by Adrian Amos
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, special 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 bonus, but that doesn't mean I still can't figure something out so I can splurge 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!
- - -
Daddy Takes Me on the Beach
I swelter from the mean glare of the sun. If it were any other situation, I'd wilt, but you can't get a tan without going up against the sun at its worst and telling it to kiss your ass.
Yeah, I might be Asian, but I can still get a slight bronze on my skin, and believe you me, I look a whole lot sexier when I'm glowing. I might only go up a shade or two, but I absolutely love what the darkness does to my mentality. I feel like a stone cold tiger when I'm strutting around campus.
It's why I asked my stepdaddy to take me to the beach. A poor college girl like me doesn't have a car, and my friends are all either taking summer classes, on vacation, or general knobheads who aren't interested in taking a girl out to get her bronze on. My stepdaddy's a last option but sorely needed.
I know he can use it too. My mom married a white guy, and he's paler than most. He's a good looking, blond, slim guy, but a darker shade on him would do wonders for his complexion. I have nothing negative to say about it because I'm just like my mom: white guys are way more common around here then any other group, so you kind of become attracted to them most of all. I guess it's just availability is all.
But complexion? Dragging him out here, it's almost like I'm the one doing him a favor!
My stepdad opens the trunk to his truck, pulling out our towels and his beer cooler. While he unloads, I throw my sandals on to go with my shorts and t-shirt. I know, counterintuitive, I'm trying to get a tan right? So why am I going out dressed up? I don't want people gawking until I'm set up to tan, because I went very skimpy today. I have on my pink, polka dotted g-string bikini, which lets my ass hang out, the string cutting between my cheeks. I want a complete tan, so I had to forgo modesty to achieve my superficial dreams.
Why it's polka dotted, I don't know. There's only enough fabric on the small cups and panties to fit half a dozen dots.
Daddy closes up the trunk and we head over to the sand. Getting closer and closer to the water, my shoulders sag as it all comes into view.
Ugh, why are there so many goddamn people here?! There's gotta be a couple hundred people along this stretch, tightly packing the shore front as there horrible progeny dart between all the towels and umbrellas. Seriously, I have to jump backwards in order to avoid getting run over by a couple 10 year old boys.
It's not much better when I set up camp. I lie down to test the layout, only for a kid to go f
lying by and kick sand all over me.
“Daddy!” I whine, snatching his attention away from setting up his own part of the beach. “This is not going to work at all.”
“What?” he asks, entirely confused. “Why?”
I roll my eyes. It should be pretty obvious. “It's way too... busy here.”
He looks around as if noticing it for the first time. “Babygirl, you're just going to be laying here.”
Yeah, in my g-string. My face flushes as I think about my bare ass exposed to the hundreds of eyes around here, especially all the young boys that are constantly running about. They're going to stare. What if they touch me or just... bother me?
Of course, I can't tell him any of that. It's too weird to think about. “We need to go someplace more secluded.”
“Hey, it's your vacation time. We'll do what you want.” He tilts his head, his cut jaw jutting to the side as he thinks. “Just down the road there's a small inlet. Hard to see from the road, so it's usually pretty empty. I used to go there when I was a kid.”
I chuckle. “When you were a kid? That must have been a long time ago.”
He mock frowns. “Hey.”
“You sure the last ice age didn't swallow it up?”
I jump to my feet, gathering my stuff quickly in my arms. Daddy's prodding fingers swipe in. I tuck my hips in and away, his fingers skimming across my bare midriff. I stumble to the side as I avoid his efforts to tickle me. I laugh, scampering away as he gives light chase. He surrenders promptly, having to return to gather his own things.
I jog all the way to the car, breathing deeply as I try to regain my composure from laughing while running. Daddy follows behind, smirking as he challenges me from afar. “I'm gonna get you next time!”
“No fair!” I shout back, “Not in the car. I can't escape.”
He just smiles as we pack up to head over to his special spot. We arrive at a wooded path just five minutes from the beach, parking a little ways away and walking to the edge of the woods.
“Through there?” I ask. “Are you sure?”
He nods. “Yes, it's not very far in.”
He leads the way and I follow, having quite a bit of difficult crossing the brush in my flip flops. But it takes only a minute of walking to exit the other side, where we're met by a large rock face. Daddy waves me to continue following, and he turns into a hidden corner between two large stones. When I approach the corner, I feel my heart give out a little.
“Holy shit.” Through the crevice between the rocks, I can see the beach, glorious in its pristine beauty. The sand is bright, free from all the normal garbage you'd see along the beach, and from the small crack, I can tell there isn't anyone around for a distance.
I chastise him. “Why didn't you take me here first?”
He shrugs. “I actually didn't really remember it was here. I haven't been here in a long time. I forgot about this too”—he gestures downward—“there's a little bit of climbing here. You think you can handle it?”
Through the crevice, the rocks lead downward a ways, giving us a good fifteen feet of climbing. Not difficult in the least, just stepping along the stones until you reach the sand, but difficult enough to deter the average family from making their way down here.
I scoff. “For that beach, I'd rappel down a mountain.”
Daddy holds his hand out and guides me slowly down the steps. It looks easier to descend than it actually is, what with my flip flops having little to no traction, but daddy keeps me secure as his hand clasped in mine holds me steady.
A sigh of relief as we hit the bottom, and I race out ahead of him to set up my towel.
“You're not going to start tanning right away, are you?”
I look at him like it's the stupidest question ever. “Uh, yeah, that's why I came here.”
“How about we go test out that water first?”
I look over at the sparkling beach, the water a welcoming respite from the sun. I pinch my lips together, contemplating my choices. I got time, I guess. “Ok,” I nod.
Daddy sets his stuff up next to mine and takes his shirt off. Pale, right? But it's not enough to detract from his frame. My stepdad has a very muscular yet lean frame, built from his consistent regimen of working out before heading into the office. He takes care of himself in order to counteract the effects of sitting at a desk all day long.
As awkward as it felt to imagine lying on that other beach with all those kids running around my skimpily dressed body, for some reason, I feel a pang of something inside me at the thought of doing it here... alone with my stepfather. I wouldn't be bare in front of anyone else, as the beach is deserted for a long way down, but the thought of being bare in front of daddy with nothing else for him to focus on but me? He might have at least been distracted before, but he sure as hell is going to notice every inch of me here. Self-conscious doesn't even describe it!
He looks at me, looking left and right, as if looking around for something. “Uh, what are we waiting for? Are you coming?”
I'm here. I climbed down some goddamn rocks to get here. I can't let my own paranoia stop me from having a good time.
That doesn't mean I can't turn away when I undress. I take my shirt off, and unbuttoning my jean shorts, I bend over and slide them down, kicking them to the side.
When I turn around, I see my daddy's eyes flick away quickly. It's impossible not to notice where they were looking just before they decided to run away. Oh my God! I was trying to avoid looking at him, but I instead just gave daddy a full view of everything behind me! This couldn't be anymore embarrassing.
He clears his throat. “That's a... strange swimsuit to be wearing.”
I blush. Ugh. Of course he has to say something and draw attention to it. “I told you I needed to get a tan,” I say under my breath, fidgeting as I hold my hands behind my back.
His eyes seem fixated on me, and I can feel the heat rush to my face. Daddy licks his lips, as if countering a suddenly dry mouth. He diverts. “Yeah, of course,” he says. He holds a bottle out for me, “Sunscreen?”
I put my hands on my hips. “Daddy, I just said...”
“Right. Well, can you help me then?”
“Help you?”
“Yeah, not all of us here need a tan. I can't reach my back, and I will be incredibly burned if I don't put on some protection.”
As he hands me the bottle and turns around, the word 'protection' echoes in my mind. The word provokes me. I think of a condom, I think of a hard cock, I think of daddy standing over me as I look up at him on my knees, I think of sliding the condom over him...
Whoa, whoa, whoa. Relax. He's your daddy. Come on.
I shake my head and put some of the lotion in my hand. Spreading it over my palms, I begin to apply it to daddy's skin.
Over his thick shoulders, across his powerful back muscles, down the contour of his spine, pressing against his strong lower back... The motions make me think about my own body: my stomach exposed, my large breasts barely contained in their cups, the string between my soft cheeks grazing my backdoor...
I rapidly apply the rest and remove my hands, like I touched a hot stove, fearful of my own mind and the sensations welling inside me. I shake my hands in the hope that I can dull the naughty feelings. I can't, so I run out ahead of him, intent on drowning my hot desires in the cool water.
The ocean is revitalizing as my bare feet splash through the tide. I dive under water as daddy gives chase behind me, enjoying the refreshment before I'm forced to lie in the sun for an hour or so.
As I come up for air, I comb my wet hair back. Before I can react, daddy's hands are around my waist, picking me up and tossing me in the air, submerging me once again, this time unwittingly.
I sputter as I come to the surface. “Blegh! Daddy!”
“Oh, come on,” he chastises, “the beach is for fun.”
“Maybe for an old man like you to relive your youth, but I'm perfectly fine not getting dunked underwater.”
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�There you go again, saying I'm an old man.” I'm not sure if he's annoyed, or poking fun at my teasing.
“Well, you are,” I smirk.
“I'm not that old. I'm not even 40 yet.”
“Well, that's old for me.”
Daddy approaches, his movements slow as he wades through the water. “You're telling me,” he says, his hand swinging around to the side of my stomach, lightly caressing me as it slides along my back, “that you wouldn't date a man my age?”
Daddy's look is impressive, his eyes holding sway over me so much so that I feel like a field mouse staring into the eyes of a lion. Heat rises to my face and I can't tear my eyes away from him. I finally mutter, “Well, I don't know. I haven't thought about it.”
“You haven't thought about being with a real, mature man?” The tint of his voice is more than suggestive; it's absolutely dripping with insinuation, a dark matter that prickles my skin at the mere thought of engaging it.
“Mature?”
“You know, someone who takes care of you, who's got every answer you'll ever need.”
I swallow, unable to respond.
“Who can do things like this for you.” His other hand circles around my waist. Both hands move downward, crossing the boundary of what little fabric I have protecting me, running over my soft flesh and cupping my ass in his hands.
I squeeze my butt in response, scared but delighted at the tantalizing thrill of a man's hands on my body. Daddy squeezes me in response, and then lifts me up in the air, pulling my body to him so that our bodies go flush against each other and my legs wrap around his waist.
“See how easily daddy carries his babygirl. She's really light in his arms.”
I nod, transfixed by daddy's piercing gaze and his hands holding me up in the air.
“Is that what you'd want?” he smiles. I can feel daddy's cock harden beneath my pussy, bulging with each flash of arousal, pressing against the sheer fabric of my bikini.
I've always thought of myself as a pretty confident girl, even haughty at times, capable of handling the most dire of situations. But this situation? This one is... frighteningly erotic. My stepfather's coming on to me! It's so incredibly taboo but heartpoundingly delicious. I've never thought of him like that before, but this moment, his innuendo, his assertive motions... it's like it's all I've ever wanted. Like my stepdad has been the root of my desires for so long that I'm burning inside for him to take me.
