Sappy Christmas Novels & Stories

Serendipity nodded, tearing her eyes away from the structure at last and smiling into those familiar green ones. As Corey led her inside, they were instantly greeted by dozens of working elves, each of whom called out, “Merry Christmas!” which Serendipity would have found rather odd considering Christmas was over months ago were she not standing in Santa’s Workshop at the North Pole. Instead, she answered with a jolly, “Merry Christmas!” in return. She noticed, and found it rather odd, that though Corey always acknowledged the speaker, he only chose to say, “Hello,” or “Good evening,” in response, never “Merry Christmas.”

Jingle finished last, pulling from her mouth to cum across her tits, white ropes mixing with their saliva on her swollen pink nipples. They collapsed around her, bodies tangled on the rug, the fire's warmth chasing the chill. Santa kissed her forehead, Jingle nuzzled her neck, Frost traced her hip, real men, flawed and fond, in the magic of the night. "Merry Christmas, Dory," Santa murmured, voice thick with emotion. She smiled, spent and throbbing, the fantasy alive in her veins. "Best gift ever."

The first button dial on the office phone was plastered with a sticker of Melissa's face. There was a pink Happy Capy cup on the desk. The chair cushion was also a pink Happy Capy pillow. The desktop had numerous Happy Capy items, and even the folders had been replaced with Happy Capy ones.

He shakes as his orgasm violently escapes him, making me shiver as his cock finally empties inside me. When daddy Santa pulls out, I look down, my cunt covered in white liquid, like the first snow on Christmas. Flexing my pussy, daddy Santa's splooge flows out of me at a fast pace, pouring out like a waterfall. It spills down my ass crack, spreading Santa's warm Christmas cheer to my backdoor. As my ragged breathing abates, I watch daddy Santa's cock slowly soften, and a hint of concern must etch my face, because daddy Santa asks,

Cassie just smiled, clenching around the cum they’d left inside her, happier than she’d ever been. Merry fucking Christmas.

Playlist Song#1: Santa Claus Is Coming to Town by Michael Bublé DAPHNE’S POV “These freaking luggages! Urghh!” I groan, surprisingly able to drag three heavy boxes up a flight of stairs without twisting both my ankles, but that only means I look and feel like my large intestine is about to fall out through my crack any second now. “Orison, arggh, why didn’t you pick up your phone?” I muse to myself, breaking a sweat even though it’s freezing out here, but the question I should be asking is why I thought I would be able to carry all my luggages on my own in the first place. Thankfully, I reach Orison’s door on the last floor, and I strain to fish out the spare keys he gave me.

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.

"Anyway, here I am actually considering your offer. But I got a few questions, and I don't know if I can or can not, but I have some quirks. I don't know. I don't know how these things work. Shit. Maybe I shouldn't come." "Hey...hey, it's okay. That's what I'm here for. So, ask away." "Well, first what is the scope of this sugar baby entailed to? Is it just a companion? or do we have to have sex with them? And is there any boundaries? I mean there are some kinky people out there, and I'm not sure I'm one of them." I stopped right there and waited for her answers.

Those tree lights danced over her curves, the red glow on her jiggling tits as she leaned forward, blue and green sparks on her ass as it clapped down on me. I gripped her hips hard, thumbs digging into the soft flesh, guiding her as she picked up speed. Up and down she bounced, fast and filthy, her pussy slurping obscenely around my shaft, forcing out bubbles of our earlier load with every lift. I slap her ass rippling with each drop, the sound echoing like holiday bells. "Goddamn, baby, your pussy's a Christmas miracle. Gripping me like a velvet glove full of jingle balls."

“I know what you are going to say. Take as much time as you want but come with a positive reply. Give me a chance and I will make you the happiest woman in the world.” After they finished having the snack, Liam extended his hand for Sophia to dance. The light went dim on the dance floor. A slow Christmas song was playing in the stereo and both of them were dancing to the tune. After some time, Sophia felt dizzy. She did not even have the wine. What was happening to her?