Page 96 of Santa's Baby
She’s still on my lap as she catches her breath. I give her gentle kisses as she calms, wishing the grotto break was longer, so I could switch places and fuck her from behind with her face mashed into the sleigh seat cushions. But I can’t do that. Not today. Jen and Evelyn will be back at any time now, and so will Toby.
Tiffany winks as she gets up from my lap and squats. She runs her hands between her legs and collects the dripping cum from her pussy, then she sucks her fingers clean as I watch her.
“That’s just what I wanted for lunch,” she says, then pulls her tights up. Such a travesty to see that dribbling pussy hidden from view.
“How about you, Santa? Feeling better with an empty sack?”
“If only you knew,” I say, tucking my cock away.
“Knew what?”
“How much better you really make me feel, just by being here, never mind milking me dry with that amazing cunt of yours.”
“Aww,” she says, adjusting her elf hat, “look at you, being all soppy.”
“Just being honest,” I say.
“Then we should make emptying Santa’s sack a habit. Eve and Jen can always take the earlier time out. I’ll be conscientious and make sure the grotto is all set, ready for the queue to start up again. We always need a good elf on site with Santa, after all.”
“Maybe Santa will indeed deliver you a present every day, Tiffany. If you’re a good girl.”
“I’m not used to being a good girl,” she says. “I’m normally on the naughty list. Literally.”
She starts rearranging some of the fake gifts around my feet at that, and I get a punch in the gut. A fresh reminder of what lies ahead for us.
The Naughty List will be calling Tiffany with every passing minute. Her inbox of proposals is full to bursting. I’ve checked, and she’s been ignoring them, just as I’ve been ignoring the founders’ thread. But it’s there for both of us. We can’t ignore it for ever.
My dirty elf is making sure her dress is back in position when Jen walks in. My heart thumps at the realisation of just how close we were to getting caught. A minute, tops. If we’re going to play this filthy game every day, it’s going to get risky. Really fucking risky.
But as Tiff winks on the way out, I know I won’t be able to resist. I never will. I could never turn down my elf princess.
“You alright, Reuben?” Jen asks, and pulls a sandwich from a bag. “Grabbed you a tuna mayo baguette.”
Tiff is still in the doorway, smiling at me.
“Enjoy your baguette, Reuben,” she says. “If you’re back now, Jen, I’ll go grab myself some lunch. Might do a bit of shopping, too.”
“Go for it,” Jen says. “Head up to Janie’s Bakes on the top floor. Plonk your tired butt down and have one of their cappuccinos and carrot cakes. Bloody delicious.”
“Might just do that,” Tiff says.
“Don’t miss out. Trust me, you’ll be a regular!”
I don’t think Tiffany has been to the top floor of the mall before. It’s a shame I’m not taking her myself, as I’d love to treat her to a cappuccino and carrot cake. I’d be focused on her hungry mouth as she ate it. Her groan of appreciation at the taste.
I have to eat my tuna baguette quickly, and hit the bathroom like lightning before the grotto line opens up again. It’s going to be a busy afternoon.
Iho, ho, honon-stop from the off, adding to the mountain of Christmas lists and cards the kids have written for me, and hearing how much they want to see Rudolph in the sky.
I’ve just finished hearing how a young pair of twins want matching kittens under the Christmas tree when Evelyn arrives in the grotto. She has a look of confusion on her face. Her eyebrows are creased, and she points over her shoulder towards the grotto door.
“There are some people here to see you. They say it’s urgent.”
“Urgent? What people?”
She nods. “One of them said his name is Bry, and the other guy… I think I’ve seen him before. People are talking to him. Mayor of somewhere.”
I sit bolt upright in my sleigh seat and pull my stupid beard from my face, my heart fucking racing.