Santa Delivers the Good Wife a Naughty Gift
Hank Oldman
"Next," I told my bimbo-elves as the hot wife left with her brat. She had a wand massager as her special gift from the "adult" toy box.
Every mom that brought her "precious child" to meet with me, the Mall Santa, got her own sex toy from the chest. I had been giving out dildos, vibrators, butt plug, anal beads, and more for days now to every sexy MILF that came in here. I hadn't used the Bimbo App to fuck a single one of those moms.
I was desperate to earn 100 Bimbo Candy Canes so I could play at being the real Santa Claus. So I could go down women's chimneys and fuck those hot wives as I gave them presents. I wanted to go from house to house.
I only earned Bimbo Candy Canes when a woman used one of the sex toys I handed out on herself. I needed her to relieve some stress with her Christmas gift. I could use those points to recruit another bimbo-elf. I had fourβwhich is why I could do all the fun things as a Mall Santaβor I could use the points to fuck the hot moms.
I had spent days banging married MILF after married MILF. Cuckolding their husbands. Pumping their pussies full of my cum and sending them home with a special gift. A Christmas miracle. In nine months, there would be a baby boom.
But for the last two days, I had just been giving out toys. Tomorrow was Christmas Eve. I had until 5 PM to earn those 100 Bimbo Candy Canes. I was at 43. The pressure was on. I needed more moms to masturbate to their toys.
A Black woman came in with her two kids. They both jumped up on my lap and babbled about the dumb shit they wanted for Christmas. I pretended to care. I had never liked the job, but I had the contract to be the Mall Santa. It brought in enough money to let me live in my shitty trailer and drink away the year.
Now I had something better than drinking to entertain me. I hadn't even had more than a beer a night thanks to my sexy bimbo-elves. I owned four of them. Sakura, my newest, was clapping her hands as the Black woman pulled a festive egg vibrator from the box.
"Lucky ducky!" Sakura cooed. She was a busty, Japanese wife that I claimed. All four of my bimbo-elves were busty.
"You're gonna lovey dovey it," cooed Vivian. She was the only one of my bimbo-elves that wasn't a mother. She was nineteen. A blonde bombshell who worked as my assistant before I gained the Bimbo App ~ Mall Santa Edition.
"Yay!" squealed Franny, the brunette MILF with the big, fake tits. She was bimbo-elf number two.
"Make sure you use that right away," I told her. "Trust Santa."
"Sure," she said as she shoved the toy into her purse and snapped her fingers. "Let's go, kids."
They hopped off my lap as my third-bimbo elf, Ana Lucia, squealed,
"Β‘Feliz Navidadiiiii!"
She was a Hispanic hot wife with gorgeous tits and golden-brown skin. Like the others, she wore a green, fur-lined boob tube that hugged her big breasts and a matching green miniskirt that barely fell past her ass. Thigh-high stockings striped like a candy cane, heeled boots, and a green Santa's cap completed the outfit. Her ears were pointed like an elf's now and twitched. "Yay!"
"Keep them coming," I said.
The next MILF came in wearing a puffy jacket that hugged her torso and a pair of tight-fitting, pink pants that showed off her great legs. She was a hot woman with blonde hair. I wanted to feel her plump, red lips around my cock so badly, but... I was a good boy.
She left with a double-pronged dildo capable of fucking her pussy and her asshole at the same time. Next came a brunette beauty in a form-fitting sweater and a short skirt over her black tights. She left with a G-spot massager. I just wanted that 100 Bimbo Candy Canes.
The hours were burning by fast. I wanted to stay open as long as possible, but the mall closed at 8 PM. Tomorrow, it would close at 4 PM, an hour before I could even reach my goal. The last kid came in, a redhead girl with braces that were too heavy for Santa's lap.
But her mom... Damn, I would love to bend her mother over. She went home with a double-headed dildo. I hoped she used it on herself. I shuddered, wondering if it was worth it to give up so much opportunity to fuck these married women to earn the Bimbo Candy Canes.
I glanced at my phone. 56.
"Fuck," I groaned, frustration boiling through me as I sat in my pavilion. It was in the mall parking lot, the RV that I lived in right behind it. I shared it with my four bimbo-elves. They didn't mind the lack of space. They liked sleeping close to me. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!"
This was not working.
I should have just been fucking the women. Enjoying myself. To deny me all their bodies. I was fucking Santa Claus. I should have my dick in all those mothers' cunts, giving them a festive gift. This was a scam. The App was just trying to distract me. Maybe every time I used the power to fuck a wife, it cost the server money or something.
I don't fucking know how it worked. That toy chest had nothing in it, yet every woman still pulled out a sex toy. It was all so insane. I just wanted to throw my arms up in the air and scream. I had to fuck. I had my four bimbo-elves tidying up.
Vivian bent over to pick up something off the floor, her fur-trimmed miniskirt sliding up to let the bottom swell of her asscheeks peek out. My dick lurched. I slapped my hands down on my stomach. I had a Santa's bod. A potbelly and a real beard. Thick and white. That grew when I gained Vivian. I looked like Santa
and
gained a huge dick.
"Bend over the toy chest, you naughty bimbo-elf," I snarled. "You've been bad, and Santa Claus has to punish you, Vivian!"
"Oh, no," gasped Vivian, her ears twitching in delight. "I've been a naughty bimboy-elf. Yesy yes, Santy Claus has to spanky me and punishy me. Yeppers."
She bent over the toy box and shoved up her skirt. Her cute ass appeared. The nineteen-year-old whore had a great rump. I only hired the hottest assistants to work for me, and now I owned them. I stared at her shaved cunt, her slit tight. She didn't have thick pussy lips like the other MILF-elves I owned.
I opened my coat and thrust it at Sakura. She folded it, smiling at me. She had slanted eyes and pale-olive skin. I took off my red pants and boobs, my dick thrusting out before me. I stroked my beard, sliding my fingers through my white whiskers.
"Ana Lucia, the Christmas lights," I said.
"Yesy yes, Santy Claus," the Hispanic bimbo-elf cooed. She grabbed a line of Christmas lights. "She's such a naughty wotty bimboy-elf. Like me!"
God, she wanted to be spanked, too. So did Franny who was squeezing her big, fake tits through her boob tub. The brunette MILF had such a look of envy in her eyes for Vivian who was quivering there, waiting to be whipped.
I took the Christmas lights from Ana Lucia, my dick throbbing before me. The strand was plugged in, so the lights were blinking on and off. A festive hue of colors. I drew it back and swung it right for Vivian's rump.
SMACK!
"Santy Claus!" she gasped as a red line blossomed across her rump with little branches, the impressions from the light bulbs. She squirmed there, her pussy clenching. Juices spilled down her thighs. The tent smelled of hot cunt.
A mix of all four of my bimbo-elves' snatches. I loved the scent. I breathed it in as I drew back my arm for the next swing.
SMACK!
"Ooh, I've been so baddie waddy, Santy Claus!" whimpered the delicious Vivian, her ass growing redder.
"Yes," I growled, my dick twitching.
SMACK!
"Such a bad elf!"
SMACK!
"Santy Claus! Ooh, ooh, yesy yes, whippy my naughty wotty butt!" Vivian wiggled her rump, striped with red lines and delicious impressions of the blinking bulbs.
"Such a wickedy elf," whimpered Franny, kneading her tits. "Whippy her ass, Santy Claus!"