Lots of people take a holiday job as a mall Santa or a mall elf for a little extra...cash, that is. But these three are about to get far more than they ever expected, because both of those pretty little elves are about to be screwed by Santa!
Warning: This story is 3,500 words of holiday erotica, featuring anal sex, a hot threesome, a female voyeur, dirty jokes, a firm dose of man-on-man action and a well-timed high five.
Excerpt:
I continued to blush, and I picked up my bag and began fiddling with it as an excuse to turn and not be facing him as I removed the jock. I began feeling inside my bag for my boxer shorts…and then I realised that the light had dimmed and it was suddenly harder to see. Slowly I looked over my shoulder, and there was Mickey, creating his own eclipse.
“Dude, I can’t see”, I muttered.
“Neither can I”, he said, grinning. “Why so shy?”
I opened my mouth and closed it again a couple of times. “Why’d you think that?”
He reached out and ruffled my hair gently. My knees went weak, and I felt for my chair to give me a little support. “You don’t usually get like this when you’re changing.” He stepped closer to me, close enough to feel his breath on my ear as he looked down over my trim shoulder. “You don’t usually get like that, either.” My cock jumped and stiffened to its full glory as he whispered those wicked words. “You’re a pretty little elf. It ain’t nothing to be ashamed of.”
I tried to speak. “I…I had no idea…”
“No”, he said, “but that doesn’t mean you haven’t been thinking ‘what if?’, does it?”
“Of course I have!” I blurted out.
“I know”, he said, still smiling that incredible smile. “You think I’ve never been checked out before? I love it when they try to be subtle. It’s so cute how wrapped up in yourself you were.”
I shivered violently as he began carefully tracing a finger over my shoulders. I could feel the heat pouring off him, right in the small of my back.
“I’m going in the shower now!” We both jumped as Laura’s voice echoed again through the room.