Jingles watched as the big man thrust into her mouth. He watched the drool drip down her chin and soak the top of her dress. He saw the tears smear her eye make up onto her cheeks. But what was in those tears? Were they glittery tears? Tears of joy? (Author’s note: Elves have tears of joy that glitter. That is no canon, deal with it.) Did Trixie enjoy this?
Finally Santa pulled her back as she let out a big gasp for air. “Are we *GASP* nice now?” she asked, panting between words.
He spit in her face. It smelled of cookies and peppermint. “No you are still very fucking naughty. Stand up.”
She obeyed without question. He pulled her dress off leaving completely naked except for her thigh high socks, soft green pointed shoes, and her green belled hat. Her pale skin was totally exposed. Santa reached a finger down between her legs “I think she likes this Jingles” he said with a smile, “but just in case.” Santa grabbed a long strand of tinsel from the tree and used it to bind Trixie’s hands together.
Jingle’s pointed ears were red with rage but still he could not look away. Frozen by the sight. And, to his own shame, a little aroused.
“Tell me Trixie” Santa continued “What do naughty elves get?”
“They get punished.” She said quickly.
“Correct.” And he laid her over his knee. Her ass high in the air. His large hand came down hard onto her ass. He was not performing, he was not holding back. The sting could be felt throughout Trixie’s body. Without giving her time to adjust he slapped her other cheek, alternating a few quick slaps between now bright red cheeks.
“Now” Mr. Kringle went on “Jingles, what else do naughty people get?”
Jingle’s response was inaudible as his eyes turned away from this giant of a man and his petite wife bent over the man’s knee. It was only the sound of another hard slap followed by Trixie’s yelp that brought his attention back. He could see handprints as red as his boss’s hat on the white skin of her ass and he responded with a slightly louder “Coal.”
“Once more?” his boss’s booming voice said as a hand came down harder than before onto his wife’s awaiting ass.
“COAL” Jingle’s said as loud as he could.
“That’s right. And would you look at what I have have.” The large man reached into his red pants pocket and pulled out a black rock. It wasn’t like other pieces of coal, it had been shaped and polished. Egg shaped and flared at the bottom this looked deliberate. “Naughtiness gets coal.” He leaned forward and spit into the crack of Trixie’s ass. His large finger working it down to her tight hole. He pressed the piece of shiny black rock against her now wet hole and, without warning, shoved it in. She let out a shriek that may have been joy and may have been pain, Jingle’s couldn’t tell.
Trixie felt a sensation she couldn’t describe. She had never felt anything like it before. It was a mix of so many things. Pain and pleasure, shame and excitement swirled through her. The hand came back down. The slap again, causing her muscles to contract on impact around the plug that was stuffing her. “How does it feel?” the booming voice behind her.
All Trixie could do was whimper. The swirling of feelings blending and seeming to block her vocal cords.
“WHAT?! Open your ho, ho, whore mouth and tell me.” He said sternly with another slap. His fingers moved between her legs and he started to rub her clit. The added pleasure of sensation building in her.
“It feels,” she had to pause and gasp. “It feels good.”
A finger slips inside of her. “What feels good?” She could hear the smile in the voice.
Trixie gasped again but now when she spoke her small, squeaky voice, was louder “It feels good to be used.”
Jingles let out another groan but this only served to excite Trixie more as she continued “Jingles could never use me like this.” Another finger pumped into her and then another. She felt so totally full as they pumped in and out of her more.
“And what do you want?” He asked.
“More” She moaned. “I want to be Santa’s slut.”
Jingles finally looked away. This was almost too unbearable for him to watch. Trixie had never spoken like this. But now with her ass red and plugged and three massive fingers from his boss pumping into her she had unlocked this slutty side. Jingles wondered if that had always been there and he was just unable to satisfy it.
Mr. Kringle lifted her up and laid her on the ground between himself and Jingles, her head almost at his feet. He doubled her up, her knees at her chest. “Are you ready Jingles? Are you ready to watch your wife get fucked?”
Jingle’s eyes were still averted when he heard Trixie say to him “I want you to watch Jingles. Watch that massive cock fuck me.” The second he said that she felt it enter her. Not softly, not in a way that would let her body adjust to the massive size it was about to experience. But forcefully, all in one deep thrust. She so loudly Jingles was sure the neighbors could hear.
Jingles watched as Santa started to thrust into her as hard as he could. Her lips spread wide as this man, hung like a reindeer, pounded into her. The cock glistened with her juices as the pleasure filled her. He could see one of Santa’s huge hands on her small chest. Not fondling her, more pinning her down, pressing her to the floor below.
Trixie’s eyes blurred with pleasure. She felt the weight of the large human press into her but also his strength. She felt her pussy stretching itself to its maximum every time he thrust into her. With every thrust she felt the years of forced joy, kindness, and merriment fade away as her inhibitions faded from her. “Fuck me Father Christmas.” she said “Make me take it. Make my cunt take your huge cock.”
Mr. Kringle’s other hand wrapped around her throat as he pounded even harder into her. “You’re my naughty bitch.” he said as she started to scream in orgasmic bliss.
There was a pause as Santa pulled his cock out of the petite elf in front of him. “Do you think I am done with you?”
Trixie said nothing in reply but smiled.
He slapped her tits. “Do you think I am done with you?!” He said, more of a command than a question.
“I hope not.” she replied faintly.
He pulled out of her, untied the tinsel around her wrists, and flipped her over onto her hands and knees. One of his strong hands pushed between her shoulder blades as her chest pressed into the floor. His other hand removed the plug from her ass. “Spread it for me.”
Her hands reached back and she spread her ass open obediently. Jingles started to squirm in his seat.
“That’s right” Mr. Kringle continued “Spread that holiday joy for the world to see.” He spit into her ass and started to press the tip of his huge cock against her tight ass.
“Sir” Jingles finally spoke up and protested, “You’re going to hurt- I mean, look there is no way that she can-” He couldn’t find the words.
Mr. Kringle quickly interrupted “Nonsense, there hasn’t been a chimney invented that is too narrow for old St. Nick to slide down.” And with that he slid his cock as far into Trixie as he could.
She let out a scream. It was overwhelming and she didn’t know what to make of it. She just took measured breaths as he paused inside of her. Finally, she had relaxed enough to feel the full pleasure of this fullness. She let out a moan.
“Have you ever done this before?” Santa asked.
“NO” She moaned out.
“Do you want Jingles to fuck your ass?”
She shook her head no.
“Why not?”
“It won’t be as good as you.” She said with a devious smile.
He started to pump in and out of her with this, still with a hand holding her down. Each thrust brings out a bigger moan from Trixie. But these are not her normal orgasmic moans of pleasure. There is something deeper, primal in this as he picks up speed.
“I can’t believe you’re doing this Trixie.” Jingles says.
Panting between each word Trixie lets out “Just – cause – you -aren’t – elf – enough – to – try – doesn’t – mean – I – can’t – take – it.”
Santa’s hand presses trixies head into the ground as he fucks her ass faster and faster. His huge cock, almost inexplicably disappearing into her. “Do you like that?”
“YES” She blurts out, moving a hand to start rubbing her clit.
“Are you my naughty whore?”
“YES. Fuck my naughty ass.” she says, slapping her own clit in between rubbing it. Her moans get louder and louder as he fucks her rougher and rougher. The pleasure builds inside of her more and more with every thrust. She squirts out her own orgasm soaking her hands, thighs and the floor beneath her.
Immediately St. Nick pulls out of her, grabs her by the hair and raises her to her knees. She instinctively knows what he wants and without questioning it starts to suck the massive cock that was just in her ass. Jingles watches in horror as it disappears into her mouth.
“I see why you are distracted at work” Santa says, the jolliness returning to his voice “She is the filthiest elf in the north pole.”
Trixie pulls her head back and vigorously jerks Santa’s cock with her two hands. Her squeaky elf voice saying “Yes, Cum on me Santa.”
“I think she likes this Jingles. I would watch out.” Santa said with a big chuckle.
“I fucking do.” She opened her mouth as wide as she could as she jerked his cock.
The first spurt of sticky cum went into Trixie’s still open mouth. She choked though it tasted like salted caramel, nutmeg, and eggnog. The rest covered her face as it dripped down her chin and onto her chest. Her body left sore, but please, and coated with glistening cum.
There was a long silence as Santa zipped his fly and walked into the other room to retrieve his coat. Jingles looked at his wife, appalled. Yet seeing her like this he could feel the pressure in his red felt trousers. She said nothing but looked him in the eye. She used a finger to wipe her chin and then, without blinking or breaking eye contact, licked in clean.
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