The Naughty List
Crystal hated the holidays. Maybe it was the weird disconnect that Southern California had from “winter” ideals. She’d be lucky if it would be cold enough to wear a light coat by December 25. All the fake snow and scarves weren’t doing much for her when it was still in the mid-70s. Maybe it was just the endless loop of Christmas songs that set her teeth on edge. Maybe it was her recent 45th birthday.
She stalked through the mall, the week before Christmas. She hated that she had to pick up a gift for a client. Normally, she’d have sent her assistant, but the girl was on vacation. So Crystal was at the mall.
She passed by the endless line of screaming children all waiting to see mall Santa. Even he looked bored she thought, pausing to glance at the poor man in the silly suit. A couple of equally bored elves stood waiting to hand each kid a candy cane before returning them sticky-fingered and tear-streaked to their parents.
Crystal turned from the Santa display and headed up the escalator. She found the store, not far from Santa. Even before she stepped across the threshold, she was assaulted with the sounds of toy trains. The scents of canned cinnamon, vanilla, and artificial pine wafted into the air. Crystal walked into the store.
She made her way around racks of cards and tables full of tiny snow roofed houses. The store was surprisingly bereft of customers. Crystal reached the counter and found a bored teen leaning on the register and staring at her phone. “I’m here to pick up a package for Ms. Collins,” Crystal said even before the teen raised her eyes from the phone.
“Sure,” the girl said, stuffing the phone in her pocket. She rummaged under the counter for a minute, before pulling out a gift-wrapped package. The girl shuffled the receipts around, checking that the box had, in fact, been paid for before dropping it into a bag with the store name emblazoned on the side. “Here ya go,” she said sliding the bag across the counter.
“Thanks,” Crystal said and turned to leave the store.
“Happy holidays,” the girl called after her, but Crystal ignored her. She had the package, and now just had to get out of the mall and find her way back to her car. She passed by Santa’s Magic Kingdom once more. The photo stand seemed to be closed. The line of kids was gone at least.
Something about the Santa set up caught her attention. She took a step toward the faux snow-covered ground, and tripped on the tile floor, tumbling into the fake trees and giant candy canes. Crystal hurried to pull her skirt back down over her lace panties and garters. She was annoyed to see one of her stockings was torn. She had a date lined up for after her mall mission. While she wasn’t particularly interested in the man, but she was interested in sex.
She muttered, “I hate Christmas.”
Before she’d even finished straightening her skirt, which was dangerously high on her thighs, someone offered her a white-gloved hand.
“My goodness, are you ok? Let me help you up” a young man’s voice stumbled over the words.
Crystal looked up into the bright blue eyes of Santa Claus.
“Thanks,” she said clambering to her feet. Her high heeled boots sinking into the fake snow, causing her to tumble into him. He felt surprisingly strong for a Santa.
“Why don’t you come and sit down for a minute,” he asked, leading her toward a small building labeled “Santa’s Workshop.”
The building proved to be mostly a facade. Inside was a rack of elf costumes and some folding chairs and a table.
Once she was seated, he brought her a drink.
She smiled her thanks and was surprised to find the drink was bourbon.
She sipped the bourbon, feeling her ire at being trapped in a mall fading.
“Thanks, for helping me out,” she said to the Santa
He shrugged, “No problem. So do you mind if I ditch my coat, it’s way too hot for this thing.”
“Sure,” Crystal said realizing that Santa was much younger than she’d expected. It may have been the white beard that looked real, and white hair that had him seem older.
As he slipped off the coat, Crystal almost choked on her drink. This Santa was ripped. He had to be in his early twenties, but he must have spent all his free time at the gym.
As he sat back asked, “Are you sure you’re ok? you look like you may have gotten hurt,” he nodded to her torn stockings.
She stretched her legs out, noticing his appreciative look. “I think it’s just my pride and stockings,” she said, running a hand over her leg as if checking her leg for damage. She was pretty sure that from his angle he could almost see up her skirt. “You could check if you wanted”
He raised an eyebrow at her, “Well I wouldn’t want you to leave if you’re injured.” He ran a hand down her leg.
She could feel the warmth of his hand through her torn stockings. His hands were strong, and he applied just a hint of pressure. She wondered how high he would go, but he stopped just above her knee. He didn’t, she noticed, remove his hands.
“Do I check out ok, Santa?” She asked, with a smile.
He nodded slowly, “I think you are better than ok.”
Crystal smiled at the younger man and leaned forward. “So Santa,” she licked her lips tasting the bourbon and expectation, “How would you like to join me on the naughty list?”
Santa froze, and she could see the look of disbelief on his face. She wondered if he was shocked that an older woman was blatantly hitting on him, or perhaps it was just the obvious invitation. Before she could ask, he closed the distance between them and kissed her. Crystal wrapped her arms around his shoulders, once again struck by the hardness of his body.
His hands left her legs and closed around her waist, pulling her closer to him. His tongue tangled with hers before she broke the kiss, panting. She glanced around the room, “Will anyone else be using this room?”
He shook his head, “I’m the last one here. I’m supposed to lock up when I’m done.”
Crystal shifted in her seat, “Excellent.” She inched to the edge of the chair and spread her legs, pulling her skirt up. He gaped at her lack of panties. “Santa likes cookies right?” she purred at him. “I’ve got one for you to nibble on.”
Santa slid to his knees in front of her. He began kissing the inside of her thighs. She found his white hair disconcerting, on such a young man. But as his mouth reached her pussy, she found that she didn’t care. He slipped off her panties and laid them on the table. He sucked and lapped at her lips with all the fervor of the young. His tongue found her clit, and she moaned. She buried her fingers in his hair, noting how silky it was. She loosened it from its ponytail and loved the tickle of it against her thighs.
She leaned back in the chair as he sucked on his clit, and she felt her orgasm building. “Come on Santa, make me come,” she murmured to him. She felt his hands on her hips, and he redoubled his efforts. She came with a low moan and a shudder. She wasn’t sure if he hadn’t realized she came or if he just wanted to keep going, but his tongue never stopped. She rode the orgasm, shaking as her overly sensitive body responded to his continued licking and sucking.
She finally tugged lightly on his hair, “Baby, I think you’ve got something else I’d like.”
He looked up at her, his beard damp with her juices. He bit his lip, looking suddenly younger. “I’ve got a condom,” he said and blushed.
She bit back a laugh, not wanting to embarrass him. How could a man this hot be this inexperienced she wondered. “Perfect,” she said glancing around the sparsely furnished room. They didn’t have a lot of options. She doubted the rickety table could take her weight, let alone both of them. She hated the idea of tearing up her stockings more, but the floor seemed their only option.
He seemed to sense her dilemma and jumped to his feet. He spread the stuffed Santa coat on the floor. “It’s not great, but it’s better than the floor,” he said, looking pleased.
She giggled this time, “Take off your pants and lie down,” she ordered. She pushed up her skirt, revealing her garters, as he shed the Santa pants from his costume. His cock was impressively stiff. She thought it looked like it may be painful. He fumbled in his wallet and pulled out a condom.
Crystal took it from him and opened the package. She ran her fingers over his chest, tweaking his nipples softly. He moaned deep in his throat and hissed a low yes. She slipped the condom over his cock, loving how hard he was, and taking the opportunity to pump his magnificent erection.
“Do you want to fuck me?” she asked him.
His eyes were dark with lust and he nodded frantically. “Yes, please yes.” He said, almost pleading.
She straddled his waist keeping eye contact with him. The tip of his cock rubbed against her. She took hold of it, and positioned him, and slowly slid down on him. She moaned as his cock filled her.
She rocked her pelvis, loving his moans. She leaned forward, beginning to ride him. Her hands found his nipples, and she teased him first rubbing then pinching softly.
He begged, almost inarticulately as she continued her slow grind against him. He placed his hands on her hips but made no move to change her speed or motion.
She let her hand drift between their bodies, rubbing at her clit.
He watched her hand and sighed. “Yes, ma’am” he sighed. “Use me for your pleasure,” he whispered.
That sent Crystal over the edge. She came again, feeling her pussy clamp around his cock.
She felt him shift his hips, thrusting into her just before he cried out as he came. He shuddered beneath her. When he looked at her again, she raised an eyebrow, “Who told you that you could come?”
He blushed, and she loved it. “I’ll forgive you this time,” she smiled grinding against his softening cock. She slid off of his. She glanced around and found his tank top. She wiped herself down within, while he lay on the floor watching.
She tossed the shirt to him. “I had dinner plans, but how would you like to join me instead?”
Twas the Night Before Christmas
Paul began clearing away the dinner plates. Crystal hadn’t planned on spending Christmas Eve with Paul, but once again she couldn’t pass up being with him. He said he planned an entire evening together as a Christmas gift for her.
She noticed that he was acting a little strange, well stranger than normal for him. She let it go, wanting to let him bring it up. He led her into the living room, and she found it lit with candles and the lights from the tree. “It’s lovely,” she whispered.
He looked pleased. “I have something else for you,” he said with a shy smile.
Crystal smiled back at him, “Paul, you don’t have to do all this.” She started.
“Just give me a minute,” Paul said and left the room. She heard the water running for a minute in the bathroom, and he returned. He was naked, his glorious body all shadows and highlights in the candlelight. She noticed that he’d shaved his beard, and he looked even younger without it. His long, pale hair hung loose to his shoulders. She grinned as her eyes found his hard cock, topped with a bright red bow.
“Is that for me?” she asked, pointing at the bow?
He nodded, “Yes, it’s for you.”
“Come here,” she crooked a finger at him. He walked over to her and sat at her feet. “No, here” she pointed at the couch. He sat next to her, her clothed state only made his nudity more pronounced. She laid a hand on her cheek, exploring his new un-bearded state. She kissed him, feeling his lips melt against hers. His hands came up and tangled in her hair, kissing her harder than he ever had before.
He broke the kiss, and whispered, “Oh my goddess, tonight I want to worship you.” He slowly began undressing her, carefully laying her clothing over the back of the couch.
Crystal let him undress her, moving to help him only when necessary. With each item of clothing he removed, he paused to kiss and lick her revealed skin. Crystal found herself sighing and moaning at each kiss. When he freed her breasts, he worshiped them. His mouth closed over her nipple, sucking softly.
Crystal moaned softly and laid back enjoying the feeling. Her hands tangled in his hair, and she felt him shift from one nipple to the other. She felt a tingling in her pussy. He began to run his teeth over her nipples.
Crystal’s moans increased and she clamped her legs together, feeling her wetness seeping out. She hadn’t believed that she could orgasm without some sort of clitoral stimulation, but here she was on the edge of orgasm, while this gorgeous young man toyed with her nipples. Crystal growled her orgasm, shocked to feel it pulled from her so quickly.
Paul moved away from her nipples then and began to kiss his way down her belly. He inhaled deeply, “I love the scent of you,” he effused. “You have the most wonderful musk” his tongue lapped at her. “I could taste you forever,” he murmured before burying his face in her pussy.
Crystal blushed and sighed at his words. She’d grown used to his worshipful language. At first, she wondered if it was a line – something he cultivated to woo women. But over time, she’d come to realize this was simply him. Tonight, she found it particularly arousing to listen to him.
He worshiped her pussy with his mouth, his tongue, and when he raised his head long enough, his words. She watched the candlelight reflect in his white hair and felt her pussy tingle. Paul’s tongue probed inside her pussy, and she moaned. His tongue fucked her, while she rocked her hips toward him.
He continued to glorify her and her pussy until she came again. As he moved away from her, she stretched languidly. Her skin felt electrified. “Oh Paul,” she sighed at him, “that was heavenly.” He stayed on the floor, rising to his knees.
“There’s more, my goddess.”
She saw his cock, still hard and topped with a bow. It glistened with pre-cum, and Crystal licked her lips. She rose slowly from the couch, “Come with me” she ordered. For the first time, she led Paul to her bedroom. She climbed on the bed and Paul followed her.
She lay back and Paul gazed at her a moment, before climbing on top of her. She felt his hard body, the iron bands of his arms as he held himself above her. She rubbed her pussy against his erection, trying to guide him inside without touching him. Her movements made him growl, and he seemed to be fighting to enter her slowly.
She sighed as his cock filled her, and she murmured his name. It may have been her whisper, but it was like he was unleashed. He growled and looked down at her, his eyes almost feral.
She gazed back at him, “I’m yours.”
He moaned and quickened his pace. This she realized was a different form of worship, feverish, ecstatic worship of not only her but of their sex. She met him thrust for thrust and felt overwhelmed once again.
They came together, and he slowly lowered himself next to her. She curled around him, “Stay, tonight” she murmured into his ear. She felt him smile and he nodded.
“It will be the final part of my gift to you,” he said quietly, and they both drifted off to sleep.
Trimming the Tree
The Christmas season had swept in like a California heatwave. And there was a heatwave. Crystal used to hate the holidays, but last year she’d met Paul, and he had changed her views about Christmas and a few other holidays as well.
There was still a mystery about him, something almost otherworldly. She didn’t know what he did for a living, but he was never without money. Throughout the year, he traveled but she didn’t know where. What she did know, and what mattered most to her was when he came back to her. Crystal never asked, she never pressed for details; she welcomed him back when he returned.
Today he returned home, his long, pale hair hanging loose around his shoulders, and he was beautiful as always.
“Welcome home,” she called from the kitchen putting the finishing touches on dinner. He came into the kitchen and wrapped his arms around her. He kissed the top of her head, pulling her close – her back pressed against his chest.
“Oh my queen, you did not have to do all this work,” he murmured into her ear. His hands splayed over her hips. “Let me serve you at least.”
She untangled herself from his arms and stepped up on her toes to kiss him. As always, it stole her breath to stare into his icy blue eyes. He held her tightly, her hands tangled in his hair. Their lips locked together until the kitchen timer tore them apart.
“Out,” he ordered. “I’ll finish this.”
Crystal knew it was pointless to argue, so she took her drink and left him in the kitchen. He served diner with the elegance and grace that always made her wonder just where he came from. After dinner, he poured them both glasses of wine and they sat together in front of the Christmas tree. It was the first she’d ever had in her place.
“The tree is lovely,” he said, his eyes glittering in lights. “I am glad you decided to have one this year.” He turned from the tree to look back at her, “How can I show my appreciation for that wonderful dinner?” he asked, sliding closer to her and opening his arms.
She smiled at him, “I want to watch you.”
He stopped moving and frowned, “What do you mean?”
She shifted on the rug, letting her dress ride up her thighs. “I want to watch you pleasure yourself.”
He cocked his head, considering the request. Then, without a word, he stood up. He stripped out of his shirt and tossed it toward the couch. He shimmied out of his jeans, slowly and sensually.
Crystal watched as his jeans slid lower, revealing more and more of him. He shook out his hair and stood nude before her. She watched as his hand slid down his belly, and she knew what those ridges of muscles felt like. She’d touched and tasted every inch of him.
She smiled feeling herself flushing with desire; he was putting on far more of a show than she expected. Or maybe she was responding more than she’d expected.
He wrapped his fingers around his cock. He stroked slowly, his eyes trained on her. Her gaze shifted from his hand to his eyes, moving with the same languid speed of his strokes.
His free hand moved to his chest, and he began rubbing his nipples in time with his cock. His face twisted and he bit his lip. She knew that expression had seen it a hundred times before. She watched his hand moving faster, and his grip tightened.
Her breathing increased with his, and she shifted sitting on her knees. Crystal was surprised to hear herself moan, the only sound outside the slick slapping of his flesh. She tore her eyes away from his cock, meeting his eyes.
She held his gaze, and she watched him struggle to keep his eyes open to watch her watching him. He let out a low groan as he came, and his eyes fluttered closed. Crystal’s eyes dropped back to his cock, watching as his hand milking every drop.
All He Wanted for Christmas
Crystal fumbled with the keys and lock. Paul waited next to her, his hands caressing her waist. She got the door open and practically dragged him inside. The last couple of nights, she found that she just couldn’t get enough of him. She kicked the door closed behind them. “Living room,” she ordered him.
He smiled, “yes ma’am.”
She watched him hurry to the living room, once again captivated by his sculpted ass in tight jeans. She followed behind him her mind busy with all the depravities she had planned for him. She couldn’t wait to see his response to her plans.
He stood in the living room, waiting for her orders. She poured them both a drink and settled herself on the couch. “Strip” she ordered.
He unzipped his coat, shrugging it slowly to the floor. His tight black shirt followed.
She sipped her drink, watching him reveal himself to her. She loved the blush that ran down his hard chest. He had an adorable shyness that seemed to fuel her dominant side.
He shimmed out of his jeans, his erection bobbing free.
Crystal made some sounds of appreciation. “Come here, babe,” she said to him, patting the couch next to him. “I have a gift for you tonight.”
He nodded, “Anything you wish, my Goddess.”
She stroked his long white hair, still wondering how such a young man had white hair. She rose from the couch, “Enjoy your drink while I get your present.”
He nodded quickly.
In her bedroom, she quickly stripped out of her dress, leaving her stockings on. The red lace garter belt contrasted wonderfully with her black stockings. She was also wearing the matching bustier. She slipped out of her panties and picked up the wrapped package.
She returned to the living room. He was holding his drink and looked relaxed. She loved how he had relaxed into his submission to her. “Paul,” she said as she entered the room.
He turned and almost dropped his drink, as his eyes traveled over her. He seemed to be ignoring the wrapped box.
Crystal placed the box on the table in front of him.
Paul tore the paper from the box, and stared at the plain black box, before tugging open the flaps. He pulled out the jumble of leather straps and the second, smaller box. He opened the second box, understanding coming over his features.
“Merry Christmas, Paul,” she said with a smile. “It’s as close to what we talked about as I could find.”
Paul’s expression was both excited and concerned. He held the dildo gently in one hand, “This is for me?”
Crystal nodded. She took the dildo from him and wrapped her fingers around the silicone toy “I even picked the red one for the holiday.”
Crystal took the harness and wrapped it around her hips and waist. She buckled and hooked everything in place.
Paul watched her every move, but once the harness was in place, his eyes remained fixed on the harness and strap-on she wore. It jutted large and red from her mons.
“Do you like your present?” She asked, posing for him.
He licked his lips as he nodded. “Oh yes,” He whispered.
She smiled wickedly at him before sitting on the chair, spreading her legs wide. She could see herself reflected in the windows, and was fascinated by her spread open pussy lips topped by a slick red cock. “Now let’s start with my present,” she said, pointing to her pussy.
Paul crawled to her. His beard didn’t hide his smile as he hurried to obey her. Without any further instruction, he buried his face between her thighs. His beard tickling her thighs, and his lips and tongue went to work. She sighed with pleasure and watched his forehead pressed against the plastic cock.
He’d become adept at pleasing her with his mouth. He licked and sucked in all the right ways to have Crystal moaning. She came quickly, and Paul continued to lap at her.
“Enough,” she said her voice breathless. “I want you to suck this,” she said pointing at the dildo.
Paul paused a moment before opening his mouth. His lips wrapped around the rubber cock. Crystal watched him fellating the toy and saw his own cock was hard.
Crystal ordered Paul to his knees. He dropped to his hands and knees, slowly lowering his head and elbows to the ground.
She rubbed the fake cock while he watched. “Are you ready?”
He nodded, one cheek resting on the floor. He had a dreamy, almost languid expression on his face. She knew this look. It was the one he wore whenever he slipped into submission.
She stroked the dildo, coating it in lube while he watched. She pressed the head of the dildo against his asshole. He gasped as the tip entered him. Crystal stroked his back, letting him adjust to the feeling. She could see his cock still bobbing and hard.
She tilted her hips, pushing more of the cock inside him. Paul moaned and bit his lip. “Are you ok?” She asked him.
Again he nodded, his voice a whisper, “yes, keep going.”
Crystal push again and the head of the dildo was passed his sphincter and slid fully into him. She paused, feeling the heat from his skin against her. Crystal ran her hands over his hips, feeling the tension in his muscles. “How do you feel?” She asked.
He groaned. “It’s…” He paused, “it’s so much,” he whispered. “The fullness, and” he paused as she shifted a little, “and oh my” he moaned and Crystal knew she’d managed to find his prostate. She watched his hand inch toward his cock.
“Don’t touch your cock,” Crystal ordered. “I want you to focus on this feeling,” she slowly slides the cock in and out. She moved slowly, getting the feeling for the motions to move the dildo to apply pressure on his prostate, and to apply pressure to her clit. The harness was designed for that, but she’d found that it worked better in concept than in practice. Her hands kept stroking his hips and back, while he moaned beneath her.
He started thrusting back at her, trying to speed up her pace. “Use your words,” she ordered him.
He swallowed and took a breath. They’d played together long enough that he knew he had to speak for her to continue. “Please, more…” He asked softly, looking back at her.
“More?” She asked, looking down at him. “Faster more? Or harder more?” She shifted the dildo only slightly now, barely sliding it in and out of him.
“Yes,” he said almost desperately. “Please Crystal,” he pleaded, “fuck me harder.”
She smiled at him. She poured more lube over the rubber cock, and slowly worked it in and out of his tight ass. Then she let go and started fucking. She knew that the harness wasn’t going to give her enough stimulation to come, but she didn’t care. She wanted to watch him squirm on her cock, without distraction. He whimpered and moaned while she thrust. With her rubber cock, she could go for hours if she wanted.
She watched his hands fist and claw at the floor, in what she assumed was an effort to not touch his cock. His hips moved in response to her, pushing toward her, burying the cock deeper in his ass. And he begged. It was almost inarticulate pleas falling from his lips as she thrust her hips and filled him.
Crystal smiled down at him. “Do you want to come, my boy?” She asked.
“Yes, please” he gasped out.
“Stroke your cock,” she ordered. His hand shot to his cock, and the moan of relief made her wet. “Good boy,” she crooned at him, “now come while my cock is in your ass.” She ordered, loving his frantic movements. He’d held out for so long. She couldn’t wait to interrogate him about the experience, but for now, she wanted to watch him come.
It didn’t take much, just a minute of stroking before his cock exploded over his hand, his come pooling on the floor beneath him. She kept her slow thrusting going until his hand fell away from his cock.
She slowly pulled the dildo free and watched him slide fully to the floor. He lay on his side, watching her as she removed the harness and let it drop to the floor. She lay down next to him, wrapping her arms around his heaving shoulders. “Did you like your present?” She asked softly in his ear.
“Yes,” he murmured, his breathing slowly returning to normal, “very much.”
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