in me, Daddy Christmas, I really do,” she panted, coming back down to earth again.
“Daddy Christmas needs to empty his sack soon too,” he said, suddenly standing up with Gwen still impaled on his cock. He turned around and placed her back down on the chair, spreading her legs wide and thrusting himself back inside her, as he prepared to build towards the climax. He grunted and groaned, so deeply turned on by his latest conquest, and how he’d managed to totally destroy her good-girl image with very little effort. He hoped this first encounter with Gwen wouldn’t be the last, and very much desired to make her his ‘special little elf’.
He hammered her hard, squeezing her tits and pulling her head up towards him with a grip of iron, forcing her to submit once more to him. “You’re a horny little slut, and you’re mine now,” he growled.
“Mmmmm, yes I am, Santa, I’m your Christmas present,” she moaned, her whole body rocking back and forth as he took her like a whore.
“And Santa’s going to give you what you want now, slut,” he said, his orgasm finally reaching the point of no return. “Come here and get down on your knees,” he ordered, dragging her off the chair and onto the floor in front of him.
“Oh, fuck,” he moaned, wanking his cock furiously.
“Come on Santa, empty your sack all over me,” Gwen demanded, licking her lips. She could see he was on the very brink. And she was right. He let out a massive groan, as he came all over her pretty face, spraying his hot cum like a fountain onto her, destroying her ‘innocence’ once and for all.
“There you go, you fucking slutty little elf, that’s what you get from Santa!”
“Mmmm, thank you, Santa,” Gwen said, wiping it from her face and licking her fingers.
“You’re welcome, slut, and you HAVE been a good little girl this year,” said Santa. “Now clean yourself up and get the fuck out of here.”
“That’s not very nice,” Gwen joked.
“Well, I told you I was a bad Santa,” came the response, “but, good girls get an extra little present from bad Santa.”
On the final shift at the grotto before Christmas, Santa gave Gwen a wrapped gift, and told her to open it on Christmas Day ‘in private’. Being the good girl that she was, Gwen did as she was told. Upon opening it, she was pleasantly surprised to discover a pair of sexy fishnet stockings, with a note that read:
‘My slutty little elf, thought you could do with a new pair of stockings, now you’ve hung up those stripey ones. Santa hopes to see you wearing these soon…’
