Santa Puppeteer Novels & Stories

Jacob’s POV “Quiet! Last look… everything’s set… and… ACTION!” “Ho–ho–hooo, merry fucking Christmas. Who’s been a naughty little elf this year? Mama Claus got a sack full of surprises, but only if you unwrap me first.” “Santa, I’ve been dumped and down, but seeing you? My cock just went full North Pole and I’m about to split your chimney wide open.” The director flashed a quick thumbs-up signalling a Perfect start.

I reminded him, though my own resolve was quickly crumbling as his finger drew circle on my exposed thighs. He cocked his head, his grin widening. "Who’s Cole? I’m Santa," he corrected, his tone dead serious as he sounds disappointed. "Then Santa," I said, my voice dropping a bit low, "you need to stop groping my breasts. It’s wrong." I slapped his hands away as they wandered higher up my body.

His mouth hung open like Santa was ten feet tall. Santa ho-ho-ho’d with exactly the kind of laugh only Ryker could pull off when he wasn’t trying. “Well, well, well,” he said, setting the giant Santa sack down. “I’ve heard there’s a good little boy in this home.” Storm shot his hand in the air. “ME!” he squealed. The room erupted in laughter. Santa knelt to Storm’s level, the bells on his boots jingling. Mrs. Claus (Mom, trying not to laugh) placed a hand behind Storm and kissed the top of his head.

he continued, “I had to act fast. I took the weakest son, him, to Savannah. She is my friend, the oldest and most powerful witch alive.” “For him to survive,” Lucas went on, “I had to fully bind his wolf and let him live among humans, just like them. To do that, we paused his growth. He remained a baby for eleven years before being released into the world. In human years, he is twenty-seven, and he will remain that way.” For the first time in my life, goosebumps covered my skin. The things he had done. The lengths he went to just to preserve power. I had always known Lucas was ruthless, but this… this was beyond cruelty. This was an obsession disguised as leadership. The acts of a powerful s

She says to me, “Juniper,” Dante's husky voice sounds and I look up, blinking at him and wondering what he wants this time. “Do you want anything in particular for Christmas?” Yes, for you to leave me alone! I wish that was the truth. What I want is quite the opposite. As much as I try to deny it, I love having him all over me, I love the way he worships my body and that is all I want for Christmas. I want this hot Alpha daddy for Christmas.

I hope the sight of his fluffy white beard won’t scare her. “Hi there, sweet Clementine! Would you like to come sit on Santa’s lap?” he asks, extending his large, welcoming hands toward her. To my surprise, she immediately reaches for him, maybe she knows it is her dad beneath the costume… and I allow him to lift her, gently placing her on his leg. I step aside to give them space for the photo. “Smile, Teeny!” Once the picture is snapped, he gives her a slight bounce, his voice taking on a softer, warmer tone. “So, teeny Clementine, all dressed up like a Christmas princess… don’t you just look adorable?”

The pullover is a perfect fit on chest and arm and only the Let It Snow logo looks in any way out of place. As he moves, James, Richard and Larry unfreeze, donning their joke-wear. All sit, refusing to meet each other's eyes. Finally, Richard says, "Well, at least we know the worst is over." Mitch's mouth twitches and she whips something from her pocket, aiming at him: a small control panel. She squeezes a button and Santa's nose starts flashing in time to the tune of Deck The Halls With Boughs Of Holly... Charlotte and Beth both crease up laughing. Mitch extends the controls again to James and his sweater bleeps out Rudolph The Red-Nosed Reindeer, then Michael's bursts into Frosty The Snowm

Anna flung at him and he laughed. He gave her a big gift box wrapped with a red shiny wrapper. She beamed at him. He went towards Anav who was staring at him with a grin and twinkling eyes in Pamela aunt's arms. Santa gave him another present. Anav smiled while taking it and started scratching the wrap with his hands and then tried to eat it by licking. That Santa man came to me and held his hand out to me saying with a heavy voice, "Hello, Merry Christmas miss. This is for you." He gave me a gift. I blinked up at him.

“This can’t be real.” The man — who was either Santa or a very convincing look-a-like Santa burglar — grinned and held up my lavender panties by the tiny string and said, “The note said there was something sweet for me…well, ho, ho, ho, I’m here to collect!” This could either be one amazing night of fantasy come true, or a nightmare. I licked my lips. “Prove you’re Santa,” I dared. Santa tossed his red cap and began unbuttoning his thick fur-lined jacket. “And how would like me to do that, my sweet?”

Parker exclaimed. “But how is that possible?” Ryder demanded, “he can’t be a different person every year, can he?” “Actually he can.” Paisley corrected, “Daddy explained it to me once. He said that Santa is so busy in the North Pole getting ready for Christmas, that he just doesn’ have the time to visit every city in the world aforehand to find out what everyone wants, or even to read all the letters on his own. So he has thousands of helpers who go out and collect the letters and dress up like him to find out what pups want for Christmas!”