Naughty Christmas Characters Novels & Stories

At Christmastime, Greg was the star of the show, playing Santa Claus, with Willow as an elf. Greg had tried to get her to play Mrs. Claus, but she wanted no part of Mrs. Claus’s traditionally conservative (read: frumpy) fashion. As an elf, Willow felt she had more freedom with what she wore and designed her own costume. Greg didn’t care for this, either, but Willow didn’t know why. All the truly scandalous bits were covered, and the kids who came to visit Santa didn’t seem to care that her slim stomach, the lower parts of her ass cheeks, and shapely legs were on display. Neither did the aforementioned hot dads. The only people who seemed to have a problem with her elf costume were Greg and s

Tinsel shimmered in the dim light, the golden strands hanging from the pine garlands that lined the room. They cast soft glows on the polished wood of Santa’s desk, where a single red folder sat, the word “Naughty” stamped on the front in bold, red letters. Evie stared at it, swallowing hard as heat crept up her neck. This wasn’t how she’d expected her night to go.

I didn't sleep well. My dreams were a confused mess of legal contracts, masked men, and Adrian Black’s eyes staring at me through a screen. Thump. Thump. Something heavy landed on my stomach. Then, something sharp pricked my leg. "Tom! Jerry! Get off Mommy!" a small voice giggled. I cracked one eye open. My two rescue cats, Tom, a fat orange tabby, and Jerry, a scrawny black cat, were using me as a trampoline. And right in the middle of the feline wrestling match was Milo.

"Mama, look! Santa Claus is angry!" I laughed when Thalia pointed out the man dressed as Santa Claus and sitting on his big sleigh while taking pictures with the children. The person behind the santa costume looks so tired that he is scolding the children while they're taking pictures with him. "Baby, do you want to take a picture with Santa Claus?" She shook her head. "I don't want." "But why?" "He's mean!" she laughingly said, and then pulled me towards the corner of the chocolates shelves. "Mama! Buy me this one, please!"

He made fun of me as my cheeks burned from embarrassment. I sure hope I didn't pee on myself. The new Christmas song that was playing in the background now was "All I want for Christmas." by Mariah Carey. Santa Claus got on the bed again, teasing my clit with his slippery dick as he removed the soiled vibrator, stretching out his tongue to lick my release from it. "What do you want for this Christmas, girl?" He asked and I shut my eyes. "Your Cock, Santa Claus. Please ravish me hard." I pleaded as he continued to tease me down there, almost making me lose my mind.

The Christmas music in the background was a familiar song with the refrain "Let it snow, let it snow..." Beth sang, "Let it grow, let it grow..." She could see his cock trapped and bent down in his briefs. The tip was swollen and sticking out the leg hole of his underwear. A thin bead of precum was dripping down his hairy leg. "My, my Santa, it looks like such a big north pole you have. And there's a melting icicle dripping from it. mmmm." Beth licked her lips. "You're so naughty little girl. Naughty girls get sticks for Christmas." He teased her. His hands felt wonderful on her breasts. "Oh Santa Naughty girls get pricks not sticks. Long hard pricks."

"Christmas is always the usual costume. Santa on white beards, black huge belt, red coat and a red hat. Halloween is the real deal. You get to see the pumpkin head, the resurrection of Frankenstein and the dolls coming back to life. You even get to see witches flying on top of a broom while being chased by werewolves." "Who told you all of this?" "My teacher!" "What grade are you in, young lady?" "Sixth grade," the little girl replied. "Are you traveling alone?" She spoke directly to the little girl, looking deep into her eyes. She could discover that she was even more beautiful when one looked into her incredible little sapphire eyes, in fact they looked more like white diamonds. "I wasn't

Julia I stand back and watch Riley and Nina put the final touches on the Christmas tree, and then he pulls out a Christmas angel to sit on the top. "Would you like to put this on the top of the tree, Princess?" Nina is still bouncing on her toes. I swear the girl hasn’t stopped since she found out that we had the tree.

Arthur tells me. “What are your Christmas traditions?” Max asks; he’s finally back with us. “Ah, the Christmas spirit is designed for children. The joy of Christmas for adults is seeing the joy on the faces of the pack's pups. Every November, the adults come together to make an activity advent calendar for the pups. An example of this would be; on the 1st of the month, we decorate the pack land. On the 2nd, we hold our official secret Santa draw. On the 3rd, we write out our Christmas cards. On the 4th, we hold our Christmas fancy dress party, and we always put our Christmas trees up on the 13th. We include activities such as watching Christmas movies, Christmas cookie and cake baking, and a

No doubt, last night’s battle of the livers had surely left its share of casualties on the field. The property was littered with beer cans, food wrappers, and red plastic cups. For reasons unknown to me, the chapel had been made up with Christmas decorations, complete with a giant inflatable snowman and a plastic nativity set. The three wise men had been replaced with novelty inflatable sex dolls. They were all male models, with “realistic” chest hair, and each was wearing a Santa hat over his junk. The three of them lined up with their mouths open made them look as if they were saying, “Ho, Ho, Ho.” “What the baby Jesus happened after we left last night?” Clutch asked.