Naughty Christmas Characters Novels & Stories

"I just realized I haven't bought them a puppy yet. Sorry about that, but, got so depressed at what happened when we last met…" "It's ok. There's still tomorrow…" "But it won't be Christmas then. I still have half an hour until midnight. And I think I know just the thing." In just a few moments, the twins were squealing excitedly and laughing delightedly at the gigantic black "puppy" that was willing to play, romp and give them piggyback rides. Finally, all the twins' wishes for Christmas were now complete. Merry Christmas, dear reader… See you this New Year!

His cheeks were extra rosy and his belly heaved from the exertion. I didn’t care what anyone said; Santa was fucking sexy! I crawled to Santa and gently slipped his sticky cock in my mouth, tasting myself and his cum on my tongue. I bathed him clean, sucking his rod sweetly until he patted my head with an approving smile. “Naughty and nice…my favorite kind of girl,” he murmured with a hearty chuckle. I pulled away and wiped at my mouth, wishing he’d fuck me again but I knew he had a big job to do and there were plenty of other naughty girls waiting for him.

If only they knew how much she hated it. Sometimes, she wished she could be allowed to go out, have fun with her friends, party just like teenagers do but she knew her father was not going to allow it. It was like a dream come true when her father informed her that she would be attending the Christmas party she's been invited to, at least it would give her an opportunity to make some friends. "Dad is just too protective, I'm not a baby anymore" she muttered Her thoughts were disturbed by a light knock on her door.

Slowly, I got to my knees on the chill floor while my hands were behind tied. ‘Good boy,’ she grated, a smirk on her lips. ‘Now get naked. Slowly. Show me what a thief gets.’ My face grew hot, but I complied: One-handed was doing the job of unbuttoning my shirt, which then slipped down. Shoes off, then socks. Down went pants, kicked to one side. Underwear were the last to go. I stood naked, with a cock already half-hard from embarrassment. She did a slow turn around me, her heels echoing. 'Count what you stole,' she told me, taking a wooden ruler from the counter. 'Eight. That's eight spanks on your butt.'

Felix walked out of the room also still naked making me throw my hands in the air as he walked over to me by the bed. He lifted the box looking horrified at the contents of it leaving me Axel in wonder. I looked into the box as excitement took over, then Axel joined in but he was only laughing hysterically. "These are so CUTE! I've always seen the humans do this cute little trend on christmas wearing matching Christmas Pjs this is so perfect!" I picked up the cute Pj's lifting them up, they had thoughs little Debbie christmas cakes all over them with snowflakes and snowman, the pj's themselves were all white.

Sable Christmas Eve settled over the clubhouse louder than any holiday had a right to. Someone had dragged in a cedar that looked like it had been bullied out of the desert and forced into seasonal participation, and now it stood in the corner of the common room sagging beneath mismatched ornaments, colored lights, and enough tinsel to qualify as a fire hazard. Bryce had declared the crooked angel on top “punk rock,” which earned him a threat from Hannah involving a serving spoon and his kneecaps. Charlie laughed so hard she nearly dropped a tray of cookies, and half the men in the room pretended they weren’t enjoying the whole thing as much as they were.

Christmas was looming, yet somehow, it didn't feel quite as festively joyful as it had other years. "I told you," I muttered, not turning around. "I'm fine. Just. it's a lot. The holidays. Everything. Hazel, the house. Your mom." Jaxon let out a deep sigh as he stepped inside and carefully closed the door behind him. "I understand. It's a lot for you." A beat later, he strolled over to where I was standing, his voice now low. "I want you to know, though, that I'm not doing this to make anything harder. I just want to give Hazel the best Christmas possible.

"True, Santa might grant your wishes, based on how good you’ve been the whole year. But it doesn’t end there. If you want Santa to visit your house, you'll need to bake him cookies and give him a glass of milk as well. You'll also have to wait all night so that you can catch a glimpse of him on his way down the chimney..." Hayley frowned, her cheeks puffing out stubbornly. "I won't do any of that. I don't need any of that. Once Santa hears my wish, he will not refuse me." "Oh, yeah?" I raised a brow at her. "And what's your wish that cannot be refused? You know Santa doesn't like children who are naughty throughout the year. Have you been a good kid, Hayley?" "A few times…I was naughty.” Hay

As she unwrapped the layers of red wrapping paper, a delicate and alluring ensemble emerged before her eyes. There, nestled within the box, was a red lacy bra, a matching red thong, and a net kimono. Vivian couldn't deny their beauty and craftsmanship, yet she felt conflicted about their significance. The intimate nature of the gift made her reflect on her past experiences with Ted and the complicated feelings that still lingered.

All I want is something, anything that will act like a distraction, anything that will shield me from those men. Looking back, I cursed under my breath when I noticed them chasing after me. “What the fuck is their deal?” Why are they acting as if I stole their Christmas present? I cringed at the word Christmas. Let’s just say I have the worst experience when it comes to Christmas. Growing up, I used to think that Santa Claus is actually real, that he actually dropped gifts every Christmas Eve. Imagine the disappointment of a seven years old when she found Santa Claus bleeding out on their porch, only that it wasn’t actually Santa, but my father Mr. Fordd Smith.