Preparations for the most important day of the year in the North Pole always came down to the wire. There would be one mishap or another that lead to presents still being wrapped only moments before the deadline. Reindeer were being fed last second, and the boss was double checking his list for the night.

All was in place and on board the sleigh by midnight. Santa took hold of the reins and bid his wife a good night with one final kiss goodbye. Jolly as could be, he called out the name of each reindeer, urging them ahead. A glow atop the nose of one particular companion lead the way for the others into the night. From the frozen landscape, Mrs. Claus waved at him until his jingling bells were no longer heard and his figure no more discernible than any other star in the sky.

Finally, everyone left behind could let out a breath. Tension built from the stress of it all was released in one big sigh. Of course there was always next year to think about, but for now, there was a well deserved break to celebrate.

Back in the workshop, Mrs. Claus stood before the faces of every elf that helped make that night possible. Words were never enough to express her gratitude. Instead, she walked over to a well crafted bench and began undressing. Each set of eyes on her drank up every inch of exposed skin as it became available.

The elves marveled at Mrs. Claus’ voluminous figure, feeling a strain in their undergarments once she bent over the side of the table and looked back expectantly.

“Aren’t you going to come get your prize?” Mrs. Claus laughed. Her voice broke their trance.

Jumpstarted into action, each elf hurried to the bench. Those that arrived first circled the table and hurried to lower their trousers. One pair of hands went straight to feeling up Mrs. Claus’ rear, squeezing and pulling her cheeks apart. Delighted by the first sight of cock, Mrs. Claus giggled and reached out to stroke one.

Already red and throbbing, the first elf let out a high pitched whine when her soft fingers had barely even touched him. She kept her movements slow, trying not to overstimulate the poor fellow. Even so, he began panting within seconds and thrusting into her hand. The woman’s eyes gleamed while watching him. Wide and sparkling. Pleased.

“Thank you, miss. Thank you!” The elf exclaimed. The orgasm he’d been building up over the past year suddenly ripped through him, jolting every muscle into a spasm. A long stream of white shot out from the tip of his cock, arching over Mrs. Claus and landing on the other side of the table. Several ropes released in the same way, barely short enough to land on the woman in front of him. Once he slumped forward, barely dribbling cum onto her hand, Mrs. Claus smiled charitably and released her grip.

From behind, the elf that had been simply groping her before had flattened his tongue and began running it up along her slit.

“Good boy,” she said.

While he kept that up, she turned to the elf on her other side, instructing him to get onto the table and kneel in front of her. As he climbed on, she used the last elf’s cum on her hand to stroke the next one on her right. Pace slow and even, despite his frenzied thrusts into her palm.

In position on the table, the elf’s cock bobbed right in front of supple red lips. His groan echoed in the workshop the moment that his tip entered Mrs. Claus’ mouth. From the right, another elf muttered his gratitude as his cum dripped down her hand. There was still so much of it that it coated her wrist and seeped into the wood of the table underneath.

All the way down her throat, the elf in front groaned trying to hold back his release. It was a futile effort, however, because as soon as she began bobbing her head he lost control. Cum oozed out whether he wanted it to or not and coated Mrs. Claus’ tongue. She moaned at the candy cane taste, sucking out every drop.

“Thank you, miss,” the elf sighed, defeated, and climbed off the table.

They no longer had to be instructed, the elves now worked out a system where the departure of one would swiftly be replaced by another. A cock would slide itself along her cum coated hand and she’d instinctively start stroking them. A new elf would kneel in front, and she’s immediately welcome them between her lips.

After another round or so of elves, she’d sufficiently been eaten out by the elf at her rear. She wiggled her hips side to side to signal she was ready for more. Briefly turning her head, she saw his face glisten with her juices as he grinned and lined himself up with her entrance. Sinking his cock into Mrs. Claus, he savored her warmth and easy glide. All the way in to the base, the elf sighed. Smile turning silly and content. He unloaded a year’s worth of cum into her.

Turning back to the elf before her, Mrs. Claus was surprised to feel his cum start splashing along her face. Thick white ropes ran down her rosy cheeks. She chuckled at the display of desperation. Listened to both elves giving their thanks, and watched their replacements line up for their turn.

A couple rounds of this procedure later, and more elves had opted to release their loads onto her rather than inside. Some had mistakenly unleashed onto her hair, while others came on her ass. They’d grown impatient and touched themselves, underestimating their own sensitivity while they watched another elf thrust into the woman. Moments later they’d stop stroking, trying to prevent the inevitable.

Loads covered one another on her ass, glazing her skin in pearlescent white and trickling down her thighs.

Such were the night’s proceedings until every single elf in the workshop was bone tired and satiated. Some returned to Mrs. Claus for seconds, or even thirds. Some went off to sleep after a single orgasm.

By dawn’s first light, Mrs. Claus was done with her work and ready to retire for some well deserved rest. Trembling legs adjusted to hold herself up. She stretched and popped her aching joints. Surveying the room, she noticed a couple elves hadn’t made it to their beds before passing out.

At the workshop doors stood her beloved husband. He approached her with a warm robe in hand, and helped her slide it on. Calloused hands brushed the wet hair out of her face. Santa kissed his wife before engulfing her into his arms in a comforting embrace.

Walking out of the workshop, Santa carried his tired wife in his arms. They each had a hard night’s work deserving of some good sleep. It was officially a successful year, of spreading holiday cheer.