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Rude Santa And The Nasty Elves

Rude Santa And The Nasty Elves

by jimbob44
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Author's Notes: This story has been posted to Literotica.Com with the full knowledge of the original author, JimBob44. No part or whole of this story may be reprinted in any other format or on any other web site without the express written consent of the original author.

Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age.

This story has been edited by myself, using Microsoft Spell-check. You have been forewarned; expect to find mistakes.

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Nash Robinson smiled for the camera and then put the child onto her feet. The little girl scampered toward her smiling mother. Keighla, the cute nineteen year old 'elf' brought the next child to him while Francesca 'Franny' Knudsen gave mother and child a peppermint candy cane.

"None of that for us," the next mother said in a haughty tone to Franny. "See, we're trying to raise Jennica in a sugar free household; her maternal grandmother was diabetic and..."

Franny pasted a smile on her face as she tuned out the arrogant woman's diatribe. Did this woman really think anyone gave a shit about her petty little life?

"Okay, okay, Santa's got to check on the reindeer," Nash called out; the signal that he needed a bathroom break.

"At first I'm all like 'Three hundred bucks? For six hours of work?'" Keighla whispered to Franny. "Got to be the easiest three hundred ever."

"But now?" Franny agreed. "Should have seen the last one."

"Miss we don't want any sugar?" Keighla guessed.

"Like she thinks any of us give a fuck?" Franny said. "Switch?"

"Uh huh. So, what you think about Santa?" Keighla asked, button mouth twisted in a smirk.

"I'd fuck him. But only if he uses a condom; this is just not a safe time for me," Franny said.

"Slut!" Keighla giggled. "But, yeah, me too."

"Slut," Franny accused and the two women switched places as Nash gave out the 'Ho Ho Ho!' signal and again took his seat.

The Christmas sale of Robinson's flooring was going well. After his piss and cigarette break, Nash checked and they'd managed nine sales of carpet and installations, four bathroom tile replacements and a hardwood floor installation. The one dollar raffle ticket sales had exceeded two thousand dollars for the sixty inch flat screen television giveaway.

The two college girls were very cute in their skimpy elf costumes. Both girls were brunettes; he preferred red heads, but they were both cute. The shorter one; she said she was five feet tall but Nash suspected she was counting her three inch heels in that number had some very cute little boobs in her snug top. The other one had a cute little button mouth and Nash could imagine her wrapping those lips...

"Stop," he chided himself. "Last thing I need is to get a stiffy while dealing with these rug rats."

"Santa Claus?" the little boy asked, mouth wide in disbelief.

"Ho, ho, ho! Well, hi Jaiden," Nash said to his next-door neighbor's son. "I know you've been a very good boy this year. I know you've been helping your Mommy. You even keep your room clean."

Jaiden asked Nash if his Daddy would be coming home soon and Nash did feel a little tug of his heartstrings. Todd Wright had been popped for his fourth DUI and was looking at three years on that one charge alone. But the illegal handgun and the three ounces of Meth in the console of his car made that three years jump up to no less than ten years in maximum security.

"Jaiden, I'm sorry. There are some things not even Santa Claus can do," Nash said softly.

"Mommy said you'd say that," Jaiden whispered, his little eyes filling with tears.

Trish Wright gave Nash a wan smile as Jaiden slowly made his way to where she stood. Nash nodded his head and smiled tightly as Keighla brought the next child to him.

"Only three more," Keighla thought, looking at the short line.

"Come on, Grandma," the next girl said, not waiting on Keighla to lead her to Santa. "You need to sit on Santa's lap and tell him what you want."

The sixty five year old woman smiled indulgently at her precocious granddaughter, then at the smiling 'Santa.'

"Hi Santa, this is Romany. As you can tell, she's a very headstrong little girl," the grandmother said, gingerly settling onto Santa's leg.

"I see that," Nash nodded. "But, have you been a good little girl, Grandma?"

"Define good," Grandma smirked. "I'm keeping Eveready Batteries in business."

"And I'm sure their stockholders appreciate every buzz-buzz-buzz," Nash chuckled.

"By the way, how do you keep this beard so soft?" Grandma asked, running her fingers through Nash's chest length white beard.

"Regular brushing, and olive oil," Nash stated.

"I bet it would feel sooo good between my legs," Grandma whispered into Nash's ear.

The camera caught Grandma's elated giggle when 'Santa' pinched her on her plump rear end. Then Romany demanded her turn and gave Santa a very long list of toys she wanted. Nash's explanation that he also needed room in his bag for the gifts for other children held no sway with Romany. She simply told him he could forget about the other kids; they weren't as good as she was. Nash shook his head and smirked at Grandma. She returned his smirk and led Romany away.

The sales crew drew a ticket and Nash called the lucky winner's cell phone. Nash himself arranged the delivery of the television for the following day. Urging the last of his sales crew out, Nash turned on the alarm system and turned off the showroom lights. Then he pulled ten crisp Benjamins out of the pocket of his red felt trousers. Fanning the bills out on the counter, he read the eyes of the nineteen year old and the twenty year old elves. Peeling three of the bills from the pile, he handed the three to Franny. He then paid Keighla her promised three hundred dollars.

"I want to fuck," Nash said bluntly.

"Need to use a condom," Franny said, never taking her eyes from the cash.

"Yeah," Keighla agreed. "Need to use a condom; I ain't getting knocked up for no two hundred bucks."

"Yeah, sure, a little redundant but sure. Whatever," Nash said, beckoning with his head toward the stockroom.

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"A little... Redundant? Why's that?" Franny asked, following the rotund man to the rear of the stockroom where some old stock was piled up in rolls.

"Yeah, what you mean?" Keighla asked, following Santa and her best friend into the dimly lighted stockroom.

"My wife, ex-wife had a history of mental disabilities in her family; mother was a paranoid schizophrenic and her dad was a bi-polar alcoholic," Nash said, shrugging out of his red felt jacket. "Twin sister was suicidal; actually succeeded the day after our wedding. Anyway, had a vasectomy done hmm, twenty years ago?"

"So, you, you're shooting blanks?" Keighla suggested.

"Mm hmm. Of course, didn't stop her from getting knocked up by her uncle," Nash said, pulling the long sleeved white tee shirt up and off. "Damn, about to sweat to death in this get up."

Franny and Keighla looked at one another, then shrugged out of their costumes. Franny's breasts were indeed very nice; Nash loved the half-dollar sized areolae and hard nipples. He stepped out of black patent leather boots and red trousers, displaying that he'd been commando underneath the trousers. Both Keighla and Franny looked at his fat, angry looking seven inches, his dark brown fur and heavy balls.

"And you swear you're shooting blanks?" Franny demanded as she lay down across the pile of carpet rolls.

"Mm hmm; willing to bet my ex-wife's life on it," he smirked, kneeling and placing his mouth on her lightly furred crotch.

He savored the taste of her young pussy, giving several licks up and down her wet folds. Then he located her clitoris and gave the nub a forceful suck. Franny squealed and shuddered in orgasm.

"Augh, I oh, oh yes!" she cried out when Nash thrust his thick cock into her with one long push.

He did not last as long as he would have liked to, but Franny's pussy was tight. Her vaginal walls squeezed him deliciously as he pumped in and out. Just as she squealed in a second orgasm, Nash grunted, then stiffened, holding himself deep inside of her.

When he finally pulled out of Franny's squelching pussy, Keighla lost no time kneeling between Franny's splayed legs. Nash's cock was quick to revive as he watched the lesbian action in front of him. He could see Keighla's excitement trickling down her stumpy little legs.

"Oomph! I, oh, oh yes," Keighla grunted as Nash slipped his resurging erection into her bald pussy.

His cock was still coated with his and Franny's juices as he pushed into Keighla with one long thrust. He groaned; Franny had been tight but Keighla was very tight indeed.

Her cute little ass bounced slightly with each thrust. Looking down, Nash could see Keighla's little brown star winking at him. He heard Franny calling out in orgasm as her girlfriend tongued her sloppy pussy with practiced strokes.

"Mmph, I, oh, oh yeah," Keighla grunted in pleasure as Nash thrust his spittle wet thumb into her rectum.

Nash soon had his thumb and first and middle fingers plunging in and out of Keighla's rectum while he continued to pound her tight pussy with long strokes of his fat cock. Reaching his hand from her hips, Nash diddled Keighla's fat little clitoris.

Just before blowing a load into her pussy, he pulled out and lined up his dripping cock with her pucker. His left hand continued to diddle her clitoris while his right hand held his cock steady.

"I, oh, oh Jesus, Jesus God," Keighla shrieked out as Nash managed to notch the first three inches of his cock into her bowels.

The heat and the tightness were too much and Nash pumped his semen deep into her guts. Keighla grunted and gasped in orgasm then let out an 'Oomph!' as Nash collapsed on top of her.

"Fuck! For up the butt? I should get at least another hundred bucks," Keighla suggested when Nash finally pulled his limp cock from her raw, stretched anus.

"Uh huh," Nash said, giving the girls the extra two hundred dollars apiece.

"Call us you ever need us again," the two college students smiled as he turned off the alarm and let them out into the biting December wind.

"Uh huh," Nash agreed, watching them scamper to catch the #16 Bus that was slowly rumbling to the stop across the street from Robinson's Flooring.

Arriving home, Nash let himself into the small but comfortable apartment. In the bathroom, he very carefully worked the realistic white beard from his face. The white hair was his; he would just have to give the hair coloring time to wash out of his naturally dark brown hair.

He showered, washing the memories of the two little college girls from his skin. Thinking of Keighla's very tight, very sweet ass gave him the beginning of an erection but he could hear his cell phone ringing. Nash decided he could wait to spank one out later.

His next door neighbor had left a message; she needed his help. She wasn't sure how she was going to be able to pay the electric bill this month. She knew she already owed him for this month's rent; why? Why did Todd have to get arrested? Why did she have to fall in love with an alcoholic and drug addict; her dad was a drunk. She knew all the signs of a drunk; how had she missed those signs in Todd?

Nash deleted the message without hearing all of it. It sounded like Trish was already two or three drinks into the evening. He returned her call; she picked up immediately.

"Jaiden in bed?" he asked before she could launch into her latest requests.

"Yeah, he uh, yeah, put him down about thirty minutes ago," Trish said.

"I need to eat something," Nash said. "So, I'll be there in hmm, give me twenty minutes."

"Oh! I, uh, I can fix you some eggs," Trish suggested.

"I'll see you in twenty minutes," Nash repeated and ended the call.

Patricia 'Trish' Wright was unsteady on her feet when she answered Nash's soft knock. Her red hair was loose; she'd had it in a simple ponytail when she'd brought Jaiden to Robinson's flooring that afternoon. The five foot three inch slim woman was dressed in a ratty old tee shirt and her legs and feet were bare. She regarded Nash as he entered her apartment; her brown eyes flat, somewhat bloodshot.

"I know, I know I already owe you..." Trish started but Nash put his hand over her mouth. She shut up and watched as he walked to the bedroom door. She was about to protest when he closed the door; Jaiden preferred the door open in case he needed his Mommy.

"Off," Nash said, nodding with his head.

Trish tugged Todd's Bubba Wallace NASCAR tee shirt up and off, revealing her slim body. She watched as Nash grabbed a bottle of vegetable oil from her meager pantry.

"What? What's that..." Trish asked as Nash put the bottle of oil onto the coffee table.

"You're six hundred bucks already," Nash reminded her as he sat in Todd's battered old recliner.

"I know, wait. Six?" Trish asked.

"Five fifty for rent, then you needed fifty for some groceries," Nash reminded her, reaching out and grabbing her around her small waist.

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"I, uh, oh, oh yeah," Trish remembered.

"Now..." Nash said, pushing her to her knees.

She looked up into Nash's cold eyes as she took his cock into her mouth. Her cheeks reddened with shame as she performed a skillful blow job.

Nash smirked; her eyes and cheeks showed her shame. But her left hand was between her legs, frantically rubbing her pussy. She hated herself for loving every minute of whoring herself out.

"Here, ung, here it comes," Nash warned as she closed her eyes in orgiastic pleasure.

"Mm hmm!" she enthused, applying strong suction to the head of his cock.

After swallowing every drop of his semen, Trish lowered her head and tongued his fat balls, small hand pumping his flaccid member. She managed to work his entire ball sac into her mouth, moaning with need as he very slowly revived.

"Now, on them hands and knees," Nash ordered, grabbing the bottle of cooking oil from the table.

"What? What are... Oh! Oh, no, no, Nash, not that," she asked, then protested when she realized what he had in mind.

A very sharp slap to her right buttock stilled her protests. Her eyes grew shiny as she regarded his hard eyes. Putting her shoulders to the carpeted floor, she reached back and pulled her bony buttocks apart.

"I, oh, oh God that, Nash please, I, I'll suck... You can fuck my pussy. I know I told you you can't but you can, you can fuck my AUGH! I, God, that, Nash..." Trish protested as Nash worked one, then two and three oily fingers into her rectum.

She cupped her hand over her mouth and screamed out as the blunt head of Nash's cock thrust into her resisting anus. She drew in a shuddering breath as he pushed against her struggling rectum. Sheets of white hot pain rippled through her entire body from her anus outward.

Slowly removing her hand from her mouth, Trish reached between her thin thighs and began frigging her sparsely furred crotch. The pain was intense; she had never felt so stretched. Nash was easily twice as long and twice as thick as her husband.

"Oh God, you, you're tearing me in half," Trish cried out, then clamped her hand over her mouth again.

Nash was grateful Trish had performed a blow job earlier. He could feel her rectal muscles rippling, pulsing along the length of his cock as he thrust in and out of her. The heat, the tightness was indescribable as he fucked her tight ass.

"Oh, oh God, oh God yes!" Trish screamed into her hand as a blinding orgasm seized her guts.

A second orgasm caused her to grit her teeth as Nash pulled his slimy cock from her bowels and shoved it into her dripping pussy. She gasped and groaned and grunted as he pumped his semen deep into her depths.

"So, how much is the light bill?" Nash asked, pulling his wilting member from her sloppy pussy.

"Can tell you're old, Trish giggled. "Only old people call it 'the light bill.' Everyone else calls it the electric bill."

"How much?" Nash asked, unamused.

"A hundred and thirty four," Trish said.

Pulling his wallet out of his front pocket, Nash peeled a Franklin and a Grant from the thick billfold. He placed both bills onto the coffee table. Thinking about it, he put another Grant on top of those two gills.

"Thank you," Trish mumbled.

"Get dressed," Nash ordered, opening the door to the bedroom again.

"Thank you," Trish said again, pulling the tee shirt on over her small breasts and crop of carrot orange hair.

On Christmas Eve, he again donned beard and red felt suit. The caterer fed his employees and the spouses and children of his employees. Trish and Jaiden were his guests and he was very generous with the bonuses to his employees that year.

Rather than letting Trish and Jaiden wait on the #32 Bus, Nash drove Trish and Jaiden to her mother's house. Looking around at the lower middle class houses, the older but serviceable automobiles, Nash felt a twinge of nostalgia. He helped Trish out of the car, then got Jaiden out of his car seat. He then unhooked the car seat and carried car seat and few presents to the door of Mrs. Weatherbee's home.

"Merry Christmas he told the attractive forty something red headed grandmother before leaving.

Christmas morning, Nash went to his ex-wife's house to watch their five children unwrap their gifts. It rankled him, standing in the living room of the forty two hundred square foot home he'd bought for his wife, his ex-wife. He should not have to be a guest, a visitor in his own house. His three daughters and two sons shouldn't greet him as if he were a stranger.

"It's your own fault, Mattie said, flinging her knee length red hair back.

That pissed him off even more. Mattie always could read his mind. He wondered if he could grab the tennis bracelet from the stack of presents; she certainly did not deserve diamonds today.

"Go ahead," Mattie smirked. "Go right ahead. Nash, it's never been about the money or the presents or the houses or the cars."

"Then what? What else do I have; what else can I give you?" Nash wondered aloud as Clara, his oldest child thanked him for the laptop computer.

"The most precious thing you have, Nash," Mattie said, turning before he could see the moisture in her light blue eyes. "Your time. Oh, oh, and your faithfulness."

"My... What? I, someone, someone had to bust their ass to bring home the bacon," Nash growled.

"Go, Nash. All right? Just... Just go," Mattie sighed, pasting a smile on her face for the sake of her, their children.

Swinging by the home of Mrs. Weatherbee, Nash ferried Trish and Jaiden home to their apartment. When Jaiden went down for his nap, Nash used Trish's mouth, then greased her anus again. He was silent as he fucked the small red head's bowels, staring off into space as he replayed and replayed his ex-wife's words. Below him, Trish grunted and sobbed out as he very roughly sodomized her.

Finally, he pulled out of her raw bowels, admitting he wasn't able to ejaculate. He used a wad of toilet paper to clean his filthy cock, then urinated and flushed.

He pulled two Franklins from his wallet, softly kissed Trish, and wished her 'Merry Christmas.' He left the woman's apartment. Entering his own apartment, Nash felt completely hollow inside.

On New Year's Eve, Nash called a sales meeting at three pm. After locking the doors and flicking the 'Open' neon sign off, Nash informed the sales staff that, due to the terms of his divorce, he'd been forced to sell the business. The new owners had assured him that they would keep all his sales staff on; after all, they'd had phenomenal numbers for the year.

"So, January second? You'll no longer be employees of Robinson's Flooring; you will be employees of Thompson's Remodeling and Renovations," Nash said. "But hey, Greg? You'll no longer have to wear the stupid suit and tie. Thompson's had their own little uniforms."

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