Holiday Spice & Everything Nice

by Conn, Claudy

  The sharp double rap at the door made Tasha jump. She had been lost in thought about how it would feel to have Santa go down on her, sucking on her with that fuzzy beard and moustache.

  “Come in,” she hollered, figuring it had to be the masseur as there was really no one else who would be bothering her right now. Erik was off with the crew at the wrap party, which was also the agency’s Christmas party so she was not expected to attend.

  “Just let me know when you are ready for me,” she tossed over her shoulder, purposely not looking but praying her instinct was right and Kirk was the masseur for the Chalet. With hands like that he ought to be, and it certainly seems he does a lot of the jobs around here.

  As she walked into the bathroom to change into one of the Chalet’s soft, white, fluffy robes she heard the massage table being unfolded and risked a glance over her shoulder. Holy Shit! The masseur was the damn Santa, suit and all!

  The image from her mind of his soft, warm mouth around her clit, the beard tickling her ass, flashed through her mind again. Oh well, it’s not Kirk but what the hell, this could prove way more interesting. She intended to have the full body massage offered in the brochure, and she was determined to get laid by someone around here tonight!

  "Ms. Kingsley, I am ready for you now," came the sensually gruff voice from the bedroom, sending a rush of electricity straight to Tasha's core. Oh shit! Can I really handle this?

  She stepped out of the bathroom wearing only the complimentary white Chalet robe, and pasted a smile on her face to disguise the hesitation she actually felt at having the Santa as her masseur. She still fully intended to follow through with the tactics she’d had to get to Kirk, but now the Santa stood in his place. Slightly intimidated by the strike on the ass he’d given her earlier, Tasha knew in her gut her idea could be ruined in an instant if she played it wrong with a guy like this. He had the assured upper hand, and they both knew it.

  Taking off the robe, Tasha lay face down on the massage table, totally naked. Goose bumps danced over her flesh already at the thoughts running through her mind.

  As his hands lightly touched the back of her neck, a moan slipped out of her throat. She was completely incapable of holding it back. His hands were rough, workman’s hands, yet soft in a way that made her just melt with the intense pleasure they left in their wake down her back.

  ***

  As Kirk worked his way down her back, he knew he was going to enjoy this. She was literally falling into his plan for her. Seeing her completely naked just before she positioned herself on the table had made him so hard his dick strained at the waistline of the Santa outfit. It was amazing the effect her perky, perfectly sized breasts, slender waist, and full hips had on him in that one instant as his gaze drifted over her from head to toe in mere seconds. It’d been a long while since any woman had been able to get him this hard without even trying. His gut told him he’d made the right choice when he decided to pursue her instead of the buxom blonde he’d been talking with earlier. The blonde wasn't really his type anyway.

  “Please, Ms. Kingsley, let me know if there are any areas you require additional concentration on as we go along, ma’am.” His voice came out gruff and low, laced with sexual intent as he prayed she didn't recognize his tenor from their earlier, short conversation. He moved his hands over her smooth backside as he spoke, thrilled at its tightness as his hands cupped both cheeks. As he rubbed her rounded bottom, parting the cheeks and catching a glimpse at the glistening, dark pink lips below, he licked his lips in anticipation.

  Hearing her moan and seeing the fresh moisture trickle over those plump lips was almost too much for him. “Your gluteus maximus seems to be slightly strained, ma’am. Perhaps from the long ride up the mountain on your way here. We will have to come back to it and relieve some of that pressure building there.”

  Kirk could almost taste her on his tongue already. Her scent permeated the room, sweet, yet spicy, making him dizzy with wanting her. This woman was wicked, he knew it, pure danger, but he intended to tame her one way or the other tonight. His hands moved down over her thighs, running lazy circles down and around her calves as she continued to moan and groan with his every touch. As he made his way to her feet, he smiled at the red painted toenails. Red was a very nice color on her, he determined. She was clearly a little vixen; a hot, bad ass, sexy woman any man would go for in a heartbeat.

  “Ma’am? Are you all right?” he questioned at her sudden pain-like groan.

  ***

  He was certainly not there to hurt her, and she wasn't in pain despite the deep groan, but she instinctively knew he'd choose to tease her a little further if he knew it was more pleasure than pain she received from his ministrations.

  “It’s…okay,” She panted out, her husky voice filled with the gratification of the small orgasm she had just had at his simple touch. Oh my god, this man has hands made for touching a woman.

  “Good to hear. We will go back to your posterior now, ma’am.”

  He had moved his hands back to the tight, pale globes of her derriere and worked the top of her backside to relieve the pressure he'd claimed he felt at the base of her spine earlier. She assumed he wanted to hear her moan like that again, and she was very close to obliging.

  He splayed his hands across her firm rear end and dipped his middle finger slightly into her crevice, down toward the pink folds of her pussy. She didn’t even flinch as it happened, simply accepted his finger between her labia with another small moan, knowing she offered him more encouragement.

  Oh, this is perfect! I don’t even have to try! He trailed his finger back up the cleft, spreading her cheeks slightly, then back down, pressing into her moistness. Tasha let another seductive sound slip from her lips, hoping to encourage him to continue his ministrations. Relaxing into the table, she let him take over the seduction that was obviously beginning, finding it interesting she’d not really had to do anything at all to make it happen as she had initially thought she would to enact her plan. It was all happening on its own and she couldn't be more thrilled.

  Oh, God! Tasha felt ready to explode as Santa slid his tongue in and out of her tight channel, plunging deep into her wetness, repeating the action several times and licking her juices as they flowed from her. His hand now cupping her mound from the front where he lifted her, he extended a finger to swipe her swollen, sensitive clit, and she bucked at the first touch, pushing upward into his waiting, willing mouth.

  She knew the moustache on the Santa suit was already saturated with her essence, and the beard tickled her ass as he moved his head back and forth, in and out with the motion of his tongue. This was almost exactly as she had imagined it would be.

  Santa licked and sucked her in a way she'd never had anyone perform oral sex before. In her fogged state of arousal, she vaguely wondered where he had learned his technique. Damn, this jolly man is so good!

  As she began to peak again, a much more intense orgasm then the last, Tasha cried out and pushed her backside higher to enable him deeper access. His other hand was still on her ass, spreading her cheeks, helping his tongue to reach her. As she began to peak, Tasha felt the thumb of that hand pushing gently on her rear entrance. The slight pressure, combined with his other finger tracing her clit, and his tongue now deeply embedded inside her, intensified her orgasm to a point where she had never been with oral sex before. It was absolutely incredible as it ripped through her, consuming her entire body in an electrified buzz.

  As the climax finally began to subside, the aftershocks dwindling, Tasha felt herself suddenly being flipped over onto her back. She looked up into lust darkened, intense blue eyes, apparent in their desire of the moment. She had no idea who this costumed man was, and right now she didn’t really care as long as he was going to continue what he had started. She needed to feel his cock inside her, filling her to capacity, fucking her.

  She watched through veiled lashes as he stripped off the shirt of the bulky costume, and the padding that went with
it, revealing a tanned, well-proportioned, muscled chest with a spattering of dark hair trailing down to a yet unseen area below his waistline. She burned fiercely with the desire to feel the long, thick member that lay between his wide hips at the end of that happy trail, buried deeply inside her.

  Grabbing for his pants, she became frustrated when he pulled away, refusing to allow her access to his cock yet.

  Clearly, he knew what she was after, and intended to make her wait, despite the bulging, throbbing feeling of intense pain his cock must have been causing him at the moment. He wanted her, yes, but she somehow knew he intended to tease and torture her, bring her to the point where she was ready to give anything to have him, before he gave in to his own lustful pleasure.

  His hands found her collarbone, caressing the shape; he slowly feathered his left one downward and encircled her right breast, pinching her nipple with enough force to cause a jolt of electricity to flow through her body straight to her throbbing clit.

  Arching her back, Tasha tried to position herself as close to his hand as possible. He was still giving her the massage, damn the man! She wanted more than a massage, and she wanted it now! He tortured her with his kneading of her firm, large breasts, tweaking her nipples with a little more force each time. Oh, this was heaven and hell at the same time!

  Santa leaned over her, taking her right breast into his mouth he suckled her, biting her nipple, causing shivers to ripple through her body with the building of her excitement once more. He manipulated every inch of her luscious curves, feathering his hand down her body and back up repeatedly, teasing her with the continued motions of his hands in the manner of massaging her. She was completely helpless beneath his hand, his mouth.

  Tasha gasped as, with one last, quick, gentle bite of her sensitive nipple, Santa picked her up and seemingly effortlessly carried her over to the bed. Placing her down upon the soft mattress, he rolled her onto her stomach and guided her into a position with her hands and knees on the bed, feet hanging over the side. Looking back over her shoulder, Tasha watched him finally remove the pants of the costume. His boxers followed the same speedy path down his firm thighs, quickly revealing his large, swollen member.

  She heard the sound of the foil package tear, waited a heartbeat as he fitted the latex down over his shaft, and then with a single stroke to his engorged cock, he placed his hardness at her entrance, swirled it twice to coat it in her wetness, and then entered her from behind, hard and fast. Tasha felt her wet channel take him in willingly. She had so needed to feel this: his hardness filling her completely, stretching her to full capacity all at once. It felt so damn good!

  He pulled from her, then, sliding out to the tip and leaving her clenching her muscles around the emptiness.

  Tasha whined, not wanting him to take away the feeling of his hot, hard cock.

  Santa groaned his response. "Don't stress it, Red," he growled out, and pushed his hardness back into her soaked, waiting core.

  Tasha felt his hand encircle her neck, the pull on her windpipe activating a shiver down her spine as it cut off her sharp intake of breath. As he pounded against her, his hips slapping against her ass with each deep thrust, she indulged in his hard, rough manner, hoping this Santa was going to find her naughty and punish her accordingly. Tasha liked her men to take all that she could give them and leave her satisfied, even if she were a little bruised at the end.

  “Fuck me, Santa!”

  ***

  This woman was so hot, so willing and wanton, it took all his effort not to release himself at that moment. Sliding out of her, he heard her whine and slammed back into her forcefully. The feel of her silky hair through his fingers as he'd grabbed her neck and applied a bit of pressure, pulling her to him, was delicious.

  Thriving on her words, Kirk took advantage of her position and grabbed her breast, squeezing it hard, pinching her nipple with forefinger and thumb. He felt her contraction around his cock and relished the thought that he had definitely chosen the right one tonight. She liked his dominant, rough nature; that was quite obvious. He had never harmed anyone, and didn’t intend to start, but he sure as hell was going to give this woman every ounce of his pent up sexual frustration, and if she enjoyed a little pain in the mix, all the better!

  Pulling from her, hearing her breathing fast and heavy, he flipped her onto her back. Taking her left pale globe in his hot mouth, biting her nipple hard enough to make her cry out, he again entered her in one swift thrust. He moved his mouth to her ear, nibbled the lobe, moved lower and bit her neck, letting her know his animal instincts had taken over and she was about to get the ride of her life.

  Pumping into her furiously, he raised her legs to his shoulders and pushed in as far as he could with each thrust.

  ***

  She panted, on the verge of exploding. “Take off the costume. Let me see who you are. I need to know.” She grabbed at it, pulling the beard a little to the side but not revealing his face.

  “No!” He smacked her hand away. “It’s better this way, for now. Just shut up and enjoy what I am about to do to you.”

  A bit shocked at his tone, but more interested in his promises, Tasha snapped her mouth closed and said nothing.

  She could feel his hard cock pulsing in her depths and knew he was near to bursting. The thought of it made her own orgasm build and spill forth.

  “Oh!…Santa! Yes!” Rocking her hips against him as he pounded against her, Tasha squirted as she came, the volume and fierceness of her orgasm making her back arch. It felt so damn good to finally have found someone who could do it for her so well!

  His cock was rock hard as he slid from her. She shook her head, trying to tell him no, unable to speak yet as the waves of the orgasm still rocked through her body.

  “No worries, my pet,” he said, “I am not done with you yet.”

  Securing her knees over his shoulders, he again bent and lifted her to his mouth. Sucking hard on her throbbing clit, he stroked his cock, rubbing it along her back, her soft, supple skin and the lubrication from her body allowing him to slide along easily.

  Moving his tongue down to her ass, he licked the little brown pucker, chuckling at the way she jerked when he turned his head to the side and lightly sunk his teeth into her ass cheek. He dipped his tongue inside her tight, warm hole, making her shiver. She knew she could ask, beg for him to take her there, but decided to leave that to another time.

  His hands cupped her ass, lowering her down as he brought the tip of his hard cock back to the outer edge of her labia. Then, grasping his dick in his hand, he used his hardness to smack her swollen, throbbing clit, and she squealed as the action brought her back to the edge once more.

  “Santa!” Tasha was more than ready for him. She needed him to fill her, take her, brand her. “Yes, Santa, fuck me, now, please! I can't take any more,” she begged, knowing it was what he wanted to hear.

  The head of his cock pushed in, breaching her tightly clenched channel, and then out, slowly repeating the movement and gradually making her open her legs wider, allowing him to penetrate her deeper with each slow, careful thrust.

  Tasha bucked against his cock, her pussy again drenching him with her juices as she came so hard it bordered on pain-like. She could not stop her multiple climax, nor did she want to.

  As her breathing returned to normal, and his was abating as well, Tasha again asked, “Who are you?

  His cock softening now, he slipped from her and fell to the bed, gently pulling her down to rest on her side. He pulled the blankets over them both as he spooned her from behind, his now flaccid cock warm against her back, his hand cupping her breast.

  “Does it really matter?”

  “Yes, to me it does. I can’t just fuck a stranger, you know," Tasha joked. "I'm kinda hoping there might be a repeat performance later if I know where to find you.

  He sighed and took the beard from his chin.

  Her eyes widened as she realized who it was. “You!” Tasha yelled, “The damne
d desk clerk! I should have known!”

  A grin spread across her features, and she reveled in the satisfaction of her eventful evening resulting in a plan culminating so effortlessly, and her shameful dreams of seducing both men becoming unnecessary as she realized they were one in the same. Tasha relaxed into his tight hold, snuggling into his chest, pushing her ass backward into his groin. She giggled, knowing her efforts were having the desired effect when she felt him begin to swell once more. Her desire to continue this amazing evening had pretty much just been confirmed, which was just fine with her.

  “I just fucked Santa. Does that make me naughty or nice?” Tasha flashed a smile at him over her shoulder.

  “Well, my little minx, we shall just have to verify that list twice to be sure.”

  It took a few minutes and a call for room service before they were ready for a second round. As he licked strawberry juice from Tasha’s nipple, he started making plans for the morning, the next afternoon, the next day. It included enough time to indulge as they did now, but added dinner, champagne, hot tubs, and sightseeing.

  “What are you thinking?” she wondered aloud, tracing a crease across his brow.

  “About all the marvelous things I plan to do with you.”

  “Mmm, do share.”

  He did just that, outlining a loose itinerary.

  ***

  Tasha was taken aback by the mundane, the romantic, and the sexual mix of events Kirk described over the next hour. There wasn’t one item on his list that she could object to, rather a problem with the whole. She frowned and bit her bottom lip.

  Her manuscript was due in ten days, and it wasn’t even half finished, and that first half was shit.

  “No? We could—”

  Fuck it. “It sounds perfect. Where do we start?”

  “Right here.” Pushing the tray to the floor in a clatter, he pulled her across his lap, his hardness pressing against her stomach. Her pussy clenched at the thought of him taking her again. Would he last longer this time? How long could she last? So many questions swirled their way through her mind, each one turning her on more at the mental visions.