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  Holiday Special

  The Christmas Slut

  Broken Arrow

  Copyright © 2016 Broken Arrow

  All rights reserved.

  DEDICATION

  My deepest thanks to all the perverts, twisted souls, and mad people who love silly, sensual, and twisted stories. Without you, I'd have no readers and without readers, there'd be no reason to write. This is for all the perverts and the mad-minded.

  DISCLAIMER

  This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to persons, places, things, or events (real or imagined) is completely in your own head and not intentional on the part of the author. Do not expect real life to work the way life in this novel works. That would be a silly expectation.

  Author's note: All characters depicted in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older.

  Summary: Tiffany loves the holiday season and dresses like an elf, just for the fun of it. Sure, it means answering questions from people who think she's working at the stores, but it's great just to help people out and make their days better!

  While she's out shopping, she gets asked to fill in for an elf that called in sick. However, it turns out it's for a holiday-themed "stress relief" service.

  Giving the gift of her body, time, and sexual prowess to people who need it? What could possibly be a better way to spread a little holiday spirit?

  ***

  Tiffany loved the holiday season. Fake trees in every store, bright reds and greens everywhere, candy canes, and mall Santas everywhere she looked. For her, it was a magical time full of sweetness and warmth, even in the bitter snow.

  She smoothed out her elf costume, setting a few of the bells jingling, and walked out into the cold, winter air of the busy city. Carols played out of storefronts on tinny, word out speakers and shoppers moved in small crowds of blank-eyed consumer glut.

  "I just wish there was a way I could make the season happier for even one of these people," she said to herself.

  She'd been out shopping that day too and a lot of people had asked her for advice and directions in all the stores she'd been in. She wore an elf costume, a reindeer costume, and a Santa Claus outfit at least once every year, just for the fun of it.

  "Sure, people get a little confused and think I'm a worker at the stores, but then I get to help them and spread a little joy," she'd told her friends on more than one occasion.

  "Miss! Whatever the other store is paying you, I'll double it!" she heard a voice shout from across the street.

  She looked around and spotted an older, balding man in a wrinkled suit waving from an open door leading into a store she'd never noticed before. She pointed at herself after looking around to see if there was anyone else he could be talking to.

  "Yes! You, in the elf costume. Our elf called in sick and we need one right now," he said.

  Tiffany crossed the street as soon as traffic cleared. She'd been on her way to finish a little last-minute shopping, but helping out someone who needed an elf, when she just happened to be walking by in an elf suit?

  "That seems like fate to me," she thought.

  "You need an elf?" she asked.

  "Yeah. You're just about perfect. How old are you?" he asked, as his eyes wandered up and down her body, drinking in her long, slender legs in striped leggings, her narrow waist, and gentle, but provocative curves.

  "I'm twenty-two," she said, brushing back a lock of her black hair. "Why?"

  "Oh, you know. Contracts and all that. Need to be sure you're over eighteen," he muttered. "My names, Rick Mulhoon, nice to meet you, uh?"

  "Tiffany. Tiffany Spencer," she said, reaching out and shaking his hand.

  "Okay, Miss Spencer, if you just follow me, we can have you sign a few papers and you'll be our elf for the day," he said, leading her into the small, cramped store.

  "So... Uh... What kind of work does an elf do?" she asked.

  "Well, you know how a lot of people are really stressed out while shopping and just in general during the holidays?" he asked and she nodded. "Well, we provide a service that helps them relax and we do it with a holiday theme."

  She'd heard of those kinds of services. Places where Christmas shoppers got to have sex with holiday mascots.

  "I... I don't know if..." she stuttered for a moment.

  "Ah. I see. Well, if you're not comfortable with it... I guess there will just be a lot of holiday shoppers let down today. Nothing to be done for it," he said, running a hand over his bald head.

  "Well, I didn't say I wouldn't I just... How... how many people will be upset?" she asked.

  He flipped through a few papers on his desk. "There are ten men and a woman who were hoping for an elf to bring them a little holiday joy today. But if you're not comfortable..."

  She looked down at the desk for a moment, her well-groomed eyebrows pushed together. "No. I'll do it! It's the season to make other people happy!"

  "Perfect! I knew you were the elf for the job as soon as I saw you! Just sign this contract and we'll get you set up in your workspace," he said.

  His smile was a little crooked and his face a little pasty, but she could tell that she'd already made his day better.

  "Just think about it! I'll make eleven more people happy today!" she thought as she signed the contract.

  After adding her signature to a few pages of the contract, Mr. Mulhoon led her down a hallway with several doors leading off of it. She heard moans, squeals, and sighs from each. As a man was leaving one, tucking his shirt into his trousers, she peeked in and saw a busty redhead dressed in the top half of a reindeer outfit. The woman was panting, her face covered in cum, and a large, purple dildo sticking halfway out of her red fur-lined pussy.

  "Did you see the smile on that guy's face?" she asked.

  "Yeah, I sure did. I told you, you're really going to make the holiday season bright for people here. Too bad you'll only be working here for one day," Mr. Mulhoon said.

  When they reached the final door, Rick swung it open and ushered her inside. The room was covered in red and green streamers, mistletoe hung from just about every inch of the ceiling, and a small, plastic tree sat in a corner decorated in shining silver balls and bright lights.

  The bed was covered with a deep-red sheet and had dark green pillows. Next to it sat an overstuffed recliner and a nightstand with various drinks, snacks, and other decorations.

  She squealed and ran into the room like a child on Christmas morning.

  "I've always dreamed of having a holiday tryst in a hotel room set up just like this," she said.

  "Well, lucky you. You get to have at least eleven of them today," he said. "You go ahead and relax for a while. Your first appointment is in about twenty minutes."

  He closed the door as he left and Tiffany found herself sitting in the recliner, all alone in the room. She'd left her bags, purse, phone, and just about everything that wasn't her elf costume in a locker in Mr. Mulhoon's office.

  After what seemed like an endless wait, she sat up straight in the chair as the sound of the door handle turning and the door sliding across the carpet filled the room. A tall man with dark, thinning hair, walked slowly into the room and closed the door behind him. She could tell that he'd been all-muscle when he'd been younger and his arms still bulged against the fabric of his white shirt where he carried his jacket.

  "H- Hi. I'm Jim," he said. His eyes darted around the room, landing on her a little longer each time.

  "Hi, there! I'm Tiffany! I'll be your Christmas slef, slut... elf today," she stumbled over her words as she stood up and walked over to him, taking one of his large hands in both of hers.

  They froze for a moment, then both smiled and burst out into
laughter at how badly she'd mangled the one line she was supposed to do for her job.

  After he calmed down a bit he asked, "Your first day?"

  "Well, yeah. Might be my only day... I'm, kind of, kind of a temp," she said, looking down at his hand and pulling it to her chest. She blushed and started pulling him toward the bed.

  "A temp? How about we call you a special? A one-time-special!"

  "I like the sound of that," she said, sitting down on the bed and pulling him close enough to wrap her legs around him.

  She let go of his hand and unbuttoned the front of her vest, then pulled her shirt up, to reveal her pert breasts. The sound of his zipper coming undone, the feel of his hot mouth on her nipple, and his fingers massaging her wet pussy all rushed into her at once.

  In that moment, she was his holiday spirit, the joy, the sweetness, the warmth of the season - she felt it all surge through her body like electric lights. As her legs spread, her skirt rolled up, revealing her bare and hungry snatch. Soon, he'd buried the length of his burning-hot shaft inside of her, driving her into the soft mattress of the bed with thrusts that she was sure could have split the earth open.

  She let her hands roam his wide back as if trying to make a map of the well-muscled plane. Then, as he picked her up, his cock still buried in her grinding cunt, she dug her nails in deep, driving him to thrust harder and faster still.

  The air seemed to move past her in a gust of wind, then she felt the cool, hard plaster wall on her back, as he continued to fuck her as if possessed by an urgent need that could not be stopped. Then again, the air whirring past her ears, and she was face down on the bed, looking over her shoulder as he tore off his shirt and loomed over her body. She felt small next to the massive, older man and for a moment her body convulsed in a shiver of desire and hesitation.

  He reached over to the nightstand and picked up a large bottle of clear gel. The sharp click of the lid opening echoed around the room as he pushed a large amount onto his hand and began working it up and down his thick cock.

  Tiffany started to turn over to watch, but he pushed her back down. "Stay face down."

  She laid down on the bed, her head propped on her elbows and stared at the far wall. A moment passed and then she felt his weight press down on the bed behind her, his hand push between the toned cheeks of her ass, and then his fingers massaging and pushing body-warmed gel into her tight asshole.

  "I've always wanted to fuck an elf up the ass," he said.

  The head of his cock pressed against her tiny hole and felt like it must have been the size of her own fist. She was sure it wasn't, not really, but cocks always felt larger back there.

  At first, the pressure was slow, steady, and with patience unlike anyone else that had ever fucked her ass. Even so, she had to bite down on the red sheets to muffle her own moans and squeals as he worked the massive tool into her. As the head finally popped in, she let out a sigh, knowing that the first inch was always the hardest.

  His large hands reached under her, crossed and each took hold of her breasts, which felt small within the palms of his hands. Then his weight shifted, he pulled her up so she was on her hands and knees, and with one, fast, powerful thrust, he drove the entire length of his rod into her ass.

  She was sure the scream she let out must have been heard all the way out into the street, but after the first few pounding strokes, she finally adjusted and came back to her senses. She did her best to rock forward as he pulled back and grind back as he thrust forward, helping him fuck her ass even harder than he could on his own.

  "After... After all, this is... This is all to make his holiday better," she thought as she concentrated on the cock in her ass, the fingers twirling around one of her nipples, and the large finger flicking across her clit.

  "Oh! Oh, fuck! Fuck my slutty elf ass! Fuck!" she shouted.

  "Just like that! That's what I've needed," he said, thrusting in even harder.

  Time seemed to unravel into a meaningless collection of stretched out moments, pain and pleasure mixing to short out any sense of reality in her mind as he used her for his pleasure and to relieve the stress he'd been feeling.

  It wasn't until she felt him slow his pace, then his thighs lock just before he pulled his cock free of her gripping ass, that she finally came to her senses. With one hand he pushed her down to the bed, then with the other he gave his cock a few final strokes before she felt several splashes of heat land on her back and begin to cool.

  She lay there, face buried in the sheets, ass aching, cum on her back, and listened as he got dressed again. The soft rumple of his shirt, the brushing of the buttons on fabric as he pushed them closed, the sharp metal rip of his zipper closing all filled her slowly returning mind.

  "Thanks so much for this," he said.

  "No, thank... Thank you, sir! Have a nice day and a great Christmas!" she said, finally able to roll over, prop herself up on her elbows, and face him as he left.

  She stretched, cleaned the cum from her back with a towel, then stepped into a small bathroom that was attached to her workspace. There, she used the shower to wash up, got dressed in her costume again, and made sure to be ready and "picture perfect" for the next person she'd be spreading a little holiday spirit for.

  "I might just have to ask Mr. Mulhoon to let me work here until Christmas Eve. Maybe I can get a job here every year!" she said to herself while waiting for the next customer.

  She was smiling, sweet, and looking as if Jim had never even been in the room when the next person opened the door forty minutes later.

  "Um... I've... I've never done this before. It's just, the holiday. You know? And I've been feeling really down. I could, just... just use a little attention and-"

  "Don't you worry about it," Tiffany interrupted. "You just let the Christmas Elf make it all better!"

  The woman smiled, the stiffness melting out of her shoulders, and even her blonde hair, tied into a bun, seemed to relax a little as Tiffany pushed her towards the plush bed, unbuttoning her blouse, and kissing the back of the woman's slender neck along the way.

  "We're all about making sure everyone has the best kind of holiday season they can!"

  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  Broken Arrow loves writing strange tales of perverse and steamy sex. Realism is not key to the process, rather anything goes in the name of fun and fantasy.

 

 

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