Santa Naughty List Novels & Stories

"Arike,are you heading out too?" "No,I won't be going anywhere today." I replied. "Okay..then you can help me with some work in the store." We started back into the house. "Okay,no problem ma." "I need to bring out the Christmas tree and some other decorations," Aunty Sade said. I breathed in and out heavily. "Christmas is here." "And the children wants to see Santa." "Who is going to be our Santa this year?" I asked. "Daniel is offers to help. He doesn't want us to hire someone to do it."

By the time Margaret and her mom left for the airport, Lauren learnt two things: Sophie had enough energy to power an entire city, and she clearly wasn’t thrilled about her temporary babysitter. “Why don’t you like Christmas?” Sophie asked, sitting cross-legged on the couch as Lauren sifted through her phone. “Don’t you have cartoons to watch?” Lauren replied, avoiding the question. Sophie ignored her. “Is it because you don’t have a tree?” “Something like that.” “That’s weird,” Sophie said. “Everyone likes Christmas.” “Not everyone,” Lauren muttered. Sophie tilted her head. “Did Santa forget you or something?” Lauren sighed. “Look, kid, I’m not a big fan of Santa actually so maybe? Let’s ju

"Oooh! Yes, yes! Santa’s Village! I forgot about that! Please, Mommy! They have Christmas lights and a big tree and elves and reindeers and—" Jake clapped his hands excitedly. "And hot chocolate!" I sighed dramatically. "Oh, so that’s what you all really want? Hot chocolate, huh?" "Noooo!" they all laughed, shaking their heads. Kate shoved the list into my hands. "Okay, Mommy! That’s the final list! Look!" I took the paper and read it aloud: Woodland Park Zoo Seattle Aquarium Seattle Great Wheel Space Needle Santa’s Village "Hmm… That’s quite a list," I chuckled. "Are you sure you would rather not add ‘Stay home and read books’ to the list?"

“Oh dear, Santa might need some coal in his stocking for that comment!” “I think Santa might want something else,” he replies with a mischievous grin, calling over Nick. “Hey, stop munching on all the cupcakes, Nick! Can you take little Miss Teeny here for a moment while her Mommy comes to sit on Santa's lap and tell him what she wants for Christmas?” Nick rolls his eyes but gently takes my daughter, while Zac pats his lap, inviting me. I shake my head playfully. “Nah, I think I might be a bit too old for Santa.”

Maya's Pov I woke up to someone jumping on my bed. Again. "Merry Christmas! Get up, get up, get up!" Sophie was worse than a five-year-old on Christmas morning. She wore pajamas with reindeer on them and a Santa hat that kept sliding off her head. "What time is it?" I groaned. "Seven. Come on, we open presents at seven thirty. Family tradition. No exceptions." She bounced out of my room, leaving me alone with my messy hair and complete lack of holiday cheer at this ungodly hour.

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."

She was thankful when Liam showed up to sit on Santa’s lap, their first customer of the day. Liam frowned as soon as he took a seat on Santa’s lap, his focus turning towards Molly. “This isn’t Santa,” he announced. He turned his face back towards Nicholas. “You’re not Santa. You're beard isn't real.” “Oh... um...” Molly stumbled when it came to explaining why Santa was different this year, not being prepared for the children to catch on so quick. At least Liam hadn't realized it was Nicholas yet. Nicholas motioned Liam closer. “You’re right, young man! My, how sharp you are!” He then lowered his voice to a conspiratorial whisper. “Would you like to know a Christmas secret? Would you be able

I nod, my throat croaking, “Yes, Santa.” He looks at me, his eyes expecting more. I bite my lip, finding my courage for the holidays. “Santa, please give me your dick for Christmas. I've been a good girl. It's all I ever wanted.” “I think you've been nice and naughty. Before Santa gives you your final present, Santa needs to see your little titties. He's been dying to find out what you've been hiding from daddy.” He leans forward, the scissors pressing between my breasts, severing the ribbon. My breasts burst outward the second the ribbon separates, the joyous bounce of their escape thrilling daddy Santa, causing him to laugh with glee.

"You sure do. It's Christmas eve and all our family and friends will be there, even Drew. We have a nice dinner and visit and then everybody goes home to wait for Santa to come." "Have you ever seen him?" "No, now that we're older he doesn't stop for us only for good little boys and girls. He has a list and he's checking it twice." "Oh, so that's why he never gave me anything. Because I was bad." "Wyatt, you were not and are not bad now. You lost your parents and have been alone. That's not bad, so I don't want to hear you saying you're bad to anyone, even yourself. You're not."

“Each of you will have an age group. I’ll tell you the pup’s name, you grab the gift, and hand it to me. The gifts will also be sorted in Alphabetical order.” “Oh. Well I can take the pictures.” “Thank you Molly.” “Pete, and I will keep everything in order “ Dad offered. “Chassy girl, I have a special job for you.” Joe said to me, and smiled. “What’s that?” I asked nervously. “The infants, and toddlers some times get scared of Santa. I need you to calm them enough to get their present, and picture.” “Oh ok. I can do that.” “Thank you.” “Joe, what do you do for the pups that are over 13?” Molly asked.