Is She a Good Girl or Naughty Elf?
Like a lot of girls, my first job was at the local mall. It was Thanksgiving break and I was at Victoria’s Secret when I overheard the sales girls talking about the mall hiring for the Xmas season. I’m very pretty, the sort of pretty men and women turn their heads to look at, so I assumed I’d be an extra cashier at VS, where everyone would get to enjoy my beautiful face and firm curves…
Yup, I got a job where EVERYONE would see me…standing next to Santa as an elf! I was not thrilled but it was all they had – the costume was cute enough, a little too short and definitely too tight in some places – the striped stockings wrapped around my legs and fit snugly on my thighs.
One day after work I went to say ‘bye to Santa. He was still sitting on his chair and patted his knee.
“Ho ho ho, little elf…have you been a good girl?” His voice was booming and I couldn’t resist – I knew my bare ass would be on his leg, because the skirt was so short, but hoped he wouldn’t notice and climbed on.
cock
“Santa, of course I’ve been a good girl!” I wriggled, trying to get comfy. It was hard to get comfortable when I could feel the naughty parts of me starting to swell and throb. I’d made out with a few boys and knew what was happening. That meant it was time to stop before something bad happened!!
I liked sitting on Santa’s lap. Quite a lot, judging by how wet I was getting. Was it the white hair? The beard? The promise of presents from an older man? Maybe it was because I could see, down in the middle of his lap, that Santa liked me sitting on his lap as much as I liked sitting there…
ass
Santa put his arm around my shoulder and pulled me closer.
“Well, my little good girl, what is it you’d like for Christmas?”
“I…I’d like to see your cock, please Santa.”
“Oh ho,” he murmured, pulling me closer to that curly white beard. “My little elf would like a gift from Santa’s sack?”
I turned to face him, opening my legs to spread them wide across his lap and straddle him. He cupped my perky ass with his big white gloves. I could feel myself dripping onto the cotton fabric, his big hands squeezing my ass, the tips of the fingers just barely entering my crack. I moaned. Shocked at my behaviour I tried to pull away but he had such a firm grip on my ass and it just felt so good…
hard cock
I gave in and sank down on his lap, his hard cock and the red fur feeling like electricity on my throbbing clit. I moaned again and started riding – I tried to be soft, I didn’t want to leave wet spots on his rented suit, but IT FELT SO GOOD.
“Mmmmm…” Santa groaned, moving his hands to my waist and pushing me down onto his cock so hard I could almost feel the furry tip enter my wetness. God, I wanted Santa to fuck me.
“You ARE a good girl, aren’t you?” He took one hand off my waist and slipped it under my skirt, glove still on. He started rubbing that white cotton against my clit which only made me buck hard all over his lap, the need to feel his cock inside me getting worse. “I don’t think you want to be a good girl, do you?”
“No, Santa,” I replied, somewhat breathless from trying to control myself. I’d been so busy trying not to cum all over Santa’s suit I’d forgotten we were in the MALL!!! But it was closed and nobody was around…I hoped…
“Please…please Santa, show me how to be a bad girl. Make me a naughty elf…”