Secret Santa [Part 3]
However in my excitement, I had knock..
Published: December 29th 2021, 4:31:35 am
Secret Santa [Part 3]
However in my excitement, I had knocked your blindfold off. Panicking, I grabbed the ribbon I had stowed away on your table and tied a ramshackle ribbon loosely around my neck, it wasn't pretty but it'd do. You squinted against the dark, eyes fixing itself back to take in your surroundings. You were glad you were still in your office and wasn't dragged of to somewhere discreet, and as you scanned the place, your eyes finally fell on me.
The moonlight shining behind me basked me in all my nudity, highlighting and shadowing some of my features in both a sensual and pure way. I let you drink the sight in, letting the image stamp itself into your memory.
"Merry Christmas again boss"
As our eyes met, something changed. I noticed that something snapped between your eyes and before I could say anything else I felt hands seizing my face and something hitting the back of my throat. Flailing my arms in surprise, you didn't seem keen on moving anytime soon. I choked seconds later, tears streaming down my own face as it had done yours minutes earlier. I couldn't breathe, snot and spittle started streaming out of me.
It was then that you removed your cock from my throat and I could finally gain air. But just as I was about to suck a lungful in, I felt myself being dragged by the hair. I felt my way around, wondering where you were dragging me till I felt some familiar fabric; it was the wardrobe I had hid in. Pinning myself against the wardrobe, your key fit it's way into my lock and my soul felt like it was about to leave my body.
Without a care, you pumped yourself into me and I lost my mind. Hands grabbing anywhere for support, I wrapped them around then clothes rack as you fucked me like a dog, truly. My mind breaking, I screamed in pleasure, hanging on for dear life. Yes, more, I thought as a hand found its way around my throat. Ahh such karma, do unto others what you'd do unto yourself. Whatever he had been going through earlier was being reflected onto me, and I loved every second of it.
You pulled me towards your chest continuously slamming away as you stepped away from the wardrobe. I was to occupied by the pleasure to notice your next destination, till I felt the air leave me once more as you slammed me against the desk.
You never once removed yourself, but somehow it seemed like you were hammering me with more vigor. I screamed my delight, primal and raw against this onslaught. My head hung off the desk, but with the snot and spittle from earlier, I could barely see a thing. But my sight wasn't a concern, this rough treatment I was going through, I didn't want it to end.
Suddenly, you extracted yourself out with a wonderful schlop and I begged for you immediately. Please, please please put it back in, the thought running through my mind. I barely wiped my face to see me facing your rod. Oh how you make me world upside down, both figuratively and literally as you carried me once more.
Huffing me against the glass, I faced the world. The thought of anyone looking at us committing something so lewd made me wet all over again, yet it felt like forever as I felt you hand pin my head against the glass. Who imagined I would enjoy being manhandled this badly?
"Hurry the fuck uaah-?!"
Oh he definitely stuck it in, but not where I imagined. I clawed and banged against the glass, hot tears streaming down my face as pain shot through my brain. My ass felt like it was on fire, yet you held firmly on.
It was some time before I calmed down, and I looked at you, reflecting utter shock.
"Angelle oh my god!"
You finally recovered and wanted to remove yourself out. Fearing the pain, I gripped your butt signalling you to wait. How karmic and ironic, that my desired came round to bite me in the ass. Steeling yourself, slowly you extracted yourself out, probably made easier since you had released your seed in my ass and became limp. A small amount seeped out as you finally removed your cock and guided me to sit. It hurt, but I'll live.
I smiled at his tact, as you embraced and lowered me, using the glass as leverage. As our eyes met once more, I pecked your lips. Abashed you turned away, and this was why it had to be you and no one else. Even after all your desires, you still treated me like a lady and not some kind of object of lust, nothing like my colleagues.
We exchanged the season greetings once more in that embrace, understanding that this would be the first tryst of many. I looked over at your desk, noticing the knocked over frame. Taking a guess, I felt what picture it must have held and interesting ideas began to form in my head. But for now, we enjoyed each other's embrace, satisfied of the gifts bestowed upon us this Christmas.