It was nearly Christmas, and Jane thought
that having no money to buy gifts was a real joy killer. It didn't help that
her son, Zack, was leaving for his dad's house and wouldn't return until New
Year's Eve.
She didn't have a lot to look forward to, and
tried not to think about the remainder of the year. Spending the last part of
December alone and working at the library in her spare time just plain sucked.
She was a lusty woman, but fighting off her lecherous boss was always a real
bummer.
"There goes my new hobby," she
complained, watching Zack pack away the game system with the enchanted
controller. Now she'd have to wait until after Christmas to get any sexual
gratification. "Did you ever get Damien's game back from your
friend?" she asked, looking at the man's framed photo on her nightstand.
Zack grabbed his suitcase and headed out the
door, frowning back at his mom. "Why do you keep calling it that? It's
weird. You act like he's a real person, mom."
Jane couldn't tell him, because the answer
was simply that the man in question had screwed her senseless about a week ago.
Hed used his cyborg enhanced body to bring her to extreme orgasms and shed
used her natural curves on him, and now she couldn't get him off her mind.
After Zack drove away, she got out their
Christmas decorations. There were still a few hours of daylight left and Jane
hoped to get the front of the house done as she dragged the ladder through the
deep snow then grabbed the big plastic Santa.
She climbed up onto the treacherous roof, making
her way to the chimney. For once, she was actually missing Zack's dad, because
this had always been his job. Usually she didn't miss him at all, because the
jerk hadn't given her one orgasm during their entire marriage.
When she made it to the chimney, the snow on
the sloped roof was up to the top of her winter boots. The arctic wind blasted
her, diligently trying to knock her off the roof to her death.
Jane slammed the plastic Santa down and used
a strand of lights to sloppily tie him to the chimney. She smiled, picturing
the exact opposite in her head. "Oh, God. I'm truly demented, thinking
about Santa tying me to a chimney," she muttered, already knowing that her
dirty mind knew no bounds.
The Santa flickered briefly, and Jane let go
of the chimney in surprise, because the darn thing wasn't plugged in yet.
"What the heck?" she said, looking for the end of the cable, just to
be sure. Confirming it was unplugged, she hesitated then slapped Santa's
plastic face a few times, but it remained unlit. Feeling incredibly creeped
out, she tossed the cord toward the ladder and turned to make her way down.
As she took her first step, it felt like
she'd been pushed and she screamed, falling forward into a tumbling roll down
the steep roof. Her horny and way too brief life flashed before her eyes as she
went over the edge. When she landed flat on her back in a huge drift, the wind
was knocked out of her and she squeezed her eyes closed as she assessed the
damage.
A burly arm reached into the drift, catching
her hand and hauling her free easily. The leather of the fur mitten was rough
on her palm as she opened her eyes. Her helper was a tall man, well over six
feet and built like a rugby player. Ice blue eyes glinted from under a fur
lined hat of burgundy leather, matching his sleeveless jerkin perfectly.
Up
you get, Jane, he commented, no
harm done. I'm Nick. A grin blazed from his thick blond beard, the hair so
pale it was nearly as white as his teeth. Work to be done though, come inside and keep
me company until I'm free?
He turned and gestured at a long, low, Nordic
style hall made of whole tree trunks and garlanded with fresh holly and
mistletoe. The roof, what could be seen of it under the snow, was thatched with
deep green fir branches and a lantern burnt cheerily over the wide door. Nick
stepped into its shelter, kicking the snow from his heavy leather boots as he
impatiently waited for Jane to move.
The man was perfectly gorgeous but Jane had
no idea where he'd come from. "Hi, Nick. Thank you for helping me. Your
house looks really warm and welcoming, but where'd it come from?
She looked around in confusion, turning to
take in the winter wonderland. There wasn't another house in sight, not even
her own. It looked like there'd been a blizzard, because huge drifts of snow
were everywhere.
Jane squinted against the glare. "Um,
where's my house? And, how do you know my name? Wait, I'm dreaming,
right?"
I
know everyone's name, he laughed, a deep rumbling sound filled with good humor.
You mean you can't guess where we are? He
slapped her full rear before passing over a steaming mug of hot chocolate, Drink up. There's a decent amount of brandy
in it.
He lifted a huge wooden tankard, draining it
in one hearty swig then headed inside to work on a sleigh in the centre of the
room. The orange glow of the braziers lit the ancient carvings on the wood
frame, making them appear to move in the flickering light. Nick secured a huge
leather sack in place behind the seat then fitted a harness studded with gold
rivets and hung with dissonant bells. Eight empty loops dangled from the long
shaft that ran down the centre of the harness, ready for the sleigh pullers. He
hung a reindeer skin from each one, bundled up around some hard objects before
he was finished.
Jane followed him in and closed the heavy
door behind her, sipping the delicious chocolate. As he prepared his sleigh,
she couldn't take her eyes off him. She was a huge fan of strong men with
bulging muscles, and he definitely fell into that category...and then some. Sex
was foremost in her mind, as usual, and she fought the urge to show him her
breasts.
As she took it all in, she realized that
somehow she was in the North Pole. That was ridiculous, but she decided to play
along because she desperately wanted to be pressed against his naked body.
Once finished, he turned back to Jane, his
grin even wider. Well?
Do I have an answer yet, and have you been naughty or nice? He winked as he
pulled her closer, both hands grabbing her ass hard, Or both?
A thrill of excitement rushed straight
between her legs and she tried to focus on what he'd just asked. "Oh, I've
been very good this year, Nick," she lied, noticing the 'Naughty' and
'Nice' scrolls glowing on the enormous table beside them.
Brushing aside the fact that her name just
might be near the top of the naughty list, she imagined him bending her over
the sturdy table. With those tree stumps for legs, it would definitely be a
good one for that. Heck, the thing probably wouldn't scoot at all if the big
guy rammed into her with all his strength.
Her arms went around his neck and she smiled
up at him. "That's a nice sturdy table you have there, Nick," she
said, giving it a bump with her hip and grinning when it went nowhere.
You
do know I've read the lists? the man teased between kisses. There's no malice in you though, and I don't
do puritanical beliefs. You're way up on the nice list. Let's make sure of it,
while you're here! He pulled a small present from his jerkin, passing it to
Jane then stepping back.
Revealed was a small doll, curvy and nude
apart from a set of minuscule harness that resembled the ones on the sleigh.
Nick winked at Jane and drew her attention to the fact that her own clothing
now matched the doll exactly, having shifted imperceptibly. The leather straps
encircled her breasts and forced them to stand even prouder than usual, a small
bell dangled by a loop of thread from each nipple, and the harness split in two
at her crotch to leave her fully exposed. The big man stepped closer, catching
her arms before she could move and securing them behind her back. Now then, how do you want to ask me for
another present? he chuckled, opening his trousers to reveal an intimidating
erection.
A thrill ran through her at the sight of him.
It wasn't just the size of his cock, it was the entire package. Nick was
completely ripped. Besides having orgasms, her favorite activity on the planet
was having a big, sexy man use her mouth for his pleasure. Clearly, Nick
qualified as both manly and sexy, and she couldnt wait to get a taste of him.
Jane knew exactly what to do, and the bells attached to her nipples jingled as
she leaned forward, bending at the waist to eagerly get her mouth closer,
smelling the musky aroma of his glistening precum. A big part of her enjoyment was
seeing what happened next, and she especially loved it when men got forceful
with her; and the way Nick held her arms behind her qualified perfectly.
Even so, she was a bit distracted by what she
was suddenly wearing. The tight harness pulled at her moist folds as she bent
over, and the leather dug into her skin harshly. However, the way it spread her
pussy open and exposed her clit was driving her crazy. She could hardly stand
it and wanted the use of one of her hands to get started on that amazing orgasm
that was just out of her reach.
As she admired his large cock that bounced
slightly in front of her mouth, she licked the drop of pre-cum from the tip
with a long, slow swipe of her tongue. The flavor was amazing, and it reminded
her of a frosted sugar cookie. Yum.
Youre delicious, she said, her eyes wide with surprise.
Should
be, the amount of cookies I eat, Nick joked, tugging her hands to pull her
forward suddenly. He thrust simultaneously, his cock sliding straight into her
throat as he began pumping. Get
my sack emptied first then I'll stuff your stockings and give you that orgasm
you're dripping for.
He drove into her firmly, long slow strokes
that gave her time to catch a quick breath at the end of each one. There's a good girl, keep sucking and you'll
get your treat. He smiled down at her, one hand moving to take a handful of
hair and help her balance during the movements.