A Dolly For Christmas

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A Dolly for Christmas Written by Olive Spencer Voiced by Morgan Winter Chapter One Twas the night before the night before Christmas, and Daddy and I are alone in his office. He sits behind his desk, studying his screen while taking notes, jotting them down in a leather notebook. The office is quiet, and I lose myself doodling in the margins of the notebook.

He takes off his glasses and sets them in front of him, studying me. I want to pick your clothes for dinner tonight, Princess. That's all I need to hear, and automatically I'm on my best behavior.

I close the notebook in my lap, tucking the pen into the spine as I uncross my legs and tuck my skirt down. I can feel Daddy's stare trailing over my body, appraising me. He studies me like his accounts and figures, and when I meet his approval, I'm rewarded with that devilish smile he reserves only for me.

I want you to wear what I pick for dinner. I want to play dress-up with my Dolly. Sir? I sit up straight and focus all my attention on Daddy.

Whenever Daddy wants, Daddy gets. He rises from behind his desk and crosses in front of it, coming to lean on the edge in front of me. He crosses his arms over his broad chest.

My eyes wander down his body, stopping at the bulge in front of my eyes. Daddy's pants remain unzipped, and I see the leftover traces of my pink lipstick on his boxers from lunch. I've never been so thankful for tinted glass windows in an empty office before a holiday weekend.

Christmas is coming, after all. It wouldn't do to have the entire office know how Daddy moans my name when he comes, or how he roars with pleasure when I take him in my mouth. A small gasp escapes my lips as Daddy tucks his thumb under my chin and lifts my face, studying my features.

He smiles warmly, and I feel the heat spread across my cheeks. I cast my eyes down and blush like a virgin, and he clicks his tongue. It's like the first time, every time, when he looks at me like that.

Look at me when I speak to you. He lifts my chin until our eyes meet. I want you to be my pretty dress-up dolly before I take you to dinner.

I want you to look your cutest, your very pinkest, for what I have in store. My pinkest? I don't understand.

Daddy grins and leans down, dropping his lips to my ear. His voice is rich and husky, and his hot breath smells like a Manhattan after lunch. The scruff on his cheeks tickles my ear as he speaks, and I feel my core clench.

A wet spot forms in my panties, spreading as Daddy murmurs in my ear. I want you to look like a pink, glazed donut by the night's end. I blush, catching his meaning.

Daddy's got one thing on his mind, and I'm all too eager to please. The thought of spending the night covered in his cum makes my pussy tense, and my heart race. My mind races with the possibilities.

I want you to wear that pink sweater I bought you, your sexy pink bra, and those silky black panties from Valentine's Day. You know the ones I mean. What about bottoms? The wet spot in my panties spreads, and I shift in my seat, trying to ease the pressure building between my thighs.

The anticipation for what he has in store makes me a wet, shivering mess, only growing wetter by the moment. I try to roll my thighs, but the leather chair sticks to my legs, holding me in place. Oh, it doesn't matter.

He won't be wearing them for long. Pick and choose, princess, but choose wisely. You wouldn't want to flash the entire restaurant a slice of my pussy, now would you? And it is my pussy, isn't it, baby girl? Yes, sir.

I shiver as the words roll off my tongue. He smiles, kisses my cheek, and drops his hand to my shoulder. He caresses the curve of my breast with one large, calloused finger.

I press into his touch, moaning as his fingertip encircles my hardening nipple. My tits practically burst out of my tight, white, button-down blouse, and with each pass of his finger around my tot bud, they threaten to burst out into the open. My heart pounds, my breath hitches, and my pussy aches to be filled.

I whimper as he pulls his hand away, moving just out of reach. Such an eager girl, aren't you? Show me what's mine.

He works one practiced hand under my skirt and presses it against my pussy. He grins and leans in, his whiskey-tinged breath hot against my ear. I can feel the satisfaction rolling off of him in waves as his fingers tap against my wet core.

Your cunt is soaking my fingers, sweetheart. Do you like the idea of being my dolly tonight? I nod, my words stuck in my throat.

Good girls use their words. Try again, this time with feeling. He chides me softly.

His finger hooks into the front of my panties and tugs it away from my skin. He slides his digit between the fabric and my mound, pressing closer to my throbbing clit. Do you want to be my dolly tonight, baby girl? He presses against me and I cry.

Yes, daddy. Good girl. Go home and get dressed.

Daddy needs to wrap up work, and then I'll take you to dinner wherever you want. Go work up an appetite. He slowly withdraws his finger, presses my skirt back into place, and offers me his hand.

He eases me out of the leather chair, my legs shaking, and wraps an arm around my waist. Oh, and baby girl? Yes, sir? I look up into his steely gaze, watching his eyes flash cobalt in the late afternoon light.

You're going to make such a pretty dolly. Go get dressed. Daddy's hungry.

He growls. He kisses me on the cheek and pats me on the ass as I turn for the large dark doors. I feel his gaze on me as I walk the short distance, my heels clicking on the hardwood.

Daddy clears his throat when I turn to face him. Yes, daddy? Tell my driver where you want to go for dinner and I'll meet you there.

I'll leave at five, and I'll see you after. He zips up his pants, tucking his shirt into the waistband. He crosses behind his desk and sits, taking up his business affairs once again.

The phone rings, he answers it, and waves me off. Within moments I find myself in the elevator, descending into the garage. Daddy's driver greets me and opens the back door and whisks me away.

The entire ride to my apartment, visions of sugarplum fairies and black lace panties dance through my head. My sweater won't be the only thing blushing pink among the red and green holiday lights tonight. Chapter 2 I waste no time getting ready for dinner, rushing to my closet as soon as the front door closes.

I dress myself like a fashion plate, like daddy's perfect paper doll. I turn every which way in the closet mirror, looking at my ass and my tits, making sure my skirt and sweater are tight in all the right places. I brush and style my long brown hair until it's smooth like silk, carefully apply my makeup, and wait for the end of daddy's day.

I sit by the window and watch the twinkling of the Christmas lights as they illuminate the street. At five o'clock on the dot, my phone rings and I answer without looking. There's only one person it could be.

That's my girl. The phone growls. I tingle with expectation as I answer his call.

Hello daddy, I demur. The words sweeter than honey and twice as thick as they fall from my mouth. Are you ready for dinner? There's my girl.

He growls and I can hear the pride in his voice. Are you dressed and ready to go, princess? Yes sir.

Are you wearing what I wanted you to wear? Yes sir. Pink sweater, pink bra, and.

.. I inhale sharply, clenching my thighs. I'm wearing those panties you like too.

Good girl. Send me a picture. Check your phone.

I reply, hitting the send button. I hear the phone buzz, the shuffle as he pulls it away from his ear, and then the hitched, satisfied breath as my photo lights up his screen. Get in the car.

Tell them where to go. When you get there, take off your panties and put them in your purse. Yes daddy? I say eagerly.

He knows my body so well. He can tell when I'm wet and needy just by the sound of my voice. Oh, and princess? Yes? Make sure those panties are extra wet for daddy.

I want you to rub your pussy on the drive to dinner. I left a toy under the seat for you. You did? Yes.

And I want you to use it. Right fucking now. Get in the damn car, dolly.

Yes sir. See you at dinner. I'll see you in the car park if you're a good girl.

The line goes dead, and daddy's driver knocks on the door. I flit across the hardwood, throwing it open breathlessly, the anticipation dribbling down my thighs. I press my palm into my belly and take a shuddering breath.

Yes? Are you ready, miss? Where will I be taking you to meet Mr.

Andrews? I give him the name of the restaurant, Veronica's, and the driver nods. Very well.

I'll have the car warm and waiting for you. At your leisure, miss. He turns and walks down the hallway, and I wait two minutes before following him.

I grab my coat, wrap it around me, and float on air all the way to the elevator. By the time I reach the town car, the heat is on, Christmas music is playing, and the dark partition is rolled up. The driver holds the door for me as I slip inside, and I watch through the double-tinted windows as he walks around to the driver's side.

He says nothing as he starts the car, the engine roaring to life. The car pulls away, and a box slides forth from underneath the bench seat. I open the lid of the little black box, and a small pink clamshell falls into my lap.

It's compact and weighty in my hand, and when I open it, I squeal with delight. Inside the clamshell sits a matching pink and white clitsucker with a little note attached. It flutters into my lap, and my pussy tenses as I read the tight masculine scrawl.

Put me to your lips and give me a kiss. Come for me, Dolly. I roll my flouncy black skirt up my hips, opening my legs wide as I slide down in the seat.

I push my tissue-paper-thin panties to the side and line the toy up with a throbbing bundle of nerves between my thighs. I press the button, and the toy whirs to life, sucking my nub into its mouth. I gasp and bite my lip as the sensations begin to take hold.

A loud mechanical whir fills the air, and I turn up the music, hoping to hide the sound. Within moments, my thighs are quaking, my breath is shaking, and the Christmas music soars to a silver-pitched crescendo as I reach my peak. Mariah Carey's high notes cover the sounds of the orgasm rolling through my body in waves, my desperate moans filling the air.

I pull the high-powered toy from between my pink lips, the white mouth dripping with my juice. It buzzes in my palm as I will myself to turn it off and put it back in its pretty little box. My pussy drips like a faucet as I push my panties into place.

I press the fabric tight against my skin, letting the black satin soak up every last drop. I pull my fingers away, sticky and wet, and pop them between my lips to lick them clean. I lick the taste of pleasure from my digits, leaning my head back and sighing as I push my skirt back into place.

The backseat of the dark-town car smells like perfume and pussy, like sex and flowers. My clit throbs and my cunt feels woefully empty as we pull into the parking lot outside Veronica's. Daddy meets me at the door with a knowing smile as he opens the door.

With a wink, he offers me his hand. I slide out of the car gracefully, leaving the black box on the seat behind me. Good girl, he whispers in my ear.

I can smell your sweet pussy from here, Dolly. Did you like your toy? Yes, Daddy.

I chirp a little too loudly, a little too brightly, and he laughs, the booming sound echoing across the parking lot. That's perfect, Princess. You always do exactly as I say.

You're such a good little Dolly, and Daddy's going to make sure everyone knows it. Go to the bathroom, take off your panties, and put them in your purse. When your pussy is naked, bring them to me.

Yes, Daddy. Such a good little fuck toy. I can't wait to get my cock inside of you.

He pecks me on the cheek and ushers me inside the restaurant. The maitre d' directs me to the restroom at my request and leads Daddy to our table. He sits with his face to the door watching my every move.

I feel his eyes on my back as I reach the bathroom door and I look over my shoulder. He winks at me and waves me on with his large hand. I disappear behind the door.

And when I reappear, my soaked black panties are in the bottom of my handbag. I slowly saunter over to the table, and Daddy appraises me over his glass of bourbon. His eyes light up as I approach and drop my small clutch into his lap.

As you requested, sir. And you provided. He beams at me as he sets his tumbler on the table.

Good dolly. Now order us some dinner. Daddy has something to attend to.

He slyly opens the clutch, picks out the thick black undies, and casually tucks them into the breast of his suit coat. He rises smoothly, helps me into my seat, and as I sit, he whispers in my ear, keep your phone close, dolly. Daddy has more instructions for his pretty girl, and you don't want to disappoint him, do you? No, sir.

Good girl. Chapter 3. I order his dinner the way he likes and a glass of champagne for myself.

The bubbles tickle my tongue and send an anticipatory chill down my spine. With every passing moment, the suspense grows, and I sit wondering what's taking him so long. My phone vibrates as a text message comes through.

The screen lights up with his face and a video message that I click, shutting off the volume out of habit. Before the video starts, another message comes through, lighting up the screen. No, I want you to hear this.

Sound on. Good dolly. I look around the crowded restaurant, taking in the sight of the other couples buried in their conversations.

I slowly turn the volume up and hit play, holding the phone in my lap. The screen lights up, and then the sound kicks in. Daddy moans my name as he fists his cock head, my black panties wrapped around the pink shaft.

He runs his hand along his veiny shaft in long, slow strokes, his uncut cock sliding against the silky fabric. It glides over the satin with ease as he jerks his hand. He calls my name again, his hand moving along the length faster and faster.

This is for you, princess. The muscles in his tight thighs tense, and he groans with need as his cum shoots into my panties. The white-hot streams jet over the fabric and down his fist, his breath hot and labored in the video.

I watch with wide eyes as he wipes the cum from his hand with the soaked panties and then tucks them into his pocket. The video ends, and a hand slides around my back, fingers tugging at my pink sweater. I yelp and throw my phone into my lap, glancing up with a sheepish expression as Daddy sits.

He stares at me knowingly, grabs his glass of bourbon, and winks as he takes a long, slow sip. See something you like, baby girl? My cheeks burn with heat as I nod, turning the phone over in my hands.

Yes, sir. And how did it make you feel? I look him in the eye, swallowing a mouthful of champagne.

Hm. Jealous. Jealous? He cocks his head and stares at me with interest.

How so? That should be me wrapped around your cock. Daddy nearly chokes on his bourbon.

Is that so? Should I tell the waiter to wrap up our dinner and take it home with us? I finish my drink.

The waiter comes around to top me off, and Daddy waves him off, covering the glass with his hand. Don't make me repeat myself, Dolly. His voice is firm, and I know what's coming next.

A soft chill runs down my spine, but I steal myself and challenge him. What was the question? He sets his drink down firmly, then leans across the table, beckoning me closer.

I lean in until his lips are in my ear, his hand covering mine. I said, should we take this home, or do you want me to spank you in front of this restaurant full of people? Do you want that lovely table behind you to see your smacked pink ass before their dinner comes? Do you want to give everyone a little show? No? Good girl.

I'm going to wave the waiter over. We're taking dinner to go. You're going to go get in my car and wait like the pretty little plaything you are.

When I'm good and ready, I'll come get you. We'll see just how much you like being wrapped around my cock then. He coolly reaches for the last swig of bourbon in his glass and downs it with practiced ease.

You better get going, Dolly. The longer you sit in here, the longer you wait out there. Yes, Daddy.

I look behind me, rising from my seat on shaky legs. As I turn to leave, he clicks his tongue and taps on the table. Sir? Your pussy is dripping down your legs.

Your thighs are shiny with it. Everyone can see. Walk slowly.

I want everyone in the restaurant to know what an empty-headed little slut my pretty Dolly is. His words run right to my pussy, and I feel every drop of hot, wet desire on my skin trickle down my thigh like a fountain. I stall for a moment, trying to compose myself for the long walk from the table to the door.

My legs shake as I take step after careful step away from him, feeling his eyes on my back the entire way. I make it to the entryway. Daddy's car already pulled around and waiting for me.

The driver holds open the door, and I gracefully slip into the seat. He rolls up the partition, turns on the stereo, and then the waiting begins. Chapter 4.

I wait for what feels like forever, my anticipation growing by the moment. The ache in my core grows with each passing second as the clock ticks closer and closer to the end of the night. The lights from the Christmas trees twinkle outside the car, and I wonder if the unsuspecting passersby have any idea about what's about to happen behind the double-tinted windows of the town car.

I tingle with the possibilities, pressing my thighs together to soothe the ache. Daddy eventually comes out of the restaurant and moves to join me in the back. He opens the door with practiced ease, sliding onto the seat beside me, and then turns to me with fire in his eyes.

He taps the partition without looking, and the driver pulls away from the curb. The engine rumbles as we drive away, the vibrations running straight to my pussy. I moan, and a smirk crawls up the side of Daddy's chiseled, scruffy face.

He grabs my legs and turns me in my seat to face him. Have you been waiting patiently, or have you been twirling those pretty manicured fingers around your clit, baby girl? Do your fingers taste like that sweet pussy? No, Daddy.

I've been a good girl, I assure him, batting my eyelashes and smiling sweetly. Let me see. Give me your hand.

I offer him my hand, and he turns it over in his palm, bringing it to his lips. He kisses my fingers and then pulls away. Pity.

I was hoping to find my plaything with her skirt around her hips, fingers buried in her snatch, thinking of all the things I'm going to do to her. It's not too late to start. I muse, sliding my hand down my thigh.

I lift the hem of my skirt with deliberate slowness, revealing inch by inch my damp thighs. The smell of sex fills the air, and Daddy's eyes spark with need. I know that look.

It's a warning sign. You're playing with fire, Dolly. If you keep that up, I'll bend you over my knee right here, and we'll recreate every naughty scene you ever made your Barbies act out.

He chides me, wagging his finger at my face. And what if that's what I want, Daddy? What if I want to be your private plaything in the back of this nice black car? You can bend me any way you please, and no one would know any better.

I turn in the seat again, opening my thighs and propping my leg against his thigh. I push the fabric further up my legs until my pussy is on full display. I trail one hand down my mound, fingers skittering across the soft downy hair.

I close my eyes and tilt my head back, watching Daddy through heavy-lidded eyes. Isn't this what you've wanted me to do all day? I part my lower lips and circle my clit with one of those long, manicured nails Daddy is so obsessed with.

My clit throbs beneath my deft touch, and I let out a little moan of pleasure. Don't you want to watch your dolly come for you? I slide my finger lower towards my hot, waiting entrance, and Daddy stops me.

His hand wraps around mine, halting me in place. I've got a better idea. He groans and loosens his necktie, pulling it off and dropping it to the floor.

He shirks off his suit coat, rolling up his sleeves, and begins to unbuckle his silver belt. He tugs it free of his pants, unbuttons his fly and shuffles, sliding his black slacks down his muscular thighs. His dick bulges hard and ready, the tip dripping with pre-cum and staining the front of his crisp, white boxers.

He works his hand into the flap and frees his massive, veiny length, letting it stand at attention between us. My mouth waters as I stare at his cock, and my pussy clenches like a fist. I whimper, and Daddy smirks at me, patting his lap.

Come sit on Daddy's lap and tell him everything you want for Christmas, princess. He grabs my legs and tugs me forward, scooping me into his arms and dropping me onto his lap. I straddle his thighs and wrap my arms around his neck, bracing myself.

Wetness coats my thighs as he works his skillful hand between our bodies, lining his cock head up with my slit. He slides his length along my phones and says, start talking, Dolly. Daddy won't wait forever.

His fingers sink into the soft flesh of my ass as I lower myself onto his shaft. And then I reveal my Christmas wish list. Chapter 5.

I bob along Daddy's cock as Christmas lights twinkle outside the car. They turn into an ambient blur as I bounce in his lap, telling Daddy everything I want for Christmas. His hand works between us, thumbing my clit rhythmically until I cry out.

His eyes light up as he murmurs, go on, princess. Tell me everything. Daddy's waiting.

54 convertible, light blue. Decorations from Tiffany's ring. I've been an awful good girl, I coo, paraphrasing Arthur Kitt in a breathy, needy voice.

I put my lips to his ear and suck on his lobe, nibbling on it. Done, all of it done. More, princess.

I know there's more. He rocks his hips, sliding in and out of my wet snatch. He slips out completely and runs his head along my folds, tapping it on my throbbing, quivering clit.

He lifts my ass, positions his shaft and grins before slamming it back inside me. Daddy, please. You're not done yet, princess.

I know how much this pussy can take. What else is on that wish list? I want.

I begin cutting myself off as he grabs my hips and pulls me down forcefully onto his lap. He holds me there, eyes fixed intently on mine. He slaps my bare ass and my cunt clenches around him.

He spanks me again and again. My cunt clenches tighter with each forceful swat until I'm tight like a vice around him. Daddy shuts his eyes and groans, biting his full lips.

I trail my nails through the shock of silver hair, scraping them lightly along his scalp. What do you want, Dolly? Daddy will give you everything.

You've been such a pretty little cum dumpster all year long. My little fuckslut deserves it all. His words echo through me and I shiver, gasping aloud.

I love when he calls me names, when he degrades me, when he claims me as his own. There's only one thing I want on my list now, and it's something he can give me before we get out of the car. I want you to come inside me.

I want to feel you dripping down my eyes for hours. I want to wake up with your cum still pouring out of my hot slit, and I, ah, ah. We hit a pothole and Daddy's cock thrusts deeper inside me.

He groans with delight and digs his fingers further into my flesh. On an upward bounce, he grabs my thighs and slams me onto his cock, the sound of my skin slapping against his thighs, filling the cab. Our sighs and groans drown out the cheerful Christmas music, proving this to be anything but a silent night.

Oh, princess, I'll do more than that. I'll, another pothole, and my pussy bounces and clenches around Daddy's thick rod, milking him. He buries his head in my shoulder and roars, fighting back his release.

Tell me more, Nollie. There's got to be more on your list. I tangle my fingers in the silver hair at the base of his neck and slow my movements, driving him closer to the edge.

I want you to finger my ass until we both come. I want to feel you in every hole. Good Dolly, he groans.

Daddy lifts me off his lap and drops me into the seat beside him, panting. Turn and face the window, Dolly. Look at all those pretty lights for Daddy.

I scramble onto my knees and present my swollen pink slit and tight puckered asshole for Daddy's inspection. I feel him shuffling behind me and hear the sound of fabric rustling. He presses one long, rough finger into my core, swirling it around my juices until it's soaked.

God, you always get so wet for me. My pretty Dolly is such a little slut, isn't she? I moan and Daddy slaps my ass.

I said, isn't she? Yes, Daddy. Good girl.

Let Daddy see your pretty pink hole. He spreads my cheeks and trails his wet finger along the rim of my ass, teasing me. I hear the sound of him spit and then the slick wetness slide down my ass before he inches his finger inside me.

My ass grips him tight as he works his cock inside my slit, his body contorting to find the best position. Once both appendages are in place, he begins his assault on my insides. He spits again, pressing his finger inside my ass over and over as he rocks his hips slowly, finding his pace.

I lose track of time as he fills me. His free hand slides around my throat, pulling me back against his body. He curls his finger inside my ass, twisting and thrusting until I'm a blubbering mess of pleasure.

Every sensation is heightened and my orgasm builds to a fever pitch. His grip on my throat tightens and stars fill my eyes. I love the way he loves me.

Daddy's fingers release my throat and find their way into my mouth two at a time. He pushes them in and growls, suck. I do as I'm told while he continues to pound me into a slobbery, sobbing puddle.

I suck on Daddy's fingers, tasting my pussy mixed with the salt on his skin. The scent of pussy and cock and sweat and spit fills the air around us like a heady perfume. Red, green, and silver lights pass outside the window and starburst blurs, tears filling my eyes as he fucks me.

It's never been this good. Daddy thrusts into me over and over, grunting as his balls slap against my pussy lips. He spits on my asshole and pushes a second finger inside, stretching me with a delicious fullness.

He groans and leans over my back, his lips in my ear, his breath is hot on my skin as his words fall over me. I love the way your cunt feels around my prick, Dolly. Squeeze it tight for me.

Let me feel how bad you need this cock. I feel my orgasm coming with each thrust, each twitch of his fingers inside of me.