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It all began when I was very young. My family consisted of two elder brothers along with my mom and dad. My brothers were much older than me. Sam was 6 years older. Joe was 8 years older than me and they were both already working with dad. My dad had been a Silicon Valley whiz kid. He had his own Software Company by the age of 25, and was a millionaire before Joe was born. Mom was also a software engineer and my parents met at a technology convention and fell in love. I think anybody could fall in love with mom. She was the hottest software engineer you'll ever meet. My dad wasn't the nerdy type either. In fact he always had an aura of a Cooperate Giant rather than a geeky computer guy. We lived in a big mansion and ever since I was kid, I enjoyed the lifestyle of a princess.
I just had started college. I was still dating my high school boyfriend, to whom lost my cherry a couple of years ago. I was not a promiscuous kid. I was good at study and was a model child of a model family.
On the Christmas Eve, It was a family tradition that we all waited for Santa in our own rooms. He always came in the middle of the night and brought a bag of gifts. We all then showed each other our presents in the morning. When I was a kid, I used to believe that it was the real Santa. As I grew up, and grew out of my Santa believing phase, I knew it was either my dad or one of my brothers dressed up as Santa. The Ritual continued and whoever he was, my Santa did a very good job of disguising his identity.
That fateful night, I was not feeling well. I was feeling hot and uneasy. Yet I did not feel like turning of the room radiator. I was getting sweaty and as the time passed by, I felt more and more uneasy. I decided to let lose my clothes a little bit. I unbuttoned my shirt. It felt better. So, I took it off completely. I then also removed my trousers. It was a relief. I was now clad only in my white cotton panties and white bra. I was considering that if I should be wearing such dress when Santa arrives. But then I thought that there is no harm in it as I was convinced that the Santa was my dad. And I saw no reason to be ashamed of my dad. I lied down on my bed and drifted of to sleep. I was woken up by the sound of heavy panting. I was astounded to see that Santa was standing by my bed with his pant dropped to his ankles. He was furiously jerking his big thick dick!
I was no stranger to the male sexuality and had seen my boyfriend masturbating but the fact that astounded me was that it was perhaps my dad who was beating off at the image of his semi naked daughter. Before I could speak anything, Santa let out a heavy groan and came all over bed sheets. I was astounded and baffled. Santa, on the other hand, was calm and cool. He took a minute to calm down and then spoke in his electronically disguised voice, "Sorry my dear! You are so beautiful I could not resist. "
I tried to speak something! Anything!! But no voice came out of my dry throat. In stead I noticed that I was feeling wetness in my panties. I covered my wetness with the sheet which was already soaking with Santa's cum.
Santa spoke again, "So my dear have you been a nice girl in this year?"