Merry XXX-mas!

The elves at the North Pole were tired of an overbearing Santa micromanaging them to death. How many centuries had they been doing this now? They decided Santa needed a distraction. A plaything. Something to keep him occupied if they ever hoped to get the toys done in time for the annual XXX-mas Eve party.

So they banded together and made Holly. They used only the sweetest sugar, the finest spice, and the nicest of the nice. No expense was spared. No detail overlooked.

Santa was delighted with his gift. The elves had never seen him look so… so… wolfish as he hauled her up to his office. The elves furiously went back to work, ignoring—well trying to ignore—Holly’s near non-stop moans and screams and expletives.

Dildos were still in sculpting, vibrators still needed their motors, and the silk for the pocket pussies was on back order. And there was only 3 days left! But without Santa breathing down their necks, production picked up. They sailed ahead of schedule. Maybe this year they would have an XXX-mas Eve… Eve party as well! It had never happened before but maybe this was the year—

Madam Clause marched into the workshop, looking none to pleased. Apparently the elves weren’t the only ones distracted—and ironically motivated—by the obnoxious sounds of pleasure coming from the Big Man’s office. She was all set to dole out the worst punishment imaginable… no XXX-mas Eve party.

But the head elf—Noelle—had anticipated this. While the rest of her crew was making Holly for Santa… she was secretly working on something just for Madam Clause. She handed the Queen of the North an envelope with a humble bow.

The entire workshop went silent as fresh snow—minus the muffled cries still coming from Santa’s office.

Madam Clause read the letter and simply raised an eyebrow at Noelle.

Noelle smirked. “Madam, the Mints are in my office. Please enjoy them at your leisure.”

Madam Clause turned on her heel and marched back down the hall towards the elf’s office.

All of the elves spoke at once. Madam Clause was not one to change her mind so quickly and easily. What was in that letter? What mints? They had to know.

Noelle quieted the other elves and reassured them all was well, because while Santa had Holly to play with, Madam Clause now had Peppermint and Spearmint—the Cane brothers—to keep her occupied.

So back to work the elves went.

And for the first time, their annual XXX-mas Eve party kicked off on December 23rd! They indulged in a full forty-eights hours of kissing, groping, moaning, licking, sucking, grunting, whipping, and every kind of fucking their kinky little hearts desired.

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