Dance for Daddy

Invisible and silent, Santa and I stood and watched the evil scene as it unfolded in the huge family room of the Lewis mansion. Karl Lewis, husband and father, had just ordered his wife and two daughters to strip.

Karl sat in an over-stuffed leather chair in front of the roaring fire nursing a drink. Slowly, seductively, the three women moved to the center of the room and began swaying and dancing. Their eyes feasted on the man in the chair as their fingers began undoing their fine clothing.

As evil as these women were, the sight of their bodies becoming naked before us had an effect. My cock was erect and throbbing in no time. Santa's red pants showed a massive strain where his cock was trying to bore a hole through the red felt.

Soon, with their expensive clothing tossed carelessly about the room, the three women stood almost naked. Susan worn only the priceless diamond necklace she had just received from her husband. The twins, Krissy and Karrie, were also naked except for the matching diamond bracelets they had just been given. Their bodies were perfect - the product of genes, money, and pampering. I noticed that all three women sported totally clean shaven pussies.

Karl Lewis pointed to a large, heavy wooden box sitting near his chair. "Some more gifts for you bitches. Let me see you play with them!"

I licked my lips as Susan opened the box. The three women squealed with delight.