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had gotten her off and made her orgasm twice – and
then leaned back against the wall.   Taking a generous swallow of punch, she was surprised to note that it
was a bit sweeter this year than in the past, with just a hint of something
sour.   She had no idea what was in it,
but it was good and when another elf walked by with an extra glass, she
promptly snagged it and downed it in one gulp.
    Man, Steve was gorgeous, she
decided as he walked away.   Yeah, she
knew they all looked pretty much the same, but damn, he had a tighter ass than
the others.   And a bigger cock.   She’d seen that first hand over the summer
when he’d accidentally lost his swimming trunks after diving into the
pool.   She didn’t use the indoor pool
much these days, busy as she was, but every once in awhile, she let go and had
some fun.   She sure had had fun that
day.
    After that, she’d thought about
approaching Steve for a quick suck and fuck, but had decided against it.   He was a good worker, which she desperately
needed these days, and she didn’t want to put him in that kind of
position.   No elf refused her anything
that she wanted.   At least not if they
didn’t want to spend the year scooping reindeer shit from the stalls.   She did have some power around here, after
all.
    After a few minutes – or was it
longer? – Candy had consumed at least three more glassed of punch and a couple
of cookies, just for good measure.   When
Steve passed by her again, he took one look at her and promptly removed the
glass from her hands.
    “Slow down, Candy, hon.”   He frowned as she licked her lips in what
was a rather seductive manner.   “How
many of these have you had?”
    She shrugged, eyeing his crotch
with sudden interest.   “Doesn’t
matter.   It’s all good.   Just punch.”   Though given the way her head was spinning, just a bit mind you,
she wondered if there was a little something extra in the holiday beverage.
    “Yeah, about that.”   Steve looked kind of sheepish and rubbed his
hand on the back of his neck.   “Donny
sort of spiked the punch.   We watered it
down.   Don’t need another year with Karl
sitting on top the Christmas tree, the star up his ass, riding it like it’s a
pony.”   He took a sniff of the liquid
still left in the glass.   “Just maybe
not watered down enough.”
    Candy, ahem, Mrs. Claus,
shrugged.   “Doesn’t matter.   It was just enough.”   Then she gave Steve a lascivious look,
remembering yet again the way his hands had felt on her feet, the strong
fingers, powerful from making toys year ‘round, pushing on the sensitive areas
and making her pussy ache like her husband hadn’t managed to do in years.
    And, oh yeah, Steve was built.   Well, all of the elves were, really.   For as fat as her husband was, he demanded
that his staff be in top shape, down the last elf.   And Steve and his fellow elves were – more than sculpted, they
were built like porn stars.   Hard,
sculpted muscles with strong bodies and, since they were elves, with massive
cocks to match their massive sex drives.
    “Just enough for what?”   He frowned into the glass again and looked
up to find Mrs. Claus looking at him and licking his lips.   Yeah, this was kind of not right.   Then again, Candy did have great knockers
and he’d really liked the view he’d had when he’d massaged her feet a few
months back.   Who knew the woman
preferred g-strings?
    If rumor was to be believed, Santa
hadn’t played hide the salami with his wife in at least two years, maybe
longer.   There was, according to Frank,
who was the head of the sex toy department, a reason that inventory always came
up far short every year – and not just by a vibrator or two.   More like twenty.   Plus other toys.
    Not to mention that every elf here
knew that Santa thought his wife was “too damn fat,” as if the big guy had room
to talk.   Personally, Steve couldn’t
find a damn thing wrong with her.   She
was