Chapter 13: Daddy Santa & His Naughty Elf Daughters

T. Ropex

The world flashed around me. I shuddered as we appeared in a strange place. I blinked at what I was seeing. There were these curtains around it that sectioned off an area with a tall tree covered in strange baubles. They were orbs of various hues along with shiny strings of silver fuzz. There appeared to be strings of small, colorful bulbs wound through it. A woman with wings was on top.

“What is this?” I asked, staring at the boxes beneath it that were covered in various papers that had trees and strange striped canes and other items. The boxes all had wrappings on them.

“This is a Christmas event,” said the AI. “A mall Santa.”

“Oh, yes, I have seen a Christmas one. Women in very short skirts with strange white fur trimming them. They were hoping for Santa to deliver them big gifts. His cock.”

“Exactly,” said the voice. “The mall Santa along with his two daughters will be coming here. They’ll be dressed as the elves and he’ll be Santa.”

“Excellent.” I looked around. “And that is?”

“A Christmas Tree. It is erected and decorated with ornaments, tinsel, Christmas lights, and an angel or star is placed at the top. This one has an angel. A fictitious winged figure from mythology that acts as a messenger of a god.”

“Ah,” I said, nodding. “And the boxes.”

“Gifts. Though these are just for decorations. Santa will sit in the...”

I nodded as the AI explained it all to me.

John Anders

My daughters and I headed through the mall. It wouldn’t be open for another hour, giving us time to get set up. I loved being a mall Santa. It was so much fun. This one was intended for single mothers and their kids. We had toys for them. It would brighten their day.

Single mothers had it rough. Well, single parents did. I had to raise both my girls. My wife, Michelle, died delivering our second daughter, Becky, into this world. Our first, Kelly, had only been two so she didn’t remember her mother at all. I did my best to raise them and they turned out into fine, young women. Becky had turned eighteen a week ago.

It was a sad time and a happy one at the same time. I lost my wife, but I had our daughters. Michelle lived long enough to know Becky had been born healthy. That was all that mattered.

I held open the curtain to the set. We had a small break area behind the backdrop of the North Pole. A nondescript man stood by the Christmas Tree in khaki pants and a button-down shirt. A boring computer programmer or something.

I ignored him.

“Let’s get set up, girls,” I said.

“Sure, Daddy,” Kelly said. My oldest had glasses and brown hair. She wore a bulky Christmas sweater. She was a shy girl. I wasn’t sure she even dated. Maybe she was what they called asexual these days. Michelle would be amazed by how fast things changed.

I still wasn’t sure how many letters there were after the T. It was just LGB when I had been a kid. Now a T. Q. Maybe an A or some I’s. I wasn’t sure.

Becky smiled at me. She had her mother’s freckles and auburn hair. She was a playful one. I had a nervous time with her the last few years. She was a tad too eager to have a boyfriend. I didn’t mind her dating, I just didn’t want her to make any life-altering mistakes.

Getting pregnant at eighteen would be a disaster for her. Even for Kelly at twenty. They had college and their careers to think about before marriage. Besides, studies showed that getting married between twenty-two and thirty led to the best chances of no divorce.

I tried not to bug my daughters about that, but I just wanted them to be happy.

We went behind the set where the bathrooms were. They went into the girl’s restroom. I went into the men’s. I peeled off my clothes. I was in good shape. I had grown out my beard and I had gone gray in my thirties, so in my mid-forties, I was pretty silver. I pulled on the padding that would give me the shape of Santa and drew on the pants, the coat, and the boots. I put on the stocking. It looked hotter than it was.

I emerged out into the store and nodded. This was my third year doing it. Just on the weekends. There was a weekday guy, but he wanted to have some time off. So it was perfect for me. I worked four days a week from home, so it wasn’t bad doing this. It wasn’t for the money but for the kids.

I sat down in the chair. It was uncomfortable. No one did this job for the money.

My girls emerged not long after. They had on candy cane tights and green dresses that went down to their mid-thighs. They wore the fake elf ears. They also had tight, long-sleeve shirts beneath the dress with the same pattern. Lastly, their shoes were like slippers with bells on the toes so they jingled as they walked.

“Why are we here so early, Dad?” Becky asked as she sat in the chair. Her phone was already out.

“So we can be ready,” he said. “Are the candy buckets and presents all filled.”

“Yes, Dad,” Becky said, not looking up.

“They are,” said Kelly. She actually would have checked. “We’re ready.”

T. Ropex

They were not ready. I do not know why I was surprised that again these humans just did not live up to their life recreations. Why did they produce such salacious material and broadcast it shamelessly into the universe if it wasn’t accurate?

If they didn’t want superior aliens to think of them as horny animals, then why do it?

“Adjusting the scenario,” the AI said.

I was glad I had him, other wise this would be a real waste of time.

The air rippled and things changed for the better. The angel atop the tree was now looking sexy with her tits out and her hand between her thighs. Her wings were spread wide. The ornaments were full of lewd Christmas activities. The Santa went back to being fit. His coat was open revealing his bare and muscular chest beneath. He still had the gray beard, though.

That was part of the look.

His massive cock tented the front of his pants.

His daughters changed. They both wore thigh-highs that were white with red stripes like before, their shoes becoming stripper heels. They wore miniskirts lined in fur that barely covered their asses. Their tops left their midriffs bare and lifted their big, fake titties into a pair of jiggling mounds. Their elf ears looked natural.

Why not just have real elves ... well, they were his daughters, so I suppose that was fine. What did real elves think about humans wearing fake ears? They were both voluptuous. The older one’s glasses had become sexy and narrow while her brown hair was a bleached-blonde. The younger’s red hair was a more vibrant shade that spilled around her face. She also had a bellybutton charm of a silver candy cane sparkling with rubies.

“There’s my sexy elf-daughters,” Santa said. “Ho, ho, ho. Let’s warm my cock up and make sure it’s capable of delivering gifts to all those single MILFs.”

I nodded in appreciation as the two girls said, “Yes, Santa-Daddy!”

John Anders

God, I love seeing my daughters dressed up as sluts for Christmas. Hearing them call me Santa-Daddy was just the best. I was glad the mall had a place where single MILFs could get their stockings stuffed with my big dick and dump a big load into their pussies.

If I bred them for Christmas, they would get more Government assistance. I needed my elven daughters to make sure I could knock them up. They both were licking their lips. Their big boobs were quivering in their tops.

They both unzipped their tops, the green fabric lined in white fur fell away to reveal my daughters’ titties. Kelly’s had golden rings piercing through her nipples. Becky’s pink nubs were unadorned. I groaned at the sight of them.

“There’s my two elf-daughters’ slutty tits,” I groaned. “Mmm, let’s make sure your daddy is ready to deliver his presents to all those naughty MILFs.”

“Yes, Santa-Daddy!” my cute daughters cooed together.

Fuck, they were so sexy.

They both dropped to their knees, their tits jiggling. Kelly’s glasses slipped on her cute nose. I loved the sight as she leaned forward with her younger sister. Becky’s cherry-red tresses brushed her sister’s bleached-blonde. They both kissed the base of my cock and licked up me.

I groaned as my daughters’ wonderful tongues climbed up me. It was so good to feel them doing that to me. I groaned as they reached the tip of my cock. They brushed over the crown. It was so good to have them doing that. I loved it. I savored the way they licked at the crown.

Their lips brushed.

They both kissed together.

Michelle would have loved to see this.

No, she would be horrified by this, whispered through my mind. What a dumb thing to think. I spent money on my daughters to give those big, fake titties and their elf ears so they could be my sexy assistants this Christmas.

They knew their places. They were my daughters. They had to obey their father.

This is so wrong!

I ignored that voice as my daughter’s plump, red lips broke apart. A tendril of spittle connected their lips before it snapped. They giggled at that. They both flicked their eyes up to me. I grinned at them as they leaned in and licked at my cock again.

“Yes!” I groaned as they did that.

They slid their tongues up my cock. I shuddered at the feel of them doing that. It was just a wonderful moment. They climbed up my dick to the tip again. Their warm tongues felt so good bathing the sides of my cock. They reached the tip.

I groaned as they slid over me. It was such a hot thing to experience. I groaned as they licked around my cock. I savored that delight. It was just a wonderful thing. They flicked around me. It was such a perfect thing. They kissed again.

“Gorgeous,” I groaned.