Naughty Noelle

by Vanessa Devereaux

  “How about I go and put on my Naughty Noelle outfit while you get set to spank me?

  ”

  He swallowed again, fearing he was going to come there and then.

  All he could do was watch as she headed toward what he assumed was her bedroom.

  Reindeer crop, what hadn’t he thought of something like that? What did he have in the bag?

  The giant candy cane he’d bought for her.

  Taking two large strides over to the shopping bag, he pulled out the box and opened it to reveal the oversized candy. The smell of peppermint filled the air around him. After this he’d never look at one of his favorite holiday treats in the same way ever again.

  A creaking floorboard behind him made him turn to look in that direction. Ellen stood in the doorway wearing a white blouse with its two top buttons undone, revealing cleavage he never knew she possessed, a short red skirt and knee-high white socks. Her dark brown hair was tied up in a ponytail. Shaun hadn’t realized that she wore glasses and shit, did they look sexy. He swallowed again. She did look like someone who might be called Naughty Noelle.

  “Are you ready for me Santa?”

  Had her voice got huskier since she’d been in the bedroom?

  Shaun knew sweat was breaking out on his forehead, and not just because the Santa costume was so damn hot.

  “I’m ready and waiting.”

  He sat down on the couch and slapped the candy cane across his open palm a few times. He signaled for her to walk over to him.

  With each step she took, she got more beautiful and appealing.

  “Lie across my lap, if you wouldn’t mind?” he said.

  The name Naughty Noelle suited her well because she had a devilish grin on her face. She got down on her knees and then positioned herself over his legs, pushing her ass up in the air as she did so. The short skirt barely covered her backside and she wore the skimpiest pair of undies underneath it.

  He lifted the skirt, bunching it on the small of her back, revealing the cutest little butt he’d ever seen. White, blemish free, and as he ran his hand across it, soft.

  “Okay Naughty Noelle, don’t say you didn’t ask for this.”

  He patted her lightly with the candy cane. She wigged her ass at him. He smacked harder and then harder again, seeing her cheeks turn a little red.

  Her panties.

  He didn’t know what came over him, but he pulled them down, almost ripping the delicate lace edging. He tugged them over her thighs and let them fall to her ankles.

  What a sight... Her now bare ass stared back at him. He touched it, ran his hands over each cheek, feeling his cock pulsate. He smacked her and felt her wiggle on his lap. He hoped he hadn’t hurt her.

  “I’ve been a bad girl, Santa.”

  “I know you have. You photocopied something besides an office memo.”

  “You can see check it out right now if you want. My pussy, I mean.”

  His hand shook. What an invitation.

  “What are you waiting for?” she asked.

  He swallowed, getting an uncomfortable sensation in his balls. He parted her ass cheeks and holy Santa—juices glistened on her folds and pussy opening. The whole thing was obviously turning her on as much as it was him.

  “Touch me, Santa. Touch me in a way only you know how.”

  He swallowed again, this time almost choking on his own saliva. Shaun ran his finger down the center of her folds, feeling the heat and wetness of her body. His finger literally slipped inside her. It was slick and her muscles invited him in further. He couldn’t help himself, he pushed it deeper within her, hearing her groan and he hoped it was from pleasure.

  “You were naughty so I’m going to have to punish you,” he said.

  He pumped her, hearing her groan on each movement. She lifted her ass up to meet him. Shaun glanced down to see her gripping the carpet with her fingers before she tightened her butt. She grew wetter, hotter as he pushed his finger deeper into her channel until finally she bucked against his legs and shook.

  “Santa, what have you done to me?”

  She eased herself up and then stood before placing one foot on his knee. He wanted to look at her face, he really did, but all he could focus on was the sight between her legs. Moisture seeped down from her folds and her pink and very swollen labia looking so inviting.

  She took hold of the candy cane and began to lick it. She let it slide across her tongue before placing the tip of it in her mouth and sucking.

  I won’t last another second.

  He curled his fingers toward his palms and made a fist, willing himself to hold on and not ruin things. He could do little else but watch Naughty Noelle give oral sex to one of his favorite holiday treats.

  She groaned, murmured and sucked on it as is more of the striped goody disappeared into her mouth.

  Right now Shaun envied it. Was jealous of it. It was an inanimate object for Christ’s sake, how stupid was that? But he wanted it to be his dick she was pleasuring. Oh, he wanted it so bad.

  Ellen gave one final lick along the cane’s entire length and placed it on top of its box. She slid onto his lap, putting her arms around him. The smell of the peppermint on her breath was intoxicating.

  “Are you going to punish me some more? Maybe make me do some nice things to you.”

  Ellen slid her hand down the front of his chest, over the large black belt, and then onto his crotch.

  “Santa, what a big boy you are.” She kissed him, massaging his dick through the costume. She had a firm hand and played with his cock before squeezing his balls.

  He kissed her this time.

  “There’s no fly on your outfit,” she whispered in his ear.

  Shit, he hadn’t thought about that when he’d pulled on the pants.

  “I guess he doesn’t get his dick out that often,” said Shaun.

  “But Mrs. Claus always has a smile on her face.”

  “Maybe she’s doing someone else.”

  They both laughed.

  Shaun squeezed his hand between their bodies and slipped it on her mound. It was thick with hair and tickled his palm. He wiggled his finger through the tight curls until he found her clit. He circled and teased it until she gasped.

  “Did you like the hand job you got from the temp at the conference?”

  Her cheeks blushed again.

  “I lied, Santa.”

  “What, you didn’t enjoy it or…”

  “The hand job was part of my fantasy.”

  He was almost relieved. Not about the fantasy bit, but that some other man hadn’t brought her pleasure.

  He rubbed her clit with the knuckle on his thumb.

  “This anything like your fantasy?” he asked her.

  “It’s very much like it,” she scooted her butt forward and threw her arms around his shoulders while he went to work on her.

  “This doesn’t feel much like punishment.”

  “Oh, it will because you don’t know what I’m about to do to you.”

  “Now I’m intrigued,” she said.

  “Let me know when you’re coming.”

  She rested her head on his shoulder and pushed her thighs onto his.

  The fact that she was beginning to wiggle told him all he needed to know without her volunteering the information.

  She was about to climax so he stopped playing with her clit.

  “Hey, Santa, what’s the deal?”

  “You’ve been bad.”

  “Shit, you’re a vindictive man.”

  She pushed her hand down and began playing with herself.

  “That’s it Naughty Noelle, show Santa how you pleasure yourself.”

  He was spellbound, couldn’t take his eyes off her mound as she wiggled her fingers under her curls.

  Yeah, Santa could watch this act all night.

  ****

  She’d lost all her inhibitions and she hadn’t touched an ounce of alcohol. Shaun’s erection was obvious and he could do little else now but focus
on her crotch. She wanted to give him a good show but he’d got her blood revved up down there so it wouldn’t take much of her own doing to make her come big-time.

  She groaned and fell toward him, feeling his arms go around her shoulders.

  “You’re so beautiful when you come. I shouldn’t really say that because you’re beautiful all the time,” he whispered in her ear.

  “Santa, you know what to say to a girl to make her very appreciative.”

  “Santa never lies. And maybe he can take a look at the rest of your beautiful body.”

  She closed her eyes, feeling him tug at the four buttons on the blouse. Cool air kissed her skin which told her he’d parted the edges of it, exposing her bra.

  Shaun touched her nipples through the lace with the back of his hand. They responded by puckering and tightening. He’d obviously figured out that the clasp was at the front and popped it open. He parted it with both his hands, the palms brushing gently against her skin, and now the ultra-sensitive nipples.

  “Just as I thought, as pretty as the rest of you.”

  He caressed and held them, treating them like they were precious works of art.

  Ellen let her head drop back, baring her neck and causing her breasts to lift higher. Shaun took the cue to lean in and kiss them. Tiny quick ones at first, and then lingering, lip type ones until finally his mouth covered her left nipple.

  She squeezed his biceps as he sucked just as she had on the candy cane.

  He stopped and she looked at him.

  “You taste as good as you look, Naughty Noelle.”

  “Tell me what you thought when you first read my letter.”

  He brushed a tendril of hair that had freed itself from her ponytail and removed her glasses.

  “I was shocked that you’d been so-so naughty.”

  “I told another lie.”

  “Really.”

  “The bit about the summer camp.”

  “You didn’t think about me when you fucked the other guy?”

  She rested her forehead on his.

  “I would have, that is if I’d really fucked him.”

  “Um, so the letter was all a fabricated sexual fantasy?”

  She nodded. “I haven’t been fucked in more than a year.”

  “Is that your Christmas wish?”

  “Is that one of the things you put under the tree?”

  He shook his head. “Let’s just say it’s a little extra. But you have to please Santa.”

  He stood, letting her feet hit the ground. In her stocking feet, it meant that he was a lot taller than her. In fact, she hadn’t realized just how tall he was until now.

  She pulled at his beard, taking it from his face. Shit, he was so good looking. Those fantastic hazel eyes and the cleft in the chin. And she was about to be fucked by him. Her having sex with the boss. Now that was naughty.

  “You want to show me to the bedroom.”

  She didn’t hesitate. She took his hand and pulled him out into the hallway and to the first door on the right.

  “Undress me,” he said.

  She pulled on the buckle on his belt, eyeing his face for any reaction as she slipped it open and began unbuttoning the top of his costume. He slipped it off his shoulders and pushed it down until it hung around his waist. His skin was smooth, soft, and she couldn’t help but plant a kiss on it.

  She took off her own blouse and bra before tackling the rest of the outfit.

  “The zip at the side isn’t very convenient if Santa has to go on a potty break.”

  Shaun laughed. “Maybe he’s so magical that he can hold it until he gets back to the North Pole.”

  “And is that where you’re going tonight?”

  “I think you’ll take me somewhere more magical than that.”

  Ellen tugged on the zip, allowing the costume to fall to the ground. He wore Christmas boxers and she smiled at the image of the tiny reindeer on them.

  “Stocking stuffer gift from my sister,” he said.

  “Really.”

  “Yes, really.”

  “Well, let’s take them off and see what surprise lurks in them.”

  Now it truly felt like Christmas. Unwrapping something special and not really knowing what she’d find when she did.

  Easing them past his knees, she glanced down. The ultimate yuletide gift. Santa was blessed in the cock department. Maybe that’s why Mrs. Claus smiled so much.

  “Like what you’ve found?”

  “Oh, I love it,” said Ellen running her hand over his shaft.

  “You really shouldn’t be seeing it. I mean, knowing how naughty you’ve been.”

  “And what exactly am I getting?”

  She almost screamed as without warning, he lifted her up and carried her to the bed where he placed her gently down upon it. Shaun got on beside her and unzipped her skirt before easing it over her hips, freeing her body of the last piece of clothing that stood between them both being naked.

  “And do you like what you see?” she asked, suddenly more brazen than she’d ever give herself credit for.

  “I’m pretty sure I’ve got the better of the two gifts.”

  He dragged his finger down the center of her body, over her tummy, navel and lower stomach. It was cold, it tickled, and she couldn’t help but think about what his lovemaking would be like.

  Shaun leaned over to kiss her, pushing his hand down into her pubic hair and massaging her clit. She was still wet and ready from the last round of foreplay.

  “I just realized as Santa I’m not at all prepared,” he whispered before nibbling on her earlobe.

  “And why is that?”

  “Santa left his condoms out in the shopping bag in the living room. You won’t run away while I go get them will you?” He stood.

  “Nope, I’m staying right here. And I hope you don’t lose that erection.”

  “With you around there’s no chance of that.” He walked toward the door and then turned back. “And no starting without me.”

  Ellen laughed as he disappeared out of the room. She set her head back on the pillow, hearing the snow plough go by the townhouse. This was one of the best Christmas Eves she’d ever had.

  Shaun returned with the box, pulled out a foil package and then placed the rest on the dresser.

  “Hope that didn’t spoil the mood,” he said, tearing it open.

  “You want me to put it on you?” asked Ellen. She really was brazen tonight.

  “Sure.”

  He walked over to her, stood by the bed and handed the condom to her. She got on her knees in front of him, took his cock in one hand, the condom in the other, and rolled it up his shaft.

  “Does that feel good?” she asked him.

  “Yes, but not as good as it’s going to feel inside you.”

  Ellen flopped back on the bed, quickly joined by Shaun. He brushed some hair from her eyes as he leaned over, kissed her, and then nudged her legs apart.

  “Fuck me, Santa,” said Ellen.

  They both burst out laughing.

  Shaun got between her legs, lifted his cock and gradually introduced it into her opening. They held hands as he pushed further and soon was filling and spreading her pussy muscles.

  At first they seemed to move together, rocking their bodies to meet a certain timing and rhythm they’d seemed to have silently agreed upon. Letting go of her hands, Shaun rested them by her head and pushed harder and deeper within. She took it as a cue to lift her hips, wrap her legs around him, allowing their bodies to meld into one.

  If someone would have told her that she’d end up on Christmas Eve with her boss pounding away inside her, she would have said they were crazy.

  Her pussy twitched and stirred, making her gasp.

  Maybe she was dreaming.

  She pinched herself, hoping that Shaun didn’t see her and think she was nuts. The warmth and friction their bodies were creating intensified the spicy aftershave he wore. She took a deep breath knowing she’d remember this
moment, this smell and feeling forever.

  Her orgasm was building. Building fast and hard and her pussy muscles pulled around him, making him seem harder and bigger inside her channel.

  Ellen bit her lip, hoping he didn’t mind or get embarrassed that she was a bit of a screamer when she climaxed. She tried to contain it as best she could, but why bother, Shaun was about to give her an orgasm off the charts.

  Digging her fingertips into his biceps, she cried out and pushed her chin up, soaking in the pleasure he’d brought her body. Yes, her body and not just her pussy.

  He moved faster, harder, panting and then finally, his head shot up, his own chin going in the air, and he groaned. A gentle warmth filled her and then they cuddled, with him still buried deep inside her.

  “Are you planning on staying the night or do you have another naughty lady to go visit?”

  She was partly playing around, partly testing the water to see if he was staying, or if he had somewhere else to go. She’d gone along with this not on any pretext that this was the start of something romantic. But now, somewhere in her heart she wished that maybe this wouldn’t just be a one night fling.

  “Nope, you’re the only naughty one on this year’s list. That is, if you want me to stay.”

  “Sure Santa, stay as long as you like.”

  Chapter Four

  Shaun lay looking up at the ceiling. The sex had been great. Ellen was great.

  The gifts. He’d forgotten about the gifts he’d brought along.

  “You want to wait until Christmas morning to open gifts or do it now.”

  “I didn’t get anything for you.”

  He shook his head. “It doesn’t matter. So now or later?”

  “How about now?”

  He slid off the bed, went to the spot under the tree where he’d placed the two boxes and brought them back. He sat on the bed and passed them to her.

  “It’s just a couple of small things I found at the last minute at the supermarket.”

  She opened up the first bag and pulled out the box of chocolates.

  “How did you know that I’m a chocoholic?”

  “You looked the type to have vices.”

  “And let’s see what’s in this one.”