Blacking Your GF

The jingle bells above the door chimed for the thousandth time that day, and Holly, yes, her name was fucking Holly, five feet of fury with blonde curls, wanted to scream. The holiday season at Santa’s Workshop & More was always a special kind of retail hell, but this year? This year, she was pretty sure she’d signed away her soul to corporate Satan himself. The outfit was a crime against humanity: a short flared red “elf” dress with white fur trim that barely covered her ass, candy cane thigh-highs, candy red heels, and a choker with a fucking bell that jingled every time she so much as took a step. As for the earrings, orange pearls that dangled like tiny traffic lights, because nothing said “holiday cheer” like looking like a discount hooker from the North Pole. Holly jabbed at the touchscreen and looked up, glaring at the queue. The line stretched halfway to the back of the store. A writhing, groaning mob of entitled customers armed with coupons and complaints. A last-minute shopper lumbered up to the counter, his arms overflowing with random crap. Video games, dolls, sneakers, a purse, three different kinds of wrapping paper, and a garden gnome. He dumped it all onto the desk like he was feeding a woodchipper. Holly stared. “Sir, you do realize this isn’t a yard sale, right?” The man grinned. “Gotta get it all in one go, sweetheart!” She rolled her green eyes, scanning items as the line grew longer by the minute. Voices rose from further back. "Open another register!" "This is bullshit!" She finished, shoving his receipt at him. “NEXT!” A woman with a "speak-to-the-manager" bob stepped up to the counter, kid in tow, waving a sale tag on a pink sweater like courtroom evidence. The boy immediately whined, "Miss, can I have a candy cane?" “No.” “But…” “No!” The kid burst into tears. His mom shot Holly a glare. “You’re supposed to be nice!” Holly sighed dramatically, her choker jingling like a warning bell as she scanned. "Lady, I get paid minimum wage to dress like a slutty elf and listen to Jingle Bell Rock for the 87th time this week. My ‘nice’ expired three hours ago. That’ll be $39.99." The mom huffed. "Wait. This was on sale last week! The tag says it’s 50% off." Holly exhaled sharply. "The sale ended." "But the tag…" "Ended." "What about the spirit of the season?!" Holly's eye twitched. "What about the spirit of paying for your shit?" The woman gasped, clutching her pearls. "Such appalling language! I demand…" "What?" Holly snapped, voice cracking like a whip. "What do you demand, Karen? That I magic the sale back into existence? Or let me guess…" The woman’s eyes went wide, her mouth hanging open incredulously. "I demand to speak to your manager!" Holly’s last nerve shattered. She grabbed the PA microphone and bellowed, her voice echoing through the store, "NICK! TO THE REGISTERS. NOW." Cheers erupted from the line. Holly turned to see shoppers grinning and snickering, phones out. Holly was about to go viral. The kid pointed at her and giggled, "Mommy, the elf is mad." “Yeah,” Holly muttered, “the elf is fucking over it.” Nick St. Clair, or Santa Nick, as he insisted, strolled up to the register like he owned the place. Which, unfortunately for Holly, he did. Six feet tall, hair and beard dyed white to honor the jolly man himself, cocky smirk, his red suit was open to flaunt an athletic build. But Holly was quite sure the bulge in his pants was an overcompensating pillow. “Ho ho ho,” Nick drawled, clapping his hands together. “What’s the problem here, folks?” Holly crossed her arms, tits straining against the low neckline. “The problem is I’m not paid enough to deal with this circus. This outfit’s humiliating, the music’s torture, and these customers…” "Ah-ah-ah." Nick held up a gloved finger, cutting her off. "Now, Holly, it’s the holiday season. The season of giving. Of joy. Of goodwill toward men." His gaze flicked down to her cleavage, then back up, his smirk growing. "And yet, here you are, spreading anything but." The line erupted. “She’s rude!” “She called me a Karen!” “She won’t give me candy!” Nick tsked. “Now, that’s not very festive, is it?” He turned to the crowd and raised his voice just enough. “Folks, our elf here forgot the number-one rule: keep the North Pole magic alive. Looks like she needs a reminder from Santa himself.” Roars of approval. A man in line laughed, “Finally, some customer service!” A lady sneered, “Put her in her place, Santa!” Holly’s face burned. “Oh, fuck you all…” Nick's hand shot out, grabbing her wrist. "Now, now. The customer is always right." He yanked her from behind the counter and Holly stumbled in her heels. The crowd gathered in a broad circle as he dragged her to the store's center, inflatable snowmen standing witness to her humiliation as Nick took his seat. “Nick, let go, you asshole…” He spun her, bent her over his lap and flipped her dress up. Her bubble butt flashed in black hipsters emblazoned: "SPANK ME! I'm on Santa's Naughty List." Gasps. Laughter. Phones raised. “Oh my God,” Holly groaned, mortified. Nick chuckled. “Looks like someone’s been a very naughty elf this year.” He didn’t wait for a response. His hand cracked against her ass, the sound echoing through the store like a gunshot. Holly yelped, more from shock than pain. SMACK. SMACK. SMACK. “Count them, Holly,” Nick ordered, his voice dripping with amusement. “Fuck you!” she snapped. SMACK. “One!” She winces. SMACK. “Two!” SMACK. “Three!” The crowd chanted as her ass already started to show a touch of pink: "Naughty elf! Naughty elf!" Nick spanked her until her ass was Christmas red, then finally stopped. Holly was kicking her heels and gritting her teeth, trying to preserve what was left of her dignity, even as her face was red with rage and humiliation. Her voice was higher by the end. SMACK! “Forty-eight!” SMACK! Forty-nine! SMACK! Fifty! Nick finally stopped and Holly stood, rubbing her stinging ass through the fabric. "Now, Holly, are you ready to apologize to our valued customers?" Holly gritted her teeth. "Go to hell." Nick sighed, "Well. Since you’re still not getting into the spirit, maybe a big candy cane will cheer you up." He unbuckled. The crowd cheered. Holly tried to pull away, “Nick, this isn’t funny…” “On your knees, little ho ho ho.” Holly hesitated, every eye was on her, phones recording. "Ugh, fine!" Then she sank to the tile. His cock sprang free. Ten thick, veiny, throbbing inches. Holly’s eyes widened, mouth watering despite herself. "Holy shit." Mariah Carey's "All I Want for Christmas Is You" started blaring for the fourth time that day. Holly gave an annoyed moan and bit her lip, “Perfect timing…” She decided to reclaim some control with a little bit of teasing. Her tongue darted out, tracing the tip slowly. Another lick. The crowd oohed, Nick's breath hitched. I don't want a lot for Christmas… There is just one thing I need… She kissed along the shaft, red lips leaving glossy marks. She set the pace, swirling her tongue around the head before stroking the shaft and sucking on his heavy “Santa sack”. I just want you for my own More than you could ever know She gave a long lick from base to tip and then took him into her mouth, bobbing her pretty pointy-eared head. Nick threw his head back with pleasure and groaned. The crowd leaned in. Holly looked up at him mischievously, slapping the bulbous head on her tongue. Make my wish come true All I want for Christmas is you The song picks up with the bouncy rhythm and sound of the jingle bells, Nick’s hand fisting her golden curls as he smacks her face with his hefty manhood. It spanned the length of her face. “You are such a brute.” “Open wide,” Nick ordered. Holly glared up at him, “You’ve got to be—GLUCK!” The plum-shaped head smashed through her pout, hitting her throat and the bell on her choker jingled in rhythm with Mariah’s sleigh bells. Someone pushes through the crowd, “Hey, I just got here. What’s going…” I don't want a lot for Christmas There is just one thing I need (and I) SLURP! JINGLE! DROOL! JINGLE! GAG! JINGLE! GLUCK! JINGLE! Holly’s eyes watered. The bell on her choker jingled in sync with the music, a parody of holiday cheer. Her red lipstick smeared in messy rings around his shaft, marking her “progress” as she took him deeper. The crowd cheered as Nick pummelled her face. Tears rolled, mascara smudging and her hands found his thighs to steady herself while the shoppers egged him on. “Make her choke!” “Fuck her face, Santa!” “Elf abuse!” I just want you for my own More than you could ever know Nick grinned, holding Holly’s hair back, the irritable sales assistant closing her eyes in acceptance of her punishment. “That’s it. Take it like a good little elf.” COUGH! JINGLE! GLARG! JINGLE! GHK! JINGLE! OGK! JINGLE! Holly’s throat was raw. Her nose ran. Her full lips stretched around the comically thick cock. She tried to pull back, but Nick held her still. A woman sighed, “Poor girl. That cock is much too large for her.” Oh-oh, all the lights are shining so brightly everywhere (so brightly, baby) And the sound of children's laughter fills the air (oh, oh, yeah) AGKH! JINGLE! UGH! JINGLE! HORK! JINGLE! SPLORCH! JINGLE! Nick’s grip tightened, his breaths coming faster. Holly’s vision blurred, her lips swollen. And then. “FUCK!” Nick growled and slammed home. Holly’s eyes opened and rolled back as she took him balls-deep, his cock pulsing hard as he emptied his “gift” down her throat. Thick. Salty. Endless. Holly’s throat worked, swallowing around him. A man smirked, “Definitely a white Christmas for her!” All I want for Christmas is you, baby All I want for Christmas is you, baby GULP… GULP… GULP… GULP… GULP… GULP… The crowd exploded in cheers. Holly’s cheeks hollow as Nick withdraws his cock, her lips releasing the head with a satisfying, wet POP! Holly collapsed back on her heels, gasping. She coughed, her throat destroyed, her chest heaving. Holly stared up at him, her mouth hanging open with equal parts submission and disbelief, spit and cum stretching from her bottom lip to his cock in a glistening bridge. Snot leaked from one nostril, a glistening bubble in the other, her crying face a beautiful wreck as she caught her breath. Nick zipped up, smirking. “Now… is there something you’d like to say to everyone?” “Okay, okay! You win.” Holly wiped her mouth, her voice a hoarse rasp. “I… I’m really sorry, everyone. For my attitude.” The store roared. Nick offered her a hand, helping her up as she muttered, “I quit.” The boss just smirked. “No, you don’t because you’re a broke college student.” He leaned down, his voice a whisper. “Besides. Don’t think I didn’t notice that wet spot on your panties.” Holly’s cheeks burned hotter than her spanked ass. The crowd dispersed, some patting her on the back, others snickering as they walked away. “Go get yourself cleaned up and after closing, I’ll let you sit on Santa’s lap." Nick chuckled, "Oh, what fun it is to ride.” Holly wanted to slap him. She wanted to scream. She wanted to burn this store to the ground. But she just rolled her eyes with a snarl and quipped back, "Guess I’m so nice, Santa’s coming twice." Because he was right. She was a broke college student. And fuck, her pussy was throbbing.