Santa's Little Helper

It had been a cold and long night, but a good one. Santa had been delivering gifts all over the world, as he did every year. At each house he would hop out and down the chimney with his bag of gifts. He'd eat the cookies, drink the milk, and go about his business, and then be off. He was quick and efficient. And as the night wore on, he got quicker and quicker, more and more excited. This was the night he looked forward to every year. It was his night to shine.

But there was another reason for the pep in his step as well. He had a house he was especially looking forward to visiting. You see last year, he had found a very naughty little girl still awake waiting for him Christmas Eve. He had to give her a very stern talk, and explain to her that she was supposed to be in bed. But there was something about her. Something he just could not shake. He had thought about her all year. And as the reindeer pulled his sleigh ever closer to her house, he could not help but get excited to see her once more. He wondered if she had taken his talk to heart or not.

He had checked for her name on his list several times, to be sure. She was on the Good girl list, so that was good. He had some special gift just for her. He smiled when he thought of the gifts he had made for her, and the joy that he knew they would bring her. He looked up and saw her house come into view. He had made sure to be as efficient and quick as possible tonight, to build in some extra for his visit, just in case.

The sleigh came to a soft stop on her rooftop, kicking up a light dusting of snow. Before the snow had settled again, Santa was already bounding down the chimney, only the top of his bag of toys could still be seen as he dropped down out of sight.

As Santa emerged from the Chimney, he turned around, and there below the shining lights of the tree, she knelt, waiting for him. She wore a Green Christmas dress that came off the shoulders, and had bells around the hem. Her hands were in her lap, and her head was bowed, eyes closed as she waited for him. Nearby, was a small table with milk and cookies and a note. He grabbed the note, and read it quickly, keeping one eye on her.

"Dear Santa, I know I am supposed to be in bed, but I just had to wait for you. I was thinking about it, and realized you must be super tired. No one ever helps you on Christmas. So I figured I'd wait for you and be a good little Santa's helper for you."

He couldn't help but smile as he looked at her, as he ate one of the cookies. Santa's little helper Hmm? He thought to himself. Well, she had been good all year. He kept an eye on her as he filled the stockings, thinking about the note.

When he was done with the stockings, he turned toward her. "So little one, you want to be Santa's helper Hmmm?" He said with a twinkle. "Why don't you grab the gifts out of the bag, and put them under the tree for Santa, while he eats his cookies?"

She smiled brightly up at Santa and nodded. As he grabbed a cookie and the glass of milk, he stood back and watched. She crawled over to the bag he had left by the fireplace. Her bare ass under the dress wiggling bells jingling in a very Christmassy fashion. He took a sip of milk as he noticed that her pussy lips were glistening with wetness.

She crawled back and forth from the bag to the tree several times bringing gifts to the tree as he watched. Santa would help with the bigger gifts when she struggled, but mostly he just watched. When she was done, she quietly went back to her position beneath the tree on her knees as she had been when he arrived.

He Walked around behind her inspecting her work. A few gifts needed to be moved and rearranged to his liking, but she had done well. Next he turned to her. He stood behind her and inspected her. Her dress had ridden up a little in her work, and her ass was now in full view. From behind her and above, he could see down the front of her dress, where her perky tits pressed against the fabric. It was time, he thought, to give her a special gift for her help.

He pulled his cock out, already hard from the show she had been putting on. He stepped around to the side of her, and let his cock slide across her cheeks to her lips. "Open up for Santa little one." He said. "You've been a good little helper, and Santa is going to reward you."

Without a word, she opened her mouth, and turned her head, accepting Santa's gift. In minutes They had both moved to face each other, and her head was bobbing back and forth with a steady rhythm as Santa told her what a good little girl she had been all year and how proud of her he was. "In fact," he said as she took him all the way down her throat. "You've been so good, I think you deserve one of your gifts a little early." With a snap of his finger, and a little Christmas magic, one of her gifts unwrapped itself for her. A large dildo he had made for her, modeled after his own cock. And with a twitch of his nose it was under her, and she gasped. It didn't take her long to figure out what was happening though, and she began to bounce up and down and she continued to suck on Santa's cock.

Santa knew he had limited time. Even with the extra time he had saved, he still had other houses to visit. So he pulled back, and quickly helped her up to her feet, a loud popping sound came as the dildo dropped out of her as she stood. He walked her to her room. "Now, I know you were trying to help young lady, and you were a good helper for Santa, but you really should be in bed. You do remember me telling you that last year don't you?"

"Yes Santa" she said with a giggle. He led her into her bedroom, and brought her to her bed. There was very little time left. He had to be going. He bent her over the bed, and stuffed his cock into her pussy. "Naughty little girls shouldn't get rewards, but you did help Santa out. And you were good all year. So I think with a quick spanking," his hand came down on her ass hard when he said this, "we can let this go." He began to fuck her hard and quick. He grabbed a hold of the dress for leverage. He couldn't help but give a full bellied "Ho Ho Ho" when he heard the jingle bells from her dress as he fucked her. How appropriate he thought.

His laugh seemed only to encourage her, as she began to push back against him, and scream. "Fuck me Santa. Fuck your good little helper! Daddy told me you'd be proud of me!" Fuck your little helper Santa!"

This was just too much for Santa. He pulled out, and grabbed her by the hair, pulling her off the bed, and down to the floor in front of him. "Yes Santa, Give me all your Santa Cum!" She squealed," as he began to cum on her face. She opened her mouth, and he pushed his cock into her mouth and she took as much as she could until his cum began to spill out of her mouth down her chin.

Then quick as a flash, he was gone. When she opened her eyes, she was on the floor by herself, covered in cum, Santa no wear to be seen. She walked quietly out to the tree, and saw the presents under the tree, and the cookies and milk gone. She heard the faint sound of bells and looked out the window just in time to see what looked like a sleigh in the distance.

She smiled to herself as she licked her lips and wiped her face clean with her fingers, licking them clean as she walked back to the bedroom. She climbed into bed, and put her arms around Daddy and kissed him gently on the back. "Merry Christmas Daddy," she whispered as she drifted off to sleep.