Anything He wants

Who ever would want to take a cock out of their mouth, I’ll never understand them. Everything about daddy Santa’s cock is so amazing as I

suck on it, enjoying every inch of it, my tongue twirling around the shaft as I work on tasting his forbidden skin.

I could do it for hours, just resting my head on daddy’s lap as I devour him, relishing it like a baby relishes a pacifier.

That’s why it’s sad when he slides his cock out of my mouth. I instinctively follow it, my tongue sticking out as I desperately try to taste it one last time. But daddy Santa is just a little too far out of my reach, and I’m denied my craving.

Gripping his cock in his hand, squeezing it as he strokes it slowly, he says, “How do I know that Santa’s giving the joy of Christmas to the best little girl in town? Did you leave Santa any offerings?”

I nod and smile, the tradition not lost on me, even when I’ve turned it into worshiping daddy’s cock. Setting up offerings to Santa has been in our family for so long, there’s no way I could possibly forget it.

I lift my hands up high, motioning for daddy to pull me to my feet. He does so with a smooth, strong yank to my bindings, lifting me so quickly that my feet leave the floor for a split second. I giggle, the rush of daddy’s power tingling my exposed body.

I look over toward the fireplace, and daddy Santa follows my gaze. On the coffee table, daddy Santa finds everything his special girl has left out for him: milk, cookies, and a pair of scissors.

“I think it’s daddy Santa’s turn to open the gift I got him.”

Daddy Santa heads to the table, picking up a cookie and inhaling it.

“And what gift is that, babygirl?”

I walk over to the couch and sit down, spreading my legs, showing him the makeshift, bright-red ribbon panties I crafted for my pussy. “Eh eh,” I say, shaking my head, “Daddy Santa needs to open it to find out.” He picks up the scissors and comes closer, planting himself between my open legs and kneeling before me. His fingertips graze the glossy paper,

which causes me to fidget. Even though it’s too thick to feel anything through the paper, just the thought of daddy Santa’s hand so close to my cunt makes me heat up and tingle.

His finger slides under the ribbon, lifting it gently so he can slide the scissors underneath. Two easy snips and daddy Santa as an unbroken view to my sticky cunt, glistening from my arousal.

His finger dabs my moist lips, and daddy Santa sucks in a breath of air.

“Ooooh, that is slick, baby.”

I blush, my face flush with excitement. “Santa! That’s embarrassing.” But daddy Santa’s hunger is insatiable, and he dives in, lifting my legs up and away from him. His mouth falls to my drowning cunt, lapping at my juices. His tongue pushes deep inside me, starving to taste the depths of daddy’s daughter. Daddy Santa glides his tongue along the edges, circling around as he presses against my vaginal walls.

My cheeks are like roses, my clit like a cherry, throbbing at the greed of daddy Santa’s mouth. I wait with bated breath as daddy Santa’s mouth moves slowly up between my lips.

When his lips finally reach my clit, I scream out, the sensation of his

touch so powerful that my hands fly to his head, wanting so badly to pull him

off my delicate bump.

But daddy Santa grabs the ribbon holding my arms together and pulls it away, forcing my hands to the side as daddy Santa makes love to my button.

He sucks and licks, kissing my hood and dancing around my clit, torturing it,

only to drop his lips directly on it again and pull it into his mouth. It burns and excites, my back arching at every strong vacuum of his mouth. I cry out, the sensation so powerful that I can’t keep my mouth shut. “Daddy, oh fuck. It feels so good.” I groan, my stomach seizing up as it feels the need to discharge.

But daddy Santa pulls back, taking his suction with him, instantly dampening my arousal. “You are so turned on, aren’t you, babygirl?”

I nod, words so hard to come by at a time like this.

“You need to be fucked, don’t you?”

I blush, my face on fire at daddy Santa’s bold words. I nod surreptitiously, ashamed of my own admission.

But daddy Santa doesn’t accept that. “Let me hear it, babygirl. Santa can’t make dreams come true if little girls don’t let him know what they are.”

I nod, my throat croaking, “Yes, Santa.”

He looks at me, his eyes expecting more.

I bite my lip, finding my courage for the holidays. “Santa, please give me your dick for Christmas. I’ve been a good girl. It’s all I ever wanted.” “I think you’ve been nice and naughty. Before Santa gives you your final present, Santa needs to see your little titties. He’s been dying to find out what you’ve been hiding from daddy.”

He leans forward, the scissors pressing between my breasts, severing the ribbon. My breasts burst outward the second the ribbon separates, the joyous bounce of their escape thrilling daddy Santa, causing him to laugh with glee.

“Oh boy! Those tits are amazing, little lady.” He cups them in his hands, softly caressing them. “I think Santa won out in this present exchange.” “But I haven’t gotten the best gift of all yet,” I whine.

“In a moment, babygirl,” daddy Santa says, mesmerized by my tits as he molds them. He takes a nipple in his mouth, sucking with an audible moan, taking the nub between his teeth and teasing me with a torturous yank. “Holy shit, your body is delicious!” he exclaims, like a boy obsessed with his Christmas toys.

His tongue flips over my flesh, feverishly tasting my skin. He suckles on me, getting rougher and rougher as his libido takes over, almost roaring with delight. He tugs on my tits, forcefully consuming my naked body. My pussy stabs at me, daddy Santa’s lust leaking into me, electrifying all my nerves. It makes me horny and incredibly impatient. Desire is a word that could never describe what I want daddy Santa to do to my body right this instant!

All I can do is beg him. “Please, daddy Santa, put your dick in me. I want to get fucked hard. Fuck me with your big dick.”

He stands up, pulling my tied arms by the ribbon over my head and pinning them over the back of the couch. He lifts one leg, opening my sopping cunt for easy access.

He speaks not a word, but goes straight to work, and fills up my pussy, twitching with a jerk.

I moan as his thick meat penetrates my soaking pussy, spreading me open, his inches of girth sliding in without trouble, sped up by all the lubrication daddy Santa’s forced from me. I twitch as he twitches, following the movement of his cock, unable to resist or go my own way as my tight pussy is forced to comply to his cock’s motions.

“Oh fuck,” daddy Santa says, squirming and biting his lip. “You’re so fucking tight. You must have been a good girl all year long.” I moan, “Yes, daddy Santa. Just for you. I’ve been a good girl just for you.”

Daddy Santa pushes his hips hard against mine, making me feel his entire length at once. He holds it there, watching me as my body shudders under his long dominance.

He lets go of my bindings in order to get both of my legs up on his shoulders. Leaning forward, he pushes in deep, crumpling me against the cushions, crushing my tiny body under him. Grabbing the flesh of my arms just below where the bindings end, he pushes them back against the couch, preparing himself.

Pinned hard against the couch, daddy Santa lifts his hips once and propels them back inside, his cock so deep that I feel both intense pleasure and pain. His cock is so long that I feel him hit my cervix, poking it as if his

dick is begging entrance to my womb. It craves to impregnate me, and what’s a small girl like me going to do when she’s all tied up and smushed under daddy Santa’s strength?

Nothing, and that’s exactly how she likes it.

Daddy Santa slowly spears me with his cock over and over, feeding me his whole length meticulously, making sure I experience every ounce he feeds me. His cock strains inside me, his balls slapping against my ass as his

cock rams me hard. He keeps his pace consistent, torturing me with perfectly timed thrusts, giving me no respite as he tears into me.

Each jab fucks pleasure into me, forcing me to accept exactly how my arousal is going to be delivered. I can’t complain, as daddy Santa’s dick is so big that there’s nothing holding me back from orgasming all over it, my body

obeying his power. I bend and submit, and my body gives way to a menacing sensitivity that grows with each assault of daddy Santa’s huge rod. Then visions of sugar plums dance in my head. As my head swivels to follow them around, a euphoric urge grows within my pussy, building and building, expanding into an overwhelming pull on my body. Sinking me into the couch, the pull draws me deeper into the well of pleasure forming in the

pit of my stomach. With a long pause, I hold that position, daddy Santa’s dick fucking that pleasure zone so hard that I can’t catch my breath until it’s too late.

“Oooooohhhhhh, daddy. Oh, fuck me!”

From my body arises such a clatter, my muscles aching and spasming, releasing all the pent up love for daddy Santa in a sudden explosion of energy. Daddy Santa holds my arms up, letting me dangle on the cushions, sputtering as my orgasm rips through my cunt, forcing ecstatic grunts from my lips.

Daddy Santa continues to drive his long cock into my deep cavern, extending my convulsions, my pussy gushing and dragging him in as my vaginal walls close around him. They pulse on him, my orgasm swallowing daddy Santa up and enticing his balls to finish inside me.

“Your dick is so good!”

He grunts, his strokes slowing as his fingers dig into my arms, pinching my flesh as the struggle inside him comes to completion. I can feel his tension, his need to release.

“Fuck me, daddy Santa. Fill your special girl up with magical cum! I need you to come in my pussy!”

Inside of my pussy he blows like a flash, his cock pulsing as he groans. After a couple dry pulses, his cock unloads a huge blast of hot jizz far into my pussy, filling me up as each subsequent pulse shoots another stream deep

inside me, glazing daddy Santa’s daughter in his batch of lust. I moan, the warmth of daddy Santa’s love matching the warmth of the spirit of Christmas. He twitches, his cock spilling so much seed into my young cunt that daddy Santa struggles to hold himself up through the whole ordeal. 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,

“What’s wrong?”

“I’m just sad to see my gift go away.”

He smiles, “Well, you know, it always comes back. And I think for a beautiful, speciale girl like you, it’ll come back a lot more than once a year.”

I nod and shrug, “I know…”

“Until then…” daddy Santa says, heading over to the mantle on the fireplace, pulling something out from behind the family portrait. “I guess this’ll have to do.”

My spirits immediately lift as daddy Santa gives me a long, thin jewelry box.

“Daddy! You got me something?!”

He rolls his eyes, “Of course I did, babygirl. I might not have gotten that

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on you. I think I nailed it on the head with this one, if I don’t say so myself.”

I crack open the box. Inside is a gold chain, connected at the center with a stylized, ‘Daddy’s babygirl’.

Daddy puts his hand out, and I hand over the necklace, turning around so he can clasp it around my neck. I run my fingers over the chain, the bumps and grooves of my new title pressing against my skin.

I giggle, jumping up from the seat and-unable to give daddy Santa a proper hug-I swing my tied arms around his neck and pull him in for a babygirl kiss.

“Thank you, daddy Santa, I love it! It’s perfect; I’ll wear it all the time.” I wink at daddy Santa, kissing him sweetly on the cheek, whispering as I hold my cheek to his, “Maybe sometimes it’ll be all I wear for you.”

Daddy Santa smirks, “Merry Christmas, babygirl.”

“Merry Christmas, daddy Santa.”

Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night!