Santa's Little Helper (Tobie & Priscilla May)

[Tobie Peril]

The only reason Eddie “Santa Claus” Reynolds was still employed at the Roland Park Mall was because he put in the effort to grow and maintain an authentic Santa beard. If someone who was at least a decade younger came by with a snowy white beard, the manager of the mall would have banned him. In Eddie’s defense, he was good with the kids. He was able to maintain a jolly attitude and kept the line moving while making each child feel special. However, it was those that weren’t children that Eddie gave special attention to.

For instance, if there ever was a family photo that came by and one of the young ladies of the family were college-aged, well, there may have been a sneaky finger that explored her bikini line. Sometimes there would be a complaint while other times, he would get a knowing smile and occasionally a phone number. Over the years of playing Santa, he was able to figure out which girls were prudes and which ones were naughty.

Santa didn’t neglect his elves either. Let’s just say there were some lady elves who probably had a deep-seated Daddy kink, and he was able to fill in that box perfectly. He designated certain elves as “Santa’s Little Helpers” whose job was to help him pick out girls who would be wanting more than just a quick photo on his lap. And while he knew it was wrong to have favorites, there was one naughty elf that he always kept his eye on.

For now, Santa did his best to hide his leering eye at the naughty elf as he was wrapped up listening to a little boy.

“Well, a PlayStation 5 sounds like a tall order, but Santa will do his best,” He told the little boy, his voice naturally deep.

He let out a little chuckle as he looked up at the boy’s mother, who seemed annoyed by the visit. Part of the fun he had at the job was making promises that their parents couldn’t keep. He watched the family walk away and then turned to his Little Helper.

 

[Priscilla May]

Bending over at the hips she listened to a little girl in line ask a question about Santa. Smiling, she was all too happy to answer, as Catalina knew A LOT about santa. In particular Cat knew that santa loved his helpful little elves to bend in a direction where their ass could be admired by their master. As she answered the girls questions she did just that, ensuring there was just enough back arch to make it purposeful and sexy.

Most girls when they wore the little red and green elf uniforms wore red tights that covered everything jolly going on under their extra short (and arguably aesthetic) green skirts. Cat however enjoyed being a bit more festive, wearing red stockings instead, that only barely touched the edges of her green elf skirt. How else would Santa see her christmas tree panties and the indent of her slit.

As she listened to the girl ask a bunch more questions about santa, she looked back over her shoulder to the white bearded man, giving her belt of jingle bells a little shake while still bent over.

“Uh huh, this is the real Santa.” Cat told the girl, patting her on the head. “I know because I am his elf, and he has given me special proof he is the real deal.” She smiled mischievously, the mother of the child furrowing her brow unsure why the highschool girl used such an inflection.

“Does santa have a bald head under that hat?” The girl pointed to santa on his throne. Cat paused for a moment and blushed. He certainly had a nice big bald head, she recalled one of the first break-times they had together. Santa had groomed his elf to be good and help Santa relax during break, and Cat was all
Too eager to oblige, knowing she was Sanra’s favorite indeed. But of course she could not tell a little girl that, instead smiling and playfully answering.

“Yup he has a full head of hair.” She thought about Santa’s bush tickling her nose. “But let me go see if santa is ready to see you!” Cat stood up and frolicked over to the throne.

Bending at the knees she squatted before him, leaning over enough to be close to his ear but also so that her elf shirt collar opened up a bit to let santa have a peak. Cat was pretty much a washboard, yet she never recalled Santa minding.

“Hi santa.” She said flirtatiously. “Are you ready for a little girl to sit in your lap?” She ran her finger down his arm. “And then after me that girl wants to come take pictures.” She giggled softly in his ear.

 

[Tobie Peril]

Santa enjoyed watching his loyal elf approach him. By the strange smile on her face, he knew that she wanted something for him. As she bent over to whisper, he wrapped his hand around her behind. He could smell the festive perfume she was wearing, which seemed to really add to his sex drive. As Cat joked with him, he looked over at the little girl's mom, who seemed offended by whatever Cat had said to the youngster. Death glares from parents like that were part of the reason why he loved the elf so much. That, and her tight body. This Santa had always been a fan of flat chests, and Cat knew how to work her body.

"Let's have the little one have her turn," Santa said in a low voice. "After her, we can call it lunchtime. I hope you're hungry, Cat."

Santa gave Cat a slap on the ass when he was done talking to her. Most people would be worried to have been caught, but Santa had learned that parents are too wrapped up in their shopping, phones, and children to notice. He was quickly able to get back into his jolly mood as he called for the little girl.

 

[Priscilla May]

“But Santa we have so many customers in line to be able to take lunch.” Cat placed a soft hand on his shoulder as she felt his hand on her ass. The thrill of these people seeing Santa sexually mishandle her added to the pleasure for her. If she wouldn’t be expelled or her parents notified it she would have the jolly old fellows cock in her mouth as they worked, but that may put some out of the holiday spirit.

“I see a few elfs in line who look very eager to be on the good girl list this year.” She nodded to a few in line. “Maybe they will be helpful to Santa’s list making?” Cat stroked his beard hair as she made soft little suggestions to him. There was a woman or two who she knew she could get into some scandalous situations with Mr. Cringle, and as she stood up straight once more and bounced her small ass away from Santa to the awaiting girl, she eyed her targets.

The little girl and her mother approached Santa and much like the other normal customers, her mother looking mostly like the bitch “speak to your manager type” and thus not really a target.

Little girl on his lap, Cat would approach the next person in line, a girl she knew from school in a grade below her that was particularly innocent to all things sinful.

“Welcome to Santa’s workshop!” She smiled in a friendly and energetic way at her schoolmate, inconspicuously looking her up and down.
“How are you Grace?! Come to see Santa?”

The sheepish looking girl nodded and smiled, she was naturally shy in most cases, but enjoyed celebrating the hobbies like anyone.
“Yup like every year.” She responded.

Cat for sure knew that Grace had not seen THIS Santa before, else she wouldn’t be so innocent.

 

[Tobie Peril]

Santa spoke to the little girl with ease. He could sense a strange aura coming from her mother; it was clear that she would not be interested in taking her own trip to the North Pole with Santa. He posed for the photo and waved them away, awaiting the next person in line. The smile on his face grew bigger as he saw Cat approach with the new shy girl.

"Ho ho ho, hello young lady," Santa said as he studied the girl's body. She was just his type. "What's your name?"

Santa patted his lap, silently calling the girl over. As she got close, he wrapped his hand around her hip. He could sense how sheepish the girl was. Plenty of his more exciting targets were the shy kind. They would come to him feeling awkward but would leave with true Christmas spirit inside of them. It became like a game to him.

"Could you give Santa a smile? I bet you look beautiful when you smile." As he said this, his hands were exploring her backside. Her ass was firm and tight, just like he liked it.

Santa's eyes quickly darted to Cat as he mouthed "good girl" to her.

 

[Priscilla May]

Grace gave Santa a nervous smile as she was pushed down onto his lap. She was a bit closer to him than she had hoped, squeezing up to his itch beard against her arm. She also didn’t have time to adjust herself, her skirt in an awkward position under her romp as her extreme upper thigh rested on Santa’s velvet pants. The shy girl squirmed a bit, but nothing too obtusely, she was too shy to be too rude.

“My name is uh… Grace.” A shudder ran down her spine as Santa’s hand met her ass. But again she did nothing to protest, instead her eyes fixed on Santa’s wide.

Smiling in the background Cat watched the nervous girl squirm while being groped on the ass. She knew this sexually repressed female would be a freak like her one day, it was just a matter of getting here here.

“Oh my gosh Grace, let me help you fix your skirt.” Cat said in a polite tone as Grace blushed at the fact someone had noticed her skirt was malfunctioning. As Cat leaned down however she did the opposite of help, instead pushing her inner thighs open and pulling the top half of her skirt up enough to give Santa a view.

“There we go. Want to make sure you are on the good list this year Gracey.” Cat said breathing warmly into the flustered girl’s ear.

Cat sat frozen her legs slightly apart as her white cotton panties were exposed to the jolly old man. The panties themselves were transparent enough to noticed the black hairs attop her mount and blush lips squished against the fabric.

“Oh no…” Grace looked up in discomfort, still frozen.

 

[Tobie Peril]

Santa let out a hearty laugh as it was slowly dawning on the girl what was happening. He loved watching the slow realization of what Santa's true intentions were with these girls. He gave Grace's ass a firm squeeze before tracking his hand along her thighs. He looked down at her exposed panties, admiring how ripe and young she looked. Santa guessed that the girl was a virgin, and he was sure she wouldn't leave his lap as one.

"Grace," Santa started, tasting her name on his tongue, "my favorite elf brought you here because she knew that you have been a good girl this year. Is that true, or have you been naughty?"

On the emphasis of the last word, Santa started to rub his thumb over the girl's panties on the lips. He applied firm pressure to the girl's crotch, his thumb rubbing small circles. With his other hand, he reached over to Cat, having her chin rest in the palm of her hand.

"I think maybe our new friend here needs to relax a little bit before we take her picture. Maybe you should give her a small kiss; I know that always makes me feel better."

 

[Priscilla May]

Grace giggled and rubbed Grace’s shoulders as the girl flinched from the thumb rubbing along her labia. She squeezed the shivering girl’s shoulders as she tried to relax her and get her used to the touching. Cat knew Santa, especially the look on his face now. As she looked back she still saw a lot of people in line, even plenty of ladies who needed a bit of Santa’s blessing this year.

Leaning into Santa’s ear, Cat breathed warmly and expressed some concern.
“Santa… I know you want to give this girl an extra present this year….” she winked at Grace who looked frightened. “But there is still a lot of people in line, so maybe just feel her out as to whether she was a good girl or not and then we can always find another lady who needs a present when it dies down a bit. I could even bring her back.” She gave the back of Grace’s neck a squeeze as the girl turned uncontrollably red.

Grace’s panties began to moisten as she feintly whined about her luck in getting into these situations. Her eyes wide however she did nothing to resist.

 

[Tobie Peril]

"You're right," Grace said to Cat. "Just give me a bit more time with this little one."

Santa slowly started to rub his thumb around the girl's pussy. He chucked to himself, feeling how wet she was. Slowly, he stuck his middle finger inside her, feeling her insides. Santa took his time removing his finger as he began to place his hands at her side. His leg was now rubbing against the girl's wet pussy as he felt for her breasts.

"What would you like from Santa this year, Grace," he asked, a lustful tone in his voice.

 

[Priscilla May]

Grace’s eyes widened as she grabbed Santa’s shoulder to stabilize herself. His middle finger rubbing the insides of her womanhood as she nearly fell off his lap. She became as tense as a rock as he felt around her, the tip of his long finger rubbing her wet and rough insides as she squirmed. Her face was beet red as her breathing quickened.

She looked to Cat for support but found her only smiling mischievously at her, her schoolmate clearly in on this scheme. Being the timid girl she was, Grace endured it as she huffed and puffed trying to get a response out. She wondered if Santa could tell she was not a virgin, and if she would end up on the naughty list because of this.

“Uhhhahhh… I uh… maybe to… ahhh.” Grace already was embraced to ask the question she had, yet it was made worse as Santa felt the outside of her prickly labia.

She leaned in to Santa’s ear.

“A d...d… dildo…” she became even redder, asking for something to cure her of the lust she felt since the day she was deflowered.

 

[Tobie Peril]

Underneath his bushy beard was a lustful, terrifying smile. Grace's squirming and sheepishness only aided in making Santa even more aroused. When she revealed her deepest, darkest wish, Santa knew that Cat had picked another winner. His cock was and hard. Slowly, he began to press against the young girl's back; the imprint of his cock between her cheeks.

"Sounds like you've been a naughty girl this year," Santa whispered to her. "You're going to have to prove to Santa you deserve getting any kind of toy this year."

Santa signaled Cat over to where they were. As they waited for her arrival, his finger circled the girl's tiny pussy. He felt her clit and started to apply pressure to it.

"My sweet elf," Santa said when Cat approached them. "I want you to escort this young lady to his workshop. She's one of the girls on the naughty list."

 

[Priscilla May]

As Grace tried to control her breathing atop Santa’s lap, Cat looked at the line as she worried Grace was taking up too much of Santa’s time.

“Ok Santa, but we do have a lot of other happy guests that want to see you.” She took Grace’s hand and helped her down as she fidgeted to adjust her panties back to normal. Grace’s face was still bright red as she was led away from Santa, she was worried that her space on the naughty list would be solidified if she did not do as she was told.

Cat took her to their break area, which was a largeish closet near their Santa setup, a few couches and chairs and tables decorated the bland interior.

“Wait here for a bit.” She said hastily before turning and running back to Santa.

The line looked to be growing impatient. Cat quickly grabbed the hand of the next guest, a blonde girl in her teens, and led her up to Santa.

“Here is your next visitor.” Cat looked back at the line. So far it was mostly more kids, but there was one person near the end that interested her. A cutely plump pregnant woman looked a bit eager and uptight.

 

[Tobie Peril]

Santa readily watched Grace leave with Cat's escorting her. His mind began to fill with how he would use Grace once he was relieved of his duties. She seemed to be good friends with his favorite elf and wanted to use that to his advantage. If she was able to prove that she was on the "good list", maybe she could land a job as an elf-in-training. Still, that was a while away, and Santa had to move on.

"Hello little girl," Santa said to the blond girl. He continued to shtick of listening to the dreams and wishes of little kids while posing for pictures. He looked off to the side, spying Cat. He noticed that she was staring at the end of the life. The woman there seemed to have caught her interest, and he was sure that she would capture his as well. "What can Santa bring for you this Christmas?"

 

[Priscilla May]

The girl shrugged as she adjusted her jeans sitting on Santa’s lap. She flipped her hair a bit as she tried to think of what she wanted for Christmas, having been forced to come talk to Santa to show her little cousin what to do anyways.

Meanwhile Cat sized up the line, it was about to be a lull in business for awhile, and with Grace waiting in the workshop she doubted the girl would have guts to leave, at least for now. That left them time enough to deal with a certain subject she had in mind.

Walking back about 3 parties in line she approached the pregnant women who fanned herself with her hand as she looked largely uncomfortable standing there. She was not huge, but a cute pregnant belly sat on her hips as she held it with the non fanning hand.

“Can I get you a seat ma’am?” Cat kind asked as she let her bells jingle around her tiny waist.

“Aw thats sweet.” The mom to be said. “But I’m going to be uncomfortable no matter what honestly.” She swayed back and forth. “I’m just really… well you’ll understand one day when your pregnant.” She sized up the girl who was rather small and innocent looking, wondering if she knew even what it was like to have a man breed her.

“I uh… just wanted to come see Santa, since it is tradition and all for me.” She looked on at the Santa with the girl in his lap.

 

[Tobie Peril]

While Santa was used to dealing with difficult customers, it didn't make the job any easier. He could easily deal with non-verbal kids, but he could tell that this girl didn't fit into that category. She seemed to be acting purposefully difficult. While waiting for the girl to answer, he looked over at Cat and the pregnant woman. Santa could only assume what his favorite elf was planning, and he was sincerely glad she was putting the effort in.

"There must be something you want," Santa said to the girl in a dry tone. He placed his hand firmly on her shoulder. "If you're nervous, you can always whisper it in my ear." He leaned his head closer to the girl, eagerly awaiting her answer.

 

[Priscilla May]

Leaning in the girl cupped her hand over his ear so that her mother would not hear.

“A boyfriend.” She smiled as she leaned back, her bright smile beaming.

Meanwhile the crowd was growing restless, it was late and most wanted to get home.

“Maybe we will come back tomorrow.” A husband said to his wife and kids as they protested.

“It's just too busy.” A couple said as they too split.

Soon Cat realized that this pregnant woman was next in line, after the girl who was in Santa’s lap was done at least. She looked the pregnant woman up and down as she squirmed around in discomfort, her body glowing with hormonal over abundance.

“Oh my sister was recently pregnant, I heard a lot from her how it was.” Car smiled, placing a shoulder on the woman as the girl admired the woman’s large engorged tits.

“Whats your name b-t-w?” The elf jungled with a quick twitch of her hips.

The pregnant woman smiled, resting against a faux north pole at the entrance.

“Oh I am Bridget.” She smiled at the petite girl.
“And I have to say that elf outfit is super cute.” She looked her up and down, admiring how the younger girl pulled it off. “And just between you and me girlfriend…” her voice got lower as she leaned over. “... almost too sexy for a girl your age.” She nodded her head at how tight the pants were around her rear and hips.

 

[Tobie Peril]

Santa noticed the young girl's smile. He smiled back at the girl, lowering his hand back down to her waist. His hands were firm and warm, bringing her close into him.

"I'm sure that Santa can arrange something for you," he said, his voice lowered.

He knew it wasn't professional to be purposefully holding up the line. He didn't care though. He didn't care that people were leaving; his mind was focused on other matters. For a moment, his mind drifted to Grace, who was hopefully still eager and horny. Just the thought of touching her bare skin made him hard. Slowly, he used his other hand to guide the girl's hand over his crotch.

"Now, Santa's going to need some info if he's going to get you a boyfriend. What's your name, little girl?"

 

[Priscilla May]

The girl quickly retracted her hand from Santa’s bulging crotch, clearly startled as her eyes grew wide. She also seemed confused as her nipples became visibly erect under her tank top, poking from her flat chest.

Cat however had a better situation in mind. Strolling over she motioned for the pregnant mother to wait where she was. Coming up behind the girl, smiling at her mom, Cat leaned in and whispered in Santa’s ear.

“Santa, I have something interesting for your if you want to move on.” Her hand pat the current girl’s ass as she eyed the mother to be behind her.

“Sorry sweetie, I think your time is up.” She smiled at the girl, then smiled at her pokey nipples.

 

[Tobie Peril]

Santa wasn't bothered by the young girl's recoiling. He liked her reaction. He listened carefully as Cat came to his side, suggesting to move on. He took a quick glance and the pregnant woman she was speaking to, admiring her shape.

"Of course," Santa said to Cat. He kept his eyes on the elf while his hand went further down her backside. He snuck his hand under her clothes, giving her ass a squeeze as his focus was now on her. "Maybe when you tell me what you really want, you can come back." He released his hand, moving the young girl off her lap.

His attention was now on the pregnant woman who appeared to be next in line. "Bring her over," Santa said to Cat, giving her a quick slap on her ass.

 

[Priscilla May]

The girl tensed her back as she sat up straight when Santa’s hand squeezed her rear. Blushing she nodded vigorously hoping he would let go. Luckily she was dismissed not long after that, looking behind her she saw the elf walking up with a very pregnant woman. The girl and her mother remarked at how comfortable Santa and the elf were with each other, though the girl did not make mention of how handsy Santa was.

By this time it was a lull in the mall, few passers by came around as it would be closing time soon. No one else was in line to meet Santa either, except for the woman dressed in jean shorts and a purple blouse. Her shirt concealed the large belly of a woman full with child, and her tits topped it off as they were engorged with milk. It was easy to tell that should she not be pregnant she would be a nicely shaped girl of slight thiccness, but pregnancy certainly suited her nicely.

“Santa, here is your next guest, this is Bridget.” Cat supported the woman with her hand on the small of her back. Bridget came to Santa and smiled, excited to see the man in red as she stood next to him.

“Hi Santa.” Her fingers wagged at him as she stood beside. Her free hand held her stomach as she waited to speak with St. Nick.
“I would sit on your lap but I am sooo big right now, I hate it.” She laughed at her own expense as she held her stomach with both hands accentuating how big she felt.

 

[Tobie Peril]

Santa was delighted to see the girl leaving with her mother. He was sure she didn't know how to respond to what happened, and he waas even more sure she wouldn't say anything. If anything, he was inviting her to come back, but without a chaperone.

Santa then brought his attention to the pregnant girl Cat had escorted to him. He found her to be extremely beautiful, especially when it came to her curves.

"Hello, Bridget," Santa said to the young girl, bringing his arm around her back. He rested his hand against her stomach, which felt smooth and plump. Santa could feel that the girl was nervous. Affectionately, he started to rub his hand against her stomach. He looked over at Cat, eyeing her to make sure that they were now marked as "closed".

"No need to worry about sitting, my girl," Santa said, "We'll take good care of you. Now, tell Santa, have you been a good girl this year?"

 

[Priscilla May]

Bridget hummed as she felt santa’s hand over her stomach, she gave him an approving smile as she stood before him. She looked a bit uncomfortable, mostly because she had been standing for some time, yet she still nonetheless looked happy to be there.

Cat knew what to do from there, clipping up the closed sign near the entrance so those who were completing their late night shopping knew that St. Nick had turned in. Before too long she rejoined Santa and Bridget, coming to the side of the pregnant girl as she shook her hops to the jingle of her bells.

Looking a bit embarrassed Bridget shook her head at Santa’s question, rubbing her own belly as she thought of how to explain her situation.

“Well Santa… I guess as you can see I haven't been a super good girl.” She bit her lip. “Got pregnant and don’t know who the baby daddy is… sooo there is that.” She gave an uncomfortable laugh as her eyes dashed back and forth.

 

[Tobie Peril]

As Santa continued to rub the woman's belly, he took notice of her posture. He became aware of how uncomfortable she may be due to waiting in line for so long and all the standing she is doing now.

"Would you like to borrow my seat," Santa asked Bridget. "We can further discuss if you've truly been a naughty girl."

Santa took a moment to ready himself as he got out of the chair with an audible groan. While being a larger man was good for the Santa business, it took its toll the rest of the year. He took a step towards Cat, wrapping his arm around her waist. He glanced down at her for a moment, proud of her for finding such bountiful beauties for their after-work fun. Playfully, he lowered his hand under her skirt, pinching her ass.

"Now, Bridget," Santa started, placing his focus on the pregnant girl, "sounds like you're all alone on Christmas. Sounds like your kid has no father. Is that what you came to ask Santa? You want a daddy?"

 

[Priscilla May]

Bridget smiled awkwardly as Santa grunted to get up and offered her the seat. But how could she refuse to sit on Santa’s throne? The pregnant woman nodded, walking past Santa as she sat down comfortably on the throne, her shirt riding up a bit to show a sliver of pregnant belly as she closed her eyes and relaxed.

“This is a really comfortable chair Santa.” She he-he’ed before Santa began to ask her questions. She felt a bit self conscious about her kid not having a father, if she or Santa could change that she would. But right now stress was not good for the baby, and she had been more upset lately than anything.

Cat jumped as she was surprised at first to find Santa’s hand under her skirt, but melted a bit and smiled as he fiddled with her ass. She looked at the pregnant woman lustfully as her plump breasts rested on her belly.

“I uh… yea.. there is no father. He was a deadbeat…” Bridget looked to the side self consciously. “I have just been… kinda stressed about that, among other things…. and I just have felt so uncomfortable and strained too.” She motioned to how large and stretched her breasts had gotten.

Cat nodded sympathetically, coming to the Santa throne and sitting down in the small space left on the seat.
“My sister was pregnant recently too. She said it was so painful to be engorged.” Cat looked over her cleavage.

“It really is, just wish it would stop.”

Cat leaned forward, Santa would see a sinister idea on her face.
“Let me help you then.” Cat placed both of her hands on the woman’s breasts, beginning to softly rubbed and knead at them to comfort her.

Bridget gasped at first, both out of surprise and rush of feeling. But soon she nodded her approval as Cat picked up the pace of massaging her.

“That feel good?” She asked Bridget, looking over to Santa and winking.

“Uh huh…” Bridget closed her eyes and breathed.

 

[Tobie Peril]

Santa did his best to prepare about the woman's baby-daddy (or lack thereof). He noted how secure she looked in his seat, letting down her guard. As he saw Cat sitting next to her, his lust for both women increased. He was already listing the many dirty things he would force the young girl to do with the soon-to-be mother.

When Cat took the liberty of grabbing the woman's massive breasts, his cock was getting noticeably hard, causing the Santa suit to pitch a tent. He started to make his way towards Cat, burning determination in his eyes.

"She really is good at that," Santa said as he stood behind his elf. He pushed himself against her, wrapping his massive hands around her chest. He teased her a bit, feeling for where her nipples were over her clothing. "She learned from the best. Seems like I should have a turn here."

Santa flicked his head, signaling for his slutty elf to make room. He moved his paws off of Cat and placed them gently on Bridget's. He loved feeling his hands full of the woman's body, slowly massaging the mounds. He caressed her underboob, getting a feel for how big her tits were.

"Tell me what you want," Santa whispered to the girl, pausing for a moment before adding "for Christmas."