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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 four—which is why I could do all the fun things as a Mall Santa—or 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, “¡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 fucki

ng 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!”

SMACK!

“Yesy yes, she’s so baddie,” moaned Sakura, her ears twitching. She rubbed at her flat belly. “Spanky her!”

SMACK!

“Naughty wotty putay whore!” moaned Ana Lucia. She pinched her nipples through the thin material of her boob tube.

“Spanky me!” squealed Vivian, her ass glowing. She wiggled her hips.

SMACK!

I loved it.

SMACK!

Whipping her ass with the Christmas lights was so much fun.

SMACK!

My dick was so hard.

SMACK!

I just wanted to keep doing it.

SMACK!

I wanted to spank her ass until she howled out in passion.

“Santy Claus!” she howled as she trembled there, her ass glowing red. “I’m so naughty wotty! A baddie elfy slut!”

“Yes!” I roared.

SMACK!

I threw the Christmas lights over her back. The colors glowed on her bare skin as I dropped to my knees. My dick slapped down on her welted ass. The warmth felt so good on my dick. I slid my crown off her rump, delighting in the texture.

I nuzzled my cock into her butt-crack. I slid down and down until I found her asshole. She gasped as I thrust against her. I drilled against her backdoor. She whimpered as I did that, her anal ring widening and widening.

“Santy Claus!” Vivian moaned, her pointed ears twitching. She tossed her head, the tasseled end of her cap swaying. “Yesy yes, I lovey anally sex with you! I lovey you, Santy Claus!”

“Love you, too,” I grunted, holding my bimbo-elf’s hips and thrust.

She squealed as her asshole surrendered to my unlubed dick. She was a bimbo. She didn’t need any lube. I loved the way her bowels devoured my cock. I slid deeper into her until my potbelly rubbed into her welted ass. she purred in delight, her ears twitching.

“Santy Claus’s dick in my assyhole,” she sighed. “Mmm, Merry Christmas!”

“Ho, ho, ho,” I bellowed as I drew back my dick.

She squealed in delight, her asshole squeezing down on my dick. She held me tight with her asshole. I enjoyed how she massaged me. She felt so wonderful around me. I slammed back into her snatch. I buried deep and hard.

She whimpered in delight. I savored the way she held me. It was fabulous having her massaging me. I groaned with the pleasure as I pumped away at her. I fucked her with force. I pounded my bimbo-elf with passion.

I stroked one of her pointed ears.

“Santy Claus!” she whimpered, her ear twitching almost like a cat. “Yesy yes, that’s so goody great! I lovey dovey you and your dick and your cock and you and being butty-fucked and you! Merry Christmasy!”

“Ho, ho, ho!” I groaned. “Merry fucking Christmas, you bimbo-slut!”

“Your bimboy-slut, Santy Claus!” she purred, her asshole clamping down hard.

The other bimbo-elves watched on with their hot eyes as I fucked Vivian’s asshole. I pounded her velvety bowels, savoring the way that tight sheath gripped me. The heat of plundering her swelled in me. I slammed into her snatch again and again. I fucked her with all that I had.

I thrust away at her. I pounded her with so much passion. I plowed to the hilt in her snatch. I thrust into her anal sheath again and again. It was so good to hammer her with all that she had. It was amazing to plow into her bowels over and over again.

“Santy Claus!” she moaned. “Santy Claus is so biggie and thicky and full of Christmasy cheer!”
“So fucking full!” I growled. “You feel my nuts slapping into your taint?”

I buried into her hard, my balls smacking her taint. “I doey do, Santy Claus!”

“Full of all my Christmas cheer,” I snarled.

“Yay!”

Vivian had such a tight grip on my cock. She massaged me with all that she had. It was so good to hammer her. I loved plowing into her anal sheath again and again. I thrust into her with such force. It was fabulous.

I thrust into her over and over again. I plowed into her hard and fast. I churned her up. I was so glad for it. So thrilled to bury into her anal sheath again and again. My nuts tightened with my load. She squealed out, her ears twitching.

“Oh, Santy Claus, yes!” she gasped out as her asshole went wild around my dick. “I’m cummying! Yay!”

“Yes, you fucking are!” I moaned as her bowels suckled at my spasming dick. “Ho, ho, ho!”
I plowed to the hilt in her and erupted.

I pumped my cum into my bimbo-elf’s asshole. She trembled there as she suckled at me. It felt incredible to have her nursing out all the cum from my nuts. I loved it. The heat melted up my cock. I loved that wonderful sensation as I filled her asshole with my spunk.

“Santy Claus’s festivey jizzies!” she moaned. “Yay!”

“Merry Christmasy!” squealed Sakura and Fanny as Ana Lucia cried out, “¡Feliz Navidadiiiii!”

I dumped more and more of my cum into Vivian’s asshole. I loved the way my bimbo-elf milked my dick. She felt so amazing around me. I shuddered at the heat milking my dick. It was so good to have her bowels convulsing around me. Just so damned good. I dumped the last of my cum into her anal sheath.

I ripped my dick out, still frustrated, but feeling better.

I grabbed Sakura by her pointed ears. A look of ecstasy crossed the Japanese MILF’s face. I shoved her to the ground, holding those long ears tight. She moaned in delight, her mouth opening wide. I rammed my dirty dick past those lips and into her warm, wet maw.

She moaned around my cock and suckled on me with passion. She sealed her lips around me and flicked her tongue around my dick. That felt so good. I loved how she danced her tongue around me. It was a perfect moment.

She polished my pole.

I stroked her pointed ears. She whimpered as I did that. I loved how she suckled on me.

“Franny, lick Vivian’s asshole clean,” I growled.

“Yesy yes, Santy Claus!” the busty brunette moaned. She darted past me and dropped to her knees. I watched as she parted Vivian’s whipped butt-cheeks, exposing the bimbo-elf’s puckered asshole smeared in my cum.

Franny feasted.

I grinned at that dirty sight as the naughty Sakura suckled on my cock clean. She buffed me with her tongue, swirling around me with that wicked appendage. I loved every second of this. It was a hot moment. I groaned, my nuts throbbing in her mouth.

She suckled with such passion on me. She worked her mouth up and down my dick. She nursed with passion, her cheeks hollowing. She felt so good sucking at me. I loved how Sakura bobbed her head and polished my pole.

“That’s it, you dirty bimbo-elf,” I growled, stroking my fingers up and down her pointed ears.

She whimpered and suckled at me, her slanted eyes staring up at me with such heat in them. She nursed with passion, loving my dick. My nuts twitched as she worked her hot mouth up and down me. She brought me closer and closer to cumming.

I loved it.

“Ooh, ooh, licky all of Santy Claus’s festivey jizzies out of my buttyhole,” Vivian moaned.

“So festivey,” whimpered Franny, her voice muffled.

I smiled at the sight, my dick throbbing in Sakura’s mouth. The bimbo-slut suckled hard. I caressed the tips of her ears. She whimpered as I did that. She moaned around my dick. The buzzing was fantastic, stimulating the crown.

“You’re going to get a mouthful of my jizz,” I growled. “Ho, ho, ho!”

She suckled harder while Ana Lucia licked her lips in anticipation. She squirmed there, wanting that so badly. I grinned at my Hispanic bimbo-elf as my Japanese MILF suckled hard on my dick. I stole Sakura, Ana Lucia, and Franny from their husbands. Their families.

I claimed them.

Owned them.

Loved them.

I savored that hot mouth sucking on my dick. Those delicious lips working up and down my cock. It was spectacular. I rose toward my climax. I would flood Sakura with all the cum that I had. Just pump her mouth full of my spunk.

I ached to do it. I was so ready to just dump it all down her throat. She would drown in the spunk. I loved how she suckled hard on me. She nursed with all her passion on my cock. It was fantastic to have her doing that. I groaned with delight.

“Shit!” I snarled. “Oh, shit, that’s good. That’s so good!”

She nursed on me with force. She loved my dick with all that she had. It felt so good having her nurse on me like that. I loved every second of it. She suckled on me, polishing my pole with all her might. It was a fabulous treat.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I groaned, savoring that hot mouth. “That’s it. Just like that. Shit, don’t you dare stop! I’m going to flood your mouth.”

She squealed around me. I stroked her ears as she polished my pole. She suckled on me with all that she had. It was an amazing rush to have her doing that. I loved the way she worked her mouth up and down my dick.

She polished my pole with hunger. She nursed on me with passion. Her tongue stroked around me. My nuts tightened with the force of her nursing. I gripped her ears like handlebars. She trembled as I grunted out in delight.

“Ho, ho, ho!” I bellowed as I erupted.

I spurted blast after blast of cum into her mouth. The pleasure slammed through me. I groaned as the stars flashed across my vision. It was so good to erupt into her mouth again and again. I pumped her full of my jizz. It was amazing.

“Yes!” I snarled. “Merry Christmas, slut!”

She gulped down my cum. She swallowed down every drop that erupted from my cock. The pleasure slammed through me. Stars flashed across my vision. I growled out with each blast, enjoying this immensely.

The pleasure slammed through me. I grunted with the stars that flashed across my vision. I savored this heat slamming through me. It was spectacular. Just an amazing moment of delight. I enjoyed every last second of this passion.

“Damn!” I snarled as I erupted one last time. “Do you think we’re going to do it!”

“Yesy yes, Santy Claus!” Ana Lucia said. “You’ll make it and deliver all those gifts to the good and faithful wifey wives. They need your Christmasy cheer, Santy Claus.”

I grunted. I hoped so.

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I woke up the next morning, eager to get the day started. I was in a pile of bimbo-elf flesh, of course. Well, Franny was cooking breakfast. One of them always got up to cook. They were such airheads, but they knew how to take care of Santa Claus.

I fucked Ana Lucia in the shower then checked my phone. I had… 89 Bimbo Candy Canes. I stared at it. How many women had masturbated last night? Shit, they needed their stress relief. Just eleven more to go. I could do that by 4 PM.

Right?

It was Christmas Eve. A busy day for a MILF.

“Let’s open for business,” I said, hopeful, though. Just eleven of those hot moms had to masturbate at some point with her toy.

The first MILF came in, a brunette with a snot-nosed runt. She got a clit rocket vibrator. The perfect thing for a quick cum in a bathroom. Just press it on her clit, even through her panties, and get off. That was all. Just a quickie.

I checked my phone after each wife. A Hispanic beauty, a Middle-Eastern hottie, and a blonde cutie left with a vibrator, a thick dildo, and a set of anal beads. I hoped they would use them. I glanced at my phone. Nothing.

It wasn’t even 10 AM. There was still time.

I was getting through fifteen or so moms and kids and hour. I was handing out more than enough toys, but noon came, and still nothing. I was at 89 toys. Women didn’t masturbate in the morning, but… That cutoff was worrying.

I just had to work through the women.

A Black MILF went home with an egg vibrator. A redhead with a butt plug. A blonde with a strap-on. An Asian hottie blinked at the sight of a vibrator with tongues for stimulating the clit. One woman had a hook-shaped dildo. Another had a wiggler, that rotated in her pussy instead of vibrating. On and on.

My phone dinged. 1 PM, a woman had finally masturbated. I was up to 90. Twenty minutes later, I reached 91. I kept up the faith. They were starting to get some stress relief in between working on Christmas dinner or decorating or dealing with in-laws.

A raven-haired MILF took home a set of ben wa balls that I wished to see her stuff into her pussy. As she left, my phone beeped. I hit 92. It was coming up on three, though. I had an hour before the mall closed. Two hours before the day was done.

After listening to a pair of twins whine about what they wanted for Christmas, their mom getting a thick and sleek vibrator, my phone beeped again. 93. My heart pounded as the stress of this slowly built up. Then came 94.

Maybe…

I handed out a double-headed dildo and hit 95. I was almost there, but the mall was almost closed. I hit 96 as a blonde came in with her toddler. The kid couldn’t even talk, but it made her happy. So did that thick dildo she took home.

My phone beeped. 97.

“Any more?” I asked.

Vivian opened the flap and said. “Nope, Santy Claus, the mall is all closey closed. So it’s naughty times! Yay!”

“No,” I growled, staring at my phone. “I need three more Bimbo Candy Canes. Just three more.”

I had an hour. Three women had to masturbate. I gave out so many sex toys. It was clear most of the women weren’t even using their gifts. I would have so many Bimbo Candy Canes. I probably would get a huge burst of them in a few days.

That didn’t help now. This was the last day as the Mall Santa. I had to pack up my pavilion and wait for next year. At least I would have the Bimbo App and have the entire month from Thanksgiving to Christmas to earn more Bimbo Candy Canes for next Christmas, but… I wanted to find out what would happen this year.

I didn’t want to wait.

“Come on,” I muttered as I paced back and forth.

“Let me sucky your dickie, Santy Claus,” Ana Lucia. “That makes you happy!”

“We can sixty-niney for you,” said Vivian, grabbing Sakura’s arm. “You likey to watchy us do lezzie things!”

“We can daisy chainy for you, Santy Claus,” added Franny. “All of us just lickying our pussies. Won’t that make you happy?”

“Just need the Bimbo Candy Canes,” I growled. It was already ten after. I just needed—

DING!

I chuckled. 98. I could do this. Fifty minutes to go. Just two more. There was hope. Real hope. I gripped my phone. Every time the screen shut off, I swiped it on. I ignored my bimbo-elves as I paced back and forth. Forty-five minutes to go. Forty.

“Come on,” I growled.

Thirty-five minutes. My stomach roiled. Two more. Just two more fucking sluts had to ram a dildo into their wet cunts and fuck themselves to an orgasm. They just needed their brats and whiny husbands to leave them alone for five goddamn minutes.

Thirty minutes. Twenty-nine. Twenty—

DING!

“YES!” I roared in triumph. 99. I was at fucking 99. I just needed another. “Let’s go. Come on. I need to visit a hot wife’s chimney. Just need to ram my cock into her flue and give her a good sweeping!”

“Yesy yes!” Franny squealed, clapping her hands together, her ears twitching. “Sweepy her chimney!”

“Sweepy my chimney!” gasped Sakura.

“Which hole is the chimney?” asked Vivian. “The fronty hole or the backy hole. Or the mouthy hole! Is that it?”

I left the bimbos to debate what “sweeping a chimney” meant as I stared at my phone. Twenty-five minutes. Twenty. Sweat dripped down my brow as it hit fifteen minutes. Time was running out. This was so fucking horrible.

Ten minutes.

“Come on,” I growled. “Just fuck your cunt or your asshole. Rub the vibrator on your clit. I don’t fucking care where you do it. Just one of you bitches enjoy your goddamn Christmas gift and have an orgasm. It doesn’t even have to be a big one!”

Five minutes.

“Shit!” I snarled, the pressure squeezing about my heart. “Don’t you do this to me, you fucking cunts! Don’t cock-block me! Just masturbate.”

Four minutes.

I struggled to breathe.

Three minutes.

I wanted to throw the phone across the room. The tension burned in my veins.

Two minutes.

This could not be happening. I could not come this close to—

DING!

With one minute to 5 PM, I had gained 100 Bimbo Candy Canes. I cursed and fumbled with my fat fingers on my phone, swiping for it, my heart hammering in my chest.

“Do you wish to spend 100 Bimbo Candy Canes to go from house to house giving hot wives and MILFs what they need?”

YES or NO?

I slammed down on the YES button, my entire body shaking. It was 5 PM now. Had I missed it? What if I didn’t push the button in time? My stomach soared until I noticed the tinsel-like sparkles in the air. Magic swirled around them.

I gasped as suddenly cold air washed over me. I sat in the back of a red sleigh that was harnessed to my four bimbo-elves. Only, they were bimbo-reindeer now. They were naked with headbands that had fake antlers adorned with Christmas lights. Each had a red, bulbous nose covering their real ones that glowed red. Cute little deer tails protruded from their butt-cracks, clearly attached to butt plugs.

I had a whip.

“On Bimbo and Airhead, on MILF and Slut,” I shouted, the words popping into my mind as I whipped each of their asses.

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

“Ho, ho, ho!”

They squealed as the whips left bright, red welts on their cute asses. They raced forward, Vivian and Franny at the lead, Ana Lucia and Sakura in the back. They leaped in the air, glittering dust bursting from their booted feet. I gasped as we rose into the air. They pulled my sled into the sky.

I laughed in delight as the mall parking lot fell away. Snow drifted out of the clouds above, the roofs of the houses around the mall covered in white. Smoke drifted from chimneys as we flew through the sky.

“Ho, ho, ho, merry Christmas!” I bellowed and cracked the whip.

CRACK!

Sakura squealed as I struck her ass again.
CRACK!

Ana Lucia moaned, her black hair streaming behind her as she ran into the sky with the other four.

CRACK!

Franny jumped and giggled as I graced her ass with a second welt.

CRACK!

Vivian’s red nose glowed brighter as she trotted with that saucy ass glowing with two red welts.
I loved this. It was so amazing. They trotted through the darkening sky. Snow was falling around us. Their breath puffed the air, but they didn’t seem effected by it. Their cute tails swished back and forth as their delicious asses wiggled. My dick was so hard.

Then they descended and I just knew this was the Albertsons’ house. That a good and faithful wife needed to be fucked and bred by Santa Claus before her husband. I had to cuckold him. He needed to witness my fat cock sliding into his wife’s tight cunt.

I would sweep her chimney thoroughly.

My bimbo-reindeer landed on the roof. It was sloped, but that didn’t matter. We were defying gravity. Magic buzzed around us as I grabbed my sack of “marital aids.” I threw it over my shoulder and hopped off the sleigh. I marched to the chimney. Smoke rose from it. There was no way I could fit, but…

This was magic.

Only an idiot would do this without magic. Chimneys weren’t straight. They were narrow. They had flues. It was a death sentence if you weren’t Santa Claus on Christmas Even. I stepped on the chimney and it enlarged. I jumped down it, heat rising around me.

I landed in the fire and burst out, sparks dancing through the air. Behind me, my bimbo-reindeer squealed as they popped out of the fireplace with me. The Albertsons froze. Howard Albertson was placing one of their kid’s gifts beneath the tree while Happy Albertson was wrapping one. She wore a blue silk bathrobe over her PJs.

“Santa Claus?” she gasped.

“Holy shit,” her husband said.

Mrs. Albertson just stared in awe as I bellowed, “Ho, ho, ho, Merry Christmas!”

“Merry Christmasy!” three of my bimbo-reindeer squealed. The fourth cried, “¡Feliz Navidadiiiii!” They rushed the husband.

“What the hell is going on?” Mr. Albertson gasped as the four bimbo-reindeer grabbed him. They were tying him up with Christmas lights. “Hey! What the fuck!”

He was wrapped up in the lights that blinked around him and shoved down in his recliner. Franny even reclined it for him and smiled at him, her big boobs jiggling before him. He stared at her, lust in his eyes. But they weren’t here for him.

“Mrs. Happy Albertson,” I said and reached into the bag and pulled out not a sex toy like I thought, but a clothing box. “Merry Christmas.” It was wrapped in red paper with green ribbons, the tag reading, “From Santa to one sexy wife.”

“Thank you, Santa Claus,” she said and took it. “Oh, my.”

“Happy!” her husband gasped as she tugged on the ribbon. She ripped open the paper and opened it to reveal a sexy, red baby doll nightie. She held it up, the cloth transparent.

“Santa Claus!” she squealed and threw her arms around my neck. She kissed me, my white beard rasping against her face.

“Happy!” her husband groaned again.

“I’ll go try this on!” she gasped and darted for the hallway.

Her husband stared in shock. He didn’t get this at all. I grinned at him and said, “I’m going to give your wife another Christmas gift.” I shoved down my pants and pulled out my cock. “She’s going to squeal on this as I breed her.”

“Holy shit!” gasped Mr. Albertson as his wife headed back into the room looking like dynamite.

Mrs. Albertson wore that red baby doll, the hue going well with her fiery hair. The material was thin and sheer, showing off her large breasts and hard nipples. She had a curving waist. The hem fell just below her waist, showing off a landing strip of red hair that led to her shaved pussy.

“How do I look in your gift, Santa,” she breathed as she posed for me.

“Amazing,” I said and shook my big dick at her. “I got something else for you.”

“All that cock is for me?” she moaned as her husband watched on in disbelief.

I winked at her. She trembled and darted for me. She dropped to her knees and swallowed my cock without hesitating. Right there before her husband, Mrs. Albertson worked her mouth up and down my dick. He growled and struggled at the strings of Christmas lights happily blinking around him.

I groaned at that hot mouth suckling at me. She worked her mouth up and down my dick. She suckled on me with all that she had. I groaned at the force of that wicked mouth nursing on me. She swirled her tongue around my dick. It was incredible to enjoy.

“Ho, ho, ho,” I bellowed, my belly jiggling. “Your wife’s got quite the mouth!”

“You cock-sucking—” Franny shoved a sock into his mouth to gag him. She had ripped it off his own foot.

“Baddie hubbies are punished and goody wives are rewarded by Santy Claus,” Franny said.

I winked at my bimbo-reindeer and enjoyed that good wife’s hot mouth suckling on me. I groaned. She had earned my big dick. So had I. I would enjoy this night. It was even better than fucking the married MILFs at the mall. Their husbands didn’t get to see me breeding them.

Mrs. Albertson worked her mouth up and down my dick. She suckled on me with all that she had. It was so amazing to feel her loving my cock like that. I groaned as the pressure in my nuts rose and rose. She knew what she was doing.

She was such a delicious whore as she suckled on my dick. She made me feel incredible. I loved every last second of that mouth working up and down my cock. I grinned at the husband as he squirmed there, his wife suckling on my dick.

“Damn, your wife knows how to pleasure a man,” I growled. “She’s eager for all of Santa’s seed.”
“It’s a Christmasy treat!” gasped Ana Lucia.

“Yesy yes!” Vivian said. “Your wife’s a goody and faithfully woman, so she’s gonna be all fully of Santy Claus’s biggie dick. Isn’t that greaty?”

“Yeppers,” Sakura said, nodding her head, her big boobs jiggling.

I savored Mrs. Albertson’s hot mouth. She stroked up and down my cock. I growled in delight as she pleasured me. She felt so good around my dick. She nursed on me with all that she had while my bimbos and her husband watched. This was so fantastic.

“Shit!” I growled. “That’s it. That’s fucking it. Yes!”

I erupted.

I spurted my cum into her mouth. The pleasure shot through me. I grunted with each blast of my cum that erupted from my dick. I spurted my cum over and over into her mouth. She gulped it down. she loved it so much.

My bimbos were starting to kiss each other. They paired off, Sakura and Franny making out while Ana Lucia and Vivian sank to the floor. They were so horny for each other as Mrs. Albertson swallowed all my cum.

I ripped my dick out of her mouth. She moaned in delight as she rose, her big boobs jiggling beneath her top. I cupped her breasts through her nightie, her nipples poking hard. I ducked my head down and suckled on one through her nightie.

“Oh, Howard, this is such an amazing Christmas gift,” she moaned. “Ooh, I am going to be bred by Santa Claus. We’ll have a special gift in nine months. Isn’t that amazing?”

Her husband just growled into the sock as I loved her nipple.

“So amazing,” she moaned. “Oh, this is a Christmas miracle.”

I ripped my mouth off her nipple and dropped to my knees. “Yep.” I stared at her shaved pussy, her tangy aroma filling my nose. “Merry Christmas.”

I buried my bearded face into her pussy. She gasped as my whiskers rasped at her shaved flesh. She trembled, grinding her cunt on me as I tongued her. I gripped her ass and lapped at her. She moaned, her big boobs jiggling beneath her nightie. I loved watching those lush tits quiver. Her red hair swept around her shoulders as she moaned.

I tongued her cunt. I feasted on her with all that I had, my dick so hard to penetrate her. Mr. Albertson moaned into the sock, struggling to get free. My bimbos whimpered as they pleasured each other. I just concentrated on the hot wife’s delicious snatch.

I feasted on her.

I licked and lapped at Mrs. Albertson’s tangy cunt as she ground her shaved flesh on my beard. My whiskers rasped on her flesh. She moaned, her head tossing. Her boobs jiggled beneath her baby doll. She whimpered.

“Santa Claus!” she moaned.

Her husband growled.

“I am going to cum so hard on him, Howard,” she whimpered. “Oh, this is good.”

I licked at her twat, my hands kneading her rump. I loved licking at her cunt. She trembled there. It was so good to feast on her. It was just a delight. She trembled, her boobs jiggling. She tossed her head as I devoured her cunt.

Her red hair danced as I feasted on that married flesh. Her husband watching only made this hotter. Made my dick harder to fuck her pussy. I wanted to slide into her cunt and breed her. I couldn’t wait to knock her up.

Christmas was the best holiday.

“Santa! Santa!” she moaned.

I suckled hard on her clit.

“Oh, yes, yes, Santa Claus! I’m going to drown you. I’m going to cum so hard. You’re so good at eating pussy, and that beard…”

“His beard is so goody great,” Vivian moaned, her voice muffled by hot pussy.

“So goody!” agreed Sakura.

I tongued Mrs. Albertson’s snatch. She trembled, girding her tangy twat on me. I licked at her as she squirmed there. She whimpered, her head tossing. She was so close to cumming. I licked at her clit. I tongued that sensitive bud.

“Santa Claus!” she howled and climaxed.

Her pussy juices gushed out of her cunt. She trembled, grinding her shaved snatch on my beard. She soaked my whiskers as she bucked through her orgasm. I drowned in her tangy juices. I licked them up, savoring every drop of her passion.

“Oh, yes, yes, Santa!” she moaned, her head tossing. Her boobs heaved. Her husband growled into the sock. “That’s so good!”

I licked at her twat. I tongued her, gathering up all her juices. I had to fuck her. Breed her. I wanted to fully cuckold her husband. I flicked my tongue through her folds one last time before I rose. She stared at me, her eyes hot.

I spun her around and pushed her down to her knees before her husband’s recliner. She crawled forward and pushed down the chair so she could nuzzle her head into his lap. She didn’t suckle on him, though.

“Watch me enjoy my Christmas gift,” she moaned. “Santa has such a big dick for my wet pussy! I need all his cum flooding me, honey!”

“Ho, ho, ho,” I bellowed as I dropped down behind her. I pressed my cock into her wet pussy. “Merry Christmas!”

I thrust into her cunt.

“Yes!” she howled in delight as her wet pussy devoured my dick.

I groaned as I sank to the hilt in her pussy. Her husband watched on, his eyes so wide. I smiled at him, savoring being in his wife’s hot cunt. I opened my jacket so my belly could rub on her rump. I drew back my dick, savoring her silky twat gripping me.

She whimpered into her husband’s crotch as I thrust back into her cunt. I fucked her hard, my bimbos gasping in the background. I pounded the married woman’s cunt. I fucked her hard and fast. I buried into her snatch over and over again.

I loved it. I thrust away at her cunt with all that I had. My potbelly slapped into her rump as I fucked her. She moaned, her cunt gripping my dick. Mrs. Albertson felt amazing around my cock. The pressure grew in my nuts.

“Damn, you got a sexy wife,” I growled. “I’m going to fill her up with my cum!”

“Yes, yes flood me!” moaned Mrs. Albertson. “Breed me! I want that Christmas gift so much!”

I grinned as I thrust away at her. I fucked her hard and fast, savoring the way her pussy held me tight. She massaged me with her married flesh. I grunted with each thrust into her twat. I would dump everything that I had into her.

I would flood her with all that I had. She would be brimming with all my cum. I pounded her cunt hard and fast. I thrust into her with force. I churned her up. She groaned, her cunt squeezing down on my dick. She held me tight with her snatch.

I loved how she did that to me. I savored the heat of her cunt around my dick. She felt so amazing. I loved thrusting away at her. I fucked her with all that I had. I buried into her cunt with passion. She whimpered, her hips wiggling back and forth.

“Oh, oh, Santa Claus!” she moaned.

Her husband whimpered.

“I’m going to cum so hard on him, Howard!” Her pussy clamped down on me. “Oh, honey, I’m going to burst on his cock. Santa’s going to flood me with all his cum. Ooh, ooh, your little dick’s so hard, Howard. Does this turn you on?”

He shook his head as I fucked her cunt.

“It does!” Mrs. Albertson laughed, her red hair swaying. “You are so turned on by Santa fucking my cunt with his big dick. Ooh, I am, too. He’s reaching so deep into me. All the way to my cervix. No man has ever stretched me out like Santa. He’s the best.”

“The bestiest best!” squealed Franny.

I grinned and thrust away hard at Mrs. Albertson’s pussy. “Then cum on my dick, slut. You’ve earned it. Ho, ho, ho!”

“Yes!” she gasped. “I’m almost there. Your dick is incredible. Oh, my god, I love it!”

I churned her up, my nuts so tight as they slapped into her clit. I fucked her hard, my potbelly slapping her rump. She whimpered into her husband’s crotch. He squirmed there, the Christmas lights twinkling around him. He stared at me.

I winked at him as I buried into his wife’s slutty cunt.

“Yes!” she howled.

Her pussy went wild around my dick.

I loved that hot, married snatch spasming around my thrusting cock. I plowed my shaft to the hilt in her. My nuts slapped into her clit as she nursed at me. Her silky flesh massaged me. The pressure burst at the tip of my dick.

“Ho, ho, ho!” I bellowed as I erupted and bred the slut-wife. “Merry Christmas!”

I spurted into her cunt again and again. I flooded her snatch with all the spunk that I had. It was an incredible rush to have all that spunk spurting into her snatch. I flooded her with all that I had. It was incredible to have all that jizz erupting into her snatch.

She whimpered into her husband’s crotch. She rubbed her face into his little hardon as I dumped my load into her womb. She milked me dry. I groaned as I erupted a final time into her pussy.; I filled her up with all my Christmas cheer.

“Santa,” she moaned.

“Merry Christmas,” I growled and ripped my dick out of her pussy. “Enjoy the gifts.”

“I will,” she purred and smiled at me, my cum dripping out of her well-fucked pussy. “Mmm, we’re going to have a third child, honey.”

Her husband stared at me, sweat dripping down his brow. I pulled up my pants, winked at him, and headed for the fireplace. My bimbo-reindeer, their lips dripping in pussy cream, followed. The fireplace opened wide. We headed up the chimney

There were more hot wives who needed Santa’s big dick and all his seed.

God, I loved this app.

I jumped into the sleigh and whipped my bimbo-reindeer in the ass. “On Bimbo and Airhead, on MILF and Slut!”

They trotted into the air to head to the next good and faithful wife’s house.

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