9. HENRY

I’d done a great job as Santa’s little elf helper, making his tree all nice and sparkly. The reward for a job well done was a large circle of camembert, ripped up pieces of bread to dip inside, and a small pot of jam from France that Daddy Santa was adamant paired well with the cheese.

We had a screener of Dashing through Cocoa, the FlixMas movie that we had planned to buddy watch via email. It was obviously much better sitting beside him and watching on his large TV screen compared to being in bed with my laptop.

I introduced him to Arnold my stuffed plushie lion. He was shy, so I stuffed him inside my elf suit. I didn’t want him getting any food on his already stained fabric.

The camembert was paired with more mulled wine and the sliced oranges that floated on top of the wine were very boozy after swimming around in the wine all evening. But they made for an excellent treat to suck on.

As we sat, becoming more and more comfortable with each other, I ended up practically sitting on his lap, which was good because he was Santa, and I had a very long wishlist of things I wanted him to grant me.

“I don’t think I can eat another piece of chocolate ever again,” I mumbled to myself.

“Why? I hope you’re not planning on already bailing on this date to go make yourself a man out of chocolate,” he said, tickling his hands in at my sides. “Because that would put you on Santa’s naughty list.”

“No, not because of that,” I said through the giggles of his touch on me. “Because I’ve had so much of it.”

“Those mochas are addictive,” he said. “But they’re so festive. You get coffee, chocolate, and of course, peppermint. It’s Christmas in a mug.”

“Mhmm,” I reached out for my mug on the table. “This is Christmas in a mug too.” My mug of mulled wine almost empty. “Oops. I might need more of it.”

We’d devoured the entire thing of cheese with the bread, surprisingly filling. It sopped up all the wine in my stomach.

Santa Daddy nuzzled his head into my neck, giving me kisses. “I think there’s enough for one more cup each. I hope you’re not a drunk little elf.”

“Nooo, I’m not, I’m festive ,” I giggle-snorted in response. “Isn’t that the correct term for it?”

“Festive, I’d like to feel your festive ass,” he said, slipping a hand down my back until he reached my ass sitting on his lap. He gave it a squeeze. “I wonder if you taste as good as you smell.”

“I’ve never tasted myself before,” I whispered. “But be my guest, I’m all yours to taste.” Maneuvering myself on his lap so my ass was lifted slightly, I gave him more room to play.

His hand went into my pants, skipping straight to skin as he felt my ass, holding it firm in his hand. “I’ve wanted to squeeze this ass for so long.” He kissed the side of my face. “You know those slacks you wear to work make your ass look so round. I thought it was an illusion, but it feels so round too.”

“I’m just an elf, waiting to have my ass devoured like two domes of Jell-O.”

He groaned softly, his raspy voice in my ear. “Go on, say something else. I want to know what you want me to do to this ass.”

“I want you to plant your North Pole in it.”

His scratchy facial hair rubbed against the side of my cheek as he continued to playfully purr in my ear. “I might be able to help you with that,” he said. “I also have a little surprise for you. I figured this couldn’t be a gift I gave you in the office.”

“Well, Santa is know for emptying his sack and giving presents,” I giggled.

Daddy Kringle walked me from the living room to his bedroom where there was a box wrapped on his bed. He handed it me. “I might seem forward, but I wanted to get you something on theme,” he said. “If it’s too much, let me know and I—”

I tore into the paper and saw the box. It was a candy cane shaped dildo. The very same one I’d brought with me. I giggled. “I have this,” I said. “With me. I—I brought it in my bag.”

“I guess you wanted to be on theme as well,” he said, scooping me up in his arms and lifting me high. “Now I’m wondering what size I should’ve gone for. If you’ve already got one, I’m sure you’re well versed in how thick it is.”

“I hope you’re not saying I’m a size queen elf?” I asked, shimmying around in his grasp. His hands were firm, he wasn’t letting go of me. “Because I’m not.”

“You’re not? Well, then what is Santa going to do with this very large pole he’s been hiding in the waistband for the last thirty minutes while you’ve been sitting on his lap?” He lifted me higher and then lower, almost like I was being used an exercise tool.

I wrapped my legs around his waist from my position on him. “If you let me have a look, I could probably think of a solution. I’m not sure if you know this about me but I also have more than just my degree in wrapping gifts and being the best elf there ever was, but I excelled in the candy cane arts too.”

“Good to know,” he said, carrying me over and laying me on the edge of the bed. “I’ve also got some tingle lube, it’s peppermint. I haven’t used it, but apparently it’s makes everything extra sensitive.”

My ass puckered at the idea of him applying the peppermint lube to it. I knew how my body reacted to mint body wash, so I could only imagine how it would react to the lube. “I’ll give it a go. Well, I’ll give anything a go once.”

“So, you haven’t used it before,” he mused, leaning in and kissing me. “I thought an elf like you would be well-versed in all things candy cane flavored.”Craning my head to try and kiss him again, I stuck my tongue out. His tongue met mine for a second before he licked my upper lip and tip of my nose. “I think I just licked that blush off.”

“Oopsie.”

Daddy began undressing while on top of me. Unbuttoning the Santa suit to reveal the white tank top under and the black suspenders keeping his Santa slacks up, and as my eyes travelled his thick torso down his abdomen, I caught the tip of his cock poking out above the waistband. I licked the tip of my finger and reached out, my saliva on my finger wetting the tip of his cock. He moaned, his back recoiling a little in surprise.

“Oh, you’re ready to play?” he asked. “That’s a good little elf.”

It took all over two seconds for trousers to drop once the suspenders were removed. We switched positioned. On my knees in front of him on the bed, his cock bulging in the white boxer shorts. I rubbed my hands up and down the length of his hairy thighs, rubbing my face against them, and transferring some of the red blush from my cheeks. I’d almost forget it was there.

Daddy Kringle watched as he leaned back on his arms. He didn’t say a single word, just moaned and groaned under my strokes. And then I pulled his boxers down to see his cock. He was uncut. The foreskin almost completely retracted over his pink tip. I stared at it for a moment like it was alien, but in reality, I was just thanking my lucky stars for landing this thick uncut blessing in front of me. I guess I really was on Santa’s nice list this year.

I licked his tip and pushed his foreskin down my tongue. He moaned harder the moment my tongue flickered at the little bit of skin right by the tip. It produced a little precum too, and that was heavenly to taste. Really sweet, just how I imagined Santa’s pre-seed to taste.

“Is this how you suck candy canes?”

Looking up at him with his cock in my mouth, I gave my head a slight nod. My mouth didn’t want to leave his skin, and my hands cradled his heavy balls. I massaged with my thumb and finger, getting early rewards for all the tasty treats he was giving me.

“Ok, I need to taste you now,” he said. “You’ve had enough of me.”

I sighed, standing from my knees. “But I was having so much fun.”

“You don’t want Santa’s to visit too early,” he said. “A premature Christmas.”

I giggled. “You mean come, or cum.”

“I mean, lay your pretty elf self on that bed so I can get you out of your clothes,” he said, standing to meet me, his cock poking me right in the belly. “Do you want to try this toy out now?”

“I’ve already tried it out before, I’m used to it,” I giggled. “But I’m ready.”

“But you’re used to yourself playing with it,” he said. “And you didn’t have this tingle lube.”

I was visibly excited about that, squeezing my thighs together and pushing my hand at my cock. “I hope you have a back up option too in case it gets too much.”

“Of course.” He pulled out two bottle of lube from his bedside drawer, both still wrapped in plastic. One of them red, white, and green, like a candy cane, and the other was a regular blue bottle. “As you can see, I don’t get a lot of action.”

“Santa is only active during December,” I giggled.

“I also bought them with the toy, so they’re new,” he said, sitting on his knees in front of me. “I’m going to be gentle with it.”

“Try not to turn my little stocking into a slip and slide.” I continued to chuckle, out of nervousness. “It’s still really a surprise that this is happening. I definitely think I’m on the nice list.”

“No doubt.”

Daddy pulled the toy from the box. The curved cane shape made from silicone. I reached out and grabbed the tip of it. Rubbing my hand down it, I felt all the ridges. They would feel a lot nicer after being lubed up that was for sure.

“Before we get to any of that,” he said, placing the toy on the bed. “I need to get you naked. I need to make sure you’ve not brought any elf-y contraband into the bedroom.”

“Contraband,” I snickered.

He spread my legs, going between them. “Like peppermint candy canes or marshmallows, you’d be surprised at where an elf can hide such things.”With swift precision, he removed the belt and tugged my legs free to reveal the tight red and white striped briefs. I’d had to search far and wide through my dresser for them. “I know you’re a good elf, but you can never be too sure.”

“Where do you think I’d put them?” I asked with a hand still attempting to cover my cock.

Daddy wiggled his brows at me and hummed. “How about I get you out of these clothes first, and then I can see about looking something a little deeper.”

The giggles continued to come out, thinking of him going deeper inside me. I liked the idea, but it was still so silly to imagine, and the mix of little space brain and adult space arousal was a fun place to be right now.

Once I was completely naked on the bed, letting him take every last bit of clothing from me, including the cute hat I’d had bobby pinned into my hair. He was working me out, spreading my legs and giving me a full naked pat down with squeezes and little kisses.

Over my body on the bed, he looked me in the eye and extended his tongue a little. “I’m going to look inside you now,” he said, pushing his tongue between my lips and kissing me. His tongue proving that it was a strong muscle with the way it controlled the space inside my mouth. From there, his tongue didn’t stay inside his mouth. He licked with a lubricated tongue the length of my torso, and then down to my cock. He avoided it, even with it right in his face. He looked to me, seeing how frustrated it got me and smiled.

“Patience,” he said. “I’m working up to it.”

“I’ve been a good boy,” I fought back with a pout.

“Good boys know how to wait.”

“Pweese.”

He licked the tip of my cock, and copied the move I’d made on the underside of his head. It elicited the wildest moan I’d ever released, my head going back on the bed and my hands trying their best to reach out and grab him by the shoulders, I needed my cock to feel the back of his throat. His beard was soft rubbing around at the base of my cock and balls.

“On your belly,” he said. “Legs over the side. I want to inspect you a little further.”

“Yes, Daddy.” It was instinct to get into the move and then reach around and part my ass cheeks for him. “Is this ok?”

“You’re a very well prepared elf, I see.” His tongue was immediately on my hole, prodding it. “I’m going to see how this makes you feel.”

Turning my head, I watched as he peeled back the lip of the lube. “It is safe for my bum, right?”

“Safe for anal,” he said, reading from the bottle and then showing me. “I already checked for that. Otherwise I wouldn’t have bought it. I’d never put something on you that I wasn’t willing to put on myself.”

“I’ll keep that in mind for what I want to do on you later.”

“Oh, is that so?”

“Yes, but I guess I’ll be the first to feel it.”

“Since you’ve been such a good boy, I figured this was the best treat.” He went back to his knees between my legs and the instant cool tingle of the lube on my ass made me clench. I gulped hard and then giggled. “First thoughts?”

“It’s good,” I said. “But the bigger question is, how does it taste?”

Audibly smacking his lips, he grabbed my as with both hands and parted my cheeks before going in with his entire face to lick at the lube he’d placed on me. I forced myself to stretch out further across the bed, pulling up his bedding with my grasp on it.

He warned me before attempting to play with the toy. It was just the tip, and yet my ass had muscle memory, knowing exactly what to do by welcoming the toy inside. My moans muffled against the bed as my ass appreciated each and every ridge slowly tingle my hole. The lube added to the sensitivity of it, a new layer to the toy.

“I’m not sure this entire candy cane is going to fit in the stocking,” he said, fucking me with the toy, in and out, slowly he was penetrating me. “It’s ok, I have other stocking fillers you’ll be able to use if this won’t do that job.”

No words, only moans escaped me.

“Keep it up,” he said, letting go of it and pulling my cheeks.

My ass muscles pushed and pulled the toy, but with all that lube, I knew it wouldn’t be too long before it just fell out as had happened several times before. I thought it was coming out for certain when it was pushed back in me, a little deeper than before.

“I think I need to mark off how much of this you got inside you,” he said, his hand on my lower back, stroking all the way up my spine as if trying to figure out how much of it I’d gotten inside me.

The trick was to eat light, take fiber supplements, and have already cleaned out before coming here. “I want to see it,” I said.

“Of course, whatever my sweet little elf wants.” He pushed the toy a little further inside me before I turned over on my back. He turned it around so that the hooked cane portion was laid flat on the bed, but his hand was firm on it, controlling the movement inside me. It didn’t last much longer inside me. “I can’t let a toy have all the fun.”

I rarely simulated the motion when I played with myself, mostly because I usually had one hand on my cock and the other either played with my nipples or cupped my balls. I rested a hand on my stomach, feeling where the toy had been and was desperate to be stuffed with something else instead.

Daddy showed me just how much of the toy I’d managed to take. It surprised me to know I had that much room inside me readily available. “Did you find any contraband in there?” I asked.

“Except for this rather than candy cane, I can’t say I did,” he said.

“But I’ll happily go in for another search.”

“I want to try the lube on you,” I said.

He handed me it and laid on the bed beside me. “You’ve got my body, what do you want to do with it?”

Looking down the furry layer of hair on his chest and curly hair pattern, I just wanted to climb on top of him and absorb his warmth. “I was thinking of this area,” I said, my fingers at his nipple, pinching them gently. “I bet it would feel nice.”

“As long as it doesn’t leave my nipples chapped,” he said, his chest going wild with movement as he laughed. “And I want you to get a taste of it too. I bet an elf’s little tongue would do a lot.”

I stuck my tongue out. “I don’t have a little tongue.” I tried seeing it, moving my head, but it was impossible. Maybe my tongue was small.Tasting the lube from a small dot on my finger, I then looked to the packaging. “Oh, it is edible.”

“This one is,” he said. “I wouldn’t have been eating your ass if it wasn’t.”

“Prepare yourself, Daddy.”

“I need to prepare myself?”

I nodded in a large gesture. “Yep.”

He placed his hands behind his head. “Nah, I’ve got this. I live in the North Pole, I doubt it can be colder than this place.”

“I see the North Pole right now,” I said, snort-laughing as I looked at his cock pulse with an erection against his hipbone. “I wonder what this would taste like with a little peppermint seasoning.”

“Seasoning,” he said. “Like I said, I’m all yours.”

I started with his nipples, knowing I was doing a good job by the way he moaned, and then made my way down to his cock. A little went a long way with the lube, in both terms of the flavor and the lubrication. I licked the tip before going deep down on him, all the way to the base. The peppermint tingle had a little bit of a numbing feel that the back of my throat really liked.

After that show of force, we couldn’t waste anymore time in playing around. Daddy took control again, positioning me on the bed, lubing my ass, and rolling a red and white striped condom down his cock.

“Is that a—”

“You don’t expect anything less from me, do you?” he asked, holding his cock at the base and then whacking it against his palm. “I told you I had something to stuff your stocking with little elf. Now it’s time for me to show you just how much stuffing it’s going to get.”

His cock went in deep, I’d already been loosened up, there was no coming back from that so quickly. I wrapped my legs around his waist and snuggled my body against his furry chest. I tried my best to stay squeezed into his skin, as deep and as comfortable as possible with his rhythmic thrusts. I didn’t want it to end. The sensory tingle had in all direction, mouth and ass, his cock penetrating one while his tongue penetrated the other.

We rolled around until I was on top and riding him, but that didn’t last long either before he sat up with his arms around me. We moved to the window, ice cold shiver took my back, and without a single warning from my body, I came. My body seizing with the contraction of my orgasming body.

“Oh that’s—” he started, his voice petering off into a grumble before moaning in my mouth. He pushed me flat against the window as he pumped and dumped his candy cane colored cock inside my hole, burying it like a treasure to be found again one day. I never wanted it to come out.

“I didn’t mean to,” I whispered as my body jolted from the sensitivity.

“We’ll know for next time,” he said, pulling me away from the window and kissing me on the mouth. “I mostly just wanted an imprint of you on my glass.” He laid me on the bed and slowly pulled his cock out.

From my spot on the bed, I’d really left an impression on the window, my entire back was right there in the condensation of the glass. I laid my head back and stared at the ceiling.

“Time for my second favorite activity,” he said, pulling the condom off and tying it. “A bubble bath.”

“A bubble bath!”

“Santa is very well-prepared to take care of his little elf,” he said. “And we’ve been talking for a while, if I didn’t remember your favorite activities, I wouldn’t be that good of a Daddy now, would I?”

“I hope you don’t treat all your elves this good,” I said with a full body shiver.

He winked at me. “Just you.”