Christmas Santa Claus Inflatable Novels & Stories

"We'll be visiting the neighboring pack tomorrow, so remember to prepare a few extra gifts." "Got it." Mom came over after drying her hands. "And after that, why don't we make the trip over to the alpine hot springs? I heard it's wonderful there right now." "Sure. I'll see if I can get us a room." Mom and Dad eagerly discussed the rest of the family's Christmas plans—where to visit, what fun to have, and what to buy. I happily flitted around them, desperately wanting to tell them that I wanted to go with them, but no sound came from my parted lips.

“Then you’re gonna take exactly what you asked for, you filthy little Mrs. Claus.” I spread my legs wide without being told, the tiny red skirt riding up to my waist, exposing my bare pussy completely. I was already soaked—had been since I put the outfit on—and my clit throbbed visibly under his gaze. My nipples poked hard through the cutouts, begging for attention. Mark looped the Santa belt around my throat like a makeshift collar, buckling it just tight enough that I felt the pressure with every breath. He tugged on it lightly, forcing my head up so I had to meet his eyes.

She was starting to appreciate that she liked to be in charge more than was good for him or her. “I like that; that’s really you," he breathed in sudden amusement. “Add some fur, and you could be a very cute female Santa Claus." “No fur, please,’ she replied, then queried, ‘Do you have Santa Claus in Chicago?” He smirked. "Yes, and he comes in the New Year with a female, almost naked sidekick,” Dave told her. “But you can celebrate Christmas any way you want while you’re with me.”

"So when you told Hayley that you know where she can help children out, you mean an orphanage?" "Yes, exactly!" Korina giggled like a child. And now that I knew her a tad bit better…I didn’t feel as threatened for having her near Hayley any longer. "Miss Korina," Hayley called out to her, thankfully joining the conversation because as okay as I was to talk to a stranger, I wasn’t very good at making awkward small talk. "Yes, honey?" Korina turned her entire attention to Hayley. "What do you think I'll be getting for Christmas?” Hayley asked without hesitation. “Miss Kathleen says Santa Claus would visit me and that he likes cookies and milk. Has he ever visited you before?"

Neither of them had ever said the words—they would only be throwing gasoline-soaked kindling on the flame—but she felt it every moment they spent together. Tessa tugged the door open. Zy stood there with a pointy, jingle-ball hat, a jaunty grin, and a Santa suit unlike any she’d ever seen, complete with an open jacket and tight red pants. The look was way more hot man abs than ho ho ho. “Merry Christmas, baby. You want to sit on Santa’s lap and tell me if you’ve been a good girl? Or are you on the naughty list?” She giggled. “Oh, my gosh. That’s what you’re wearing?”

Macy’s employees had dressed as clowns, cowboys and sword-wielding knights and cavorted with each other and the audience to the festive holiday tunes played by the marching bands. A menagerie of animals on loan from the Central Park Zoo had added a circus-like atmosphere to the general excitement until finally, bringing up the rear of the parade was a float bearing the guest of honor. Santa Claus had waved from his reindeer-driven sleigh on top of a mountain of ice and it was absolutely the most spectacular moment of the parade for every child there.

“I take it that things are going well?” Zoe nodded. “We made the right choice hiring Katie. Her ideas are phenomenal. I mean, seriously, we are going to have the best festival ever.” “But it doesn’t even have a holiday theme,” Ruby complained. “It’s on Christmas Eve—it should at least be somewhat festive.” “All of these ideas can be adapted,” Katie said. “The balloon artist can make things like reindeer, stars, dreidels, or anything else that someone might like.” “Okay,” Ruby said. “But what about the clown doing magic tricks by the canopy?”

I reached down and fingered my swollen and aching clit, nearly sobbing as the sensations crashed into one another, forcing me to cum over and over. Santa shouted to the ceiling, so loud in fact, I bet his reindeer shifted uneasily on the roof at the sound, and with one final thrust, filled me up with a full load of sweet Santa spooge. “Uhhhh,” he groaned as he withdrew. I collapsed and rolled to my back. Santa wiped at the beads of sweat along his hairline and exhaled a long, deep breath. His cheeks were extra rosy and his belly heaved from the exertion.

she declared, her little face lighting up as we passed by another home decked out with twinkling lights and an inflatable snowman. "We'll have to see what Santa can do," I teased, tapping her nose with a smile. The sound of carolers in the distance added to the magical Christmas atmosphere, their voices sweet and full of cheer, the scent of pine and cinnamon in the air. As we rounded the corner, the soft glow of string lights led us to the heart of the Christmas carnival. I hadn’t realized there was a carnival happening tonight, but Arabella’s eyes widened at the sight of the Ferris wheel, stalls selling hot cocoa, and children laughing as they ran from one game to another. It was festive, c

However, I must admit this one display caught my eye for a very different reason. I take in the white-lighted reindeer dangling from a lighted tree containing what is left of Santa’s sleigh. A trail of red lights falls from the reindeer’s head and pools in freshly fallen snow. I have never seen a Christmas massacre and I doubt I ever will again. It is marvelous. I laugh because I honestly can't help myself. For once, humanity surprised me. I say out loud, “God, I'd love to meet the person behind this.” A lady wearing a dark woolen cloak with flaming red hair asked, “What would you say to the creator?”