The Naughty List
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by Savannah Reardon
Description: In the Nick of Time, Michelle is traveling home for the holidays only to slide off the road and become stranded in a snow drift in a remote area without cell reception. Just as her car runs out of gas, killing the heater, a handsome man knocks on her window. Nick rescues Michelle from the cold, and things get hot enough between them to melt the falling snow. In A Fucking Merry Christmas, we meet Mike, a man who has become hard-hearted and bah humbug towards Christmas because of past circumstances. Mrs. Claus is called in to change his outlook, and she uses unconventional methods to achieve her goal. This is definitely a Christmas Mike will never forget.
eBook Publisher: Excessica Publishing,
eBookwise Release Date: December 2008
6 Reader Ratings:
Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [52 KB]
Reading time: 23-33 min.
"Fun and entertaining, these fantasy stories always make me smile. This set was no exception. Filled to the brim with nice for those of us who love naughty, it was a treat to read." - Seriously Reviewed, 16/20 SCORE
Michelle snuggled up to Nick as a chill ran through her body, the heat of the truck not faring well against the frigid wind battering against the truck. As she rubbed her face against his coat, she once again became aware of how wonderful he smelled.
"Umm, you smell so good." She did not realize she had spoken it aloud until she heard him chuckling.
"It's an occupational hazard."
"I wouldn't call it a hazard. For me, it's a big plus. Smell is a huge turn on for me."
Nick already knew how lonely Michelle had been. He was well aware of the fact she had not been with a man in some time.
"It's getting colder in here by the minute. We've only been sitting here for about half an hour. If we don't figure out a way to generate some heat, we're gonna be popsicles by the time your dad gets here," Nick said with a merry twinkle in his eyes.
"I'm sure we can come up with something," Michelle flirted back. Nick's scent had already jumpstarted her arousal.
"Why don't we slide over to the other side of the truck so the steering wheel won't be in our way?" Nick suggested.
Once they had slid over to the passenger side of the truck, Nick took the blanket and spread it out so it covered both of them. He pulled Michelle into his strong arms and leaned in to kiss her.
The heady aroma of Nick's musky scent combined with the smell of spices wafted up to Michelle's nose as he leaned towards her. Her heart flip-flopped as his lips gently caressed hers, his tongue dipping into her mouth. Her breath quickened when the kiss deepened, their tongues dancing passionately.
With a quick unzip, his hand slipped inside her coat, and a moan escaped her as his fingers found her nipple and rubbed it through her dress. Her fingers entwined in his hair as the passionate kiss continued, while twinges of pleasure shot through her body as he tweaked her nipple.
He trailed kisses down her face to her neck, and she reached up and unbuttoned the front of her dress, allowing his fingers better access to her breast.
She gasped when he slipped his hand inside her bra, cupping her breast and pinching the nipple between his thumb and finger. He unclasped her bra and held it open, leaning back slightly to take in the view of her small perky breasts.
"Magnificent," he said breathily. He brought his mouth down to her chest and circled her pink areola with his tongue.
She arched her back, pushing her chest towards his mouth, longing to feel her nipple being sucked into its warmth. "Oh yes," she groaned as he granted her wish, and his wet mouth closed over her breast.
Warmness spread throughout her pussy as the suckling of her nipple caused her juices to flow. He maneuvered her around to where she leaned against the passenger door with her legs up in Nick's lap, and then he resumed his sucking and licking of her nipple.
Her hips lifted off the truck seat when his fingers found her dampness, rubbing her pussy through her moist panties. He slipped his finger inside her panty leg and slid it up her wet slit. Her body trembled under the soft blanket as the heady rush of arousal coursed through her.
Nick brought his finger, which was wet with her juices, up to his face. "Umm, I love the scent of an aroused woman." He licked the juices off his finger. "I love the taste too."
Sliding towards the driver's door, he crawled under the blanket, licking up her stocking encased legs until her reached her pussy. He shoved her panties aside with his fingers and tongued her slit, tasting her sweet juices.
Michelle writhed on the seat, and Nick's tongue danced expertly around her slit, flicking her throbbing clit and thrusting inside her pussy. His ministrations drove her wild with desire, and her moans and pants filled the frosty air of the truck as the sensations rippled through her body.
Her thighs trembled as she felt his finger enter her, sliding into her soft warmness. "Oh yes," she moaned as he fucked her with his finger while his tongue circled her clit. Her excitement grew, and he pushed a second and third finger inside her.
Hips driving up against his fingers, Michelle felt breathless with passion, her body consumed with need. "Oh Nick, please, I can't take it anymore. I need to feel your cock inside me," she panted.
Nick moved her further down the seat so she would be lying flat and covered her body with his. His mouth crushed against hers, and she eagerly accepted his tongue.
Michelle's hands fumbled between them, searching for the zipper of his pants. She moaned as she found her prize and released his stiff cock from its confines. Burning with need, she guided his thickness to her aching pussy.
Nick groaned as Michelle's hand gripped his engorged cock. He felt the swollen head rub against her wet hole as her hand showed him the way. His fat cock plunged into her, eliciting a deep groan from Nick as he felt her pussy clench around him.
"Oh God," Michelle cried, her pussy stretching to accommodate his massive cock. He shoved inside her, and her pelvis bucked up to meet him. Wrapping her legs around his hips, she rose to meet each thrust, driving towards release.
She reached between them and stroked her inflamed clit, adding to the delicious twinges in her pussy as his iron hard cock ravished her. The pleasure built to an intense crescendo, and his slow thrusts gradually increased to a frenzied fucking.
Loud cries filled the air as an orgasm exploded inside Michelle, sending shudders of pleasure pulsing through her body. The spasmodic contractions of her orgasming pussy clutched Nick's cock in a tight embrace causing him to lose control and shoot hot streams of cum inside her.
Breathless from the exertion of their passion, Nick collapsed on top of Michelle, covering her cooling body with the warmth of his. Cocooned beneath the cover of the blanket, they both drifted off to blissful sleep.
Michelle flinched when a sharp rap on the window intruded upon her slumber. Her subconscious registered something was off before her mind grasped the fact she sat slumped in the driver's seat of her car, dress fully buttoned and coat fully zipped.
What the heck?
"Michelle, it's Dad, open up!"
Michelle rolled down the window and squinted at the glare from her dad's flashlight.
"I thought you said your car slid off the road into an embankment of snow?"
"It did. When I got back from calling you, it was pretty much totally buried."
"Well, it isn't buried now, nor is it even in a snow drift. You're sitting on the road. Are you even sure that you are out of gas?"
Michelle checked the fuel gage, not understanding how on earth her car had gotten out of the snow drift.
"Yes, it's on empty, just like I told you."
"Well, I brought a gas can full of gas, so I will get you started back up. It will be enough to get us back on the main road and to find an open gas station so you can fill up," he said and then left Michelle to ponder what had happened.
Was the whole thing with Nick a dream? she wondered. No, it couldn't have been. I couldn't have trekked all the way to that auto shop and made the phone call by myself. Then she noticed the folded blanket lying on the passenger seat. How did he put me back in my car without waking me up? And how the heck did he get my car out of the embankment?
She picked up the blanket and held it to her nose. Nick's scent of cinnamon and ginger filled her nostrils. She started to put the blanket back on the seat when she noticed an envelope that must have been lying underneath it. Curiously, she snatched it up and slid a finger under the flap to find a card, which she slid out of the envelope.
The font of the card pictured Jolly Saint Nicholas, and Michelle opened it to find a scrawled message inside. 'I will always treasure our special moment together. I hope you like the gift I have arranged for you to get this Christmas. Its purpose is to give you a long and happy life. Merry Christmas, Nick.'
Michelle stared at the card in disbelief. No way, she thought. No fucking way he was *the* Saint Nick. She jumped when her dad's voice cut through her reverie.
"Okay, all set. You can follow me out, and I will keep on eye on you the rest of the way home in case you run into any more trouble. Oh, somebody showed up at our house right as I was about to leave, and he came along. I thought he could keep you company on the ride home." Her dad motioned to whoever was waiting in the truck.
Michelle strained to see who was getting out of the truck, but the glare of the head lights kept her from seeing anything but a shadowed form. Amazement filled her as the passenger door opened and Jeff, her high-school sweetheart whom she had dumped before college because he wasn't enough of a bad boy, pushed the blanket out of the way, climbed in, and closed the door.
The miles flew by as they caught up on each other's lives, and Michelle was surprised to discover a spark between them still existed. Could this be the gift that Nick mentioned on the card? It seemed as though her run of bad luck had finally ended, and it turned out to be a very merry Christmas.
* * * *
A Fucking Merry Christmas
Mike stood outside the brightly decorated house, flicking ash to the sidewalk. He was already on his fourth smoke break, and he had only been there for an hour. Merry Fucking Christmas, he thought as he took a deep drag from the cigarette. If it weren't for his mother, he would not attend this stupid family get together. He hated Christmas, all those people walking around with fake smiles on their face acting like everything was wonderful. It was all a bunch of crap.
White light spilled across the snow, and Mike looked up to see his mother standing in the doorway. "Mike, come on inside. It is time to open presents!"
"I'll be there in a minute, Ma."
"Well hurry up, the kids are getting restless."
Yeah, like his bratty nieces and nephews couldn't wait another few minutes. Mike glanced at the house and grimaced. His mother always went overboard on the Christmas decorations. Red lights twinkled on the eaves, and sparkling garland bordered the doors and windows. Stand-up decorations filled the snow-bound yard. A garish plastic Nativity scene took up residence in one corner, while rotund snow-men and spiral lighted Christmas trees dotted the landscape, and the jolly old elf himself sat aboard his sleigh while reindeer romped in the snow in front of it. Even the walkway was decorated, red and white striped candy canes lining the way to the house.
Mike dropped the butt of his cigarette onto the sidewalk, ground it into the snow with the heel of his boot, and walked up the cane-riddled walkway to the house. Pandemonium reigned inside the living area, his large family packed into the small room like sardines in a can.
"Sorry Mike," apologized his mom. "The kids were getting out of hand, so we went ahead and started."
This did not bother Mike one bit, since the quicker his family opened the presents, the sooner he could get the hell out of there. Before long, colorful scraps of paper and shimmering bows littered the floor as presents were opened throughout the room. Mike didn't even look to see what he got; he just ripped the paper off the boxes and stacked them in a heap beside him.
Finally, all of the presents were unwrapped and his brothers and sisters began herding up their children to take them home. "Come on kids," one of his sisters said. "Hurry up and get your coats, gloves, and snow boots on. We need to get you home and in the bed before time for Santa to come."
Mike took the opportunity during the chaos to grab his stack of presents, kiss his mom on the forehead, and slip out the door. Thank goodness that's over, he thought, as he loaded his loot into the back of his Jeep.
He drove home in swirling snow. At this rate, everyone will be snowed in for Christmas, he thought as the heavens dumped snow on the Jeep. Within a few minutes, he pulled into his garage, the door sliding down and hiding the sparkling snow from his sight. He left the presents in the Jeep, where they would probably stay for a week or so if things proceeded as usual, and then he headed to the fridge for the six-pack of beer he had saved for the night.
Reclined back in his favorite chair, he flipped through the channels on the television, searching for something to watch that wasn't related to the blasted holidays. His mood grew more sullen with each beer, and by the time he had emptied the sixth, he was swearing at the holiday programming on television. Angrily punching the power button on the remote, he staggered out of the chair and stumbled drunkenly down the hall to his room where he fell on the bed in a heap.
About midnight, Mike startled awake by a loud noise coming from the living room. What the hell? He stumbled out of bed, wiping his bleary eyes as he lurched towards the living room to see what had made the racket.
Upon reaching the living room, Mike blinked his eyes in rapid succession, thinking the six-pack he had downed earlier that night must have brought on hallucinations. Standing in the middle of the room was a vision that couldn't be real: a voluptuous brunette dressed in a skin tight red velvet dress bordered at hem, neck, and wrist with fluffy white. Impish little men dressed in outrageous looking outfits of red, white, and green surrounded her.
"Who the hell are you?" Mike slurred.
"Well, let's see. I'm wearing red and white and I am surrounded by elves. I think that would make me Mrs. Claus. What do you think?"
"I think that you are fucking nuts, that's what I think. I also think that if you don't get the hell out of my house, I am going to call the cops."
"I am afraid I can't let you do that. Mr. Claus is much too busy tonight to be bailing me and my little helpers out of jail," Mrs. Claus said and nodded to the elves.
They rushed towards Mike, and in a blink of an eye, he found his hands trussed behind him. "What the fuck do you think you are doing?" he stuttered.
"I am going to give you a Christmas Eve you will never forget," Mrs. Claus said as the elves hustled him back to the bedroom.
Once again, quicker than Mike could comprehend, the elves re-tied his wrists to the headboard. Looking up, Mike saw his wrists looked as though wrapped for Christmas, festooned with bright red and green ribbon.
"Thanks boys, you can go now. I've got things under control from here," said Mrs. Claus, dismissing the elves from the room.
"Mike, you've been such a scrooge for the last couple of Christmases it has really begun to bother one of your nieces. In fact, your overall sadness affected her so much she wrote a letter to Santa asking him to make you happy again. There really wasn't much dear Nick could do for your situation, so he turned you over to me. He knows I have a certain knack for these kinds of situations."
"You are a fruit loop lady," jeered Mike. "Santa is just a made up mystical fat guy parents use to goad kids into being good all year long. Besides, even if he was real, he'd be an old dude and definitely wouldn't have a looker like you for a wife."