'Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the town, not a creature was stirring... except for the rowdy crowd at the Wynter Tavern. Inside, jolly patrons drank beer and shot pool, their cheeks flushed from the fireplace and spirits. Among them sat a mysterious woman in a red velvet dress - Mrs. Claus herself.

Slipping away whilst Santa was out on his rounds, a hall pass each year, her eyes wandered around the room, lingering on the rough and handsome faces of the men folk. A naughty smile played at her lips as she reached down and slowly hiked up her skirt, revealing soft, creamy thighs. The tavern's patrons were too merry to notice the scandalous display... maybe for now.

With a smirk, Mrs. Claus slid her fingers into the waistband of her panties and began inching them down. She moved slowly and deliberately, teasing everyone with tantalising glimpses of her curvy hips and bare bottom. A few men caught on to what was happening and stared in awe as more of that sexy red dress came into view.

Finally, she let the panties drop to her ankles, stepping out of them, flicking them discreetly under the table. Mrs. Claus sat back with a satisfied grin, knowing that her bare pussy was hidden just beneath the hem of her skirt, ready for any adventurous soul to discover...

It wasn't long before the first brave lad made his way over, pretending to stumble into her on his way to the bar. As he reached out to steady himself against the table, Mrs. Claus shifted in her seat, letting him catch a glimpse of silky thighs and smooth lips through the gap in her dress.

"Oh my," he chuckled, feigning surprise even as his eyes roamed hungrily over her exposed flesh. "How clumsy of me, please don’t put me on the naughty list." He knelt down and planted a lingering kiss on Mrs. Claus's hand before sliding his own under the tablecloth...

The other men took notice as he began rubbing her thigh with enthusiastic strokes. They watched the bulge in his trousers grow and shift as he moved closer, disappearing under the table for a better look at what Mrs. Claus had to offer. Mrs. Claus slid her chair back to allow for the other men starting to take notice to see her better. The lad under the table grabbed the inside of her legs, forcing them apart, exposing her pussy to everyone. They watched his face start to devour her; soon, more brave fellows joined him. The crowding grew around and all took turns sliding their hands under her dress to grope and caress.

Mrs. Claus moaned and gasped with delight as they explored her body, fingers probing her wet slit and teasing her swollen clit. Her juices flowed freely, coating their digits and marking where she sat. The tavern grew louder with lewd comments as more and more men discovered the naughty elf's secret...

Soon enough, Mrs. Claus was up on a pool table, legs spread wide for all to see. Her pussy throbbed and ached with desire, desperate for something thick and hard to fill it up. As if reading her mind, one handsome brave young gentleman stepped forward and began undoing his belt.

"I think Santa's little helper needs a special Christmas present," he growled, freeing his thick dick from his trousers. "Let me start unwrapping you." And with that, he plunged his lovely cock deep into Mrs. Claus's waiting pussy, making her cry out as it entered and began to stretch her.

The rest of the night was a blur of grunts, moans and the wet slapping of flesh on flesh as the men took turns fucking Mrs. Claus and filling her with Christmas spirit. She came again and again, her pussy milking each cock dry before another eager participant stepped up to replace it. By the time dawn broke, the naughty elf was covered in cum and completely exhausted - but oh so satisfied...

With a contented smile, Mrs. Claus stumbled out into the chilly morning air, adjusting her red velvet dress and pulling her panties back up. Her body ached in all the right places, and she could still feel the warmth of cum dripping down her thighs. A light dusting of snow covered the ground, and she revelled in its coolness against her flushed skin.

The town was quiet now, hushed under a blanket of silence that only broke occasionally by the sound of distant birds chirping or the faint clanking of shutters being closed. The bells from the church tower chimed lazily as they announced the start of a new day. It was Christmas morning.