Santa Thief Novels & Stories

I’ve never seen so much money in one place in my entire life. My watch vibrates and I look down. My heart jumps to my throat when I realize I’ve only got three minutes left. Without stopping to think or count, I grab as many bundles of cash as I can and quickly shove them into my elf bag. Santa would be appalled but a girl’s gotta do what she gotta do. I look like a proper thief. With one minute to spare, I step back and make sure the safe is properly shut, then turn around and flee to the master bedroom. Thankfully, Jay isn’t back yet.

Stanley held my hand and pressing it slightly he said, “Trust me Olive! I will believe you! I will believe everything you say!” I kind of blushed! “Ok. Here is the thing! I do have a boyfriend whose name is Santa! I never saw him but we have been exchanging letters! On every Christmas he gives me presents and I know now, of course! He cannot be the Santa with reindeers and sledge but all my childhood I believed that he is the real Santa but much young and handsome and someday he will take me away with him to his land! Now that I have grown up and know that there is no real Santa, I should have, may be forgotten him. But I didn’t! I have saved my virginity for him, till now!” “Wow!”

She didn't know who it was but it was finally time to meet the person who has been gifting her Christmas for the past four years. Fourteen years old Year stood up and walked over to the board that she used to track her progress on finding her secret santa. She had been going block after block, apartment after apartment, house after house searching for a man that would fit the description for the last three years. Her town might not have been that big, but looking for a single man was like looking for a needel in a haysack. But she kept looking. And after three years she had two more houses left, assuming that the person does live in town. She ran out quickly and went to the first house but f

I opened the door. This Santa was pure danger. He was built like a linebacker wrapped in velvet. His shoulders straining the crimson coat, thick thighs in black leather pants that looked painted onto his skin, and a full-face mask of glossy black with only a slit for his mouth. A thick black silk blindfold dangled from one gloved hand. His voice rolled out low and filthy. “Upstairs, little slut. Santa’s taking you on the staircase tonight.” I didn’t argue…..I couldn’t. My cunt clenched at the command alone. The greedy little bastard.

In reality, he was only a demon who knew how to deceive outsiders with his appearance. "I think you need to understand a few things!" Theodore pressed harder. Jessica was too scared to move under Theodore's threat. Her head also continued to throb uncomfortably. Did he finally decide to kill her tonight? What she didn't know, that man in front of her had to go through self-contradictions as he forced himself closer to her. The strange turmoil within him attacked his common sense. A wish suddenly arose within him. He wanted her! He wanted her beneath him, jerk for him. Then tingling every inch of her body, had some intcourse until the dawn to fullfil the primitive desire that left neglected

THEME: Christmas Sex "Who's Santa's dirty girl?" "I am," Monica moaned, stroking her pussy folds with her fingers. She was seated on a bench on the roof of her family's house. Standing close to her, but not touching, was a man in a Santa costume, tugging at his cock. He was a rather fat man with a dirty mouth and wasn't Monica's usual type. But she was too horny to care. Besides, he filled out the Santa costume quite nicely, though, and he had a nice dick.

He placed his forehead against mine, slowly backing up to look between my thighs. "You are exactly what your father told me you were, Braelyn. A needy, willing whore that would fuck anyone, even your enemies, if they came to pillage and plunder your cunt," Saint snorted derisively. "Cover yourself, and act like you're not some easy pussy that fucks anyone willing to touch it."

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.

"You smell like sunshine. It's nice," Oliver muttered in a muffled voice. My body went rigid, and my mind was a complete blank. He was at it again. I cleared my throat and tried to sound authoritative. "Let me tell you something… This is a second kidnapping, and that's an extra charge. You'd better put me down right now, or when my cross-stitch kit arrives, I'll hang it right over your bed so you wake up to the majestic mountains every morning."

"He wrecked my hand and had me locked up for three months. I'd still be there if the guard hadn't slipped up." Old Fox cracked a smile. "So, you've seen the light? Ready to team up?" "I don't have much of a choice," I said, locking eyes with him. "However, I've got terms." "Let's hear them." "When this is over, I want a payout, and I want out of this life for good." He was quiet for a beat, then he nodded. "You've got a deal. I need you to infiltrate Gilbert's place and snag their security plans."