Mrs. Claus Gets Elfed (Stocking Stuffers)

  Mrs. Claus Gets Elfed

  (Stocking Stuffers – Book #3)

  By Sapphire Del Rey

  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 ã 2012

  Sapphire Del Rey is acknowledged as the author of this book

  All rights reserved

  Table of Contents

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Coming Soon…

  Other Stories By Sapphire Del Rey

  About The Author

  Chapter One

  “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.

  Chapter Two

  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.

  When no one moved, she sighed and slid off the chair, dropping any pretext of subtlety. Instead, she flicked the single toggle clasp on her cape, the one she’d been wearing as she saw Santa off on his journey and allowed the cape to fall to the floor, revealing the red bra and panty set she was wearing, trimmed, of course, in white fur.

  “Hell, if I’d have known that, you’d have never made it out of the launch bay!” That came from Jimmy, who had been busy stroking his cock while watching her disrobe. He approached her, his tongue brushing along his teeth. “And I do like a little meat on my bones.” He brushed his hand along the curve of her hip and she shivered at his touch.

  Elves were normally hot-blooded creatures anyway, but an elf who was ready for a nice fuck? Then his touch was downright scorching and Candy preened a bit under his gaze. Reaching out, she slid her hand along his crotch, pleased when she felt his dick harden under her caress.

  “And if I’d have known you were packing that kind of equipment, you’d have never made it to the party.” Then she sank to her knees and yanked down Jimmy’s pants in one smooth motion. His cock sprang free, drops of pre-cum glistening on the head. “Shall we?” she asked with a quirked eyebrow before wrapping her lips around his cock.

  The sight of Candy with Jimmy’s dick in her mouth was all the impetus the other elves needed to get busy. Quickly, they all stripped and soon, save for Jimmy’s shirt, which Donny helpfully removed, they were all naked except for Candy in her bra and panty set.

  Candy felt someone, probably Steve, move behind her and grip her hips before starting to slide his hands all over her body. The feeling was magnificent, the rough, calloused fingers sweeping over her soft skin and she shivered, moaning around Jimmy’s cock.

  “How about a little something for your hands, sweetheart?” Frank asked before shoving his dick into her grasp. Without thinking, she gripped him hard and began to stroke, all the while still taking deep pulls on Jimmy’s cock. With one cock in her mouth and another in her hand, Candy finally began to feel alive again. This was more like it!

  When Steve’s clever fingers slid slowly up her spine to undo her bra clasp, she let go, Jimmy’s cock falling from her lips as she arched up and into the elf’s touch. When her tits finally fell free from their lace prison, she heard him chuckle as he reached around to massage her nipples, pinching the sensitive flesh as he pulled her body back against his.

  Slowly, he ground his cock into her ass, allowing her to feel what was ready and waiting for her whenever she wanted it. “Feel that, baby?” he growled, knowing that he needed to lead the other guys, who, despite everything, still weren’t sure about fooling around with the boss’ wife. “That’s all for you, in your cunt and up your fine little ass. Whenever you want it.”

  “Now,” Candy ground out, eager for whatever the elves would give her. “I want it now.” She knew she wasn’t aroused enough and she did love a little more foreplay, but hell, she was ready for some cock. So she was more than a little miffed when she felt Steve laugh into her shoulder as he licked the sensitive skin there.

  This had been her decision. She was the one who had suggested a little fuck session, not Steve. Then again, it had been so long since a man had taken charge of her body that Steve’s possession of her felt kind of nice. She liked the idea of him directing the other elves how to pleasure her, forcing her to do what he wanted. So for now, she’d let him take the lead. If she was happy, she’d allow him to continue to lead. Otherwise, she was going to show them all how the big boys did things.

  To her delight, Steve made a small tisking sound and shook his head. “Not yet, my lovely. But soon.” He pulled her back to him, caressing her breasts a moment before offering one to Donny who eagerly knelt down and began sucking on the gorgeous tit he’d just been offered. “Anyone else?”

  Frank, who had been a little put out when Candy had dropped his dick so quickly after she’d started giving him a hand job eagerly took her other breast in his mouth, licking and sucking at the pale flesh. All the while, Steve held her in place, allowing the guys to suck, bite and caress at their leisure.

  “Doesn’t that feel good?” he asked as he stroked his hand down the side of her body, all the way to her hip where the band of her panties lay. With quick fingers, he inched the fabric down over her hips, his breath hot on her neck where he licked at her delicate skin. She squirmed against him, eager for more, and for that, he gave her a quick swat on her ass.

  “No moving.” Then he patted the area he’d just struck. “I know this was going to be your show, but damn, I just can’t help myself. I just get so hard thinking about being in charge of your delectable body for the night.” Then he did the one thing he’d privately sworn not to do. He leaned down and sucked hard on the tender skin where her neck met her shoulder. She’d have a hickey there by morning, not that Santa would notice, he was certain.

  Candy yelped, but didn’t pull away. Instead, she pushed her ass back into Steve’s crotch and wiggled, just a bit, letting him know exactly how turned on she really was.

  Jimmy, who hadn’t be
en quite finished having his cock sucked pulled up a footstool and climbed on top of it, putting his dick at her mouth level. “Suck me, Candy, baby,” he demanded, looking at Steve for confirmation.

  When she didn’t open her mouth, Steve slid his hand around her waist and down into her panties, allowing his fingers to tickle the bare flesh he found there. “Open up like a good girl, Candy. Then maybe we’ll all fuck you later. When we’ve had our fun, first, of course.”

  When she only turned her head away, Steve gripped her neck and promptly gave her another hicky on the other side of her neck, withdrawing his hands from her crotch at the same time. “I thought I was clear about this, Mrs. C,” he said silkily, loving that she was resisting this way; made things so much more fun. “I tell and you do.”

  “Make me.” She said the words with a hint of naughtiness and it was then that Steve knew she wanted him to get rough with her. He’d heard stories about her taste in sex games, of course, but really, he never imagined she liked it rough. What did he know?

  Grinding his cock into her ass, he took her head in his hands and turned her so that she once again faced Jimmy. “If you insist.” Then, never allowing his grip to slip from around her waist where he held her so that Frank and Donny could continue sucking her tits – a nicely enhanced pair courtesy of the big man himself, Steve noted – he motioned for Jimmy to grasp her chin and force her mouth open.

  It was rough and it was dirty and it was kinky and Candy loved every moment of it. She’d never had control stripped from her like this before and it was quite a turn on, the front of her panties now damp from her excitement. When Jimmy finally slid his cock between her lips, she was more than ready for him, taking him all the way in and deep throating him, something he clearly wasn’t ready for.

  She was thrilled when Jimmy squeezed his eyes shut as she sucked, loving the rush of power she felt. Her body was on fire, with a guy at each tit, a cock in her mouth and Steve, gripping her hard from behind as he played with her pussy. Slowly, she widened her legs, allowing him better access and was elated when he finally slipped the panties down her legs to reveal her perfectly shaved snatch.