A very exposing Christmas Eve

Walking into the club, Vyki is still amazed she even considered this but talked into a tiny top and mini skirt with its white puffy lining is just silly to her. She keeps reminding herself its for a good cause, but not sure the platform heels or the white thigh highs were really necessary.

“Oh, good!!! So glad you’re finally here!” Miss H blasts from her side. “They’re all ready for you and waiting inside.” Miss H reaches for the door and Vyki suddenly finds herself behind a long folding table with Daddy Lou in a Santa outfit standing next to her.

“Hey, baby girl! So glad you could make it,” Lou says as he pulls Vyki in for a deep kiss. “So you ready to earn those donations, babe?”

“Um, okay,” Vyki says before she receives a light swat on her ass. “Be more respectful in here, girl,” Miss H surprises Vyki from behind as she sees her yielding a quirt. Vyki looks back at Lou seeming not to have moved his smirking, bearded face from in front of her as she nervously says, “yes, Daddy.”

“Great!” Lou says as he slides a glossy stack of photos from the side towards her with a sharpie on top. “Your fans await,” Lou encourages as he sits in the elaborate red throne directly behind her like a Santa at a perverted department store.

Looking at the photos they’re all a picture of her sitting in Daddy Lou’s lap in their current outfits with her smiling at the camera as Lou holds her at her upper thigh pushing up her skirt while another hand reaches around to grasp her tit as she leans on the arm of the chair.

“Stop oogling yourself and sign it, deary,” Miss H admonishes. “We have a lot of generous patrons.”

Vyki is a little shocked as she turns from Miss H and sees a line of people going out through the door going back into the rest of the club. The girl standing in line and holding out cash seems oddly familiar, but Vyki signs the picture and hands her the photo and she gives the money to Miss H.

Vyki does this several more times, vaguely picking out some faces, but is shocked when she suddenly realized she signed one ‘Love, Paul’. “Crap!” Vyki calls out as she tries to scribble it out.

Lou looking over her should tells her, “you better clean that up before someone figures out who you are.”

“Yes, Daddy,” Vyki says as he looks around for something to wipe it off with but doesn’t see anything else in the room but the white ball on her hat bounces in front of her face. Taking off the hat, she tries to use it to wipe it off but just manages on getting ink on the hat. The signature seems to almost mock her, so she scribbles it out even harder before signing else where, ‘Love, Vyki,’ and hands it to the next person.

With the hat ruined, she tosses the hat and sits back frustrated on Lou’s lap. As she sits she feels the tip of Lou’s penis pressing against her bottom, but before she can say anything the next guy walks up and says, “Can you make it out to ‘Hank’?”

“Uh, sure,” Vyki says as she writes ‘To Hank, Love Vyki,’ handing it back to the older man with a small. “Thanks so much!” he says as forces more bills at Miss H to pay for it.

This continues on one right after another as she tries not to think about the prick pushing between her cheeks. Until she misses up again and removes a glove standing up to really lean into wiping this one off to no avail. Tossing the glove aside, she tries scribbling it out and correcting it again.

Handing over the photo trying to plaster on a smile, she sits back down and suddenly finds Lou’s cock barely breaching into her sphincter. However, again, she finds no way to react besides her eyes as the next person walks up asking for a signature.

Less than a half dozen pictures later, Vyki finds herself trying to use the other glove to remove Paul’s name only to waste it as her hips fall back and seem to drive Lou a little further into her.

Panting now trying to focus Vyki is shocked to see ‘Paul’ appear again from her marker. Realizing the cloth hasn’t been working, she’s hoping maybe the lace of her stockings’ tops will provide better friction, so she steps out of her platforms and takes off the stockings, but they prove to be just as ineffective.

Sitting down in frustration she can’t contain the squeeky yelp as most of Daddy’s cock slides into her. She’s even more perplexed as she looks at the photo and sees the pose is different in this set. Her bare legs are kicking up to the side and Daddy is holding up her heels as he stares down top as she giggles at the camera while holding up her manicured hand.

The next girl in line clears her throat and Vyki scribbles out the signature again and apologizes for the delay after handing it to the girl. She continues on trying not to be distracted by Daddy’s cock throbbing in her ass or swaying to much as she signs, but she can’t really keep from panting much.

Vyki nearly misses the next habitual signature of ‘Paul’ and pulls it back. Looking down, she realizes the fluffy edge of her top may provide enough fluff to soak up the ink, but she’s not sure how to use it. Looking down at her waiting line she notices that several of the girls are obviously dressed from sessions at the club and are clearly topless if not outride nude. Figuring it won’t look that out of place to have her faux tits exposed if it doesn’t work, Vyki takes her top off and leans over again trying to scrub away Paul’s name. However, she only proceeds in ruining yet another piece of clothing.

Tossing her top into the pile, she gasps again as sits on nearly all of Daddy’s shaft running into her as she feels the reverberation bounce her tits. Taking a deep breath, she scratches out Paul’s name and signs her own.

Not even bothering to look up from her topless photos, Vyki keeps signing and blindly passing it on. However, as she finishes the loop of the ‘L’ in Paul she can’t help but blurt out “fuck!”

“Oh, its okay,” the guy in front of her says.

Vyki looks up as she places the voice as Ian from the four whorsemen. Vyki quickly puts her hand over the name and giggles, “oh, don’t worry, Sir. I can fix it just a moment.” Looking around she realizes nothing else is around, but her last thing she has is her skirt. So with one hand on the photo, she slides up off Daddy’s stiff rod and slides her skirt down as she steps out of it. Frantically she tries to scrub the photo clean, she giggles nervously as the permanent ink seems to dry instantly. Giggling inanely she replies, “almost there, Sir,” as she desparately tries to cover up Paul’s name before she signs it ‘cumslut, Vyki’ to try to distract him. “Here, Sir!”

Ian looks at the photo and smiles back at her, “thanks! This is such a good cause!”

Glad to skate by on the that one, Vyki lets out a deep breath as she falls back on her seat only to feel Daddy’s cock land fully up her ass as her cheeks bottom out on his pelvis and balls unable to stop the moan from escaping her lips.

“Careful there, slut,” Daddy Lou admonishes her. “You could hurt a guy.”

Vyki can feel his cock flex inside her and pouts out a “sorry, Daddy,” as another moan escapes her lips as he lifts her up a little before pulling her back down into him driving his cock deep into her.

Its several strokes in before Vyki realizes a girl is staring at her annoyed holding a wade of cash. “Can we get on with this please? I have to get to my family.”

Vyki couldn’t help but feel awkward as Daddy continued to fuck her ass as this lady in a Christmas sweater and jeans seemed to think nothing of her naked body getting pounded in front of her. “Of-f-f, c-c-course, M-m-ma'am,” Vyki could barely moan out as she reached for the photos while Daddy manuevered her hips up and down on him.

Vyki was shocked to see the pictures animated like some sort of perverted Hogwarts GIF as she watched her nude body bounce up and down on Santa Daddy’s lap clearly exposing his glistening cock disappearing into her body as her face moaned out in silent ecstasy. However, she feels compelled to sign photo after photo as the line of apparent last minute Christmas shoppers continue to come through one after another. One woman seems to chide her husband that looked like he was about to take a photo of Daddy Clause pounding me, “Robert! Don’t be so stingy! Donate for a picture; its for a good cause!” The apparent ‘Robert’ put his phone away and took out cash to pay for two photos as he handed one to his wife while she kissed him in thanks as they walked out of the club.

Reaching the last photo in the pile, Vyki signs it correctly “Merry Christmas from your favorite cumslut, Vyki” as she hands it over to her neighbor Chet. “Thanks so much! The Mrs. is going to love this!”

Done with her very surreal task Vyki leans back to kiss Daddy deeply as she continues to ride His cock. “Was I a good cumslut, Daddy?”

Daddy growls into her ear, “Mmmm... the best little whore,” as he continues to pound her harder while a group of club goers seem to linger around absently checking them out as he continues to thrust his cock into her body over and over again as her bare flesh remains on display for everyone.

Vyki can feel the pressure grow higher and higher as the pleasure builds, but the precipise seems out of reach still. She reaches back to try to kiss Daddy more passionately as she wiggles her hips trying to hit the right spot but she seems to stay on the edge.

Vyki continues tormented as she hears a familiar voice whisper in her ear, “I know what you really want.”

Vyki whips her head around as Daddy doesn’t miss a beat to see Ian looking at her with a devilish grin on his face. Vyki can only look on as she feels Daddy grasp her hands while he uses his knees to spread her thighs as he keeps pounding into her. Ian leans down and reaches down to grab her groin. Vyki can feel Ian fiddling with her fake vagina as Lou keeps using her ass. Vyki gasps as she sees Ian grip the front of her Vadget and rip off the front layer of silicone as her stiff rod springs free.

Vyki squeaks as she hears a gasp from the attended crowd as all eyes turn to her bobbing cock while Daddy doesn’t let up on her pounding. However, staring at all the people around her, Vyki didn’t notice that Ian had never come back up and she gasped herself as she felt his lips wrap around her cock.

Looking down between her tits, she can just see Ian’s eyes looking up at her as his face moves towards her crotch disappearing beneath her breasts while he swallows her full length. Vyki can do nothing but moan as she closes her eyes and throws her head back in pure, glorious, bliss.