He's coming now

You step before the open end of Santa's chalet, only to see a sign,"Feeding his reindeer. Be back at: ". And then there was a fake clock with the hands set for him to be back in...you check your watch...ten minutes. He must be nearby. You want to meet him before he starts his sitting.

You work your way around the chalet, the subject of many admiring glances in your barely there Santa's helper outfit. You find a back door with a 'private' nameplate on it. Surely it didn't apply to you. You climb the short set of stairs to the door and let yourself inside.

There is a large man sitting in a folding seat in the far corner of the room. He sits in boxers and strap-sleeved undershirt. This Santa is actually quite handsome. His full (and real) beard is actually more of a sandy color than white, as well as his thick head of lengthy hair. While his torso is large and wide, he is built solidly, his bare arms beefy with years of manual labor.

The thing that makes you almost giggle aloud is the two dears he is feeding. His dong hangs like a sausage from his boxers' fly as two pretty blondes in brown flocked leotards and antler tiaras take turns lapping his meat. They are soon rewarded by jets of heavy cream hitting their tonsils, Santa careful not to stain their outfits.

You continue to watch from the shadows, like a child on Christmas Eve, as the eighteen-year-olds help pull up the red flannel trousers, attaching his suspenders. Then, they dutifully hold the large plush jacket as he wriggles into the red, fur-trimmed material. He somehow looks so distinguished, as if he were really Santa. The last touch is a black, sleighbell-filled harness of two straps over his shoulders and a wider one around his waist.

"Excuse me!" you finally pipe up. All three look to you in surprise, the two young ladies with a little disdain. "I'm here to be your special helper today, Santa," you say, stepping from the shadows, moving closer.

You feel the piercing eyes of the man study your every curve. The corset that matches his outfit, overflowing with feminine pulchritude. The skirt as well, too short to hide your sexy thighs, now encased in candycane-striped stockings, as well as vinyl thigh high boots.

"Well, Santa has two very special helpers, Holly.." he gestures to the girl on his left, "and Ivy," gesturing to his right. He smiles jovially, dropping a protective hand onto the shoulders of the girls to each side of him. Each barely legal teen smiles demurely, with Nordic grace. They could be sisters, even twins. Or maybe it was just the matching outfits. The flocked material, though thick, closely adheres to the curves of their lithe frames. The front of the leotard was a cream color that deepens into a soft brown as it reaches their flanks and around behind. Though the leotard had long sleeves, their exquisite legs were completely bare, save for little black clogs on their feet. Each also had a little sleighbell collar, as well as the felt antlers set into their pinned back hair.

"But, Santa will take all the help he can get with his children," he continues, stepping forward, placing his hands on your shoulders. "Welcome to the family!" He kisses you chastely. You notice his twinkling eyes are of different shades. One blue, one grey. "Now, I must get out to the kids!" he says, pressing forward, to a different door.

The two blondes relent. They each smile and give you a peck, one to a cheek.You notice that Holly has a grey left eye and a blue right eye, Ivy just the opposite. As they turn to follow Santa's path, you call to them. "Before you go, ladies, I have a present for each of you!"

They turn back. Out of your magic bag you pull two egg-shaped vibrators. The teens stand silently as you insert one in each tight twat.

"That oughta put some spring in your tails!" you laugh as you watch them jiggle their asses out the door, their fluffy pointed deer tails wagging in time.