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Title: A Very Peculiar Christmas Special: When Santa’s Little Helper Turns Naughty

‘Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house, not a creature was stirring, except for Santa’s secret mistress, Candy Cane. She was the most naughty elf of all, always getting into trouble and causing a ruckus in the workshop.

Candy Cane was known far and wide for her ample bosom, which was straining against the red velvet fabric of her Santa’s helper outfit. Her blonde hair was done up in pigtails, and her cheeks were flushed with excitement. She had been eyeing up Santa’s nal package all night, and she just couldn’t resist any longer.

She slinked her way into Santa’s private chambers, tiptoeing past the slumbering das. When she reached Santa’s bed, she gasped in delight. There he was, his rotund belly rising and falling with each breath, a contented smile on his face. Candy Cane couldn’t help but giggle. He looked so peaceful, so vulnerable. And soon, he would be all hers.

Candy Cane kicked off her fuzzy red boots and slowly peeled off her outfit, piece by piece. She tossed it aside carelessly, revealing her glistening skin and pert nipples. She climbed onto the bed, straddling Santa’s waist. He stirred slightly, but did not wake.

Candy Cane ran her hands over his chest, tracing the outline of his abs. She could feel his heartbeat quickening beneath her touch. She leaned in close, her breath hot against his ear.

“Wakey wakey, Mr. Claus,” she whispered, her voice like silk. “It’s time for your special delivery.”

Santa’s eyes fluttered open, and he gasped in surprise. “Candy Cane! What are you doing here?”

“I thought I’d give you an early Christmas present, Santa,” she purred, grinding her hips against his. She could feel his arousal growing, pressing against her core.

Santa’s eyes widened as he took in the sight of her naked body. “Candy Cane, this is highly inappropriate!”

“Oh, hush,” she said, pressing a finger to his lips. “I know you’ve been wanting this for a long time. I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think no one’s watching.”

Santa blushed, but he couldn’t deny her words. He had been lusting after Candy Cane for months, but he had never acted on it. Until now.

Candy Cane reached down and unbuckled Santa’s belt, letting his pants fall to the floor. His cock sprung free, thick and hard and ready. She licked her lips hungrily.

“Merry Christmas to me,” she whispered, wrapping her fingers around his shaft.

She began to stroke him slowly, working her fingers up and down his length. Santa groaned, his hips bucking upwards. Candy Cane grinned, loving the effect she was having on him.

She lowered her head, her mouth mere inches from his throbbing cock. She stuck out her tongue and gave him a slow, sensual lick, swirling her tongue around the tip. Santa gasped, his fingers tangling in her hair.

Candy Cane took him into her mouth, wrapping her lips around his shaft. She began to suck, bobbing her head up and down. Santa’s hands gripped the sheets, his knuckles turning white. He had never felt anything like this before.

As Candy Cane serviced his cock, she let out a low moan, the vibrations sending shivers down Santa’s spine. His balls began to tighten, and he knew he was getting close. But he didn’t want this to end. Not yet.

“Wait,” he panted, pulling her off of him. “I want to try something else.”

Candy Cane looked up at him with surprise. “Oh? And what might that be, Santa?”

“I want to fuck you,” he said, his voice hoarse with desire. “I want to feel your tight little pussy wrapped around my cock.”

Candy Cane grinned wickedly. “Well, Santa, your wish is my command.”

She turned around on the bed, getting on her hands and knees. She wiggled her ass invitingly, presenting herself to him. Santa growled, running his hands over her smooth skin. He positioned himself behind her, his cock pressing against her entrance.

With one swift thrust, he entered her, filling her up completely. Candy Cane cried out in pleasure, her walls tightening around him. He began to thrust, his hips slapping against her ass. The bed creaked beneath them, the headboard banging against the wall.

They fucked like rabbits, lost in a world of their own. Santa gripped her hips tightly, pounding into her with wild abandon. Candy Cane moaned and whimpered, her body trembling with each thrust.

“I’m gonna cum,” Santa panted, his balls drawing up tight. “I’m gonna cum inside you, you naughty little elf.”

“Please,” Candy Cane begged, looking back at him over her shoulder. “Fill me up, Santa. I want to feel your hot seed flooding my pussy.”

Santa grunted, slamming into her one last time. His cock pulsed, erupting inside of her. Candy Cane screamed in ecstasy, her own orgasm crashing over her. They collapsed onto the bed, spent and satisfied.

As they lay there, catching their breath, Candy Cane nuzzled against Santa’s chest. “I hope you’ll be putting me on your nice list this year, Santa,” she purred, tracing patterns on his skin.

Santa chuckled, pulling her closer. “Oh, I think I’ll have to think about that one, Candy Cane. But I’ll tell you one thing – you’ve certainly put a new meaning to ‘Ho Ho Ho’ this year.”

They both laughed, snuggling beneath the blankets. And while Santa’s elves and reindeer slumbered below, the two lovers drifted off to sleep, dreaming of all the naughty things they would do on this very peculiar Christmas night.