Naughty Mommies Enjoy Santa’s Big Gift
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Hank Oldman
I pulled out of Ana Lucia’s pussy, groaning, “Ho, ho, ho.”
I felt amazing. I had my three bimbo elves. Ana Lucia was number three. Now I could spend a Bimbo Candy Cane to fuck any of the moms who brought their brats to see Santa. The perks of being a mall Santa just went up even greater.
All thanks to this fucking app.
I was curious, though, about how much a fourth bimbo-elf would cost me. I blinked at the sight number. 27 Bimbo Candy Canes. I grunted. I could fuck hot moms or have permanent bimbo-elves. Right now, I was looking for variety.
My phone dinged and vibrated in my hand. I just gained another Bimbo Candy Cane. One of the moms that had already come by today had used the sex toy she’d gotten out of the magic toy box that the app gave me. That was how I gained the in-app currency. If they used their Christmas gift, I got paid.
I pulled up my red Santa pants and told my three bimbo-elves, “Get ready. We got more Christmas wishes to fulfill!”
“Yes, Santy Claus,” the three of them all squealed together. They all bounced in place, looking so happy.
Ana Lucia shoved down her green, fur-lined mini-skirt over her golden-brown ass. She was a gorgeous, Latina MILF. A married woman who was now my elf. She had the look down. Her black hair fell around her gorgeous face, her pointed ears thrusting out of her tresses.
And they were real pointed ears. All three of them had those. They changed when I used the app on them to bimbofy them. They became air-headed elves, horny sluts just willing to do whatever I wanted. They loved “Santy Claus” as they called me. They all wore the same green boob tubes and miniskirts with black boots and candy-cane-striped thigh-high stockings. They looked sexy with their green caps on their heads. Like mine with the fuzzy ball at the end. Old-timey sleeping caps.
I stroked my beard as I sat down on the seat in my Christmas pavilion. I had a real beard now, the app giving me that. No need to wear that fake one. At least it didn’t make me fat. I shifted in place and nodded to them.
Vivian was my first elf. She was a nineteen-year-old blonde hottie. She had big tits when I hired her that looked amazing in her boob tube. I always hired the hottest girls to be my elf assistant for the Christmas season. I went through a few of them. They’d all grow sick of me. But not Vivian. Not now. She loved me. Vivian pulled back the curtain.
“Santy Claus will see you now!” she said, so happy.
“Yeah,” said Franny. She was my second bimbo-elf. A hot, married MILF with black hair and even bigger tits than Ana Lucia or Virginia. She had some lush F-cups that bounced in her boob tube. “Santy Claus will give you all you want if you’re good!”
At least the mom. If she was hot.
A kid darted in and jumped on my lap. Red hair, freckles, and a tad buck toothed. He’d need braces when he was older. He instantly started babbling about what he wanted for Christmas as his mom stepped in after him.
I grinned at the sight of her. She had red hair, too, her skin pale and her eyes green. She wore a nice pair of jeans and a green sweater with candy canes on it and, “Merry Christmas,” printed in garish letters across the front. It was one of those god-awful Christmas sweaters, but it was clear she had a nice pair of tits. A wedding ring sparkled on her hand.
“You being a good boy,” I said, not even staring at the kid as his mother was led over to the toy box by Ana Lucia.
“Santy Claus knows you’ve been a goody mommy, so you get a specially treat!” Ana Lucia said, opening the magical toy box. “Lucky ducky you!”
“Oh, my,” said the mom as she reached in and pulled out her sex toy in its original packaging. She got an anal vibrator. She held it up, blushing. Her kid didn’t notice. He was babbling about what he wanted for Christmas. I hardly paid the brat any attention. I had my eyes focused on his mom.
My phone vibrated in my pocket. I pulled it out and saw a message from the app. “Have Mrs. Happy Albertson sit on your lap and be your slut for thirty minutes?”
YES and NO both appeared beneath it in festive letters. I smiled at how intuitive the app was. Of course, I was going to hit YES. I smashed that button and Ana Lucia came up to the kid and held out her hand to him.
“Let’s go play in the play room and have lots of funny times!” she said with a big smile. “There’s trains and cars and G. I. Joes and an X-Boxy video thingie. Doesn’t that sound like such funny stuff? Your Mommy’s gonna tell Santy Claus what she wants for Christmas and it’s all adulty stuff!”
“Sure!” the kid said as the mom stared at me. She sauntered to me as Ana Lucia took the kid off to the play room that had also appeared once I started using the app. They went off into a different part of the tent and fun Christmas music started playing.
To drown out all the noise.
This app thought of everything.
As the mom approached me. She glanced up above me and smiled. “Mistletoe.”
I looked up to see the small white flowers and the green leaves hanging above me. She slid onto my lap, startling me, and planted her mouth on my lips, kissing me. My beard rasped on her face as she thrust her tongue into my mouth.
I loved the passion that she kissed me. I grabbed her ass through her jeans. I squeezed them as I felt energy swirling around her. Suddenly, I was holding her naked ass. The magic of the app had stripped her naked for me. I loved this app.
“Ooh, ooh, you are such a goody mommy,” squealed Vivian. “Santy Claus will give you all your Christmasy wishes!”
“Yay!” cheered Franny. “Santy Claus will make you cummies so hard!”
Mrs. Albertson broke the kiss and purred, “Is that true? You’ll give me all my Christmas wishes.”
“If it’s to cum hard like a slut-wife,” I growled, squeezing her rump. “I know you’ve been so good this year. That’s why you’re getting a reward. My big, fat dick in your cunt.”
She ground against my lap as she leaned back. She worked her pussy into my dick. Her boobs swayed before me. I blinked at the sight that both of Happy Albertson’s pink nipples had silver barbells threaded through them.
“You’re pierced,” I groaned in shock.
“My husband likes them,” she moaned. “You said I’m a good wife.”
She pulled me between her breasts. I groaned as I rubbed my bearded face between those two lush tits. The married woman moaned. It was so hot. I would be cucking the husband she loved. Send her back to him with Santa Claus’s gift in her pussy.
In her womb, maybe. Would she have a Christmas baby in nine months? Wouldn’t that be hot?
She hugged me to her tits, my hands squeezing her rump. I loved the feel of her soft tits around my face. It was hot to rub my head back and forth between those lush mounds. My whiskers rasped over her breasts.
I kissed up her slope to her nipples and engulfed them. I swallowed her pierced nub and suckled on her. She gasped as I played around with barbell piercing. I twisted it, torquing the hot wife’s nipple, the Christmas music drifting through the tent.
“Oh, Santa,” she moaned as I did that. “Mmm, yes, yes, I’ve been such a good wife. I haven’t given in to temptation at all, but… It’s okay beneath the mistletoe.”
“And he’s Santy Claus, so it’s always A-okey dokey!” Vivian said. “Hottie wifeys deservey Santy Claus’s biggie dick!”
“His Christmasy cock is so thickie and hugey and awesomy and makes me cummy with such festive goody pleasures!” Franny added.
“Wonderful,” Mrs. Albertson moaned as I suckled on her pierced nub, her hot cunt grinding on my pants. I could feel her juices soaking through to my dick. “Ooh, you are big, Santa. Way bigger than my hubby. Ooh, this is such a delicious Christmas present!”
I popped my mouth off her pierced nipple. “Ho, ho, ho, Merry Christmas!”
I just couldn’t stop doing that. The app had definitely done something to me, but I didn’t care because the perks were worth it. I swallowed her other nipple. I suckled on her nub, drawing it into my mouth and nibbling on her.
She groaned in delight as I did that. She whimpered, tossing her head back and forth, her red hair swaying around her features. It was such a delicious thing to enjoy suckling on her nub like that. She moaned her delight as I did that, my hands kneading her rump.
I squeezed her ass, loving the feel of her rump between my fingers. I suckled hard on her pierced nub, playing with the barbell. Her hot pussy ground on my cock through my red pants. I had to be in her pussy.
“Oh, Santa, I need your dick in me!” she moaned. “Please, please, let me have that huge cock in me. I need to feel all the holiday cheer! Ooh, so much Christmas spirit needs to be in me!”
“Yay!” my two bimbo-elves cheered, jumping up and down. Franny’s boob tube spilled up, her huge tits spilling out and slapping together.
“Pull it out,” I growled. “Be my Christmas slut-wife and pull my cock out. You want to enjoy Santa’s big dick, then you got to get it out.”
“Mmm, I’m under the mistletoe,” purred the naughty wife. “I really have no choice but to cheat on my hubby with you.”
“Yep,” I said as she thrust her hand between us and reached into my pants. She grabbed my naked cock and pulled it out. I shuddered as I throbbed in her hand. She pressed me up into her shaved pussy. She rubbed me back and forth. “Ooh, I’m so wet. I love being fucked by my husband. He does me twice a day. Next time he fucks me, I’ll have your cum in me.”
“Yep,” I said as she plunged her cunt down my dick. “Merry fucking Christmas, Mrs. Albertson! Ho, ho, ho!”
“Yes, yes, Merry Christmas!” she squealed as she impaled her pussy down every inch of my dick. “Oh, my fucking god, that’s so much cock! I love it! Ooh, what a wonderful Christmas gift!”
“Yay!” my bimbo-elves cheered.