I stepped into my bedroom, hair still damp from my shower as I tied the belt of my bathrobe. To my surprise, my daughter Cherry was nowhere in sight. I had expected to find her in bed, waiting for me to join her, yet to my disappointment there wasn’t a trace of her. Our friends Coco and Drew had booked a hotel room for the holiday; Christmas was their anniversary, and it seemed that they were making a tradition out of their first night together. That left us the house, and if I knew Cherry, she was as excited about that fact as I was. Yet here I was, alone.

“Cherry?” I called, walking out to the living room. The remains of our Christmas party earlier still cluttered the place. We’d invited all of Cherry and Drew’s close friends, friends who knew of our secret relationship, as well as a new member of their friend group. I’d had misgivings of having this Jean person over, but the ever-enigmatic Lexi had vouched for her. I was still a bit unclear on that situation, but the girl herself was pleasant enough. She came off as a bit rough around the edges, but I was quite pleased with how well she got along with my daughter, so I couldn’t complain.

Something caught my eye and I turned toward it in bewilderment. In front of the Christmas tree was a large box, roughly the size of a carry-on suitcase, which I could’ve sworn wasn’t there before. Approaching it slowly, I studied its sparkly red wrapping paper and the green bow on top. Based on its lid, the box was definitely designed for presents, and I found a rectangular white sticker lettered with gold sharpie.

FOR DADDY

I smirked, chuckling to myself. The things this girl got up to sometimes. As soon as I began to lift the lid of the gift box, out popped my daughter, wearing nothing but a red ribbon. “Merry Christmas, daddy!” she cheered, but I was too distracted with her appearance. The ribbon was about as wide as my thumb was long, and it coiled around my daughter’s nude form at key points, covering her little nipples, hugging her slender waist, and tightly plastered between her legs. Needless to say, my jaw was on the floor and my eyes on her nubile body, devouring the sight of her petite form with no reservation.

“Cherry…” I mumbled after swallowing to keep from drooling. “What… What is this?”

“I’m one of Santa’s little elves!” she giggled, playfully flicking one of her pointy prosthetic ears. “You’ve been good all year, so he left me here to…” She lowered her voice to a seductive lilt, something she was still having trouble mastering. Her juvenile attempts at it coincidentally had the intended effect of stoking my lust. “…keep you company.”

“Is that right?” I growled, eyeing her glossy copper hair spilling over her shoulders and her nipples hardening under the ribbon. She nodded enthusiastically, giving me an adorable “Mhm!” I placed my hands on her waist and gave it a good fondle, then lifted her out of the box, causing her to squeal in delight. “Then I hope Santa won’t mind if I’m a bit naughty, just for tonight.”

“Heehee. But I know the truth,” she said softly, and this time her voice really was as arousing as she wanted. My growing manhood parted the flaps of my robe to answer her, and she grinned and gently palmed it. “You’re a naughty daddy all year ‘round. But don’t worry.” She got on her knees, dropping her voice to a whisper. “I won’t tell.”

With that, she sank my cock deep into her tiny mouth, making me gasp with pleasure. Her little tongue curled around the bottom and sides of my shaft, sliding side to side and slathering my length in saliva. She always used two hands when working my cock into her throat, and I put a hand on the back of her head to help her along, burying my fingers in her fiery hair. The squelch of her gagging spurred me on, and I made her head bob back and forth as she pleasured me. Tipping her head back a bit, I was greeted with the breathtaking view of her big green doe eyes looking up at me, and I clenched my jaw as she sucked the first orgasm out of me. I took a half-step forward, trying to bury myself as deep into her throat as possible, and she clutched onto my hips to maintain balance while helplessly swallowing cum. Her eyelids fluttered a bit before squeezing her eyes shut, gulping down the warm cream.

Panting, I stepped back and pulled myself from her lips, and she gasped for air before wiping her mouth. She took a moment to catch her breath before giving me a grin and a cheeky chuckle. “Was that good, daddy?” she asked, her flat chest still heaving from the endeavor.

“The best, baby,” I affirmed, and she happily helped herself to some of the leftover chocolate chip cookies from the party.

“Always need cookies to go with milk,” she laughed, happily holding a cookie in each hand and taking turns biting each one. She might have been a college student already, but I wished this childlike quality about her never went away. We sat on the carpet, leaned against the coffee table while she ate, and she even fed me a cookie. Every now and then, I would catch her glancing at my dick to see if it was ready yet, and it was a subtle reminder that this sweet and wholesome holiday moment was a flimsy pretense to what she actually wanted. And I was powerless to deny her.

It was when she put a bit of cookie between her teeth and moved to feed it to me. Our lips met and the cookie was pushed into my mouth, followed closely by her tongue. My vigor returned, leaving me rigid and wanting, and my hand found one of her ass cheeks and gave it a gratuitous squeeze. She moaned into our kiss, then broke away and turned her back to me, pulling the ribbon aside and mounting my restored erection. I clutched her petite body to mine, maneuvering us so that we were lying down with her on top. Sinner position was my favorite, a true holiday classic.

“Daddy…” she breathed, a hand absently reaching behind her in the hopes of cupping my face. I moved into her grasp, and she pulled me to her neck so that I could adorn it with kisses and licks and bites. We groaned in unison while I thrusted up into her, my free hand rubbing her nipples through the ribbon. The silky material clearly made her sensitive, leaving her writhing around on top of me. “You’re being so bad…”

“Am I gonna be put on a list?” I grunted between kisses on her shoulder. We rolled together, tumbling toward the Christmas tree. She laughed once we settled again with her on top, then went back to moaning.

“You definitely should be on a list, fucking your own daughter like this,” she whispered, biting her lip. “So disgusting. And on Christmas too. God, you’re such a dirty daddy.” Her breath caught in her throat when I moved my hand to trace circles around her sensitive little nub, her insides tightening around me with just the slightest bit of suction.

“I’m not the one wearing nothing but a ribbon, princess,” I rasped into her ear before nibbling on it. That set her off, and her whole body tensed as her breathing was reduced to little gasps, her walls clamping down on me spasmodically.

“Guh!” she mumbled, her head tipped back against my shoulder and her eyes rolling up. I held her tight, my finger on her clit never relenting as she rode her climax. Sucking on the hollow of her neck seemed to enhance the sensations, and she was reduced to incoherent babbling, fingers and toes curled as she rocked back and forth on me. She finally went limp, her breathing quick and shallow as she lay in a daze, still impaled on my cock. I held still for her, though my hardness still inadvertently pulsed every now and then. Once she had recovered enough to speak again, she giggled drunkenly and asked, “Don’t you like the ribbon, daddy?”

“Oh, I love it,” I confessed. “I do love unwrapping gifts, after all. But it’s making me feel… a bit greedy…” I growled my lust into her ear, then resumed pumping into her.

“W-Wait, daddy, I just came–!” Her frantic protests were silenced by a new wave of euphoria crashing into her, and then she began crying out with each thrust into her tightness. I seized her by the waist and began shoving her onto me, using her like a little doll. She collected herself enough to bring the volume down and form words again. “Yes, daddy! Fucking cum in me! Cum inside your little girl!”

Nails digging into her soft porcelain skin, I slammed her down onto my cock as deep as it would go and unloaded into her womb. She screamed loud enough for the neighbors to hear, her back arching as her juices sprayed everywhere. I felt my cock ramming against her cervix as I painted her insides, her pussy closing around me like a vice. Our hips were raised together, and when the worst of our orgasms ran their course, we crashed back down into a heap, breaths ragged and limbs splayed. Every time we had mind-blowing sex like this, I told myself I was getting too old for this. Yet without fail, this little minx made me cum like a young man half my age and yearning for more. She would probably be able to get a third round out of me before the others came home in the morning.

As we lay in the afterglow of our lovemaking, I cast a glance at the Christmas tree. Some of its lower branches were dripping with fresh squirt juice, and on reflex I licked my lips. “Oh Cherry, look at the mess you made,” I panted.

She lazily raised her head to see, then rested it back down on my shoulder. “It needed to be watered anyway,” she giggled between breaths.

“Baby, it’s plastic.”

“Oh yeah.”

I chuckled and wrapped my arms around her, holding her close as I gave her a kiss on the cheek. “Thank you, love.”

“Did you like your present, daddy?” she asked, voice full of joy.

“I most certainly did, though I suspect you enjoyed it even more.” She feigned ignorance, a giant smile on her face. “I’ll tell you what, you need to wear this ribbon more often.” At that, she giggled and turned to kiss me on the lips. I breathed in the scent of her, sweeter than any holiday treat. “Merry Christmas, princess.”