by Gia Blue
Instinctively, he reached down and started to stroke his penis while watching the girls busy themselves with their daisy chain. I like this, Santa thought, I like this very much, as sticky pre cum leaked from the tip of his cock’s head.
Mrs. Claus popped back into the office to see how things were coming along. When she saw the girls writhing about on the floor, soft moans coming out of them, as they sucked, and licked each other’s pussies, Mrs. Claus thought back to how much she enjoyed eating out other girls back in her college days. Those dorm days of sexual freedom were quite a blast.
Mrs. Claus decided she needed to enjoy the fun too, and decided to join in at the end of the chain. Dropping her apron, then dress to the floor, she scooped it up and gently tossed it to the side. She lay her plump body down and buried her face in Sherry’s lonely little pussy. This caused Santa Claus to start moaning, as he continued to stroke his throbbing member.
Mrs. Claus opened Sherry’s pussy lips up and slid her nose and mouth in taking a deep breath, soaking in her aroma. Pulling her face back a little, she slid her face across Sherry’s wetness before busying herself with eating her sweet box. Sherry groaned with pleasure in response to this, and pushed her hips up tight into Mrs. Claus’s face.
“Santa,” Terri called out, “Why don’t you join us? You can squat down over me, and I’ll suck on your merry balls,” she giggled.
“What a brilliant idea,” Santa grinned. He stepped out of his pants and left them under the desk, and headed over to where Terri was waiting. He got down on his knees and spread his legs around her head letting his low hanging ball sack drop into her mouth. She loved teabagging, so when Santa lifted and lowered his sack in her mouth, she moaned while sucking. Closing her lips around his balls this time; she sucked harder, using her tongue to separate his balls in her mouth.
It got her hot having Santa’s balls in her mouth, and she reached up to stroke his cock with her hand. Santa gasped as his dick was being worked over, and he felt the jism building up. He knew he was going to cum soon, but decided he wanted to cum inside of his wife.
Santa told Terri how good it felt when she did that to him, and he was incredibly excited, but he wanted to now bury his cock deep in his wife’s twat. With audible moans, groans, glistening faces from pussy juices, Santa’s excitement was building at a record speed, and he knew he would have to hurry over to Mrs. Claus before losing his load too quickly.
Santa’s cock found Mrs. Claus’s pussy as he plowed hard into her, causing her face to push harder into Sherry’s box.
Santa laughed a jolly laugh and said they look like a train, him being the caboose. “Woot, woot,” he whistled, pretending to be a train. Pumping in and out of his wife’s honey hole, he gave out a loud, bellowing groan as his spew unloaded deep inside of his bride.
Santa collapsed and then encouraged the girls to cum loudly. “I want to hear you cumming girls, especially with your faces buried in one another. It will be hard to hear you since your faces are buried, so shout into your girl’s hootch as you’re cumming,” Santa encouraged.
Terri reached down and started playing with Mary’s nipples, pinching and twisting them, as Mary’s face was still buried deep into Terri’s pussy. Terri yelled out a loud, “Yes,” as she came. Mary sounded more like, “Mmm, dis feez good,” as her face was still in Terri. Sherry’s tongue was working Mary over good, and finally pulled her face out of Terri’s hole and yelled out an, “Ohhhhhhhhh,” and let her head rest on Terri’s thigh. Mrs. Claus was working over Sherry with her fingers and tongue and brought Sherry to the edge, and she let out muffled moans as Mary’s pussy was still on her face. She slid her head out from under Mary and was panting.
All the girls had orgasms, as well as Santa, and now it was Mrs. Claus’s turn.
“Oh Mrs. Claus, you need some special attention. Lay back and spread your legs,” Terri instructed.
Sherry and Mary each chose one of Mrs. Claus’s breasts to play with, pulling and tweaking her nipples as Terri busied herself spreading apart the pussy lips of Mrs. Claus. Terri took her fingers and ran them up and down the wet and glistening slit before her, slowly slipping and sliding her fingers in and out of jolly older woman.
It took but a moment for her body to respond. Her hips started to grind, her body begging for more. The girls at her tits were alternating between twisting and pinching her nipples with sucking them into their mouths, all wet and warm. Mrs. C let out a deep moan as the sensations grew from within. Terri pushed in more fingers, shoving 3 fingers deep into the hot cunt before her, fucking her with her hand. Finally, cresting over the top, she let out a final groan and came, her body jerking in a spasm, her hips rocking, and she squeezed her thighs tight together.
Breathing heavily, she thanked the girls for the lovely demonstration they had put on for Santa.
Now that Santa Claus understood that a chain of women “kissing each other in a special way”, was also called a “daisy chain”, he realized that the girls weren’t being a bad kind of naughty; they were just being the good kind of naughty that Mr. and Mrs. C both like. He decided he would need to fix the information on his data charts, and mark the girls as nice girls, and not naughty after all.
The group of five stood up and got dressed, Mrs. Claus headed back to the kitchen to finish baking cookies, but not before Santa smacked her bottom and grinned as she walked out the door. Mary, Sherry, and Terri put their little red dresses back on, and sang and danced back to their office. Santa Claus sat at his desk, playing back the images of what had just transpired in his office. He would need to put Mrs. Claus, Sherry, Terri, and Mary on the really, really, really good list this year!
Santa finally got back to his work of checking the naughty and nice list. What’s this? He blushed as he saw a big blinking naughty red light pointing right over the North Pole. Well, well, now, that’s the good kind of naughty that we like here.
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Sarah Gets Tied Up on the Way to Work – Eve Rivers
Sarah could still feel his cum between her legs. Bastard, she thought as it slowly trickled out of her. Her aging husband’s new boss, Mr. Wright, had recently blackmailed her, taking the young wife as his prize. He had just paid her a visit, forcing her to sleep with him. Forcing her to cheat on her husband Stephen. Mr. Wright had left immediately after he was done with her. Why do I still think of him as Mr. Wright? Sarah asked herself, not for the first time.
Even worse, he was going to make her to work for his company. Sarah’s new title was Office Slut, and her first shift began in a couple of hours. He had neglected to give her a coherent job description, but Sarah could guess what it involved. She swallowed hard, trying to imagine the horrible things they would do to her.
Her left hand clawed at the sheets of her bed as the orgasm took her. She immediately moved the right hand down from her clit, working three fingers into her wet hole. God yes, she panted as she furiously fucked herself with them. She felt full, but not as full as she had earlier.
When her new boss was on top of her.
Filling her with his cum.
Using her.
It was her third orgasm since he had left. The left hand finally flew from the sheets to her pussy as she once again began to rub her clit. She listened to the sound of her fingers going squelch, imagining it was another man on top of her. Maybe one of Mr. Wright’s friends, there for sloppy seconds. There he was in the background, goading the friend on, forcing her to obey.
Sarah came again, screaming obscenities at the ceiling of the bedroom. When the orgasm finally subsided, she withdrew her fingers. They were slick from her juices and his seed. She stared at the mixture in contemplation, remembering when he had made her swallow his
She slipped her fingers into her mouth and licked them clean. Bastard, she thought.
* * *
As Sarah slowly came out of her lusty fugue state, she finally noticed the time. Shit, she thought. If she did not hurry, she would be late for her new job. He specifically ordered me to not be late. The sadistic bastard would enjoy it if I was, she told herself. He’d use it as an excuse to hurt me again. Her pussy was still tingling from the constant string of orgasms she had just experienced.
No longer having time even for basic hygiene, Sarah did her best to clean up the mess between her legs with a towel. She straightened her bed, hoping against hope that her husband wouldn’t notice the mess she had left, or that she would have time tonight to change the sheets.
She had been told to dress in something befitting an office slut, and she did not want to disappoint. She dressed in the most skimpy clothes she could find. She wore a thin blouse, only clasping the center three buttons. Both her impressive cleavage and her flat midriff were suitably exposed, Sarah thought. She followed it up with a pair of extremely short, tight shorts that showed off her curves. She wore neither panties nor a bra; she had been told not to.
As Sarah made her way to her car, she blushed furiously. The neighbors can see me, she realized. They’re going to think that I am a whore. Sarah climbed into the car and pulled away, her mind racing. Shit, I’m going to be late. Shit shit shit. Sarah had only twenty minutes to get to the building, find a parking place, and make it to Mr. Wright’s office. There was no way that she could make it, Sarah knew, but she was determined to not be any later than she had to be. She stepped on the gas.
Sarah had been driving for some time when she realized that the shortcut wasn’t going to work. She had only made the trip to her husband’s workplace a few times since they moved here, and she thought she had found a faster way to the building. Alas, the dirt road she was following proved to not be a road, but rather a ridiculously long driveway. “Freaking Mapquest!” shouted Sarah as she slammed her smartphone down onto the driver’s side seat. This detour was going to cost her precious time, Sarah knew.
Sarah eyed the nearby buildings with suspicion and distaste. They were clearly occupied, but in poor repair. Three homes hid beneath the dense trees, sharing the same unpaved driveway. Sarah did not feel unsafe, but years of living in the city had made her rather snobbish. If I’m not careful, they’ll make me listen to their banjo symphony before they let me leave, she cynically thought to herself. She frantically spun the wheel to turn her car around as quickly as possible.
Sarah felt the world lurch. Now she was sliding down backwards, groaning at her own stupidity. That ditch pulled out in front of me, honest she imagined herself having to explain to Mr. Wright. I didn’t mean to miss work, please forgive me sir. Sarah groaned and got out of the car to assess the damage.
There was no way that she was going to get her car out by herself, Sarah knew. With a scream of frustration, Sarah slammed her foot down as hard as she could without breaking a heel. Her breasts recoiled from the shock, dancing around beneath their flimsy covering.
“This here’s private property, miss,” drawled a voice behind her.
Sarah spun around to face the man. Ugh, great, a backwoods person, Sarah thought. Skinny and wiry, the man had pale skin, a thinning head of red hair and a crooked smile. In short, he looked absolutely nothing like Mr. Wright, and Sarah hated him for that.
The man was wearing a white tank top that was covered in oil stains. His eyes were continually scanning between her exposed belly button and her chest. “I didn’t mean to get stuck,” Sarah said, managing a neutral tone. “Look, I’m in a huge hurry here. Is there any way you could help me get my car out of this ditch?”
“Might be that my truck could pull it out, if we chained them both to-gether,” he suggested in a drawl. He had decided what part of her he liked more, and he was now staring at her breasts full time.
“Great! That’s great. Let’s just go get the truck and do that then, shall we? I really am in a hurry,” Sarah said, a touch of panic rising in her voice. What is Mr. Wright going to do to me if I’m even more late?
“Trouble with that is that Missy, see, she’s my missus, Missy already took the truck out to take the young ones to the zoo.” He pronounced zoo with exceptional care, as if it were a foreign word he wanted to get perfect. “She’ll be gone for a few hours. We’re alone here,” he explained. I hate the country, Sarah thought as she rolled her eyes, her elitism more evident with each passing second.
Sarah swore. “Excuse me, I need to use my phone. I need to call a tow truck right away.” She turned to walk back to the car, planning to retrieve her discarded phone.
She felt an arm grab her by the shoulder.
“Nearest tow is over an hour away. Besides, this is private property. Don’t want no one skulking around,” he drawled. Sarah bit back a flash of rage. If this stupid bumpkin makes me even later than I already am, I swear to God... Sarah thought darkly to herself. She had no time for paranoid nonsense. Who objected to a tow truck on their property? “Please, I’m desperate. I really need to go, now. I can’t wait all day,” she said, her annoyance finally seeping into her voice.
“Desperate, huh? Well, as long as the missus is gone, could be that I can give you a ride,” he said.
Sarah turned back around and looked at him. His hand dropped from her shoulder and onto her breast, flicking at her nipple through the thin blouse.
There’s no helping it. If I’m late, he’ll think I balked. He’ll fire Stephen and sue us both, Sarah thought as she sighed. “Yes, desperate. What do you want?” she asked, her thoughts focused solely on how to get to work as quickly as possible
Without answering he began to unbutton her blouse. His mouth enveloped a nipple and he began to suck hungrily. His hand went up and he squeezed at her free breast. Oh, Sarah thought. Mr. Wright’s never sucked my nipples like that before, and God knows Stephen wouldn’t even know where to begin. The new sensation was turning Sarah on, despite her rush. He continued to suckle her for several minutes before Sarah, aware of every passing second, could pull herself back. She had to do this quickly.
Sarah looked the man over once again. She could see an obvious bulge in his pants, and she knew that he wasn’t going to let her get away with just some fondling. She sank to her knees in front of him, making direct eye contact. Sarah had always heard men liked that. She caressed his bulge with one hand and her own breast with the other.
“What’s this? Do you have something for me, big guy?” Sarah asked in the deepest, most seductive voice she could manage. She gave his cock a squeeze before pressing her breasts against it. She raked her nipple, still wet from his mouth, across his tented pants.
In response to her question, the man untied his belt. It’s just a long piece of rope, Sarah noticed for the first time. She stifled a laugh. He wiggled his hips, causing his pants to quickly fall down. He was not wearing underwear.
He was hard, of course. Sarah had only ever been with two men before, so her experience with penis size was limited. He was much larger than her husband, but smaller than Mr. Wright. His balls were huge, much larger than the other men she had known.
Looking into his eyes again, she lied. “Oh God, you’re huge! I hope I can take it all,” she said before taking the tip past her lips. After the brutal initiation Mr. Wright had given her with his monster cock, she knew that she would have no problems servicing this man. She licked at the head, tasting the precum oozing out of it. It tastes different, she thought.
As Sarah slipped his manhood further into her mouth, she felt like something was missing. It wasn’t until she had taken him most of the way, when her chin touched his large balls, that she realized what it was. Mr. Wright held my head the first time I did this, she realized. She missed the feeling of helplessness it gave her, the knowledge that he could overpower her at any time and take whatever he wanted. The fact that he had done exactly that, when he had first taken her throat. He was more merciful the second time, but Sarah realized now that had been his choice. She missed the sensation of her hair being pulled, the heat of his palms radiating against her head.
She continued to work her way up and down his flesh, feeling his prick jerk and shiver with each new thrust. Soon, Sarah thought as the man began to grunt. She pulled her head back and once again made eye contact. “That’s it baby, give it to me! I want your cum!” she growled before shoving her mouth back down onto his cock. She sucked as hard as she could, determined to bring him off sooner rather than later. I’m so late, Sarah thought as she pleasured the man.
Soon she could feel his cock stiffening, his breath hastening. Almost there, she thought, just before he pushed her head away. “That sure was nice. Missy won’t even go near me there with her mouth. Says it ain’t natural. I thank you kindly for the appetizer,” he said with a smile. “But I want some of the main course. This way,” he said. Ah, fuck, she thought.
The man walked over to an incredibly old, beat up car and gestured for her to follow. She began to crawl over towards him, stopping herself after a moment. What the hell am I doing? she asked herself. This guy isn’t Mr. Wright. He isn’t even fit to polish Mr. Wright’s shoes. She stood up and walked over, her breasts swaying as she walked. Her blouse was still open, but Sarah did not care. Whatever gets him off faster, she told herself. Let him enjoy the view.
When she arrived at the vehicle, the man stepped behind her and asked for her hands. Sarah complied, annoyed at the slowdown. He was almost coming, damn it. She could feel something being wrapped around her wrists, being tightened around them. Sarah tried to take her hands back, but found she could not. They were securely restrained together, behind her back.
What the hell? Sarah twisted around, looking over her shoulder. Shit, she thought. He had used his belt to tie her up. Never trust a man who wears rope, Sarah mused.
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