Babs Claus, Santa’s latest wife, was horny. It was two weeks before Christmas, and her husband hadn’t touched her for a month. He was too involved with production schedules, product development, and in producing a world’s worth of toys by Christmas.

But Babs was young and vital, recently arrived at the North Pole, and she had needs. The ache in her loins was palpable. She peered through the doorway to her husband’s office, watching him hunched over his laptop, scrolling through spreadsheets of production data, invoices, and other documents.

She put on a big smile and sauntered over to Santa. Putting her arms around his neck from behind, and pressing her boobs up against his back, she whispered in his ear. “Kris, baby. Why don’t you take a break. I need you between my legs.”

But Santa didn’t even take his eyes from the computer screen. “Be off, woman! It’s almost Christmas. There will be time for that later!” He continued scrolling and reading his laptop screen.

Babs straightened up and pouted. Her pussy needed some action. She needed to get his attention. She walked across the room and stared out the window. Then she had an idea.

She pulled off her top and bra. Her breasts, firm and full, jiggled slightly. She watched them bounce in the reflection of the window. Yes, very nice, she thought.

She went back to the desk. In a firm voice, she said, “Kris!”

Santa swiveled in his chair to face her. She wiggled her boobs at him seductively, and lifted them in her hands. “What do you think of these, baby? They could use some loving.”

Santa stared for a moment or two, then said, “My God! Thanks for the reminder! We still have to get the bottle-sucking doll line into production. Thanks, darling.” And he turned back to his computer and started to sketch a Gantt chart.

“Hmph!” said Babs. She paced the room, thinking furiously. Then she had it. She removed all her clothes except for her high heels. Her nipples were stiff in the crisp air. She closed her eyes and thought about her husband’s gigantic cock, and how wonderful it felt in her pussy. She started to slowly rub her slit until her lips blossomed. She walked back to the desk, spread her legs a bit, and slid a middle finger up and down her crack.

“Kris!”

Santa swiveled again. “What do you think, baby? My pussy is all wet for you. I need your big fat cock. How about taking a half-hour break?”

Santa stared at her wide-open pussy, and smelled her womanly musk. It reminded him of something he had almost forgotten. “Of course! I completely forgot about the Weeping Kitty-Cat toy! We’ve got to open up another line in Building 57!” He whirled back to his keyboard and began firing off texts to his supervisors.

Babs turned away, almost defeated. Almost. Fingering her pussy had made her hornier than ever! Now she really needed to be fucked. She glanced around the room, hoping for inspiration. And there it was! A large-sized candy cane, ten inches long and a full inch in diameter. She quickly unwrapped it and started seductively sucking on it. She walked back to the desk, her high heels clacking on the floor.

“Kris!”

He swiveled once again. Babs stared him in the eyes and sucked on the candy cane, slurping and licking it erotically. “You know how I love to suck, baby. I like candy, but I like sucking your dick even more. C’mon, take a break with me.”

Santa stared, watching her mouth and lips and tongue obscenely worshiping the candy cane. Then he slapped himself in the forehead. “I almost forgot! The Easy Bake hot dog cooker! We haven’t even finished the prototypes yet.” He swirled back to his keyboard and opened up a CAD program.

Babs burst into tears and ran from the room, her high heels clacking and her boobs jiggling all the way to her bedroom. She threw herself onto the bed and had a good cry. “Doesn’t he love me anymore? Doesn’t he find me attractive?” She sobbed into the pillow for ten minutes.

Then she sat up, determined. “I need some cock. If my husband will not fulfill his marital duties, I will find someone who will.” She put on a long fluffy robe and tied the sash in the front. She didn’t bother with a coat. The nearest factory building was just across the street.

She stormed out of the house and toward Building 38 where the choo-choo trains were being produced. She strode quickly through the lobby, leaving the reception elf staring at her, and out onto the shop floor.

She glanced around the room. She saw rows and rows of long tables, with elves sitting all along, working furiously at producing enough choo-choos for Christmas. Babs scanned the aisles for the elf she wanted, a supervisor named Newton. Then she saw him, off to the side, writing something on a clipboard. Newton was tall for an elf; almost as tall as a man. And he was definitely handsome and well-built.

Babs strode up to Newton, and tapped him on the shoulder. He looked up and his jaw dropped. “Babs! You shouldn’t have come here. We said we were going to be discreet!”

“Never mind that. Come with me. I need it now.”

“You know I can’t leave my post! It’s two weeks till Christmas!”

Wordlessly, Babs untied the sash of her robe and opened it wide. Her boobs jiggled at a slight movement of her shoulders. Her feet were spread and her knees slightly bent, showing her moist, partially open pussy and semi-tumescent clit. Her legs looked amazing in her high heels.

Newton grabbed his walkie-talkie from his belt. “Lorna, I’m going to be out of the shop for half an hour.” Babs glared at him. “Make that an hour.”