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Santa's Little Helper (Tobie & Priscilla May)

Bridget’s eyes widened as she watched Santa reach around the young elf and massage her flat chest. She was even further surprised as the girl enjoyed it, biting her lip as she in turn massaged Bridget’s massive engorged tits. It also took little hesitation for the elf to make way for Santa to get in on the action, the young girl simply stepping back to allow the old pervy man in a santa costume to defile the radiant pregnant woman sitting on his throne.

Did either of them have any decency? They both seemed to be on the same page with what they were doing as Santa began to grope her, yet for all of her embarrassment and dignity she was too intoxicated by the feeling to stop them. Hormones were getting the best of her, letting nature get its way with the pregnant woman.

As Santa felt in and around her clothed tits she felt the young girl squat down between her legs, pushing her knees wider. Bridget at first resisted, but Cat layered on a few smacks of her lips on the exposed portions of the woman’s thigh, begging for permission to enter. As Bridget relented she felt Cat pine at the button of her shorts, undoing them and lowering the zipper all the way down.

Cat stared up at the woman who was occupied by Santa’s kneading hands, her large breasts flopping around in the man’s grip. Bridget knew what Cat wanted, and due to her mental state being hijacked by her carnal nature, she had no choice but to allow it. With furrowed eyebrows she lifted her rear off the seat so Cat could pull down her jean shorts.

There Bridget sat as Cat tossed her shorts to the side of the throne, taking in the sight of the pregnant woman’s lace panties as she kneaded her thighs, Santa watching the whole exchange. Cat did not ask for permission to grab at the straps of her panties, the willingness to allow oneself to be de-pantsed the last say she had in the matter. Bridget knew where this would end up as she moaned from Santa’s kneading and Cat’s kisses on her thigh.

Cat twilled her panties in her hand for a second, licking her lips and giving seductive eyes to the older woman. But the young lustful girl could not hold back much longer, propping open her legs more as she dove in to ravenously kiss, lick, and suck on every portion of the pregnant woman’s hairy flower.

Santa asked her what again she wanted, and Bridget soon realized it was more of a rhetorical question as she was fondled and groped on the throne.

“I want…. I want… ahhh.” She exclaimed as Cat’s tongue ran up and down her clitorius hood.

Bridget's eyes watered as she was both embarrassed yet extremely turned on.

“I… I want to cum…” she said with a large blush. It had been so long for her.
 
Santa continued to knead his hands through the woman's breasts. With each squeeze, his fingers sunk deeper, but was disappointed by the fact there was a layer of cloth in between. He looked down, observing Cat using her tongue to please the pregnant woman. No matter who it was for, he absolutely loved the sight of Cat on her knees, doing what she does best.

As Bridget squirmed in his hands, Santa let out a low "ho ho ho". He enjoyed hearing the girl's cries of pleasure and wanted to hear more. He released his hands for a moment, reaching for the edge of her top. He began to lift it up, exposing the woman's big stomach and lifting just above her large tits.

"You definitely belong on my naughty list with that answer," Santa said to the woman. "Let us take you to my workshop. We can help you with your situation there."

Without waiting for Bridget's answer, he aggressively forced his lips against here's. He teased the girl's tongue, drawing her in further for her lust. He lowered one of his hands to underneath the woman's skirt. First, he patted Cat on the head as if she were his little pet. He then found his way to the girl's clit, pinching down on it with as much force as he could.
 
Bridget loudly exclaimed as Santa’s thumb and forefinger pinched at her clit, almost kneeing Cat in face as she jolted from the sudden pain and pleasure. She nodded lustfully at the suggestion to move to the workshop, feeling Cat wipe her face on her inner thigh as the elf came up again from her pussy. Taking her hand she was led up from the throne, her shorts and panties still on the ground at the throne and shirt and bra pulled above her exposed breasts.

Cat led her through the mall this way, a naked trophy being taken to the display case. Yet given the time of day there was really no one around, save from the random homeless man who nodded his approval at the young pregnant woman. Bridget did not even notice, distracted by the numbness of her pussy as they came to a set of doors leading to their storage closet/break area.

It was dimly lit inside as they entered, random decorations strewn about and a simple folding table and chairs off to one side. As the trio would enter a single occupant jolted with a fright. Grace who waited as she was told at the workshop sat on a chistmas themed bench with her skirt and panties around her ankles, plastic candy cane between her legs clearly teasing her sex. The glistening girl stood to attention half naked as they entered, huffing and puffing her embarrassment.

“I… I… I… I was just bored! A little…” she stuttered trying to come up with any excuse, wet candy cane still in hand.

Cat giggled at her friend as she walked behind Santa, making sure the door was shut and locked so no one would disturb them.

“Well Mrs. Grace!” She took up a commanding tone. “If you want to even have a chance at the good list this year you better….” she shot a mischievous look to Santa. “You better take the rest of your clothes off…. both of you.”

Bridget smiled, knowing what was going on. She was more experienced than Grace as evidenced by her pregnant belly, so she had little issue discarding her blouse and bra. There the pregnant woman stood in natural glory, presented as a nice dish of purity for him.

Grace on the other hand had a different kind of purity to her, the innocent girl frightfully nodding as she didn’t want to be on the naughty list. Her clothes came off in a much slower fashion, but after some coaxing from Cat her nearly flat chest was also soon exposed.

During all of this Cat made quick work of her own clothes, appearing from behind Santa completely in the nude, her nonexistent chest and barely there hips glowing just like her bare shaven pussy. She leaned into Santa, holding her body against his as she smiled.

“What do you want your elves to do Santa?” She bit her lip, hoping she did a good job.
 
Santa was more than satisfied by the trio of girls who stood bare naked in front of him. His harem of younger women seemed to be hanging on his every word, especially Cat. He could sense the need for validation in her voice; that's what made her so easy to manipulate into being the slutty young girl she was today.

The old man started to undress, unbuckling his pants and unzipping the very warm Santa suit. Every night after taking off the suit, Santa was well aware of his rank smell. After unbuckling, his pants and underwear fell down to his knees, exposing his hard, thick cock. He plopped down on the bench behind him, feeling the cool surface against his bare behind.

"How about we all play a little game," Santa said, leaning into the bench. "The last elf who cums gets a very special gift from Santa this year. Let's start with...Grace. You said what you wanted for Christmas this year was a boyfriend."

He reached his large, meaty hands out to grab Grace's arm. Her skin felt smooth to his touch. He led her to be as close as possible to him, and then with a single motion, forced her down, placing her on her knees, facing his cock.

"I got a special guy right here waiting to meet you. Why don't you give him a kiss."
 
Grace pushed back in repulsion, Santa’s cock was nothing like the man who deflowered her, the stench was palatable and she squished her nose as she neared it. But being the good girl she was, Grace also didn’t want to be on the naughty list, the straight edge girl nearing its sweaty tip with trepidation. Looking up at Santa as she sat nude on her knees her lip quivered, but after a moment of hesitation she moved her mouth in, hands on her knees she slid her lips over the top and took a few inches of his manhood in her mouth.

Being the inexperienced girl that she was, there was little movement simply staring up at Santa with his cock in her mouth as if it was enough. She tasted his flesh on her tongue and gagged, still unable to take his rankness.

Over to the side Cat giggled at her friends anxious approach to anything sexual. She came behind her, running her hands through her hair as encouragement as she watched her gagged on Santa’s post work cock. Cat remembered her first time doing it too, but ever since that day she looked forward to the time she had to clean his sweaty cock off with her tongue. Leaning forward she pushed Grace’s head down on his cock, before she felt the girl jolt backwards gagging as his tip hit the back of her throat.

“Common Grace, enjoy this!” Cat giggled again and walked away.

Now she had some other plans, Bridget stood alone and cold as she watched Grace get firsties with Santa’s cock. Cat figured she needed a bit of warming up and attention, after her adventures down south she figured there were other parts of Bridget she wanted to enjoy. Walking up to the pregnant woman who was a head taller than her she buried her face in one of her engorged breasts letting the soft flesh smush over her face.

From there Cat looked up and smiled, a content girl between two massive tips. Keeping her eyes locked with Bridget’s she found her nipple and wrapped her lips around it sucking. Her mouth filled with colostrum and milk as Cat smiled, letting some dribble down her cheek. Bridget gave her an approving smile, running her fingers along her flat chest and teasing the girls small nipples between her fingers.
 
Looking down at Grace, Santa couldn't help himself from smiling sinisterly at her. He wanted to break he had so many girls before her. He reached down, holding Grace by the cheeks. He pushed them together as he glided her up and down his cock. He released a few moans of passion, enjoying the feeling of her mouth around his cock.

"Looks like you'll be on my good list after all," Santa said coyly at Grace.

He moved the girl's mouth to get off his cock, holding her wet mouth open. A bit of precum was already coming from his cock as it stood at attention.

"Now, I want you to be a good girl and sit on my lap again." Santa looked her in the eyes as he spoke.
 
It was evident on Grace’s face that she was happy Santa put her on the good list again this year. For that she gave his big cock an extra kiss before he pulled her up. She stood and obeyed, her body bare before Santa as she did her best not to hide anything. Her small tits stared the jolly old man in the eyes before she nodded her head and turned towards him.

Sitting on his leg, her vagina pulsing with each heartbeat she smiled, wondering if he was going to ask her what she wanted for Christmas now that she was on the good list. Her bare slit moist enough to leave a mark on his red pants as she sat there, hands crossed in front of her as if her nude on his lap was normal.

Meanwhile Cat still suckled on the pregnant woman’s breasts, taking turns between each brown nipple as Bridget accepted the relief on her breasts with a smile. Bridget moaned as the younger girl took her milk, but soon her hands strayed down to Cat’s bare pussy, playing with her clit as she heard the girl exclaim.

“You're not the only naughty girl here sweetie.” Bridget giggled, both of them looking at the innocent Grace whk still thought Santa was real.
 
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