Staci Austen and the Twelve Days of Christmas - Days I-V

- by Alvo Torelli

(Mg, mc, oral, bd, xmas)

I.

On the first day of the Christmas season, little Staci Austen went to the mall with her mother. She wore her prettiest Christmas dress, with the long sleeves and high neck trimmed with the loveliest lace. She brushed her long blonde curls until they shone as brightly as her little black shoes. Her big blue eyes gleamed with excitement.

Staci waited in line with her mother for over an hour. It was hard for a six-year-old to be so patient. The long line snaked through the ice forest and all the other children chattered excitedly to their moms and dads before each one, in turn, disappeared into Santa's house.

Finally it was Staci's turn! But suddenly she was frightened. What would she find in the small wooden house with the icicles hanging down all around it. Would Santa tell her she was a bad girl? Was she on the naughty list? Staci gripped mommy's hand tightly as they entered Santa's abode.

The big man sat on his big chair with his big tummy and big twinkling eyes peeking out from behind the biggest bushiest eyebrows Staci had ever seen. She hid behind mommy, just sneaking a look around mommy's hips. Santa was so large and scary!

"Ho, ho, ho!" Santa chortled pleasantly. "Who do we have here?"

Santa's elf said, "This is Staci, Santa. Staci is six and she's never met you before so she's a little bit worried."

"Now there, no need to be frightened, Staci," Santa said cheerily. "Come to Santa!"

Staci was still frightened and she tried to hide behind mommy. But she couldn't. She found herself coming out and tentatively climbing up into Santa's big lap. And to make matters worse, mommy and the helper elf both turned, silently, and walked out of the small house without a single word. Staci's fear deepened, but she could only sit in Santa's lap and look up into his big glittering eyes.

"Santa's been waiting and waiting, Staci. Did you know that every year Santa finds one special little girl to be Santa's Cutie? Santa always knows his special Christmas Cutie the minute he sees her. And do you know who Santa's Cutie is going to be this Christmas?"

"No?" was all Staci could squeak.

"Why, it's you, Staci Austen. You are Santa's Cutie this Christmas. Isn't that wonderful?"

"Um, yes?" Staci said.

Staci's eyes were huge with fright and wonder and confusion. Why was Santa's hand up under her pretty dress? Why couldn't she do anything but stare up at him? Why was he rubbing his finger's across the cotton cloth that stretched tight across her little pee hole?

"Stand up, now," Santa said to his Cutie.

Staci stood, carefully balancing her little feet on Santa's knees. She had to put her little hands on top of his head to keep her balance. Why was Santa pulling her panties down?

"Oh my, Santa's Cutie is such a pretty little girl," Santa said.

Santa's words brought a flush of both pleasure and shame to Staci's cheeks. He really shouldn't be lifting her dress up like that, should he? Especially with her panties down to her knees. Didn't mommy say it would be bad to let anyone see or touch her private places? But this was Santa. Maybe it was okay for Santa?

"Hold your dress up, Staci," Santa said and she used one hand to hold the hem of the long dress up against her chest. "Oh yes, Staci, Santa's Cutie has such a pretty little pussy. Step out of your panties, now, Staci."

Staci lifted one leg and then the other as Santa pulled her panties over her shiny little black shoes. Why did Santa want her panties? Ooh! Santa spread his knees and Staci had to concentrate to keep her balance, but Santa kindly held her hips to steady her.

Santa's whiskers sure did tickle on Staci's inner thighs! And OH! the way his tongue felt as it dipped through her little slit, again and again. Staci started to shiver and moan and a strange warmth that she'd never ever felt before spread out from her tight little slit. It felt so nice, but long before the warmth realized the promise of something much better, Santa stopped what he was doing. But he ended by giving her the nicest, warmest kiss, right on her tiny pussy.

Staci sat back down in Santa's big lap and snuggled against his big tummy, staring vacantly and unfulfilled, but still with a happy smile.

"Ho, ho, ho," Santa chortled, "what a sweet and tasty girl you are, Staci Austen. Now run along, your mother will be waiting. And don't forget - Santa's Cutie is always a good little girl."

On the first day of Christmas my Santa gave to me:

+... A Kiss on the Place where I Pee!

II.

On the second day of the Christmas season little Staci Austen put back on her prettiest Christmas dress. Her mommy had washed and pressed it for her. She put on her shiny black shoes and she brushed her hair until it gleamed like gold. But she was careful not to wear any panties, because she was Santa's Cutie and Santa's Cutie was always a good little girl. Then mommy drove her to the mall and they waited patiently in the long line to see Santa in his little North Pole house.

"Ho, ho, ho, it's so good to see Santa's Cutie again!" Santa proclaimed as Staci climbed into his lap. Then he looked up with his glittering eyes and mommy and the helper elf both left the little house. When Santa reached up under Staci's pretty dress and found that she wore no panties he smiled at his cutie and said, "Oh what a good girl you are, Staci! It's always wonderful when Santa's Cutie comes prepared."

Staci stood up on Santa's lap again, with one little black-shod foot on each knee and let Santa pull her prettiest dress up over her head. It was cold in Santa's house and Staci's little nipples got very pointy, but Santa had a fix for that. He leaned forward and slipped Staci's left little nipple into his warm mouth and he licked it again and again. This din't make her nipple any less pointy, quite the opposite! But at least her little nipple wasn't cold any more.

As Santa licked her little nipple, Staci noticed the strange throbbing warmth down between her legs again. When Santa switched to her right little nipple, the warmth got even hotter. And when Santa held Staci by the hips and pushed his tongue into her tiny slit and tickled her with his long white beard the warmth between her legs got down-right hot. Oh! Santa's tongue was so long and strong.

"Ho, ho, ho," Santa said when he was done and he'd sweetly kissed her little pussy and he'd helped Staci put her prettiest dress back on. "Such a tasty and attractive girl you are, Staci! Now run along, your mother will be waiting. And don't forget - Santa's Cutie is always a good little girl."

On the second day of Christmas my Santa gave to me:

+...... Two Nipple Licks,
+... And a Kiss on the Place where I Pee!

III.

On the third day of the Christmas season little Staci Austen put on her clean, prettiest dress and her little black shoes and brushed her hair. She waited patiently in the long line at the mall until it was her turn to go into Santa's house. As soon as mommy and the elf turned and left she climbed up into Santa's lap and helped him take off her prettiest dress so that he would see she wasn't wearing panties and she was a very good little girl.

It was cold! So Santa warmed up Staci's little nipples with his mouth and tongue and she got warm between her legs again and it was very nice. But then Santa did something a little bit scary! Santa took off one of his white cotton gloves and the skin on his hands was old, wrinkled and spotted! Santa looked deep into Staci's frightened big blue eyes, with the thick, pretty eyelashes, and then he pushed his index finger into her mouth.

"What a nice, pretty little mouth you have Staci. It's always best if Santa's Cutie has a nice, warm, tiny mouth for Santa." He probed about in Staci's mouth as she looked at him with surprise and fright. "Just close your lips and suck on Santa's finger, Staci, my Cutie," Santa instructed. "That's right, so good, now swirl your tongue around and around Santa's old finger and get it all nice and wet. Such a good little girl."

It felt very strange to have Santa's old finger in her mouth, but Staci was a good little girl and she did what Santa wanted. But then Santa took his finger out of her mouth and it was all wet and shiny. Santa reached between Staci's legs, which were spread wide while she stood on Santa's knees. He traced his wet finger up along her bare thigh and made her shiver with anticipation and fright.

"Ooooh! Santa!" Staci cried out softly when Santa circled the puffy mounds of her little slit and then stroked along the opening from bottom to top, slowly. "Ooooh! OOOH!" Santa's finger went inside her little slit! He moved it up and down and in and out. He pushed his finger in until it was pushing against something just inside her tiny opening and when he felt that he smiled broadly.

"Oh, Santa's Cutie is such a good little girl!" Santa crooned. "She has such a nice, tight little cherry for Santa." Santa's finger probed around inside of her and the warmth she'd felt tripled. "And you're so nice and warm and wet and inviting, Staci. You're such a good little girl." Santa pulled his finger out of Staci's little slit and he showed her how wet it was. Then he looked deep into her eyes again and Staci stared back into his eyes and they were so deep and spellbinding.

"OOOOOH!" Stacy cried out, a bit louder this time, but still in a soft little girl voice.

Santa forced his wet finger against her bottom hole, swirled it around and then popped it inside. "Ooooh! OOOOH!" He probed the finger around in ever-wider circles inside her bottom, all the way up to the second knuckle. Staci didn't like the finger up in her bottom hole, but as Santa moved it around it sent waves of strange feeling through her pretty little body and the warmth between her legs got even hotter. "Oh, oh, Santa? Santa!?"

As Staci moaned and Santa probed his finger deeper and deeper into her tight bottom, Santa leaned forward. He ran his long, strong tongue through the tiny pink inner folds of her little slit and he tickled her thighs with his long white beard. Staci nearly burst from the warmth she felt.

"Ho, ho, ho," Santa said when he was done kissing her and probing her tight little bottom. "Such an attractive and inviting little girl! Now run along, your mother will be waiting. And don't forget - Santa's Cutie is always a good little girl."

On the third day of Christmas my Santa gave to me:

+......... Three Finger Probes,
+...... Two Nipple Licks,
+... And a Kiss on the Place where I Pee!

IV.

On the fourth day of the Christmas season, little Staci Austen waited patiently with her mother in the long line that wound through the ice forest to Santa's house. As soon as she was inside with Santa, as soon as mommy and the elf were gone, Staci climbed into Santa's lap. With her dress off she took on a dreamy expression as Santa licked and warmed her little nipples. But before Santa asked Staci to suck on his old, wrinkled finger, he told her to turn around and sit on his lap, with her legs spread wide over his.

Santa's Cutie discovered that she was looking straight into Santa's camera. It made her feel very strange to have the camera looking at her naked little body, with her legs spread wide, but there was nobody there to work the camera so it was probably okay. Santa reached around and pushed his finger into her mouth. It felt so nice to be wrapped in Santa's arm and Staci sucked on his finger with her little lips pursed tight. She swirled her little tongue around and around the finger. And then the camera flashed! Staci blinked her startled eyes and gasped.

Before Staci could recover, Santa pushed his finger into her little pussy and probed about, opening her up in front of the camera. Flash! the camera took another picture as Staci bit her lip and moaned from the warmth between her legs. Having her picture taken was scary, but it was making the warm feeling sooo warm.

Santa stood up after he took his finger out of Staci's little slit and he set her down on his big red chair. She was kneeling with her bottom pointing at the camera and she looked back over her shoulder to see what was happening, tossing her long pretty blonde curls. Just as she did she felt Santa's finger press against her tiny bottom hole, then push very deep inside all at once. Staci's eyes went wide with surprise just as the camera flashed again.

"Oh, oh, Santa!, Santaaaa!" Staci cried out in her tiny, soft, little girl cry.

"Yes, yes, Staci, you're such a natural model. Santa's Cutie is a great talent!"

"Really Santa?" Staci said and her heart filled with joy. She turned to face Santa, sitting on his chair. "Do you think I could..." but she never finished because Santa knelt in front of her and pushed her knees wide. Then his long, strong tongue found Staci's tight tiny slit and the warm feeling took away her ability to think, much less to talk. His long white beard tickled her thighs, but she didn't care. "Ohhhhh! Santaaaa! Santaaaa!" Staci had to bite her lip to keep quiet. Just as Santa planted his long, warm, sweet kiss on her little pussy she looked over his head into the camera. Flash!

"Ho, ho, ho," Santa said, looking up from between Staci's wet thighs. "Such an inviting and talented child. Now run along, your mother will be waiting. And don't forget - Santa's Cutie is always a good little girl."

On the fourth day of Christmas my Santa gave to me:

+............ Four Dirty Pics,
+......... Three Finger Probes,
+...... Two Nipple Licks,
+... And a Kiss on the Place where I Pee!

V.

On the fifth day of the Christmas season, little Staci Austen, in her prettiest dress and no panties, happily climbed into Santa's lap after her long wait in the ice forest. But Santa warmed her little nipples with his lovely mouth and tongue, so it was okay.

Santa looked into his Cutie's big blue eyes and said, "It's traditional for Santa's Cutie to get a special present on the fifth day of the Christmas season. Would you like your present now, Staci?"

"Ooh, Santa! A present? A present? For me?" Little Staci was sooo excited. Santa handed Staci a white box with a big red ribbon. It looked very grown-up for a present for a six-year-old girl. "Oh, are you sure this is for me, Santa?" Staci said.

"Oh yes, Staci, my pet. My elves made this present especially for you."

Staci pulled off the long red ribbon and opened the box. In a sea of white tissue paper were five strange round objects, each about an inch tall and each a cylinder of bright red leather that was lined on the inside with snowy white fur. Staci had no idea what do make of them! Two of them were very small, only about an inches and a half wide and two more were just a little bit bigger. But the fifth one was about four inches wide. Otherwise, they were all identical. Each one was closed with a silver buckle and each had a half-inch circle of metal attached on the opposite side from the buckle. Staci's eyes got very big and she looked up at Santa with concern. "What are they, Santa?"

"These are Santa's Cutie's special cuffs," Santa said, lifting one of the smallest of the cuffs from the box. "This is a wrist cuff," he said as he pulled the wrist cuff around Staci's thin left wrist and closed the silver buckle. A sudden feeling of trepidation rippled through little Staci. "And this is an ankle cuff," he continued as he buckled one of the slightly larger cuffs around Staci's left ankle. They fit snug, but not tight, and the snowy white fur tickled! "Now you show Santa that you can put on the other wrist and ankle cuffs," Santa instructed his pretty little child.

Staci only struggled for a moment to figure out how to put on the wrist and ankle cuffs. As soon as they were in place Santa lifted the last, larger cuff out of the box. "This cuff is for your neck - it's a collar," Santa said. "But it's not quite finished," he explained. "It needs a special, special ingredient to finish it."

"Ooo. What's that Santa?" Staci asked, wide-eyed.

Instead of answering, Santa pulled off his glove and stuck his finger in Staci's mouth. Staci knew to suck and lick at the finger and swirl her tongue around it and as soon as Santa pulled it out, she opened up her legs to let him probe the finger around in her tiny warm slit until it was completely covered with her saliva and her pussy juice. When Santa pulled his finger out of Staci's tiny pussy, he said, "now watch this, Staci," and he slowly spread the wetness from his finger all the way around the outside of the red neck cuff. As he did, words appeared in pretty silver letters going all the way around the collar.

"What does it say, Santa?" Staci asked, because Staci couldn't read.

"It says, 'Santa's Cutie is always a good little girl,'" Santa said, very seriously. But what the collar really said was 'Staci Austen: Santa's horny little fuck toy.'

When Santa buckled the thick red cuff around Staci's tiny throat it seemed very tight and it was very scary and the snowy white fur tickled her neck. She wanted to pull on the neck cuff and make it looser, but before she could, Santa said, "oh dear, Staci, I almost forgot!" And then Santa pushed his finger way up inside Staci's tiny bottom hole, further than ever and wiggled it around.

Santa turned Staci around while she was still impaled on his finger and Flash! the camera took her wide-eyed picture, with all of her pretty red cuffs with the soft snowy white fur peeking out and looking very much like Christmas. "We need some better pictures of you, Staci," Santa said as he pulled his finger from her bottom hole and then reached down to retrieve the long red ribbon from her present. "And won't you look pretty with this beautiful Christmas ribbon?"

Staci wasn't sure she was going to like the red ribbon, and her fears were well founded. In a second Santa threaded the pretty Christmas ribbon through the little metal loops on both of Staci's wrist cuffs and pulled the cuffs together behind her back. Staci gasped with sudden fear. But Santa wasn't done. He ran the ribbon through both ankle cuffs too, and finally through the loop at the back of her collar. After setting Staci down on his chair, on her stomach, he pulled the ends of the ribbon tight, gathering together Staci's wrists and ankles and pulling them all up tight towards the back of her neck in a frightening hogtie. It strained her neck and shoulders back in a terribly frightening and uncomfortable manner. Santa tied the ribbon off, binding her in a helpless position, and finished Staci's hogtie off with a beautiful, big flourishing Christmas bow.

"There!" Santa declared. "Just as I thought, Santa's Cutie makes the most beautiful Christmas present ever."

Staci could barely breathe. Her wrists were crossed and pulled up higher than she thought possible. Her legs were spread wide and she couldn't move them. She was terrified. And when she looked up, Flash! Santa's camera was there to capture the perfect Christmas hog-tie. Santa smiled down on his little Cutie and turned her on the big chair so that the camera was behind her and then Flash!, the camera caught the angle. Finally, Santa rolled the horrified child onto her side. His long white beard tickled her thighs as he knelt and leaned in to push his long and strong tongue deep into Staci's tiny slit.

Despite the terror of being helpless and bound tight, as Santa feasted on Staci's warm juices she felt the familiar warmth spreading out from her tiny wet slit. It was getting warmer and warmer. She was powerless to stop it, just like she was powerless to stop Santa from doing any of the scary, bad things he was doing to her. But the warmth was stronger and stronger. Something was going to happen! Something NEEDED to happen! Staci wanted it sooo much.

"Nooooo!" Staci managed to barely whisper when Santa kissed her little slit and then stopped. She was so close! "Please! Santa!" Flash! Santa's camera caught the look of desperation on the pretty little girl's face, just above the red collar that read 'Staci Austen: Santa's horny fuck toy.

"Ho, ho, ho," Santa said as he quickly untied Staci and pulled her prettiest dress over her head to cover up her pretty red cuffs with the soft snowy white fur that tickled. "Such a talented and beautiful child. Now run along, your mother will be waiting. And don't forget - Santa's Cutie is always a good little girl."

On the fifth day of Christmas my Santa gave to me:

+............... FIVE BONDAGE CUFFS!
+............ Four Dirty Pics,
+......... Three Finger Probes,
+...... Two Nipple Licks,
+... And a Kiss on the Place where I Pee!

To continue Satci Austen's Twelve Days with Santa - go to Part II.

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