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story_intro: Our hero is a busy Santa. First he teaches 4 year old Missy how to suck cock and how that special little place between her legs can give her some really nice feelings. This is in preparation for delivery to her new Daddy, who has even more fun in store for the little tyke. Meanwhile, Santa gets himself an eight year old assistant to act as his elf. 

story_language: English



 

Santa's List, part 2

Written by madvlad


Note: See Part 1 for plot background.

	Ralph was ready to supply his next client the following day. He had sent notification for the foster parents to return a four year-old girl named Melissa to the Children's Services Center. The parents were the kind who kept as many kids as possible for the money and could care less about the kids themselves. Melissa, or Missy as she was called, had blonde hair and blue-gray eyes.

	The photo in the database showed an impish grin that belied what two years in and out of the state system must have done to her. The child's addict of a mother had gone into court-mandated rehab and had made no effort to retrieve her daughter once she had completed her stint. But three arrests for possession showed that the rehab had not done any good, anyway.

	At least the girl was young enough to rebound if she was in a permanent home. A former British special forces commando and mercenary in his mid-40's named Simon Wynne had requested a girl about her age. Ralph had checked his background - the man had some serious combat experience and was not one to be trifled with. He was now on the planning end of corporate security - doing very expensive consulting when he saw fit.

	This was the third year that Wynne had sent his request. Last year, Ralph had a girl set up for him but things had fallen through when an aunt and uncle, both good people, had petitioned and had been granted custody of the child. With his heart in his throat, Ralph had explained to Simon what had happened and, to his relief, the ex-soldier couldn't have been more understanding and polite.

	"Trust me," he had written via e-mail. "I am quite familiar with how the best-laid plans can go awry. I wouldn't dream of depriving that girl of a proper home and wish her well. Perhaps another endeavour in the coming years will be more successful."

	This year, Ralph had triple-checked Missy's situation before contacting Simon. Once he was sure of this one, he notified his client and offered a ten percent discount because of last year's problem. But Simon would not hear of it and had promptly transferred the full $100,000 in Ralph's offshore account.

	The delivery would take place tomorrow during the day. He set up his Santa display in front of the storeroom and would man that later in the afternoon after Missy had been presented to Simon. This year, Ralph had acquired an assistant to help him after school on the Santa set.

	Her name was Brandy, a brown-eyed, brown-haired girl of eight who was currently living at the center's dormitory after she had charged her foster father with molestation. The Children's Services investigator had done a half-hearted review and found nothing wrong, despite corroborating testimony from other girls who had suffered similar problems with this foster couple. But in finding nothing wrong, there was much less paperwork to do and fewer bureaucratic asses to cover. Since there was a mandatory ten-day holding period when a child was removed from a home in a case like this, the little girl was still living at the center and would be returned to her foster parents on Christmas Eve.

	Brandy wore her hair in braids and had a full mouth that was well-designed for taking an adult cock, which her step-father had repeatedly forced her to do. Ralph had bought an elf's costume for her to wear on the set; a green velvet jacket that barely covered her ass, a matching cap, and red-and-white-striped tights. Her job was mostly to help keep kids in line and pass out candy canes.

	Ralph and Brandy had been at the Santa set for a half hour when a couple in their early fifties came by with five young children in tow. They had just picked up a little boy to add to their foster brood and stopped when the youngsters pointed at Santa, begging to talk to him. Ralph gave them a hearty Santa laugh and waved them over.

	All of the children were well-groomed and neatly dressed. Ralph had known the couple when he worked directly for Children's Services and knew they were a couple of good ones - not even any sex with the tykes. They had already managed to adopt two of the kids and would try to do the same with the rest. After Ralph had listened to each child's wish list while the mother took pictures, he sent them to Brandy for some candy canes. While the kids were occupied, the father asked Ralph about their wish lists, obviously looking to get then filled.

	When the family left, Ralph saw Brandy watching them with longing, obviously wishing that she was leaving with them. Later that evening, she helped Ralph pack away his set in the store room. Ralph gave her some drug-spiked punch that was laced just enough to let her guard down, not to make her unconscious.

	After removing his Santa beard (he knew Brandy didn't believe in Santa), he asked Brandy about her stepfather. Tearfully, she recounted how she had to suck the man off one to three times a day while she had been with him and his wife. The wife hadn't cared, presumably because the girl was now doing a chore that the woman didn't much care for.

	Early in the month, the man had begun to grope her ass and pussy, telling her that it was getting to be time to try some different things. That's when the girl called Children's Services. But now she would be going back.

	"I just can't stand any of that!" she concluded. "With his thing in my mouth and touching me between my legs..."

	"It doesn't have to be that way," Ralph gently told her. "Do you want me to show you how?"

	Brandy looked up at him, shocked at first. Bu then her shoulders slumped as she seemed resigned to what was going to happen.

	"I guess I have to, right?" she sighed.

	"No. Only if you want to, but I promise you will like it."

	"I don't know," the girl said, still very uncomfortable.

	"Then think on it. We'll both be here for another week. If you decide to change your mind, just let me know."

	Brandy looked at Ralph, surprised that she hadn't been forced to do anything.

	"Really?" she asked.

	"Really," he answered, brushing a teat from her cheek. "Now, onto a different matter. I'm hungry. Would you like to eat what they're serving for dinner in the children's center or would you like me to bring back some burgers from Dino's?"

	"Burgers!" the eight year-old replied brightly. Dino's was a popular local diner famous for its burgers.

	"Then burgers it is - with no strings attached."

	Missy's foster parents dropped the girl off without a word at eight o'clock the following morning. Ralph was already dressed as Santa and led the girl to the store room where he chatted with her and gave her a snack. The sedative in the milk she drank soon had the little girl asleep. Ralph worked at his Santa set for the next hour to keep up appearances before leaving it empty until the afternoon. As a volunteer, he could pretty much come and go as he wished without attracting any attention from the bored staff employees.

	He went back to the store room and found Missy beginning to stir. Three years of this had taught Ralph how much to dose a youngster for a given amount of time. Groggily, the little girl rubbed her eyes and looked at Santa.

	"I have good news for you, Missy," he told her. There's a man I know who wants to be your daddy."

	"Will I have a mommy, too?"

	"I'm afraid not. But you'll get to stay with your daddy - no more coming back here and going to another house."

	Ralph had reviewed Missy's record and had seen that the girl had been shuttled from home to home as some parents' certifications were pulled or when the department wanted to do an evaluation. There had been at least two good, caring homes she had stayed in before being removed for bureaucratic purposes.

	"My last home was scary," she noted, somberly. "They had lots of kids but everybody was always crying."

	"Well it will be just you and your daddy. And he wants me to make sure you know how to feel good in a very special place. Would you like that?"

	The little girl's face brightened and she nodded happily. Simon's request for preparation had been that she would know how her pussy could be made to feel good - but Ralph was not to bring her to climax. Ralph understood the reasoning behind this as he had done it before. Let the little one know that getting touched between her legs felt nice; but let her new adoptive parent bring her to her first orgasm.

	The other part of Simon's request had been for Missy to give a blowjob in advance so that she wouldn't be frightened when he had her to it to him. Of course, Ralph was eager to attend to the customer's request.

	"Come here, Missy," Ralph said thickly. "Let Santa make you feel good."

	The girl was wearing a blue dress that stopped at mid-thigh with matching leggings beneath it. As Missy stood by his knee, Ralph slid his hand beneath her legs and up her dress to probe her crotch through the fabric of her clothing. He could feel the round lump of the child's cunny as he began to rub it slowly but firmly. As she was being molested, Missy calmly stood still, wondering why Santa wanted to touch her where she peed. 

	Ralph found a slight indentation in Missy's crotch that he knew to be her pussy slit. He concentrated his rubbing there, working the thin cotton of her panties into the little furrow. Suddenly, Missy's sleepy eyes flew open and her mouth formed a surprised "O". 
Her thighs squeezed together on either side of his hand.

	"Does that feel nice?" Ralph asked, knowing that she had just experienced a frisson of pleasure from an unexpected spot.

	Missy nodded mutely.

	"Do you want you daddy to do more of that with you?"

	Another nod.

	"Then if you ask him nicely, I'm sure he will make you feel good there. Now let me show you how to make him feel good between his legs."

	Ralph unzipped his fly and withdrew his stiffened penis. Missy looked at it with a finger in her mouth, unsure of what to make of this.

	"You can touch it," Ralph assured her.

	Missy carefully reached out with one hand and patted the head, making Ralph's prick at the touch. Missy quickly pulled her hand away and giggled.

	"Can you make it do that again?" she asked.

	"Sure, go ahead and pat it again."

	Missy did this several times, clearly delighted with this new trick. Once he knew she was comfortable with an adult cock, he showed her how to wrap her hands around the shaft and rub it. She did this willingly with a look of determined concentration on her little face as she tried to make Santa's thing feel good.

	"It also likes to be kissed while you're petting it," Ralph told her.

	"It does?"

	"Yes, and if you kiss it and pet it long enough, it will give you something to drink."

	"Is it pee?" she said, wrinkling her nose. "I don't want that. That's yucky."

	"No, it's not pee. But it might be more than you can drink, so let's take off your pretty dress so you don't spill anything on it."

	Missy lifted her arms and allowed him to slip her dress off and stood in only her tight leggings and sneakers Ralph looked her bare chest and slightly pouting tummy, feeling envious of Simon. The Englishman would be able to feast at his leisure on that smooth little body, sampling the little nubbins that would sprout from her flat chest in seven or eight years.

	Ralph pulled her closer and worked his hand down the back of her leggings and inside her underpants, feeling the incredibly smooth skin of her ass before he managed to get one finger between her legs to caress the chubby girl there. He rubbed her briefly until she wriggled a little, and then pulled his hand free of her clothes.

	Missy resumed stroking his cock as he slowly guided her mouth to the head. She began with feathery kisses. Patiently, Ralph coaxed her to take the entire head in her mouth. Before long, the little girl was expertly licking and sucking the head. Ralph could feel his balls churning and warned Missy that she was about to get a drink.

	When the first burst hit her little mouth, she jerked her head away in surprise and watched as the remaining surges splattered onto her chest.

	"Uh, oh. I spilled it," she announced.

	"It's okay, Missy. That's why you should be undressed when you do it."

	The four year-old tasted the cum in her mouth and made a face.

	"It tastes funny. Do I have to drink it?"

	"Yes. It has lots of vitamins in it so you can grow and get lots of nice feelings between your legs."

	"Oh!" she replied and promptly wiped her chest clean and deposited the drippings in her mouth.

	When she was done, Ralph helped her get dressed again and then gave her another glass of milk. This glass was dosed heavier so that Missy would stay asleep during her transport.

	And hour later, Simon opened the front door to greet Santa. Ralph gently lowered the sack slung over his shoulder onto the couch and stepped back so that Simon could untie it and meet his new daughter. The former commando was still heavily muscled with a few scars showing on his hand and face. He could be quite fearsome if it wasn't for the smile on his face.

	"She was certainly worth the wait," he murmured. "Thank you. I take it her training is complete?"

	"Yes, sir," Ralph replied. "She definitely felt something in her vagina, but not enough to even get wet, yet. I figured I'd leave you with as much pleasant surprises as possible. And she took to oral sex easily enough - she thinks it's a game and that the semen is good for her growth and, ah, the special feelings she can get."

	"Capital! I take it that your organization has received the full payment?"

	"Yes. And now I will leave you two to get acquainted."

	A few hours later, Simon lay in bed naked with Missy kneeling by him, clad in only a pair of plain white cotton panties. They were slightly too large for her, which to Simon made her look more erotic with her little legs and cute tummy left bare around the puffy material. After she had awoken, he showed her around the house. Her eyes lit up when she saw all the clothes in her closet and the handful of toys in her room. Simon assured her that Santa would be bringing more on Christmas.

	The mention of Santa turned to a conversation of what Santa had shown her that morning. Now the nearly nude little girl was gazing at Simon's mammoth cock. It was a little over ten inches long and quite thick.

	"It's bigger than Santa's!" she gasped when the member became fully erect. It was only the second prick she had seen in her young life, but she judged it with all of the knowledge that a four year-old could muster.

	"It's the biggest in the whooole world!" she exclaimed, spreading her arms as widely as she could."

	"Thank you," Simon smiled. "I'm very flattered."

	"What do you call it?" the little girl asked.

	"A cock."

	"Cock," she said, examining how the word sounded. "Cock, cock, cock. Can I play with you cock, Daddy?"

	"Certainly."

	No sooner than Simon had given his permission did Missy begin to stroke his cock with her soft little hands.

	"Did Santa teach you to do something else with a cock?" he prompted.

	"Uh huh," Missy replied and promptly took the prick head into her mouth.

	Simon watched the little girl's lips strain as she sucked as hard as she could while rubbing his shaft. Then he felt her hot tongue wash over the tip. Groaning with pleasure, he stroked Missy's hair and admired how cute she looked with her small mouth full of grown-up cock.

	He could feel the pressure building in his ball and decided to let it run its course. He was highly skilled at controlling when he came, but there would be time for that later. Now, he let his seed pump into his daughter's mouth. Missy tried to swallow what she could but soon his jism was overflowing from her mouth. Fearing she might choke on too much, Simon pulled his cock out and dumped his remaining load onto her belly. When he was finished, he dropped his head back to the pillow and watched with content as Missy wiped her chest and stomach with her hands and cleaned them in her mouth.

	"Do you like to eat that?" he asked.

	"I like mac and cheese better, but Santa says this is good for me, and..."

	"Yes?"

	Missy leaned closer to her father and whispered, "And it helps feel good in my pee pee."

	"And Santa showed you how to feel good, did he?"

	"Uh huh."

	"Do you want me to make you feel good there?"

	Missy sucked the last of Simon's cum from her fingers with a loud smack and nodded.

	"Then let's get these off of you," Simon said as he tugged on Missy's panties.

	The little girl looked at him in surprise.

	"Santa didn't take my panties off. He touched me from outside. Then he put his hand inside on my bum and tickled my pee pee there."

	Simon couldn't follow exactly what the four year-old was saying, but understood enough of it.

	"Well, it will feel even better if you take your panties off. Come on, Luv. There's nothing to be afraid of."

	Missy let Simon pull her panties off to reveal a delicious looking little cuntlet. The tender looking, tiny female mound was perfectly bald and innocent, practically making Simon's mouth water at the sight of it.

	"My pee pee isn't a cock," the little girl announced, breaking the mood, if only slightly.

	"No," agreed Simon. "It's called a pussy."

	"That's silly!" Missy laughed. "Pussies have whiskers and tails. They are kitties."

	"Are they cute?

	"Yes."

	"Well, so is your little spot between your legs. That is why we call it a pussy."

	Missy patted her muff with her hand, making the ex-soldier's cock stand at attention.

	"Then this is my pussy," she proclaimed.

	Simon reached between Missy's legs with his right hand as the youngster sat in a kneeling position by his side. She hummed happily as his roughened hand gently caressed and massaged her tiny sex. "Ah," she said as she felt just the right friction against her cunny, just as she had with Santa.

	But Simon wasn't done. He rolled his thumb against Missy's baby clit and alternated with his other fingers in barely digging between the fat rolls of her outer labia. Missy began panting as he worked his fingers more firmly against her crotch. She felt herself becoming wet, but knew she hadn't peed. And her new daddy didn't seem to mind.

	Simon grinned at the little girl as he felt the lubricant beginning to flow from her small slit. Her eyes were slightly glazed as he continued his molestation. With a few guttural sounds from her throat, she began thrusting her most intimate place against his hand. She didn't understand what was happening to her but she somehow knew how to act to make those feelings even better.

	As her body began to tremble, Missy tired to speak but only made some unintelligible sounds as she weakly tried to bat at Simon's hand. He felt her pussy become even wetter and the little girl fell forward as her first orgasm sapped her strength. Simon took his hand away and licked his finger clean. Then he swiped one finger over her dripping mound and fed his daughter some of her very first cum juice.

	"Did you like how that felt?" he asked as he rolled onto his side.

	All Missy could do is respond with a wide-eyed nod. Simon leaned over and kissed her on the mouth. With her head pinned against the mattress, he introduced her to the joys of tongue kissing while his left hand found its way between her legs. When Simon lifted his head away from his completely pliant little girl's face, he took a moment to watch his fingers on her cunt.

	His hands were huge and strong. It would take little effort for him to jam one of his thick fingers into that hot little slit, perhaps tearing the inner lips a little before ripping through her hymen and making the tender walls of her vagina strain and stretch as she was filled with his meaty digit. But he only continued to gently but firmly work on her baby twat to bring her more pleasure.

	Missy made more of those little sounds that Simon was growing to love. He thrust his mouth over one barely noticeable pale pink nipple and sucked the tender flesh of her soft chest into this mouth. He dug at the nipple with his tongue and when he finally pulled his mouth away, the little bit of flesh was erect. Missy felt it with her own hand in wonderment. While she played with her undeveloped breast, Simon sucked and licked the other one to life before lightly chewing on the little layer of puppy fat on her belly.

	As Missy's moaning intensified, Simon put another lip-lock on her mouth, fucking the small cavern with his tongue as she came again, her mouth vibrating with the sounds from her mouth. As her orgasm subsided, Simon moved down to plant his head between her legs.

	Spreading the pudgy mound apart, he could see the smaller orifice of her inner labia and the piece of pink flesh beyond the tight opening that marked her virginity. He hadn't decided on how to deal with that, but he was in no rush as she now belonged to him. She was far too small to take his massive prick without suffering severe damage and for all of his brutal past, he could not conceive of inflicting any pain on this precious girl. It would have to be a finger them, but only when she was ready and had some understanding of what he was going to do. That would be in the future.

	For now, he brought his mouth up to her soupy cunt and began to snack on the four year-old's delicate sex. Elongating his tongue, he wedged it into her little hole and rubbed against her cherry. Then he went back to licking every other part of her tiny cunny that he could reach, leaving her buttery virgin depths for another day in the coming months.

	Missy's chest was heaving as her pussy was eaten. Her legs were pushed up in the air with the backs of her thighs resting on Simon's shoulders. She pressed her hands against his head to prevent him from stopping her newest round of pleasure. But he had no intention of stopping until he finally brought her to another climax. Missy managed something like "Yes...ugh...it's..." before her head fell back against the mattress and she came once more.

	Simon got out of bed and put a robe on. He looked back to the bed to ask Missy if she wanted something to eat, but the little girl was already passed out. The four year-old had a small smile on her face and her tiny, angelic body looked so fresh and innocent except for the trail of wetness that seeped from her hairless snatch. Simon drew up a sheet and blanket to her chin and let her nap.

	That evening, Ralph treated Brandy to a pizza he brought back for them to share.

	"Um, Mr. Ralph?" the girl asked.

	"Yes?"

	"What you said last night. Could you teach me to...to do that thing so it won't be so bad?"

	"You mean to suck a penis?"

	"Yes. It's always scary and I choke when my foster dad puts it in my mouth. A couple of times, he's had some friends come over and make me do it to them and they're just as mean. But then they go to the garage where my foster dad has something hidden in the trunk of an old car that doesn't run. I think there're drugs in there. Now soon I'll have to go back there and..."

	The little girl sniffled at the though of returning to her foster home. Ralph's cock didn't give him much time to think it over as it began to hammer from behind his fly, demanding to be let out.

	"Sure. It's mostly a matter of knowing when to breathe through your nose and when to hold your breath. And I may also be able to do something about having to go back to that home."

	"Really?

	"Really."

	Fifteen minutes later, Brandy was comfortably sucking on Ralph's cock. For starters, it was clean - which was more than her foster father's had ever been. He never forced her head onto it but allowed her to take her time instead. He was right - a lot of it had to do with her breathing. Once she had his head and part of the shaft in, he instructed her on how to use her tongue.

	She could tell how much he enjoyed what she was doing. For the first time, she felt a small thrill during oral sex as she felt a small bit of control and power in how she could make the man feel. Instead of trying to shove her head closer to her groin and muttering angry threats if she didn't do things right, he simply stroked her hair and told her how wonderful she felt on his prick.

	The eight year-old knew he'd be cumming soon when she tasted the precum oozing from the tip of his penis, but unlike the other men, he warned her just before he erupted inside her mouth. She was able to swallow more of his load because she was relaxed. And when he was done, he took a napkin and wiped the rest from her dripping chin instead of screaming what a slut she was. Everything was completely different with this mysterious man dressed up as Santa Claus.

	An hour away, little Missy was slumped against Simon's chest as he held her ass in his hands, moving her up and down with her hairless cunny pressed against his cock shaft. He was sitting on the edge of the bed with her in his lap, facing him. Although she was years away from being able to take his cock inside her sex, she had spent the last half hour feeling his throbbing shaft rub between her legs as she was rubbed up and down along its length.

	Her tiny pussy was spread apart along the slit, making a little bit of inner flesh and her clit get stroked by the massive prick. She had already cum twice and was trying to prop herself against Simon's hairy chest as he continued move her. Now he was controlling himself and luxuriated in the feel of the four year-old's little wet sex against his penis. But he knew that the little girl was nearing the end of her endurance and would let himself release the next time she came.

	His hands were so large that they completely covered Missy's smooth young buttocks with plenty of finger length to spare. She cried out as she felt another impending orgasm and looked up at him with an open-mouthed stare.

	"Alright, Little One," he said as she gave her little ass cheeks a squeeze. "This time we cum together. Are you ready?"

	"Guh," she replied and gave him a small nod.

	He pulled her even more tightly against his cock and quickened the pace of her travel along his ten inches. He came hard as he heard her cry out, blasting her soft tummy with his semen. He gave her a few more strokes as she came down from her peak, making her body convulse with aftershocks.

	She leaned back with her ass still firmly cupped in his meaty hands and cleaned the mess from her belly and deposited it in her mouth by the finger load. Then she snuggled against him in weariness and contentment. The arms and hands that had committed so many violent acts in combat could have easily done unspeakable things to her small body had Simon been a different person, but all they held for her was safety and security as she recovered from a very busy day.



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