[Sorry for the Christmas-centrism here, I just always wanted to write about Santa. Shout-out to lollipopslut for inspiration.)
Hellie had always had kind of a Santa fetish.
It wasn't all about sex. She had fond memories of watching Santa cartoons when she was a kid, and of a part-time job as a mall elf when she was a teenager. Her Santa then had been a guy named Bill who had a real beard, cracked dirty jokes with the staff, and became a real Santa when he bought them all Christmas Eve drinks.
But she couldn't deny that she'd fantasized at times about sitting on Santa's lap- any Santa really -with her bare skin against his soft red suit, and telling him exactly how naughty she'd been.
This year for Christmas, Hellie's live-in landlord, Bryant had gone to visit his adult children. Hellie's roommate Trevor had gone home, her newly close friend Karen was with her mother, and her favorite dom, Dill, was with his kid. Her boss, Nicolai, had offered what was essentially a Christmas orgy at his mansion, but Hellie thought that sounded crowded, sweaty, and exhausting. She had to admit that the sex around Nicolai often felt like work, and who wanted to work on Christmas?
It was Dr. Hendricks who'd invited Hellie to stay for Christmas Eve.
"I would love to have you," he'd told her. "If you'd like to be here."
Hellie had hugged him tightly, her pussy tingling. "I would love that, Daddy."
And so, Hellie arrived on Christmas Eve with bags to stay a few nights. She and Daddy took them to his room, and then they went down to Daddy's office for Hellie's therapy session.
"Should we continue our conversation about Santa?"
"Sure," said Hellie. "I mean, it doesn't take a doctor to understand why I like him- no offense."
"None taken."
"I like older men, I like presents, and I like that he's a sweet person who cares. Like you, Daddy." Hellie smiled and let her arms press her large breasts together in the cardigan she was wearing.
Daddy's gaze dipped down. "Oh Princess, that's very sweet."
"Plus I could sit on his lap and tell him what a naughty little ho-ho-whore I've been."
Daddy chuckled and made a note. "I should've taken you to see Santa at the mall."
Hellie grinned. "We can go next year, Daddy. I'll wear pigtails and a tiny dress."
"That's my girl."
After Hellie's session was over, they ate dinner, watched a Christmas movie, and then it was time for bed.
"I can't wait to curl up with you for a cozy Christmas Eve, Daddy," Hellie said, kissing him on the cheek.
Daddy shook his head. "Oh no sweetheart, you're not coming to bed with Daddy. Tonight you're sleeping on Daddy's couch."
"What? What do you mean, Daddy?" Hellie frowned.
Daddy patted the side of Hellie's face lightly. "Well sweetheart, Daddy needs to leave some cookies out for Santa."
Hellie giggled. "Santa?"
"That's right Princess. Daddy's going to dress you in a pretty new Christmas nighty and then we're going to leave you out for Santa to eat."
Hellie grinned. "Okay Daddy, we can do that."
Daddy took all of Hellie's clothes off, and bathed her in warm lavender bubbles. He rubbed her waxed, puffy pussy lips with soap, her inner lips with water, and slid a rinsed finger inside her for good measure, making Hellie moan and giggle.
He slid his finger from her pussy then washed her ass, lathering up her jiggling, chubby cheeks and scrubbing them with soap. His soapy fingers slid between her cheeks and washed her there, another finger slipping up her ass.
"Oohh Daddy!" she squeaked.
"We have to make sure your cookies are squeaky clean and tasty for Santa," he reminded her.
"Yes, Daddy."
He scrubbed her legs and feet, her breasts, her arms. He washed her hair and face with the attention of an artist, or a masseuse. Hellie was so relaxed that she wasn't even sure she could stay awake to fuck.
When they'd finished the bath, Daddy wrapped Hellie in a warm towel and dried her off carefully. He gave her pussy a little kiss and Hellie smiled.
"Ok," said Daddy, his eyes moving slowly over Hellie's naked body. "Let's get you into your Christmas pajamas.
Daddy took Hellie into his room where he dressed her in a short, red nightie with gauzy puffed sleeves, a flowy skirt, and one snap in the front, barely holding Hellie's big breasts inside. The bottom of her round ass peeked out from beneath the end of the nightie.
Daddy pulled Hellie into a sheer pair of red panties with a little bow on the front. He pulled two long red thigh-highs up each of Hellie's legs. Then, last but not least, he tied a red ribbon around her neck.
"There she is," Daddy said proudly as he looked her over. "The perfect little dessert for Santa."
Hellie looked down at the front of Daddy's pants. "Daddy, you're hard!" Hellie began to kneel down.
"No no no!" Daddy said, stopping her. "We have to save your cookies and milk for Santa tonight, Princess." He frowned and took off his glasses to look at Hellie sharply. "Daddy is very serious about this, baby girl."
Hellie nodded. "Yes Daddy, I understand."
Daddy took Hellie into his living room, where he'd made her a bed on his big, luxurious couch. He kissed her lips sweetly. Hellie couldn't believe he was really putting her in here for the night.
"Goodnight sweetheart," said Daddy. "Remember to be very very good for Santa tonight, and Daddy will see you in the morning for Christmas!"
"Yes Daddy." Hellie smiled at him. "Merry Christmas, Daddy."
"Merry Christmas, sweetheart. Now go to sleep, or Santa won't come on time!"
Daddy went to his room. Hellie shrugged to herself, guessing that maybe she had Dr. Hendricks in a Santa costume to look forward to later. She lay her head down on the fluffy pillow, pulled up the soft red blanket, and went to sleep.
In the middle of the night, Hellie awoke to a noise.
"Where is it...where's that blasted box.."
Hellie blinked to see a sizable red silhouette by the Christmas tree. She could hear grumbling.
"A-ha, here it is! Ho ho ho!"
The red shape began to rise, and turn, and...it was...Santa?!
