Her tits were very small but perky, mostly just nipple, but she didn’t care. And her confidence was incredibly sexy. I wanted to stare at her a little longer but she just reached down, yanked open my pants, and wrapped her mouth around my cock.
I pulled her red hair back and held it up for her, keeping it away from her face, allowing me to watch her as she worked. The fire behind her forced shadows over her face but I could see her bobbing up and down and that was such a fucking turn on.
I loved the look of my cock pushing through her cheek, forming the lump there, as she closed her eyes and devoured me.
Her teeth scraped me once by accident and I thrust upwards. She choked a little, her gag reflex kicking in, and she had to stop for a moment.
“I’m sorry,” she said.
“No, I’m sorry,” I replied. “Come here. I want to feel you.”
She smiled and stood up. I kicked off my pants and sat naked in front of her. I thought she was going to straddle me on the couch and ride me so I could get a glimpse of her tits as they shook, but she didn’t.
Instead, she turned her back to me. She faced the fire and sat down, opening her legs a little as she reached between my legs, grabbed me, and held me still. I watched as her ass lowered and my cock sank into her drenched pussy. I went right in.
“Ahhh,” she said as she lowered onto me.
I wish I could put the sound she made into written words but I just can’t. The sound of pleasure, immense pleasure, and the varying levels of volume that accompany it, are impossible to write out.
She found her rhythm quickly and fucked me like I’d never been fucked. And I’d been fucked a lot over the years. She leaned forward and kept shoving her pussy against me, fucking me more than I was fucking her.
At the angle she was taking, my cock was slightly bent, and it felt so fucking good. I’d never felt my dick at that angle, not like that, and the stretching feeling, the slight pain was intense. It was so fucking amazing.
“Oh shit,” I said. “I’ve never…I’ve never…”
“I’m yours,” she reminded me. “Take me now and never bring me back to this hell.”
With that, she leaned back and wiggled her ass, making sure my cock was as deep in as it could go.
I reached around and placed my right hand against her clit and my left over her tits. I loved those tits. I loved them as much, but in a different way, than Agatha’s enormous ones.
I slapped at Kathleen’s clit with my fingers over and over, taking it between my fingers and rolling it around, pinching it, giving that clit so much fucking attention I knew it would be raw the next day. But Kathleen’s cries confirmed that she was loving every second of it.
And I pinned her back to my chest, lifted up till I was almost standing, and I fucked the shit out of her. She came as I fucked her there, driving up high inside of her. Her legs shook and she tried to collapse but I held her there and forced her to take it all in.
Then, when I knew I was ready to come myself, I plopped back down onto the couch and pushed her forward so she could bend my dick a little again. She knew what she was doing and knew what I liked. She bent forward and shoved back, fucking me so good.
“Right there,” I said.
And she stayed there, right in that position, until I couldn’t move and shot every ounce of cum I had into her, and she drained every drop.
Then we moved to the North Pole.
Things with Kathleen were great. Madison was so adorable. Her little face lit up when she saw the elves and many of them quickly became her best friends.
Kathleen seemed to really get it. She knew what she’d married into and each holiday season she’d help decorate and would even bake cookies and stuff.
And we fucked like rabbits. She loved me, that girl. And, man, did I love her.
We had a baby, little Nicholas, and he and Madison were our world until that time of the year…every year. During the Christmas season it was always about Christmas. Kathleen had always seemed to understand that. Unfortunately, with the birth of Nicholas, things began to change. As most parents do, we wanted to give everything to our kids. And that’s great. But at some point, in my line of work, you have to continue giving to others.
Kathleen never stopped caring about the kids of the world but she wasn’t into the life wholeheartedly. Every really cool item that came off the elf conveyor belt would be snatched up and saved for Nicholas or Madison.
She was an amazing mother, a wonderful wife, but she wasn’t a saint.
And she got old. I aged with her which I came to find out would always happen as I gave my heart to another. I’d grow old with them, and then, after they died, I’d return to my youth. We were both older when my Kathleen developed cancer of the uterus.
Time goes by very quickly when you’re immortal. And Kathleen’s time wound down while I held on to my health. Her energy drained and she spent most of her time in bed. Nicholas and Madison grew older but they were really involved in the lifestyle, giving all they had to the creation of toys, and they seemed to stop aging, both of them, right around the age of twenty-five.
Kathleen passed. And I was devastated yet again. The kids were miserable but just as everyone else grows old and experiences the loss of a parent, they dealt with their grief and moved past it. I, however, didn’t.
I suffered again. This was the second time I’d grown old with someone just to watch them wither away and then as if a slap in the face, a constant reminder of my curse camouflaged as a blessing, I’d rejuvenate and start all over again at age twenty-five.
I was young again, an old man in healthy and toned body. I was like a fucking vampire. As before, Nathaniel explained that Kathleen was a good woman to me and to our kids, but she was no saint. She never gave wholeheartedly. And I knew deep down in my heart that it was true.
Nicholas and Madison were worried about me. It had probably been a hundred years at least since Kathleen had passed. They wanted me to try my hand at love again. They’d both experienced loss of their own as they married and lost their spouses. It seemed all we’d ever have was each other.
Chapter 3
Marlena coughs again and again I wipe at her mouth with the cloth. The music outside has stopped. It seems the elves have either taken a break or have given up for the night. I take another long sip of my whiskey. Marlena. She’s an angel, asleep, fighting her own painful demons in her dreams and I know the minute she wakes she’ll be fighting the other battle.
The battle to keep going, to keep fighting, to smile through her pain. Each grin she gives is just for me because in her situation there isn’t much to smile about. I pray she’ll sleep a little longer, hopefully long enough for me to finish this letter so I can leave it here on the table and join her in rest.
The music starts up again, this time it’s Grandma Got Run over by a Reindeer. I have to laugh a little under my breath. I know its Barry singing that one. He loves that song. That brings me to thoughts of my third wife, the one before Marlena.
Celise was her name.
***
Before I get to her, I have to tell you a little bit about elves. Our world really consists of two different dimensions. The one you all know and one with different kinds of creatures, all just trying to live a life among each other the same way we are. Elves are part of that dimension. They were brought here to help me with my mission, simply because they’re always cheerful and are hard workers.
But there are different kinds of elves. The ones you see in movies, those are the main worker elves, and I just call them plain ol’ Elves. They’re my favorite if I had to pick one. They never complain and they’re so freaking funny.
There are two other families of elves from the other dimension. Some are smaller. I call those ones Pinkies and they mostly handle the cleaning up of the North Pole. They’re the cutest darned things and they’re so fast. They speed through the community, picking up garbage, sweeping floors, making beds, and searching for anything else they can do to
keep things tidy.
Then there are the taller ones, which I’ve nicknamed, Ventis. Yes, like the big Starbucks coffees. They are the same size as humans. I don’t employee many of them because they’re known for being complainers. Not always and not all of them, but the Ventis, of all the elf families, are the most difficult to manage.
Of course these nicknames I’ve given them aren’t their real names. I can’t even pronounce the real ones but they work for me so I keep using them.
I met Celise when she came to complain about one of her coworkers, another Venti. Any elf complaining about another was almost unheard of so when she asked to speak to me, I wanted to hear what she had to say.
“My people are lazy,” she said as she barged through the door.
She was relatively new to my team and had been assigned to the kitchen where she was responsible for putting the finishing designs on desserts. Her people were excellent in the kitchen.
I didn’t know much about her but the moment I saw her standing in my office, I was mesmerized. Long pink hair cascaded down the sides of her face with her pointed elven ears poking out ever so slightly.
Her lips were full, luscious, moist looking and I wondered if she had a habit of licking them or if they were painted with some sort of gloss. I know this will sound horrible, but I’m a man, and sometimes I can’t prevent my dirty thoughts. And my filthy imagination was drawn to those damned lips. I couldn’t help imagining them wrapped around my cock. And every word she spoke, with that slightly high pitched but kind of sexy elven voice, accentuated her lips and drove me wild.
She wore a pink, candy striper kind of outfit that put emphasis on her tits, not much larger than a handful, but insanely tempting. Her cleavage was clearly on display and I couldn’t stop switching my eyes between her lips and cleavage, until I noticed how long and smooth her legs were. I loved how they disappeared into her short skirt.
Fuck, I was hard at my desk. I liked her instantly. And I’d barely heard a word she’d said. Yes, I know, I sound like a pig, but come on. I hadn’t had sex in a while. No, it hadn’t been a hundred years. Are you crazy? I just hadn’t been married in a hundred years. I’d fucked a girl just a month before when I took a mini-vacation into Manhattan.
So I was overdue.
As Celise stood in front of me, telling me her problems, I noticed she wasn’t really looking me in the eye. She was looking at my chest. I glanced down to see that my shirt was unbuttoned a few buttons.
“Oh,” she said as she caught herself. “I’m so sorry, Mr. Claus.”
“What?” I asked, standing. “Don’t be.”
I stood too quickly and had forgotten about my hard on. I came up and slammed my stiff cock against the bottom of the desk. I doubled up in pain and fell over.
She rushed to my side and dropped to her knees to see if I was okay. Other than being incredibly embarrassed, I was fine. She rested on one knee and had the other raised just slightly and I got a clear view inside her skirt. She wasn’t wearing panties. And her pussy was different from the others I’d seen.
I mean it was formed the same way but it was bald and strange tattoo-like symbols were where a normal woman’s pubic hair would be.
I was insanely turned on. I looked up at her and smiled.
“Would you like to have dinner with me tonight?”
She didn’t answer. She just looked down at me and blinked. Her face was angelic, so innocent looking, and those lips again…man, I wanted to kiss those lips. I wanted to pull her pink hair back into a ponytail and shove my tongue into her mouth.
“Hello?” I asked.
She shook her head a little.
“I’m sorry,” she said. “I just…I just…”
She stood and started to walk out of the office. She grabbed the doorknob and stopped to turn around.
“Are you serious?” she asked.
“I am. I eat alone a lot…whenever we’re not having some kind of group feast. I eat alone…yeah, a lot. I’d really be honored if you’d join me tonight.”
She laughed.
“Why are you laughing?” I asked.
“It’s just…the girls aren’t going to believe me,” she said. “We all…nevermind.”
“You all what?”
“I can’t tell you much. But we talk about you sometimes. They won’t believe you invited me for dinner.”
“Would you like me to walk with you back to work?”
“No!” she shouted.
I was taken aback. I didn’t think the question seemed so absurd.
“Sorry to offend,” I said.
“It’s not offensive, Sir. It’s just that if you walked me down there everyone would talk.”
They were going to talk anyway but I let her be convinced she’d be safe from gossip if I didn’t walk her downstairs.
Later, back in my apartment, Celise and I sat at a makeshift dining room table brought in by my worker elves. It was a light wooden thing meant for two people. It was actually more like a card table than a dining one, but it served its purpose. Since Kathleen’s passing, I mostly ate at my work desk or on my lap in front of the TV. Sadly, my apartment was in no shape to entertain guests.
Celise kept her hands beneath the table as she watched me eat clams. She just stared and it was a little bit awkward to say the least. Since I knew she was checking me out, I put extra emphasis on each shell, widening my tongue and scooping out the meat with each bite.
She looked stunning. Her hair was back in a ponytail, but a large chunk of it had escaped and hung down over her left eye. I loved how the blue eyeliner enhanced her eyes and contrasted so well with the pink of her hair and light dusting of glitter she seemed to have applied to her face and body.
And those lips again. Wet. I remember thinking about the coat of wine I’d licked from Kathleen’s lips back in Ireland. I pushed the thought of my previous wife from my mind and focused on the date I had sitting in front of me.
The date I was starting to think might be masturbating beneath the table. Her chest rose and fell a little too heavily for someone just sitting and relaxing. Something was definitely going on. I took another clam and made a show of scooping it out with my tongue. I wasn’t sure, but it looked like she might’ve sighed.
“Sir, do you mind me asking why you brought me here?” she asked.
“Umm…”
I wasn’t sure how much I should actually say. I wasn’t in love with her and I didn’t know her long enough to be infatuated with her. The truth was, I wanted to fuck her until she couldn’t walk. But she worked for me so I had to be respectful.
“I like you,” I decided to say. “And I knew the moment you walked into my office that I wouldn’t be able to stop thinking about you.”
“Oh…wow…”
Her arm was still moving in an odd way and I just knew she was fingering herself. I wanted to see her. I’d heard once from my right-hand elf, Bradley, that the Ventis were extremely horny elves and would often get together and have orgies and crazy stuff like that. The regular elves and the Pinkies weren’t like that but apparently the Ventis were very sexual beings.
And that conversation kept floating through my mind as I stared at Celise from across the table.
The table. I hated the table at that moment for obstructing my view. So I pulled it away from Celise quickly and shoved it to the side. It skidded a few feet from us and we both sat in our chairs, staring at each other face to face. Celise’s hand was up her skirt.
She didn’t even attempt to play it off and remove it. She was fine with me seeing her.
“Fuck, you’re so hot,” I said.
She was beautiful, yes, but she wasn’t classy like my first two wives had been. With them I’d felt the need to wine and dine them at least a little bit. Celise just screamed sex.
As I said the word “hot” she closed her eyes, hiked up her skirt, and sank three fingers into her pussy. She leaned back in her seat and invited me to join the show.
I couldn’
t believe what I was seeing. I didn’t know whether to be turned off at her brazenness or to be turned on by her willingness to let me watch her finger fuck herself. I decided to be turned on. I’d get down to the facts later but at that moment, I wanted me some elf pussy.
I pulled my shirt off to let her catch a glimpse of the hard chest she’d been eyeballing in my office. I threw down my pants and sat my bare ass against the cold chair. And my dick was standing full mast.
Celise kept fingering herself, rubbing her thumb against her clit, and my eyes were glued to the shimmer of her juices smeared over the tattoo markings just above her clit. Three fingers fucked the shit out of her as she propped her tits up for me to see.
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