by Adrian Amos
But I'm a grown woman. Getting gifts isn't something I've thought about for years. Sure, it's nice, but I can always buy my own stuff when it matters. It just bothers me how much it upsets daddy that he can't spoil me like he typically does.
That's why I have my own gift for him. I want to show him that Christmas isn't about the material things; it's about being with family and enjoying each other's company.
And I'm going to give daddy the best company around: My young body waiting for him under the Christmas tree! He should be with someone who makes him truly happy, not some horrible woman who runs when the going gets rough. Daddy is the type of man you stick with no matter what.
I'm not just going to wait. I woke up so early that not a creature was stirring, not even my dog Faust. I did it all to set up this whole scrumptious situation.
And I'm a spoiled little girl at that! Daddy's usually the one to wake me up in the morning, whether it's for work, for school, or for church; so you know I'm serious when I make an effort to be up at the crack of dawn.
I make sure I doll myself up just how daddy always likes me. I curl my bright blonde hair, put on some deep red lipstick and nail polish, and blush my cheeks, making my whole body a festive invite for daddy's smoldering body.
I need to do all that first because there is no way I'll be able to get it done after I finish tying myself up.
Yep, that's right! It isn't Christmas until your gifts are wrapped up in a nice little bow. I bought some glossy, bright-red ribbon, matching it to my makeup, using it as that oh so special icing on the cake. I want daddy to know that I belong to him completely, willing to do whatever he wants of me.
I head to the living room, lighting the fireplace, readying the room and myself for my gift-wrapping. The fire crackles and pops, warmth flooding the room and making me feel safe and wholesome against the frigid outside. The Christmas spirit seems to flow through me, the joy of the holidays and the comfort of the good life. Little does that spirit know, this room isn't going to be wholesome for long.
I strip naked and start with my chest, wrapping the ribbon around a few times, compressing my large bosoms, covering my nipples but leaving ample underboob. My tits are begging to be freed, and daddy's going to want to unwrap me as fast he can.
After tying the ribbon off, I circle another strand around my ass, binding my tight hips. I leave half of my ass hanging out underneath, but that's only because I can't cover it all and still walk correctly. I swoop the ribbon between my thighs a few times to cover my pussy up with the glossy paper. After I get a good enough coverage, I tuck it into the straps circling my ass. I think I might have made the first pair of ribbon panties in the world!
Now, for the pièce de résistance! I created this little ornate bow the night before, which is good I did, because it took an hour to make. It's loosely wrapped around in circles about a dozen times, forming a hollow cone, large enough to fit my arms through. There is a massive bow along the side of the cone, which should be facing upwards once I get the wrapping in place.
It's set up so that if I can... just... get both of my forearms through... the loops. There we go!
Both arms together now with the ribbon circling my forearms, it keeps my arms bound together.
If I just pull on this... loose strand... at the end of the cone... I can... close the loops and... yes!
Pulling on the strand tightens my restraints, perfectly encasing my slender arms in my own ribbon bondage, pinning them together for the sake of daddy's gift! I can't separate them, which makes a sudden flash of fear-sweat hit my skin.
Oh, boy! It makes me nervous knowing that there's no going back, that I'm basically stuck in my own wrapping until daddy finds me.
I swallow, breathing slowly, letting my nervous energy guide me as I shimmy over to the Christmas tree. I drop down to my knees, resting my arms in front of me as I face the doorway that's closest to the stairs.
When daddy turns into the living room, I'm the first thing he's going to see this Christmas morning!
What if he doesn't come down, or he's too depressed to do the normal stuff he does in the morning?
I shake my head, knowing that'll never happen.
I know he'll keep up the tradition of Santa. Even as all hell comes raining down on him, he'd never let it show, always willing to put his family and friends first. That's the type of stand-up guy he is. No matter how sad things get, daddy's always jolly ol' Saint Nick. He won't ever disappoint me.
After sitting for a good half an hour, I finally hear him getting ready upstairs. Most likely, he's changing into his Santa suit, ready to 'surprise' me with Santa coming to visit. I'm a little too old for it, but it brings daddy a lot of happiness. But daddy's going to be the one surprised today.
I can even hear the surprise as he opens my bedroom door, expecting me to be there, and the start of his pronouncement coming out, 'Merry Chr—'. But he's cut short, realizing I'm not in my bed. He closes the door and makes his way to the stairs.
Each fall of his feet on the steps makes my heart jump, knowing that in only a few seconds, daddy's going to see me bound in my sexy outfit. My mouth goes dry and my heart skips as his steps come closer and closer. I'm so nervous! But my pussy is starting to quiver, high on the anticipation of my daddy's face when he finally sees me.
“Merry Christmas!” he shouts as he reaches the bottom of the stairs. He turns the corner into the living room, dressed completely in a red Santa suit, with white fur-trimming, a large black belt with a golden buckle, and a beard as white as snow. He bellows with his hands on his imaginary belly, “Ho ho—“
His belly stops shaking, like a bowl full of jelly, as his eyes take in the magnificent view under the tree this frosty Christmas morning.
“—hoooo, boy.”
Nothing makes a girl smile like the look of surprise she puts on her daddy's face. I laugh when I see him, in spite of myself.
“Merry Christmas, daddy,” I reply, my voice saccharine in my faux-timid innocence. There's nothing innocent in my desire for daddy! I pull my butt in slightly, letting him get a good look of my tight, bound body lithely moving on my knees.
“Babygirl, what are you doing?” His slack-jawed words come out in a hushed whisper.
“I want to celebrate with you.”
“Celebrate?”
“Yes, daddy!” I exclaim, rolling my eyes. “It's Christmas! It's the time for celebration!”
“But—“
“Shh, daddy.” I lift my bound hands up to extend a finger at him, pretending to cover his lips from a distance. Lifting my arms uncovers my breasts slightly, allowing daddy a look at my ample underside, the fleshy mounds protruding from the bondage. Daddy's line of sight is clear as his focus falls to my tits, enjoying the bounty he's received for the holidays.
“I got this gift specially for you,” I say, shaking my butt. “I know Santa would never turn down a gift, knowing it'd be an insult to the person giving it.”
Daddy smiles, chuckling to himself. “Oh, is that right, little lady? That's what Santa would do?”
I nod vigorously. “Yep! He's a man of great honor.” My butt bounces up and down on my feet, showing him that youthful exuberance he loves when he doles out presents. “Now, I know Santa has a gift for daddy's little girl.”
Daddy's smile fades, “Yeah,” he mutters, rubbing his neck, “about that...”
“Eh!” I shout, not wanting to turn his emotions into something sour, “I know all about your troubles, Santa.” I wiggle my nose, “I know the North Pole has been especially cold this year, and Santa's had to be very frugal this Christmas.”
He nods, “I'm glad you understand.”
I shake my head. “That doesn't mean Santa gets off scot-free.”
He puffs out his chest, putting on his best deep Santa voice, “What can Santa do to make it up to you, little girl?”
I pick my hands up, beckoning Santa over to me.
As he approaches with wide, dramatic steps, I say, “Santa's always carry
ing that one special gift that he gives to the best little girl on his list.”
“I do have one little girl in mind.”
“I know it's me, Santa.” As he walks up to me, my impatience gets the better of me, the giddy aura daddy produces in me taking over. “I can't wait anymore, Santa. I want to open my gift!”
“Open your—“ His words halt as my hands latch onto his package through the thick, red wool pants.
“Oh fuck,” daddy groans, as my hands begin to massage his cock. Cupping his balls and shaft through the soft fabric sends a shudder down my spine, a warming glow that reminds me of all the comfort of the holidays. The warmth of the fire, the warmth of daddy's cock, the gentle flow of the wool in my hands. Even in something that seems so slutty, there's that sparkle of hope and love that fills me to the brim.
Move over hope and love! I need daddy to fill me in other ways.
Though my hands are tied together, I move them with deft calm, hooking my fingers through Santa's belt buckle, unlatching it easily. Pulling it apart, I shimmy Santa's pants down his legs.
The big, bulging package in his boxers drives my hunger, and I snatch his shorts, pulling them down in a flurry.
The moment of truth arrives, when, what to my wondering eyes should appear, but a monster-like cock and a moment of fear!
“Oh my God, Santa! You're so big!” Santa's girth is so wide that I can't comprehend what something so thick would feel like inside me. It becomes even scarier as it grows with each second, bouncing up and down as daddy flexes his cock.
“You know Santa has all the best gifts,” he smirks.
“But I had no idea you were hiding this from me, Santa! I feel cheated that you didn't give me this a long time ago.”
Daddy moves side to side, swinging his rock-hard cock in front of my face. “Now's your chance to make up for all those lost years, babygirl. You better love this gift with all your might.”
I nod, not wanting to let daddy down. Daddy deserves my mouth on his cock, and he sure as hell deserves a willing and wet little girl to pleasure him thoroughly. I'm not going to miss the chance to make my daddy moan in delight.
I can't spread my hands apart, so I instead guide them to daddy's balls, kneading his soft testicles between my fingers. Daddy groans, and as his head lulls back, I lean in and kiss him on the bulbous head.
“That one is for daddy.”
I kiss him again.
“That one is for Santa. And this one is for daddy Santa.”
I open my mouth and take his thick cock inside. Wrapping my lips around his soft foreskin, my mouth salivates, daddy's flavor an intoxicating drug to my tastebuds. Sweet and salty, I draw on his shaft, pulling his skin toward me and sucking the flavor down my throat. I open my mouth and pull his cock deeper inside, wrapping my lips around the far end of his shaft, engulfing his entire cock in my mouth. A difficult task, I have to focus in order not to gag, my mouth soaking his cock in a flood of saliva.
“Goddamn, baby. That's so warm.”
I massage his balls with my finger tips as I begin to go back and forth on him, eagerly swallowing daddy Santa and reluctantly retreating from him. The solid shaft in my mouth is a wonderful sensation, forcing my mouth open while being soft and gentle, enticing to my sense of touch while still suggestive of daddy Santa's virility.
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 fi
nd 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.”
