He pulls me close and groans and I can feel his hard cock pressing against me. I’m not sure what’s possessing me right now, but when he pushes my top down and my breasts spring free, I love it. He takes one in his mouth and I moan loudly and wriggle on his lap as he sucks my nipple and then bites it softly.
He pulls me roughly toward him and kisses me like a demented Romeo and growls, “Take off my shirt.”
My fingers shake as I do as he asks, not quite believing what is happening right now. His body is chiseled and hard and I dip my head and run my tongue all over his chest, tasting a sheen of sweat that glistens on my tongue. He smells of man and danger, and I am loving what is happening right now because tequila and sex go together like Christmas and Santa.
He shifts and pushes me back against his desk and lifts me so I am on the edge. Then he rips off my skirt and growls as he reveals my red, white edged fluffy thong and dips his head and takes a long, luxurious sniff. I should feel extremely embarrassed right now, but I am so turned on nothing matters but getting my fill of him. I’m like an out of control nymphomaniac and I don’t care. I’m living on the edge - literally and surely everyone’s allowed to experience moments like this once in their life. I may never get the chance again, and this could be my only hot memory to take into old age with me.
He rips off my thong with a low growl and runs his tongue against my clit, and I shiver with a passion I never normally feel. He sucks on it causing me to scream “Fuck, that’s so good.”
He lowers me back onto the desk until I am naked with only my hold ups left in place. Then he sucks and licks me until I lose my mind and then reaches inside his drawer and I hear the tear of plastic as he rolls a condom onto his hard length. Then he spreads my legs and says lustfully, “You still ok with this, honey?”
Suddenly, I feel a little shy and yet I know I’m at the point of no return, so I nod vigorously and moan, “Yes, oh god, yes.”
He presses the tip of his cock against my opening and I feel him hard and ready as he groans and runs his hands across my breasts and tweaks my nipples, causing me to gasp with a mixture of pleasure and pain.
I love the way he smiles wickedly as he thrusts inside, causing me to moan as he stretches my walls and forces his way into my body.
He groans, “Fuck you’re tight, so fucking perfect.”
I love hearing him speak and wrap my legs around his waist and pull him in deeper. This is so hot, so naughty and such a bad idea, but I am so far gone I’ll deal with the repercussions in the morning. He thrusts backward and forward hard and fast and I feel the desk against my back. Being fucked by the boss is something I never saw coming, but as he does just that, I swear I see heaven and then scream as the waves of ecstasy ripple through my body that has almost forgotten what a man feels like.
I am so hot, so turned on and so in lust with this beautiful man who is holding me close against his chest. His breathing is hard and labored, and the slick sheen of our sweat glues us together.
His heart is beating against mine and he whispers, “That was so good.” To my surprise, he kisses and bites my neck and then pulls out, wrapping his condom in a tissue and flings it into the wastebin under his desk.
He doesn’t appear in a hurry to let me go either and just lifts me in his arms and carries me to the couch in the corner of his office, where he lays me down and then lies on top of me, staring into my eyes. It should unnerve me, but it doesn’t. It just feels right, so I run my fingers through his hair and smile. “That was amazing.”
He nods and whispers, “Fancy going again?”
I can’t stop smiling and just nod, feeling my body spring back into life as it anticipates more pleasure heading its way.
He kisses my mouth softly and this time it’s slower, as if he intends on taking his time and my heart does flutter this time. What a way to spend Christmas Eve, this is the best Christmas ever.
4
Oliver
I don’t want to let her go. What just happened wasn’t sex, it was a mind-blowing experience, made all the more special because this woman is a goddess. She is everything I have ever wanted, my type, my perfect image of a woman, and I am so not done with her yet.
Her body matches mine perfectly and if I’m allowed one gift to myself this Christmas, it’s making the most of this opportunity because God only knows when I’ll get another one.
So, I take it slower this time. I savor every taste of this woman as I kiss every part of her body and she shivers with desire under me. Her moans of pleasure fill me with happiness because I appear to want her happiness more than mine.
Reaching down, I use two fingers and feel how wet she is and slip them inside, loving the way she pushes down to meet me. She gasps, “Oh god,” and I laugh softly as I curl them against her G spot and love the way she screams in ecstasy. “Oh fuck, don’t stop, that’s it, just there, ohhh...”
Her moans excite me and I pump harder as she rides my fingers and trembles underneath me.
As soon as I pull them out, she is up and pushing me away before saying huskily, “Sit back.”
I do as she says, and she falls to her knees and dips her head low in my lap. I feel her soft lips suck me in and my cock is rock hard as she sucks me, licks me and teases the tip with her tongue, groaning as I throb against it. She is so good at this and I thrust into her mouth, loving the way her teeth graze against my skin and then I fist her hair and hold her head in place as she eats my cock with practiced skill.
Before I can even gather my thoughts, she growls, “Condom.”
Reaching over, I rummage in the drawer by the couch and grab another and tear the paper off with my teeth before handing it to her.
She gently rolls it down on my cock, before shifting to my lap and lowering her pussy onto my rock-hard cock. It feels like paradise as I slide into her wet juices and feel the tight walls of a woman who was obviously crafted by fallen angels, and I groan as she rides my cock like the professional she is. It feels so good I wonder if she’ll make it a regular thing. A service call, once or twice a week, it would be worth every dollar for the pleasure.
She gasps as she pumps me hard, and I watch in total adoration as her plump breasts move up and down. There are no surgical enhancements in those beauties and reaching out, I grab on tight and bury my face between them.
The only sound in the room is the wet juices of her pussy meeting the slap of my balls as she does a different kind of dance, and as she screams loudly, I roar like a lion as I shoot my seed against the protective barrier.
Before she can pull away, I fist her hair and drag her head down and kiss her lips, tasting the purest pleasure. This isn’t sex it’s an epiphany and I’m still not done.
Three more times we enjoy a mind-blowing night of sex, and I think we fall into an exhausted sleep sometime in the early hours. Luckily, I have a blanket that I drape over us and we curl up on the couch and fall into a deeply satisfying sleep.
5
Carla
Oddly when I wake, my first thought is that I really should get new pillows because my face is pushed against something hard and not very comfortable. Before I can even process that information, I groan as my head thumps like a builder using his drill. The pain ties up my memories and as I open my eyes and blink, I’m surprised to find I never made it home last night.
The ache in my head is also strangely mirrored by one lower down and I wonder if the brain sends signals to other parts of your body that come out in sympathy.
The most disturbing thing of all, though, is that I appear to be naked and face planted into a man’s crotch.
Wondering if I’m still dreaming, I blink and shift up a little and focus on god’s gift to women, sleeping peacefully on a couch with his arm wrapped around me. My heart joins my head in thumping now as I see something so amazing, I want to capture the image for posterity. Mr. Steele, my elusive boss and surely God’s finest masterpiece, is sleeping with a soft smile on his face, naked as the day he was born.
Allowing my eyes to travel the length of him, I’m impressed by what I see. Hard, toned, chiseled abs, lead down to a cock that gave me more pleasure than I can ever remember experiencing in my life before. A handsome face that is cast in a rough shadow of stubble is impossibly beautiful. Light brown hair that’s slightly spiky on top, frames a perfect face and long lashes that should be illegal on a guy, hide his eyes that looked at me with so much lust last night.
Realizing I’m naked and fucked my boss several times last night, pulls me back into the room and I feel my heart pounding in horror at what I’ve done. This is a disaster. I’m going to have to look for another job. I’ve seen the boss naked and worse than that, he’s seen me. Just thinking about what he did to me last night causes me to break out in a sweat. How can I carry on working here? Maybe in disguise, that’s it, I’ll dye my hair, buy a wig, become a transgender, anything to escape the fact I fucked my boss and let him come in my mouth.
Carefully, I ease away from him, praying that somehow, he’s comatose and I have enough time to get the hell out of here.
My heart thumps like it’s wielding an ax inside me, punishing me for being such a whore. What possessed me? I’ve never done anything like that before, and I did it several times with him. Ok, it was the best sex of my life but still—he’s my boss, what was I thinking?
Deciding it would be better to crawl, that way he wouldn’t wake up and notice me, I inch on all fours toward what looks like my costume in a crumpled heap on the floor. If I can just make it through the next five minutes, he may never know I was here at all. That’s it, I’ll pretend it must have been a double, a doppelganger if he ever looks my way and questions me on my principles.
As my hand closes around the netting of my skirt, I hear a slow amused drawl, “That’s a fine view to wake up to.”
Realizing my ass is on full display, I squeak a little and drag the skirt toward me, holding it in front of me as I turn around and say awkwardly, “Oh, um, sorry, I’ll get out of your way.”
“He shrugs and rakes his fingers through his hair and I swear my traitorous body is interested in more sugar.
He groans and looks at the clock on his wall. “Did I sleep that long? Happy Christmas by the way.”
I can’t tear my eyes from his rather large erection as he points it in my direction and smirks. “I don’t suppose…”
“No, um, definitely not, I must be going. I’m sorry, I’ll get out of your hair.”
Frantically, I grab my skirt and look around wildly for the rest of what passes as clothes and see them draped like the sexiest decorations all around his office. My cheeks burn as red as my shoes, as I struggle to remember when I was overpowered by the whore in me.
He stands and struts toward me, unashamed of his nakedness, and crouches before me, lifting my chin toward his face. “I enjoyed last night, thank you.”
I swallow hard because this man is a powerful weapon against women’s morals everywhere. He is looking at me as if he wants to eat me alive, and I am sorely tempted to lay myself out on a platter for him.
He leans down and kisses my lips softly and I swear I shiver as the desire hits me.
Then he says huskily, “I’m sure my brother has already settled the check, but how about we come to a different kind of arrangement, say twice a week for starters? Name your price, honey, I’ll pay whatever you ask.”
What the!
I stare at him in total disbelief. He thinks I’m a…
Out of nowhere, my hand connects with his face in a resounding blow and his head snaps to the side under the force of it. I don’t hang around to play nurse either, as I shout, “You fucking bastard, how dare you.”
“But…”
I don’t wait for his excuses and grab my clothes in my arms and stomp toward his office door, as I use the rage inside me to power my limbs out of here. Fucking bastard, what does he think I am?
I almost make it to the door handle before I am pulled roughly back and spun into his hard body. His arms wrap around me and my breasts are once again pressed against that infernally hard chest.
“Stop.”
His voice is firm and there is no room for negotiation in it as he says firmly, “I’m sorry if I offended you, but I thought that’s what this was. My Christmas gram usually sent by my brother. Are you telling me I’ve got this wrong, that you don’t offer your services for money?”
I struggle to get away and he holds on hard and I soon realize I’m going nowhere anytime soon.
He thinks I’m a…
I feel so mortified I am quite glad he can’t see my face because this is the most embarrassing moment of my life.
Out of nowhere, a sob finds its way out and he says in a softer voice, “Come and sit down, we need to sort this mess out.”
He grabs the blanket from the couch and wraps it tenderly around my body and pulls me next to him. The fact he’s still naked is a serious distraction, and the way he is stroking my hair feels nice and makes me lower my guard a little.
“Now, who are you if you’re not a Christmas gram?”
“The office idiot.”
I sniff and he stiffens as the penny drops. “You work here—for me?”
I can hear the horror in his voice and I feel as low as a person can surely ever get.
I just nod and sniff as he stiffens beside me. “But, how, why…”
“It was a dare. Someone at the party dared me to give you a lap dance. It seems a little crazy now I think about it.”
“Crazy, are you fucking serious? You came here and offered yourself up on a platter for a dare, are you insane?”
“I think I must be.”
Pulling away, I look down at the carpet and say in a small voice, “I’m sorry, I’ll go, it should never have happened and I’m ashamed of myself. Just so you know, it’s completely out of character. I, um, well, I haven’t really had sex for a while and I suppose my body sort of took over. Anyway, no excuses, I’ll leave.”
Quickly, I grab my things and make my way to the door. This time I make it through and as I run down the same corridor I danced along last night, the tears of humiliation stream down my face and I couldn’t feel cheaper if I stood in Times Square and offered sex for free. I’m a disgrace, a total slut and so unemployed next year.
6
Oliver
My employee, what the fuck, this is bad, so bad I can’t even switch to damage control mode. Shit, I fucked the staff - several times. She’s even got a fucking photo of us. Spying her phone still on my desk, I sink back against the couch in relief. At least I can delete that before it goes viral. I can’t believe what happened. I thought she was my present from my brother; how did I get this so wrong?
My phone rings and I see the man himself is calling and I groan as I answer it, “Hi.”
“Merry Christmas, Oliver, sorry your gift never made it in time.”
My heart sinks. “It’s fine.”
“No, really, she called to say she had to bail, the weather was preventing her getting anywhere near, she said if the snow clears, she can do you on Boxing day, same time, same place.”
“It’s fine, maybe next year.”
I feel like the biggest bastard in the world as my misunderstanding bites and then his words hit home.
“What snow?”
“Fucking hell, Oliver, don’t you look up from your computer for one second? The biggest shitting snow storm to ever hit New York rolled in last night. It’s lockdown. No one can get in or out. I hope you made it home otherwise it’s going to be a bleak Christmas for you holed up in your ivory tower.”
Quickly, I head to the window and look down and all I can see is white everywhere. It appears that New York is covered in snow, and if I wasn’t so shocked, I would be impressed. A white Christmas, who saw this one coming?
Realizing I’m still naked, I grab my clothes and say quickly, “Sorry, I’ve got to go, I’ll call you later.”
I cut the call and quickly dress, before gr
abbing the fairy’s phone and heading after her. I have to stop her, she’ll never make it home alive in that costume, in this weather.
She doesn’t even have her phone and I feel responsible for her.
It feels a little eerie as I race through the empty corridors that are usually bustling with workers by now. The fact it snowed in the night casts a strange light to shine through the windows. It’s like peace has descended where usually there’s traffic noise and loud voices struggling to be heard. Peace on earth this Christmas, and if I wasn’t so worried about a certain fairy, I would take a moment to enjoy it.
Taking the elevator, I wonder where she could be right now. Proctor and Steele have an impressive set of offices in an expensive district. Set up by my grandfather many years ago, it’s only gone from strength to strength, which is why I am determined not to be the one to fail the business. I feel like a failure now though when I think about the tears of the beautiful woman who gave me the best Christmas Eve ever. But how was I to know?
I make the decision to head down to reception, at least she can’t get past me if I wait there. She could be anywhere right now, and it could take me all day to find her if she doesn’t want to be found.
Even security has left the building, which reminds me what a tight bastard I am because I wouldn’t step up the extra wages to employ someone to work on Christmas day. At least the alarm wasn’t set. Often, I’m the last one out and responsible for protecting the building against unwelcome visitors, although one look at the weather outside tells me that’s as unlikely as Santa appearing with his sack of gifts.
The snow must be at least five-foot-deep outside and I stare in amazement as it lies against the doors and windows as an effective security deterrent.
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