Phillipa Soo loved the holidays, especially Christmas. Santa Claus was her idol and she knew she had been a very good girl minus a few transgressions. An affair here, some cocaine there. Maybe giving her husband an allergic reaction on purpose so she wouldn't have to sleep with him on their anniversary would get a normal person coal in their stockings but not for Pippa! She knew in her heart and soul that Santa would understand. I mean he knows what it's like to be married to someone they don't particularly like. Yeah that's right Pippa couldn't stand Mrs. Claus but perhaps that's a story for another time.
Pippa made her way through the busy mall stopping in front of the frenzied Christmas workshop. All around her were elves and...Santa? Pippa was always offended by the fake Santa's in the malls. They just wanted a quick buck and to cop a feel. Well, at least that was her experience in high school. But still...she decided to check it out anyways. You never know, maybe today would be the real Santa. She had been extra good this year.
The elf in charge of the busy line saw her and smirked.
"You're here to see Santa?"
Pippa blinked, "yes, I'd like to see Santa and sit on his lap. Is there a problem?"
The elf groaned internally. He wished he had been three inches taller for the minimum height required for Santa to have a fine piece of ass like her on his lap. Oh well.
He let her through and directed her to this years Santa. An obnoxiously handsome and buff Santa which was not the malls usual type. However the more plump Santa was out with chlamydia. Tis the season, as they say.
Pippa slinked into his lap and faced him.
"Santa?"
"Sure baby."
Pippa rolled her eyes annoyed, "I knew you were an imposter. Like the real Santa has time to spend In a shopping mall."
The mall Santa wrinkled his brows in confusion. Did this hot chick think Santa was real?
Pippa continued, "well since you're not actually Santa...I don't suppose you'd be down for a quickie? You'd have to leave the suit on though."
The man held back a laugh, he'd heard there were women who had Santa fetishes but he didn't think it was real.
He led her to a back room where gifts were usually being wrapped but was empty. He turned to lock the door and placed her on the wrapping station.
Pippa pulled him by his beard and smashed him with a kiss and moaned "oh Santa"
"Oh I never told you my name, it's-"
Pippa gripped his dick hard and squeezed, "it's Santa. Got it?"
The man nodded in pain.
Pippa smiled and they started to bang.
After they finished, he put a gift bow in her hair and sprinkled some tinsel on her.
"Bye Santa!" Pippa said running off.
•••
Pippa returned home to an empty apartment. She took up her shoes and hung up her coat.
Hmmmm.
Where was it?
The elf on the shelf.
Pippa looked around the whole apartment. Under the couch, on the shelves, in the refrigerator. Nowhere. She decided to look in her kink drawer. Bingo. There lay her elf on the shelf (that Steve had hid for her). It was wrapped up in leather thongs and tangled up in whips.
