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A Naughty Christmas Carol
By : Blacksheep
Category: Misc Books > Het
Views: 1038 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 1Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction based on a Christmas Carol by Charles Dickens. No profit is being made from this story. - Chapter List
Stave 5: The End of It
Yes! and the bedpost was his own. The bed was his own, the room was his own. Best and happiest of all, the Time before him was his own, to make amends in! And better still, he still had an erection!
"I will live in the Past, the Present, and the Future!’ Scrooge repeated, as he scrambled out of bed. ‘The Spirits of all Three shall strive within me. Oh Jacob Marley! Heaven, and the Christmas Time be praised for this. I say it on my knees, old Jacob, on my knees!"
"I don't know what to do!’ cried Scrooge, laughing and crying in the same breath; as he stroked his cock. It just wouldn't soften. "I don't think it ever wants to be at rest again! It's been so long...so long since it last saw any use...well now, I must use it!"
He dressed himself all in his best, and at last got out into the streets.
The people were by this time pouring forth, as he had seen them with the Ghost of Christmas Present; and walking with his hands behind him, Scrooge regarded every one with a delighted smile. He looked so irresistibly pleasant, in a word, that three or four good-humoured fellows said, "Good morning, sir. A merry Christmas to you." And Scrooge said often afterwards, that of all the blithe sounds he had ever heard, those were the blithest in his ears.
"Good morning to you too, Mr Scrooge!" several ladies said and he noted their gazes fix on the very impressive bulge in his breeches.
In the afternoon he turned his steps towards his nephew's house.
He passed the door a dozen times, before he had the courage to go up and knock. But he made a dash, and did it:"Is your master at home, my dear?" said Scrooge to the girl. Nice girl. Very. Very fuckable.
"Yes, sir," her eyes widened as she noticed the outline of his cock.
"Where is he, my love?" said Scrooge.
"He's in the dining-room, sir, along with mistress. I'll show you upstairs, if you please."
"Thank you, but first, perhaps you and I could spend a little time alone?"
The servant girl bit her lip as Scrooge unfastened the buttons on his breeches and gave her a glimpse at what lurked within. Bored and ignored by most men, here something too good for the girl to refuse.
"Good Heavens. That's the best Christmas present I've ever received! What a beauty!"
Scrooge was better than his word. He did it all, and infinitely more; he offered Bob Cratchit a massive pay rise of five guineas, in return for fucking his wife. Mrs Cratchit got her Christmas turkey well and truly stuffed, no doubt about that. He fulfilled his niece's long-held father kink fantasies and ravished her over the piano stool several times. He bedded his cleaning lady and gave her a one guinea pay rise, which rose to two guineas, seeing as she gave excellent blowjobs.
He became as horny a lover, and as horny a man, as the horny old city knew, or any other horny old city, town, or borough, in the horny old world. He had no further intercourse with Spirits, but still hoped to get his hands on the Ghost of Christmas Present's tits one day.
God Bless Us Every One!
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