Who Really Guides Santa's Sleigh?

Since everything lined up rather nicely this year I've got a little double feature of stories for Christmas Eve and Christmas Day. Fans of rimjobs and hidden sex should definitely enjoy this one!

No matter how frightful the weather might've been outside everything was simply delightful inside of Santa's workshop. All his Elves were finishing up the last of his toys before he left and all of his reindeer were getting ready to leave on their yearly trip across the world. Except of course Rudolph, though none of the other reindeer were much concerned with him. Very much unlike Santa himself who couldn't help but address the matter yet again.

“It's not that foggy outside.” He remarked, peering out the window for a moment before looking down at all the magical doodads and doohickeys the Elves had built to track the weather across every continent, “There's no need to bring Rudolph.”

Anyone peeking into his office might not have known who he was talking to until they heard a wet slurp and a loud pop followed by Mrs. Claus, “Is that so?”

“None of the measurements or readouts predict any storms.” Santa insisted, “And you know—”

The rest of his comment was lost to a groan as Mrs. Claus swallowed up every last inch of his cock, effortlessly deepthroating his massive dick and sending her throat bulging outward around the inhuman girth like it was nothing. Her tongue swirled around the base as she planted another bright red lipstick ring on his skin while she slobbered all over his balls. Even after hundreds of years of her absolutely sucking him dry every Christmas Eve Santa was still completely overwhelmed by her talents. She might've been an absolute demon every other day of the year but something about Christmas turned her into a succubus as she worked his prick.

Little did he realize she might've had ulterior motives for interrupting him. And for eagerly bobbing up and down his painfully sensitive cock as she hid naked under his desk. Cupping his balls with both hands and massaging them so smoothly it was already driving him wild she teased him so good as she pulled herself off his prick, Everything about the way she licked and suckled on the head of his cock only to come plunging back down to the base absolutely ruined Santa. Within a few passes he'd forgotten all about Rudolph, the weather, and damn near everything but his wife's amazingly lips. He was practically on the verge of forgetting about Christmas as she bobbed up and down faster and faster with every passing second. All the while spit and precum drooled from the corners of her mouth and dripped onto her fat, heaving tits.

But just as suddenly as she'd started Mrs. Claus stopped, her lips vanishing from his dick with another messy pop as she said, “Stand up big boy!”

Doing as he was told without even thinking Santa moved to grab her head as he groaned, “You're an incredible woman you know that?”

“Of course I do.” She laughed, stroking his cock as she spoke and biting her lip. For a moment or two she let him think she was about to have hum use her throat like a cheap sex toy before Mrs. Claus shattered the illusion and replaced it with something better. “Grab the desk and brace yourself handsome!”

“What'd I do to deserve you?” Santa moaned, following her orders without question.

Mrs. Claus didn't answer his question as she slid out from under his desk and crawled behind him. She just smiled and playfully smacked both hands against his big round ass. But before Santa could even finish jumping at the sudden spanking she was spreading his cheeks and burying her face between them with an almost ferociously hungry moan. One moment he was recoiling from the sharp flash of pain and pleasure that was her smacking his ass, the next he was hunched over the desk and holding on for dear life as her tongue plunged into his asshole and swirled around his quivering little ring. He couldn't remember the last time she'd given him a rimjob and after the almost hour long blowjob that'd come before Santa was nearly at his wit's end within a few seconds. Gasping for breath and struggling to stay upright he was completely lost in the pleasure of her ministrations before she'd even really started, when she was just teasing him before pushing even deeper and really breaking his mind. Both of them knew she could do it at any moment.

Then Rudolph barged into his office, “S-Santa! I w-w-want to lead the-the sleigh tonight!” He stammered, all four legs trembling as he barely managed to stand upright and keep his head held high, “I w-was born to-to lead the s-s-sleigh tonight!”

Too stunned to react and completely frozen in place Santa just stared back at Rudolph in disbelief as Mrs. Claus continued to tongue his asshole. Every fiber of his body was paralyzed with shock. He couldn't even breathe as he stood there waiting for Rudolph to realize what he'd barged into. But somehow his youngest reindeer didn't seem to have any idea. Maybe it was the desk, maybe it was his youthful naivete, maybe Santa was just the luckiest man in existence. Whatever the reason Rudolph trotted closer without any clue what was going on.

And after a few more steps Santa couldn't help but find his voice, “W-We don't need you tonight,” he groaned, wordlessly cursing his wife for continuing to tease him, “We're not going to—”

Before he could finished his wife plunged her tongue deep into his asshole. Deep enough to brush against his prostate and absolutely ruin him. He didn't know how he managed to stay upright and he couldn't think clearly enough to even ask. Santa just stiffened as subtly as he could and gritted his teeth while Mrs. Claus absolutely tormented him.

“M-Mrs. Claus told me-me not to take n-n-no for an answer!” Rudolph declared, “A-And that's w-what I'm g-gonna do!” Or-Or not do! I-I-I mean—I won't l-leave until y-y-you say yes!”

Santa could actually feel his wife's lips curl into a smile against his skin as she teasingly pressed against his asshole even harder. She relented just a moment before he couldn't help but groan, her smile as wide as ever while she worked him over. And because that wasn't quite enough torture she wrapped a hand around his madly twitching cock moments after Rudolph finished speaking. Slowly stroking every inch of his spit covered length she moved just gently enough to not immediately give away what was happening. But just fast enough to make Santa's whole body tighten at the pleasure. Especially as she continued to ravish his prostate and slowly stretch out his quivering ring with her tongue. All the while Rudolph innocently watched him with as defiant an expression as he could manage.

“She told you th-that did she?” Santa growled, glancing out the window instead of looking back at his wickedly grinning wife and giving her away. He was too embarrassed to meet Rudolph's gaze a moment later when he looked back at him so he just stared down at his desk instead, “Of course she did...”

“Yes sh-she did!” Rudolph confirmed, “And I-I'm gonna listen to-to her! I know y-y-you said it w-won't be foggy t-tonight but I had T-Twinkle and Glitter explain how a-a-all those f-fancy gizmos work! And a-all three of us-us are certain th-there's gonna be a storm o-over Europe tonight!”

As if punctuating Rudolph's words Mrs. Claus swirled her tongue around Santa's ass in an absolute frenzy, her fingers gliding up and down his cock too fast for him to comprehend. It might've been nothing compared to what she would've done normally but with Rudolph standing right there, and all the adrenaline that sent coursing through Santa's body, it was nothing short of devastating. That sudden 'interruption, hadn't slowed down his libido at all. If anything it was only making him more horny by the second as he stood there hunched over his desk with his wife's face buried between his cheeks. And her tongue bruised so unimaginably deep in his ass. He wanted to argue with Rudolph even as Mrs. Claus tried to break him. Wanted to stick to his guns and insist on his original plan no matter what his absolutely maddening wife tried. But as soon as he tried to open his mouth she attacked his prostate with another barrage of pleasure and madness.

Pushing and prodding against his g-spot with wicked ease and ruthless precision she utterly stole his breath away in an instant. Just as he was opening his mouth to respond, to put his foot down. She'd always known him better than he knew himself. Why would he ever think she was above using that for her own cruel ends? In a way he couldn't help but feel a whole new rush of affection for his wife even as he gritted his teeth and gripped the desk so hard the wood creaked.

Still entirely unaware of what was happening Rudolph piped up again a few seconds later, “I-I-I'm not leaving until y-you say yes!”

“I know.” Santa groaned. Speaking through gritted teeth and sheer force of will he looked directly at Rudolph for just a moment in some stubborn attempt to ignore his wife's pressure. “And I-I understand why you care so much about this. But I can't just—”

Through pure luck and pure luck alone Mrs. Claus cut him short and sent a groan tumbling out of his mouth at the same moment Rudolph spoke out, “I'm r-ready Santa! I-I-I know I am!”

Letting his shoulders slump just the tiniest bit as he groaned under his breath even after Rudolph finished talking Santa could barely respond, “That's not... the point...”

“Th-Then what is?!” Rudolph demanded, “Why c-can't I lead th-th-the sleigh?! I was b-born to do this!”

Once again taking Rudolph's side in the most wicked ways imaginable Mrs. Claus pressed her lips tight against his ring and pushed her tongue just that little bit deeper. Just a little past his g-spot. Far enough to completely steal his breath away and still close enough to absolutely ravish his prostate at her leisure. All while continuing to stroke his cock and absolutely melt his brain as her tongue swirled so fast around inside him. As it plunged in and out of his ass and completely broke everything in what was left of his brain. Not to mention his entire body, nearly sending him into a fit of convulsive shudders as he used every ounce of strength he had left to keep himself neutral. Especially with Rudolph watching him so intently and especially with his own endurance fading so unbearably fast as he hurtled towards the edge of a cliff.

One he'd been dangerously close to for quite a while now. “It's not—I-I can't just—you sh-sh-shouldn't be—this isn't a-about—” Stroking his cock even faster and teasing his prostate even harder Mrs. Claus gleefully pushed him right up to the edge and she didn't slow down even as he stiffened. He knew she wasn't about to slow down for anything, “F-Fine! You can l-l-lead the sleigh tonight!”

Barely getting the words out before all function was stolen from him Santa forgot all about Rudolph, Christmas, and the entire rest of the world. There was only room for the crashing waves of pure ecstasy tearing through his body as he finally erupted. Or rather as his cruel wife milked every last drop of cum from his cock, her hand a blur across his length and her tongue absolutely relentless. Jet after thick, gooey jet erupted from his prick to splatter across the floor beneath his feet and it was nothing short of a miracle Rudolph didn't hear every creamy load hit the floorboards. If he hadn't been so busy celebrating he might've actually noticed.

“THANK YOU SANTA!” He cheered, gallivanting around the room and jumping into the air with unrestrained glee, “THANK YOU! THANK YOU! THANK YOU! THANK YOU! THANK YOU! THANK YOU!”

But the entire time Rudolph was celebrating Santa was painting the underside of his desk white with cum. He was drenching his wife's fingers in enormous strands of jizz and clouding her every breath with his seed as he erupted harder and longer than he had in years. But most of all he was totally lost in the cascade of pure bliss rippling through his body and assaulting his senses. Because of course Mrs. Claus had 't stopped her wicked teasing. She hadn't relented in her vicious assault. Not for so much as a single moment. She just kept working his prostate and stroking his cock throughout his ecstasy, pushing him even further and driving him even more wild as waves of pure bliss flooded every last fiber of his very being. The fact that he hadn't collapsed against his desk already was the greatest Christmas miracle ever and the longer he remained upright the harder it was to keep his legs underneath him. Not at all helped by the fountains of spunk erupting from his dick as hs knees buckled and his eyes nearly rolled back in his head.

“You won't regret this Santa!” Rudolph promised, scurrying towards the door with an ear to ear smile lighting up his face, “I promise you won't regret this! I'm gonna get go get ready now! Oh I'm so excited! Thank you so much Santa! Thank you so much!”

Rudolph hurried out of the room a moment before Santa finally collapsed and Mrs. Claus stood up, the door swinging shut behind him as Santa whispered, “That's the most evil thing you've ever done...”

“Is it?” She teasingly asked, sauntering around the desk with a cocky strut that made all her plump curves jiggle even more. Slowly licking some of the cum off her fingers as she approached the bathroom where she'd abandoned her clothes Mrs. Claus looked back at her man before shutting the door and cheekily said, “Then you'd better hurry back and stuff my stocking full of coal... if I've been such a bad girl...”

The door shut as Santa weakly pushed himself up on one arm, shaking his head and quietly saying, “I really don't know what I did to deserve a woman like you...”