Beth had always been a little bit different from other kids growing up. While they were content with playing video games or scrolling through social media all day, Beth dreamed of something more magical. She wanted to be an elf at the North Pole.

Every year, when Christmas decorations started popping up in stores, Beth would get more and more excited. She'd spend hours imagining what it would be like to live at the North Pole. Her room was plastered with pictures of jolly old Saint Nick, each one making her feel a little bit closer to her dream.

Most of all, Beth loved the idea of being part of something bigger than herself. She felt like she could make a real difference as an elf, helping to bring joy to the world. And besides, who wouldn't want to work for the most wonderful man in the world?

As Christmas drew near, Beth knew that this year was her chance to become one of Santa's elves. She had read every book she could find on Elven etiquette and customs. Once she was sure that she could learn no more, Beth set off to the North Pole to fulfill her lifelong dream.

Walking through the snowy streets of Santa’s Village, Beth couldn't help but feel a sense of wonder. The buildings were all decked out in festive lights and the air was filled with the scent of cookies baking. She followed the main street until she came to a huge building with a sign that read "Santa’s Workshop."

Beth took a deep breath and stepped inside. She found herself in a small plain looking lobby, not at all what she had expected. Sitting behind a desk was a male elf, wearing a green suit and a pointed hat, staring intently at a monitor and tapping away on a keyboard.

"Whadda you want?" he asked grouchily.

"Um, I, um…" Beth stuttered taken aback by his rudeness as she thought all elves were jolly and friendly. “I want to be an elf," she finally spat out.

The elf looked her up and down. “Yeah, not happening toots. Go away,” he grumbled returning his attention to the computer.

Beth was distraught that her dream would end with this grumpy elf. But then she remembered something her mom had told her: "If you want something badly enough, you have to be willing to do anything to get it."

Beth loudly cleared her throat to get the elf’s attention. When he looked up, she lifted her red Christmas sweater exposing her boobs.

Now that she had his full attention, Beth asked, “What do I need to do to get inside?”

The elf’s eyes widened and a smirk appeared on his lips at the sight of Beth’s large naked breasts.

“Tell ya what, girlie,” the elf answered with a sneer, “suck my cock and I’ll get ya in to see the big guy.”

Beth shrugged her shoulders and pulled off her sweater, dropping it onto the floor. She made her way around the desk to find that the elf had already removed his tights. She gasped as she took in the sight — how could such a diminutive creature possess such a surprisingly large penis?

Beth got on her knees in front of him and tentatively took his cock in her hand. She wasn’t really experienced, but she was determined to do whatever it took to achieve her dream. She swirled her tongue around the tip before taking him into her mouth. As she began to bob her head up and down, the elf let out a low moan of pleasure.

"That's it, you naughty girl," he growled, grabbing a fistful of her hair. "Show me how badly you want to be an elf."

She gagged as he fucked her face, but pressed on driven by her lifelong ambition. After several minutes of enthusiastic sucking, she felt the elf tense up.

With a grunt he exploded, filling her mouth with peppermint flavored cum. Beth struggled to swallow it all, some of the sticky fluid dribbling down her chin. When she had licked him clean, the elf pulled up his tights with a satisfied sigh.

"Not bad… for a human," he said, tossing her a visitor's badge. "Mrs. Claus' office is down the hall, third door on the left. She'll decide if you're elf material or not."

Wiping her mouth, Beth retrieved her sweater and made herself presentable. She pinned on the badge with trembling fingers and set off down the hallway, her heart pounding with excitement. This was her chance — she was going to meet Mrs. Claus.

“Well, hello my dear,” Mrs. Claus cheerfully greeted Beth as she entered her office. Mrs. Claus was a kind-looking woman with a warm smile and sparkling blue eyes who smelled of Christmas sugar cookies. “Hermey called ahead and told me you wanted to become an elf.”

“Yes ma’am, more than anything in the world,” Beth beamed.

Mrs. Claus looked at her sympathetically, “I am sorry, my dear, but it’s not possible for humans to become elves and work in the workshop.” Tears came to Beth’s eyes. “But,” Mrs. Claus continued, “I do need someone who would be willing to ride along with Santa and blow and fuck him throughout the night. See, my hubby gets very horny on his journey. He used to just fuck the single mothers, but last year there was an incident with an ex-husband and… well, it doesn’t really matter. The point is, Santa needs to cum several times over the course of the evening to keep up his Christmas spirit. If you are willing, we have a position for you at the North Pole.”

Beth was overjoyed, “Absolutely Mrs. Claus, I would be more than happy to be Santa’s cum slut.”

And with that, Beth joined Santa on his magical journey, sucking and fucking him all through the night fulfilling her dream of bringing joy to the world.