"Hmm, what do we have here?" I ask with a smile as my eyes fall upon you. Hunched over my husband's desk, looking like a reindeer in headlights.
I'd heard the jingling bells of our state-of-the-art silent alarm, and decided to see for myself just what sort of creature was stirring in here.
What a surprise to find you. No doubt trying to break into the most secure of all our files. The Naughty and Nice Lists.
Oh, I'm quite certain I know which one you're on. I mean, no one on the Nice List would ever think of trying something like this. Let alone do it. But you did. That makes you extra naughty in my book.
You seem a little surprised, and not just at being caught. Am I not what you expected? A sexy Mrs. Claus with big, bouncing breasts?
Well, I'm sure if you met my husband you'd be just as shocked. Contrary to what the cards and TV specials would have you believe, he only looks like that one day of the year. The other three-hundred-and-sixty-four? Well, let's just say there's a reason I've stayed with him so long.
But enough about that. Something has to be done. I mean, I can't just let you cross your name off the Naughty List and walk away now, can I? That'd be unfair. And set a dangerous precedence.
Oh don't worry, I'm not going to send you off to jail or anything like that. We don't even have one up here... Well, that's not entirely true. We do have a dungeon underneath the workshop, but that's for a different sort of naughtiness.
Still, seeing as you went through all this work, maybe we can come to an arrangement.
First things first, take off your clothes.
You heard me. Off. All of them.
You're not going to freeze. The magic of this place protects us from the elements. As long as you're inside, you'll be nice and warm. So off with them.
There, that's a good boy. Not good enough for the Nice List, but it's a start.
Hmm, not bad honestly. My husband is certainly better, and bigger, but he's not here right now, and you are.
Just your luck.
Now then, here's what I'm proposing. You want to get off The Naughty List? Then you need to get me off.
That's right. If you can make me cum in, of, let's say, ten minutes, then I'll cross your name off the list and put it right at the top of the Nice List myself. More than that, I won't tell anyone you were here. Not even my husband/
Ah ah ah. There's a catch.
If you don't make me cum in time, not only will your name be permanently on the top of The Naughty List, I'll make sure you never ever forget it.
How?
Well, let's not worry about that right now.
What do you say? I should remind you that you really don't have much of a
choice. I mean, I caught you red-handed, and there's no way you can get out of here unless I let you go... So I suppose it's less of an arrangement and more of a command. You could try and escape of course, but I can promise you, the elves won't be as generous as I am. Nor will my husband.
So, think you can do it?
Let's find out.
Crawl over to me. That's a good boy. I'm gonna take a seat right here by the door.
Oh no, you stay on your knees. Did you think you were going to get to fuck me? Stick your cock in my pussy? Nope. You need to get me off with your naughty little mouth.
You seem disappointed. Too bad. My house, my rules.
I'm just gonna hike up my red and white skirt a little.
My, you seem happier now. Did you notice I'm not wearing any panties?
I rarely do.
Usually, once my husband gets back from one of his pre-Christmas runs, I just let him ravish me right out of the sleigh... And sometimes in it. He gets me off so easily.
Let's see if you measure up. Get under my skirt.
Now, when I say 'Go,' the time starts. Ten minutes to make me cum.
Ready?
Go!
Oh wow, diving right in I see... Just sticking your face into my pussy and licking it aimlessly. No technique at all.
I bet that's one reason you got on The Naughty List in the first place.
I bet you've never made a woman cum in your entire life.
That's right, we pay attention to that. Or at least I do.
And you've clearly never eaten pussy before.
Just stick your dick inside and blow your load without any consideration for the women who were nice enough to let you fuck them. So selfish.
Well, that's not going to fly up here.
Fuck, this is kind of sad. You don't have a clue what you're doing.
Here, let me help you.
Be quiet, I didn't even grab your head that tightly.
Right there. See where I'm aiming your mouth? Lick there.
Oh, this isn't for your benefit. It's for mine. Even if you fail- and you will if you keep doing as badly as you were, I'd like to enjoy myself a little bit. And there's no way that's gonna happen the way you're going at it.
Mmm, much better. That's how you do it. Start slow, get a feel for it. Run your tongue along my lips and-
There you go. That's the spot.
Yes, it's real.
