Naughty or Nice?
Copyright© 2017 by Armera Llsehi
Prologue
Science Fiction Sex Story: Prologue - Santa and his elves are very busy every years and need a little recreation time. Thanks to Mrs. C. that can happen with the help of the Promiscuous Four.
Caution: This Science Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Consensual Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Workplace Science Fiction Incest Group Sex Orgy Anal Sex Double Penetration Oral Sex
“Well Mrs. Claus,” Santa says smiling beneath his thick white beard. “Delivery day is only two days away and everyone has been working hard to get ready.”
The young Mrs. Claus looks up from her book. She is sitting in a recliner across from Santa, the crackling of the fire the only other sound in the room.
“It’s always hectic this time of year,” she says softly. “And you know you get so worked up.”
“Yeah I know,” he says with a heavy sigh. “And I know what you’re going to say. I need to relax more.”
“Oh no, Santa,” she replies with a chuckle. “I don’t think I handle anymore of you this season. Maybe you need to go see the Promiscuous Four like you do every year.”
Santa laughs heartily. “You’re already worn out?”
“Santa, you wore me out three days ago,” she says as her eyes drop to his crotch. “I just kept because of your insatiable appetite.”
“Tension,” he corrects.
Mrs. Claus laughs. “Yes, you have tensions, but appetite is the more appropriate word for you.”
“My dear, you know me better than anyone else,” he says with a chuckle.
“How else would you get anything done year after year?” she asks, raising one of her eyebrows up at him.
“I don’t know what I’d do without you,” Santa says and settles back into his recliner.
“Me either Santa,” she answers. “Me or the Promiscuous Four.”
“Speaking of which,” he says tactfully. “They are sadly booked with the rest of the elves, keeping them relaxed and stress free.”
“And they only have the last day free just for you,” Mrs. Claus says, knowing just where her husband is going with this.
“Yes, yes,” he agrees. “You now Mrs. Claus, maybe you should give them a try. They serve all the elves after all and I’m sure they can fit you in somewhere.”
Mrs. Claus smiles, “Oh I don’t know Santa. I have you and you keep me quite busy, like you do now.” She sets her book down onto the small table next to her recliner. She collapses the chair and glides across distance between them. “I think I’ve got a little more in me, before the girls need to take care of you.”
Mrs. Claus quickly undoes Santa’s pants and pulls out his thick cock. As her fingers wrap around his shaft it slowly grows, hardening beneath her touch. His cockhead is bulging in no time and then she puts her head down toward it.
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