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How Mary Kringle replaced Kris with a set of dildos & her elf girlfriends.By cb summers. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. Things really started changing quickly after that. For one thing, Mary moved out of her apartment to be nearer the test room and the small sex toy manufacturing facility she was setting up. I hardly saw her anymore. I resisted the urge to go to the viewing room that week, for fear of dallying with Snowbell again or some other adorable elf.There was something in the air on the factory floor… a buzz of excitement. Wherever I went, I saw elves smiling up at me and whispering to each other. I figured they were talking about the new clothing Mary was designing. But I worried that they knew what Mary and I had done with Snowbell and the other elves… it was too horrible to contemplate! Whatever it was, I found their ancient eyes on me unnerving.I had at least one reason to suspect our dalliance had gotten out: my loyal secretary Blizzard, who'd been my assistant for 85 years, suddenly started flirting with me. At first I didn't realize what she was doing, but eventually I noticed that she'd left her frumpy striped blouse unbuttoned a bit too far. She bent over a few times, and I saw the top of her cleavage to the lacy top of her little elf bra. Then I noticed she wasn't wearing the red and green striped hose I made the female elves wear. She was showing me her bare powder blue legs for the first time ever, and I was shocked by how shapely they were. Blizzard, who was named for her snowy white skin, had always taken care of me. I'd always considered her a mother figure. But now…When I asked her to take a letter, she sat and crossed her luscious legs… slowly… so as to give me a glimpse of her little elf panties. Then, as I dictated, she looked at me intently over the top of her glasses, and every once in a while she'd slowly lick her lips. It was a seductive expression if I ever saw one. All at once I realized the implication of what was going on. She would do anything I wanted. Anything. No questions asked. Any of the elves would. It was pure, unadulterated temptation.I had no idea how I was going to resist. But I held out as long as I could.Every day I fought off the urge to go to the viewing room. But after the eighth day, Snowbell sent me a message saying that Mary was running the last test today. If I was interested in watching, this would be my last opportunity. That pushed me over the edge. Snowbell wanted me to come. Snowbell wanted me to cum! I couldn't resist, but I made up my mind not to do anything naughty. I wanted to be true to Mary, as I was sure she was trying to do too. So as I walked to the viewing room at the appointed time, I was determined to tell Snowbell to leave, and I would lock the door behind her. I wanted to masturbate alone, watching my naked wife play with sex toys, like a normal husband!When I entered the viewing room, my plan went up in smoke. Snowbell was waiting for me, wearing a thin, see-thru, pale blue teddy. I could see her dark blue nipples through the snowflake pattern. I forgot all about my plan.“Glad tidings, Santa! I'm so happy you're back.” She was glittering with happiness. “Here, have a seat. The test hasn't started yet.”I sat on the couch. Snowbell stood nearby, just looking at me, beaming with happiness. It was a good thing I'd worn baggy pants, because my cock was already growing just looking at her amazing little body.“How are you today, Snowbell?”“Wonderful, Santa, now that you're here. I was so worried you wouldn't come. I've missed you.”“Really?” I asked.“I had so much fun last time. I've told all the elves about it.”“Christmas crackers! You shouldn't have!” I snapped, even though I'd suspected as much.She put her delicate hands to her mouth, and her eyes filled with tears, “Oh… Santa… was I naughty?”Elves are ancient and wise, but quite emotional sometimes. I hated the look of despair on her face, so I put my hand on her little shoulder and said, “No, it's okay…I'm just… shy, I guess.”She smiled again, glad I wasn't angry. “Well, Santa, you have no reason to be shy. Elves aren't. We only wear clothes because you want us to. In our homes, we take everything off… well, not everything. Sometimes we like to wear things that make us look sexy.”“Really? I didn't know that.” I had to admit.“No, of course not Santa. You told us not to talk about those sorts of things thousands of years ago. You thought we were naughty.”“No, I'd never think elves are naughty.” I admitted.“Really? That's good to know.” She said, a mischievous gleam in her ancient elfin eyes.I crossed my legs to hide my growing erection and said, “I was actually afraid you'd think I was naughty after… you know.”“After you anointed me?” She giggled. “Don't be silly Santa! I've been anointed before. But that was the first time Santa anointed me! Everyone is so happy for me! Oh, you were so delicious! Yummy, yummy, yummy!”“I'm not the first?” I asked.“Of course not, silly! Elves anoint each other all the time!”“You… have sex too?”She laughed, “Of course, Santa! All kinds… all the time! We play every night after closing time in the little houses you made for us!” I'd always assumed those parties I heard were just… parties. But were they orgies? I've always considered elves pure goodness. If they had sex all the time… maybe having sex all the time was a good thing.She put her hands on my knee and leaned toward me, batting her elfin eyes, her breasts pushing up beautifully between her arms.“How do you like it?” she said, glancing down at her body.“You're beautiful, Snowbell.”She giggled, “Thank you Santa, but I didn't mean that. I meant what I'm wearing!” She spun in a little circle. “Mrs. Claus designed it.”“Is that… the new uniform?” I asked with a gulp.“No, not really. Mrs. Claus says there won't be uniforms anymore. She's designing a bunch of different things, shirts, robes, pants, and dresses. She says we get to wear whatever ones we want! I chose this one. It's my favorite. You can see my little nipples through it!” She giggled as if that was so funny. Elf humor, I guess. I heard a jingling and looked down to see single little bell hanging from a little strap around her waist. It was dangling right in front of her perfect vagina and ringing playfully as she laughed. She looked amazing but… was this the future? Would the factory be full of half-naked elves walking around looking like… this? I had to talk to Mary about this whole concept.Just then, Mary entered the test room. She was wearing red lingerie. Holy, Blitzen! I'd given it to her as a Christmas gift in 1872, but she'd never worn it before. Somehow seeing her in that skimpy red lace shift, beaded with pearls, made her look even more erotic to me than when she was totally naked. Maybe I just have this thing for red and white… but whatever it was, she looked utterly amazing. Then it got even better. She reached up and removed whatever it was that held her hair up in that abominable bun, and her long Christmas-red hair tumbled down her shoulders.I suddenly remembered why I fell in love with her.In the summer of 1702, I visited a remote Bavarian mountainside to collect the special syrup I'd been harvesting from the trees every year. I heard the beautiful echoing voice of someone singing a Christmas Carol. Lasst Uns Froh Und Munter Sein, to be precise (one of my favorites). I followed the sound and came across the most wonderful sight I'd ever seen. A pretty, redheaded Bavarian girl, standing with her back to me, a few feet out in the shallows of a clear mountain lake. She was wearing nothing but a loosely fitting red undergarment which the sun was shining through. I could see every detail of her silhouette: her long gorgeous legs, her curvaceous hips, and delicious buttocks. She'd already removed a big blowsy dress and had thrown it over a nearby stump. A moment after setting my eyes on her gorgeous figure, she reached up behind her head and undid her hair, with the intention of washing it. Her silken hair, which was the color of holly berries, cascaded down over her shoulders, like a red waterfall. I fell in love with her. Right there. Right then.I stepped on a twig and she turned with a start. Her eyes grew wide. She knew who I was the second she saw me. Everyone knows Saint Nicholas in Bavaria! She was so surprised and in awe of me, she didn't notice that the front of her undergarment was wide open, and I could see her beautiful breasts as plain as day, illuminated magically by sunlight reflecting off the surface of the lake. I gulped, my eyes riveted to her perfect tits. They were about the same size as her head and had large, fawn colored areolas decorated with tiny little nipples. As an added bonus, I could see the very top tuft of her beautiful red bush.Rip! My cock grew instantly hard, ripping upward through the leg of my pants, until it was pointed right at this lovely stranger. Her eyes opened even wider. That's not something you see every day. We just stared at each other for the longest time, not wanting this perfect moment to end.At just the right moment, I walked toward her, not bothering to cover my cock. She backed up a little almost slipping on a stone. She must have thought I was going to ravish her on the spot, but I wasn't that sort of man. I walked out into the shallow water, got down on one knee, and took her hands in mine.“Marry me,” I said.“Yes,” she replied.That's how we did it in the old days. None of this premarital sex stuff. You just saw a girl you fancied and you married her. Her parents were thrilled. Their last name was Christmas, which tells you that they were pretty big fans of yours truly. It just seemed like perfect symmetry that their daughter would grow up to marry Saint Nicholas.After the charming little wedding we boarded my sleigh. With the whole village cheering, we took off into the sky, heading north over the Bavarian Alps. Mary's long red hair was dancing about her head in the breeze. The little white flowers she'd braided in it were flying out, leaving a trail of petals falling earthward behind us. Her face was so happy, so young, so full of life. She excitedly asked me questions about the North Pole and insisted on calling me Saint Nicholas, even though I'd told her my real name was Kris Kringle. I didn't mind. It was charming. I felt a happy feeling that nothing in the world could buy.As we talked I grew more and more enchanted by her beautiful blushing face and flashing eyes. I had intended to bed her at the North Pole, but I couldn't wait any longer. The reindeer knew the way home, so I put down the reins and began to kiss Mary and touch her body, feeling the firmness of her large breasts for the first time. My cock was hard, but I'd strapped it down before the wedding, afraid it might misbehave during the ceremony. Mary ran her fingers along length of the hard log strapped to my thigh.“My… Saint Nicholas, how big you are!”“Would you like to see it… again?” I asked her, breathless with lust.“Yes, Saint Nicholas,” she said, shyly. She crouched in front of me, and pulled off my boots, carefully putting them aside. Then she unhooked my suspenders. Then she unbuttoned my pants, tense with anticipation, and pulled them down, followed by my red and green striped boxers. She stopped for a moment to stare at my enormous cock. The strap holding it down was digging into my thigh.“That looks painful!”“It is. Why don't you take it off for me?”She kneeled and breathlessly unhooked the leather strap, her fingers brushing against my naked flesh thrillingly. She had to pull hard to unhook the belt, and when she did my cock popped up and bonked her on the chin so hard that she said, “Ow!” and giggled.I chuckled along, but our laughter died out as she began to study my ruddy penis with intense interest. It was probably the first one she'd ever seen. She probably didn't know that it was unusually large, but she was impressed nonetheless. She began to touch it tenderly with her exquisite fingers. She ran her hands delicately around and around, then circling under my balls, and feeling the weight of them in her hands. I was utterly transfixed by the sensation! Then she bent over and kissed the head of my cock with her beautiful lips. I was so excited! No woman had ever seen it, much less kissed it! Then she opened her mouth as wide as she could and tried to swallow it. I'd heard lots of bawdy talk from lumberjacks and their trappers, so I knew all about blowjobs, but I'd never thought I'd be given one. She was a tall girl, very big boned, so she was able to get the head of my cock in her mouth, although it didn't go very far inside. She started stroking my shaft with her soft, large hands, lubricating everything with her saliva. As she did this, I took off my coat and shirt. I was in heaven.I felt a little surge of pre-cum shoot into her mouth. She looked at me in surprise. Then she suddenly stood up, her eyes wide with lust, and sat on the dashboard of the sleigh. She propped her feet on the seat on either side of me. I wasn't sure what she was doing, but I just watched her, transfixed by the beautiful sight of her hair was whipping about her head as she stared at me, her face tense with excitement.“Father told me to make sure you see.” She pulled up her dress, slowly, revealing her beautiful, long, naked legs. Much to my delight, I discovered she wasn't wearing any underwear. I was looking right at her glorious pussy. She reached between her legs, and pulled the pussy lips open to show me she that she was still a virgin. I leaned forward, ostensibly to inspect her hymen, as the preacher had insisted I do, but the instant I got close enough I had the overwhelming urge to kiss her there. I ran my hands up her thighs to grab her naked ass in my eager hands and buried my mouth between her wet lips. I tasted her sweetness and breathed in her musky scent, my nose buried in her holly berry bush. She groaned in pleasure, shocked I think, at the sensations I was giving her. A delicious liquid began to ooze from the little hole in her hymen. I lapped it up with my tongue then played with the thin membrane of her hymen, knowing that soon it would exist no more.I sucked and kissed her virgin pussy, wanting to extend our innocence as long as possible. But, desperate with passion, she pushed me back, and kept pushing until we both stumbled and tumbled over the seat into the back of the sleigh. I landed on my back on my magic sack, which, though empty, did protect me from getting splinters. In a twinkling, Mary was straddling me, looking down with an almost crazy expression on her face. Then she lowered herself onto my cock in one swift move and cried out in pain as I pierced her hymen. We were no longer virgins.“Mary, are you alright?”“Mother said it would hurt at first,” she whimpered. She forced herself farther down on me, grimacing in pain… she was so damned tight! Then, when about a third of my manhood was inside her the tip pressed against the back wall of her vagina, making her yelp in pain again. She stood up and my cock popped out of her. She looked at me, her face almost frightened from the pain it had caused her.“Saint Nick… I knew you were large… but… Oh, my!”“Mary! You're bleeding!”She looked down at the trickle of blood running down her thigh. “Mother said I would bleed. It's nothing.” But I sat up and tenderly kissed her pussy, and wiped away the blood with a corner of my magic sack.“I'm so sorry I hurt you, Mary.”“No, we need to do this. Just… give me a second.” She made me lie back again, as she screwed up her courage. Then she lowered herself again onto my shaft. I was about four inches thick, and it took all her effort not to scream as I penetrated her. She was so tight around me, it felt like I was ripping her open. But I saw determination in her face. She began to go up and down on me, faster and with greater ease. Then the pain on her face turned to pleasure. She smiled a large beautiful smile and began to groan.“Oh… Saint Nick!!! Sing for me!”I was always happy to take requests, even while making love to my beautiful bride. I began to sing a traditional Bavarian sleighing song. I sang with gusto. I'm always the loudest one when the caroling begins! Oh, what fun it was to sing a sleighing song that night! Mary was riding herself up and down on me with more and more power, in tempo with my singing, making the bells on the side of the sleigh jingle with each thrust. Then she started singing along, laughing from time to time at the gleeful absurdity of it all. She was fucking Saint Nicholas in his sleigh, the Bavarian Alps towering all around!I stopped singing when a surge of intense pleasure hit me in the guts. I felt something powerful building up inside me, from the tips of my toes and the top of my head. And all of that power was surging down to my balls, then started galloping up my shaft to the tip. I bellowed with joy as I came inside my lovely bride. I hadn't had an orgasm since before I was transmogrified. I'd been required to swear an oath to be celibate until I was wed. I guess I had a bit of a backlog of cum from centuries of disuse, because it went on and on, gush after gush for at least two full minutes, until it was pouring out of her around my cock, and across my balls, and pooling up around my ass. She moaned in pleasure, having an orgasm just from the sensation of three quarts of cum shooting inside her. It was an absolutely amazing moment, made doubly wonderful because of the love I felt for this beautiful woman.As I watched Mary let down her hair in the test room, I thought…I don't love her anymore.It was a shock to realize it. But I don't think I'd loved her in ages. Oh, she was still a beautiful, sexy woman, and I was enjoying the sight of her smoking hot bod, but… I wasn't all that interested in fucking her any more.Snowbell, on the other hand… I looked at her and I felt a tingling in my heart and in my cock. Love. If only I weren't a married man… I opened my arms and said, “Come here Snowbell.”She happily hopped sideways into my lap, right on top of my growing erection, which made her giggle. I hugged her playfully and cuddled her up to my face, her cheek to mine. I loved the way her body wiggled as she giggled. I was trying to desexualize her by treating her like a pet. But it didn't work. I wanted Snowbell to touch my cock again… but I resisted the urge and put her on my left knee, away from my erection.“Let's just watch, Snowbell. Okay?”“Yes, Santa, I would love to watch with you!”We looked into the test room. Mary was waiting expectantly on the fluffy bed, looking at a door on the blank white wall. The door opened and a blonde woman walked in. What the…? I had no idea who she could be. The nearest arctic station was about twenty miles away. Besides, this woman was built like a porn star. Then I realized I was seeing the life-sized sex doll! It was freakishly realistic. It was a high quality sculpture of an actual porn star, cast out of silicone, with real human hair woven on its head and pussy. It had an articulated skeleton, and realistic, fuckable openings in the mouth, pussy and anus. Freaky. A group of scantily dressed female elves were standing on each other's shoulders, manipulating the doll like a puppet, so it appeared to be walking. The doll was platinum blonde, dressed in a flimsy pink negligee, and white fishnet hose held up by a garter. It had bigger boobs than Mary. Obscenely large in fact. Its face was blank and its blue eyes empty of life. But when it moved… it came to life… it became a ‘she'. Elves are natural puppeteers.It was probably the weirdest thing I've ever seen, and it just got weirder.Mary looked at… I'll call her Dolly… appraisingly, as if deciding how best to use her. She reached out and squeezed Dolly's breasts with her hands. One of the elves giggled, and I realized she was voicing the part of Dolly. Mary smiled shyly, looking coquettishly at Dolly's eyes.“You have very pretty breasts,” said Mary, somewhat awkwardly.“So do you,” said Dolly, as she reached out to touch Mary's breasts. Mary arched her back lustfully, and pulled the front of her shift down, exposing her beautiful mammaries to Dolly's hands. Tinsel, a beautiful blue elf, stood between Mary and Dolly, and reached up past Dolly's inanimate hands to do the touching for her. Tinsel's long delicate blue fingers fondled Mary's perfect breasts, pinching her nipples.At the same time Mary squeezed and pinched Dolly's breasts and the elves groaned, “Oh, Mrs. Claus, that feels so good.”This went on for a while, the two of them… or the three of them, touching each other all over. I thought Dolly was creepy, but it was wonderful to see Tinsel's blue hands fondling Mary's breasts and ass. It was naughty… but utterly erotic.I felt Snowbell's hand starting to stroke my erection through the velvet.“Let's just watch, Snowbell.”“Okay,” she sing-songed, taking her hand away. But a minute later her hand was touching my erection again. That was odd. Usually you told an elf to do something and they did it. You never had to tell them twice. Never. But she was deliberately disobeying my orders. Still… it felt good… and it wasn't really like we were having sex… or so I told myself. So I let her continue.Mary kissed Dolly on the lips. Passionately! I felt a little surge of jealousy. Mary hadn't kissed me with that much passion in an elf's age. But she was kissing a hunk of petroleum byproducts like it were George Clooney!“If you want to masturbate, Santa, I won't mind,” said Snowbell, hugging me sweetly.“Well… Why not? Just… don't touch me there, please, Snowbell.”“Oh? You liked the way I touched you there before.”“I'm married. It's naughty for me to… to have sexual relations with anyone other than Mrs. Claus.”She laughed, “Oh, yes, I read about that silly custom on the human internet. I didn't know that rule applied to demigods!”Actually… I didn't know either. I had just sort of assumed it. I was born a human, so I'd always figured the same rules applied to me even after I was transmogrified. “Just, please Snowbell. I'm trying to be good.”“I understand, Santa. I won't touch.”I took out my cock, and Snowbell reached between her legs and offered me a dewdrop of her magical juices. I thought I probably shouldn't… but I took it, remembering how wonderfully tingly it felt. I broke the delicate drop open against my cock and spread Snowbell's pussy juice all over. Oh, elf magic… Um. I masturbated slowly, sensuously, as I watched my beautiful wife have sex with a rubber doll.Mary tried various things with Dolly… weird approximations of lovemaking. It was strange seeing her attempting to have sex with a woman. I knew some of the sample sex toys were strap-on dildos, so I wondered why she didn't just strap one of them onto Dolly. But I soon found out. Mary got on her knees, put her head between Dolly's legs and licked and sucked her silicone vagina, either enjoying it or pretending to, while the elves made Dolly appear to writhe and moan in pleasure. Dolly pulled at Mary's hair, and Mary responded by driving her tongue insistently into Dolly's plastic pussy. Mary reached between her own legs and began fingering herself with her ass aimed right at me. Oh, Mary… my heart ached for the past, when she'd wanted me to touch her there. It was an exciting sight to masturbate to, but angering as well, because I knew that Mary wouldn't let me touch her pussy with a ten-foot pole. She'd reduced me to this pathetic voyeurism.Then Mary lay on her back, and now Dolly crawled to the floor and pushed Mary's legs wide. Tinsel crawled under Dolly's head and put her elfin mouth on Mary's vagina. I felt a surge of anger. Why does an elf get to do that but not me? Then I berated myself. What did I care? I didn't really want to do that stuff to Mary anymore. I just wanted her to want me to.But then I started wondering… these tests had been going on all week… had Mary been having sex with her elves all that time? I'd sort of assumed she was as ashamed as I was about what happened. And whenever I did see her, she and her elves seemed to be all business. This was supposed to be research testing, but this had nothing to do with a sex toy! It's not like the women receiving these presents would have a bevy of little elfin beauties eat out their pussies. It was as plain as the elf in Mary's pussy… she was cheating on me!! Sure, I did it one time with Snowbell, but Mary had been doing it all week, who knows how many times?! I was furious! I imagined myself breaking through the window, throwing Dolly and the elves aside and ramming my huge cock inside Mary's inconstant pussy and fucking her, in spite of her protests, shouting, “Kris Kringle calls the shots around here!!!”But of course, I'd never do that kind of thing, and the anger began to dissipate. I noticed Snowbell was staring hungrily at my cock as I stroked it. She was still perched on the edge of my thigh with my left arm around her back, but now her legs were open and she was quietly playing with her perfect little pussy, sinking her long willowy fingers deep inside herself, while fingering her clit with the other hand. I itched to reach around her back and cup her little round breast in my hand. But I refused to betray Mary even though I was watching her betray me with Dolly and Tinsel right now.Mary was moaning with pleasure. I noticed now that Tinsel had a long tongue; probably six inches long. It was pale blue and agile, like a Giraffe's tongue, and whenever Tinsel went deep inside, Mary would grab Dolly's hair and shout in joy. I vaguely remembered seeing a long elf tongue centuries ago. It had grossed me out so much that I told the elves to keep their tongues in their mouths when they were in the factory, and they'd happily obliged. But now I could see Tinsel putting that long tongue to good use, probing Mary's vagina, feeling out places a cock or finger could never reach. Mary was writhing in ecstasy, and I was jerking myself off like there was no tomorrow. Tinsel was on her knees, and another elf, Greentree, reached over and lifted the back of Tinsel's robe and sunk her fingers into Tinsel's shimmering pussy. Fuck, that was hot! I felt my balls tingling. Then I noticed it was Snowbell's foot. She'd bent it back and was now tickling my balls with her long, agile toes as she masturbated herself!I wanted to tell her to stop… but I didn't. I looked down at her beautiful aqua body, which was flickering with pale magenta flashes in her glittery skin. She was fingering herself and her little baseball sized breasts were bouncing around under the flimsy teddy. I didn't know where to look… at Greentree touching Tinsel's pussy, or Tinsel going down on Mary's pussy, or Snowbell fingering her own. I felt a surge that told me I was going to come any second now… but I stopped rubbing my cock just in time to stop my orgasm.“Are you okay, Santa?” asked snowbell.“I'm okay… just trying not to… you know.”“Oh, good idea, Santa. You should never waste it unless you plan to anoint someone. You can anoint me, if you like.”She was looking up at me, four long fingers inside her vagina, smiling, hoping I would say yes. The bell between her legs was jingling like crazy as she finger-fucked herself. Our eyes were locked when she came, emitting a high pitched squeal of pleasure. It was like looking into eternity; she was so ancient, yet so pure and full of love. When she came, her toes squeezed my balls in a powerful reflex. It's a good thing I'm Santa, or it could have hurt me. But my balls aren't delicate little Christmas ornaments.Snowbell, humming in pleasure after her orgasm had passed, reached over casually and wrapped her hand around my naked cock and began to stroke me with her juice-covered fingers. It felt so good… but I needed to stop her! Whatever else may happen, I didn't want Mary to ever find out I had cheated on her.But then… I began to wonder again why Snowbell had disobeyed my orders not to touch me. With a sudden flash of realization, I remembered that she wasn't my elf. She was Mary's elf. Duh! No wonder she wasn't following my orders!I took her hand off my cock and calmly asked her, “Did you tell Mrs. Claus what you and I did the other day.”Snowbell, still in a post orgasmic state, answered woozily, “Oh yes, Santa. I tell the mistress everything.”I should have known… but Mary hadn't shown any sign of anger at all! Actually she'd been more pleasant to me lately than she'd been in years.Snowbell continued, “She told me to make you happy, Santa. I was happy to do it. I love Santa. His cum tastes like nutmeg!”So… it was Mary's idea for Snowbell to… what? Seduce me? Why? Then I knew why. It was so I wouldn't complain about what she was doing right now. If I could cheat, so could she!Mary's moans of pleasure developed into a powerful orgasm, even more insistent and amazing than any of the previous ones. Tinsel's long tongue was really going to town on Mary's pussy now. Dolly was reaching up, and the elves were pinching and twisting Mary's tits for Dolly.Strangely, I didn't feel mad. Because, it was obvious… Mary didn't love me either.To be continued..By cb summers for Literotica

Widower gets a special visitor on Christmas Eve.By PaulStevens. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy stories. Dan felt like a small child, sitting up watching his phone for alerts that his midnight delivery had arrived. It was like he was waiting for Santa or something, well in his case, more like a Mrs. Claus. Not that Elly was as saintly as the real Mrs. Claus, but she was getting him out of a jam with his 9-year-old daughter this year, and that made her saintly enough.In Jane's last difficult months of life, Elly was her faithful friend. In the months since Dan lost Jane, Elly continued to help him navigate the challenges of raising 2 kids alone.For Elly, it was a blessed distraction from her own failing marriage.Finally, Dan heard his phone buzz, and looked down to see the text; 'Here', on his screen. He hopped up and went to his garage and let Elly in the side door, before leading her into his shop, where he knew they would not be overheard, should someone be awake & snooping."Evening Elly, did you get my delivery?” Dan asked. “Everything look okay?""Yes, absolutely.” Elly said, cheerfully. “It looks fantastic, thank you so much for assembling that. You were a life saver, just sorry I missed you. Gracie will be thrilled when she sees it in the morning."Dan was mesmerized, staring at the glorious pair of jugs protruding from under Elly's red silk blouse. He quickly recovered himself. "Glad I can help! Assembling dollhouses I can do, clothes buying and fashion, not so much. Did you have any trouble at the mall?"Elly smiled, "Nope, as I told you, I was buying for Gracie and Josie anyways, picking up a few things for Samantha was no problem, and you do fine. Seriously, I'm not great at trends either, but at least they'll all match each other, so they can suffer together. I got some of Sam's stuff a size up from what you said by the way, her birthday isn't for ages, and she won't make it to the fall in the size she's in." Elly said handing Dan a stack of packages that, he noticed she had wrapped neatly for him, another thing off the list, tonight. “I hope you don't mind?”"Oh, not at all, I hadn't noticed, clothes were clearly not my department. Jane usually;" he stopped; thinking of his late wife; and fighting back the grief, "anyways, thanks.""Hey, Dan don't feel bad, like I said, you're doing great. These are minor things considering what you three have been through, given Jane's passing. Speaking of clothes, I also brought this," she held up a paper grocery bag, "for Owen, I noticed his clothes are getting a tad small, when I picked him up the other day. I had my sister put together some of my nephew's old clothes, these should hold you for a bit. If you want more; let me know, she's got plenty. She's just going to donate them, if you don't need them.""Wow, sounds great, and thanks for everything, Elly; you've been a life saver."Elly smiled, "right back at you Dan, if I had to hear from Charlie, one more time about how I can't handle a dollhouse because I can't use tools, I was going to scream. Not that I can't, I just had zero time or space to do that without ruining it for Gracie."Dan chuckled, "Charlie should know plenty about tools, that guy is the biggest one I've ever seen, how he ever got you, will always boggle my mind. As for the dollhouse, no problem. You should see the stuff in my living room, it looked like Santa's workshop in there, this month.""Umm; a workshop full of toys and Christmas eve delivery, you sure you're not Santa?" Elly winked."Late night gift delivery, perfectly wrapped I might add, thank you for that by the way, saved me time tonight. You sure you aren't Mrs. Claus?" He said, smiling."Nope, just a friend helping out a friend, and as for the wrapping, same with the buying I was on a roll, figured you wouldn't mind, besides, given I missed you tonight, it's the least I could do. I'm just glad my sister invited us to stay with her, so I could drop these by last minute.""So, you are at your sister's place for Christmas?""Yeah, Isabelle didn't want me being alone this Christmas, especially with Charlie being such an ass about the divorce all year. So, she convinced her kids how fun it would be to have their cousins stay.""Well, should make for a joy-filled morning for sure. Let me know how the house goes over.""Will do, same with those clothes.""Elly, no kid is excited about clothes," Dan said, chuckling.Elly rolled her eyes, "Umm, 9 year-old girls are, hence why you needed my help." He swore she said; ‘men' under her breath."You're right, of course, thanks again," then looking at his watch he said, "and let me officially be the first to wish you a merry Christmas, Elly.""Oh god, is it midnight already? I need to get back, or the kids will think I am Mrs. Claus. Merry Christmas, Dan." She gave him a quick wave as she slipped out the door. He locked it behind her and went to bring the presents to the family room tree. Smiling at the care with which they had been wrapped. He noticed she had left the tag blank, probably so Sam wouldn't be suspicious that the writing was Ms. Elly's."Like she won't be suspicious the clothes are this nicely wrapped," Dan thought to himself with a chuckle, as he filled out the tags and put them under the tree for the morning. He smiled at the tree and couldn't help think of his departed Jane, and how much she loved Christmas. He took a moment to give into the grief that he had fought back in front of Elly.Though he appreciated how understandable Elly was about it, it still felt wrong to grieve in front of someone like that at this joyous time, even someone he had gotten as close with as he had Elly. Her divorce and his wife's death this year had been a bonding thing for them. Elly's ex was a first class jerk, but he was also a coward who had somehow convinced Elly she was useless at taking care of herself. Hilariously, Dan knew he was only being this way because it was in fact Charlie who relied so heavily on Elly, that he needed her backing, to function. But low and behold, Elly had discovered she was fine on her own. Elly is a great mom and gracefully approaching her forties. Her inner beauty radiates outward to her lovely face. Her feminine curves were always luscious, but with her recent focus on better health, she would probably be off the ‘market' soon.‘Did she know her blouse was so, unbuttoned, tonight?' Dan thought to himself. Elly always took it in stride that men would get distracted by her tits. Ever since high school, Elly enjoyed more than her fair share of double-takes from guys. Her challenge was finding a man who loved her for more than her ass & tits. She hated that men often assumed a woman with a full figure lacked in brain power.Elly always appreciated that Dan believed in her. But now that she's single again; Elly found herself actually enjoying her growing need for a man.To keep her ex-husband off her back, Dan had volunteered to help with any home repairs she didn't know how to do, or would've had to call someone for. She tried to pay him, but he reminded her of all the help she had given months before when Jane was first gone. Their daughters were already friendly, so Elly would take his kids for hours to give him a break. Countless meals seem to find their way home with the kids each time, she said they're leftovers, but he wasn't fooled. So when she finally rid herself of the ‘tool', the repairs and upkeep were the least he could do. The latest exchange? He assembled a dollhouse for little Gracie that Elly had zero time to put together, if she picked up the clothes Sam had asked for. Given he spent no time in malls, and almost had never bought his kids clothes, picking out girls clothes was well out of his wheelhouse, so the exchange was perfect.His reflection was broken by a knock at the front door, figuring it was Elly, though surprised she used the front door. He dried his tears and went to answer it.When he opened the door, he found not Elly, but someone entirely different. Standing in the cold winter air was a scantily clad goddess wearing what could only be described as Mrs. Claus's lingerie. Red lace with white fur barely covered her ample breasts and panties area; over which she wore a see through red robe that was also white fur lined. Lost in the woman's cleavage, he barely heard her say, "Merry Christmas Dan, I'm Joy, your Christmas present, so to speak. Mind inviting me in? It's cold out here."Dan gulped, then moving out of the way said, "Of course come on in."Joy just smiled, closed the door, and said, "Before you start with the questions, let's just say you've been a very, very good boy this year, and a great dad. I'm a reward to special good single Daddy's who might not have anyone to keep them warm on a cold Christmas Eve." Joy then got very close, and without warning, kissed him. Before he knew it, almost by magic, her clothes were gone, and his hands were being placed on her firm ass and luscious tits. His clothing was strangely gone as well. It was too much for his system. He felt his cock explode with a long blast of cum; and blushed.Without missing a beat Joy stopped, smiled, and was somehow wearing her robe, again. Reading his shock and embarrassment she said; "Good, now that we got that one out of the way; and don't worry Dan, that happens a lot. I always come in hot like that you see. It tells me what kind of help you need. I'm part of Santa's special services team. I'm a comforter.  I'm part of the division which cares for devoted single dads. If you just wanted sex, that works for me. Some dads just need to work out a little sexual frustration. Others, like you, are a little more complex and need something a little deeper. You complex ones usually cream yourself quick, and then we can get down to the real business.For the record, much as I love good sex, I prefer your kind, way more fulfilling for me. My success is measured by your depth of regained happiness. Now, which way to your kitchen?" Dan pointed and she said, "excellent, I'm going to make you some cocoa and we'll chat. Oh, and if you hadn't noticed I'm a little magical, just like the Big fella, no time will pass while I'm here, so you're not sacrificing sleep, nor will anyone wake up or see me if they do wake. We won't run out of time, nor will I lack stamina to meet your needs. We had one incident a long time ago, and we've been a lot more careful since. So, with that out of the way let's get started."Dan, not fully believing there was some kind of smoking hot elf in his kitchen making hot chocolate; sat down at his table in a daze. For something to do, he checked her out. Given she was wearing the robe, he was less able to see her body, but he had gotten an eyeful when she was at the door. She was buxom, but not overly so, her weight suited her and made her huge breasts not look comical on her. She had ample hips which he could see even with the robe on. Her hair was chestnut brown and halfway down her back. He was taken out of his admiring of her, by a question, as she brought the cocoa to the table."So, I couldn't help but notice those tears when you opened the door. How are you holding up without Jane here? The whole truth now, not what you tell others so they don't feel uncomfortable. My job is to make your Christmas better, and let's face it, as long as you're trying to hold it together for those darling kiddos upstairs, neither you or they is going to get the Christmas you all hoped for. And we both know Jane wouldn't want to be the reason you all have a bad Christmas. So out with it."He resisted at first, but looking into Joy's eyes he suddenly couldn't help it, it all just poured out of him, grief he didn't even know he had been holding onto, until he was sobbing uncontrollably in her lap, the chocolate long forgotten.His loneliness also got the best of him, and he found himself the aggressor this time, not able to get close enough to Joy no matter how many kisses. She took it all, and returned his fevered kisses, but it never got further than that, as the out pour of emotion once again overwhelmed him. He felt his eyes water again before this got beyond kissing and hugging. The irrational guilt of his sexual desires had kept him from dating for all these months since Jane's passing.But Joy shouldn't count, right? Joy's here as a supernatural intervention of sorts. Perhaps Jane; from some other world, arranged this visit?"It's okay Dan, all of it, this is a hard thing to deal with. You miss her in ways you haven't even realized.” Joy then asked; “When was the last time you thought about a woman like you have tonight? Probably not in months."Guilt washed over him as he knew that was not true, there was someone, he just could not bring himself to acknowledge those feelings though.Joy missed nothing, he was sure she knew what he was thinking, and maybe even about whom. Instead, she drank the rest of her cocoa and said; "that said, big boy, you can't keep leaving a girl hanging, I'm magic, but I'm still flesh & bones.” Standing, she said; “Mind helping a lady out? I'll even make it extra fun for you," she said as she shed the robe he had opened during their petting. Holding his hand, she led him to the family room, and she laid down on the sofa. From somewhere produced a whipped cream can and proceeded to spray it on her tits and then her crotch. Here she placed a cherry, and announced; "Come get your dessert big boy, special attention to the spot with the cherry if you don't mind. I know how much you boys like your boobs, but that tongue of yours on my cunt would be heavenly."Dan smiled and went to work, quickly cleaning off her impressive chest, making sure to give her hard nipples a stiff, tugging suck, before heading down to the main event. He  took her two ankles and pulled her body down to one end of the sofa, until her ass was over the armrest and her legs dangled. From that side of the sofa, her pulled her knees wide apart and knelt down to enjoy a cunt sundae. He licked her completely clean before dipping his tongue into her sweet-tasting crevice. As requested, he gave it plenty of attention, especially her stiff, protruding clit. He sucked har on her nub while flicking it rapidly with his tongue, and was soon rewarded by her thrashing and moaning as she closed on her climax. Not long after, she exploded in pleasure, and he made sure to clean up any of her sweet syrup that leaked out.When he got up, he was instantly spun around and pinned naked to the sofa, with Joy on top. She kissed him hungrily, and with lust in her eyes, said; "Thank you sir, but you've been holding out on me it seems." She reached down and grabbed his cock, which he had not noticed had gotten painfully hard, and began stroking it. "You've been hiding this thick candy cane from me." She slid back and bent down to give it a few quick sucks, before rising and smiling, "just checking, looks like someone's finally ready for the main event. Good thing too, your tongue is heavenly, but I need to be filled up, darling." She then rose up and mounted him, squeezing her tits together, as she knelt, straddling a little forward, and moaned. If it was possible, Dan got harder in her stiff, velvety depths. He found new purpose in making this woman satisfied. Little did he know, his unconsciousness was awakening to new dimensions of life, finding purpose by satisfying a woman's sexual desires. She smiled; "Oh I think our good daddy likes his present, just wait big boy, you ain't seen nothing yet."She proceeded to ride him, slow at first, but getting faster as she went, clearly hitting a sensitive spot for herself as she did. She came not too long after starting. As she collapsed on him, Dan seized his chance, and holding her to him, with his cock still buried deep in her, rolled them over. "Umm, Daddy's ready to drive huh? Have at it, drive into the depths of my magic cunt."Have it he did. He wasn't sure how long, but he burned off months of sexual frustration on Joy's cunt, and she loved every minute of it. His hungry cock tingled in delight as her cunt magically massaged every inch of his manhood. As he felt his spunk prepare for an eminent blast, he pressed down and held there. Her cunt then seemed to suck on his tip, swelling his glans, and holding him securely. As the waves of ejaculate shot out, he felt her cunt actually swallow him, as though she was giving him a swallowing blowjob with her tight, rigid cunt. This climax held for a few minutes of pure ecstasy. When it was all done, he collapsed next to her, spent.Joy turned onto her side with her head on Dan's chest. One of her tits laid over him and he gently fondled it as his breathing settled."Feel better?" Joy asked snuggling up to him. As she did, she handed him something. "Before the irrational guilt settles in, read this. It's Jane's last letter to Santa. She was always a believer, and a big reason I'm here tonight."Dan unfolded the letter, which was written in Jane's familiar script, and it read:Dear Santa,My wish is not really for this year, or maybe even next year. I know I'm not well, and I do not know how much time I have left, but if you are out there, can you make sure that if I go, my Daniel has a good Christmas. If I know him, he will move heaven and earth to make sure the kids have a happy Christmas, even at the expense of himself. So, if you can find some way to make sure he's ok next year, I'd appreciate it. I love him so much, and I hope he finds his own way to happiness, but if not, please help him, and remind him its ok to move on. He has already given me more love, care and support than a girl could ever dreamed of, and I could not bear to see him unhappy after all he's sacrificed for me, nor am I selfish enough to think only I deserve his love. His heart his too big to keep hidden away. I only hope he can find someone to love, and that she cherishes him as much as I do. I'm not sure why I'm writing all of this to you Santa, or if you're even real, but if you are, make sure he has a good Christmas and knows that I was loved.Jane"She always said I should move on if she went, but it's so hard. Jane was, everything." Dan said shaking his head."Not to be nosy, but I think you already have. You just won't admit it to yourself. I think there is a certain divorcee you've been a guardian angel for. And let's face it Dan, she's been yours. That little exchange you two just had, before I got here; how is that any different than how you and Jane worked together? You could fill a need for her and her kids, that has been neglected for long since before she left Charlie. And those two darlings upstairs," Joy said pointing upstairs, "need a good mother's love and care. Which, given that little bag of clothes in the garage for Owen, and the perfectly wrapped gifts for Sam under the tree; she's already doing.”Joy looked deeply into Dan's eyes; “No one can replace Jane. She will always be those kid's mother. But that doesn't mean the 6 of you can't help each other heal. Who knows, maybe by next Christmas, someone won't need her sister to rescue her, and both of you can put out presents together. Just think about it. And admit it; you really loved the cleavage tease she provided, tonight? Imagine how happy you'll make her, by enjoying her body. That luscious body she wants to share with you."Then she rose and smiled; "Well, not to run, but I have to go. You need to get some sleep. Excited kids will be up soon. Do not forget to send Elly a video of those clothes getting opened." Joy helped him up, then seeing the unkept state that the room was in; picked up a candy cane off the hot chocolate tray, and waved it around. Magically the kitchen was spotless, and they were both fully dressed. "See you again next year if needed. You're my charge now, so I'll come back as many Christmases as I'm needed. I have a good feeling you won't even need me next year though." With that she was gone.Dan found himself in his bed being woken by his kids, wondering if the whole thing had been a dream. Not too long after, paper lay all over the family room floor, and his kids were engrossed in their gifts. As promised, he sent the video of little Samantha gushing over her clothes. Given he had not been as discreet filming it as he hoped, Samantha had seen and made sure to say 'thanks Ms. Elly' to the recording phone. He wasn't sure how exactly she knew, but he also wasn't shocked. Sam was as smart as her mother, and he was thankful of that every day. Every time he looked at Sam, he knew he'd always have a part of Jane in his life. He also received a video of Gracie, loving her dollhouse, and giving her mom all the credit, which he was sure made Elly's day.As it should, moms work hard at Christmas, they should get credit. This was especially true in Elly's case, given her troubles with Charlie this year. After watching the video, he thought for a bit about what Joy had said and decided to send back:'Thanks for the video, glad to put a smile on her face, and glad she put a smile on yours. Hopefully my smart girl put a smile on yours too, she is something. Speaking of smiles, I know you put one on my face more than I thought possible these past few months, and I love giving you reasons to show your pretty smile. I think we're good for each other. I'd like to explore that more after the holidays are over, if you're ready for that."He nervously hit ‘send' and moments later got back.'More than ready, I just didn't want to rush you. Jane was an incredible woman and a tough act to follow, I'll do my best for sure. We'll take it slow for the kids' sake, but you're right, you make me smile more than I have in years, and I'd like to feel that more. Name a time and place in the new year and I'm there.A moment later he got another text;

Widower gets a special visitor on Christmas Eve.By PaulStevens. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy stories. Dan felt like a small child, sitting up watching his phone for alerts that his midnight delivery had arrived. It was like he was waiting for Santa or something, well in his case, more like a Mrs. Claus. Not that Elly was as saintly as the real Mrs. Claus, but she was getting him out of a jam with his 9-year-old daughter this year, and that made her saintly enough.In Jane's last difficult months of life, Elly was her faithful friend. In the months since Dan lost Jane, Elly continued to help him navigate the challenges of raising 2 kids alone.For Elly, it was a blessed distraction from her own failing marriage.Finally, Dan heard his phone buzz, and looked down to see the text; 'Here', on his screen. He hopped up and went to his garage and let Elly in the side door, before leading her into his shop, where he knew they would not be overheard, should someone be awake & snooping."Evening Elly, did you get my delivery?” Dan asked. “Everything look okay?""Yes, absolutely.” Elly said, cheerfully. “It looks fantastic, thank you so much for assembling that. You were a life saver, just sorry I missed you. Gracie will be thrilled when she sees it in the morning."Dan was mesmerized, staring at the glorious pair of jugs protruding from under Elly's red silk blouse. He quickly recovered himself. "Glad I can help! Assembling dollhouses I can do, clothes buying and fashion, not so much. Did you have any trouble at the mall?"Elly smiled, "Nope, as I told you, I was buying for Gracie and Josie anyways, picking up a few things for Samantha was no problem, and you do fine. Seriously, I'm not great at trends either, but at least they'll all match each other, so they can suffer together. I got some of Sam's stuff a size up from what you said by the way, her birthday isn't for ages, and she won't make it to the fall in the size she's in." Elly said handing Dan a stack of packages that, he noticed she had wrapped neatly for him, another thing off the list, tonight. “I hope you don't mind?”"Oh, not at all, I hadn't noticed, clothes were clearly not my department. Jane usually;" he stopped; thinking of his late wife; and fighting back the grief, "anyways, thanks.""Hey, Dan don't feel bad, like I said, you're doing great. These are minor things considering what you three have been through, given Jane's passing. Speaking of clothes, I also brought this," she held up a paper grocery bag, "for Owen, I noticed his clothes are getting a tad small, when I picked him up the other day. I had my sister put together some of my nephew's old clothes, these should hold you for a bit. If you want more; let me know, she's got plenty. She's just going to donate them, if you don't need them.""Wow, sounds great, and thanks for everything, Elly; you've been a life saver."Elly smiled, "right back at you Dan, if I had to hear from Charlie, one more time about how I can't handle a dollhouse because I can't use tools, I was going to scream. Not that I can't, I just had zero time or space to do that without ruining it for Gracie."Dan chuckled, "Charlie should know plenty about tools, that guy is the biggest one I've ever seen, how he ever got you, will always boggle my mind. As for the dollhouse, no problem. You should see the stuff in my living room, it looked like Santa's workshop in there, this month.""Umm; a workshop full of toys and Christmas eve delivery, you sure you're not Santa?" Elly winked."Late night gift delivery, perfectly wrapped I might add, thank you for that by the way, saved me time tonight. You sure you aren't Mrs. Claus?" He said, smiling."Nope, just a friend helping out a friend, and as for the wrapping, same with the buying I was on a roll, figured you wouldn't mind, besides, given I missed you tonight, it's the least I could do. I'm just glad my sister invited us to stay with her, so I could drop these by last minute.""So, you are at your sister's place for Christmas?""Yeah, Isabelle didn't want me being alone this Christmas, especially with Charlie being such an ass about the divorce all year. So, she convinced her kids how fun it would be to have their cousins stay.""Well, should make for a joy-filled morning for sure. Let me know how the house goes over.""Will do, same with those clothes.""Elly, no kid is excited about clothes," Dan said, chuckling.Elly rolled her eyes, "Umm, 9 year-old girls are, hence why you needed my help." He swore she said; ‘men' under her breath."You're right, of course, thanks again," then looking at his watch he said, "and let me officially be the first to wish you a merry Christmas, Elly.""Oh god, is it midnight already? I need to get back, or the kids will think I am Mrs. Claus. Merry Christmas, Dan." She gave him a quick wave as she slipped out the door. He locked it behind her and went to bring the presents to the family room tree. Smiling at the care with which they had been wrapped. He noticed she had left the tag blank, probably so Sam wouldn't be suspicious that the writing was Ms. Elly's."Like she won't be suspicious the clothes are this nicely wrapped," Dan thought to himself with a chuckle, as he filled out the tags and put them under the tree for the morning. He smiled at the tree and couldn't help think of his departed Jane, and how much she loved Christmas. He took a moment to give into the grief that he had fought back in front of Elly.Though he appreciated how understandable Elly was about it, it still felt wrong to grieve in front of someone like that at this joyous time, even someone he had gotten as close with as he had Elly. Her divorce and his wife's death this year had been a bonding thing for them. Elly's ex was a first class jerk, but he was also a coward who had somehow convinced Elly she was useless at taking care of herself. Hilariously, Dan knew he was only being this way because it was in fact Charlie who relied so heavily on Elly, that he needed her backing, to function. But low and behold, Elly had discovered she was fine on her own. Elly is a great mom and gracefully approaching her forties. Her inner beauty radiates outward to her lovely face. Her feminine curves were always luscious, but with her recent focus on better health, she would probably be off the ‘market' soon.‘Did she know her blouse was so, unbuttoned, tonight?' Dan thought to himself. Elly always took it in stride that men would get distracted by her tits. Ever since high school, Elly enjoyed more than her fair share of double-takes from guys. Her challenge was finding a man who loved her for more than her ass & tits. She hated that men often assumed a woman with a full figure lacked in brain power.Elly always appreciated that Dan believed in her. But now that she's single again; Elly found herself actually enjoying her growing need for a man.To keep her ex-husband off her back, Dan had volunteered to help with any home repairs she didn't know how to do, or would've had to call someone for. She tried to pay him, but he reminded her of all the help she had given months before when Jane was first gone. Their daughters were already friendly, so Elly would take his kids for hours to give him a break. Countless meals seem to find their way home with the kids each time, she said they're leftovers, but he wasn't fooled. So when she finally rid herself of the ‘tool', the repairs and upkeep were the least he could do. The latest exchange? He assembled a dollhouse for little Gracie that Elly had zero time to put together, if she picked up the clothes Sam had asked for. Given he spent no time in malls, and almost had never bought his kids clothes, picking out girls clothes was well out of his wheelhouse, so the exchange was perfect.His reflection was broken by a knock at the front door, figuring it was Elly, though surprised she used the front door. He dried his tears and went to answer it.When he opened the door, he found not Elly, but someone entirely different. Standing in the cold winter air was a scantily clad goddess wearing what could only be described as Mrs. Claus's lingerie. Red lace with white fur barely covered her ample breasts and panties area; over which she wore a see through red robe that was also white fur lined. Lost in the woman's cleavage, he barely heard her say, "Merry Christmas Dan, I'm Joy, your Christmas present, so to speak. Mind inviting me in? It's cold out here."Dan gulped, then moving out of the way said, "Of course come on in."Joy just smiled, closed the door, and said, "Before you start with the questions, let's just say you've been a very, very good boy this year, and a great dad. I'm a reward to special good single Daddy's who might not have anyone to keep them warm on a cold Christmas Eve." Joy then got very close, and without warning, kissed him. Before he knew it, almost by magic, her clothes were gone, and his hands were being placed on her firm ass and luscious tits. His clothing was strangely gone as well. It was too much for his system. He felt his cock explode with a long blast of cum; and blushed.Without missing a beat Joy stopped, smiled, and was somehow wearing her robe, again. Reading his shock and embarrassment she said; "Good, now that we got that one out of the way; and don't worry Dan, that happens a lot. I always come in hot like that you see. It tells me what kind of help you need. I'm part of Santa's special services team. I'm a comforter.  I'm part of the division which cares for devoted single dads. If you just wanted sex, that works for me. Some dads just need to work out a little sexual frustration. Others, like you, are a little more complex and need something a little deeper. You complex ones usually cream yourself quick, and then we can get down to the real business.For the record, much as I love good sex, I prefer your kind, way more fulfilling for me. My success is measured by your depth of regained happiness. Now, which way to your kitchen?" Dan pointed and she said, "excellent, I'm going to make you some cocoa and we'll chat. Oh, and if you hadn't noticed I'm a little magical, just like the Big fella, no time will pass while I'm here, so you're not sacrificing sleep, nor will anyone wake up or see me if they do wake. We won't run out of time, nor will I lack stamina to meet your needs. We had one incident a long time ago, and we've been a lot more careful since. So, with that out of the way let's get started."Dan, not fully believing there was some kind of smoking hot elf in his kitchen making hot chocolate; sat down at his table in a daze. For something to do, he checked her out. Given she was wearing the robe, he was less able to see her body, but he had gotten an eyeful when she was at the door. She was buxom, but not overly so, her weight suited her and made her huge breasts not look comical on her. She had ample hips which he could see even with the robe on. Her hair was chestnut brown and halfway down her back. He was taken out of his admiring of her, by a question, as she brought the cocoa to the table."So, I couldn't help but notice those tears when you opened the door. How are you holding up without Jane here? The whole truth now, not what you tell others so they don't feel uncomfortable. My job is to make your Christmas better, and let's face it, as long as you're trying to hold it together for those darling kiddos upstairs, neither you or they is going to get the Christmas you all hoped for. And we both know Jane wouldn't want to be the reason you all have a bad Christmas. So out with it."He resisted at first, but looking into Joy's eyes he suddenly couldn't help it, it all just poured out of him, grief he didn't even know he had been holding onto, until he was sobbing uncontrollably in her lap, the chocolate long forgotten.His loneliness also got the best of him, and he found himself the aggressor this time, not able to get close enough to Joy no matter how many kisses. She took it all, and returned his fevered kisses, but it never got further than that, as the out pour of emotion once again overwhelmed him. He felt his eyes water again before this got beyond kissing and hugging. The irrational guilt of his sexual desires had kept him from dating for all these months since Jane's passing.But Joy shouldn't count, right? Joy's here as a supernatural intervention of sorts. Perhaps Jane; from some other world, arranged this visit?"It's okay Dan, all of it, this is a hard thing to deal with. You miss her in ways you haven't even realized.” Joy then asked; “When was the last time you thought about a woman like you have tonight? Probably not in months."Guilt washed over him as he knew that was not true, there was someone, he just could not bring himself to acknowledge those feelings though.Joy missed nothing, he was sure she knew what he was thinking, and maybe even about whom. Instead, she drank the rest of her cocoa and said; "that said, big boy, you can't keep leaving a girl hanging, I'm magic, but I'm still flesh & bones.” Standing, she said; “Mind helping a lady out? I'll even make it extra fun for you," she said as she shed the robe he had opened during their petting. Holding his hand, she led him to the family room, and she laid down on the sofa. From somewhere produced a whipped cream can and proceeded to spray it on her tits and then her crotch. Here she placed a cherry, and announced; "Come get your dessert big boy, special attention to the spot with the cherry if you don't mind. I know how much you boys like your boobs, but that tongue of yours on my cunt would be heavenly."Dan smiled and went to work, quickly cleaning off her impressive chest, making sure to give her hard nipples a stiff, tugging suck, before heading down to the main event. He  took her two ankles and pulled her body down to one end of the sofa, until her ass was over the armrest and her legs dangled. From that side of the sofa, her pulled her knees wide apart and knelt down to enjoy a cunt sundae. He licked her completely clean before dipping his tongue into her sweet-tasting crevice. As requested, he gave it plenty of attention, especially her stiff, protruding clit. He sucked har on her nub while flicking it rapidly with his tongue, and was soon rewarded by her thrashing and moaning as she closed on her climax. Not long after, she exploded in pleasure, and he made sure to clean up any of her sweet syrup that leaked out.When he got up, he was instantly spun around and pinned naked to the sofa, with Joy on top. She kissed him hungrily, and with lust in her eyes, said; "Thank you sir, but you've been holding out on me it seems." She reached down and grabbed his cock, which he had not noticed had gotten painfully hard, and began stroking it. "You've been hiding this thick candy cane from me." She slid back and bent down to give it a few quick sucks, before rising and smiling, "just checking, looks like someone's finally ready for the main event. Good thing too, your tongue is heavenly, but I need to be filled up, darling." She then rose up and mounted him, squeezing her tits together, as she knelt, straddling a little forward, and moaned. If it was possible, Dan got harder in her stiff, velvety depths. He found new purpose in making this woman satisfied. Little did he know, his unconsciousness was awakening to new dimensions of life, finding purpose by satisfying a woman's sexual desires. She smiled; "Oh I think our good daddy likes his present, just wait big boy, you ain't seen nothing yet."She proceeded to ride him, slow at first, but getting faster as she went, clearly hitting a sensitive spot for herself as she did. She came not too long after starting. As she collapsed on him, Dan seized his chance, and holding her to him, with his cock still buried deep in her, rolled them over. "Umm, Daddy's ready to drive huh? Have at it, drive into the depths of my magic cunt."Have it he did. He wasn't sure how long, but he burned off months of sexual frustration on Joy's cunt, and she loved every minute of it. His hungry cock tingled in delight as her cunt magically massaged every inch of his manhood. As he felt his spunk prepare for an eminent blast, he pressed down and held there. Her cunt then seemed to suck on his tip, swelling his glans, and holding him securely. As the waves of ejaculate shot out, he felt her cunt actually swallow him, as though she was giving him a swallowing blowjob with her tight, rigid cunt. This climax held for a few minutes of pure ecstasy. When it was all done, he collapsed next to her, spent.Joy turned onto her side with her head on Dan's chest. One of her tits laid over him and he gently fondled it as his breathing settled."Feel better?" Joy asked snuggling up to him. As she did, she handed him something. "Before the irrational guilt settles in, read this. It's Jane's last letter to Santa. She was always a believer, and a big reason I'm here tonight."Dan unfolded the letter, which was written in Jane's familiar script, and it read:Dear Santa,My wish is not really for this year, or maybe even next year. I know I'm not well, and I do not know how much time I have left, but if you are out there, can you make sure that if I go, my Daniel has a good Christmas. If I know him, he will move heaven and earth to make sure the kids have a happy Christmas, even at the expense of himself. So, if you can find some way to make sure he's ok next year, I'd appreciate it. I love him so much, and I hope he finds his own way to happiness, but if not, please help him, and remind him its ok to move on. He has already given me more love, care and support than a girl could ever dreamed of, and I could not bear to see him unhappy after all he's sacrificed for me, nor am I selfish enough to think only I deserve his love. His heart his too big to keep hidden away. I only hope he can find someone to love, and that she cherishes him as much as I do. I'm not sure why I'm writing all of this to you Santa, or if you're even real, but if you are, make sure he has a good Christmas and knows that I was loved.Jane"She always said I should move on if she went, but it's so hard. Jane was, everything." Dan said shaking his head."Not to be nosy, but I think you already have. You just won't admit it to yourself. I think there is a certain divorcee you've been a guardian angel for. And let's face it Dan, she's been yours. That little exchange you two just had, before I got here; how is that any different than how you and Jane worked together? You could fill a need for her and her kids, that has been neglected for long since before she left Charlie. And those two darlings upstairs," Joy said pointing upstairs, "need a good mother's love and care. Which, given that little bag of clothes in the garage for Owen, and the perfectly wrapped gifts for Sam under the tree; she's already doing.”Joy looked deeply into Dan's eyes; “No one can replace Jane. She will always be those kid's mother. But that doesn't mean the 6 of you can't help each other heal. Who knows, maybe by next Christmas, someone won't need her sister to rescue her, and both of you can put out presents together. Just think about it. And admit it; you really loved the cleavage tease she provided, tonight? Imagine how happy you'll make her, by enjoying her body. That luscious body she wants to share with you."Then she rose and smiled; "Well, not to run, but I have to go. You need to get some sleep. Excited kids will be up soon. Do not forget to send Elly a video of those clothes getting opened." Joy helped him up, then seeing the unkept state that the room was in; picked up a candy cane off the hot chocolate tray, and waved it around. Magically the kitchen was spotless, and they were both fully dressed. "See you again next year if needed. You're my charge now, so I'll come back as many Christmases as I'm needed. I have a good feeling you won't even need me next year though." With that she was gone.Dan found himself in his bed being woken by his kids, wondering if the whole thing had been a dream. Not too long after, paper lay all over the family room floor, and his kids were engrossed in their gifts. As promised, he sent the video of little Samantha gushing over her clothes. Given he had not been as discreet filming it as he hoped, Samantha had seen and made sure to say 'thanks Ms. Elly' to the recording phone. He wasn't sure how exactly she knew, but he also wasn't shocked. Sam was as smart as her mother, and he was thankful of that every day. Every time he looked at Sam, he knew he'd always have a part of Jane in his life. He also received a video of Gracie, loving her dollhouse, and giving her mom all the credit, which he was sure made Elly's day.As it should, moms work hard at Christmas, they should get credit. This was especially true in Elly's case, given her troubles with Charlie this year. After watching the video, he thought for a bit about what Joy had said and decided to send back:'Thanks for the video, glad to put a smile on her face, and glad she put a smile on yours. Hopefully my smart girl put a smile on yours too, she is something. Speaking of smiles, I know you put one on my face more than I thought possible these past few months, and I love giving you reasons to show your pretty smile. I think we're good for each other. I'd like to explore that more after the holidays are over, if you're ready for that."He nervously hit ‘send' and moments later got back.'More than ready, I just didn't want to rush you. Jane was an incredible woman and a tough act to follow, I'll do my best for sure. We'll take it slow for the kids' sake, but you're right, you make me smile more than I have in years, and I'd like to feel that more. Name a time and place in the new year and I'm there.A moment later he got another text;

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Widower gets a special visitor on Christmas Eve.By PaulStevens. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy stories.Dan felt like a small child, sitting up watching his phone for alerts that his midnight delivery had arrived. It was like he was waiting for Santa or something, well in his case, more like a Mrs. Claus. Not that Elly was as saintly as the real Mrs. Claus, but she was getting him out of a jam with his 9-year-old daughter this year, and that made her saintly enough.In Jane's last difficult months of life, Elly was her faithful friend. In the months since Dan lost Jane, Elly continued to help him navigate the challenges of raising 2 kids alone.For Elly, it was a blessed distraction from her own failing marriage.Finally, Dan heard his phone buzz, and looked down to see the text; ‘Here’, on his screen. He hopped up and went to his garage and let Elly in the side door, before leading her into his shop, where he knew they would not be overheard, should someone be awake & snooping.“Evening Elly, did you get my delivery?” Dan asked. “Everything look okay?”“Yes, absolutely.” Elly said, cheerfully. “It looks fantastic, thank you so much for assembling that. You were a life saver, just sorry I missed you. Gracie will be thrilled when she sees it in the morning.”Dan was mesmerized, staring at the glorious pair of jugs protruding from under Elly's red silk blouse. He quickly recovered himself. “Glad I can help! Assembling dollhouses I can do, clothes buying and fashion, not so much. Did you have any trouble at the mall?”Elly smiled, “Nope, as I told you, I was buying for Gracie and Josie anyways, picking up a few things for Samantha was no problem, and you do fine. Seriously, I’m not great at trends either, but at least they’ll all match each other, so they can suffer together. I got some of Sam’s stuff a size up from what you said by the way, her birthday isn’t for ages, and she won’t make it to the fall in the size she’s in.” Elly said handing Dan a stack of packages that, he noticed she had wrapped neatly for him, another thing off the list, tonight. “I hope you don’t mind?”“Oh, not at all, I hadn’t noticed, clothes were clearly not my department. Jane usually;” he stopped; thinking of his late wife; and fighting back the grief, “anyways, thanks.”“Hey, Dan don’t feel bad, like I said, you’re doing great. These are minor things considering what you three have been through, given Jane’s passing. Speaking of clothes, I also brought this,” she held up a paper grocery bag, “for Owen, I noticed his clothes are getting a tad small, when I picked him up the other day. I had my sister put together some of my nephew’s old clothes, these should hold you for a bit. If you want more; let me know, she’s got plenty. She’s just going to donate them, if you don’t need them.”“Wow, sounds great, and thanks for everything, Elly; you’ve been a life saver.”Elly smiled, “right back at you Dan, if I had to hear from Charlie, one more time about how I can’t handle a dollhouse because I can’t use tools, I was going to scream. Not that I can’t, I just had zero time or space to do that without ruining it for Gracie.”Dan chuckled, “Charlie should know plenty about tools, that guy is the biggest one I’ve ever seen, how he ever got you, will always boggle my mind. As for the dollhouse, no problem. You should see the stuff in my living room, it looked like Santa’s workshop in there, this month.”“Umm; a workshop full of toys and Christmas eve delivery, you sure you’re not Santa?” Elly winked.“Late night gift delivery, perfectly wrapped I might add, thank you for that by the way, saved me time tonight. You sure you aren’t Mrs. Claus?” He said, smiling.“Nope, just a friend helping out a friend, and as for the wrapping, same with the buying I was on a roll, figured you wouldn’t mind, besides, given I missed you tonight, it's the least I could do. I’m just glad my sister invited us to stay with her, so I could drop these by last minute.”“So, you are at your sister’s place for Christmas?”“Yeah, Isabelle didn’t want me being alone this Christmas, especially with Charlie being such an ass about the divorce all year. So, she convinced her kids how fun it would be to have their cousins stay.”“Well, should make for a joy-filled morning for sure. Let me know how the house goes over.”“Will do, same with those clothes.”“Elly, no kid is excited about clothes,” Dan said, chuckling.Elly rolled her eyes, “Umm, 9 year-old girls are, hence why you needed my help.”He swore she said; ‘men’ under her breath.“You’re right, of course, thanks again,” then looking at his watch he said, “and let me officially be the first to wish you a merry Christmas, Elly.”“Oh god, is it midnight already? I need to get back, or the kids will think I am Mrs. Claus. Merry Christmas, Dan.” She gave him a quick wave as she slipped out the door. He locked it behind her and went to bring the presents to the family room tree. Smiling at the care with which they had been wrapped. He noticed she had left the tag blank, probably so Sam wouldn’t be suspicious that the writing was Ms. Elly’s.“Like she won’t be suspicious the clothes are this nicely wrapped,” Dan thought to himself with a chuckle, as he filled out the tags and put them under the tree for the morning. He smiled at the tree and couldn’t help think of his departed Jane, and how much she loved Christmas. He took a moment to give into the grief that he had fought back in front of Elly.Though he appreciated how understandable Elly was about it, it still felt wrong to grieve in front of someone like that at this joyous time, even someone he had gotten as close with as he had Elly. Her divorce and his wife’s death this year had been a bonding thing for them. Elly's ex was a first class jerk, but he was also a coward who had somehow convinced Elly she was useless at taking care of herself. Hilariously, Dan knew he was only being this way because it was in fact Charlie who relied so heavily on Elly, that he needed her backing, to function. But low and behold, Elly had discovered she was fine on her own. Elly is a great mom and gracefully approaching her forties. Her inner beauty radiates outward to her lovely face. Her feminine curves were always luscious, but with her recent focus on better health, she would probably be off the ‘market' soon.‘Did she know her blouse was so, unbuttoned, tonight?' Dan thought to himself.Elly always took it in stride that men would get distracted by her tits. Ever since high school, Elly enjoyed more than her fair share of double-takes from guys. Her challenge was finding a man who loved her for more than her ass & tits. She hated that men often assumed a woman with a full figure lacked in brain power.Elly always appreciated that Dan believed in her. But now that she's single again; Elly found herself actually enjoying her growing need for a man.To keep her ex-husband off her back, Dan had volunteered to help with any home repairs she didn’t know how to do, or would’ve had to call someone for. She tried to pay him, but he reminded her of all the help she had given months before when Jane was first gone. Their daughters were already friendly, so Elly would take his kids for hours to give him a break. Countless meals seem to find their way home with the kids each time, she said they're leftovers, but he wasn’t fooled. So when she finally rid herself of the ‘tool', the repairs and upkeep were the least he could do.The latest exchange? He assembled a dollhouse for little Gracie that Elly had zero time to put together, if she picked up the clothes Sam had asked for. Given he spent no time in malls, and almost had never bought his kids clothes, picking out girls clothes was well out of his wheelhouse, so the exchange was perfect.His reflection was broken by a knock at the front door, figuring it was Elly, though surprised she used the front door. He dried his tears and went to answer it.When he opened the door, he found not Elly, but someone entirely different. Standing in the cold winter air was a scantily clad goddess wearing what could only be described as Mrs. Claus’s lingerie. Red lace with white fur barely covered her ample breasts and panties area; over which she wore a see through red robe that was also white fur lined. Lost in the woman’s cleavage, he barely heard her say, “Merry Christmas Dan, I’m Joy, your Christmas present, so to speak. Mind inviting me in? It’s cold out here.”Dan gulped, then moving out of the way said, “Of course come on in.”Joy just smiled, closed the door, and said, “Before you start with the questions, let’s just say you’ve been a very, very good boy this year, and a great dad. I’m a reward to special good single Daddy’s who might not have anyone to keep them warm on a cold Christmas Eve.” Joy then got very close, and without warning, kissed him.Before he knew it, almost by magic, her clothes were gone, and his hands were being placed on her firm ass and luscious tits. His clothing was strangely gone as well. It was too much for his system. He felt his cock explode with a long blast of cum; and blushed.Without missing a beat Joy stopped, smiled, and was somehow wearing her robe, again. Reading his shock and embarrassment she said; “Good, now that we got that one out of the way; and don’t worry Dan, that happens a lot. I always come in hot like that you see. It tells me what kind of help you need. I'm part of Santa's special services team. I'm a comforter.  I'm part of the division which cares for devoted single dads. If you just wanted sex, that works for me. Some dads just need to work out a little sexual frustration. Others, like you, are a little more complex and need something a little deeper. You complex ones usually cream yourself quick, and then we can get down to the real business.For the record, much as I love good sex, I prefer your kind, way more fulfilling for me. My success is measured by your depth of regained happiness. Now, which way to your kitchen?” Dan pointed and she said, “excellent, I’m going to make you some cocoa and we’ll chat. Oh, and if you hadn’t noticed I’m a little magical, just like the Big fella, no time will pass while I’m here, so you’re not sacrificing sleep, nor will anyone wake up or see me if they do wake. We won't run out of time, nor will I lack stamina to meet your needs. We had one incident a long time ago, and we’ve been a lot more careful since. So, with that out of the way let’s get started.”Dan, not fully believing there was some kind of smoking hot elf in his kitchen making hot chocolate; sat down at his table in a daze. For something to do, he checked her out. Given she was wearing the robe, he was less able to see her body, but he had gotten an eyeful when she was at the door. She was buxom, but not overly so, her weight suited her and made her huge breasts not look comical on her. She had ample hips which he could see even with the robe on. Her hair was chestnut brown and halfway down her back. He was taken out of his admiring of her, by a question, as she brought the cocoa to the table.“So, I couldn’t help but notice those tears when you opened the door. How are you holding up without Jane here? The whole truth now, not what you tell others so they don’t feel uncomfortable. My job is to make your Christmas better, and let’s face it, as long as you’re trying to hold it together for those darling kiddos upstairs, neither you or they is going to get the Christmas you all hoped for. And we both know Jane wouldn’t want to be the reason you all have a bad Christmas. So out with it.”He resisted at first, but looking into Joy’s eyes he suddenly couldn’t help it, it all just poured out of him, grief he didn’t even know he had been holding onto, until he was sobbing uncontrollably in her lap, the chocolate long forgotten.His loneliness also got the best of him, and he found himself the aggressor this time, not able to get close enough to Joy no matter how many kisses. She took it all, and returned his fevered kisses, but it never got further than that, as the out pour of emotion once again overwhelmed him. He felt his eyes water again before this got beyond kissing and hugging. The irrational guilt of his sexual desires had kept him from dating for all these months since Jane's passing.But Joy shouldn't count, right? Joy's here as a supernatural intervention of sorts. Perhaps Jane; from some other world, arranged this visit?“It’s okay Dan, all of it, this is a hard thing to deal with. You miss her in ways you haven’t even realized.” Joy then asked; “When was the last time you thought about a woman like you have tonight? Probably not in months.”Guilt washed over him as he knew that was not true, there was someone, he just could not bring himself to acknowledge those feelings though.Joy missed nothing, he was sure she knew what he was thinking, and maybe even about whom. Instead, she drank the rest of her cocoa and said; “that said, big boy, you can’t keep leaving a girl hanging, I’m magic, but I’m still flesh & bones.” Standing, she said; “Mind helping a lady out? I’ll even make it extra fun for you,” she said as she shed the robe he had opened during their petting.Holding his hand, she led him to the family room, and she laid down on the sofa. From somewhere produced a whipped cream can and proceeded to spray it on her tits and then her crotch. Here she placed a cherry, and announced; “Come get your dessert big boy, special attention to the spot with the cherry if you don’t mind. I know how much you boys like your boobs, but that tongue of yours on my cunt would be heavenly.”Dan smiled and went to work, quickly cleaning off her impressive chest, making sure to give her hard nipples a stiff, tugging suck, before heading down to the main event. He  took her two ankles and pulled her body down to one end of the sofa, until her ass was over the armrest and her legs dangled. From that side of the sofa, her pulled her knees wide apart and knelt down to enjoy a cunt sundae. He licked her completely clean before dipping his tongue into her sweet-tasting crevice. As requested, he gave it plenty of attention, especially her stiff, protruding clit. He sucked har on her nub while flicking it rapidly with his tongue, and was soon rewarded by her thrashing and moaning as she closed on her climax. Not long after, she exploded in pleasure, and he made sure to clean up any of her sweet syrup that leaked out.When he got up, he was instantly spun around and pinned naked to the sofa, with Joy on top. She kissed him hungrily, and with lust in her eyes, said; “Thank you sir, but you’ve been holding out on me it seems.” She reached down and grabbed his cock, which he had not noticed had gotten painfully hard, and began stroking it.“You’ve been hiding this thick candy cane from me.” She slid back and bent down to give it a few quick sucks, before rising and smiling, “just checking, looks like someone’s finally ready for the main event. Good thing too, your tongue is heavenly, but I need to be filled up, darling.” She then rose up and mounted him, squeezing her tits together, as she knelt, straddling a little forward, and moaned.If it was possible, Dan got harder in her stiff, velvety depths. He found new purpose in making this woman satisfied. Little did he know, his unconsciousness was awakening to new dimensions of life, finding purpose by satisfying a woman's sexual desires.She smiled; “Oh I think our good daddy likes his present, just wait big boy, you ain’t seen nothing yet.”She proceeded to ride him, slow at first, but getting faster as she went, clearly hitting a sensitive spot for herself as she did. She came not too long after starting. As she collapsed on him, Dan seized his chance, and holding her to him, with his cock still buried deep in her, rolled them over. “Umm, Daddy’s ready to drive huh? Have at it, drive into the depths of my magic cunt.”Have it he did. He wasn’t sure how long, but he burned off months of sexual frustration on Joy’s cunt, and she loved every minute of it. His hungry cock tingled in delight as her cunt magically massaged every inch of his manhood. As he felt his spunk prepare for an eminent blast, he pressed down and held there. Her cunt then seemed to suck on his tip, swelling his glans, and holding him securely. As the waves of ejaculate shot out, he felt her cunt actually swallow him, as though she was giving him a swallowing blowjob with her tight, rigid cunt. This climax held for a few minutes of pure ecstasy. When it was all done, he collapsed next to her, spent.Joy turned onto her side with her head on Dan's chest. One of her tits laid over him and he gently fondled it as his breathing settled.“Feel better?” Joy asked snuggling up to him. As she did, she handed him something. “Before the irrational guilt settles in, read this. It’s Jane’s last letter to Santa. She was always a believer, and a big reason I’m here tonight.”Dan unfolded the letter, which was written in Jane’s familiar script, and it read:Dear Santa,My wish is not really for this year, or maybe even next year. I know I’m not well, and I do not know how much time I have left, but if you are out there, can you make sure that if I go, my Daniel has a good Christmas. If I know him, he will move heaven and earth to make sure the kids have a happy Christmas, even at the expense of himself. So, if you can find some way to make sure he’s ok next year, I’d appreciate it. I love him so much, and I hope he finds his own way to happiness, but if not, please help him, and remind him its ok to move on. He has already given me more love, care and support than a girl could ever dreamed of, and I could not bear to see him unhappy after all he’s sacrificed for me, nor am I selfish enough to think only I deserve his love. His heart his too big to keep hidden away. I only hope he can find someone to love, and that she cherishes him as much as I do. I’m not sure why I’m writing all of this to you Santa, or if you’re even real, but if you are, make sure he has a good Christmas and knows that I was loved.Jane“She always said I should move on if she went, but it's so hard. Jane was, everything.” Dan said shaking his head.“Not to be nosy, but I think you already have. You just won’t admit it to yourself. I think there is a certain divorcee you’ve been a guardian angel for. And let’s face it Dan, she’s been yours. That little exchange you two just had, before I got here; how is that any different than how you and Jane worked together? You could fill a need for her and her kids, that has been neglected for long since before she left Charlie. And those two darlings upstairs,” Joy said pointing upstairs, “need a good mother’s love and care. Which, given that little bag of clothes in the garage for Owen, and the perfectly wrapped gifts for Sam under the tree; she’s already doing.”Joy looked deeply into Dan's eyes; “No one can replace Jane. She will always be those kid's mother. But that doesn’t mean the 6 of you can’t help each other heal. Who knows, maybe by next Christmas, someone won’t need her sister to rescue her, and both of you can put out presents together. Just think about it. And admit it; you really loved the cleavage tease she provided, tonight? Imagine how happy you'll make her, by enjoying her body. That luscious body she wants to share with you.”Then she rose and smiled; “Well, not to run, but I have to go. You need to get some sleep. Excited kids will be up soon. Do not forget to send Elly a video of those clothes getting opened.”Joy helped him up, then seeing the unkept state that the room was in; picked up a candy cane off the hot chocolate tray, and waved it around. Magically the kitchen was spotless, and they were both fully dressed. “See you again next year if needed. You’re my charge now, so I’ll come back as many Christmases as I’m needed. I have a good feeling you won’t even need me next year though.” With that she was gone.Dan found himself in his bed being woken by his kids, wondering if the whole thing had been a dream. Not too long after, paper lay all over the family room floor, and his kids were engrossed in their gifts. As promised, he sent the video of little Samantha gushing over her clothes. Given he had not been as discreet filming it as he hoped, Samantha had seen and made sure to say 'thanks Ms. Elly’ to the recording phone. He wasn’t sure how exactly she knew, but he also wasn’t shocked. Sam was as smart as her mother, and he was thankful of that every day. Every time he looked at Sam, he knew he’d always have a part of Jane in his life. He also received a video of Gracie, loving her dollhouse, and giving her mom all the credit, which he was sure made Elly’s day.As it should, moms work hard at Christmas, they should get credit. This was especially true in Elly’s case, given her troubles with Charlie this year. After watching the video, he thought for a bit about what Joy had said and decided to send back:'Thanks for the video, glad to put a smile on her face, and glad she put a smile on yours. Hopefully my smart girl put a smile on yours too, she is something. Speaking of smiles, I know you put one on my face more than I thought possible these past few months, and I love giving you reasons to show your pretty smile. I think we’re good for each other. I’d like to explore that more after the holidays are over, if you’re ready for that.“He nervously hit ‘send' and moments later got back.'More than ready, I just didn’t want to rush you. Jane was an incredible woman and a tough act to follow, I’ll do my best for sure. We’ll take it slow for the kids’ sake, but you’re right, you make me smile more than I have in years, and I’d like to feel that more. Name a time and place in the new year and I’m there.A moment later he got another text;F Y I, Izzy says 'about darn time’ and has already volunteered to babysit all the kids if we need.’Dan smiled, Jane got her wish, it certainly was a Merry Christmas, and by the looks of things, it was going to be a happy new year too.One year later:The grandfather clock suddenly froze after 6 chimes, as there was a knock on the door. Dan was snuggled under a blanket, on the sofa with Elly after putting four kids worth of presents under the tree. They were trying their first blended Christmas. Dan started to get up; confused, only to hear another female voice."Oh, please don’t get up, dear boy. You are right where you belong, and where I hoped I’d find you.” Joy said, appearing from nowhere, wearing much more clothing than the previous year; but still sexy as ever.Elly was spooked for a minute, by the appearance. Was this some other love interest of Dan's that she wasn't aware of? Young attractive widowers like Dan, were often getting sympathy attention from women, even married women. And some even wanted to make sure Dan got some sexual attention. Elly was proud to be the only woman Dan accepted even platonic help from. Yet women still tried to push themselves on him. But why on Christmas eve? Joy interrupted Elly's suspicions by revealing some secrets of her own. “Good evening, Elly! I assume I can let Rudy know he’s not needed this year, as well?’Stunned by the secret revelation, Elly turned beet red. "Oh, ah, er, yes, thank you, umm.” Elly trembled at having her previous secret Christmas dalliance exposed. This woman even knew Rudy's name! Then Elly caught on that both she and Dan were recipients of Santa's comforter services. At least they were receiving free gifts of personal services. It wasn't like Elly or Dan were actually hiring prostitution services.Still she felt vulnerable at the revelation. She hugged Dan tight and resolved herself to accept that Dan also got comforted last Christmas, by someone other than her.“Oh, where are my manners! I’m Joy. Last Christmas, Dan wasn't quite ready for romance with you, so I was assigned to him. Same as Rudy was assigned to you. He will be glad, we were both rooting for you two, this year.”Then noting Dan’s puzzled & embarrassed look; Joy said; “Why, my dear Daniel, you do not think that only single dads get comfort visits on Christmas eve? Men!” Joy said, looking at Elly and rolling her eyes, “Sometimes, they think it's all about them.”Elly chuckled, “Yeah, but this one is pretty cute, so I’ll keep him.”Joy smiled and turned back to Dan, “Where do you think that song came from, you silly boy? One male comforter gets caught kissing a widow, back in the early fifties, in a Santa suit; and all the sudden the big man is stealing men’s wives! You remember how I mentioned there was an incident? That’s the reason for the clock stopping. And the invisibility? Well, that’s the one, Santa could have put an end to it by revealing us all, of course. But not every single mom or dad out there deserves us, so he took the hit. Mrs. Claus loves the song, she gets to rib him every time it plays, up at the north pole. Which, despite it being banned, is played at least a few times a year, funny how that keeps happening,” Joy said with a wink.“Honestly, it's just bad luck really that that widow had a thing for the Santa suit, but then again a lot of grown-up girls do, eh Elly?” Joy said, winking this time at Dan as Elly blushed a bit, as her secret fetish was revealed.“Anyways; sorry to break up the cuddle you two have, but there is some paperwork, since the comforter service is temporarily discharging you two. We need you both to sign something saying you are happily together. Of course, you two kids could just have saved us the trouble by making all this official with a trip to the local courthouse. But I, for one, admire that you’re taking things low key.”“Elly, I’ll have you go first, if you don’t mind. I’ll handle your discharge in Rudy’s stead, he’s got a full night, and I’m slated to be here for a while yet anyways. Funny how folks think elves only make toys all year, and don't find any work to do, once the sleigh gets loaded up. Truth is, we really get motivated for comforter services night!”Elly went with Joy to the kitchen counter and signed a few things on the clipboard, which Joy produced. Dan could not help noticing the whispering between the two ladies, nor the glances at him.When it was his turn, Elly then disappeared upstairs as Joy came back into the family room. Dan stood up and took the clipboard. He signed & initialed all the documents. Then, when he was finished Joy gave him a huge hug. "You did good. You both are glowing. I couldn’t have hoped for better. I know Jane would be happy for you, too.Funny thing about Jane, I’m not sure Elly told you, but it was Jane who first told her to think about moving on from Charlie. Jane told her; ‘You never know when something better could come along.' In her final days, she knew you two were right for each other. Case in point, the only reason Elly could see me tonight, is because she’s a part of you now, she shares your heart. I knew when I first appeared to you, tonight, I had a confused woman looking at me. You didn’t need me, now. You love her, and she loves you.” She let that sink in, then said; “By the way, as I said, I was due to be here a lot longer, and funny thing about the time magic; it can’t be cancelled. It must just run its course. So those kiddos upstairs are frozen for at least another 45 minutes. I’m sure you and Elly can find a way to fill that time.” Joy said with a wicked grin on her face. Then she added; “Oh, but you’ll need,” she said waving her pen, and magically Dan was wearing a Santa suit. “I think there’s a lonely mom with some treats for you by the fireplace, Santa. Take good care of her.” With that she was gone with a hint of peppermint lingering behind.Dan turned back to the couch and sure enough, standing in front of the fire, was Elly; wearing a loosely tied robe.“Oh Santa, there you are! I have some milk and a cookie for you, I hope you’re one who likes to lick his cookie.” she dropped the robe to show her naked luscious body, with whipped cream & sprinkles covering her mound.“Ho Ho Ho, absolutely dear, come to Santa, my sweet.” Elly smiled and rushed to him and after a deep kiss he wasted no time laying her down over the armrest of the sofa, and kneeling. With her legs dangling over the side of the sofa, he knelt and began devouring her bald & frosted cookie. When he had her thrashing in pleasure with his tongue, he rose and started to unbuckle the Santa pants.A hand stopped him. Panting she said; with lust in her eyes; “Leave that suit on, Santa. Come give me that thick candy cane in your pants though,” she said, massaging said cane that was nearly bursting out of Dan’s pants. Dan didn’t need to be asked twice. He just lowered the pants enough to get his cock out, and sunk it deep into his love’s elevated cunt. Unlike last year, he was no longer frustrated, he made slow love to Elly’s body, loving every curve and reveling in every moan. After a bit he picked her naked body up and slid her body up across the middle of the oversized sofa. Then he laid himself on her, again. Elly reveled in her Santa fantasy. His velvet red suit tingled her skin all over. Dan's cock tingled her innermost depths. When he was finished, they had cum together and just lay on the couch enjoying each other and the glow.Midnight finished chiming, signaling time had resumed. So they dressed and headed upstairs to their shared bed to get rest before four excited kids woke them the next day. The kids quickly went downstairs to await the big gift event.“Merry Christmas, my sweet Elly.” Dan said.“Merry Christmas, Dan.” She said as they kissed, then added, “You know, I wasn’t really expecting any action last night, but we could be in trouble. I’m off my pill because it was messing with my hormones, and it's; well, about my horniest time of the month.”Dan smiled, “Well, then we get a little bonus gift, and our blended family gets a little bigger. I’m up for more chaos if you are. We’re still pretty young.”Elly smiled and looking into his eyes, said; “I’d like that too. And you know, my doctor did say another baby would probably fix my erratic hormone issues. I just did not think you would want another. If your stud servicing last night doesn't take, maybe we'll try again.” Then smiling, she added, “But maybe let’s discuss getting married first?” She said with a chuckle.“Deal, and I’d love to marry you, but I want to do it right, and I don’t want to rush the kids.”Elly nodded, “I know, my love. Me too! If a baby happens soon, we’ll deal with it. But I’d rather not have people think you only married me because you got me pregnant.”“No one who's seen us together will think that dear.” Dan said smiling, “but if there is a baby, we have to name it Joy if it’s a girl, since it’s her fault.”Elly smiled, “Only fitting. But Rudy, if it’s a boy. We wouldn’t be here without his help, last year.”Dan suddenly chuckled; “But we can't tell anyone that we named a kid after someone that one of us had a previous one-night-stand with; can we?”Elly blushed; “They just wouldn't understand, unless they've gone through what we've been through.”Dan nodded and snuggled Elly close, rubbing her belly absent mindedly, and wondering if next year there would be five kids to get gifts for. Either way, somehow next year looked to be even happier than this year has been.By PaulStevens for Literotica

Widower gets a special visitor on Christmas Eve.By PaulStevens. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy stories.Dan felt like a small child, sitting up watching his phone for alerts that his midnight delivery had arrived. It was like he was waiting for Santa or something, well in his case, more like a Mrs. Claus. Not that Elly was as saintly as the real Mrs. Claus, but she was getting him out of a jam with his 9-year-old daughter this year, and that made her saintly enough.In Jane's last difficult months of life, Elly was her faithful friend. In the months since Dan lost Jane, Elly continued to help him navigate the challenges of raising 2 kids alone.For Elly, it was a blessed distraction from her own failing marriage.Finally, Dan heard his phone buzz, and looked down to see the text; ‘Here’, on his screen. He hopped up and went to his garage and let Elly in the side door, before leading her into his shop, where he knew they would not be overheard, should someone be awake & snooping.“Evening Elly, did you get my delivery?” Dan asked. “Everything look okay?”“Yes, absolutely.” Elly said, cheerfully. “It looks fantastic, thank you so much for assembling that. You were a life saver, just sorry I missed you. Gracie will be thrilled when she sees it in the morning.”Dan was mesmerized, staring at the glorious pair of jugs protruding from under Elly's red silk blouse. He quickly recovered himself. “Glad I can help! Assembling dollhouses I can do, clothes buying and fashion, not so much. Did you have any trouble at the mall?”Elly smiled, “Nope, as I told you, I was buying for Gracie and Josie anyways, picking up a few things for Samantha was no problem, and you do fine. Seriously, I’m not great at trends either, but at least they’ll all match each other, so they can suffer together. I got some of Sam’s stuff a size up from what you said by the way, her birthday isn’t for ages, and she won’t make it to the fall in the size she’s in.” Elly said handing Dan a stack of packages that, he noticed she had wrapped neatly for him, another thing off the list, tonight. “I hope you don’t mind?”“Oh, not at all, I hadn’t noticed, clothes were clearly not my department. Jane usually;” he stopped; thinking of his late wife; and fighting back the grief, “anyways, thanks.”“Hey, Dan don’t feel bad, like I said, you’re doing great. These are minor things considering what you three have been through, given Jane’s passing. Speaking of clothes, I also brought this,” she held up a paper grocery bag, “for Owen, I noticed his clothes are getting a tad small, when I picked him up the other day. I had my sister put together some of my nephew’s old clothes, these should hold you for a bit. If you want more; let me know, she’s got plenty. She’s just going to donate them, if you don’t need them.”“Wow, sounds great, and thanks for everything, Elly; you’ve been a life saver.”Elly smiled, “right back at you Dan, if I had to hear from Charlie, one more time about how I can’t handle a dollhouse because I can’t use tools, I was going to scream. Not that I can’t, I just had zero time or space to do that without ruining it for Gracie.”Dan chuckled, “Charlie should know plenty about tools, that guy is the biggest one I’ve ever seen, how he ever got you, will always boggle my mind. As for the dollhouse, no problem. You should see the stuff in my living room, it looked like Santa’s workshop in there, this month.”“Umm; a workshop full of toys and Christmas eve delivery, you sure you’re not Santa?” Elly winked.“Late night gift delivery, perfectly wrapped I might add, thank you for that by the way, saved me time tonight. You sure you aren’t Mrs. Claus?” He said, smiling.“Nope, just a friend helping out a friend, and as for the wrapping, same with the buying I was on a roll, figured you wouldn’t mind, besides, given I missed you tonight, it's the least I could do. I’m just glad my sister invited us to stay with her, so I could drop these by last minute.”“So, you are at your sister’s place for Christmas?”“Yeah, Isabelle didn’t want me being alone this Christmas, especially with Charlie being such an ass about the divorce all year. So, she convinced her kids how fun it would be to have their cousins stay.”“Well, should make for a joy-filled morning for sure. Let me know how the house goes over.”“Will do, same with those clothes.”“Elly, no kid is excited about clothes,” Dan said, chuckling.Elly rolled her eyes, “Umm, 9 year-old girls are, hence why you needed my help.”He swore she said; ‘men’ under her breath.“You’re right, of course, thanks again,” then looking at his watch he said, “and let me officially be the first to wish you a merry Christmas, Elly.”“Oh god, is it midnight already? I need to get back, or the kids will think I am Mrs. Claus. Merry Christmas, Dan.” She gave him a quick wave as she slipped out the door. He locked it behind her and went to bring the presents to the family room tree. Smiling at the care with which they had been wrapped. He noticed she had left the tag blank, probably so Sam wouldn’t be suspicious that the writing was Ms. Elly’s.“Like she won’t be suspicious the clothes are this nicely wrapped,” Dan thought to himself with a chuckle, as he filled out the tags and put them under the tree for the morning. He smiled at the tree and couldn’t help think of his departed Jane, and how much she loved Christmas. He took a moment to give into the grief that he had fought back in front of Elly.Though he appreciated how understandable Elly was about it, it still felt wrong to grieve in front of someone like that at this joyous time, even someone he had gotten as close with as he had Elly. Her divorce and his wife’s death this year had been a bonding thing for them. Elly's ex was a first class jerk, but he was also a coward who had somehow convinced Elly she was useless at taking care of herself. Hilariously, Dan knew he was only being this way because it was in fact Charlie who relied so heavily on Elly, that he needed her backing, to function. But low and behold, Elly had discovered she was fine on her own. Elly is a great mom and gracefully approaching her forties. Her inner beauty radiates outward to her lovely face. Her feminine curves were always luscious, but with her recent focus on better health, she would probably be off the ‘market' soon.‘Did she know her blouse was so, unbuttoned, tonight?' Dan thought to himself.Elly always took it in stride that men would get distracted by her tits. Ever since high school, Elly enjoyed more than her fair share of double-takes from guys. Her challenge was finding a man who loved her for more than her ass & tits. She hated that men often assumed a woman with a full figure lacked in brain power.Elly always appreciated that Dan believed in her. But now that she's single again; Elly found herself actually enjoying her growing need for a man.To keep her ex-husband off her back, Dan had volunteered to help with any home repairs she didn’t know how to do, or would’ve had to call someone for. She tried to pay him, but he reminded her of all the help she had given months before when Jane was first gone. Their daughters were already friendly, so Elly would take his kids for hours to give him a break. Countless meals seem to find their way home with the kids each time, she said they're leftovers, but he wasn’t fooled. So when she finally rid herself of the ‘tool', the repairs and upkeep were the least he could do.The latest exchange? He assembled a dollhouse for little Gracie that Elly had zero time to put together, if she picked up the clothes Sam had asked for. Given he spent no time in malls, and almost had never bought his kids clothes, picking out girls clothes was well out of his wheelhouse, so the exchange was perfect.His reflection was broken by a knock at the front door, figuring it was Elly, though surprised she used the front door. He dried his tears and went to answer it.When he opened the door, he found not Elly, but someone entirely different. Standing in the cold winter air was a scantily clad goddess wearing what could only be described as Mrs. Claus’s lingerie. Red lace with white fur barely covered her ample breasts and panties area; over which she wore a see through red robe that was also white fur lined. Lost in the woman’s cleavage, he barely heard her say, “Merry Christmas Dan, I’m Joy, your Christmas present, so to speak. Mind inviting me in? It’s cold out here.”Dan gulped, then moving out of the way said, “Of course come on in.”Joy just smiled, closed the door, and said, “Before you start with the questions, let’s just say you’ve been a very, very good boy this year, and a great dad. I’m a reward to special good single Daddy’s who might not have anyone to keep them warm on a cold Christmas Eve.” Joy then got very close, and without warning, kissed him.Before he knew it, almost by magic, her clothes were gone, and his hands were being placed on her firm ass and luscious tits. His clothing was strangely gone as well. It was too much for his system. He felt his cock explode with a long blast of cum; and blushed.Without missing a beat Joy stopped, smiled, and was somehow wearing her robe, again. Reading his shock and embarrassment she said; “Good, now that we got that one out of the way; and don’t worry Dan, that happens a lot. I always come in hot like that you see. It tells me what kind of help you need. I'm part of Santa's special services team. I'm a comforter.  I'm part of the division which cares for devoted single dads. If you just wanted sex, that works for me. Some dads just need to work out a little sexual frustration. Others, like you, are a little more complex and need something a little deeper. You complex ones usually cream yourself quick, and then we can get down to the real business.For the record, much as I love good sex, I prefer your kind, way more fulfilling for me. My success is measured by your depth of regained happiness. Now, which way to your kitchen?” Dan pointed and she said, “excellent, I’m going to make you some cocoa and we’ll chat. Oh, and if you hadn’t noticed I’m a little magical, just like the Big fella, no time will pass while I’m here, so you’re not sacrificing sleep, nor will anyone wake up or see me if they do wake. We won't run out of time, nor will I lack stamina to meet your needs. We had one incident a long time ago, and we’ve been a lot more careful since. So, with that out of the way let’s get started.”Dan, not fully believing there was some kind of smoking hot elf in his kitchen making hot chocolate; sat down at his table in a daze. For something to do, he checked her out. Given she was wearing the robe, he was less able to see her body, but he had gotten an eyeful when she was at the door. She was buxom, but not overly so, her weight suited her and made her huge breasts not look comical on her. She had ample hips which he could see even with the robe on. Her hair was chestnut brown and halfway down her back. He was taken out of his admiring of her, by a question, as she brought the cocoa to the table.“So, I couldn’t help but notice those tears when you opened the door. How are you holding up without Jane here? The whole truth now, not what you tell others so they don’t feel uncomfortable. My job is to make your Christmas better, and let’s face it, as long as you’re trying to hold it together for those darling kiddos upstairs, neither you or they is going to get the Christmas you all hoped for. And we both know Jane wouldn’t want to be the reason you all have a bad Christmas. So out with it.”He resisted at first, but looking into Joy’s eyes he suddenly couldn’t help it, it all just poured out of him, grief he didn’t even know he had been holding onto, until he was sobbing uncontrollably in her lap, the chocolate long forgotten.His loneliness also got the best of him, and he found himself the aggressor this time, not able to get close enough to Joy no matter how many kisses. She took it all, and returned his fevered kisses, but it never got further than that, as the out pour of emotion once again overwhelmed him. He felt his eyes water again before this got beyond kissing and hugging. The irrational guilt of his sexual desires had kept him from dating for all these months since Jane's passing.But Joy shouldn't count, right? Joy's here as a supernatural intervention of sorts. Perhaps Jane; from some other world, arranged this visit?“It’s okay Dan, all of it, this is a hard thing to deal with. You miss her in ways you haven’t even realized.” Joy then asked; “When was the last time you thought about a woman like you have tonight? Probably not in months.”Guilt washed over him as he knew that was not true, there was someone, he just could not bring himself to acknowledge those feelings though.Joy missed nothing, he was sure she knew what he was thinking, and maybe even about whom. Instead, she drank the rest of her cocoa and said; “that said, big boy, you can’t keep leaving a girl hanging, I’m magic, but I’m still flesh & bones.” Standing, she said; “Mind helping a lady out? I’ll even make it extra fun for you,” she said as she shed the robe he had opened during their petting.Holding his hand, she led him to the family room, and she laid down on the sofa. From somewhere produced a whipped cream can and proceeded to spray it on her tits and then her crotch. Here she placed a cherry, and announced; “Come get your dessert big boy, special attention to the spot with the cherry if you don’t mind. I know how much you boys like your boobs, but that tongue of yours on my cunt would be heavenly.”Dan smiled and went to work, quickly cleaning off her impressive chest, making sure to give her hard nipples a stiff, tugging suck, before heading down to the main event. He  took her two ankles and pulled her body down to one end of the sofa, until her ass was over the armrest and her legs dangled. From that side of the sofa, her pulled her knees wide apart and knelt down to enjoy a cunt sundae. He licked her completely clean before dipping his tongue into her sweet-tasting crevice. As requested, he gave it plenty of attention, especially her stiff, protruding clit. He sucked har on her nub while flicking it rapidly with his tongue, and was soon rewarded by her thrashing and moaning as she closed on her climax. Not long after, she exploded in pleasure, and he made sure to clean up any of her sweet syrup that leaked out.When he got up, he was instantly spun around and pinned naked to the sofa, with Joy on top. She kissed him hungrily, and with lust in her eyes, said; “Thank you sir, but you’ve been holding out on me it seems.” She reached down and grabbed his cock, which he had not noticed had gotten painfully hard, and began stroking it.“You’ve been hiding this thick candy cane from me.” She slid back and bent down to give it a few quick sucks, before rising and smiling, “just checking, looks like someone’s finally ready for the main event. Good thing too, your tongue is heavenly, but I need to be filled up, darling.” She then rose up and mounted him, squeezing her tits together, as she knelt, straddling a little forward, and moaned.If it was possible, Dan got harder in her stiff, velvety depths. He found new purpose in making this woman satisfied. Little did he know, his unconsciousness was awakening to new dimensions of life, finding purpose by satisfying a woman's sexual desires.She smiled; “Oh I think our good daddy likes his present, just wait big boy, you ain’t seen nothing yet.”She proceeded to ride him, slow at first, but getting faster as she went, clearly hitting a sensitive spot for herself as she did. She came not too long after starting. As she collapsed on him, Dan seized his chance, and holding her to him, with his cock still buried deep in her, rolled them over. “Umm, Daddy’s ready to drive huh? Have at it, drive into the depths of my magic cunt.”Have it he did. He wasn’t sure how long, but he burned off months of sexual frustration on Joy’s cunt, and she loved every minute of it. His hungry cock tingled in delight as her cunt magically massaged every inch of his manhood. As he felt his spunk prepare for an eminent blast, he pressed down and held there. Her cunt then seemed to suck on his tip, swelling his glans, and holding him securely. As the waves of ejaculate shot out, he felt her cunt actually swallow him, as though she was giving him a swallowing blowjob with her tight, rigid cunt. This climax held for a few minutes of pure ecstasy. When it was all done, he collapsed next to her, spent.Joy turned onto her side with her head on Dan's chest. One of her tits laid over him and he gently fondled it as his breathing settled.“Feel better?” Joy asked snuggling up to him. As she did, she handed him something. “Before the irrational guilt settles in, read this. It’s Jane’s last letter to Santa. She was always a believer, and a big reason I’m here tonight.”Dan unfolded the letter, which was written in Jane’s familiar script, and it read:Dear Santa,My wish is not really for this year, or maybe even next year. I know I’m not well, and I do not know how much time I have left, but if you are out there, can you make sure that if I go, my Daniel has a good Christmas. If I know him, he will move heaven and earth to make sure the kids have a happy Christmas, even at the expense of himself. So, if you can find some way to make sure he’s ok next year, I’d appreciate it. I love him so much, and I hope he finds his own way to happiness, but if not, please help him, and remind him its ok to move on. He has already given me more love, care and support than a girl could ever dreamed of, and I could not bear to see him unhappy after all he’s sacrificed for me, nor am I selfish enough to think only I deserve his love. His heart his too big to keep hidden away. I only hope he can find someone to love, and that she cherishes him as much as I do. I’m not sure why I’m writing all of this to you Santa, or if you’re even real, but if you are, make sure he has a good Christmas and knows that I was loved.Jane“She always said I should move on if she went, but it's so hard. Jane was, everything.” Dan said shaking his head.“Not to be nosy, but I think you already have. You just won’t admit it to yourself. I think there is a certain divorcee you’ve been a guardian angel for. And let’s face it Dan, she’s been yours. That little exchange you two just had, before I got here; how is that any different than how you and Jane worked together? You could fill a need for her and her kids, that has been neglected for long since before she left Charlie. And those two darlings upstairs,” Joy said pointing upstairs, “need a good mother’s love and care. Which, given that little bag of clothes in the garage for Owen, and the perfectly wrapped gifts for Sam under the tree; she’s already doing.”Joy looked deeply into Dan's eyes; “No one can replace Jane. She will always be those kid's mother. But that doesn’t mean the 6 of you can’t help each other heal. Who knows, maybe by next Christmas, someone won’t need her sister to rescue her, and both of you can put out presents together. Just think about it. And admit it; you really loved the cleavage tease she provided, tonight? Imagine how happy you'll make her, by enjoying her body. That luscious body she wants to share with you.”Then she rose and smiled; “Well, not to run, but I have to go. You need to get some sleep. Excited kids will be up soon. Do not forget to send Elly a video of those clothes getting opened.”Joy helped him up, then seeing the unkept state that the room was in; picked up a candy cane off the hot chocolate tray, and waved it around. Magically the kitchen was spotless, and they were both fully dressed. “See you again next year if needed. You’re my charge now, so I’ll come back as many Christmases as I’m needed. I have a good feeling you won’t even need me next year though.” With that she was gone.Dan found himself in his bed being woken by his kids, wondering if the whole thing had been a dream. Not too long after, paper lay all over the family room floor, and his kids were engrossed in their gifts. As promised, he sent the video of little Samantha gushing over her clothes. Given he had not been as discreet filming it as he hoped, Samantha had seen and made sure to say 'thanks Ms. Elly’ to the recording phone. He wasn’t sure how exactly she knew, but he also wasn’t shocked. Sam was as smart as her mother, and he was thankful of that every day. Every time he looked at Sam, he knew he’d always have a part of Jane in his life. He also received a video of Gracie, loving her dollhouse, and giving her mom all the credit, which he was sure made Elly’s day.As it should, moms work hard at Christmas, they should get credit. This was especially true in Elly’s case, given her troubles with Charlie this year. After watching the video, he thought for a bit about what Joy had said and decided to send back:'Thanks for the video, glad to put a smile on her face, and glad she put a smile on yours. Hopefully my smart girl put a smile on yours too, she is something. Speaking of smiles, I know you put one on my face more than I thought possible these past few months, and I love giving you reasons to show your pretty smile. I think we’re good for each other. I’d like to explore that more after the holidays are over, if you’re ready for that.“He nervously hit ‘send' and moments later got back.'More than ready, I just didn’t want to rush you. Jane was an incredible woman and a tough act to follow, I’ll do my best for sure. We’ll take it slow for the kids’ sake, but you’re right, you make me smile more than I have in years, and I’d like to feel that more. Name a time and place in the new year and I’m there.A moment later he got another text;F Y I, Izzy says 'about darn time’ and has already volunteered to babysit all the kids if we need.’Dan smiled, Jane got her wish, it certainly was a Merry Christmas, and by the looks of things, it was going to be a happy new year too.One year later:The grandfather clock suddenly froze after 6 chimes, as there was a knock on the door. Dan was snuggled under a blanket, on the sofa with Elly after putting four kids worth of presents under the tree. They were trying their first blended Christmas. Dan started to get up; confused, only to hear another female voice."Oh, please don’t get up, dear boy. You are right where you belong, and where I hoped I’d find you.” Joy said, appearing from nowhere, wearing much more clothing than the previous year; but still sexy as ever.Elly was spooked for a minute, by the appearance. Was this some other love interest of Dan's that she wasn't aware of? Young attractive widowers like Dan, were often getting sympathy attention from women, even married women. And some even wanted to make sure Dan got some sexual attention. Elly was proud to be the only woman Dan accepted even platonic help from. Yet women still tried to push themselves on him. But why on Christmas eve? Joy interrupted Elly's suspicions by revealing some secrets of her own. “Good evening, Elly! I assume I can let Rudy know he’s not needed this year, as well?’Stunned by the secret revelation, Elly turned beet red. "Oh, ah, er, yes, thank you, umm.” Elly trembled at having her previous secret Christmas dalliance exposed. This woman even knew Rudy's name! Then Elly caught on that both she and Dan were recipients of Santa's comforter services. At least they were receiving free gifts of personal services. It wasn't like Elly or Dan were actually hiring prostitution services.Still she felt vulnerable at the revelation. She hugged Dan tight and resolved herself to accept that Dan also got comforted last Christmas, by someone other than her.“Oh, where are my manners! I’m Joy. Last Christmas, Dan wasn't quite ready for romance with you, so I was assigned to him. Same as Rudy was assigned to you. He will be glad, we were both rooting for you two, this year.”Then noting Dan’s puzzled & embarrassed look; Joy said; “Why, my dear Daniel, you do not think that only single dads get comfort visits on Christmas eve? Men!” Joy said, looking at Elly and rolling her eyes, “Sometimes, they think it's all about them.”Elly chuckled, “Yeah, but this one is pretty cute, so I’ll keep him.”Joy smiled and turned back to Dan, “Where do you think that song came from, you silly boy? One male comforter gets caught kissing a widow, back in the early fifties, in a Santa suit; and all the sudden the big man is stealing men’s wives! You remember how I mentioned there was an incident? That’s the reason for the clock stopping. And the invisibility? Well, that’s the one, Santa could have put an end to it by revealing us all, of course. But not every single mom or dad out there deserves us, so he took the hit. Mrs. Claus loves the song, she gets to rib him every time it plays, up at the north pole. Which, despite it being banned, is played at least a few times a year, funny how that keeps happening,” Joy said with a wink.“Honestly, it's just bad luck really that that widow had a thing for the Santa suit, but then again a lot of grown-up girls do, eh Elly?” Joy said, winking this time at Dan as Elly blushed a bit, as her secret fetish was revealed.“Anyways; sorry to break up the cuddle you two have, but there is some paperwork, since the comforter service is temporarily discharging you two. We need you both to sign something saying you are happily together. Of course, you two kids could just have saved us the trouble by making all this official with a trip to the local courthouse. But I, for one, admire that you’re taking things low key.”“Elly, I’ll have you go first, if you don’t mind. I’ll handle your discharge in Rudy’s stead, he’s got a full night, and I’m slated to be here for a while yet anyways. Funny how folks think elves only make toys all year, and don't find any work to do, once the sleigh gets loaded up. Truth is, we really get motivated for comforter services night!”Elly went with Joy to the kitchen counter and signed a few things on the clipboard, which Joy produced. Dan could not help noticing the whispering between the two ladies, nor the glances at him.When it was his turn, Elly then disappeared upstairs as Joy came back into the family room. Dan stood up and took the clipboard. He signed & initialed all the documents. Then, when he was finished Joy gave him a huge hug. "You did good. You both are glowing. I couldn’t have hoped for better. I know Jane would be happy for you, too.Funny thing about Jane, I’m not sure Elly told you, but it was Jane who first told her to think about moving on from Charlie. Jane told her; ‘You never know when something better could come along.' In her final days, she knew you two were right for each other. Case in point, the only reason Elly could see me tonight, is because she’s a part of you now, she shares your heart. I knew when I first appeared to you, tonight, I had a confused woman looking at me. You didn’t need me, now. You love her, and she loves you.” She let that sink in, then said; “By the way, as I said, I was due to be here a lot longer, and funny thing about the time magic; it can’t be cancelled. It must just run its course. So those kiddos upstairs are frozen for at least another 45 minutes. I’m sure you and Elly can find a way to fill that time.” Joy said with a wicked grin on her face. Then she added; “Oh, but you’ll need,” she said waving her pen, and magically Dan was wearing a Santa suit. “I think there’s a lonely mom with some treats for you by the fireplace, Santa. Take good care of her.” With that she was gone with a hint of peppermint lingering behind.Dan turned back to the couch and sure enough, standing in front of the fire, was Elly; wearing a loosely tied robe.“Oh Santa, there you are! I have some milk and a cookie for you, I hope you’re one who likes to lick his cookie.” she dropped the robe to show her naked luscious body, with whipped cream & sprinkles covering her mound.“Ho Ho Ho, absolutely dear, come to Santa, my sweet.” Elly smiled and rushed to him and after a deep kiss he wasted no time laying her down over the armrest of the sofa, and kneeling. With her legs dangling over the side of the sofa, he knelt and began devouring her bald & frosted cookie. When he had her thrashing in pleasure with his tongue, he rose and started to unbuckle the Santa pants.A hand stopped him. Panting she said; with lust in her eyes; “Leave that suit on, Santa. Come give me that thick candy cane in your pants though,” she said, massaging said cane that was nearly bursting out of Dan’s pants. Dan didn’t need to be asked twice. He just lowered the pants enough to get his cock out, and sunk it deep into his love’s elevated cunt. Unlike last year, he was no longer frustrated, he made slow love to Elly’s body, loving every curve and reveling in every moan. After a bit he picked her naked body up and slid her body up across the middle of the oversized sofa. Then he laid himself on her, again. Elly reveled in her Santa fantasy. His velvet red suit tingled her skin all over. Dan's cock tingled her innermost depths. When he was finished, they had cum together and just lay on the couch enjoying each other and the glow.Midnight finished chiming, signaling time had resumed. So they dressed and headed upstairs to their shared bed to get rest before four excited kids woke them the next day. The kids quickly went downstairs to await the big gift event.“Merry Christmas, my sweet Elly.” Dan said.“Merry Christmas, Dan.” She said as they kissed, then added, “You know, I wasn’t really expecting any action last night, but we could be in trouble. I’m off my pill because it was messing with my hormones, and it's; well, about my horniest time of the month.”Dan smiled, “Well, then we get a little bonus gift, and our blended family gets a little bigger. I’m up for more chaos if you are. We’re still pretty young.”Elly smiled and looking into his eyes, said; “I’d like that too. And you know, my doctor did say another baby would probably fix my erratic hormone issues. I just did not think you would want another. If your stud servicing last night doesn't take, maybe we'll try again.” Then smiling, she added, “But maybe let’s discuss getting married first?” She said with a chuckle.“Deal, and I’d love to marry you, but I want to do it right, and I don’t want to rush the kids.”Elly nodded, “I know, my love. Me too! If a baby happens soon, we’ll deal with it. But I’d rather not have people think you only married me because you got me pregnant.”“No one who's seen us together will think that dear.” Dan said smiling, “but if there is a baby, we have to name it Joy if it’s a girl, since it’s her fault.”Elly smiled, “Only fitting. But Rudy, if it’s a boy. We wouldn’t be here without his help, last year.”Dan suddenly chuckled; “But we can't tell anyone that we named a kid after someone that one of us had a previous one-night-stand with; can we?”Elly blushed; “They just wouldn't understand, unless they've gone through what we've been through.”Dan nodded and snuggled Elly close, rubbing her belly absent mindedly, and wondering if next year there would be five kids to get gifts for. Either way, somehow next year looked to be even happier than this year has been.By PaulStevens for Literotica

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This week on The Obsessed Podcast, as part of the regular programming, Gareth & Ghia catch up and break down the making of history that was the LIVE performance of the 'Oh Santa (Remix)' with Jennifer Hudson and Ariana Grande on stage LIVE... IN PERSON TO PERFORM TOGETHER! . ...FINALLY! (breathe) . Also, the dolls have arrived and so we open and review each experience of ordering and receiving the Mariah Carey Holiday Barbie doll. . In other news... there is also a brief unpacking of the magic that is the 7th 'All I Want For Christmas Is You' music video... . Join as we unpack with extra excitement and relive the splendour of The Queen Of Christmas . Don't forget to rate, review and subscribe to The Obsessed Podcast, on all streaming platforms . Follow us on all Social Media platforms @the_obsessed_podcast --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/theobsessedpodcast/message

Play along at home with the lyrics: [Intro] I don't want a lot for Christmas There is just one thing I need I don't care about the presents Underneath the Christmas tree I just want you for my own More than you could ever know Make my wish come true All I want for Christmas is you, yeah [Verse 1] I don't want a lot for Christmas There is just one thing I need (And I) Don't care about the presents Underneath the Christmas tree I don't need to hang my stocking There upon the fireplace (Ah) Santa Claus won't make me happy With a toy on Christmas Day [Chorus] I just want you for my own (Ooh) More than you could ever know (Ooh Make my wish come true All I want for Christmas is you You, baby [Verse 2] Oh, I won't ask for much this Christmas I won't even wish for snow (And I) I'm just gonna keep on waiting Underneath the mistletoe I won't make a list and send it To the North Pole for Saint Nick (Ah) I won't even stay awake to Hear those magic reindeer click [Chorus repeat] [Bridge] Oh, all the lights are shining So brightly everywhere (So brightly, baby) And the sound of children's Laughter fills the air (Oh, oh yeah) And everyone is singing (Oh yeah) I hear those sleigh bells ringing (Oh) Santa, won't you bring me the one I really need? (Yeah, oh, oh) Won't you please bring my baby to me? [Verse 3] Oh, I don't want a lot for Christmas This is all I'm asking for (Ah) I just wanna see my baby Standing right outside my door [Chorus repeat] [Outro] You, baby All I want for Christmas is you, baby (You) All I want for Christmas is you, baby (Ah, oh, ah, oh) All I want for Christmas is you, baby (You) All I want for Christmas is you, baby (All I really want, baby, ooh) All I want for Christmas is you, baby (All I want, all I really want is you) Jump to section: (00:11) Pretty short introduction (00:30) Christmas cracker/bon-bon jokes (07:45) Mariah Carey = Merry Christmas (09:43) The price of wanting you for Christmas (13:01) Wasted presents under the tree (15:35) Rental terms or ownership? (16:22) Wish-slacktivism (16:58) Purpose, hunger, skins (17:54) The music videos and spin-offs (22:57) Fertility struggles (25:30) Sad scenes, bargaining, deals, Bee Gees (27:54) TAKEN VII: the Revenge (30:06) Get straight with Santa (22:29) Flirting with evil (36:01) Deep dive on Saint Nicholas, Necromancer (39:01) Murder and/or manslaughter (43:43) Reindeer click (singular?) (45:29) Maslow's Hierarchy of Needs (47:42) Other theories from the internet (50:34) Misheard lyrics (51:30) Notable trivia and legal wrangles (56:26) Surprise AI song #178 (01:00:04) Farewells Would you like to appear (well, vocally) on the show? Do you have a pop song or ear-worm from the SMOOTH FM genre that's infested your mind and needs to be investigated? Visit this page ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠https://speakpipe.com/lyrics⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ to record us your own voicemail hot-take on your specific smooth song of suckiness. You could be on a future episode! (you can always email sound files or text your thoughts to ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠poidadavis@gmail.com⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ if that's easier). Cheers! Find us on Twitter, Facebook, Instagram etc @LyricsPodast ... and we're on all your favourite podcasting platforms. Sound clips are included for educational reference, criticism, satire and parody in fair use. Clips remain the property of the respective rights holder and no endorsement is implied. All information and opinion is performed and expressed in-character and does not reflect reality or genuine commentary on any persons (living or dead), bands or other organisations, or their works, and is not recommended listening for anyone, anywhere.

They say Christmas is love so today we do a little work on filling up with love and spreading it all about. Metta meditation is loving kindness meditation and our meditation today is this practice of giving love and the bonus is, we get what we give. In this episode we will learn: ~What Metta Meditation is and how to practice ~Loving Kindness meditation for ChristmasLove the show? Please review and rate Stress Therapy here: https://lovethepodcast.com/StressTherapyQuotes: “We get what we give and today, it's going to be love. What's better than that?” -Cheri Augustine Flake, LCSWInteresting Mentions: Listen to Cheri's song, Christmas Makes Me Hot! Here: https://open.spotify.com/track/243XihhravQygY1QrN6scT?si=01685aa4cd654602 Christmas Makes Me Hot by 13 Stories Love in a Christmas chat room ~ we met onlineHe told me that he had a beard and was a small guy ~ did I mind?I told him I'm pretty short myself He mentioned he worked at the mall…and was a Christmas elf I never thought it'd happen, we fell in love so madlyI've been loving tights and striped hats on my boyfriend called Todd BradleyI wait every day in line by Santa's sleigh to get a chance to sayI want that elf on Christmas day! Oh, I got to see my elfOh, I got a kiss my elfA little something for myself every ChristmasNow, Christmas makes me hot! We're the cutest Christmas couple you've ever seenHe loves to trim my tree and everything we do is red and greenHe likes to sip coco and ice skateHe makes me toys by hand (some dirty) My sexy elf is great I've been so naughty with him, but I love the perksIt's costing stocking stuffers, not making the list, the whole worksThrow another log on my elf songHow can it be wrong when he gets off early and brings eggnog?! Oh, I got to see my elfOh, I got a kiss my elfA little something for myself every ChristmasNow, Christmas makes me hot! Fa la la la la… He's got to go back up north after the 1stI'm gonna miss his pointy shoes and high voice it's a Christmas curseI kiss his little shoulders they're sweetTiny fuzzy sweaters…I'll miss my Christmas treat Oh Santa don't make him go back to The PoleI'll be here 'til next year sending candy letters praying for snowI'll tie a mistletoe around my evergreen so in my heart I knowHe'll be back next year to love me so! Oh, I got to see my elfOh, I got a kiss my elfA little something for myself every ChristmasNow, Christmas makes me hot! The Host for this podcast: Cheri Augustine Flake, LCSW The Stress Therapist and Author Twitter: @stresstherapy Instagram: @thestresstherapist Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/cheriaugustineflake Linkedin: https://www.linkedin.com/in/cheri-augustine-flake-719b044 Website: https://thestresstherapist.com/ YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/user/thestresstherapist Stay in touch with Cheri: https://thestresstherapist.com/contact/ Join Cheri Flake on her next retreat! https://thestresstherapist.com/retreats/ https://thestresstherapist.com/beach-retreats/ Want Cheri Flake to be your therapist? If you live in Georgia go here: https://thestresstherapist.com/contact/ to schedule a free 15 minute consultation Follow Cheri Flake on GoodReads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/15903117.Cheri_Augustine_Flake Buy Cheri's book: Honey Do To Honey DONE! A Simple System For A Productive And Happy Household With Absolutely No More Nagging! https://www.amazon.com/Honey-DONE-Productive-Household-Absolutely/dp/0997950919/ref=cm_cr_arp_d_bdcrb_top?ie=UTF8 A word from your host, Cheri Flake, LCSW: Feeling good after our Stress Therapy session? Awesome. Check out the show notes to connect with me, The Stress Therapist on social media or go to www.iLoveTherapy.com to find out about meditation retreats & yoga retreats.

Un año más que hemos dejado atrás. Un año que, como el anterior, estuvo marcado por la pandemia de la covid, que poco a poco vamos superando. Se han quedado amigos y familiares por el camino, pero recordemos los momentos alegres vividos con ellos. Estamos de nuevo en Navidad y con ella la oportunidad de empezar de nuevo. 2023, un año nuevo a estrenar. La vida nos regala la ocasión de encontrarnos con los que siguen aquí, para hacernos la vida un poco más feliz. Estos últimos años nos hemos encerrado en nosotros mismos por miedo al contagio. Pero el peligro ya ha pasado y ya es hora de retomar la normalidad. De recuperar los abrazos. De decir lo que no nos atrevimos a decir. De sentir a nuestros seres queridos bien cerca. Cada día es un nuevo principio y aunque algún día aparezca nublado, sabes que el sol está por encima de las nubes, solo necesita tiempo para volver a brillar. El equipo de Love4musicals Miguel Casares, Paco Dolz y Unai Aizpurua queremos desearte lo mejor para este nuevo año que empieza. Nuestra forma de estar contigo es a través de estos podcast y de los twitch y aquí te dejamos un buen puñado de canciones que recogen ese espíritu navideño de amor y concordia. Interpretaciones de los más variados intérpretes. Comenzamos con una versión muy especial de “El pequeño tamborilero” con la niña Soleá y Farru para terminar con otra curiosa versión que hemos encontrado de una antigua actuación en televisión española con Marisol y Mocedades cantando “Happy Christmas”. 00h 00’00” Presentación 00h 01’53” Cabecera 00h 02’31” El pequeño tamborilero – Solea y Farru 00h 08’13” At Christmas – Hanson 00h 13’19” Happy days – Backstreet boys 00h 16’36” Jingle bells rock – Kd Lang 00h 18’22” Joe and Mary – Bryan Adams 00h 21’40” Bringin’ back Christmas – Ryan Reynolds 00h 25’31” Christmas is my favourite time of the year - Norbert Leo Butz & Aaron Tveit 00h 28’22” Comin’ for X-mas – Usher 00h 32’19” If every day was like Christmas – Elvis Presley 00h 35’08” Little Christmas tree – Michael Jackson 00h 38’42” A nightingale sang in Berkeley Square – Nat King Cole & Gloria Estefan 00h 43’39” Christmas love – Justin Bieber 00h 46’54” Let’s get Christmas going – Bryan Adams 00h 49’56” Lonely Christmas – Bryson Tiller, Justin Bieber & Poo Bear 00h 53’38” Merry Christmas – Ed Sheeran & Elton John 00h 57’02” A este lado del cristal – La oreja de Van Gogh 00h 58’18” Let it snow – Jamie Cullum & Michael Legrand 01h 01’29” Mary did you know – Clay Aitken 01h 04’45” Oh Santa – Mariah Carey, Ariana Grande & Jennifer Hudson 01h 08’00” Santa Claus is back in town – Richard Marx 01h 10’30” Little drummer girl – Alicia Keys 01h 14’54” Merry Christmas – Bryan Adams 01h 17’18” Christmas day – Dido 01h 21’14” Santa Claus is coming to town – Sebastian Yatra 01h 24’37” A soldier’s Christmas – Gerónimo Rauch 01h 29’15” Christmas time – Bryan Adams 01h 33’16” One child – Mariah Carey 01h 37’37” Someday at Christmas – Stevie Wonder & Andra Ray 01h 41’01” The Christmas song – Johnny Mathis & Billy Joel 01h 44’48” Little things – Abba 01h 47’54” Christmas calling – Norah Jones 01h 51’10” River – Madeline Peyroux & Kd Lang 01h 56’24” Será Navidad – Blas Cantó 02h 00’43” The Christmas song – Stevie Wonder & India Arie 02h 03’10” I saw momma kissing Santa Claus – Amy Winehouse 02h 05’14” Same old lang syne – Backstreet boys 02h 09’34” The happy elf – Harry Connick, jr. 02h 13’13” Under the mistletoe – Justin Bieber 02h 16’13” The piano man at Christmas – Jamie Cullum 02h 20’11” The bell that couldn’t jingle – Burt Bacharach 02h 22’39” Christmas time is the air again – Mariah Carey 02h 25’39” Merry Christmas, Happy new year – Ingrid Michaelson & Zooey Deschanel 02h 29’10” Happy Christmas – Marisol & Mocedades

How Mary Kringle replaced Kris with a set of dildos & her elf girlfriends.By cb summers. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.Things really started changing quickly after that. For one thing, Mary moved out of her apartment to be nearer the test room and the small sex toy manufacturing facility she was setting up. I hardly saw her anymore. I resisted the urge to go to the viewing room that week, for fear of dallying with Snowbell again or some other adorable elf.There was something in the air on the factory floor… a buzz of excitement. Wherever I went, I saw elves smiling up at me and whispering to each other. I figured they were talking about the new clothing Mary was designing. But I worried that they knew what Mary and I had done with Snowbell and the other elves… it was too horrible to contemplate! Whatever it was, I found their ancient eyes on me unnerving.I had at least one reason to suspect our dalliance had gotten out: my loyal secretary Blizzard, who'd been my assistant for 85 years, suddenly started flirting with me. At first I didn't realize what she was doing, but eventually I noticed that she'd left her frumpy striped blouse unbuttoned a bit too far. She bent over a few times, and I saw the top of her cleavage to the lacy top of her little elf bra. Then I noticed she wasn't wearing the red and green striped hose I made the female elves wear. She was showing me her bare powder blue legs for the first time ever, and I was shocked by how shapely they were. Blizzard, who was named for her snowy white skin, had always taken care of me. I'd always considered her a mother figure. But now…When I asked her to take a letter, she sat and crossed her luscious legs… slowly… so as to give me a glimpse of her little elf panties. Then, as I dictated, she looked at me intently over the top of her glasses, and every once in a while she'd slowly lick her lips. It was a seductive expression if I ever saw one. All at once I realized the implication of what was going on. She would do anything I wanted. Anything. No questions asked. Any of the elves would. It was pure, unadulterated temptation.I had no idea how I was going to resist. But I held out as long as I could.Every day I fought off the urge to go to the viewing room. But after the eighth day, Snowbell sent me a message saying that Mary was running the last test today. If I was interested in watching, this would be my last opportunity. That pushed me over the edge. Snowbell wanted me to come. Snowbell wanted me to cum! I couldn't resist, but I made up my mind not to do anything naughty. I wanted to be true to Mary, as I was sure she was trying to do too. So as I walked to the viewing room at the appointed time, I was determined to tell Snowbell to leave, and I would lock the door behind her. I wanted to masturbate alone, watching my naked wife play with sex toys, like a normal husband!When I entered the viewing room, my plan went up in smoke. Snowbell was waiting for me, wearing a thin, see-thru, pale blue teddy. I could see her dark blue nipples through the snowflake pattern. I forgot all about my plan.“Glad tidings, Santa! I'm so happy you're back.” She was glittering with happiness. “Here, have a seat. The test hasn't started yet.”I sat on the couch. Snowbell stood nearby, just looking at me, beaming with happiness. It was a good thing I'd worn baggy pants, because my cock was already growing just looking at her amazing little body.“How are you today, Snowbell?”“Wonderful, Santa, now that you're here. I was so worried you wouldn't come. I've missed you.”“Really?” I asked.“I had so much fun last time. I've told all the elves about it.”“Christmas crackers! You shouldn't have!” I snapped, even though I'd suspected as much.She put her delicate hands to her mouth, and her eyes filled with tears, “Oh… Santa… was I naughty?”Elves are ancient and wise, but quite emotional sometimes. I hated the look of despair on her face, so I put my hand on her little shoulder and said, “No, it's okay…I'm just… shy, I guess.”She smiled again, glad I wasn't angry. “Well, Santa, you have no reason to be shy. Elves aren't. We only wear clothes because you want us to. In our homes, we take everything off… well, not everything. Sometimes we like to wear things that make us look sexy.”“Really? I didn't know that.” I had to admit.“No, of course not Santa. You told us not to talk about those sorts of things thousands of years ago. You thought we were naughty.”“No, I'd never think elves are naughty.” I admitted.“Really? That's good to know.” She said, a mischievous gleam in her ancient elfin eyes.I crossed my legs to hide my growing erection and said, “I was actually afraid you'd think I was naughty after… you know.”“After you anointed me?” She giggled. “Don't be silly Santa! I've been anointed before. But that was the first time Santa anointed me! Everyone is so happy for me! Oh, you were so delicious! Yummy, yummy, yummy!”“I'm not the first?” I asked.“Of course not, silly! Elves anoint each other all the time!”“You… have sex too?”She laughed, “Of course, Santa! All kinds… all the time! We play every night after closing time in the little houses you made for us!” I'd always assumed those parties I heard were just… parties. But were they orgies? I've always considered elves pure goodness. If they had sex all the time… maybe having sex all the time was a good thing.She put her hands on my knee and leaned toward me, batting her elfin eyes, her breasts pushing up beautifully between her arms.“How do you like it?” she said, glancing down at her body.“You're beautiful, Snowbell.”She giggled, “Thank you Santa, but I didn't mean that. I meant what I'm wearing!” She spun in a little circle. “Mrs. Claus designed it.”“Is that… the new uniform?” I asked with a gulp.“No, not really. Mrs. Claus says there won't be uniforms anymore. She's designing a bunch of different things, shirts, robes, pants, and dresses. She says we get to wear whatever ones we want! I chose this one. It's my favorite. You can see my little nipples through it!” She giggled as if that was so funny. Elf humor, I guess. I heard a jingling and looked down to see single little bell hanging from a little strap around her waist. It was dangling right in front of her perfect vagina and ringing playfully as she laughed. She looked amazing but… was this the future? Would the factory be full of half-naked elves walking around looking like… this? I had to talk to Mary about this whole concept.Just then, Mary entered the test room. She was wearing red lingerie. Holy, Blitzen! I'd given it to her as a Christmas gift in 1872, but she'd never worn it before. Somehow seeing her in that skimpy red lace shift, beaded with pearls, made her look even more erotic to me than when she was totally naked. Maybe I just have this thing for red and white… but whatever it was, she looked utterly amazing. Then it got even better. She reached up and removed whatever it was that held her hair up in that abominable bun, and her long Christmas-red hair tumbled down her shoulders.I suddenly remembered why I fell in love with her.In the summer of 1702, I visited a remote Bavarian mountainside to collect the special syrup I'd been harvesting from the trees every year. I heard the beautiful echoing voice of someone singing a Christmas Carol. Lasst Uns Froh Und Munter Sein, to be precise (one of my favorites). I followed the sound and came across the most wonderful sight I'd ever seen. A pretty, redheaded Bavarian girl, standing with her back to me, a few feet out in the shallows of a clear mountain lake. She was wearing nothing but a loosely fitting red undergarment which the sun was shining through. I could see every detail of her silhouette: her long gorgeous legs, her curvaceous hips, and delicious buttocks. She'd already removed a big blowsy dress and had thrown it over a nearby stump. A moment after setting my eyes on her gorgeous figure, she reached up behind her head and undid her hair, with the intention of washing it. Her silken hair, which was the color of holly berries, cascaded down over her shoulders, like a red waterfall. I fell in love with her. Right there. Right then.I stepped on a twig and she turned with a start. Her eyes grew wide. She knew who I was the second she saw me. Everyone knows Saint Nicholas in Bavaria! She was so surprised and in awe of me, she didn't notice that the front of her undergarment was wide open, and I could see her beautiful breasts as plain as day, illuminated magically by sunlight reflecting off the surface of the lake. I gulped, my eyes riveted to her perfect tits. They were about the same size as her head and had large, fawn colored areolas decorated with tiny little nipples. As an added bonus, I could see the very top tuft of her beautiful red bush.Rip! My cock grew instantly hard, ripping upward through the leg of my pants, until it was pointed right at this lovely stranger. Her eyes opened even wider. That's not something you see every day. We just stared at each other for the longest time, not wanting this perfect moment to end.At just the right moment, I walked toward her, not bothering to cover my cock. She backed up a little almost slipping on a stone. She must have thought I was going to ravish her on the spot, but I wasn't that sort of man. I walked out into the shallow water, got down on one knee, and took her hands in mine.“Marry me,” I said.“Yes,” she replied.That's how we did it in the old days. None of this premarital sex stuff. You just saw a girl you fancied and you married her. Her parents were thrilled. Their last name was Christmas, which tells you that they were pretty big fans of yours truly. It just seemed like perfect symmetry that their daughter would grow up to marry Saint Nicholas.After the charming little wedding we boarded my sleigh. With the whole village cheering, we took off into the sky, heading north over the Bavarian Alps. Mary's long red hair was dancing about her head in the breeze. The little white flowers she'd braided in it were flying out, leaving a trail of petals falling earthward behind us. Her face was so happy, so young, so full of life. She excitedly asked me questions about the North Pole and insisted on calling me Saint Nicholas, even though I'd told her my real name was Kris Kringle. I didn't mind. It was charming. I felt a happy feeling that nothing in the world could buy.As we talked I grew more and more enchanted by her beautiful blushing face and flashing eyes. I had intended to bed her at the North Pole, but I couldn't wait any longer. The reindeer knew the way home, so I put down the reins and began to kiss Mary and touch her body, feeling the firmness of her large breasts for the first time. My cock was hard, but I'd strapped it down before the wedding, afraid it might misbehave during the ceremony. Mary ran her fingers along length of the hard log strapped to my thigh.“My… Saint Nicholas, how big you are!”“Would you like to see it… again?” I asked her, breathless with lust.“Yes, Saint Nicholas,” she said, shyly. She crouched in front of me, and pulled off my boots, carefully putting them aside. Then she unhooked my suspenders. Then she unbuttoned my pants, tense with anticipation, and pulled them down, followed by my red and green striped boxers. She stopped for a moment to stare at my enormous cock. The strap holding it down was digging into my thigh.“That looks painful!”“It is. Why don't you take it off for me?”She kneeled and breathlessly unhooked the leather strap, her fingers brushing against my naked flesh thrillingly. She had to pull hard to unhook the belt, and when she did my cock popped up and bonked her on the chin so hard that she said, “Ow!” and giggled.I chuckled along, but our laughter died out as she began to study my ruddy penis with intense interest. It was probably the first one she'd ever seen. She probably didn't know that it was unusually large, but she was impressed nonetheless. She began to touch it tenderly with her exquisite fingers. She ran her hands delicately around and around, then circling under my balls, and feeling the weight of them in her hands. I was utterly transfixed by the sensation! Then she bent over and kissed the head of my cock with her beautiful lips. I was so excited! No woman had ever seen it, much less kissed it! Then she opened her mouth as wide as she could and tried to swallow it. I'd heard lots of bawdy talk from lumberjacks and their trappers, so I knew all about blowjobs, but I'd never thought I'd be given one. She was a tall girl, very big boned, so she was able to get the head of my cock in her mouth, although it didn't go very far inside. She started stroking my shaft with her soft, large hands, lubricating everything with her saliva. As she did this, I took off my coat and shirt. I was in heaven.I felt a little surge of pre-cum shoot into her mouth. She looked at me in surprise. Then she suddenly stood up, her eyes wide with lust, and sat on the dashboard of the sleigh. She propped her feet on the seat on either side of me. I wasn't sure what she was doing, but I just watched her, transfixed by the beautiful sight of her hair was whipping about her head as she stared at me, her face tense with excitement.“Father told me to make sure you see.” She pulled up her dress, slowly, revealing her beautiful, long, naked legs. Much to my delight, I discovered she wasn't wearing any underwear. I was looking right at her glorious pussy. She reached between her legs, and pulled the pussy lips open to show me she that she was still a virgin. I leaned forward, ostensibly to inspect her hymen, as the preacher had insisted I do, but the instant I got close enough I had the overwhelming urge to kiss her there. I ran my hands up her thighs to grab her naked ass in my eager hands and buried my mouth between her wet lips. I tasted her sweetness and breathed in her musky scent, my nose buried in her holly berry bush. She groaned in pleasure, shocked I think, at the sensations I was giving her. A delicious liquid began to ooze from the little hole in her hymen. I lapped it up with my tongue then played with the thin membrane of her hymen, knowing that soon it would exist no more.I sucked and kissed her virgin pussy, wanting to extend our innocence as long as possible. But, desperate with passion, she pushed me back, and kept pushing until we both stumbled and tumbled over the seat into the back of the sleigh. I landed on my back on my magic sack, which, though empty, did protect me from getting splinters. In a twinkling, Mary was straddling me, looking down with an almost crazy expression on her face. Then she lowered herself onto my cock in one swift move and cried out in pain as I pierced her hymen. We were no longer virgins.“Mary, are you alright?”“Mother said it would hurt at first,” she whimpered. She forced herself farther down on me, grimacing in pain… she was so damned tight! Then, when about a third of my manhood was inside her the tip pressed against the back wall of her vagina, making her yelp in pain again. She stood up and my cock popped out of her. She looked at me, her face almost frightened from the pain it had caused her.“Saint Nick… I knew you were large… but… Oh, my!”“Mary! You're bleeding!”She looked down at the trickle of blood running down her thigh. “Mother said I would bleed. It's nothing.” But I sat up and tenderly kissed her pussy, and wiped away the blood with a corner of my magic sack.“I'm so sorry I hurt you, Mary.”“No, we need to do this. Just… give me a second.” She made me lie back again, as she screwed up her courage. Then she lowered herself again onto my shaft. I was about four inches thick, and it took all her effort not to scream as I penetrated her. She was so tight around me, it felt like I was ripping her open. But I saw determination in her face. She began to go up and down on me, faster and with greater ease. Then the pain on her face turned to pleasure. She smiled a large beautiful smile and began to groan.“Oh… Saint Nick!!! Sing for me!”I was always happy to take requests, even while making love to my beautiful bride. I began to sing a traditional Bavarian sleighing song. I sang with gusto. I'm always the loudest one when the caroling begins! Oh, what fun it was to sing a sleighing song that night! Mary was riding herself up and down on me with more and more power, in tempo with my singing, making the bells on the side of the sleigh jingle with each thrust. Then she started singing along, laughing from time to time at the gleeful absurdity of it all. She was fucking Saint Nicholas in his sleigh, the Bavarian Alps towering all around!I stopped singing when a surge of intense pleasure hit me in the guts. I felt something powerful building up inside me, from the tips of my toes and the top of my head. And all of that power was surging down to my balls, then started galloping up my shaft to the tip. I bellowed with joy as I came inside my lovely bride. I hadn't had an orgasm since before I was transmogrified. I'd been required to swear an oath to be celibate until I was wed. I guess I had a bit of a backlog of cum from centuries of disuse, because it went on and on, gush after gush for at least two full minutes, until it was pouring out of her around my cock, and across my balls, and pooling up around my ass. She moaned in pleasure, having an orgasm just from the sensation of three quarts of cum shooting inside her. It was an absolutely amazing moment, made doubly wonderful because of the love I felt for this beautiful woman.As I watched Mary let down her hair in the test room, I thought…I don't love her anymore.It was a shock to realize it. But I don't think I'd loved her in ages. Oh, she was still a beautiful, sexy woman, and I was enjoying the sight of her smoking hot bod, but… I wasn't all that interested in fucking her any more.Snowbell, on the other hand… I looked at her and I felt a tingling in my heart and in my cock. Love. If only I weren't a married man… I opened my arms and said, “Come here Snowbell.”She happily hopped sideways into my lap, right on top of my growing erection, which made her giggle. I hugged her playfully and cuddled her up to my face, her cheek to mine. I loved the way her body wiggled as she giggled. I was trying to desexualize her by treating her like a pet. But it didn't work. I wanted Snowbell to touch my cock again… but I resisted the urge and put her on my left knee, away from my erection.“Let's just watch, Snowbell. Okay?”“Yes, Santa, I would love to watch with you!”We looked into the test room. Mary was waiting expectantly on the fluffy bed, looking at a door on the blank white wall. The door opened and a blonde woman walked in. What the…? I had no idea who she could be. The nearest arctic station was about twenty miles away. Besides, this woman was built like a porn star. Then I realized I was seeing the life-sized sex doll! It was freakishly realistic. It was a high quality sculpture of an actual porn star, cast out of silicone, with real human hair woven on its head and pussy. It had an articulated skeleton, and realistic, fuckable openings in the mouth, pussy and anus. Freaky. A group of scantily dressed female elves were standing on each other's shoulders, manipulating the doll like a puppet, so it appeared to be walking. The doll was platinum blonde, dressed in a flimsy pink negligee, and white fishnet hose held up by a garter. It had bigger boobs than Mary. Obscenely large in fact. Its face was blank and its blue eyes empty of life. But when it moved… it came to life… it became a ‘she'. Elves are natural puppeteers.It was probably the weirdest thing I've ever seen, and it just got weirder.Mary looked at… I'll call her Dolly… appraisingly, as if deciding how best to use her. She reached out and squeezed Dolly's breasts with her hands. One of the elves giggled, and I realized she was voicing the part of Dolly. Mary smiled shyly, looking coquettishly at Dolly's eyes.“You have very pretty breasts,” said Mary, somewhat awkwardly.“So do you,” said Dolly, as she reached out to touch Mary's breasts. Mary arched her back lustfully, and pulled the front of her shift down, exposing her beautiful mammaries to Dolly's hands. Tinsel, a beautiful blue elf, stood between Mary and Dolly, and reached up past Dolly's inanimate hands to do the touching for her. Tinsel's long delicate blue fingers fondled Mary's perfect breasts, pinching her nipples.At the same time Mary squeezed and pinched Dolly's breasts and the elves groaned, “Oh, Mrs. Claus, that feels so good.”This went on for a while, the two of them… or the three of them, touching each other all over. I thought Dolly was creepy, but it was wonderful to see Tinsel's blue hands fondling Mary's breasts and ass. It was naughty… but utterly erotic.I felt Snowbell's hand starting to stroke my erection through the velvet.“Let's just watch, Snowbell.”“Okay,” she sing-songed, taking her hand away. But a minute later her hand was touching my erection again. That was odd. Usually you told an elf to do something and they did it. You never had to tell them twice. Never. But she was deliberately disobeying my orders. Still… it felt good… and it wasn't really like we were having sex… or so I told myself. So I let her continue.Mary kissed Dolly on the lips. Passionately! I felt a little surge of jealousy. Mary hadn't kissed me with that much passion in an elf's age. But she was kissing a hunk of petroleum byproducts like it were George Clooney!“If you want to masturbate, Santa, I won't mind,” said Snowbell, hugging me sweetly.“Well… Why not? Just… don't touch me there, please, Snowbell.”“Oh? You liked the way I touched you there before.”“I'm married. It's naughty for me to… to have sexual relations with anyone other than Mrs. Claus.”She laughed, “Oh, yes, I read about that silly custom on the human internet. I didn't know that rule applied to demigods!”Actually… I didn't know either. I had just sort of assumed it. I was born a human, so I'd always figured the same rules applied to me even after I was transmogrified. “Just, please Snowbell. I'm trying to be good.”“I understand, Santa. I won't touch.”I took out my cock, and Snowbell reached between her legs and offered me a dewdrop of her magical juices. I thought I probably shouldn't… but I took it, remembering how wonderfully tingly it felt. I broke the delicate drop open against my cock and spread Snowbell's pussy juice all over. Oh, elf magic… Um. I masturbated slowly, sensuously, as I watched my beautiful wife have sex with a rubber doll.Mary tried various things with Dolly… weird approximations of lovemaking. It was strange seeing her attempting to have sex with a woman. I knew some of the sample sex toys were strap-on dildos, so I wondered why she didn't just strap one of them onto Dolly. But I soon found out. Mary got on her knees, put her head between Dolly's legs and licked and sucked her silicone vagina, either enjoying it or pretending to, while the elves made Dolly appear to writhe and moan in pleasure. Dolly pulled at Mary's hair, and Mary responded by driving her tongue insistently into Dolly's plastic pussy. Mary reached between her own legs and began fingering herself with her ass aimed right at me. Oh, Mary… my heart ached for the past, when she'd wanted me to touch her there. It was an exciting sight to masturbate to, but angering as well, because I knew that Mary wouldn't let me touch her pussy with a ten-foot pole. She'd reduced me to this pathetic voyeurism.Then Mary lay on her back, and now Dolly crawled to the floor and pushed Mary's legs wide. Tinsel crawled under Dolly's head and put her elfin mouth on Mary's vagina. I felt a surge of anger. Why does an elf get to do that but not me? Then I berated myself. What did I care? I didn't really want to do that stuff to Mary anymore. I just wanted her to want me to.But then I started wondering… these tests had been going on all week… had Mary been having sex with her elves all that time? I'd sort of assumed she was as ashamed as I was about what happened. And whenever I did see her, she and her elves seemed to be all business. This was supposed to be research testing, but this had nothing to do with a sex toy! It's not like the women receiving these presents would have a bevy of little elfin beauties eat out their pussies. It was as plain as the elf in Mary's pussy… she was cheating on me!! Sure, I did it one time with Snowbell, but Mary had been doing it all week, who knows how many times?! I was furious! I imagined myself breaking through the window, throwing Dolly and the elves aside and ramming my huge cock inside Mary's inconstant pussy and fucking her, in spite of her protests, shouting, “Kris Kringle calls the shots around here!!!”But of course, I'd never do that kind of thing, and the anger began to dissipate. I noticed Snowbell was staring hungrily at my cock as I stroked it. She was still perched on the edge of my thigh with my left arm around her back, but now her legs were open and she was quietly playing with her perfect little pussy, sinking her long willowy fingers deep inside herself, while fingering her clit with the other hand. I itched to reach around her back and cup her little round breast in my hand. But I refused to betray Mary even though I was watching her betray me with Dolly and Tinsel right now.Mary was moaning with pleasure. I noticed now that Tinsel had a long tongue; probably six inches long. It was pale blue and agile, like a Giraffe's tongue, and whenever Tinsel went deep inside, Mary would grab Dolly's hair and shout in joy. I vaguely remembered seeing a long elf tongue centuries ago. It had grossed me out so much that I told the elves to keep their tongues in their mouths when they were in the factory, and they'd happily obliged. But now I could see Tinsel putting that long tongue to good use, probing Mary's vagina, feeling out places a cock or finger could never reach. Mary was writhing in ecstasy, and I was jerking myself off like there was no tomorrow. Tinsel was on her knees, and another elf, Greentree, reached over and lifted the back of Tinsel's robe and sunk her fingers into Tinsel's shimmering pussy. Fuck, that was hot! I felt my balls tingling. Then I noticed it was Snowbell's foot. She'd bent it back and was now tickling my balls with her long, agile toes as she masturbated herself!I wanted to tell her to stop… but I didn't. I looked down at her beautiful aqua body, which was flickering with pale magenta flashes in her glittery skin. She was fingering herself and her little baseball sized breasts were bouncing around under the flimsy teddy. I didn't know where to look… at Greentree touching Tinsel's pussy, or Tinsel going down on Mary's pussy, or Snowbell fingering her own. I felt a surge that told me I was going to come any second now… but I stopped rubbing my cock just in time to stop my orgasm.“Are you okay, Santa?” asked snowbell.“I'm okay… just trying not to… you know.”“Oh, good idea, Santa. You should never waste it unless you plan to anoint someone. You can anoint me, if you like.”She was looking up at me, four long fingers inside her vagina, smiling, hoping I would say yes. The bell between her legs was jingling like crazy as she finger-fucked herself. Our eyes were locked when she came, emitting a high pitched squeal of pleasure. It was like looking into eternity; she was so ancient, yet so pure and full of love. When she came, her toes squeezed my balls in a powerful reflex. It's a good thing I'm Santa, or it could have hurt me. But my balls aren't delicate little Christmas ornaments.Snowbell, humming in pleasure after her orgasm had passed, reached over casually and wrapped her hand around my naked cock and began to stroke me with her juice-covered fingers. It felt so good… but I needed to stop her! Whatever else may happen, I didn't want Mary to ever find out I had cheated on her.But then… I began to wonder again why Snowbell had disobeyed my orders not to touch me. With a sudden flash of realization, I remembered that she wasn't my elf. She was Mary's elf. Duh! No wonder she wasn't following my orders!I took her hand off my cock and calmly asked her, “Did you tell Mrs. Claus what you and I did the other day.”Snowbell, still in a post orgasmic state, answered woozily, “Oh yes, Santa. I tell the mistress everything.”I should have known… but Mary hadn't shown any sign of anger at all! Actually she'd been more pleasant to me lately than she'd been in years.Snowbell continued, “She told me to make you happy, Santa. I was happy to do it. I love Santa. His cum tastes like nutmeg!”So… it was Mary's idea for Snowbell to… what? Seduce me? Why? Then I knew why. It was so I wouldn't complain about what she was doing right now. If I could cheat, so could she!Mary's moans of pleasure developed into a powerful orgasm, even more insistent and amazing than any of the previous ones. Tinsel's long tongue was really going to town on Mary's pussy now. Dolly was reaching up, and the elves were pinching and twisting Mary's tits for Dolly.Strangely, I didn't feel mad. Because, it was obvious… Mary didn't love me either.To be continued..By cb summers for Literotica

How Mary Kringle replaced Kris with a set of dildos & her elf girlfriends.By cb summers. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.Things really started changing quickly after that. For one thing, Mary moved out of her apartment to be nearer the test room and the small sex toy manufacturing facility she was setting up. I hardly saw her anymore. I resisted the urge to go to the viewing room that week, for fear of dallying with Snowbell again or some other adorable elf.There was something in the air on the factory floor… a buzz of excitement. Wherever I went, I saw elves smiling up at me and whispering to each other. I figured they were talking about the new clothing Mary was designing. But I worried that they knew what Mary and I had done with Snowbell and the other elves… it was too horrible to contemplate! Whatever it was, I found their ancient eyes on me unnerving.I had at least one reason to suspect our dalliance had gotten out: my loyal secretary Blizzard, who'd been my assistant for 85 years, suddenly started flirting with me. At first I didn't realize what she was doing, but eventually I noticed that she'd left her frumpy striped blouse unbuttoned a bit too far. She bent over a few times, and I saw the top of her cleavage to the lacy top of her little elf bra. Then I noticed she wasn't wearing the red and green striped hose I made the female elves wear. She was showing me her bare powder blue legs for the first time ever, and I was shocked by how shapely they were. Blizzard, who was named for her snowy white skin, had always taken care of me. I'd always considered her a mother figure. But now…When I asked her to take a letter, she sat and crossed her luscious legs… slowly… so as to give me a glimpse of her little elf panties. Then, as I dictated, she looked at me intently over the top of her glasses, and every once in a while she'd slowly lick her lips. It was a seductive expression if I ever saw one. All at once I realized the implication of what was going on. She would do anything I wanted. Anything. No questions asked. Any of the elves would. It was pure, unadulterated temptation.I had no idea how I was going to resist. But I held out as long as I could.Every day I fought off the urge to go to the viewing room. But after the eighth day, Snowbell sent me a message saying that Mary was running the last test today. If I was interested in watching, this would be my last opportunity. That pushed me over the edge. Snowbell wanted me to come. Snowbell wanted me to cum! I couldn't resist, but I made up my mind not to do anything naughty. I wanted to be true to Mary, as I was sure she was trying to do too. So as I walked to the viewing room at the appointed time, I was determined to tell Snowbell to leave, and I would lock the door behind her. I wanted to masturbate alone, watching my naked wife play with sex toys, like a normal husband!When I entered the viewing room, my plan went up in smoke. Snowbell was waiting for me, wearing a thin, see-thru, pale blue teddy. I could see her dark blue nipples through the snowflake pattern. I forgot all about my plan.“Glad tidings, Santa! I'm so happy you're back.” She was glittering with happiness. “Here, have a seat. The test hasn't started yet.”I sat on the couch. Snowbell stood nearby, just looking at me, beaming with happiness. It was a good thing I'd worn baggy pants, because my cock was already growing just looking at her amazing little body.“How are you today, Snowbell?”“Wonderful, Santa, now that you're here. I was so worried you wouldn't come. I've missed you.”“Really?” I asked.“I had so much fun last time. I've told all the elves about it.”“Christmas crackers! You shouldn't have!” I snapped, even though I'd suspected as much.She put her delicate hands to her mouth, and her eyes filled with tears, “Oh… Santa… was I naughty?”Elves are ancient and wise, but quite emotional sometimes. I hated the look of despair on her face, so I put my hand on her little shoulder and said, “No, it's okay…I'm just… shy, I guess.”She smiled again, glad I wasn't angry. “Well, Santa, you have no reason to be shy. Elves aren't. We only wear clothes because you want us to. In our homes, we take everything off… well, not everything. Sometimes we like to wear things that make us look sexy.”“Really? I didn't know that.” I had to admit.“No, of course not Santa. You told us not to talk about those sorts of things thousands of years ago. You thought we were naughty.”“No, I'd never think elves are naughty.” I admitted.“Really? That's good to know.” She said, a mischievous gleam in her ancient elfin eyes.I crossed my legs to hide my growing erection and said, “I was actually afraid you'd think I was naughty after… you know.”“After you anointed me?” She giggled. “Don't be silly Santa! I've been anointed before. But that was the first time Santa anointed me! Everyone is so happy for me! Oh, you were so delicious! Yummy, yummy, yummy!”“I'm not the first?” I asked.“Of course not, silly! Elves anoint each other all the time!”“You… have sex too?”She laughed, “Of course, Santa! All kinds… all the time! We play every night after closing time in the little houses you made for us!” I'd always assumed those parties I heard were just… parties. But were they orgies? I've always considered elves pure goodness. If they had sex all the time… maybe having sex all the time was a good thing.She put her hands on my knee and leaned toward me, batting her elfin eyes, her breasts pushing up beautifully between her arms.“How do you like it?” she said, glancing down at her body.“You're beautiful, Snowbell.”She giggled, “Thank you Santa, but I didn't mean that. I meant what I'm wearing!” She spun in a little circle. “Mrs. Claus designed it.”“Is that… the new uniform?” I asked with a gulp.“No, not really. Mrs. Claus says there won't be uniforms anymore. She's designing a bunch of different things, shirts, robes, pants, and dresses. She says we get to wear whatever ones we want! I chose this one. It's my favorite. You can see my little nipples through it!” She giggled as if that was so funny. Elf humor, I guess. I heard a jingling and looked down to see single little bell hanging from a little strap around her waist. It was dangling right in front of her perfect vagina and ringing playfully as she laughed. She looked amazing but… was this the future? Would the factory be full of half-naked elves walking around looking like… this? I had to talk to Mary about this whole concept.Just then, Mary entered the test room. She was wearing red lingerie. Holy, Blitzen! I'd given it to her as a Christmas gift in 1872, but she'd never worn it before. Somehow seeing her in that skimpy red lace shift, beaded with pearls, made her look even more erotic to me than when she was totally naked. Maybe I just have this thing for red and white… but whatever it was, she looked utterly amazing. Then it got even better. She reached up and removed whatever it was that held her hair up in that abominable bun, and her long Christmas-red hair tumbled down her shoulders.I suddenly remembered why I fell in love with her.In the summer of 1702, I visited a remote Bavarian mountainside to collect the special syrup I'd been harvesting from the trees every year. I heard the beautiful echoing voice of someone singing a Christmas Carol. Lasst Uns Froh Und Munter Sein, to be precise (one of my favorites). I followed the sound and came across the most wonderful sight I'd ever seen. A pretty, redheaded Bavarian girl, standing with her back to me, a few feet out in the shallows of a clear mountain lake. She was wearing nothing but a loosely fitting red undergarment which the sun was shining through. I could see every detail of her silhouette: her long gorgeous legs, her curvaceous hips, and delicious buttocks. She'd already removed a big blowsy dress and had thrown it over a nearby stump. A moment after setting my eyes on her gorgeous figure, she reached up behind her head and undid her hair, with the intention of washing it. Her silken hair, which was the color of holly berries, cascaded down over her shoulders, like a red waterfall. I fell in love with her. Right there. Right then.I stepped on a twig and she turned with a start. Her eyes grew wide. She knew who I was the second she saw me. Everyone knows Saint Nicholas in Bavaria! She was so surprised and in awe of me, she didn't notice that the front of her undergarment was wide open, and I could see her beautiful breasts as plain as day, illuminated magically by sunlight reflecting off the surface of the lake. I gulped, my eyes riveted to her perfect tits. They were about the same size as her head and had large, fawn colored areolas decorated with tiny little nipples. As an added bonus, I could see the very top tuft of her beautiful red bush.Rip! My cock grew instantly hard, ripping upward through the leg of my pants, until it was pointed right at this lovely stranger. Her eyes opened even wider. That's not something you see every day. We just stared at each other for the longest time, not wanting this perfect moment to end.At just the right moment, I walked toward her, not bothering to cover my cock. She backed up a little almost slipping on a stone. She must have thought I was going to ravish her on the spot, but I wasn't that sort of man. I walked out into the shallow water, got down on one knee, and took her hands in mine.“Marry me,” I said.“Yes,” she replied.That's how we did it in the old days. None of this premarital sex stuff. You just saw a girl you fancied and you married her. Her parents were thrilled. Their last name was Christmas, which tells you that they were pretty big fans of yours truly. It just seemed like perfect symmetry that their daughter would grow up to marry Saint Nicholas.After the charming little wedding we boarded my sleigh. With the whole village cheering, we took off into the sky, heading north over the Bavarian Alps. Mary's long red hair was dancing about her head in the breeze. The little white flowers she'd braided in it were flying out, leaving a trail of petals falling earthward behind us. Her face was so happy, so young, so full of life. She excitedly asked me questions about the North Pole and insisted on calling me Saint Nicholas, even though I'd told her my real name was Kris Kringle. I didn't mind. It was charming. I felt a happy feeling that nothing in the world could buy.As we talked I grew more and more enchanted by her beautiful blushing face and flashing eyes. I had intended to bed her at the North Pole, but I couldn't wait any longer. The reindeer knew the way home, so I put down the reins and began to kiss Mary and touch her body, feeling the firmness of her large breasts for the first time. My cock was hard, but I'd strapped it down before the wedding, afraid it might misbehave during the ceremony. Mary ran her fingers along length of the hard log strapped to my thigh.“My… Saint Nicholas, how big you are!”“Would you like to see it… again?” I asked her, breathless with lust.“Yes, Saint Nicholas,” she said, shyly. She crouched in front of me, and pulled off my boots, carefully putting them aside. Then she unhooked my suspenders. Then she unbuttoned my pants, tense with anticipation, and pulled them down, followed by my red and green striped boxers. She stopped for a moment to stare at my enormous cock. The strap holding it down was digging into my thigh.“That looks painful!”“It is. Why don't you take it off for me?”She kneeled and breathlessly unhooked the leather strap, her fingers brushing against my naked flesh thrillingly. She had to pull hard to unhook the belt, and when she did my cock popped up and bonked her on the chin so hard that she said, “Ow!” and giggled.I chuckled along, but our laughter died out as she began to study my ruddy penis with intense interest. It was probably the first one she'd ever seen. She probably didn't know that it was unusually large, but she was impressed nonetheless. She began to touch it tenderly with her exquisite fingers. She ran her hands delicately around and around, then circling under my balls, and feeling the weight of them in her hands. I was utterly transfixed by the sensation! Then she bent over and kissed the head of my cock with her beautiful lips. I was so excited! No woman had ever seen it, much less kissed it! Then she opened her mouth as wide as she could and tried to swallow it. I'd heard lots of bawdy talk from lumberjacks and their trappers, so I knew all about blowjobs, but I'd never thought I'd be given one. She was a tall girl, very big boned, so she was able to get the head of my cock in her mouth, although it didn't go very far inside. She started stroking my shaft with her soft, large hands, lubricating everything with her saliva. As she did this, I took off my coat and shirt. I was in heaven.I felt a little surge of pre-cum shoot into her mouth. She looked at me in surprise. Then she suddenly stood up, her eyes wide with lust, and sat on the dashboard of the sleigh. She propped her feet on the seat on either side of me. I wasn't sure what she was doing, but I just watched her, transfixed by the beautiful sight of her hair was whipping about her head as she stared at me, her face tense with excitement.“Father told me to make sure you see.” She pulled up her dress, slowly, revealing her beautiful, long, naked legs. Much to my delight, I discovered she wasn't wearing any underwear. I was looking right at her glorious pussy. She reached between her legs, and pulled the pussy lips open to show me she that she was still a virgin. I leaned forward, ostensibly to inspect her hymen, as the preacher had insisted I do, but the instant I got close enough I had the overwhelming urge to kiss her there. I ran my hands up her thighs to grab her naked ass in my eager hands and buried my mouth between her wet lips. I tasted her sweetness and breathed in her musky scent, my nose buried in her holly berry bush. She groaned in pleasure, shocked I think, at the sensations I was giving her. A delicious liquid began to ooze from the little hole in her hymen. I lapped it up with my tongue then played with the thin membrane of her hymen, knowing that soon it would exist no more.I sucked and kissed her virgin pussy, wanting to extend our innocence as long as possible. But, desperate with passion, she pushed me back, and kept pushing until we both stumbled and tumbled over the seat into the back of the sleigh. I landed on my back on my magic sack, which, though empty, did protect me from getting splinters. In a twinkling, Mary was straddling me, looking down with an almost crazy expression on her face. Then she lowered herself onto my cock in one swift move and cried out in pain as I pierced her hymen. We were no longer virgins.“Mary, are you alright?”“Mother said it would hurt at first,” she whimpered. She forced herself farther down on me, grimacing in pain… she was so damned tight! Then, when about a third of my manhood was inside her the tip pressed against the back wall of her vagina, making her yelp in pain again. She stood up and my cock popped out of her. She looked at me, her face almost frightened from the pain it had caused her.“Saint Nick… I knew you were large… but… Oh, my!”“Mary! You're bleeding!”She looked down at the trickle of blood running down her thigh. “Mother said I would bleed. It's nothing.” But I sat up and tenderly kissed her pussy, and wiped away the blood with a corner of my magic sack.“I'm so sorry I hurt you, Mary.”“No, we need to do this. Just… give me a second.” She made me lie back again, as she screwed up her courage. Then she lowered herself again onto my shaft. I was about four inches thick, and it took all her effort not to scream as I penetrated her. She was so tight around me, it felt like I was ripping her open. But I saw determination in her face. She began to go up and down on me, faster and with greater ease. Then the pain on her face turned to pleasure. She smiled a large beautiful smile and began to groan.“Oh… Saint Nick!!! Sing for me!”I was always happy to take requests, even while making love to my beautiful bride. I began to sing a traditional Bavarian sleighing song. I sang with gusto. I'm always the loudest one when the caroling begins! Oh, what fun it was to sing a sleighing song that night! Mary was riding herself up and down on me with more and more power, in tempo with my singing, making the bells on the side of the sleigh jingle with each thrust. Then she started singing along, laughing from time to time at the gleeful absurdity of it all. She was fucking Saint Nicholas in his sleigh, the Bavarian Alps towering all around!I stopped singing when a surge of intense pleasure hit me in the guts. I felt something powerful building up inside me, from the tips of my toes and the top of my head. And all of that power was surging down to my balls, then started galloping up my shaft to the tip. I bellowed with joy as I came inside my lovely bride. I hadn't had an orgasm since before I was transmogrified. I'd been required to swear an oath to be celibate until I was wed. I guess I had a bit of a backlog of cum from centuries of disuse, because it went on and on, gush after gush for at least two full minutes, until it was pouring out of her around my cock, and across my balls, and pooling up around my ass. She moaned in pleasure, having an orgasm just from the sensation of three quarts of cum shooting inside her. It was an absolutely amazing moment, made doubly wonderful because of the love I felt for this beautiful woman.As I watched Mary let down her hair in the test room, I thought…I don't love her anymore.It was a shock to realize it. But I don't think I'd loved her in ages. Oh, she was still a beautiful, sexy woman, and I was enjoying the sight of her smoking hot bod, but… I wasn't all that interested in fucking her any more.Snowbell, on the other hand… I looked at her and I felt a tingling in my heart and in my cock. Love. If only I weren't a married man… I opened my arms and said, “Come here Snowbell.”She happily hopped sideways into my lap, right on top of my growing erection, which made her giggle. I hugged her playfully and cuddled her up to my face, her cheek to mine. I loved the way her body wiggled as she giggled. I was trying to desexualize her by treating her like a pet. But it didn't work. I wanted Snowbell to touch my cock again… but I resisted the urge and put her on my left knee, away from my erection.“Let's just watch, Snowbell. Okay?”“Yes, Santa, I would love to watch with you!”We looked into the test room. Mary was waiting expectantly on the fluffy bed, looking at a door on the blank white wall. The door opened and a blonde woman walked in. What the…? I had no idea who she could be. The nearest arctic station was about twenty miles away. Besides, this woman was built like a porn star. Then I realized I was seeing the life-sized sex doll! It was freakishly realistic. It was a high quality sculpture of an actual porn star, cast out of silicone, with real human hair woven on its head and pussy. It had an articulated skeleton, and realistic, fuckable openings in the mouth, pussy and anus. Freaky. A group of scantily dressed female elves were standing on each other's shoulders, manipulating the doll like a puppet, so it appeared to be walking. The doll was platinum blonde, dressed in a flimsy pink negligee, and white fishnet hose held up by a garter. It had bigger boobs than Mary. Obscenely large in fact. Its face was blank and its blue eyes empty of life. But when it moved… it came to life… it became a ‘she'. Elves are natural puppeteers.It was probably the weirdest thing I've ever seen, and it just got weirder.Mary looked at… I'll call her Dolly… appraisingly, as if deciding how best to use her. She reached out and squeezed Dolly's breasts with her hands. One of the elves giggled, and I realized she was voicing the part of Dolly. Mary smiled shyly, looking coquettishly at Dolly's eyes.“You have very pretty breasts,” said Mary, somewhat awkwardly.“So do you,” said Dolly, as she reached out to touch Mary's breasts. Mary arched her back lustfully, and pulled the front of her shift down, exposing her beautiful mammaries to Dolly's hands. Tinsel, a beautiful blue elf, stood between Mary and Dolly, and reached up past Dolly's inanimate hands to do the touching for her. Tinsel's long delicate blue fingers fondled Mary's perfect breasts, pinching her nipples.At the same time Mary squeezed and pinched Dolly's breasts and the elves groaned, “Oh, Mrs. Claus, that feels so good.”This went on for a while, the two of them… or the three of them, touching each other all over. I thought Dolly was creepy, but it was wonderful to see Tinsel's blue hands fondling Mary's breasts and ass. It was naughty… but utterly erotic.I felt Snowbell's hand starting to stroke my erection through the velvet.“Let's just watch, Snowbell.”“Okay,” she sing-songed, taking her hand away. But a minute later her hand was touching my erection again. That was odd. Usually you told an elf to do something and they did it. You never had to tell them twice. Never. But she was deliberately disobeying my orders. Still… it felt good… and it wasn't really like we were having sex… or so I told myself. So I let her continue.Mary kissed Dolly on the lips. Passionately! I felt a little surge of jealousy. Mary hadn't kissed me with that much passion in an elf's age. But she was kissing a hunk of petroleum byproducts like it were George Clooney!“If you want to masturbate, Santa, I won't mind,” said Snowbell, hugging me sweetly.“Well… Why not? Just… don't touch me there, please, Snowbell.”“Oh? You liked the way I touched you there before.”“I'm married. It's naughty for me to… to have sexual relations with anyone other than Mrs. Claus.”She laughed, “Oh, yes, I read about that silly custom on the human internet. I didn't know that rule applied to demigods!”Actually… I didn't know either. I had just sort of assumed it. I was born a human, so I'd always figured the same rules applied to me even after I was transmogrified. “Just, please Snowbell. I'm trying to be good.”“I understand, Santa. I won't touch.”I took out my cock, and Snowbell reached between her legs and offered me a dewdrop of her magical juices. I thought I probably shouldn't… but I took it, remembering how wonderfully tingly it felt. I broke the delicate drop open against my cock and spread Snowbell's pussy juice all over. Oh, elf magic… Um. I masturbated slowly, sensuously, as I watched my beautiful wife have sex with a rubber doll.Mary tried various things with Dolly… weird approximations of lovemaking. It was strange seeing her attempting to have sex with a woman. I knew some of the sample sex toys were strap-on dildos, so I wondered why she didn't just strap one of them onto Dolly. But I soon found out. Mary got on her knees, put her head between Dolly's legs and licked and sucked her silicone vagina, either enjoying it or pretending to, while the elves made Dolly appear to writhe and moan in pleasure. Dolly pulled at Mary's hair, and Mary responded by driving her tongue insistently into Dolly's plastic pussy. Mary reached between her own legs and began fingering herself with her ass aimed right at me. Oh, Mary… my heart ached for the past, when she'd wanted me to touch her there. It was an exciting sight to masturbate to, but angering as well, because I knew that Mary wouldn't let me touch her pussy with a ten-foot pole. She'd reduced me to this pathetic voyeurism.Then Mary lay on her back, and now Dolly crawled to the floor and pushed Mary's legs wide. Tinsel crawled under Dolly's head and put her elfin mouth on Mary's vagina. I felt a surge of anger. Why does an elf get to do that but not me? Then I berated myself. What did I care? I didn't really want to do that stuff to Mary anymore. I just wanted her to want me to.But then I started wondering… these tests had been going on all week… had Mary been having sex with her elves all that time? I'd sort of assumed she was as ashamed as I was about what happened. And whenever I did see her, she and her elves seemed to be all business. This was supposed to be research testing, but this had nothing to do with a sex toy! It's not like the women receiving these presents would have a bevy of little elfin beauties eat out their pussies. It was as plain as the elf in Mary's pussy… she was cheating on me!! Sure, I did it one time with Snowbell, but Mary had been doing it all week, who knows how many times?! I was furious! I imagined myself breaking through the window, throwing Dolly and the elves aside and ramming my huge cock inside Mary's inconstant pussy and fucking her, in spite of her protests, shouting, “Kris Kringle calls the shots around here!!!”But of course, I'd never do that kind of thing, and the anger began to dissipate. I noticed Snowbell was staring hungrily at my cock as I stroked it. She was still perched on the edge of my thigh with my left arm around her back, but now her legs were open and she was quietly playing with her perfect little pussy, sinking her long willowy fingers deep inside herself, while fingering her clit with the other hand. I itched to reach around her back and cup her little round breast in my hand. But I refused to betray Mary even though I was watching her betray me with Dolly and Tinsel right now.Mary was moaning with pleasure. I noticed now that Tinsel had a long tongue; probably six inches long. It was pale blue and agile, like a Giraffe's tongue, and whenever Tinsel went deep inside, Mary would grab Dolly's hair and shout in joy. I vaguely remembered seeing a long elf tongue centuries ago. It had grossed me out so much that I told the elves to keep their tongues in their mouths when they were in the factory, and they'd happily obliged. But now I could see Tinsel putting that long tongue to good use, probing Mary's vagina, feeling out places a cock or finger could never reach. Mary was writhing in ecstasy, and I was jerking myself off like there was no tomorrow. Tinsel was on her knees, and another elf, Greentree, reached over and lifted the back of Tinsel's robe and sunk her fingers into Tinsel's shimmering pussy. Fuck, that was hot! I felt my balls tingling. Then I noticed it was Snowbell's foot. She'd bent it back and was now tickling my balls with her long, agile toes as she masturbated herself!I wanted to tell her to stop… but I didn't. I looked down at her beautiful aqua body, which was flickering with pale magenta flashes in her glittery skin. She was fingering herself and her little baseball sized breasts were bouncing around under the flimsy teddy. I didn't know where to look… at Greentree touching Tinsel's pussy, or Tinsel going down on Mary's pussy, or Snowbell fingering her own. I felt a surge that told me I was going to come any second now… but I stopped rubbing my cock just in time to stop my orgasm.“Are you okay, Santa?” asked snowbell.“I'm okay… just trying not to… you know.”“Oh, good idea, Santa. You should never waste it unless you plan to anoint someone. You can anoint me, if you like.”She was looking up at me, four long fingers inside her vagina, smiling, hoping I would say yes. The bell between her legs was jingling like crazy as she finger-fucked herself. Our eyes were locked when she came, emitting a high pitched squeal of pleasure. It was like looking into eternity; she was so ancient, yet so pure and full of love. When she came, her toes squeezed my balls in a powerful reflex. It's a good thing I'm Santa, or it could have hurt me. But my balls aren't delicate little Christmas ornaments.Snowbell, humming in pleasure after her orgasm had passed, reached over casually and wrapped her hand around my naked cock and began to stroke me with her juice-covered fingers. It felt so good… but I needed to stop her! Whatever else may happen, I didn't want Mary to ever find out I had cheated on her.But then… I began to wonder again why Snowbell had disobeyed my orders not to touch me. With a sudden flash of realization, I remembered that she wasn't my elf. She was Mary's elf. Duh! No wonder she wasn't following my orders!I took her hand off my cock and calmly asked her, “Did you tell Mrs. Claus what you and I did the other day.”Snowbell, still in a post orgasmic state, answered woozily, “Oh yes, Santa. I tell the mistress everything.”I should have known… but Mary hadn't shown any sign of anger at all! Actually she'd been more pleasant to me lately than she'd been in years.Snowbell continued, “She told me to make you happy, Santa. I was happy to do it. I love Santa. His cum tastes like nutmeg!”So… it was Mary's idea for Snowbell to… what? Seduce me? Why? Then I knew why. It was so I wouldn't complain about what she was doing right now. If I could cheat, so could she!Mary's moans of pleasure developed into a powerful orgasm, even more insistent and amazing than any of the previous ones. Tinsel's long tongue was really going to town on Mary's pussy now. Dolly was reaching up, and the elves were pinching and twisting Mary's tits for Dolly.Strangely, I didn't feel mad. Because, it was obvious… Mary didn't love me either.To be continued..By cb summers for Literotica

Join us every week!We talk passionately about the ever changing real estate market!We chat how school zones drive the pricing of a home & real estate fails.www.jointhebrokerage.comMusic by:9-5 Dolly PartonPlease Come Home for Christmas - Elle KingOh Santa! - Mariah Carey, Ariana Grande, Jennifer HudsonIts the Most Wonderful Time of the Year - Andy WilliamsA Holly Jolly Christmas - Burl IvesRudolph the Red Nose Reindeer - John Denver Under the Mistletoe - Kelly Clarkson, Brett Eldredge, Atlantic HolidayDream Weaver - Gary Wright Find more episodes on:www.pattysplayhouse.comIf you want to search for a home in Tallahassee, www.PattyandScott.comPatty's Playhouse we talk about real estate and life in the small southern town.The conversations are consumer driven inviting entrepreneurs, real estate professionals and interesting people who make up our world of real estate. We talk real estate with some interesting and fun facts... Its like house porn! We talk lifestyle, staging tips, home buying selling and investing... all with a happy ending...House Talk with a Happy Ending... Each & Every Time! Get bonus content on Patreon See acast.com/privacy for privacy and opt-out information.

All uploads on this channel are for promotional purposes only! The music has been converted before uploading to prevent ripping and to protect the artist(s) and label(s). If you don't want your content here (that goes for audio or images) please contact me immediately via email: unpluggedtube@outlook.it and I WILL REMOVE THE EPISODE OR ARTWORK IMMEDIATELY! ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Celebrate the ten years of the release of Mariah Carey's second Christmas album, Merry Christmas II You! It was released by Island Records on November 2, 2010. Recording began in April 2010 and continued while Carey became pregnant. The show included performances of "Oh Santa!" and "O Come All Ye Faithful" accompanied by her mother Patricia, and "All I Want for Christmas Is You". It was filmed at the Orpheum Theatre in Los Angeles on November 6, and executively produced by Carey and Joel Gallen. Accompanied by a gospel choir, Carey performed "One Child" and "O Come All Ye Faithful" at the Christmas in Washington event at the National Building Museum in Washington, D.C.. The performance aired on December 17, 2010, on TNT. Merry Christmas. Reshared by Team UNPLUGGED.

Merry Xmax everyone! Rob and I are super happy to do this final episode for 2021 and we hope all of you are doing well and looking forward as we do for this next year! It’s been a blast doing the podcast for the last 10 months and we thought it would be a cool idea to do a special episode before the holidays. So here is the Christmas special episode and it includes the extended version for everyone! We talk a lot about random stuff so here are a few links to help you out. Have fun, enjoy your holidays and see you next year! Oh Santa, please bring me a Colnago this year ou can learn more here: https://www.slowspinsociety.com/podcast/slow-spin-society-podcast-ep46 Support us on Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/slowspinsocietypodcast Follow us on Instagram : @slowpinsociety Email us at slowspinpodcast@gmail.com Join our Discord Server here: https://discord.gg/HnDdtRRQ9w Cover Illustration by @juliettejoe_ Intro/outro music: Lovely Swindler – Amarià © 2021 Slow Spin Society

We all knew it was only a matter of time until Emily and Ky talked about Veggie-Tales again, and here it is, just in time for the holidays: the Larry's first Christmas-themed Silly Song, "Oh, Santa!" Maybe it's the only one; they didn't check. Tune in to hear Emily and Ky tackle the big questions: What all counts as a vegetable in the veggie-tales universe? Do the veggies commit cannibalism? And what are the political ramifications of Larry receiving a visit from a member of the Internal Revenue Service?? You've got one week to leave us that voice memo in time to be featured in our Christmas Eve episode! Do it! --- This episode is sponsored by · Anchor: The easiest way to make a podcast. https://anchor.fm/app --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/wineweedweird/message

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With the big day looming, we discuss the latest festive projects and the splendour of a certain Christmas favourite... --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/theobsessedpodcast/message

No. 1 - The Godfather. No. 2 - Bonnie & Clyde. Nos. 3-4: Thelma & Louise and Les Miserables. All "remarkably entertaining and powerful." What is the plot of the movie Les Miserables? After 19 years as a prisoner, Jean Valjean (Hugh Jackman) is freed by Javert (Russell Crowe), the officer in charge of the prison workforce. Valjean promptly breaks parole but later uses money from stolen silver to reinvent himself as a mayor and factory owner. Javert vows to bring Valjean back to prison. Eight years later, Valjean becomes the guardian of a child named Cosette after her mother's (Anne Hathaway) death, but Javert's relentless pursuit means that peace will be a long time coming. Master of the House lyrics: Food beyond compare. Food beyond belief Mix it in a mincer and pretend it's beef Kidney of a horse, liver of a cat Filling up the sausages with this and that Residents are more than welcome Bridal suite is occupied Reasonable charges Plus some little extras on the side! (Oh Santa!) Charge 'em for the lice, extra for the mice Two percent for looking in the mirror twice (Hand it over!) Here a little slice, there a little cut Three percent for sleeping with the window shut When it comes to fixing prices There are a lot of tricks I knows Master of the house! Master and a half! Comforter, philosopher Don't make me laugh! Servant to the poor, butler to the great Hypocrite and toady and inebriate! Everybody bless the landlord! Everybody bless his spouse! Everybody raise a glass Raise it up the master's arse Everybody raise a glass to the Master of the House! Source: LyricFind Have a great weekend. Thanks for listening.

Ahhh, the holidays! For radio DJs, it's a chance to get a little extra creative. For this radio DJ, that meant writing a Christmas blues song some 30 years ago - if you dare, you'll hear it in this episode. You'll hear 'holiday wishes' promos from my colleagues of yore, and one of the more 'dark' bits I did every year around this time, 'The Fate of Santa'. #don't judgeWishing you the merriest of Christmases and happiest of New Years!

I'll be honest with you, I'm not really into Christmas but it has been a generally terrible year and a few friends have asked me to do a Christmas themed mix so, here it is. I figured that after the year we have all had to suffer through, a little Christmas cheer can go a long way. This set is very house/pop based with tracks from Mariah Carey, Christina Aguilera, Wham, Dirty Disco and Pentatonix to name a few. Remixes come from Dirty Disco, Cutmore, 7th Heaven, Thunderpuss and Adam Turner plus more. I hope all my followers have a safe and Happy Christmas and New Year and a big thank you to all the staff at Podomatic - you guys rock. Enjoy Anthony 1/ "IT'S BEGINNING TO LOOK A LOT LIKE CHRISTMAS" (Cutmore Remix) - PENTATONIX 2/ "EVERY DAY'S LIKE CHRISTMAS" (Luin's Lightening Bolt Remix) - KYLIE MINOGUE 3/ "GHOSTS OF CHRISTMAS PAST" (Adam Turner Remix) - KIRSTY BERTARELLI 4/ "MY HEART IS HEADING HOME THIS CHRISTMAS" (7th Heaven's Xmas Overload Club Mix) - CLAIRE RICHARDS 5/ "CHRISTMAS (BABY PLEASE COME HOME) (Julian Marsh Club Mix) - DARLENE LOVE 6/ "LET IT SNOW" (Dirty Disco Holiday Remix) - DIRTY DISCO ft. DEBBY HOLIDAY 7/ "LAST CHRISTMAS" (Dario Xavier 2K20 Club Remix) - WHAM 8/ "OH SANTA" (Dario Xavier Remix) - MARIAH CAREY ft. ARIANA GRANDE & JENNIFER HUDSON 9/ "SANTA BABY" (Dirty Disco Private Remix) - DIRTY DISCO ft. JEANNIE TRACY 10/ "ALL I WANT FOR CHRISTMAS" (Cajjmere Wray Remix) - MARIAH CAREY 11/ "THE CHRISTMAS SONG" (CHESTNUTS ROASTING ON A FIRE) (Thunderpuss Holiday Remix) - CHRISTINA AGUILERA 12/ "A SIMPLE CHRISTMAS" (JRMX Sleighbell Club Mix) - JOHN GALEA 13/ "DO THEY KNOW IT'S CHRISTMAS" (CLX Remix) - BAND AID

This has been a crazy year. Stay Safe and see y'all 2021!!!

Ope pulled up to Sip the Tea with Hannah OJ again this week!A brief episode it may be, but the two discussed Mariah Carey's recent collaboration with Ariana Grande & Jennifer Hudson in Oh Santa!, a bit of nostalgia with their experiences rewatching Girlfriends & Sister Sister, and are the FBI out to get these rappers or are they just not making much money in this panorama?HOST: Hannah OJ Instagram: @hannah_ojxTwitter: @hannahojx Ope:Instagram & Twitter: @opsxods@thefloormag@theplaybackpod

Mel & Ice Cream Bandit visit the doctor together and have several Oh Santa moments!

  It's back to #YoAunTeas and they are encouraging everyone in Georgia to vote for #JonOssoff and #RaphaelWarnock. Early voting begins December 14th. Swinging Richards is on the minds of Dawon and Kerel. Will the crew get the vaccine when it's ready? Quarantine life has Yo AunTeas online shopping more than normal. Jerrell gets ready for his holiday road trip. Mariah Carey releases her Christmas Special and Oh Santa with Jennifer Hudson and Ariana Grande, find out if the ladies liked it or not. The #AYA #AskYoAunTeas question asks how to tell his partner that he likes wearing other people's clothing. Ashanti #Verzuz Keyshia Cole has #BlackTwitter lit! Can/Should White People attend an #HBCU? Was #BarackObama correct in saying that the #DefundThePolice is a bad slogan? The AunTeas share their favorite music of the year. That's What's Brewing Today, So, Get Your Cups Ready For Minoritea Report! Follow Us- Youtube: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCo_xKK1VRhPrVMQxm1SzTCg Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/minoriteareport/ Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/MinoriTeaReport/ Twitter: https://twitter.com/MTeaReport Email Us- AYA@minoriTeaReport.com Time Stamps: 0:00- Mother Storm & Marvel 5:55- Vote Jon Ossoff & Raphael Warnock 8:30- Swinging Richards 14:55- Vaccine 27:00- WFH & Online Shopping 39:38- Palm Springs & Jerrell's Road Trip 43:47- Mariah's Christmas Special 56:50- AYA 1:17:05- Ashanti Verzuz Keyshia Cole 1:22:00- White People At HBCUs 1:34:25- Obama & Defunding Police 1:48:00- End of Year Music List  

In this episode I talk about the oh Santa remix with Ariana and Jennifer and some words of encouragement. --- Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/chris-hernandez0/support

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On this week’s #YoungBeautifulSuccessful, Gabbie is joined by friend of the pod, Dan to discuss Mariah Carey’s recent AppleTV+ Christmas Special, Mariah’s Magical Christmas which marked Mariah and Ariana Grande’s first-ever collaboration with, “Oh Santa!” Dan also gives his holiday pop music recommendations. FOLLOW DAN: https://www.instagram.com/danmckenna.jpg/ https://twitter.com/gay_trickery PLAYLIST OF DAN’S HOLIDAY RECS: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/6VmtnjDu2T9G2SgMpvbcfh?si=YRTNuVr4QOydcAzQEZ7goA New Pod Artwork by Niajja https://www.instagram.com/art.by.niajja/ If you aren’t already following Young Beautiful Successful… TikTok: https://www.tiktok.com/@arianapodcast Twitter: https://twitter.com/arianapodcast Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/arianapodcast/ Spotify Playlists: https://open.spotify.com/user/ucfm6zqn3fchhd9bdupscgjpv?si=5TevBeL4SpG8dDs-0kGuLA Email me: youngbeautifulsuccessfulpod@gmail.com About Gabbie: https://www.gabrielleiorio.com/podcast --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/youngbeautifulsuccessful/message

Kitsch und Krise: Seit 25 Jahren gehört „All I Want For Christmas Is You“ von Mariah Carey zu den festen Kommerz-Ritualen der Weihnachtszeit. Sogar die Corona-Pandemie kann Carey nichts anhaben – denn weil die große Weihnachts-Tour abgesagt werden musste, hat die Sängerin eine aufwändige Christmas-Show für Apple-TV produziert. Seit dem Wochenende ist daraus vor allem der Song „Oh Santa“ ein Weihnachtshit – ein viraler „Corona-Exorzismus“, findet SWR2 Kritiker Janis El-Bira.

In today’s episode we pen the next hit gay heist film Oceans 69, react to the viral country song Dicked Down in Dallas, question our cousins’ taste with their Spotify Wrap Ups, remix “Oh Santa” featuring Dan Levy and Kristen Stewart’s collarbones & so much more! Don't forget to subscribe, rate, and listen every Tuesday for a new episode! And be sure to follow us on Instagram & Twitter: instagram.com/YourGayCousins twitter.com/YourGayCousins yourgaycousins.com/shop

The Billboard Pop Shop Podcast wishes you a Merry Christmas -- and a happy new playlist! On our latest episode, we take a listen to five 2020 holiday hits, from Mariah Carey's new "girl group" with Ariana Grande and Jennifer Hudson on "Oh Santa!" to Jonas Brothers' melancholic mistletoe ballad "I Need You Christmas."

Happy holidays! Listen to hear about the holidays being right around the corner, if we are cat people and Ashley's infamous drooling story...oh Santa!

In this episode, we discuss new music releases from the past few weeks including the American Music Awards, Oh Santa by Mariah Carey, Ariana Grande & Jennifer Hudson, new music from Billie Eilish, Shawn Mendes' new album Wonder and Megan Thee Stallion's debut album Good News & more. We also have our honourable mentions and timehop bop!

Deep dive on “Oh Santa” with Mariah, Ari and JHud. Michael Kelcourse is this weeks BOH and Tamara Mowrey is a lost cause. The Bachelorette recap, Miley Cyrus join JamStan once again, Bravo News, RHOC, RHSLC, Southern Charm, Selena Gomez stans are tragic, Harry Styles doesn’t need Noah Cyrus and The Kardashians are FaceTiming. --- This episode is sponsored by · Anchor: The easiest way to make a podcast. https://anchor.fm/app

Support Legends Only on Patreon! patreon.com/legendsonlyThank you to our sponsor, BetterHelp!Sign-up at betterhelp.com/legendsonly for 10% OFF your first month!Fill out their questionnaire and get matched with an online counselor you'll love.T. Kyle and Bradley give a big shout out to Legends Only listeners who sent in their screenshots of their Spotify #Wrapped2020 playlists, and get Gay & Unhinged with the trailer for ‘Wendy Williams: The Movie,’ discuss Rita Ora’s Act a Fool, Girl coronavirus moment, Ava Max singlehandedly dismantling far-right facism in The Netherlands, Britney’s birthday and well wishes from fellow legends, her team re-releasing ‘Glory’ on vinyl with “Swimming With the Stars” with Matthew Koma and “Matches” with Backstreet Boys and the fans’ moral dilemma about streaming, High Fashion Editorial! With David LaChapelleney and Miley Cyrus for ‘Rolling Stone,’ new music from Aly & AJ, BoA and Queen INNA, the Rockefeller Center tree lighting, Miley and Lil Nas X for Amazon’s holiday special, Miley’s “Doll Parts” cover for Howard Stern, Mariah Carey’s Apple TV+ special, including “Oh Santa!” With Ariana Grande and Jennifer Hudson, Gwen Stefani’s forthcoming comeback, and upcoming virtual live shows from Bebe Rexha and BLACKPINK. Stay safe and wear a mask!Follow T. Kyle on Twitter: @tkylemacFollow T. Kyle on Instagram: @t.kyleFollow Bradley on Twitter: @muumuseFollow Bradley on Instagram: @muumuseFollow Legends Only Podcast on Twitter: @legendsonly_podFollow Legends Only Podcast on Instagram: @legendsonly_pod See acast.com/privacy for privacy and opt-out information.

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Mariah Carey, Ariana Grande, and Jennifer Hudson- Oh Santa (Music Reaction) Ty and Katie share their thoughts on the new remix, Oh Santa! #MariahCarey #ArianaGrande #JenniferHudson This episode is sponsored by WUER.

This week your two favorite Matts discuss Michael B. Jordan being named People's Sexiest Man Alive, Mariah collaborating with Ariana Grande and Jennifer Hudson on "Oh Santa", that awkward Lukas Gage audition video, and more! Visit http://www.youtube.com/twogaymatts for more 2GM, and support Two Gay Matts on Patreon at http://www.patreon.com/twogaymatts where you can get bonus videos every week for as little as $1 per episode! Follow Matt Palmer and Matt Steele on social media @mattpalmermusic and @itsmattsteele, and follow the show @twogaymatts.

This week your two favorite Matts discuss Michael B. Jordan being named People's Sexiest Man Alive, Mariah collaborating with Ariana Grande and Jennifer Hudson on "Oh Santa", that awkward Lukas Gage audition video, and more! Visit http://www.youtube.com/twogaymatts for more 2GM, and support Two Gay Matts on Patreon at http://www.patreon.com/twogaymatts where you can get bonus videos every week for as little as $1 per episode! Follow Matt Palmer and Matt Steele on social media @mattpalmermusic and @itsmattsteele, and follow the show @twogaymatts.

This episode starts strong with a math class of sorts and the world premiere of Oh Santa!, but quickly devolves into discussion of the urbanization of human life and creative ethics. We also announce our new book and accompanying podcast, The Practices of Collaboration. Shout out to the 90s kids who will remember physical music. Mariah Carey's Christmas special will include Ariana Grande and Jennifer Hudson: https://www.cnn.com/2020/11/18/entertainment/mariah-carey-ariana-grande-jennifer-hudson-christmas-special/index.html Mariah Carey Becomes First Artist at No. 1 on Billboard Hot 100 in Four Decades, Thanks to 'All I Want for Christmas': https://www.billboard.com/articles/business/chart-beat/8547157/mariah-carey-number-one-hot-100-four-decades-all-i-want-for-christmas-is-you Jenny Slate quits 'Big Mouth' role, says Black characters 'should be played by Black people': https://www.cnn.com/2020/06/25/entertainment/jenny-slate-big-mouth-exit-intl-scli/index.html Fact Chequé: According to the UN Department of Economic and Social Affairs, the percentage of the US population living in urban centers hit 70% in 1960, and will reach 89% in 2050. 68% of the world's population is projected to live in urban centers by 2050 as well. Send us stuff at welovethatpodcast@gmail.com~

"IT'S TIME!" We are talking all things Queen of Christmas, Mariah Carey! Turn back time with us for an Extra Festive version of GPC and learn the history of "All I Want For Christmas is You," the making of and 25th anniversary celebration of her album 'Merry Christmas,' Justice for "Oh Santa!," Mimi hits the holiday movie scene, Mariah eats a potato chip, and much more. Are you ready to get EXTRA FESTIVE? IG: @getpopculturedpodcast T: @get_popcultured

Every year, Santa leaves his base of operation to bring Christmas cheer to billions of people around the world. However, the holiday season can also lead to Santa going a little crazy. Here are some stories that will make you think twice about messing with Santa Claus. Find more information about this episode please visit:  www.beyondbizarretruecrime.com   To follow the show:  www.facebook.com/beyondbizarretruecrime/  twitter.com/BeyondBizarreTC  Instagram: @beyondbizarretc   Contact us:  beyondbizarretruecrime@gmail.com  Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Do you know the origin of Christmas? Do you know the religious stories behind the festival? In this episode, Bill, Peter and Vicky are going to help you understand the historical and religious context of this festival with fine arts!!! And the influence of Christian art on western aesthetics is definately mind-boggling and far-reaching!!! This is not a spoiler but many artworks will be covered today. 达芬奇《天使报喜》和《最后的晚餐》 拉斐尔《西斯廷圣母》 伦勃朗《被解下十字架的基督》 米开朗琪罗 雕塑《哀悼基督》 Likes and Comments are welcomed!!! Music: "Jingle Bells", "Amazing Grace" & "Oh Santa!"

Idolator founding editor MAURA JOHNSTON joins us for MARIAH CAREY'S feature directorial debut in 2015's A CHRISTMAS MELODY and: Andy Daly in the Hallmark universe ... Camptown Races ... THEME ... Maura's Christmas bona fides ... Mariah Carey and Long Island Christmas ... "All I Want for Christmas Is You" ... Idolator shout-out ... BREAK ... The Expositional Challenge ... Are homeless Santa and janitor Santa the same Santa? ... "Oh Santa!" in the movie ... Mariah Carey's extreme filters ... Manicure closeup ... Mariah's Seagal-esque immobility ... Palanquin-heavy live show ... Mariah's accidental auteur directorial style ... Christmasy live show ... First bad review in high school ... BREAK ... Spot the Angel: Over in 44 seconds ... Eat Your Heart Out: Give peas a chance; dead-cat-bouncing gluten-free jokes; Saved by the Bell; Luke Danes reprise again ... Brennan Elliott dragging huge chemistry out of Lacey Chabert ... Mariah Carey 70's auteur ... Hallmark Expanded Universe: Chabert's intense high school football rivalry with Summer in the City, Ohio vs. Stars Hollow again ... Actually shot in Ohio ... Mariah's Inland Empire ... BREAK ... Overdetermined: Hoist by the Mean Girl petard; mom makes your clothes; schizophrenic consumerism; twinkling engagement ring from dentist husband; "I'm in charge, remember?"; watching for comeuppance; Long Island bustin' out with sport-parenting; track suits; name sewed on your jeans; Skyline chili; relentless harping music cues; the Santa-song wish reasoning ... Crossover: Carol Kane Glitter-punching on slappers only; "It's the Jets game!" vs. Everlasting with Brennan Elliott; Unreal shout-out ... "Man in Car" in "Life Is a Highway" ... BREAK ... The Swagony of Defeat: Folger's presents: Tubbb! ... Stunod! It is Stacker 2 ... Hallmark Bechdel Test: Probably??? ... The Leftovers: G-rated dance face smack ... Valid Christmas tree market ... Sudden stalker male lead ... Chabert and separate filming micro-climates ... BREAK ... Great Moments in Moppetry Rating: 5, but variable ... Squickily vampy preteen daughter performance ... Dubbed "Oh Santa!" and useless accompanist piano ... Oh, Georgia, you're so popular ... Chabert: Precocious 10-year-old at 30 ... The AAH Group ... Sudden potential body-switching comedy ... They never add the extra plot ... Rating: 3 ... Hello to Kathy Najimy! ... Ego death with Mariah ... Mariah video comps ... Spinal Tap limo driver ... Merry Christmas! ... • MUSIC: "Fuck You If You Don't Like Christmas," from Crudbump, by Drew Fairweather • "If U Want It," from Cyber-Vision, by Drew Fairweather • "My City Was Gone" by The Pretenders • "Bloodbuzz, Ohio" by The National • "Life Is A Highway" by Tom Cochrane • "Georgia" from Music For Sleeping Children • All other music by Chris Collingwood of Look Park and Fountains of Wayne, except: "Orchestral Sports Theme" by Chris Collingwood and Rick Murnane • Check out stills from the movie here! 

It's Christmas in July! In this episode we're revisiting the lead single off Mariah's second Christmas album, Oh Santa!.  Available on iTunes, iHeartRadio, Google Play, and Stitcher. Check out our merch store at www.mariahreportstore.com Support the show and access bonus material for as little as $1 at www.patreon.com/themariahreport Leave us an iTunes review, they help the show grow. https://itunes.apple.com/us/podcast/the-mariah-report-a-mariah-carey-fan-podcast/id1031735322?mt=2  Follow us on Facebook, Twitter, Tumblr, or Instagram @themariahreport #themariahreport mariahreport@gmail.com Graphic Designer: Sean Marks www.seanmarks.com.au Theme song 'Gimmie Your Love' produced by Ereezybeatz Music www.ereezybeatz.com Disclaimer: This is a fan podcast and is not affiliated with Mariah Carey or her record label. We don't know her.  --- This episode is sponsored by · Anchor: The easiest way to make a podcast. https://anchor.fm/app

We discuss quickly our movie of the week Santa Buddies. We also talk about Disney buying Fox and FCC repealing Net Neutrality.

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Been very busy lately, but had a moment to create something to help brigten your holiday. Enjoy! Song listing: Madison Park - Winter Wonderland Lenny B, David Verbist - Feliz Navidad Flagman Djs - Christmas Christmas DJ Spen, The Muthafunkaz - Our First Christmas Paul T, Clinton Carnegie - Jingle Bells Eric Kupper - Silent Night Santa Claus - Merry Christmas Bobby D'Ambrosio feat. Jamelle Jones - O Christmas Tree DjPope, Charles Dockins, Adrian Blu - This Christmas (A Soulful Holiday) Norma Lewis - I Believe in Father Christmas DJ Spen, The MuthaFunkaz - Rock The Bellz Mariah Carey - All I Want for Christmas is You Kristine W - Oh Holy Night Roller Disco Orchestra - Jingle Bell Rock Kristine W - Hard Candy Christmas Darlene Love - Christmas (Baby Please Come Home) Joe McElderry - Last Christmas Mariah Carey - Oh Santa! Bananarama - Baby It's Christmas Christina Aguilera - The Christmas Song Mariah Carey - Joy To The World Various Artists - Hallelujah! Happy Listening,

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