Being On Santa's Naughty List

This is a different take on "Naughty Christmas Traditions"

As I started that story, I realized there were several directions I could go with it.

i couldn't decide which story to write, so I wrote them all! Hopefully I get them all submitted in time for the winter holiday contest.

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Amy and Neil were almost done with the decorations on the Christmas tree. It was turning into a yearly tradition where they would have a bottle of wine, or two, and decorate the tree on Christmas eve together.

They had no children yet so they didn't really need it up earlier, as long as it was up for Neil's parents on Christmas day, they were good to go.

After the wine, and the togetherness of the decorating, they made love by the lights of the tree. Actually they didn't always make love, usually they simply fucked.

It was a tradition for them, and one they both looked forward to. Part of the tradition was that they also exchanged one early gift, something to be used in the first part of the tradition

This year Amy's husband Neil had given her a present that could only be clothing. She recognized the box as something from her favorite lingerie shop.

She had accepted the present with raised eyebrows and a smile. "Oooh, sounds like fun!" She said. "I think I should go get a bath. Clean up a little first." She told Neil with a wink, refilling her wine glass and heading off to the bathroom.

Amy took her time. She ran a hot bath with lots of soothing bubbles, while sipping her wine. She was feeling pretty good, and getting really horny. She loved the anticipation of sex, and knew Neil did too, so she forced herself to take her time.

While the tub was filling she made sure she had everything she needed to pamper herself a little bit before the main event with her husband. She also opened her present and tried it on, getting wetter with excitement.

Neil, meanwhile had some preparations of his own. He went downstairs to get ready, fighting back the urge to join his wife in the tub.

When her tub was full and the water just right, Amy slipped in under the bubbles. She lay back and let the steamy water soothe her excited body. She sipped more wine and enjoyed the relaxing water and the buzz she was feeling.

Her hands eventually went to her pussy, wet since she came to the bathroom with playtime on her mind.

As she ran her long fingers into her swollen labia she sighed. She ran some sexy scenes in her mind of what was going to happen in front of the Christmas tree in just a little while.

All of her fantasies involved her in the slutty red outfit she had already tried on in front of the full length mirror while the tub filled.

She loved the way she looked in the red satin lingerie with the white faux fur trim. It was a bustier, even though her tits needed no help standing up on their own.

It had open cups for her nipples to peak out, and they were hard as little marbles with excitement.

There were small red crotches panties with "NAUGHTY" embroidered across the top, also in white.

The opening of the panties showed off her puffy pussy, and was also trimmed with the fake white fur.

Straps from the bustier held up silken red stockings, and with the her red heels would really show off her muscular legs. The white trim of everything highlighted her deep tan.

She slowly and gently worked her pussy as she pictured her husband, with hunger in his eyes as he explored her body. Feasting on her as he went.

She worked one slender finger up and down between her lips as the fingers of her other hand went back and forth slowly across her stiff clitoris.

Eventually her fingers weren't enough, and she reached for her slender waterproof vibe.

She worked it lengthwise between her lips and across her stiff clitoris a few times before slipping it easily into her pussy.

She gently worked it in and out, occasionally slipping it up across her swelling clit, before delving back into her wet pussy as she moaned.

When she started to feel her climax coming on, and the urge to finish herself, she stopped. She wanted to prolong her anticipation, enjoying her heightened arousal.

She switched off the vibe and set it on the shelf. Then after more wine she took up her razor and shaved every hair from her body, knowing Neil would be enjoying it soon.

When she was finished she got out of the tub and dried off with a big soft towel, before she applied a scented lotion to her firm, tan body in front of the mirror. She put a lot of work into her body, and was proud of the results.

Then she carefully put on her new lingerie before combing out her long lustrous blonde hair and putting on just enough makeup to highlight her pretty, blue eyes.

Then she applied a bright red, shiny lipstick to her full lips, making them as alluring as the rest of her body.

She stopped by the bedroom on her way downstairs and retrieved the carefully wrapped present she had hidden from Neil. She smiled knowing he was going to love it. In reality it was a gift for herself, but she knew Neil would enjoy it just as much.

She slipped on her red "fuck me" pumps and hid the gift behind her back as she continued to her rendezvous in front of the tree.

When she got downstairs she found the Christmas tree lights were the only illumination in the room. The sparkling lights and the Christmas Carols playing low gave the room a festive, yet under the circumstances, erotic feel. In fact there was almost a magical atmosphere to the night, enhanced no doubt by the wine.

She didn't see Neil, he was probably doing some preparations himself, so she knelt down to put his present under the tree.

As she was on her knees, leaning down and forward to reach under the lowest branches, she could feel the silky fabric of her crotchless panties pull tight around her pussy.

She could just imagine what she looked like from behind, she knew her meaty labia were peaking out from between her swollen outer lips, and it gave her a thrill when she heard from behind her, "Ho Ho Ho! What have we got here? Looks like a naughty little girl putting presents under the tree!" His voice, always deep, was exaggerated lower than usual, and he spoke loudly.

Amy wiggled her ass at him and looked back over her shoulder to see his face. He was wearing a Santa hat, along with a white wig and beard. All very traditional. But from the neck down, tradition ended.

He had on a red coat with white furry trim, but it was open to show off his masculine chest and Harley Davidson tattoo. The sparse dark hair was a contrast with the white fur of the jacket, and it ran down his flat torso to disappear in his red speedos. Below that he wore his black Engineer boots. He was by far the sexiest Santa she had ever seen.

She took a good look over her shoulder before she straightened and turned to face him. Still on her knees she looked at his semi erect cock bulging in his skimpy underwear, and her mouth watered, hoping he would walk up to her and whip it out.

But Neil had other plans, for now. "Santa doesn't see the drink that should be left out for him. I guess that is another check on the little girls naughty list. He pulled a sheet of paper and pencil from the pocket of his coat.

Amy saw her name on the paper as "Santa" unfolded it. But part of her knew the handwriting was far too nice to be Neil's. But before she could contemplate the beautiful penmanship he spoke again.

He said in his deep voice, "This is a pretty long list already, you have been a very naughty girl this year. Very naughty indeed. You may not get a present this year little girl! You may just end up with a lump of coal!"

He made a show of licking the end of the pencil and writing a notation on his list.

Amy lowered her head and raised her eyes to him, she bit her lip and tried to look as submissive as possible. "I'm sorry Santa! What can I do to make up for it?" She lowered her eyes to his bulge and said, "I would really like a present from you!"

She tried to sound as innocent and apologetic as she could, but the last sentence came out as pure lust, and her eyes smoldered as she gazed at the present she really wanted.

Neil recognized her submissive attitude. It was a game they had recently discovered that they both enjoyed. It was becoming a regular part of their sex lives.

"Well first of all little girl, you could get Santa a drink. Some of your husbands best bourbon would be nice." Neil told her in his best Santa voice.

Amy sprung to her feet "Right away Santa!" She grabbed the bottle and a glass from the nearby side table and poured a few fingers for Santa.

When she presented the tumbler to him, she kept her eyes lowered, trying to look as submissive as possible. She was actually still looking at his cock. She was sure it had grown more.

Santa took a sip of the strong drink, enjoying the warmth that flowed through his body. it was much better than a curdling glass of milk.

He looked at her and recognized the restlessness he saw, as she waited for whatever he had planned. She shifted her weight from one foot to the other and looked at him hopefully.

"You would probably love to sit on Santa's lap and tell him what you want for Christmas, wouldn't you little girl?" He said in his deep voice, before taking another sip of the top shelf bourbon.

"Yes." She answered quietly, still looking at the erection inside his tiny underwear. It had grown more as she looked on, and now the bulbous head was starting to peak out next to his hip. "I really would Santa."

"Very well," He said in his Santa voice, "you can sit on Santa's lap, but we must discuss all your naughty adventures from the year, before you can tell me what you want." He waved the list at her accusingly.

Neil pulled a chair over and sat down, not so gently pulling Amy by the wrist. She followed along and settled easily into his lap, enjoying the first feel of the erection she had been lusting over. She couldn't help but wiggle her ass against it with a little moan.

"Now you need to behave little girl, Santa needs to go over the list of naughty things you've done this year!" He told her as he wrapped an arm around her and ran his hand up and down her body.

She felt his hands on her body and she felt his warmth, his love. It was a magical feeling, almost surreal.

"Okay Santa, I'll be a good girl." She replied softly. "I always TRY to be a good girl!" She added.

"Maybe so little girl, but you always end up being naughty. This year, you didn't make it two hours! At the Hansen New Year's party, you drug your husband into the laundry room, dumped the dirty laundry on the floor and sucked and fucked him right there!

She felt her already aroused pussy getting even wetter remembering that encounter. It was so hot, fucking with all the people partying in the next room.

"Then later," Santa continued, "you flashed your bare, cummy pussy at a few men at the party while sitting on the couch! What do you have to say about this?"

"I, I don't know what to say!" Amy muttered. "I was a little drunk I guess."

"Really?" Santa countered. "Were you drunk when you blew your husband in the parking lot of the adult bookstore on February 10th"

"Well, nooo. But Valentines day was coming up, and I got so turned on shopping for toys.." She answered.

"You knew that trucker was watching you. Neil told you he was there. And you didn't stop. Just kept right on sucking that cock! That, little girl, is Naughty behavior of the first order!"

"But Santa, Neil wanted me to keep going! He said it turned him on! And I know it did, because I felt his cock get bigger in my mouth!" Amy said defensively. "He was the naughty one! I was just being a good girl, doing what my husband wanted!"

"You can't blame Neil little girl," Santa explained. "Neil is a man, men are just inherently bad! It's a given."

"Is that why you are so hard Santa? Because you are a man? A bad man?" Amy asked as she wiggled her ass on Santa's raging erection. It seemed so much bigger than she ever remembered Neil being.

"We aren't here to talk about Santa's magic cock little girl." He told her sternly, as his hand came up and cupped her tit "We are here to talk about you!"

Amy's head swam with pleasure as Santa fondled her tit. It was like she was experiencing a rush of adrenaline. She wrote it off as sexual anticipation coupled with the wine she'd had.

Santa continued "We aren't even going to talk about all the naughty things you do to yourself while Neil is at work, I don't have time, I have many more homes to visit."

"But Santa, that doesn't involve anyone else! That shouldn't count." She told him as she looked up into his eyes.

Her head reeled as she wondered where the wire rim glasses came from? And was Neil wearing blue contact lenses?! But again, before she could think about it, Santa continued with her list.

"Ok, so on Valentine's day, when you picked out that slinky black dress that barely covered your sexy body, and you didn't even wear anything under it for your date with Neil?" He asked.

"I did that for him to!" She gasped. She thought that he sounded different, that his fake Santa voice sounded more, real. She wondered about that until he gave her tit a rough squeeze and told her to go on.

"He wanted me to dress sexy!" She couldn't figure out why she was feeling so tipsy, or why Neil's rock hard abs felt so.... Spongy

"Maybe so, but he didn't tell you to flash the waiter at the restaurant! And that involved someone else!" Santa continued, "And that poor boy got in trouble for spending too much time in the men's room that night, because of you. He had to go jack off after your little show!"

"But Santa, he wanted to see me, I caught him trying to look up my dress! I was just giving him what he wanted, being generous! That makes me a good girl, right?"

"Is that what you think? Any time you misbehave? That you are being generous? And not naughty?" Santa asked. "So when you brought Sally Simpson over to fuck your husband, you were just being generous?"

"Well, poor Sally hadn't gotten laid since her divorce." Amy explained. "She really needed it! So yes I was being generous. Sharing my husband with her was very generous!"

"Did she need you to attack her too? Once she was naked, you were all over her. That was very, very naughty!" Santa continued, his deep voice now tinged with lust. Amy could feel his cock pulse under her as he recounted her actions with her friend.

"She must have needed it, she sure responded like she did!" Amy giggled.

"And the idea that Neil might let you fuck Tim Johnson two weeks later never entered your mind?" Santa asked accusingly, reaching up to elicit a groan from her by pinching her nipple. "It wasn't a plot in that naughty mind of yours for a little quid pro quo?"

"Well" Amy countered, her mind reeling at the tweaking of her nipple, "Tim and I had a thing going on for awhile. And Neil kind of encouraged it. And he always fucked me so hard after he would see me flirting with Tim."

"Maybe he fucked you so hard because your pussy was so wet. And because you needed it so bad, because you are such a naughty girl." Santa told her softly. "That makes Neil the generous one. He did let you fuck Tim after all. Because he knows what a naughty girl you are!"

"Well, he didn't do it just for me, he was so hard that night. He got his rocks off too!" She said remembering her husband fucking her mouth that night and cumming down her throat while she rode Tim's cock.

She felt herself oozing from her pussy, she was so aroused. Having this conversation about all the sex she'd had, with this fat man who made her feel so warm and loved. "Wait!" Her mind tried to focus. "Neil wasn't fat!" But yet...

"Maybe so little girl, maybe so. But like I told you, he's a man." Santa told her as he ran his hand down the silky fabric on her side to her bare leg.

She felt Santa's warm fingers slide over her leg and she spread it for him, hoping he would reach up her inner thigh to her needy pussy. Her flesh tingled everywhere he touched her. She wanted so badly to feel that tingling in her snatch!

But Santa stopped just short of where she wanted him, and she squirmed in his lap, trying to make contact.

"Stop moving around little girl, being restless is not going to help us get through this list. We still have a lot to discuss!" Santa told her sternly.

"But Santa, I can't help it! I can feel that magic cock against my ass, and your magic fingers are sending tingling through my body!" Amy explained defensively.

She realized she felt like she was higher than she'd ever been. On another plain even. But she hadn't had that much wine.

"Well little girl, maybe Santa is just testing you? Maybe Santa wants to see if you can behave?" He said in his deep voice, but softly, into her ear.

"Or maybe Santa has a naughty streak too?!" Amy exclaimed. "Maybe Santa gets off on naughty little girls like me, and that's why his cock is so fucking hard right now! Santa wants me to be naughty, and do naughty things to him!"

She knew deep down that she was pushing the boundaries, that she should behave herself. But she was feeling so turned on, so energized with erotic emotions.

Amy ran her manicured nails through the white hair on Santa's bare chest, and wondered briefly why Neil's chest hair was white. And why did his tattoo show a sleigh and some reindeer, instead of the Harley Davidson logo? But part of her mind knew the answer, and she knew that it was alright.

She also knew she was right about Santa's desires by the twitch of his cock under her ass, and the low "Ho Ho Ho!" she heard.

"So is that it Santa? You know who's been bad or good. There are probably a lot of bad little boys and girls that you have to keep track of all year. And you like that, don't you?" Amy asked softly into Santa's ear.

His beard tickled her neck and sent shivers through her body. She knew she was going to get her present soon when she heard him moan, "So many! So many naughty girls!"

"I bet you get so horny, tracking all the naughty things people do all year, don't you Santa?" She asked as she scraped her nails across his fat chest to circle his nipple.

She could feel the heat of the magic cock under her ass as she asked, "Does Santa do naughty things when he knows what all the naughty girls do? Does he play with his big magic cock?"

Amy felt the hard cock throb again and she couldn't help but wonder how big it actually was. It felt so much bigger than Neil's.

She heard a deep growl in Santa's chest and he reached into his pocket again. "Santa is starting to think that this naughty girl will never behave. Maybe if Santa gave you a little bit of relief? A special treat? Would you behave then little girl?" As he asked her this he pulled a candy cane from his pocket.

Santa had seen the anticipation in Amy's eyes, and of course he saw disappointment when she saw a simple candy cane being offered her. But he reassured her, "Little girl, this is not just a candy cane like you buy from the store. This is a magical candy cane. It was developed by Mrs. Clause herself!"

Santa held it out to Amy, offering the long end to her mouth. "Take it in your mouth little girl, suck it!" He told her in his deep lusty voice. He sounded both benevolent and lewd at the same time.

Amy could smell the powerful peppermint as she tentatively opened her mouth. Santa held the sweet treat for her, making her lean forward to get it in her mouth.

"Go on little girl, suck it! You know you want to!" Santa told her as she put her tongue out and leaned in. Santa's words were so much like a man asking for head that she couldn't resist.

Something in her mind made her want to suck the candy for him. And to be a good girl, do a good job.