Literotic asexstories – Santa's Little Elf by SecretGarden,SecretGarden
It was Petra and Ulli. Petra was leaning against a workbench bent over at the waist, her ripe tits dangling beneath her, swaying slightly back and forth as she moved. She was naked, and he could see the smooth curve of her flawless skin flowing from her ample white breasts past a flat tummy, over a ripe pair of buttocks, down a slim yet muscular flank, past the delicate calf to her dainty little foot, of which only the toes remained on the ground with each of Ulli’s thrusts. The jiggling buttocks which had caught his eye a moment earlier were currently spread wide to accommodate the thrusting of Ulli’s urgently stiff cock, and seemed to grasp and suck at it as it plunged between the two bubbly pillows. Ulli would pull out slowly, tease around the moist puckered opening for a moment until a mew of longing escaped Petra’s lips, then plunge back inside to bury himself within her moist depths with a shared groan of passion. Petra rolled her head back, eyes closed, luxuriating in the delicious sensations caused by Ulli’s shaft straining upwards within her. The motion caused her delicious bobbing elf-breasts to thrust forwards, piping nipples standing at attention and begging to be tweaked. A moment later a particularly forceful thrust from Ulli sent her forward, her breast mashing against the flat surface of the workbench and bulging elastically outwards. A giggle escaped from her throat and she tossed her curly red hair to look back at her lover. “Oh, Ulli…”
Ulli grasped his lover by the hip with one hand, and with the other reached down to capture one pert soft breast in his cupped fingers, giving the aching nipple a little tug as he did so. Petra arched her body upwards, Ulli’s hand still on her tit, and with a thrust and tilt of his pelvis she was up, suspended on his birch-hard cock, writhing and twisting in passion, her slim waist and generous breasts on display in the cool air of the studio as her cunt spasmed around his impaling cock. Her lips found his and they kissed passionately, Ulli pawing and mauling at her breasts as she continued to ride his pole with utter abandon. Ulli staggered backward to a half-finished rocking chair and sat down in it, his hungry cock standing at attention like the fount of creation. Petra refitted her soft open pussy onto it, and slid down wetly, eyes closed, red curls shaking, breasts jiggling as she bottomed out and started teasingly upwards again. Soon she was sliding her little elf-snatch up and down with abandon, eyes still closed, chest thrust out achingly, her smug tits beaming upwards, topped by two little cherry-red nipples.
Santa cleared his throat, and the two young elves turned their heads to look. When they saw who was watching them, they froze for a moment, then Petra burst out, “Oh Santa! You always stop us just when we’re starting to have some fun!” She grinned poutingly, but Ulli at least had the grace to look shamefaced as she pulled off his cock with a little pop, primping at her coppery curls with one hand.
“You two look like you’ve more than just started. Now, you know how much work we have to do before Christmas this year. All the good girls and boys are waiting for their presents. Get your clothes on and get back in that workshop so they won’t be disappointed.”
Ulli mumbled assent as he fumbled with his pile of velvet fur-trimmed clothes. Petra also began to dress, but Santa could have sworn that she wiggled her tempting little ass at him as she bent over her discarded robe. Her pussy was opened up like a little flower, its pink petals on display for him and glistening with moisture. Before he could tear his eyes away, a drop of wetness ran down one of her sculpted thighs, leaving a sparkling trail as it went. Santa shook his head and went out through the rear door, stepping abruptly into the crisp polar air.
He needed to clear his head. The pressures of the holiday season were getting to everyone, it seemed. Petra and Ulli weren’t the first pair of elves he had caught playing “hide the pole”. In fact, come to think of it, he thought he had seen Petra giving head to Olfar in the reindeer stables last week — at least, it had certainly looked like her set of red-bronze curls that had been bobbing up and down on Olfar’s prong, as his hands fumbled within the unlaced top of her robe, squeezing and kneading her joyous tits as her talented mouth did its work. He had almost said something then, but a moment later Olfar’s muscles tensed and his prick began pumping ropes of semen into her still sucking mouth. Then she was lacing up his velvet breeches, and he was reluctantly stuffing her ripe tits back into her robe, and with a few words Santa didn’t catch they headed off in opposite directions.
To make matters worse, he wasn’t getting anything from Mrs. Claus lately. She has made it known that she was fed up with the late schedule he was keeping in order to get all the work done before the holiday, and most nights when he came home it was to a cold dinner and a pillow on the couch downstairs. He recalled the days when they had been first married. She had been a buxom wench of an elf, and could suck the color out of a candy cane. He had loved to titty-fuck her in their sleigh-bed, her pointy red tongue reaching down to lick the tip of his cock on the upstroke, its head disappearing into her pillowy mounds on the down. Those were the days… Perhaps when the Christmas season was over he would try to recapture some of that old flame. Maybe that would work.
Santa shook his head. Here he was, behind on his work schedule, and he was daydreaming. Time to get back to the workshop. He tried giving a jolly “Ho ho ho!” to make everything right again, but somehow his heart wasn’t in it and it didn’t come out sounding the way it usually did.
When he re-entered the workshop, Santa noted with approval that Petra and Ulli were back at work, completing the assembly of the rocking horse. But the hem of Petra’s robe seemed unusually high, because it rode up whenever she bent down to work on the rockers. He couldn’t quite tell if she was wearing anything under it, and he couldn’t stop recalling how inviting her ass and flowering pussy had looked in the back room. If it rode up just a little bit farther, he might be able to see it again… Santa jumped as her luscious ass wiggled, just as it had back in the storeroom, and he realized that he had been staring, and that now her sparkling green eyes were looking right back at him. She giggled, but didn’t say anything as she bent back over her work, hitching her robe up another fraction of an inch as she did so. Santa tore his gaze away.
The rest of the evening passed slowly. Toward the end of the shift, he saw Petra and Ulli exchanging significant, smoldering glances. Petra’s glistening red lips formed into a pouting O shape, and her pointed pink tongue ran lightly around its edge, flicking out momentarily and then retreating back into the moist depths. Her eyes swiveled toward Santa a moment later and winked, and Santa felt himself blushing almost as red as his robe. Fortunately, his bushy white beard hid his embarassment from the elves. Before he could react, the steam-whistle blew announcing the end of the shift, and the elves began to troop out of the workshop. With a saucy toss of her flaming curls, Petra took Ulli by the hand and led him towards the exit. She paused as they passed the spot where Santa stood, stretched up on tiptoe, and kissed him on the cheek. Her full breasts bursting beneath the robe flattened hungrily against his chest as she did so, and Santa felt his pole begin to stiffen below his belt.
“I’m sorry for what I said earlier, Santa. I know you’re just trying to do your best for the children,” she cooed, her minty breath fresh upon his face, as her sparkling green eyes stared into his from mere inches away. Then with a little giggle, she flicked out her tongue to trace the tip of his earlobe momentarily, and was suddenly dancing away, grasping Ulli by the hand again, and heading out the door. Santa was left speechless, smelling the lingering scent of her lithe warm body, seeing her figure silhouetted in the doorway, full breasts proud and high on her chest, red hair falling to her waist, long legs slender and irresistible. The Ulli was scooping her up with both hands, she was flinging her arms around his neck, and they were gone. Santa could well imagine how they would spend the night, wildly fucking, perhaps with Olfar joining in for good measure. He sighed, and turned to survey the state of his shop.
They were not doing too badly. A lot had been accomplished, despite the elves’ tendency to sneak off together from time to time. With a little luck, they might be back on schedule by next week. Here was a doll’s cradle that wanted finishing, and there was a wooden toy soldier half assembled. If he stayed, he might finish them tonight. For a moment, he thought of Mrs. Claus. He ought to go home to her right now, he supposed. He would pick her up, carry her up the stairs, throw her on the sleigh bed and fuck her senseless, lick her hairy dripping snatch until she squirmed and begged him to stuff her with his big hungry cock…
Santa sighed, picked up a hammer, and began attaching the headboard to the doll’s cradle. He simply had to finish these toys by Christmas Eve. The children of the world were depending on him.
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The candle on the workbench had burned low by the time Santa was finished with all the toys. He just had one more to put together, a red-painted sled with wooden runners. As he held a runner up to the light, eyeing its curve, a slight noise made him turn his head. There, by the door was one of the young elves — Timma, he thought her name was.
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