Chapter 8

Emily’s Christmas shopping Trip and more sex including lesbian and bondage.

Fred drove Emily to the shopping mall and all she wore was a pink. A pink dress, pink panties, a pink bra and pink high heels.

Emily’s heart skipped a beat as she caught sight of him: Santa Claus, in all his jolly glory, sitting on his throne at the center of the shopping mall. He winked at her, and she couldn’t help but feel a blush crawl up her cheeks. Suddenly, she was transported back to when she was a little girl, sitting on his lap and whispering her Christmas wishes. But this time was different; this time she was all grown up.

As she approached Santa, she noticed his three elves standing nearby, watching her intently. They were each dressed in their traditional green outfits, their pointy ears poking through their hats. Something about them made Emily feel both excited and nervous. She took a deep breath and sat down on Santa’s lap, crossing her legs demurely.

“Hello, Emily, do you look cute in that pink dress and pink high heels” Santa rumbled, his white beard tickling her chin. “What would you like for Christmas this year?” Santa knew she had pink panties and a pink bra on under her dress

Emily swallowed hard, her heart racing. “I-I don’t know, Santa,” she stammered. “I’ve been a good girl, haven’t I?”

Santa’s eyes twinkled as he leaned in closer, his warm breath tickling her ear. “Oh, you’ve been very good, Emily,” he purred. “Very, very good.” He paused, giving her a sly wink. “But I think you know what you really want this year.”

Emily felt a thrill of anticipation run through her as she glanced at the three elves standing nearby. They nodded encouragingly, their eyes sparkling with mischief. She looked back at Santa, her heart racing. “I-I think I do know what I want,” she stammered.

Santa grinned, his white teeth flashing in the light. “Oh, really?” he asked, his voice low and husky. “And what would that be, my dear?”

Emily swallowed hard, feeling a mixture of anticipation and fear. She glanced over at the three elves again, noticing the way they were moving closer, their eyes fixed on her. “I-I want you, Santa,” she stammered. “I want you and your elves to fuck me.”

Santa’s eyes widened in surprise, and the three elves let out a chorus of hoots and hollers. The largest of the elves stepped forward, his hands moving to cup her face gently. “Are you sure, Emily?” he asked, his voice low and husky. “We’ve never done this before ... with a grown-up.”