Christmas Santa Claus Inflatable Novels & Stories

Ava chatted about school with Darla Hale, Uncle Cole's daughter, and Jamie fought over the largest piece of roast venison with Declan Hale, Uncle Cole's son. The Christmas feast covered the entire table. Everything from the roast venison to the mulled wine and the gingerbread house was a reminder of the festive occasion, which celebrated the warmth of being with one's family. They raised their glasses, wishing each other a Merry Christmas. The smiles had already returned to every face. It was as if my disappearance had been nothing more than a small footnote of the night. I hovered by the table, watching them with a hollow feeling in my heart. I was already dead—frozen solid out in the sub-z

Lowering myself to her level, I held her shoulders gently and brushed a strand of hair from her face. “No,” I said softly. “No, honey. You just had a nightmare. That’s all.” She didn’t look convinced. “Mummy has no reason to hurt Daddy,” I added quickly. “I’ll be back soon. And guess what? We’re spending Christmas here with Grandma and Uncle Elliot.” Her face lit up instantly. “Yeah.” “I’m just going to get a few things for Christmas,” I said. “I’ll be back.” I turned away before she could ask anything else.

he breathes softly. I push my pajamas pants down my legs and step out of them, leaving me in just my panties. They’re plain black cotton, but right now they’re soaked through, a dark patch spreading across the fabric from my pussy wetness. I hook my thumbs into the waistband. “You want these off too?” I ask. He nods quickly. “Yes. Please.” Grinning widely, I slide my panties down my legs and kick them aside. Now I’m completely naked in front of Santa Claus.

The first snow of the season came early that year. Light flakes drifted across the BuyMore parking lot, clinging to windshields and dusting the large inflatable Santa someone (probably Marcus) had unboxed a week too early. It wasn’t enough to stick, but it was enough to make everything feel softer—like the world was settling into something gentler for a while. Inside the store, it was holiday madness in full swing. Red and green banners were taped to every aisle end. A playlist of aggressively cheerful carols played on loop. There were twinkling lights on register counters, glittering snowflakes hanging from the ceiling, and a mysterious bowl of unwrapped peppermints that no one would admit

“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?”

There is white fur around all hems and to top it all of a Christmas hat and some red lipstick and mascara then I'm done. A knock comes at the door as I place my earrings on, "come in!" Mr Clause struts in with all his glory. Instead of buttoning up his shirt he left it open allowing me to admire his toned torso and tattoos, the way his muscles ripple with each breath and move has me thinking of things no Mrs Clause should. "Is Santa allowed to be naughty on Christmas night?" He asks, I giggle and walk up to him. "So long as the workshop is still buzzing with life, Mrs Clause cannot allow, unfortunately," I sigh slipping my hands under the cloth over his shoulders.

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.