The foreman pushed into her with so much force that Mynxie swore she could hear the desk creak. Not that she could make out any form of speech outside of a string of desperate moans that joined his thrusts in echoing around the small cottage. No sooner did she get a modicum of her wits back did her burly superior pull her down by her thighs. She had just enough time to wrap her stocking-clad legs around his back before his meaty hands reached down and grabbed her full ass, pulling her off the table and up into his chest.

The elven beauty moaned as her blue eyes briefly met his goggle-clad face before he hoisted her over, releasing one of her cheeks just long enough to grasp her thigh instead. With his outlandishly large hands holding her in place, the dark-tressed girl threw one her arms around his trunk-like neck for support as her opposing hand started to fondle her bare tit. Say whatever you wish about the foreman and his outlandish figure, but the elf was practically BUILT for carrying nubile elven sluts as cocksleeves.

The two continued their lewd liaison with reckless abandon; wholly content in the isolation that the Foreman's cottage would permit them. Even if they didn't and were fucking in his office just like last time, it'd hardly make a difference to her. Just another exploit of Mynxie the Slut to spread around their isolated little community in the godforsaken North Pole. It didn't matter what a dick was connected to; elves, reindeer, or any other creature that sported a stiffie. She'd suck and fuck it until her Christmas turned white…

But her thoughts were interrupted as she felt the Foreman fall backward onto his ottoman, causing her to bounce up his long cock until only the bulbous head kept her from popping out. In mere moments the craft elf had spun her around before securing his grip on her thigh and neglected breast. "S-sir, you're getting too ro—OOH!" she hissed as his mouth latched onto her breast, thoroughly slathering the fat udder with his tounge as his other hand squeezed down. Such roughhousing was enough to trigger her climax, causing her cunt muscles to constrict his cock until his own release shot inside her.

Mynxie exhaled, feeling her bosses' grip relinquish its hold until she'd been been allowed to fall forward. She was hardly surprised that his cock stayed firmly planted inside her, and was even less shocked as the Foreman steeped back from the ottoman. With years of practice guiding her, the elven slut brought her knees together onto the dark green cushion whilst her hands instead reached further down to the carpet below. As she suspected, he'd given her just enough room to present her ass for him to start railing into her once more.

One particularly large jolt sent her neck flying up right into the finely trimmed Christmas Tree before her…


"I expect you back on the line at five o'clock sharp. And this time those ribbons better be fourteen inches EXACT, or I'm going to dock your pay." Her boss grunted as he plopped the cigar in his mouth. His subordinate didn't respond, opting instead to finish adjusting her breasts inside her too-small dress before stepping out into the cold. Once she'd slammed the door shut, the Foreman bought his hands to the back of his head and let out a deep, bellowing sigh of satisfaction.

He'd throw the girl a bone tomorrow and make sure she got the best scissors. It was about time for another visit with Vivian anyway…


Long and short is this is my tribute to the former smut cgi artist Mongo Bongo. It's pretty much all done and I'll post one chapter a day leading up to Christmas.