Noel's Best Xmas Ever - Chapter 1
by amy Mac for Ole Crannon
Posted - Nov 2021Warning: This story contains or may contain
descriptions of many explicit extreme and perverted sexual themes such as incest, pedo, bestiality and more. If
any of these will offend or upset you, please do not read this story.
The two bearded brothers sat side by side in massive armchairs facing a roaring fireplace. The one with the enormous white beard was dressed in red with white trim. He took a sip of his steaming cocoa and sighed deeply. He said, "Brother you just might have been right all those years ago. I do think the gosh darned inter-web thing will end me real soon. Almost no one believes in me any more. Yuppers, I think as Santa Claus, I'm almost finished. More people, even more little children, believe in you than they do in me."
His brother, dressed in black leather with some red trim, knocked back another shot and after sipping his beer said, "Hell, you can't say I didn't tell you so when we made that bet. Besides, I'm so damned busy, I look forward to having you come work for me. Hell will be warmer than here and you'll love fucking the succubus and other demon bitches. Shit you'll even get off on some of the damned souls. Ah, the things they'll do for just a wee bit of time off."
He continued, "Yeah, and the Hell Hounds beat the crap out of those dumb ass deer of yours. Even that little faggot one with the red nose. But you can bring them along. They just have to learn how to torture the damned. That'll be easy. Just trample them with those sharp hooves of theirs and fuck them with those horse sized dicks of theirs. But sure as my name is Satan Claws, those fairy elves of yours are on their own. Oh don't make that face. I'll get them work up here in kiddie porn. They'll do OK if they shave those beards."
Santa said, "Well, I do have one last chance. A sweet little girl still believes in me, and she made the nice list. I just have to keep her believing until she gets to thirteen years old, and stays on the nice list. That will give me another decade to turn things around."
Satan laughed and said, "Brother, you need to remember, we both get to go at her, and see who's present she picks - Santa Claus's or Satan's Claws. You best start looking for some warm weather clothes."
He ran his hand through his black goatee as he finished his beer and rose to leave. "Well, we'll know in a few days." He slapped his brother on the shoulder, resumed his normal Hellish appearance and walked out to where his Hellhound dog team was waiting. Then off to his domain they went, faster than any silly deer could ever go.
Noel lay in her bed. She should be asleep but she could hear her mother softly crying in the room next to hers. She didn't understand quite why her mom was so upset. A few weeks before, her Mommy and Daddy had been in a loud, very loud and very long argument. Noel tried not to hear them, but that was just impossible. They were actually shouting. Well, mainly her Mother was shouting. Noel didn't know a lot of the words they used, or what everything meant. But she knew there were a lot of bad words that she couldn't use.
It bothered Noel. What was 'faggot', or 'cock gobbling'? She knew that 'bastard' was a naughty word, but not what it meant. She really didn't understand when the words were put together. Mommy had called her father a 'cock gobbling faggot bastard'. As far as she could tell, her Mother had come home early and found her daddy with a man in their bedroom. Noel didn't understand. She had friends in her room quite often. Why couldn't Daddy have a friend in their room?
Then her mommy used REALLY bad words. She said, "Get your fucking ass out of here you gay homo prick. I never want to see your cum smeared face again. Our lawyers can talk. Thank God for cell phones with cameras. You're fucked and not just by your pretty boy friend."
Daddy did what she wanted and it was only a few minutes before she heard their front door open then slammed closed. Noel missed her daddy. He wasn't at work all the time like mommy was, and he made better lunches. Noel was 9 years old but would turn 10 the day after Christmas. If her birthday was after January 15, she'd be in the fourth grade, but she was in fifth grade. She hated her birthday. Not only did it make her one of the youngest and smallest kids in her class, it also meant she usually got 'combination' Christmas and Birthday presents. That really sucked! Oops, that was another word she wasn't supposed to use; she didn't know why.
This year, she'd get clothes. She needed them. She'd had a growth spurt. She was now 71 pounds and 4 feet 7 inches tall, and her dresses and skirts were too short. She'd even gotten an early Christmas present from her mommy, a beautiful red dress which she'd wear to the school Holiday Party tomorrow. It was just a half-day since it was Friday and Christmas was on Sunday so it was the beginning of a whole week away from school. Still her only hope for what she really wanted for Christmas was Santa Claus.
Noel forced herself to stop thinking and she just listened. Good. Mommy had stopped sobbing and that weird buzzing noise had started again. Whatever it was it seemed to make Mommy happy and go to sleep.
Now Noel had to go to sleep as it was a school night. She quietly eased out of bed and went to her open toy box. She got out the old toothbrush. She'd told her parents that she was keeping it for a dog when she FINALLY got one. Clean teeth are important for dogs just like they are for people. She was trying to convince them that she was 'sponsible' enough to take care of a doggie. Daddy seemed that he was OK with her getting a dog, but mommy was really against the idea. She didn't think Noel could take care of a dog and besides, they were smelly, had accidents, pooped and peed all over and shed hair all over her nice house. Now daddy was gone and Santa was her only hope.
Noel had discovered months ago, about when school started, that if she rubbed herself just right, with a washcloth in the bathtub, it made a good tingly feeling in her special place. Over the months since then she'd found out that she didn't need to be in the tub, and it didn't need to be a washcloth. Yeah, that old toothbrush was even better, and she could use it in bed. She lay back on her favorite stuffed animal, the very soft 'Poochie Pie', her only dog. She pulled up her nightgown and started rubbing herself with that old soft toothbrush. It wasn't long before she got that really nice tingly feeling and drifted off to sleep dreaming of her own real dog, with one arm wrapped around her stuffed dog and the other still holding the old brush between her slender legs.
When his brother Satan left, Santa went back to his family quarters. He thought briefly that he would rather have gone with his brother. Damn, a Succubus or even a damned soul sounded pretty good. He made the obligatory stop at his wife's room, to wish her a good night. He hated the fat old bitch, but she was part of the image he was forced to maintain. But crap, he should have been allowed an update. The ugly whore and he had separate rooms. Neither wanted to share a room with the other. That idea had been revolting and stomach churning for over a 1,000 years. He knew, and didn't care, that she fucked around with the elves, all really fucking faeries. He was sure they enjoyed servicing her the most when she came back from the stables, full of and covered in Reindeer cum. Comet, Cupid and Blitzen were her favorites. He'd watched her with them many times, but even that had gotten boring, as had watching the smallest Faeries crawl into her gapping twat to lick the bitch clean.
He almost felt sorry for the little fags. It was their duty to take care of him, his bitch wife, the reindeer, make or get the toys, and in general take care of this frigid Hell. They really used to do a good job making wooden and even simple metal and cloth toys. But with population growth, the industrial revolution and now electronic toys they had to steal most of the toys from places like Best Buy, Amazon and other mega retailers. Shocking how much of theft losses were really due to the very accomplished tiny faggot elves. Got to give them credit for that.
Santa left his bitch wife and went on to his own private bedchambers. Stopping only briefly to remind his personal bodyguards, the Yeti, or Abominable Snowmen, to keep his damn wife away from the Reindeer until after his Christmas ride. He just couldn't allow the horny fat ass to wear them out before the one night he really needed them. The response from the ten foot tall white creature was, 'ARGG Aghp Phptt Puktt Arr?' Oh well, they never had been able to speak any normal language, but they were fierce fighters, likely a match for his brother's Demons. Santa, of course, understood all forms of communication. He replied, "Yes, of course you can all fuck her, gangbang the whore. I don't care, just keep her away from the Reindeer. Maybe even go get her some moose to help her fill her nasty old twat."
As he continued and entered his bedchamber, he wished for once he'd really be alone. But sadly alone was really just a dream. He was never really alone. Damn Faeries were always around. Not even the Yeti using them as pocket pussies kept them away. Only his Brother kept them away when he visited. They were all scared shitless of Satan and his Hellhounds. They knew how quickly and painfully those hounds could end them. As he stepped into his rooms, he shed the fat jolly man image that he was forced to maintain and became the buff immortal that he really was. He was also immediately almost attacked by the tiny gay Faeries who started to help him disrobe, stroking his cock, by 'accident', whenever they could get away with it. Sadly that was all too often. In spite of himself Santa often became aroused by their actions. He also far too often closed his eyes and let the little cum eating sissies bring him to orgasm. Because of all the talk of sex with Succubi, female demons and the damned, he was horny enough that he covered three of them with a huge load. Hell was sounding better and better.
Satan's team of hellhounds pulled him through the gates of Hell and on to his palace. Of course the sign, 'Abandon all hope ye who enter here', meant nothing to him. That was only for the damned souls who lost arms, legs, dicks, heads and other body parts to the hounds as they pulled him through the crowd. Hell was getting very crowded. Soon he'd have to open a new wing, maybe a very cold one, when his brother joined him. His cold realm was almost empty.
As he entered his palace and his throne room, he was met as normal by two of his favorite Succubi. He didn't know their names. It was inconsequential; why bother with names. They greeted him in the normal way- massages that would make the most nasty human whores blush, and sex that ranged from the mundane to things that the most vile human porn writers couldn't even imagine. He dumped loads of his hot cum in places that were well known to places that people didn't even know about or believe possible. Lately he'd enjoyed cuming directly in what passed for various chambers of their hearts or other internal organs. The blond one actually had his cum pumping through her blood veins now. He knew because he'd ripped open her veins to see his cum pump out. The dark haired one immediately started sucking her cum blood. He found that interesting. Of course neither could really be hurt by his games, unless he wished it, and for now he didn't. He drank a huge goblet of an alcoholic's blood. Thousands of years ago he discovered that he could force a sinner to drink so much that their blood reached close to 190 proof. He loved doing that with self-righteous teetotalers.
As her cum blood was being sucked, the blond one said, "Oh, Great Lord of the Damned, we have a gift for you this eve. We hope you will enjoy her." With those words a minor demon brought forth what seemed to be a young girl. Satan approved. He loved children, but rarely had any under 13 or 15 years old. This one appeared like an innocent, far younger than that. 'Wonderful' he thought. She had a beautiful young face and body, looking for all the world like a pre-teen dream. Then he noticed the demonic horns on her slightly turned down head.
"Yo, slut. What's the deal with her horns? Be she a damned soul or a minor demon and how old is the tiny twat?"
The dark haired succubus stopped sucking the cum blood from the other, who's wound quickly healed. She said, "O Most Great and Powerful Lord of Darkness, she's an odd case which was just rediscovered. She was an Evil and most powerful Witch and one of your most valuable human servants when the religion of the cross was spreading in Europe. She sent many souls here, by tempting men, boys and not a few women or girls, into committing vile sins in return for her favors. Her favors always ended with their deaths in some quite amusing manners. She asked, and you granted her eternal youth, and beauty. When caught and burned as a witch she was very surprised that you kept your oath by making her an eternally young and beautiful 8 year old girl, albeit with the horns of a minor demon. We are told that she has been doing some fine torture of those who are here for raping and/or killing young children - a joke since that is what she was famous for. She's well past the real age of 1,000. I believe she was burnt to death in the year of the cross 1,150."
Satan said, "I recall now. Baba Yaga, isn't it?" The very young appearing minor demon raised her head a bit and nodded yes. Satan asked, "My dear cum sluts, do you think the Succubi ranks would be helped by one who looks like a pedophiles wet dream? I could even make her able to alter her age from infant to how she appears now."
The two cum covered Succubi answered in one voice. "Yes my Lord of All Sins of the Flesh."
Satan replied, "Well, it would be a promotion for her. Make it so, after I've played with my new toy for a few days. Send her to my chambers. She'll make a fine toilet tonight. Eating with my brother always backs me up. Oh, that reminds me. Send one of your legion to my brother. Just have her appear in his rooms tomorrow night, the night before he makes his famous ride. She should appear younger, and innocent, yet she must entice him in many ways. Oh, and she's free to eliminate any of his damn faggot elves that would interfere with her plans. I'll give him a night before the night before Christmas that will make him want to lose that old wager. I could use his help here."
Satan rose from his throne of living bones. He was very proud of this newer throne. It was made of the skulls and other bones of religious or political hypocrites who had preached against him and sin, yet committed those very sins without remorse. They could feel every agony, as his Hellhounds devoured their bones each night, digested them, and then shit them out. Then their bodies painfully resumed their earthly condition, briefly, before being skinned alive and reformed into his throne. Satan believed it was one of his better ideas. He could even speak to the skulls. If he wished it, they could actually converse.
Satan was followed by the very young looking Baba Yaga as he moved into his sleeping quarters. As he had expected he was constipated by all the sweets he'd eaten at his Brother's palace. But, with the goal of a promotion in her sharp mind, Baba performed wonders. She must have had her childish tongue up his ass for an hour or more, before he shit a log that seemed to be the size of a redwood tree. She ate every bite, until she began to look like a pregnant child. He finally gave her some assistance by letting his stream of near boiling urine help wash down the balance of his shit. Damn, he'd really done a good job with her. Even covered in shit and piss, she still looked young, innocent and beautiful. Yes, she'd be an asset to the Succubi. She would be able to turn almost any man into a pedophile. She might even turn some children into pedophile magnets, and add to the number of damned children he had here. Might even finally get those damn human laws against underage sex, incest, and sex with animals removed. Hell, his she-males and cross dressing fags had already gotten those laws removed. Badness, he yearned for the day that his dominion would include earth, not just draw from it, Hell on Earth finally a Reality! What a glorious thought.
Satan wished her clean, then fucked the old witch with a child's body until he tired of her. She was leaking his cum from every hole she had, pussy, ass, mouth, ears, nose, eyes, and he was certain she was sweating his cum as well. He thought that was a job well done as her told her to pleasure his Hellhounds for his viewing pleasure. She got off easy. He had only four of them in his chambers this night. As three of the massive dog like creatures made her airtight, and the fourth pissed on her head, he drifted off to sleep. He'd had a good day.
Noel woke, and was a bit surprised to find her arms between her legs, seemingly pushing the nose of Poochie Pie against her special place. Oh, Poochie was actually giving her that nice tingly feeling. Oh. Um. Wow, she'd only had that feeling at bedtime before, never in the morning.
She briefly wondered if a real dog or puppy could do the same thing, maybe even better than that old toothbrush or Poochie Pie. Pushing those thoughts and feelings aside, Noel got out of bed. It was Holiday party day and she'd get to wear her new red dress! As she got out of bed she was shocked to feel something pushing against her poopy hole, now how had that old toothbrush gotten there. It actually felt kind of good when she pulled it loose. She wondered why that was, as she put it back in her toy box. Then she made her bed. That was Mommy's rule. The last part of making her bed was kissing Poochie Pie on his nose and putting him on top of her pillow. Hmm, his nose tasted different today, a good different. Maybe he liked sleeping between her legs, guarding her special place.
Noel put on her old robe and crossed the hall to the bathroom. Mommy had her own bathroom attached to her bedroom. Noel could hear her in there so she was awake. Noel, who always took a bath at night, sat down to tinkle, then washed her hands and face, brushed her teeth and hair, then returned to her room. She put on her panties. They were red! The first time any of her panties hadn't been white. They matched the sleeveless red t-shirt that her Mother insisted she wear under the dress.
She didn't understand that. She didn't need it. A few of the girls in her class were starting to get bumps on their chests and were wearing 'training bras'. She wondered what they needed training for. It seemed silly. Still she wished she'd start getting boobies. She had noticed that her nipples seemed to be getting a little bigger, but not much. Her mommy's boobies were really big! When she hugged Noel, it sometimes felt like she was getting smothered. She always wore a bra. Noel had looked at one in the wash basket once, just one of the holding parts would be too big as a hat for her. She'd looked at the tag, but it didn't mean anything to her. She'd expected to see a small, medium or large, the way her clothes were marked. But mommy's bra said 40 DDD, which meant nothing to Noel, except it seemed like three D's must be real close to an F and Noel didn't think her Mother had ever failed anything. She was a very important attorney.
Noel put on her plain old white socks. A lot of girls would be wearing nylon stockings today. But her mother said she was too young. It wasn't fair. Mother had given the same reason for not letting her wear any makeup, or even just two inch high heeled shoes. mommy always wore nylons and really tall high heels and a lot of makeup.
Just then mommy knocked on her door, and said, "Are you up, snuggle bunny?" Noel, hated that mommy always called her that silly name.
"Yes, Mother. I'm awake and almost dressed, I just have to put on this dress."
Mommy said, "Good, I'll help," and she walked in the room. Mommy was so beautiful. She was tall, with blond hair like Noel's. She was fully dressed in a tight red dress, with some slanting black stripes. The dress was about four inches above her knees. Her stockings were black with some kind of design in them. Her shoes were mostly black but had red straps that went a little up her ankles, and they had red soles. Now Noel was young, but she'd watched enough TV to know that her mother was super sexy. Adult men that she worked with would have been more likely to call her Hot as Hell, Sex on a Stick or something like that, and that applied to Judges, which helped make her a very effective attorney. When she stood to approach a witness or the bench, most men even Judges forgot there was a trial or something going on.
"Oh my munchkin, you're growing up so fast, and you look so beautiful."
Yuck! Munchkin, another name that Noel hated being called. It made her think that she should be singing on a yellow brick road. "OK sweetie, let me help you into that dress, then I have a surprise for you. Lets go to my room. The mirrors are better in there." Noel followed her Mother and her dress to the master bedroom. When she got the dress on and looked in the mirrors, her mother just clasped her hands together and beamed. Noel did think she looked really nice in the dress, even maybe pretty.
Her Mother sat down at her makeup table and said, "Now the surprise. I decided that I might have been a little too strict. Would you like to wear a little lipstick today?"
"Oh Mother, yes. Thank you. Please!"
Her Mother picked up a lipstick tube, and said "Sadly you're too young for a bright red color that would match the dress, but I hope you like this shade. Now do as I say. Close your eyes and stand still." Noel was jumping inside, as she froze motionless with her eyes closed. She soon felt her mother hold her chin and felt what must be the lipstick running carefully around her mouth. Her mother told her to pucker her lips then open them with a popping sound. When Noel did that her mother said, "Perfect, but stay still." Then Noel felt almost a tickle on her lips. It felt like her Mother was putting something else on her lips with a small brush. Her Mother said, "This will keep the lipstick on as long as you don't kiss too many boys. And you darn well better not be doing any kissing yet! Now if you want to see how beautiful you are, turn around and face the big mirrors then open your eyes honey."
Noel didn't hate being called honey. She opened her eyes, and her lips just popped out at her. Wow, she really was pretty. "Oh thank you Mother, I love it!"
Her mother said, "It's a good shade for you with that dress, but I almost went with a different shade because of the horrid name they have for that shade of medium pink." When Noel asked what it was called, her mother hesitated before whispering, "It's called pedophile pink. Now no more questions. The car will be here to pick us up soon. Now go eat an Eggo quick. I'll just grab a latte and a muffin at the office."
In the limo on the way to school her mother's driver said, "Well lucky me. Today I have two gorgeous ladies to deliver, begging your pardon Counselor." Her Mother just smiled and nodded.
Noel tried to figure out what was wrong with that lipstick name. What was a pedofile? Maybe it was in the computer dictionary they had in every class room. The students couldn't do much on the computer. The boys tried and everything was blocked. But the teachers could use their fingerprints to look at everything. Getting her very own computer tablet was Noel's second most wanted thing for Christmas. Her mother hadn't said 'no' to that; she'd said that Santa and her might consider that, but a dog or any pet was an absolute no.
When they finally pulled up in front of her school, she grabbed her backpack and a wrapped Christmas gift for the random gift exchange. They had to be gifts under $20.00 and things that could be used by any student. That really meant they had to be pretty boring- no clothes, or toys. It would be silly if a boy got a doll, or a girl got a toy truck. Her Mother picked out what she called a suitable book, 'The Complete Adventures of The Borrowers'. Noel thought it looked interesting and it was really a set of five books. Her Mother wouldn't let her open to see much about it, but she got a gleam in her eye at Noel's interest. Noel fully expected to find that under their Christmas tree, day after tomorrow. She kissed her mother goodbye and the driver said, "Have a good day, Miss." Mommy just waved as she was already on her smart phone, as she usually was. She was always very busy.
When Noel walked into classroom and hung up her coat things felt different. She noticed that a lot of the boys were staring at her and so were a few of the girls. That made her feel pretty and gave her a little bit of that nice tingly feeling. During the day she noticed a few of the boys trying to look up her skirt. She kind of wished she could show off her pretty red panties. At lunch time and the little party after lunch, even more of the boys seemed to be looking at her. It felt weird, but a nice weird. They got out of school two hours early, but as expected the limo was waiting for her out front. She liked the driver. Marcus was a big black friendly man who had told her to call him Marcus but not when her mother was there. She could also ride in the front seat when it was just her and Marcus, and talk like real people.
She told Marcus about the boys looking at her today. He said, "Well, that's no surprise Ms. Noel. Until today they probably didn't know you had legs, let alone such nice legs. You best get used to boys looking at you, even some men. You're very cute and pretty now. When you're a bit older you might need a body guard to keep them away. Your mother, the Counselor, is one of the most beautiful women in New York. I reckon you'll be just as sexy as your mom one day, maybe even better looking than her." His words made Noelr feel really good and quite tingly.
Most people in the city lived in apartments, but she and her Mother lived in a separate town house. Marcus pulled up the limo and double- parked in front of it. As he started to get out, Noel said, "You don't need to walk me in. Consuelo will be there."
He replied, "Sorry Noel, but I won't bet my job on that. Since your mother found out about your father and gave him the well overdue boot, my orders are to go in with you and make sure Consuelo is there and your dad ain't."
Noel asked, "What did my Mommy find out about Daddy?"
Marcus said, "Not my place to say, and I'd consider it a favor if you forget I said anything. That could also cost me the best job I've ever had."
Noel just looked confused and said 'OK' as Marcus walked her into her house and spoke to Consuelo for a few minutes. Then he told her goodbye and wished her a very Merry Christmas. Noel did wonder why Marcus gave the pretty Consuelo a spank on her fanny as he left, and why that just made the young housekeeper giggle.
Consuelo had Noel's snack ready and after eating it, she just went to her room to play, watch TV or read. She didn't have any homework. Her Mother didn't get home until after seven, and then she ordered Chinese for them for dinner. Her mommy seemed a little sick and Consuelo stayed until their food was delivered. After dinner she sat with her mommy for a little while watching 'A Charlie Brown Christmas' on the big TV. Her mother worked on her laptop computer in the other big chair.
Mommy wasn't really working on her computer. She was surfing things she would never let Noel see. She was also thinking about her ride home this evening. It might have been the two drinks she'd had at the office Christmas party, or the simple fact that she was horny. Many of the associates and clericals as well as many of the male partners at the firm had gotten quite frisky at the office party. Not with her, of course; she was a Senior Partner and was called the Ice Queen behind her back. She also provided the most and highest billable hours for the firm. She didn't get drunk, of course, but even though she was a little tipsy she noticed all the couples sneaking off to various conference rooms, offices or even closets. That was to be expected with the younger associates and clericals, but she grimaced when she saw a married Junior Partner go off with a clerical who couldn't have been far out of High School. She made a mental note; he'd never make full partner. She, Doris White (she was so pleased that she'd kept her maiden name) would make very sure of that. The firm couldn't have even a Junior Partner who showed such a lack of good judgment.
She'd realized that it was time for her to leave as she had a daughter at home and tomorrow was Christmas Eve day. She said the politically correct 'Happy Holidays' to all as she left the festivities. She took the elevator down from the 35th floor and exited through the lobby, giving Holiday greetings to the doorman and a security guard who walked her outside. Of course her limo and her driver Marcus were waiting for her directly in front of the building.
Marcus was there at her side almost instantly. He took her arm as she was a bit wobbly, and guided her to the limo. He assisted her into the rear seat, and placed her laptop, briefcase and purse on the seat next to her. Damn, that man had strong arms. She bet he didn't suck cocks like her fucking soon to be X husband. Thankfully he hadn't passed any STDs to her. But then she'd always made him use a condom. She thought that one child was more than enough. But that man could really eat pussy, and never expected anything in return.
Well, she'd learned never to marry an unpublished author again. The Fag had never added a penny to their family. But he had provided her with a beautiful and intelligent daughter. She appreciated that while knowing that he'd never see their daughter again, if she had her way, and she WOULD have her way. She still couldn't believe she'd spent 11 years married to a penniless homo. How could she have missed all the signs? There must have been signs?
She heard Marcus say, "Are you alright Counselor, are you feeling sick?"
She replied, "Well, I believe I shouldn't have had that second drink. I'm just feeling a bit tipsy. Nothing serious but thank you for noticing and asking." She locked eyes with him via his rear view mirror, and smiled.
He'd been her personal driver for over 3 years, and she'd never had the slightest issue with his performance. Of course she'd had him and his background checked out six ways from Sunday before employing a man that would be responsible for her daughter and her so often. He looked like a rough, coarse man when you first saw him. He was almost 6 feet 4 inches tall and appeared to be solid muscle. She knew that he was a graduate of the University of Buffalo upstate, with a degree in Liberal Arts. He'd attended on a full football scholarship. He'd come back to the city to support his mother and two younger siblings after his father had been killed in a robbery. He'd tried professional boxing. That and the football accounted for some interesting scars. He quit boxing when he'd hurt another fighter, then he'd worked on the docks. When his brother and sister were older, the sister married and his brother was working towards a law degree at Columbia. She knew he was paying a good portion of that tuition. With her other two children now adults and out of the home, his mother moved to Florida to live with his aunt. Marcus stayed in the city to stay closer to his siblings.
He was a Mulatto, with a nice toffee colored skin. He was really an admirable man, and looking at him anew, quite an attractive man. She knew he rarely dated anyone and his free time was primarily devoted to working out and teaching a children's self defense class. He really was a good man and handsome. It was a shame that she was 44 to his 38. Ah she was much too old for him. That thought made her mentally slap herself. Oh, that was far too 'Lady Chatterley' an idea. Then to make things even worse, she noticed that she was stroking her own thigh, and her skirt was far up those thighs. She rarely slouched like she currently was sitting. She started to correct her posture, and decided it just wasn't worth the effort right now. Besides they were almost at her home.
When Marcus pulled up to her town house, he got out and dashed around to open the door and assist the Counselor. Once he opened the door, she started to get out. Marcus said, "Counselor, I believe you might wish to put your shoes back on before you get out." Doris felt herself blush. She hadn't realized they were off. She started to bend over and reach for them.
Marcus said, "Please allow me, Ma'am." He reached down and took an ankle in his hand as he put one shoe on her then the other. He couldn't help noticing how high her skirt was, clearly revealing her red semi transparent and somewhat wet panties. He almost lifted her out of the limo, propped her against it as he grabbed her laptop, briefcase and purse. She leaned against him all the way to the door and up the few steps. He rang the bell and waited for Consuelo. He asked, "Counselor, are you sure you and Noel will be alright once Consuelo leaves?"
Doris replied with a slight giggle, "Why Marcus, are you trying to spend the night here? Oh, and when we're alone, please start calling me Doris. It's much more appropriate if you want to spend the night." Now they both knew she wasn't just tipsy, she was drunk. Doris just blushed.
Marcus said, "Counselor, if you ever need me to spend the night I will. I would never want anything to happen to you or Ms. Noel. If you ask me to refer to you as Doris, sometime when you are feeling better, I'll try."
When Consuelo carefully answered the door, Marcus just moved his employer inside and helped her sit. Then he turned to Consuelo, pulled her aside, explained the situation and asked if she was able to stay until Mrs. White was more her normal self. He'd come back in the limo and drive her home when ever she called, regardless of the time. Consuelo took his arm and said, "Si Marcus, Llamare cuando este sobria."
Marcus said, "Thank you, hermosa." He was so glad he'd grown up in a mixed neighborhood with a lot of Spanish speakers. He drove to a nearby diner where he knew the limo would be secure and about 2 hours later he drove back and took Consuelo home. He insisted that she sit in the rear.
Before long it was time for Noel's bath then bed. One day closer to Christmas. When she said her prayers she also prayed to Santa for her very own doggie. As she lay in bed, she heard the buzzing from mommy's room start real soon and go on for a long time. When it finally stopped she got out the old toothbrush but, remembering how she woke up, she didn't use it to make her special place tingly. Instead she just used Poochie Pie's almost worn out nose. The fur there was shorter and all bristly and it felt better than the old toothbrush. Oooh yeah, way better. As she drifted off to sleep she did wonder how a real doggie would feel.
Continued in Chapter 2
This story was first published on White Productions member site.
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