Roger Nielson wasn't going to let being alone on Christmas Eve get him down. Determined to be cheerful, he put on some Christmas music and decorated the tree. Thinking about his childhood, he baked himself some cookies and made some hot chocolate. Of course, Bill was no longer a child, and so he added a healthy shot of rum to the chocolate. And it tasted so good, he had another...
Feeling a bit of a buzz, he decided to indulge in one more Christmas memory before going to bed. He put out a plate of cookies for Santa, and made a mug of hot chocolate. Then, laughing at himself, he added a big shot of rum. He figured the jolly old guy could use it after a night of delivering presents.
With that, he went upstairs, slipped on a comfortable pair of flannel pajama bottoms, and felt into bed.
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He wasn't sure what woke him up. Just an odd sense that something was wrong. He listened for a moment, and heard what sounded like a girl's voice singing "Jingle Bells" downstairs. He realized he must have left the Christmas music playing, and got up to turn it off.
When he got to the foot of the stairs he stopped, dumbfounded, his mind not quite able to process what he was seeing.
The source of the singing was a young woman, standing in front of his Christmas tree. Actually, standing wasn't the word. She was bent over at the waist, facing away from him toward the tree. He couldn't help noticing her perfect legs, wrapped in candy-striped tights. She wore a very short red dress, and bent over as she was, it did nothing to conceal the roundest, most perfect ass he had ever seen.
"Uh... what are you doing in my house?" he finally got out.
The girl jumped and turned toward him.
He felt like his heart skipped a beat when he saw her. She had a beautiful face, with bright blue eyes and lips that begged to be kissed, all surrounded by a flowing mass of rich red hair, topped with a cute little stocking cap.
His eyes continued to travel down her body. She was wearing a filmy dress with a bit of white fur around the edges, but as low cut and short as it was, it couldn't do much to keep her warm. Overflowing from her top were a perfect set of soft, white boobs.
"Oh, I'm sorry, did I wake you? I was just putting your presents under the tree. Santa can't do it all, ya know, even with magic. That's why he has helpers," she said with a cute little giggle.
Roger was still in a kind of daze.
I must be dreaming
, he thought. All he could think of to say was, "You're Santa's helper?"
"Well, just one of them. I'm Gwen. I'm an Elf Second Class," she announced proudly.
"Oh and thank you for the cookies and chocolate. That chocolate was
really
good, even better than Mrs. Claus makes!"
"If I'd known someone was really going to drink it, I would have put in more rum. To keep you warm, you know."
Gwen's eyes got wide. "Rum? Don't you know you should never ever give alcohol to an Elf?"
"I guess I'd never heard that. Why not?"
"Because..."
She took a step toward him, and he noticed her boobs had a beautiful bounce as she walked.
"...it makes us all silly..."
Another couple of steps.
"...and kind of naughty..."
She stood in front of him, the top of her head barely reaching his chin, and looked at him with those beautiful, wide blue eyes. Then she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down to her, kissing him. Their mouths opened together, and as their tongues met, he tasted peppermint. A warm tingling sensation swept through his body, and he felt his cock getting hard.
Gwen broke away from the kiss, and said to him in a cute, little girl voice, "Not to mention, alcohol makes Elves
horny as fuck
."
Her body slid down his as she sank to her knees, somehow pulling down his pajama pants in one smooth motion. His cock, fully erect, sprang free, and was instantly sucked into her beautiful mouth. He felt the warm tingling sensation again, this time in his cock, as she bobbed her head up and down.
"Oh fuck," he groaned, swept away by the amazing feeling. Gwen looked up at him, her eyes twinkling, as she took him deep into her mouth. It was the most amazing blowjob Roger had ever experienced, and it seemed like just a few seconds before he started to cum, filling the young Elf's mouth.
He came so hard he could barely stand, and he sank weakly to his knees, putting him at Gwen's level. She pulled him to her for another deep kiss, and he tasted the delicious peppermint taste, mixed with his own cum. Somehow, he found himself re-energized, and realized his cock was still as hard as ever, almost throbbing with need.
