Welcome to Day 10 of my Naughty and Nice Christmas vignettes. It’s nearing the big day itself, so my last three vignettes are all Christmas Day antics of Santa Daddy and his naughty little elf. Read on to find out just how naughty and nice their Christmas Day is!
The Advent Calendar
At midday, Santa Daddy’s little girl looked at the table. Everything was ready for all the guests. Ten of them. She hated cooking for loads of people. Red faced and grumpy, she looked at herself upside down in a spoon and stuck her tongue out at her weird reflection. “I wish Santa Daddy was going to be here. I miss him. I don’t like him being away on Christmas Day.” Just as the first bang on the door nearly knocked it off its hinges, her phone binged.
Little girly elf’s insides jumped when she realised it was a message from Santa Daddy. This is your special Advent calendar. Keep your phone with you. And with it was a video of her absent darling, blowing her a kiss. She blew one back, and then kissed his image on the phone. The door nearly rattled off its hinges again. There wasn’t time for her to take herself off to stroke her pussy. She sighed.
At 1pm, everyone sat down to eat. The chatter was more like thunderclaps. Poor little girl was still thinking of that video of Santa Daddy’s kiss. As she served up roast potatoes, she imagined his lips between her legs, kissing their way from her clit to her rosebud. She served the meat, imagining her mouth wrapping around his cock as he kissed her until she came.
“Are you all right, love? You look a bit flushed.” Mum frowned at her.
“Um…” Little girl swallowed hard. “Yep. Must just be the oven. Hot over there.”
Her phone binged. Under the tablecloth, she sneaked a peek at her phone. There was a picture of a log cabin. The message with it, said Fuck me (in there), it’s cold out here. She nearly choked on her pig in blanket — eating a sausage right now. He had great timing!
At 2pm, the meal was finally almost done. Dessert was exploding metaphorically out of everyone, but Uncle Bert was still packing it away, somewhere. She expected to see cheesecake squirting out of his finger ends, like a human icing kit. Her phone binged. It was all she could do to stop herself spluttering her own spoonful across the table. A shot of a bare lower belly, unmistakably Santa Daddy’s (she would recognise his shape, his hair, everything about him, anywhere), adorned with a beautiful sticky cumshot decoration sent her pussy into spasms. Its message: Thought you might need a drink to go with all that food. One hand slid under the table, down into her knickers as she swallowed her dessert.
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