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My name is Trixie. I know it sounds like a stupid name except for one small fact; I'm an elf. No, not a long limbed, silk wearing with light shining out of my nipples elf like in those Lord of the Rings movies, but a real elf. I am the kind of elf that works at the North Pole, like slave labor for the biggest monopoly on the face of the planet. I tell you, Big Red has it made.
I should tell you a little more about us elves, for I'm sure all you see now in your head is a little cute girl with curly toed shoes. First off, we do wear those shoes, but let's get something straight. We hate them. They are a required uniform to work in the factory. We only dress like that on duty. Big Red knows all about the wheels of propaganda, and he likes to maintain the icon of the typical elf.
Second, we don't look like children but more like perfectly proportioned little adults. If you were to make me human sized I would have a D cup chest, a narrow waist, and full hips with a nice round ass. I have short shoulder length black hair, and green eyes, and I have plenty of attention from the other elves, male and female.
We have a town away from the Pole and the factory where we live. It is small. There are about five thousand of us, but since I am young at 236 years old, we don't multiply or die very fast. We dress like you do. Our kids even try to imitate the latest fashions. I wonder sometimes if Direct TV and MTV was such a good thing for elf society. Still we live, we love, we fuck, we get kinky and talk dirty to each other. In fact I would say we are far kinkier then most humans. So you see, don't believe all the Hollywood pictures you see. Although art often imitates life, it rarely imitates it accurately.
My story and my troubles start some while back. You see I wanted someone a bit above my station. Oh, that is one other thing about Elf society. We live in a bit of a class system. We have our royalty, our aristocrats, our merchant class, and finally the working class. I am in the merchant class but only thanks to my parents. I work in the factory like most elves in town.
So back to my story. This person I wanted was rather above my station. In fact, you could call him royalty. The idea of classes mixing is quite unheard of, and the few who have tried it have always ended in disaster. Still, there are things that lust will drive you to do, even if you know it is crazy.
A few months ago I was working delivering messages for the boss elf in plastics and artificial intelligence toys when my obsession started. I had to deliver a message to Big Red himself and had dodged the endless stream of other elves pushing carts, carrying packages, or other curriers like me trying to get to his offices. His offices were even crazier then the halls, filled with elves hustling about and his secretary screaming at the top of her lungs into her phone, "I don't care what you have in inventory. Big Red said no more Barbie's in bondage this year!"
She turned to look at me and my breath caught in my throat. She was by far the most beautiful elf I had ever seen. She had red hair, and large firm breasts, and eyes so dark that they were almost black. She turned to look at me. "What do you want?" she said.
'Well, so she is also a bitch,' I thought to myself, 'Can't have everything.'
"Message from plastics for Big Red." I said showing her the official currier envelope. She just nodded and pointed to a chair next to the big double doors leading to Big Red's office.
One thing you do a lot of when going to see Big Red is wait. The confusion in the office got worse before it got better. It was always like this near C-day. I heard raised voices in Big Red's office and one of the Double doors flew open and Malcolm, the VP elf in charge of production stormed out.
Big Red's voice followed him out, "So get those production numbers up Malcolm, or you'll be back to painting nipples on Ken Dolls! Next!"
The secretary looked at me and motioned me to go in with her head as she screamed at someone else on the phone.
"Great,"' I thought, "Just great. Sounds like he is in a great mood."
The office was big. Really big. Like you could have landed a friggen jumbo jet in it big. It had an enormous table near the doors for meetings of the production board. Then there were two large red couches on both walls and finally a big desk with two large chairs in front. Behind was a coffee service and a door that looked to lead to a restroom. It was slightly ajar.
Big Red was nowhere to be seen, but I heard his voice from the bathroom. "Be right with you. One minute."
So in awe was I to be in his office that I just nodded. I walked toward the desk and climbed the steps to sit in one of the large red chairs. I looked through the cracked door, and could see something reflected in the large mirror over the sinks. At first I couldn't make it out, but then as I stared, it resolved into quite a site. Big Red was sitting on the pot, one hand wrapped around his hard cock and jerking it furiously. I felt my nipples harden, and a tingling in the base of my spine. Just then though he looked up and he saw me in the reflection. First his eyes narrowed, and then he smiled his famous red cheeked smile. "Elf! You come in here right now."
I almost fell out of my chair.
"Oh shit!' I thought, "I am so in for it now!" I walked into the bathroom. He was still sitting there, but now he was stroking himself slowly and smoothly as he looked at me.
"My secretary is busy, but you can give me a hand with this." And he motioned to his erect cock. It was probably only 6 or 7 inches, but to me it was enormous. I nodded, and walked up to him, my legs shaking a little. He took my hands in his, squirted some KY in them, and nodded.
Almost as if I was in a dream, I wrapped my hands around that enormous cock, and began to slowly stroke it up and down. He sat back and moaned, his large belly jiggling as I stroked faster. My panties began to grow damp then wet, as my arousal grew from jacking this enormous thing in my hands. I stroked furiously, and I could see his huge red balls start to constrict up against his body. His cock began to swell, and I aimed it right at my face. I wanted his load all over my face and in my mouth.
He moaned one time loud, and I felt the first twitch of his cock. Before I could think better of it, I lowered my mouth onto the head and forced the red throbbing mushroom into my mouth just as his seed erupted from him. I sucked and swallowed for all I was worth, but there was too much, and his cum spilled out my small mouth. It ran down my chin before falling on the floor with soft wet sounds.
I sucked until the spurts of warm cum stopped and I felt the tension drain from him. Big Red was leaning back against the wall, his eyes closed, and his big belly rising and falling quickly from the exertion. Without opening his eyes he spoke softly.
"Thank you, my dear. That will be all now. Leave your message in the office."
I stood stunned for a moment before I nodded, and walked out into his office. I had already dropped the envelope on his desk, so I grabbed a few tissues from the table by one couch, and wiped my face before heading back to work.
Well needless to say I spent the rest of the day in a haze, and feeling a bit shocked. I mean, who would have thought Big Red was a pervert, or that he got his secretary to jerk him off. Even more, that I had jerked him off and tasted his rich sweet cum! I think I walked around all day with my nipples hard and in the end I had to fuck one of the good looking elves off the line just to calm myself down. Of course that only served to bring what I wanted into sharp focus.
I wanted him. I wanted that big fat red cock of his inside me. I know he looked old, and that he was human, well looked human that is. We elves have long suspected that he is actually some kind of spirit creature anyway, with as long as he has lived. Not that it made my lust okay, maybe it made it worse. Truth be told it wasn't him I wanted; it was that enormous cock. I had to know if I could take it and what it would feel like to have that much cum inside me.
Thus began the hatching of my plan. Elves have magic, but we are forbidden to use it outside the factory. It is generally just good for making toys, but occasionally it has been used for other purposes. There is a black market and underground for magical potions and spells. I knew I would need magic if my plan was to work. The problem is finding it.
On the bad side of elf town there is an elf that can help with such things. He is dangerous though, and hard to approach. He is even harder to convince to help you. His name is Ditto. I know; damn stupid elven names. It took me two weeks to contact him through his agents and I was getting worried with C-day only a few days away. I was led blindfolded from a bar by a couple of elves who looked like they had seen better days and with none too few pinches and gropes.
I got what I wanted form the elf they took me to, but he wanted more then money for his magical potion. I gave it too him too. I fucked him six ways from Sunday and his friends too. That was okay though, because my plan was coming together.
I waited until the day after Christmas. It was a day when almost everyone slept in and a day that the factory would be deserted. I hoped I could catch him alone. As I went up through the empty halls with my fabricated message in my stolen currier envelope I began to wonder if this was such a good idea, but the thought of that enormous cock kept me going forward.
