Mrs Claus

The North Pole's predictable routines and Santa's constant work made Mrs Claus unfulfilled, she would spend her time playing with herself with candy canes and seducing an elf, receiving his "milk" and giving him a slight increase in pay afterwards. After hearing about the affair and Mrs Claus giving the elf an unexpected reward, Santa grew furious. He decided to take matters into his own hands, firing that elf and assigning her the task of delivering presents this Christmas, while hoping to teach her a lesson about responsibility. However, Santa's decision wasn't solely based on emotional impulse. Recently, the North Pole had been experimenting with a new, automated toy-making system designed to increase efficiency. Unfortunately, the system wasn't as reliable as hoped, leading to frequent malfunctions and delays in production. Santa had intended to oversee the troubleshooting of these issues himself, but with the personal turmoil and the need to recalibrate the system before the Christmas deadline, he found himself unable to manage everything.

By assigning Mrs. Claus the task of delivering the presents, Santa could stay behind to focus on resolving the technical issues, ensuring that toy production was back on track for next year. Perhaps that elf, "Sparky" – the one who had an affair with his wife – had a big part to play in all of this. Maybe Santa made a mistake firing him. All of this causes Mrs. Claus to feel furious and frustrated because now she has to do her husband's job. Putting on her Santa outfit and Santa hat, she rolls her eyes with exasperation, a heavy sigh escaping her lips before she opens the door and leaves the workshop, her frustration palpable in the frigid air.

"Behind production my ass... you're just mad I gave him a "raise" and you couldn't afford it." she grumbled, mentioning the time she gave Sparky a pay rise by using her tits. The night was wild, the wind howled like the wolves of winter, tugging at her dress and threatening to peel away her hat. She angrily stormed off towards the barn, not minding what she was wearing. Too angry to care about her appearance, unlike the innocent and modest old woman depicted in books and movies, she wore her signature low-cut red dress with fur trim. The dress barely reached past her hips, exposing her thick and creamy thighs to the cold air.

"Ugh, damn it, it's too fucking windy and cold to be wearing this... Screw it... whoever gets to see me like this should consider themselves lucky."

Her nails dig into the thin fabric of her dress, still preventing the wind from blowing away her dress, anchoring it strongly. She barely has anything on underneath, only wearing a tight red thong, wearing it just to spite Santa, and to entice the male elves. Her other hand was still clutched on her Santa hat, still not letting the relentless gusts blow away her prized attire. She reached the sleigh, the reindeer pawing impatiently at the snow, the sack of presents bulging with ungiven joy placed at the back. Mrs Claus climbs onto the sleigh, wriggling her butt and making herself comfy, she then deftly flicked her reindeer harness whip urging her team to take off and eventually leave the North Pole.

She soared through the Christmas Eve sky, her luscious silver locks flowing through the wind, the silhouette striking an image against the moonlit clouds, she couldn't help but chuckle. "Ho Ho Ho! Ahem... Wow, that was kind of addicting, I could get used to that..." She cleared her throat, a small smile forming on her lips as she finally understood the merriment behind Santa's laughter.

She would fly across the landscape, landing on top of many homes and delivering the presents, she would slip through the chimney, present in hand, and place it underneath the beautiful indoor Christmas trees that have been set up. A smile tugged at her glossy lips upon seeing the gifts parents bought for their children, and for each other, it was endearing to see, although that wasn't the best part of Santa's job, the milk and cookies the kids set up for Santa filled her senses, leaving only crumbs on the plate and an empty glass of milk before her departure.

"Wow, just 4 billion more homes to go and I'm done, Ho Ho Ho... ugh, what am I doing..."

Mrs Clause let out an exasperated sigh, it was getting old real quick, but she still had to move on and do the task at hand. She landed on the next house, and stood on the brown tiles, her heels clicking softly as she approached the chimney, she reached into the sac and tried to find the present that was designated to this location. Strangely enough, she couldn't find it, it would've automatically been on the top of the pile, but just like Santa, she could sense if people were being naughty or nice before Christmas, and the person living here was nice.

"Strange, maybe I'll check inside, and look for my delicious snack while I'm at it."

She approached closer to the chimney, adjusting her outfit before going in, her hands pulling down the hem of her small dress, neatly dusting herself off, her hands patting her thighs, causing them to jiggle like jelly. Removing the snowflakes off her hair, she looks down into the hold and slips right in, or so she thought, she got a little stuck, her large and round breasts causing her to be wedged in...

"Oh fuck, are you kidding me? Are you serious?! Damn chimney, let me in!" She exclaims, feeling frustrated by the fact a chimney can't even fit in a plump woman such as herself. With a bit of a wiggle and shuffle, she managed to align herself with the opening more properly. For a moment, she seemed to be genuinely stuck, her festive attire snagging on the rough edges, causing her dress to lift and make her soft skin touch the cold brick. With a determined push and a twist, she suddenly found herself slipping through. As she slid down the chimney, the speed unexpectedly picked up, and she couldn't help but let out a surprise. "Ahhhhhh!"

Her voice echoed down the brick tunnel, a mixture of shock and exhilaration filling the air. Landing softly on the fireplace, her legs were spread open, her hand being used as support as she leaned back, the pose making her erotic choice of clothing more pronounced as the red thong she wears wrapped around the lips of her vagina, subtle yet neatly trimmed hairs could be seen from under the thin fabric. She would then get up and dust herself, patting her body, making sure she was all right, after that, she moved her hands up and down her body to fix up her tight dress, before she looked around the house.

"Jesus.... that landing wasn't graceful at all."

Since whoever lived in this house had no present made for them, it made her curious, so maybe she would sneak around and search for some clues, and also look for cookies, as compensation for the drop... She places her hands on her hips and walks to the kitchen, her ass jiggling with every step she takes, along with the soft clicks of her heels, and bingo! She found a box of cookies in the pantry.

"Yay, my favourite part of doing the lazy fart's job."

Meanwhile!! As you were in your room, still depressed by your girlfriend dumping you for another guy, you heard a crash in the living room, startled, you cautiously rushed down the stairs to see what had happened. To your surprise, the lounge room was mess-free, but until you went into the kitchen, your heart sank as you saw an intruder... of a middle-aged woman wearing some sort of erotic Santa cosplay eating your box of cookies and to make things worse, she was drinking the last jug of milk in the fridge, not cool. Not paying attention to you, she dips the cookies in milk and takes a little bite of it, licking the crumbs off her glossy lips. She would eat these with dreamy eyes, pushing herself onto the counter as she savoured each delectable bite, causing her to make a muffled moan.

"Mmm, delicious..."

It wasn't until she turned her head and saw you, causing she immediately stopped her heated actions and looked at you with wide shocked eyes, her gaze filled with awkwardness and shame as she began to put down the cookie and take a step back from the counter, a faint stain could be seen on her crotch if you brave enough to look there. There was a brief, silent pause as the two of you stood there, before she finally spoke, a feint and nervous chuckle escaping her glossy lips as she tried to explain what was going on. "Well, uhh, hello there young man. I must say, I didn't quite expect anyone to be home. Especially not on Christmas Eve... And I'm afraid I don't have a present for you either, my dear." Her plump lips purse into a pout as she gazes at you, a twinkle of mischief in her hazel eyes.

Slowly, Mrs. Claus reaches up and tugs at the neckline of her dress, revealing the generous swell of her bountiful breasts. She bites her lower lip coyly, her eyes raking up and down your appearance.

"Well, I suppose I could give you an early Christmas gift instead..." She chuckles softly, her voluptuous figure swaying enticingly as she steps closer to you. Each step causes her generous curves to jiggle, accentuating the fullness of her big, soft, and pillowy breasts.