Naughty Can Be Nice: Reckless Desires

All year long, I prove that being naughty can be nice.

I just hope Santa will see it that way too. That whole list of naughty people who get nothing clearly doesn’t account for women like me who know that naughty can be nice … a long as it means obey. And I obey better than anyone. I’m a good girl and last night, with my dom wearing a Santa coat and red boxers, I reminded him how much he likes naughtiness.

He sat down in an ornate chair, his coat open over his chest and looked at me, all dressed up in green lingerie. “Have you been naughty this year?” I grinned and swayed back and forth while pushing my tits out. “Naughty can be nice.”

“I don’t know. If you’re nice you get a reward, but if you’re naughty … you get a punishment,” he warned, showing a thick black belt. “So you’ll have to prove it.” I sunk down to my knees and crawled to Santa, swaying my ass side to side. I knew he liked the view when he tightened his hold on his belt. When I got closer, he spread his legs, proving that naughty can be nice, even in Santa’s book. He watched me so hungrily as I sat on my heels and leaned back, spreading my legs to show him the crotchless panties.

“Take off your top,” he ordered.

“That would be very naughty, Santa. So can naughty be nice?” I ask.

“We’re going to find out. Prove you can be a good girl and take it off,” he ordered. I undid my top in the back and set it to the side before pushing my breasts together. I pinched my nipples, spread my fingers over my perfect tits and licked my lips as I watched him get harder. Naughty can be nice and I was going to prove it, the way I proved to the last one I’ll spend it how I want.

“Touch your pussy and show me how wet you are for Santa,” he ordered. I moaned and slid one of my hands down my bare belly and spread my pussy lips so he could see plenty. I rubbed my clit with a few soft strokes as I moaned. Naughty can be nice, even more than nice. It can be very good. Sliding two fingers into my pussy, I curled them deep, letting out a loud moan. I knew disobeying would be bad and Santa’s order had to be followed. I slid my fingers out of my wet pussy and held them up for Santa to prove that naughty can be nice.

“Suck those wet fingers and taste yourself before you taste me,” Santa ordered.

I moaned and sucked my fingers, licking and moaning as I focused on Santa, waiting for his next command. Naughty can be nice, as long as it means obeying. I freed my fingers from my lips and Santa pushed down his boxers, letting his hard cock spring free. “So you can be a good girl. Now you have to prove that naughty can be nice,” he ordered as his cock twitched. “Convince me to fuck you and I’ll agree.”

I moved closer and slid my lips around his cock. Then I licked as I sucked him deep, until the head of his cock hit the back of my throat. I kept working my mouth around him, panting and gulping every inch of him down into my throat. Even when I gagged and drooled, I refused to stop, so determined to please him, so determined to be his good girl. Being naughty can be nice and every moan that left his throat proved that Santa knew it too.

“Good girl,” he praised. “Keep going. I might believe that naughty can be nice.”

I moaned around his cock and took him deeper. Even when my eyes watered, I didn’t stop. If my Santa wanted to use my throat, he would get to enjoy it all until he agreed that naughty can be nice.

“Fuck,” he hissed. I popped off him and almost told him that word is naughty, but Santa jerked me onto his lap and thrusted into me hard and deep. I moaned and arched back. Naughty can be nice, so nice. It can be ecstasy. “You proved your point, good girl. Naughty can be nice and Santa’s dick is your present, so use it. Show me how you earned it,” he growled.

I rode his cock happily. I bounced and swirled my hips, making sure that this was a lesson Santa would never forget. Naughty can be nice and I wanted him to remember exactly how much he liked my naughtiness. So I gave him everything he loved as he sucked my nipples and gripped my ass, moving my just like he needed. I wasn’t sure if I rode him for hours or minutes, but suddenly he lifted me, put me on my knees in front of him, then came on my face.

I licked up every drop I could and grinned. “Naughty is very, very nice.”

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