Mrs. Claus Gets Elfed (Stocking Stuffers)

This book is a work of
fiction.
 
Names, characters, places, and
incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously and
are not to be construed as real.
 
Any resemblance
to actual events, locales, organizations or persons, living or dead, is
entirely coincidental.

Copyright
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2012

Sapphire Del Rey is acknowledged as the author of this book

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Table of Contents

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

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“Thank God that’s over for another
year,” Mrs. Claus, Candy to her friends, grumbled as she watched her husband,
Santa, pull away from the North Pole’s launch pad in his sleigh.
 
“This gets worse every year.
 
Damn kids and their need to have it
all.
 
Time was, they’d be satisfied with
a stick horse and some gum.
 
It’s not as
if we’re not all busting our asses for those ungrateful brats.”

She hated to complain, but really,
each year, the “wish lists” submitted by children became longer and longer and
filled with more hard to obtain items – like the one little girl who wanted not
just a pony, but a pure-bred Arabian from bloodlines thought to belong to a
long-dead desert prince from the eighteenth century.
 
Now, even adults were sending her husband their “want lists,”
feeling a bit too grown up for a Wish List, but still wanting free stuff.
 
All that meant was more work for her and the
elves.
 
Certainly not for her husband,
the man who got all the glory and did none of the work.
 
Prick.

No, the real hard work was left to
her and the elves.
 
From sorting the
lists to figuring out who was naughty and who was nice, even down to packing
the sleigh, she and the elves did it all.
 
Most of the time, that meant she was too tired at night for any nookie,
but still, it would have been nice if the bastard had offered.
 
Even once.
 
But no.
 
He told her he was
holding out for when she “slimmed down to her old Size-0 figure” because she’d
really let herself go – at least in his words.
 
As if he had room to talk, the fat pig.

What he really meant was that he
was more than happy to bang young college co-eds with huge, fake tits whenever
he wanted, while she stayed home and played “mommy” to the elves.
 
It wasn’t even as if she was as big as he
was these days.
 
Was she curvy?
 
Certainly and her currently Size-6 dresses
proved it.
 
But she was nothing like the
rotund woman the media liked to portray her as.

And as for the elves, well, there
were days she wanted to do more than “play mommy” with them, but if that was
their thing, then she could be into whatever they wanted.
 
It took all kinds and she was more than
willing to adjust accordingly.

“He’s gone, babe.”
 
From somewhere behind her, the voice of one
of the elves came floating out of the darkness.
 
“What say we get this party started?”

“Sure.
 
What the hell.”
 
Turning,
Mrs. Claus found Jimmy – or it could have been Johnny or even Claude, since all
the male elves looked pretty much the same – waiting to escort her back to the
main toy assembly room where the shop floor had been cleared and a giant party
room had been set up.

Every year, once the fat man was on
his way, she and the elves broke out the booze and snacks and lived it up.
 
Fitting since she had no doubt her husband
was busy screwing his way across the globe at that very moment.
 
She had considered not holding the party
this year, mostly since the elves took weeks to recover and there was more than
one baby elf running around that hadn’t been here last year at this time.

Then she’d thought of her jolly old
horny husband again and decided she had nothing to loose.
 
She wanted to party, so why not?
 
It was only one night and if some elf got
knocked up, she’d deal with it later.

“Lead the way,” she told the elf
beside her, taking a moment to study his ass as he turned to lead her into the
party.
 
Looking like he did, it was no
wonder that most women fantasized about fucking an elf at least once in their
lives.
 
She did.
 
All the time.

As she walked into the party, the
noise almost overpowered her.
 
Things
were a bit more raucous than usual this year, not that she cared, really.
 
This was their night to cut loose and enjoy
themselves.

She took a cup of punch that Steve
– she did know
that
elf by name after that fantastic foot massage he’d
given her a few months ago had gotten her off and made her orgasm twice – and
then leaned back against the wall.
 
Taking a generous swallow of punch, she was surprised to note that it
was a bit sweeter this year than in the past, with just a hint of something
sour.
 
She had no idea what was in it,
but it was good and when another elf walked by with an extra glass, she
promptly snagged it and downed it in one gulp.

Man, Steve was gorgeous, she
decided as he walked away.
 
Yeah, she
knew they all looked pretty much the same, but damn, he had a tighter ass than
the others.
 
And a bigger cock.
 
She’d seen that first hand over the summer
when he’d accidentally lost his swimming trunks after diving into the
pool.
 
She didn’t use the indoor pool
much these days, busy as she was, but every once in awhile, she let go and had
some fun.
 
She sure had had fun that
day.

After that, she’d thought about
approaching Steve for a quick suck and fuck, but had decided against it.
 
He was a good worker, which she desperately
needed these days, and she didn’t want to put him in that kind of
position.
 
No elf refused her anything
that she wanted.
 
At least not if they
didn’t want to spend the year scooping reindeer shit from the stalls.
 
She did have some power around here, after
all.

After a few minutes – or was it
longer? – Candy had consumed at least three more glassed of punch and a couple
of cookies, just for good measure.
 
When
Steve passed by her again, he took one look at her and promptly removed the
glass from her hands.

“Slow down, Candy, hon.”
 
He frowned as she licked her lips in what
was a rather seductive manner.
 
“How
many of these have you had?”

She shrugged, eyeing his crotch
with sudden interest.
 
“Doesn’t
matter.
 
It’s all good.
 
Just punch.”
 
Though given the way her head was spinning, just a bit mind you,
she wondered if there was a little something extra in the holiday beverage.

“Yeah, about that.”
 
Steve looked kind of sheepish and rubbed his
hand on the back of his neck.
 
“Donny
sort of spiked the punch.
 
We watered it
down.
 
Don’t need another year with Karl
sitting on top the Christmas tree, the star up his ass, riding it like it’s a
pony.”
 
He took a sniff of the liquid
still left in the glass.
 
“Just maybe
not watered down enough.”

Candy, ahem, Mrs. Claus,
shrugged.
 
“Doesn’t matter.
 
It was just enough.”
 
Then she gave Steve a lascivious look,
remembering yet again the way his hands had felt on her feet, the strong
fingers, powerful from making toys year ‘round, pushing on the sensitive areas
and making her pussy ache like her husband hadn’t managed to do in years.

And, oh yeah, Steve was built.
 
Well, all of the elves were, really.
 
For as fat as her husband was, he demanded
that his staff be in top shape, down the last elf.
 
And Steve and his fellow elves were – more than sculpted, they
were built like porn stars.
 
Hard,
sculpted muscles with strong bodies and, since they were elves, with massive
cocks to match their massive sex drives.

“Just enough for what?”
 
He frowned into the glass again and looked
up to find Mrs. Claus looking at him and licking his lips.
 
Yeah, this was kind of not right.
 
Then again, Candy did have great knockers
and he’d really liked the view he’d had when he’d massaged her feet a few
months back.
 
Who knew the woman
preferred g-strings?

If rumor was to be believed, Santa
hadn’t played hide the salami with his wife in at least two years, maybe
longer.
 
There was, according to Frank,
who was the head of the sex toy department, a reason that inventory always came
up far short every year – and not just by a vibrator or two.
 
More like twenty.
 
Plus other toys.

Not to mention that every elf here
knew that Santa thought his wife was “too damn fat,” as if the big guy had room
to talk.
 
Personally, Steve couldn’t
find a damn thing wrong with her.
 
She
was 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.

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.