Ms. Claus is Cumming to Town (Olivia Holt)

[Thehouseofweird]

The following is a work of fiction, none of the events have ever occurred. If you take offense to this story, you may be on the wrong site.

Ms. Claus is Cumming to Town

By The House of Weird

Staring Olivia Holt

Codes: Con, FF

Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house, not a creature was stirring; not even a-oh fuck it you all know the tales. The poems and songs and semi dated stop motion specials. Grew up with them or just learning about them now, we've at least heard of Santa in some form or another. So I won't bother you dear chaps with simple cheer and horny Santa, a respectful idea yes but done a dozen times over each year. Instead I bring your attention to the one other person Santa bangs every year...except on this fine holiday. Yes. This is a tale: of Ms. Claus...

Susan was a regular human just like yourself and I, even Santa was once human too. At only 20 she would dream of bigger and better things in life, her natural brown hair and petite body seemed more than enough in the eyes of others, but she felt out of place, disdained at herself no thanks to her problems with friends, scattered relation with her family, and lackluster sex life. Sad yes but this is supposed to be a time of joy yes? you are correct yes, but her own Christmas that year felt seldom and unappealing. Alone in her apartment, she looked over her tree and petted her cat, flickering of lights from the tree and a lamp overhead as she read an old book, not expecting much and wanting at least some comfort on this depressing Christmas eve. Suddenly a rattling on the roof could be heard, surely her upstairs neighbors could be the ruckus, unless it came from above them too. Her cat heard it and ran off, to Susan's surprise, mittens about five feet away had suddenly came to a stop, frozen mid dash as if time had stopped. Her body froze too, only because she didn't know how to react. Looking to her TV it began to morph in size and shape, moving like clay it turned into a fireplace, a freshly lit fire forming in the pit. Susan felt alarmed and overwhelmed, lose rocks fell from within the fire place and she jumped over the couch she was sitting on to hide from whatever was coming down the chimney. Forgetting for a moment, of the date, and whom regularly goes down chimneys. The bag landed with a *thunk*, the footsteps of two leather made boots worn out from years of use followed soon after. A light grunt and a deep breath could be heard, the tone of it sounding old. Susan slowly peaked her head up, the fuzz from the blanket draped across the couch blurring her vision for a moment but she could make out a large body, roundish maybe? Red clothing, the intruder was beginning to turn towards her so she quickly dropped back behind the couch. "Ho Ho Ho." a light chuckle was heard. Susan's eyes widened in shock, she recognized that sort of laughter, it couldn't be? Raising her head up once more, she saw a set of eyes watching her back, along with a nose and a great big white beard covering most of his face. Yes, it was..It was Santa Claus.

She was a little embarrassed to being so scared at him, but he laughed it off and helped her to the front side of the couch. They spoke briefly, her questions mainly of why her cat froze and the chimney in her living room. Both given the same answer of magic. One spell for halting time which allowed him to travel to so many places in one night, the other spell was simply a means of getting into said houses each night. They talked for what seemed like an hour, but only lasted 2 minutes thanks to Santa's time magic. He had to leave but spoke of how he enjoyed their talk, even asked if she wanted to talk again next year? An odd proposition but one she accepted. A full year went by. Now 21 she hadn't much change in her life outside of her new drinking abilities. Still few friends, still no love in her life. On Christmas eve, a familiar rattling of the house came about, this time she did not panic, instead she had dressed up in regular clothes, knowing they would hopefully talk more. Santa indulged her wishes, they spoke of life and how he came to be Santa. It wasn't all too glamorous or ancient, he was simply chosen by the last Santa to take his mantel after he passed, of which occurred all but five years ago. She asked of how Ms. Claus took it, he turned his head and said he had no wife of yet. The tone of the conversation went quiet, Susan apologizing for any harm she may have caused. He waved it off, knowing how difficult it may sound, knowing on a technical sense, he was in but his mid 20's when he took the mantel, but the magic of Santa turned him into the jolly old man who travels the world in a single night. That alone would turn off some women into dating him, but not stop the handful of woman who were into the red garb and beard he admitted. Susan giggled at the thought of Santa getting it on with some girl. They talked for a while longer before he excused himself for the night, the world would wake up sooner or later. Susan waved him off and watched him climb up the chimney, swearing she saw that ever so famous twinkle in his eye.

Yet another year passed, at 22 she grew more into herself, finding solace in her lack of love life. When Santa came down her chimney for the third time, he saw her waiting in a more pleasant matter hair done and a cozy sweater on with his face on it, she was really in the Christmas spirit. They talked some more, now on another level thanks to time being frozen. They laughed, they played, they even danced a little, Santa having grown accustomed to this amusing break in his night of travel. She held him as close as can be, head resting on his shoulder. they looked at other in the eyes, neither fully knowing what was happening, but they let it go and without feeling out of place, they kissed, then some more, until she was slowly moving them to her bedroom..

They made love together for hours, time slipping away even with it frozen, Susan had no idea how passionate he could be in bed. Gentle, yet rough if needed. Tending to her needs, but knowing how to give himself pleasure in the process. She laid there under the sheets, silently watching him dress, needing to return to his one work day of the year. She knew she couldn't stop him, not tonight at least. She did ask he return here after his night is done, offering her place as a means to rest. He agreed knowing his sudden departure after sex would send anyone a flurry of emotions. Daybreak came, a familiar sound of sleigh bells could be heard, yet the world did not freeze. Life continued like normal, and when Susan saw the 8 reindeer landing on the roof, she knew he kept his word. For two weeks he rested at her home, seeing him in regular clothes seemed funny yet accepted it. Their bond grew stronger, both emotionally and physically. Her head spinning at the thought, but kept wanting more. By his departure she made up her mind, this wasn't just some odd form of fling, it was love. Another year passed, her mind set on this decision, time froze once more, he climb down the chimney, and there she stood before him; asking if he'll take her home with him. To her it wasn't impulse, it was her wish, for once she felt something she didn't want to lose and it was with him, Santa of all people! Most men would panic and leave, Santa? He took her by her hand and led her back up, showed her the world on the rest of his journey, and at sunrise, caught up in the moment or thinking hard on it all year, they took vows and wedded; becoming Mr. and Ms. Claus. It was bliss...

20 years later it's hell instead.

Right off the bat Susan noticed she didn't turn into some older woman, instead she grew older the same way as before, only now with magic she can mold her body into her ideal image better than any surgeon back home. Losing unwanted body fat, give her brunette hair a glow, and filling out her chest to supple B-cups with not a blemish on her skin. Sex became amazing with her husband, almost never keeping his hands off her the rest of the year. It was only post Christmas day that he truly wasn't able to sleep with her, having spent a months worth of work in the span of one night. Their two week trip to warmer climates was mostly a nap for Santa and a bit of alone time for Susan. At first their marriage was rock solid, optional work for her in the workshop if she got board, Santa tending to her all throughout the year, even helping with the occasional trip to her parents, insisting he was just a toy maker in Canada. Years went on and Susan while still loving her husband, was beginning to notice a few cracks in their relationship. For starters their lack of friends outside of the elves seemed to rise tension with no one to really talk to without it turning back to his work. Second was Christmas itself, always taking a massive amount of time out of him with her, from the day after Thanksgiving till when he wakes up from their vacation in January he would only seem to pay attention to his work, she was fine with it at first but grew hardened by it after he started sleeping in the workshop, over a month by herself felt much. Whenever she offered her help he brushed it off until the last minute when he asks her to help cover a few houses for him on Christmas, turns out he has a spare sleigh in the event he needed an elf to help. She would help out of wanting him to be more awake during their two weeks alone and away from the elves, but she helped on Christmas eve actually enjoying the deed of bringing gifts to children, she discovered exactly why he would fall behind. When she caught up to him one year, and watched in shock as she saw him through the window in the house of another young woman...fucking her brains out.

The fight wasn't pretty, more so how tired he was after the night which only spurred her more as to why. There was screaming, time being frozen just to keep people from barging in, the words "open relationship" kept being brought up yet Susan pointing out just as much it doesn't work if only he knew about it. At one point she decided fuck it and did just that with a cabana boy to prove his open relationship BS. Even the elves could tell how rough it was when they returned home. For the next few years they kept tensions up and only after the elves went rouge and brought in a counselor did they reach an agreement: yes, Christmas would be open season for him to sleep with other women, so long as Susan is permitted the same allotted time AND the two week vacation if all he wants to do is sleep it off. Years more went on, Susan was now in her mid 40's yet still looked not a day over 24. Santa was still tending to her needs but after Thanksgiving their relationship went rocky again every year. He'd go off, and he'd fuck a lot of women and she'd wait there not wanting to even know the details of it all. On holiday she would consider doing it but most years she kept to herself. Only really deciding to fuck someone if she grew too pent up or Santa was in a certain mood after his fuck-fest. all this seems dual to some but one year. This year in fact...our story truly begins.

Christmas eve came once more, the sleigh was loaded and the reindeer prepped he set a course for the nights travels. Susan watched as he took off, a sigh in uncertainty to how he'll fare this year. Half and hour passed, about six hours in Santa's time, maybe 12, she never truly kept track of time, only the number of girls it would take to bring her in to help. The elves knew how to handle her in a appropriate matter, knowing full well their arguments happen most often at this time. gone a few hours in our time the beacon was alerted, he'd fallen behind. when the call read for multiple aids for help she thought it was serious. Grabbing her coat and pulling out the spare sleigh she gathered a few elves to assist her as they rode out into the winter sky. Half her team went towards England, another to Canada, Susan and the remaining ones went to California to get a head start. Going through North cal and heading south, the message came out to why there was a delay, her elf hesitated to tell her, Susan thinking her husband got hurt. Instead as they drew near the LA county she was told of why: Santa was busy fucking a slumber party. Not a sleepover, a 10 girl slumber party, and he was doing them all.

"arrugh god dammit!" Susan exclaimed stomping about the roof they landed on. "A slumber party! On fucking Christmas!"

"Admittedly it is unorthodox." The poor elf told her.

"You don't say?" She said sarcastically. "We'll what are the odds of them getting together because he asked them?"

"U-u-m..." He stuttered. "Probable?"

"Exactly!" She complained before grabbing the bag. "Go get the ones down the road, I'm gonna vent to myself on these few here."

The elf quickly made way to avoid any unwanted wrath from her, Ms. Claus trying to calm herself down, she knew today was their open season, but to go about planning it ahead of time, that was uncalled for. She popped into existence a chimney to climb down, doing so like she'd done million times before. The world frozen still, except the inside of the house she stood in. Not paying attention, she knocked over a vase on accident.

"Shit!" She said in a hushed whisper, grabbing it before it landed. Moving to place it back.

"Santa?"

Susan winched at the mention of the name, knowing someone was awake and within the area. She caught her breath to relax herself and once returning the vase in its original place she turned to see her guest.

"Not quite I'm afraid." Ms. Claus said in her most charming voice.

"Wow." The woman said softly. She'd gotten up to get a drink of water before heading to bed when she'd heard a noise. Rounding the corner into the living room she saw the coat and hat and thought Kris Kringle was there.

"Mrs. Claus?" She spoke more clearly.

"Indeed Miss..." She looked at her note of this neighborhood. "Holt?"

"Yeah, Olivia is fine." Olivia Holt replied shyly. "But wait, what are you doing here?" She asked.

"Santa was running a little behind, so in that event I have to help out and bring some of the presents." Mrs. Claus explained.

"That busy this year?" She asked more so in wonder than anything.

"To..some extent yes." Ms. Claus told her vaguely. "May I?" She gestured to the tree. Olivia nodded and Susan went to place the presents under the tree.

She noted Olivia's sleep attire as she went to the couch to watch, nothing more than a large shirt just reaching mid thigh. While sitting, Susan thought she noticed a bit of her undergarment up between her legs, but paid not much attention till the thought accrued.

"Were you by chance waiting up for my husband?" She asked hiding any dread in her tone.

"Oh no, just getting water," Olivia blushed. "I haven't tried to wait up for him since I was a kid."

"Oh I remember those days too, this really is a exciting moment very few get to witness." She commented rummaging though the bag. "More often than not to try to sweeten the deal."

"Should I go?" Asked Olivia, unsure if her staying is appropriate

"If you're tired, but honestly it's kinda nice having someone to talk to." Mrs. Claus said. "Time manipulation used for this night can make riding out around the world very lonely."

"I'll stay then." Olivia sat there watching her fill the stockings. "Must be worse on Santa then."

Susan paused for a moment, than it occurred to her. "Huh." She thought aloud, realizing the stupidity in how long it took to understand it.

"What is it?" Olivia asked, Susan's eyes turned to see her, confused to what she said and nervous that something was wrong, yet it somehow seemed adorable. In a few seconds she put together a odd idea, if this is his reasoning, then she'll play his game. He can't even get mad at her because he set the rules.

"Yes, it is worse for him." She admitted to her new friend. "Year after year, traveling the world in a single night for us but weeks for him thanks to his magic. Human interaction can be rather limited. Sometimes he gets a break with a kid waiting up for him, others being the ones that try to get on the nice list last minute. Then there's the ones that..well to be blunt and even I have a odd time saying it, are the ones that wait up for a more fantasy like reason."

"Wait." Olivia stood and walked up to her as if to whisper. "Does that mean the rumors are true?"

Susan knew what she meant by it but didn't think herself to be sour if she wanted it. "How do you think I became Ms. Claus?"

The blonde girl's eyes widened at the realization of what she was told. "Shit." She muttered under her breath. "My apologies."

"For what?" She asked.

"For having to deal with him doing that every year."

"It was..admittedly difficult at first yes, but we agreed after a while, tonight is our one time we have a open relationship. Though it's more one sided if anything." She explained. "Oh god why am I telling you this." Susan paced around the room.

"Maybe because, you wish it wasn't one way?" Olivia suggested.

Oh I've considered it." Ms. Claus continued. "Though no men really stay up for Santa on Christmas, only ones that do? Well..we both know they're not exactly staying up for a turn at Kris Kringle, nor old enough either." She crossed her arms and turned her head away from her friend.

They stood in silence, Susan contemplating just finding another pool boy after tonight simply to vent.

"I'm staying up for you"

Susan turned to Olivia. "What was that?"

"You said I could go if I'm tired, well I'm not." Olivia closed any gap between them. "And after all, it's an open relationship right? That means both ways."

"Heh," she chuckled. "I'm not gay though."

"Neither am I." Olivia told her. "But I am open to experiencing new things."

"We don't have to do this." Susan told her.

"Then we don't have to." Olivia said. "Just say the word. Any time you want to stop, we can stop. My offer still stands."

Susan considered her words, face right in front of her, and a fire in her body. While her mind was sending red flags, knowing this sort of thing was what made her hate her husband, her loins spoke differently, having grown aroused at the thought. A million thoughts racing around, and the thought of Santa in the middle of that fucking slumber party pushed her over.

"Fuck it." Said Ms. Claus as she hastily pressed her lips against Olivia's.

Taken aback by how fast she was, Olivia wrapped her arms around Ms. Claus as she did the same, their lips intertwining with each other. Kisses in such rapid succession they had to move themselves to the couch just not to fall in heat. Olivia straddled Susan's lap, Ms. Claus brushing her fingers through the girl's hair to hold the back of her neck to bring her in close. They paused for only a moment, looking into each others eyes, nose touching nose and feeling each other's breath hitting them.

"I've dreamed of being with a woman." Olivia spoke softly. "So many times I lost count."

"What stopped you?" Asked Ms. Claus.

"Not finding the right girl."Olivia pulled her shirt slowly over her head, Ms. Claus watching as the girl's breasts came to view, they were golden like the rest of her skin, a few noticeable goosebumps across each tit and nipples erect from the cold air in the room. "To be honest, I've only slept with two people before now." She confessed.

"Am I you're third then?" Susan raised a hand to gently caress her left breast, Olivia shivering as the hand touched her.

"Am I pretty enough?" Olivia asked, second guessing her own decision. For a moment she considered putting her top back on, almost regretting the offer, instead Ms. Claus surprised her by pulling them down to the couch, Olivia now laying on her back while the woman above now undid the sash tying her coat together. With magic taught by her husband for a similar reason, when Ms. Claus opened the coat she reveled to the girl below that she was completely naked underneath. Susan rather enjoyed the wonder of Santa's magic to alter her form, pale white skin and 36-C cup breasts, she eliminated most body fat but kept her hips a bit wide for a small yet ample tushy. Hairless except for her brown hair going just past her shoulders, Susan leaned down at the blonde woman who's mouth was agape in astonishment.

"You are the most beautiful woman I've ever laid eyes on." She told her in confidence. Cheeks rosy red and a smile across her face Olivia felt butterflies in her stomach as the older woman kissed her again.

Susan now on all fours above her, made out with Olivia once more. time seemingly forgotten to them, she lowered a hand down Olivia's body, first to her breasts, then her stomach. As her hand crept to Olivia's panties now damp in arousel, Olivia suddenly stopped.

"What about Christmas?" She asked alarmed.

"What about it?" Susan asked puzzled by her question.

"Don't you need to finish helping?" She asked knowing children were waiting for presents.

"I have all the time in the world for you." The older woman assured her young lover.

"But Ms. Claus-"

"Susan." She cut her off. "My real name is Susan."

"Susan.." She trailed off. "It's a pretty name."

"Thank you. And if you're really concerned about time..." Susan climbed off her and walked over to her bag, Olivia stared and pondered what she meant until she held up something the size of a pocket watch. "What you're about to see is something only very few people have ever seen..I hope given my husband's track record. Hold onto me very closely."

Olivia quickly walked over to her, wrapping her arms around Susan with her breasts pressing up against her. Embraced by her lover she opened the device and the whole room shook, Olivia closing her eyes in fear, when the room stopped shaking did she open her eyes to find she was no longer in her house anymore. Instead her eyes went wide and mouth opening to speak yet no words came out. Letting go to step away from Susan she observed her new location, a vast and swirling purple void as far as the eye can see. An ominous echo roared throughout with a soft rumble, 20 feet away lay a large round bed sheets freshly made and books and trinkets about. Olivia walked about feeling the warm air and a floor with no real feeling other than being there, hands resting to her sides made her notice her panties were gone. Walking about freely she felt a like a little kid for some reason exploring this vast open space naked as can be.

"What is this place?" Olivia turned to ask.

"This is a small pocket in reality trapped in a single moment in time." Susan walked up to her. "His magic only slows time down long enough for his travels so for sleep, this is where he will go to lay his head for a while." She walked up to the bed. "He took me here once for a few days just the two of us one busy year. You could spend a whole month inside this place; only a second would pass in the real world."

Susan sat down on the bed, patting the side. "In other words.."

"..All the time in the world." Said Olivia, heart racing at the thought of this gesture to her. "You shouldn't have." She tried to be modest, a failed act given her lack of any clothing.

"If I am your first woman, I want you to have all the time you want to be with me." Susan held her hand and brought her onto her lap. "I would know, because I've never been with a woman either, and I want the both of us, to have this moment to be special. Is this what you want too?" She asked brushing lose hair away from Olivia's face.

Olivia sat there looking into Susan's eyes, her own showing a fiery passion she had not felt with the other two people she slept with. Susan felt the same too, finding herself mesmerized by this whole new encounter she never thought possible after being so discern for sex with her husband after years of seeing him trot off to bang some hundred so women every Christmas. The blonde after taking some time, gave an answer.

"I want you, for as long as we can." Olivia told her. "I want you to be my first, and I to be yours. Screw Santa going around getting his dick wet for any girl with a pulse no one, should ever do that to you."

"Ignore my husband then." Susan held her close. "let me put all my attention and love...to you..." Words trailing off from her lips as she laid them onto Olivia's once again.

Olivia melted into the arms of Susan, their naked bodies falling onto the soft bed that felt so gentle to the skin words could not describe how exquisite the fabric used in the linens were. Embracing one another was broken to explore each others bodies, hands across one another and genitals touched. Most of it would blur together in the heat of passion but both women would know what occurred. With time of no factor and this reality having no sense of day or night, they made love for as long as they could. Olivia remembered Susan running kisses down her front, sucking at her nipples to get them nice and wet, biting at them even ever so gently. She made her way down slowly until she could smell the musk of Olivia's wet pussy; with little knowledge she went with what she understood when her husband would give her head, and licked the outer folds of her vagina. Her body arched up from first contact, Olivia looked up into the purple void as she moaned at how wonderful this new sensation was. It almost felt like this little pocket of reality had some form of effect in heightening her senses. Gripping the sheets and opening her legs wider, she felt Susan explore every inch of her pussy. Rolling her eyes back, Olivia remembered facing directly at Ms. Claus's vagina but a inch away from her lips. She looked at it amazed at how stunningly beautiful it was.

The blonde actress stuck out her tongue and began to taste her first pussy. The taste of peppermint crossed her tongue, no shit from Ms. Claus; but she continued on with rapid little licks. Susan herself was taken away by the enthusiasm of Olivia, let alone how wonderful a woman's touch came across her own womanhood. Olivia felt something stir in her as she lapped away at Susan's pussy, her own shivering in excitement knowing she longed for this for years yet never brave enough to act. Grabbing hold of her where the legs met her hips Olivia kept Susan close as she ate her heart out in eating Susan's cunt. Continuing to lose track of time Susan let Olivia lick her most private of parts, it could have been a few minutes, or a few hours, she explored every nook and crevice of her pussy with her tongue and as far inside as she could. They each remembered tangling themselves up, each pussy against the others face in a sideways 69. Licking the other with their hands grazing soft butts, Susan daring to push a single finger inside Olivia's anus. Olivia moaned as her asshole was probed, having never done anal before thus never experiencing the unique feeling it gave her. She remembered rocking her hips to sort of finger fuck her ass while Susan orally stimulated her, a feeling that blurred with others once more as she felt the finger left at one point, now gyrating her hips against Susan's. They now sat leaning back before one another, heads tilted back and legs crossed as they found themselves rubbing their pussies together. At times they would look at each other while they humped and fucked knowing this was far better sex than either woman had had with their respective partners. Moans turned into screams of pure erotic bliss and hips rocked harder you'd think they'd give out. Instead they watched each other until like clockwork both women came with powerful orgasms the two had never experienced before, squirt could be seen flying about, if from one or the other neither were sure, could've been both for all they know. But their screams of satisfaction echoed all throughout the void around them. Orgasms subsiding they fell on the bed still tangled up by the legs, heavy breathing came from both girls catching their breath and Susan slowly crawled over to be with Olivia, the magic of this place pulling a blanket over them both. Susan kissed Olivia once more holding her close, Olivia reciprocated with a smile upon her face. They laid there and fell asleep in each others arms, nude bodies held close and with time of no worth, slept for what felt like forever.

Olivia stirred in her sleep finally waking up, her eyes adjusted and forgotten where she was for only a moment when she saw the void around her. She looked around seeing Susan had left her side and was now sitting on the edge of the bed, she had gotten her boots back on yet sat there pondering the rest. Olivia crawled out from the sheets to sit beside her.

"Do we have to go?" She asked softly worried for an answer she already knew.

"Time can wait for us." Susan looked over at her things. "But returning to the normal world would happen no matter how long we stay."

"I don't want this to end." Olivia looked at Susan, now realizing she had been crying.

"Neither do I.." She wiped a tear from her cheek. The two lovers embraced holding back more tears.

"I know we've only met just this night." Olivia was the first to speak. "But you gave me something no one had ever given me before."

"As you have done the same to me." Susan replied softly, croaking a little hold back tears.

"I wish I could be with you longer, just enough to understand what this new feeling I have now."

"Which is?"

"That after tonight, I may never want to be with another man in that way again." Olivia confessed.

"Is that what you want?" Susan asked, a thought occurring to her. Olivia nodded her head getting ready to cry. "Is that what you want..for Christmas?" She asked once more, the girls eyes looking at her with wonder...

Santa had returned home that Christmas morning finally getting every present delivered, his sigh of relief doubled seeing his wife's sleigh was there also empty. He went inside and congratulated the elves on another year well done, and went looking for his wife to begin their vacation and Christmas nap. But an elf stopped him, delivering some; rather odd news. Ms. Claus had left early, her exact words were: "using her hall pass for the entire vacation. Santa was more flustered than angry, she never used her pass, why now? Why without him? Why was he so pissed knowing this is what he agreed with?

Susan sat in her seat, a hostess offering a drink for the trip. She decided to take the old fashion way to her favorite holiday spot, knowing Santa wouldn't follow because he didn't know what her favorite spot was. She turned to her hand seeing where her wedding band should be, discarded at the north pole where her husband is surly eating his own words. on her right was Olivia, whom she promised to take with her once her work was done. Susan extended her hand to hold hers, Olivia having not lost her smile since she proposed the idea. Neither knew what would happen come the end of the trip, but for two weeks they would have plenty of time to know one another. As for what will happen come next Christmas? Well...

We would have to see.

The end.