Crispin
Content Advisory: m/f intercourse, masturbation, frank/coarse language
The wind outside howled, rattling the windows in their casings with its ferocity. Snow slanted down in a torrential deluge to cover the frostbitten terrain. The morning shift would be lucky to make it in. If they did – they’d be shovelling out the walkway and entrance for most of the day before they even got inside to work. The footprints from the departing staff were already obscured from view courtesy of the mid-summer storm. Thirty minutes and all traces of their presence outside were gone.
Lovely. If his relief didn’t make it in Crispin would have to stay on shift until another elf arrived. Then he’d be forced to stay in the staff room to avoid being late for work. He’d also be stuck in the building with the woman who lusted after him like a child stalking a lollipop.
Cris shuddered and glanced dispassionately out his office window. The sign post at the end of the yard advertising the location of ‘The Offices of Naughty and Nice’ barely discernable through the gusts of windswept snow. Summer in the North Pole sucked.
Turning his gaze back to the bank of monitors, Cris flipped through the Naughty List offenders until he found the one he wanted.
Anna Krystle. Offense: wanton masturbation. A long list of elves followed suit. None had been able to ‘cure’ the woman of her addiction to self-pleasuring. Crispin didn’t see touching a body like hers as anything that needed curing. In fact, he shared her addiction wholeheartedly.
The cuckoo clock in the other room called out ten p.m. and, right on time, Anna wandered into view.
Luscious curves, plump breasts, lithe legs and dark hair curling down to the contour of the most amazing ass he’d ever seen. Would she start off this evening with vibrators, fingers, or his personal favorite – her curved glass dildo? Didn’t really matter. Watching Anna masturbate was a thing of beauty.
When he’d first discovered her six months ago the delicious little woman had been writhing on her bed. Breasts thrust in the air, her back arched as she vigorously worked a thick purple vibrator in and out of her glistening pussy with one hand while the other rubbed and slapped at her clit. Never had he set eyes on something so erotic, sexy and naughty.
A wide grin spread over his lips as Anna bent, pert ass pointed straight at the hidden camera, to retrieve something from the chest at the end of her bed. Crispin’s grin widened further, the little minx’ dusky pink nether lips glistened with moisture.
Freeing his raging erection from the tight confines of his jeans, Cris slowly stroked the eight inches of hardened flesh. Thankfully, being on the night shift afforded him the privacy to jerk off without worry of a co-worker walking in at the wrong moment. Nothing ruined a good handjob more than the idea of Petra staring him down. Rumors abounded that she was able to suck the chrome off a bumper, but Petra wasn’t getting anywhere near Crispin if he could avoid her. Luckily, she and Gregory had left half an hour ago. No interruptions tonight.
Cris shook his head and focused on the screen. Anna sat on the end of her bed, feet propped wide on her toy chest. He groaned, hand tightening over his cock as he got a look at the toy she’d chosen. Dual ended, clear and ridged – the surgical grade glass dildo. Yee-frickin-haw. It was going to be a damn fine night after all.
Watching her work the curved glass between the swollen lips of her sex was a visual feast he was incapable of ignoring. He turned up the sound; the sweet auditory candy of her moans caressed his ears as they floated out from the surround sound system. The boys in accounting had balked at the expense, but Crispin had fought hard for the speakers. Nothing conveyed Anna’s sultry sighs, guttural groans and muted moans like the collection of subwoofers, tweeters and other speakers spread throughout the room.
“Come on, baby,” he coaxed. Cris leaned back in his chair, thighs splayed wide as he worked his right hand in a tight twist up and down the length of his engorged cock. The other hand pressed one digit against the pucker of his ass.
Anna cried out, the gush of her first orgasm riveting Cris’ attention to the screen. “Yes,” she groaned. “Mmm, yes.”
She didn’t stop, she never did. One orgasm wasn’t enough for his dirty little Anna. School teacher by day, she turned into his personal porn star by night and he loved it.
Cris stroked harder, faster as Anna drilled the dildo into her pussy and went for number two. She’d switched from sitting on the edge of the bed to sprawling across the coverlet. Her rounded hips rose and fell with each push of the glass rod between thighs spread wide. Wide enough Crispin was sure he’d fit perfectly between them were the elves not forbidden to visit the humans they oversaw.
Sure, he’d watched her from a distance. Lurking in her favorite bookstore, sipping a drink at her usual watering hole – he’d done all of those, but never, ever had he spoken to or approached the petite brunette. The forbidden fruits were always the sweetest and Cris ached to sample the juice from the sexy morsel on his screen. Just once he wanted to slide inside of her, bury up to his balls and nail her until she came again and again.
He could almost taste the musky sweetness of her on his tongue; feel the slippery heat of her slit as it slid up and down on him. She’d squeeze tight around his dick, he just knew – had dreamed of her every morning when he drifted to sleep.
“Fuck, Anna,” he groaned as lightning raced along his spine. His cock jerked, straining toward the woman crying out a second orgasm on the monitors.
Crispin made the decision without giving the consequences much thought. He’d pay later, but in this very moment all he wanted or cared about was getting to Anna.
Painful though it was, he zipped himself back into his jeans and took off down the hall toward the one room kept off limits except in case of dire emergency. Crispin smirked as he pushed the door open and stepped onto the glowing neon blue surface of the transportation module. Later, he promised himself, he’d claim to have gone with a ‘cure’ for her naughty masturbation problem. Sure, his supervisor would check the recording to make sure Cris told the truth. Too bad he’d forgotten to push ‘Record’ on Anna’s feed before the shift had started. Oops.
He punched in Anna’s coordinates, followed by his security code and gave his shoulders an anticipatory shake. “I’m coming, baby,” he whispered and punched the launch button. “I’m so fucking coming for you.”
Seeing her in person, the lust and arousal perfuming her bedroom was even better than Crispin could ever have imagined. The high tech monitors totally failed to do the rosy flush of her flesh any kind of justice. Her skin held the light blush of a peach drenched in rich cream.
Anna stretched out and panting was a thing of exquisite beauty. Her cries had escalated from the usual husky moans to a wordless keening – a plea he intended to answer so thoroughly she’d walk funny for days.
Crispin stepped out of the darkness, pushed the soggy towel at her feet aside and knelt between them. Never had he seen anything more beautiful than the woman sprawled out beneath him. The tangles of her hair framed a dark halo around Anna’s head, her chest heaved and the heavy globes of her tits bobbled with each shuddering inhale.
Unable to resist, he slid a finger down between the valley of her breasts. A fine golden shimmer of magic marked his passage along her skin. Anna’s eyes flew open, the green orbs fixating on him as she stilled. Recognition flared instantly. “I know you,” she panted. “Bookstore guy. How did you get in here?”
“Crispin,” he confirmed. A gentle flare of magic pushed from his fingertips as he traced her contours. She hadn’t panicked at his presence, yet. Things were looking up for him.“As for the rest? Let’s just say I have a way of getting into places that you wouldn’t believe if I told you the specifics.” He leaned in and kissed her hungrily, “I’ve been watching you and couldn’t resist any longer. I need you, Anna.”
A slow inviting grin spread over her lips. Anna reached down between them, freeing his erection from the confines of Cris’ pants before he registered what she was doing. Warmth closed around him, her hand stroking the turgid length of flesh from root to the crimson mushroom head.
“I know, Cris,” she smirked. “I’ve been waiting for you.” Her fingers squeeze, twisting as they covered the tip of his shaft and slid back down. “I’ve been watching you too, waiting for the day you’d come on to me.”
Cris cursed, his cock bucking with the news that she wanted him just as badly. “So worth it. You’re so worth it.”
Disengaging from her hand, Cris shucked his jeans. His t-shirt followed the pants to the floor before he crawled back between her thighs, pushing Anna further up onto the bed. He draped her knees over his arms, locked his mouth to hers in a fiery kiss and pushed into the slick heat of her pussy with one firm shove. Balls tight against her ass, Cris held still, savouring the ripple of her muscles as she adjusted to the size of him. Fuck, she gripped him tighter than he imagined.
“Cris,” she cried out. Her hips bucked, trying to get him to move but he held firm. If he only ever got to do this once, he was damned well going to enjoy every second.
“Just. A. Sec.” he groaned.
She gave him half a heartbeat before bucking her hips against him. “Now, Cris.”
Her sexy demand broke his concentration. Crispin reared back and drove in hard. He pulled out to the head and slammed home with each heavy thrust. Anna moaned with his retreat and pleaded for more, harder, faster when he pushed in through the tight clench of her core.
Crispin couldn’t get enough. His tongue tasted the column of Anna’s throat, lapped at the sharp angle of her collar bones.
“Yes,” she gasped between moans. “Yes, Cris.”
Crispin groaned, jaw clenched as she squeezed tight and came around him. The ripples of her orgasm pulled him in, milking his shaft with each contraction, but he wasn’t done yet – not by a long shot.
Adjusting his grip on her legs, Cris rolled until Anna straddled him. Her hands came to rest on his pectorals and he hissed when the sharp nails on her fingertips punched into his skin as she rocked her hips to test the angle.
Anna leaned back, seating herself fully on his cock. Slowly, she lifted and Crispin watched, mesmerised as the length of his dick – glistening with her juices – sank back into her inch by rock hard inch. It was the most erotic thing he’d ever seen, and he’d seen plenty. They didn’t call it ‘The Naughty List’ for nothing.
Crispin let her take the lead for a moment but the slow, sensual rocking quickly drove him insane. He grasped her hips, held Anna steady and plunged up into her with wild, wanton abandon.
The tingle at the base of his spine came all too soon. Cris stifled a groan, slowed his pace but it was too late. Heat blasted through his, scorching away any thought of holding back. Grasping Anna’s hips tightly, Cris jackhammered into her. Burrowing deep he spilled the most intense orgasm of his life as she clenched around him one more time, milking every last drop he had to give.
Regaining his senses a moment later, he grinned lazily at the sight of Anna draped over the front of him completely dishevelled, and utterly satisfied. He rolled to the side, gently depositing her on the bed beside him.
“Don’t go,” she protested. “That was amazing.” Her hands grasped at him, pulling him back against her. “Please. Stay?”
“I’ll stay for a little bit,” he agreed despite the growing sense of dread in the pit of his stomach. “Until you fall asleep and then I have to go.”
Pinks, oranges and violets streaked the sky by the time Anna finally fell asleep sated and happy. Cris slid from between the sheets, still warm from their last round of slap and tickle. Stretching, he picked up his clothes and put them on quietly before retrieving the small remote from his jeans pocket.
Cris pressed the pad of his thumb into the scanning device, closed his eyes and relaxed as the transportation module took him back to the office he’d left hours earlier. The warm, sex scented cozy feeling of Anna’s room gave way to the chilly, sugar plum perfumed air of the transport room. Wait, sugar plums? No fucking way.
Slowly, Cris eyes and cursed. Petra stood behind the console, hands on her hips and a knowing smirk on her lips.
“What are you doing here?” he demanded. Crispin stepped off the platform and brushed passed her on his way back to the office. “Day shift doesn’t start until seven.”
“I know,” she replied from directly on his tail. “As bad as the storm was, I figured it would be smart to come in early. I never expected to find the control room empty, the launch room open and the monitors playing ‘Crispin Gets Laid’ for anyone to see.”
“What?” Cris spun just outside the office doorway and faced her. He replayed the evening over in his mind and groaned as realization set in. In his hurry to get to Anna, he’d forgotten to turn off the monitor on her room or flip to another offender’s channel. “How much did you see?”
“Enough,” Petra smirked. She stepped in close, a slim finger trailing down the middle of his chest. “The question is – what are you going to give me in exchange for my silence? I can’t hide where you went but I can keep my mouth shut about what I saw.”
He’d worked hard to get on the Naughty List night shift. It had taken years to get out of the toy room and into the sweetest job in the North Pole. No way would he let Petra, the snotty little bitch, take it away from him.
“Fine,” he ground out. “Name your price.”
Petra smirked, giving him a once over before speaking. “You. I want everything you gave her.”
Crispin looked her over. Honey blonde hair, ice blue eyes in a heart shaped face. Small tits, a tiny waist and a set of hips made to be gripped tight while he fucked her fifty ways from Sunday. Could he do it? Yeah. Did he want to? No.
“I’m going to regret this, but okay,” he sighed. “Name the time and place. I’ll come.”
Her laugh grated on his nerves as she blew him a kiss and walked away.
“Oh, you will and you’d better make damned sure I do, Crispin. You’ll never see your darling Anna again if you don’t.”
“Fuck.”
Crispin marched into the office and threw himself into the chair he spent every night in while he surveyed his charges. No matter what Petra demanded of him, or what other consequences befell him – the hours he’d spent with Anna were worth all of it. He refused to regret a moment spent between her thighs. His only hope was she’d understand why he had left the short note explaining that she would never see him again.
~*~
Tune in July 20th for Part Two of The Lists.
Tune in July 20th for Part Two of The Lists.
Danielle Gavan
Paranormal and Erotic Romance Author
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