You stand in Sarah Finkle's bedroom, watching the pretty girl sleep. You've already been there far too long and you can hear that the reindeer are getting restless on the roof. "Quiet Rudolf" you think, and the clattering of hoofs ceases as the telepathic message is received.
Sarah stirs in her sleep, then rolls onto her front. You hurriedly sprinkle a little fairy dust over her to keep her from waking. You place a sprig of mistletoe on her bedhead. Marvellous stuff, mistletoe. Let's you get away with all sorts of stuff at Christmas. You stroke her red hair gently and give her a kiss on the cheek.
"You've been a very bad girl this year Sarah," you whisper. "In fact, you're right at the top of my naughty list. You're very lucky to be getting a present at all."
Your trembling hand pulls off Sarah's bed covers and you admire her sleeping form. She's wearing a lacy silk nightdress, very short, that has ridden up and barely covers her curvy bottom. One knee is bent at ninety degrees, twisting her body and thrusting that gorgeous arse towards you. You breathe in sharply and slide a hand down the front of your big red pants to stroke your stiffening cock.
Every year you permit yourself this little indulgence. Like many travellers far from home you are tempted to stray. Mrs Claus has really let herself go lately — she's even fatter than you now and more interested in bon-bons than your Yule log. You are confined to the North Pole for three hundred and sixty four days a year, consumed by work and constantly dealing with mischievous elves, all while struggling with natural needs and desires that can't be satisfied. The situation is so bad that, just last week, you caught yourself admiring Prancer's well-toned hindquarters.
You reach out with your free hand and place it on Sarah's tempting bum cheek, feeling the soft curves through her silky sleepwear. Gradually you permit your hand to roam further, until you are stroking and groping her firm arse all over. Your cock is rock hard now and it's getting difficult to wank inside the confines of your suit. You unbuckle your wide black belt and wriggle your pants and polka-dotted boxer shorts down to the top of your boots.
You resume fondling and stroking Sarah's buttocks with one hand while you pump your cock with the other. Gradually her nightdress rides up to her waist, revealing her naked arse in all its glory. "No panties Miss Finkle?" you whisper, giving her bottom a little smack. "Such a naughty, naughty girl!"
You slide your hand between her legs and start stroking her pussy. She feels completely hairless down there. Sarah moans and spreads her legs wider, giving you better access. She starts wriggling her bum and gently thrusting her hips as her whole body responds to your magic touch. Your fingers start to get wet with her juices and you slip two inside her.
This is further than you've ever gone before. You pump your dick faster while finger-fucking her, preparing to shoot your load over the naughty redhead's bottom before making a quick getaway. But then Sarah suddenly moans and rolls away from you toward the other side of the bed, ending up on her back with her legs spread wide apart.
You stare at Sarah's bald pussy as she writhes around restlessly. One of her hands slides up her stomach and over her breasts, pulling her nightdress up with it, leaving her big tits completely exposed.
Your giant cock is harder than it's been in two hundred years, your big hairy balls almost bursting with good tidings. "Maybe we should unwrap your present early," you whisper, your mouth dry.
You reach into your sack and pull out her present, then tear the wrapping from it. The tag falls to the ground. It reads "To Sarah Finkle, with lots and lots and lots and lots and lots of love from Santa. XXX OOO XXX"
Inside the box is an eight-inch vibrating dildo. You spend a good five minutes extricating it from the blister packaging and undoing a dozen twisty-ties. "Bloody over-zealous elves!" you curse. You'll have a word with them on your return.
