Good old Saint Nick smiled and gave Mrs. Saint Nick a kiss on her plump, rosy cheeks and then let her go about her merry way. She was baking Christmas gingerbread men. With the help of her handsome little baker elf, she was quite content to let old Saint Nick go back to his lists.
Saint Nick went out the back door, into to his workshop and sat on his stool. He picked up the list that he and Mrs. Saint Nick had been working on the night before. She always liked to help him and as she would say, keep him honest.
“Hmm Mrs. Claus marked you naughty but you Miss Nancy were ever so sweet last year. You never know if I’m watching or not. I saw you gave your boss some good cheer. With a sweet little smile and a great big gulp, you even gave in and swallowed,” said old Saint Nick to himself. He then marked nice instead of naughty. Next, he moved onto Judy who was a naughty little slut, with quite a firm little butt and marked nice for her as well. He did the same for Cherry who had caught him coming down the chimney last year. Wearing candy cane stockings and red lace panties she danced and stripped and was full of good Christmas cheer. Good old Saint Nick worked away while humming silent night and checking his list.
From the corner of his eye, he noticed with a twinkle, in walked a decent little elf with a gentle like way. She was short and slim with great big breasts and wide set hips. Great old Nick gave her smile and as she approached reached out and gave the bell on her hat a gentle little flick.
*Jingle
“Great Saint Nick what are you doing?” asked the sweet little elf, holding her hands crossed in front of her.
“Making my list and checking it twice. Have you been naughty or nice?“ asked old Saint Nick with a small little smile.
“I think I have been nice, I do try very hard,” she confessed quietly as a mouse.
“Little elf Tina what brings you to my shop this eve?” he asked as she stood looking down. She was quiet and shy and old Saint Nick liked that about her.
“Oh, great Saint Nick every year you chose one very lucky elf to ride with you on Christmas,” she started, and great old Saint Nick put down his list and turned toward the sweet little elf.
“Little elf Tina I won’t play favorites. So, if you came to be chosen, you must wait like everyone else,” he scolded her with a smile and a gentle hand upon her shoulder. He thought to himself with a moment of doubt that he may have been wrong about little elf Tina. Maybe she was naughty and a little elf slut.
“Oh, it wasn’t for me. It was for my husband Jim who works on trains. He has never been chosen, and it’s his work he blames,” she said hoping deeply that her cause wasn’t lost.
“Oh? Jim is such a wonderful elf. His trains are built with such great skill. I planned to make him a toy department boss this coming week, but you shouldn’t say nil,” confessed Saint Nick and gave the little bell another gentle flick.
*Jingle
“Oh! That is such great news it is sure to soften the blow if on Christmas Eve he doesn’t get to go,” she said with her spirits lifted, and cheeks aglow, with a nod of her head and a smile spread wide, she turned to go.
“Little Miss Tina stay and answer a question for me,” Saint Nick said, and Tina turned back around.
“Yes?” she asked, and old Saint Nick looked again to see she was short and slim with great big breasts and wide set hips; and thought I just might fit.
“I could make an exception just this once, if only you’re willing to make a deal,” he told her and smiled a great big smile.
“Oh, anything great Saint Nick, shall I work I extra hard, sew you a new hat or bake you a meal?” she offered and stepped closer excited that Jim might go.
“Well, hold on little elf Tina. Answer this question first. Are you a good little elf or a ho ho ho?” he said with a chuckle at his little pun. His eyes all merry; were watching her and his hand on her bum.
“Oh, no no no,” Tina said but with a naughty little smile and a wicked inner glow,“ I have naughty thoughts at times like any elf would, but cheating is just so wrong you know.” she finished and blushed deeper as she tried to step away.
“But little elf Tina,” Saint Nick said, his eyebrows raising, “you said anything.” he reminded her.
“I did and I would, if not married. I would make the naughty list for sure, and Jim would be ever so pissed,” she said and spun away from him.
“I make my list, and I check it twice. I know who has been naughty and who has been nice,” he assured her. She looked at her feet, and between her legs, she felt warm as spice. Secretly inside, she had always wanted a ride. Great Saint Nick then dropped his red velvet pants, his cock sprung life and little elf Tina was so nervous she danced.
“It’s so great and big, and I’m small as a twig. I’d never be able to take that; it is just so long and fat,” she cried out in shock, yet inside she was excited as ever. She wanted that more than ever.
“Little elf Tina it’s only a dick, you can suck it just like a candy cane or a sugar stick,” said Saint Nick and Tina fell to her knees. She started with the head and worked down the shaft. After just a little bit great old Saint Nick pulled her up and slipped his fingers under her little green dress. Little elf Tina was hot and ready, her little panties soaking wet. He moved them aside and she squeaked, quite eager. His finger entered her, and she moaned, and she giggled and very shortly she was cumming with vigor.
“Oh! Saint Nick, it may be too big, but I am ready to try. Fuck me hard before I just die,” moaned little elf Tina her words let out like a cry. Saint Nick smiled big and broad, then he bent her over the workbench and gave her a go. She wiggled and moaned and jiggled and groaned. He was quite big for her and stretched her wide. She gripped the wood bench edges hard and screamed in pleasure. He pounded her elf pussy, and she came and came, but was worried that he might blow.
“Not inside, if Jim ever found out I’d just cry. If he ever left me, I’d curl up and die,” she whispered between moans.
“You’ll be fine,” old Saint Nick reassured her and then fucked her faster and harder. She came over and over, and the little bells on her hat began to shake and ring. He smiled and had an idea, good old Saint Nick began to thrust, moving his hips in tune.
*Jingle jingle jingle her little bells rung.
Back in the kitchen, the cookies were all done. The kitchen all clean. The little baker elf John was putting all the dishes away. Mrs. Claus was not ready for all the fun to be over. Old Saint Nick was still out back, and the list wasn’t done. She watched the baker elf and wondered if he was quite well hung. Her mind made up she reached out and pulled Baker Elf John to her. With a firm grip, she slipped him down below her red and white trimmed dress. He wriggled and squirmed, shocked about what had just happened. He then noticed she wore no panties and her pussy was wet and warm. He leaned in and gave her a lick she tasted just so sweet. He smiled big and deep. He had always fancied Mrs. Claus and wanted to fuck. He felt like a reindeer in rut.
With a giggle, because his little beard tickled she pulled his head deeper and moaned. She felt bad and dishonest, but she and Saint Nick had been married so long they had agreed it was ok to have some fun. Baker elf John’s tongue flicked up and down and back and forth. She moaned and gripped him tighter and tighter. Then his pudgy little elf fingers found her rear and he pushed with his thumb.
“You’re a naughty little elf!” she let out a gasp and cried out loud.
“That I am, and I’m also very proud,” he replied and crawled out from beneath her dress.
“What’s that mean? Shush! Don’t be so loud!” she asked the baker elf in a hushed whisper.
In answer, he dropped his drawers, and Mrs. Claus stepped back in shock. He was short and stocky with a great big fat cock. She lifted him up onto the sink. She took him all the way into her mouth and gagged a little as his fat cock hit the back of her throat. The little baker elf was so surprised he moaned and came right away. Mrs. Nick wasn’t surprised; she was no spring chicken, but she could blow. She continued and swallowed his load.
He hopped back down and wiggled beneath her dress. He fingered her hard and licked her clit. Mrs. Saint Nick leaned back and let him go. As her orgasm began to grow, she let out a gentle groan. Her cheeks turned red, and she began to glow.
As she was about to cum, she heard Saint Nick’s voice bellow.
“Ho Ho Ho!”
Then smiled for some sweet little elf played jingle bells in the workshop out back. She came and came and thought this is proper holiday cheer.
