Page 8 of Christmas D*ck

“I’m…well…aware,” I grunted.

After shoving what seemed like a mile of dick into me, he paused.

Instead of wallowing in the weirdness of being fucked while Kaci steadied me from falling, I decided to embrace it.

Satisfied that I had more cock inside my vaginal canal than I ever had in the past – or would in the future – I drew a preparatory breath, glanced over my right shoulder, and prepared for his reaction to what I was about to say.

“Are you going to stand there with your thumb in your ass, or are you going to fuck me?” I asked.

It was all the invitation he needed.

He chuckled a dry laugh and shook the red felt coat from his shoulders. As it fell in a pile behind him, he reached for my hips. The tips of his tattooed fingers sank deep into my flesh.

Then, he commenced to fuck me like a drunken tattooed Santa should.

I met Kaci’s innocent gaze with a bug-eyed stare.

“Show. Me. Your. Tits,” I breathed, spitting out one word with each stroke of his massive cock.

My request could have been a grave mistake. With me being her boss, and she my subordinate, a lawsuit could have followed. Before I could retract my request – or apologize – she plopped one of her tanned tits from the cleavage of her dress.

As Santa pounded himself into me from behind, Kaci steadied me. The force of him fucking me shook her, and in turn, caused her massive twenty-four-year-old tit to sway back and forth. I watched in wonder as the flesh jiggled in her hand.

According to the countless men who’d fondled them, I had incredible tits. Kaci was ten years younger than me, but my tits – even at twenty-four – couldn’t have held a candle to hers. They were a full D-cup, tan, and perfectly shaped. I’d never been with another girl, and wasn’t sure I was interested in crossing that bridge, but seeing her rolling her nipple between her thumb and forefinger was turning me on like nothing I could imagine.

I decided to take it a step further. If nothing else, I could blame my actions on the alcohol we’d consumed.

“Finger yourself,” I whispered.

A worried look washed over her, but it didn’t last long. We gazed at each other for a silent moment, and then she released me.

I braced my hands against my knees and watched as she peeled off her skin-tight black dress. Unlike me, she looked much better naked than clothed. Seeing her thick hips, narrow waist, and full breasts would be a sensual pleasure for anyone. With her eyes locked on mine, she pushed her panties down her thighs, slowly. I watched in awe as she unclasped her bra and tossed it into the pile of clothes at her side.

Now standing before me completely naked, she twisted her hips back and forth nervously. She was in sexual agony, that much was clear. While I considered the what-if’s and why-not’s of being with another woman, Santa pulled his thick shaft from my folds, turned me to face him, and then barked out his next Christmas party command.

“Bend over and open your mouth,” he said, his tone demanding, yet calm.

I preferred getting on my knees to suck a man’s dick, and couldn’t think of one reason I’d want to go about it in such and awkward fashion. Before I could offer an alternate dick-sucking position, he shifted his eyes beyond me and gave further instructions to Kaci.

“Hey, Blondie,” he said. “You’re going to suck her pussy while she’s sucking my cock."

“Okay,” I heard her squeak.

Well, there’s a first time for everything.