Alison, like everyone else, knew that Santa actually existed. It was common knowledge, it just wasn’t the way that her parents had believed. He still had his lists, good and bad, but he only visited the very best… and worst, of those on his list.
For those on little boys and girls his good list, he would deliver a single present that would change their lives in untold ways in the future. For those little boys and girls on his naughty list… he waited, and waited, and waited, hoping they would grow out of their naughtiness.
Alison had never grown out of her naughtiness, and so last year Santa had delivered her a present, an amazing pair of earmuff headphones.
Of course Alison, with her own over inflated ego about her own self worth, had believed she’d finally received a present for being on the nice list. She hadn’t, to start, understand why Santa would deliver such a cheesy gift, but she’d just shrugged her shoulders and put them on, assuming they would deliver something amazing for her.
By the time she realized that the terrible Christmas music that played over them was just cover for the programming that was working its way into her brain had become obvious, it was too late. She was addicted to wearing them and the pleasure it brought her.
And so here she was, a year later, standing on her rooftop, waiting for Santa once more. This time though she was ready for him, she’d done her makeup perfectly, her long blonde hair was styled, her new tits stretched her top, and her lips were gently parted hoping that Santa would stick his candy cane between them.
The sound of bells filled the air and her eyes twinkled as the sight of Santa’s slay filled her pussy with joy.
She knew she was destined to be under the tree of some deserving good man somewhere in the world, she only hoped that Santa would spend some time with her first to make sure she was the perfect gift.
