1 comments/ 16499 views/ 2 favorites A Christmas Party By: konekochan It was a decent Christmas party, lots of people, laughing, drinks flowing, good food. The music wasn't bad, but at some point it was just too much... too loud, too hot, too many people. I set my drink down carefully, maybe I'd had enough. I needed some air. I looked for him while I walked through the crowd, trying to find a door that would let me escape into the frosty night. I found a back door onto an elaborate deck, and took a last glance over my shoulder, to see if he was nearby, watching me. I caught his eyes, like they were the only ones in the room, and had to stop myself from immediately looking away. I swallowed, and tried to make my face go blank, instead of expectant or desperate, and turned back to walk outside. Ahh, the cold hit me like a fist, and took my breath away for a moment. My eyes watered and my nose burned, but this was just what I was looking for. It hadn't snowed yet, but it was surely coming, I could smell it in the air. I took a deep breath, and another one, clearing the fog from my head. I felt my heart leap when I heard the deck door open and close behind me. I didn't have to turn around to know who it was. His hand touched the nape of my neck, in that sensitive spot just where it meets my shoulder. If the cold hadn't made my nipples hard, they certainly were now. I could not help but respond to this man with my whole body, and my heart wasn't far behind. "You didn't wear a coat out here," he said, stating the obvious. "No, I didn't want to go look for it. I was getting hot and dizzy in there." He put his hands on my arms, moving them slowly up and down, over my shoulders, to my neck, and down again. I closed my eyes and smiled a bit, "You're not helping, you know." I felt him move closer to me, and his scent became stronger, I felt the heat from his body, and my heart pumped faster. I knew right them that he had me. I would do anything for him, strip down in the cold, offer him every part of my body. Everything about me was his for the taking. And then his mouth was on mine; a soft sensual kiss,and his lips were somehow searing hot. Our noses touched, cold compared to our tongues, our breath, which was coming more rapidly as lost ourselves in the kiss. He opened his mouth wide, as if to engulf me, and I lost myself, no longer a partner in the kiss, but weak to it. A victim of it. Now, I thought, this is how he takes my mouth. His hips pushed against mine, reminding me there are other ways to take my mouth. I melted against him and he wrapped his hands in my hair, pulling my head back to expose my throat. He moved down from my lips, licking and kissing and nipping at my bare skin here and there. His grip in my hair tightened when he got to the sweet spot on my neck, and he felt my pulse beneath my skin, my blood pumping faster and faster. He pulled my hair harder, and I made a small noise. He growled in response, and shivers went through me. His body stiffened and he pulled back a little bit and looked at me through cold eyes. Almost a stranger's eyes. Distant. Hungry. He looked around furtively and his eyes landed on a built-in seating area to the side, with a railing around it. "I'm taking you now. I'm not waiting any longer." He took my hand and pulled me towards the bench, pushing me to kneel on it facing away from him. I did, and he pulled up my skirt, and pulled down my panties, then paused, touching my ass, running his hands over the smooth skin. I could feel him thinking, watching, admiring. I wiggled a bit in anticipation and I heard his breath catch in his throat. His hand stopped on the curve of my hip, and he reached back, and with a pop, spanked me hard. I groaned and leaned against his hand, which he was smoothing over the stinging hot spot on my hip, creating such sweet sensation... I felt a drip of my own wetness make its way down my thigh, quickly going from hot to cold in the frigid air. I made another noise, wiggled again, "Please, fill me up. Please. I need it." "Yes, you do." And with that, I felt his hot cock against my ass, my thighs and without hesitation, plunged deep into my cunt. We both groaned. His hands were hot on my hips, holding them still while he pulled almost out completely, and thrust himself deep again. I swear I felt him in my ribcage, and my eyes rolled back with the sweet mixture of pain and pleasure. He fucked me hard, ruthlessly, and I never wanted it to end. His hands left my hips and wandered under my shirt, across my back, found their way under my bra to my tits. He found my nipples and pulled, pulling my whole body back against him. I groaned and lost myself in the pain, then he let them go, flattening out his hands so that my hard tender nipples brushed against his palms with our movement. I couldn't take it then, and came hard, pushing back against him, shuddering and shaking. I felt his legs start shaking, and I knew his own orgasm was close, and before I knew it, I was on my knees, taking his wet cock in my mouth, deep, keeping the same rhythm, sucking and slurping. He pulled my hair and hit the back of my throat, coming hard, in a thick wash of hot cum down my throat, spilling over my lips. He shook again, shuddered and look down at me. I smiled at up him, my mouth and chin wet, legs askew in a tangle of my skirt and panties. He reached to help me up, and ran his hands over my hair while I straightened my clothes. When we were all finished, he hugged me to him, whispering in my ear, "You're mine now." A Christmas Party **Hey guys, this is my first story here..do leave comments, please** Chapter One Jeremy Blair sighed deeply as he stared into his reflection in front of his bathroom mirror, his almost white blonde hair was disheveled, bluish gray eyes stared back at him, a straight nose and lips he had always thought couldn't quite come to an agreement because the top lip was thin, and the bottom one much fuller, completed the features on a face he had always thought was average looking, but many a women would disagree with him. He couldn't count how many times he had been told he looked like Chris Hemsworth or Orlando Bloom when he played the elf on Lord of The Rings, only with shorter hair and a more defined jaw- whatever that meant, he snickered to himself. He groggily brushed pristine white teeth, he wasn't quite ready to leave his bed yet, especially not for what he was leaving it for- the office Christmas party. It was bad enough it was Christmas, but he didn't need someone- no, people throwing a party to rub it all in his face. He had hated the season and the festivities associated with it since his mother died in a car accident seven years ago on Christmas eve..hell, he even hated the fact that it snowed, everything about Christmas sucked, especially that silly mistletoe tradition...whoever came up with that bullshit, must've been some geeky, out-of-luck loser looking to hit it up with a hot girl, what better way than to make it mandatory for people to kiss when they get under a freaking leaf, he thought. He rolled his eyes as he thought of the tons of women at the office party that would scheme up some really goofy plan on how to get him under that darned thing...one too many times, he had been the scapegoat, and one too many times, he had damned the tradition and walked away without giving said girl so much as a peck, it wasn't like he'd have seven years bad luck if he didn't do it....hell, he didn't even believe that story. He stepped into his shower after making sure the water was as hot as it could get. The sprinkler was a lot higher than the average one to accommodate his 6ft 5" frame, he had made sure of that after he had bumped his head against his shower one too many times. He stood in the shower, watching steaming hot water flow down his toned body. He hadn't always been this buff, but his mother's death led to a lot of changes in his life. In an attempt to rid himself of the memories, he had begun to spend more time than advised in the gym...it helped him forget even if for a while, but in the process he had built a body that would make David Beckham cringe with jealousy and send Tyson Beckford into retirement, but Jeremy didn't care to notice the difference, his mind was occupied with thoughts he found far more important. Just as he finished his twenty minutes shower, he heard his phone ringing...he was in no hurry to answer it, only his father would be calling at this time—or Claire, but he wasn't interested in speaking to either of them, he just wanted to fast forward his day. Before he could reach his phone, it went into voicemail, sure enough it was his father's voice that came from the speaker "Jeremy, it's me, I just called to remind you that the office party's today, and you know how important it is that you make it...and it would be nice if you smiled a little this year, I don't want to have to explain to Susan that you don't have a flu again" Jeremy gave a lean smile on hearing Susan's name, she was an elderly lady who had been working as his father's secretary since the company had only been a dingy one-room apartment, after his mother, she had to be the only other woman he cherished, and she had actively played the role of mom to him since his mother's death...she could get very worried if she found him ill. He opened his closet and smiled once his eyes caught the outfit Susan had picked out for him for the party, it was a well-tailored Armani suit and a nice white shirt, she hadn't gotten him a tie because he absolutely hated those, but had tucked in a red, silk handkerchief in the pocket of the suit to add to the mandatory touch of red, his mummy Susan always did have style. He was ready for the party in ten minutes, staring again at his now put-together reflection from his vanity mirror, he found his reaction to his appearance quite indifferent. Perhaps the ladies would think otherwise when they saw the closest look-alike to Narcissus walking on the planet, but as he got into his 2010 Chevy and drove to the office, he hoped they saw the boring, uninteresting, douche bag he had been trying to sell himself as for the past seven years. ****** Kachi stared at the blood red four-ich stilettos that was to be her footwear for the entire evening and grimaced, oh if she were just five inches taller she'd happily slip on a pair of flat sandals and damn it all, but she wasn't exactly one of the tallest people in the world at 5ft 3", and her petite frame didn't help things much, heels seemed the only way to be noticed anywhere, but they would be off the minute they got too uncomfortable. She slipped the heels on small feet and stood in them for a few minutes to test how comfortable they were knowing that she would be standing for the most part of the evening. How she hated formal gatherings, but she had to be present for this one, she had only begun working in the construction company a month ago, it was much too early to be making bad impressions by skipping social gatherings, besides, maybe she'd finally be able to find someone she got along with at work. Most times the office felt like some sort of headquarters for air-heads and bimbos, neither of whom made her list for favourite people to hang with. She took one last look at her reflection and smiled at her blend of the West African green and red printed ankara material and a green chiffon shirt, she lived for those looks of admiration she got every time she wore the colorfully printed material. She particularly loved this skirt because it had been sewn by her aunt in Nigeria as a birthday gift, this would be her first time of wearing it since she got it, she preferred to show off her African style in her daily life, she couldn't stand the pretenses that went on in some of those town meetings where Africans would gather with the best African clothes they could think of, which they would never be caught dead in on a normal day. As she grabbed her coat from her bed and looked around for any items she might be missing, she heard the sound of a car horning, followed closely by her best friend's deep, masculine voice, "Kachi, have you broken your ankles before you can even rock that shoe?" he asked, his tone one of amusement. She smiled, Donald knew how much she loathed heels, and how awkward she felt in them and always made it a point of order to make fun of her concerning that. She hurried out of her apartment and locked up her door, "You will not get the pleasure of seeing me with broken ankles tonight" she replied as she made her way down her steps and to his 2007 Mercedes parked a few metres away. Her steps faltered just a little as she reached for the door handle, she righted herself hoping Donald didn't catch that small mistake, but going by the smirk on his face, he had. "You sure I won't get that pleasure?" he asked as he started up the car "Shut up and drive" she replied trying to sound angry, but unable to hide the smile that formed on her lips. As he drove down the road, she summed up her time at the office party, show up at 9:00pm, greet a few people till 9:10, mingle till 9:35, watch others have fun till 9:45, make sure all the execs noted she had showed up, leave the party at 9:55pm with a sated mind, she might not do the whole till midnight thing, but no one would be able to deny she was there. A Christmas Party The office Christmas party is as expected. Everyone is drunk, a few people have already passed out on the office tables and there is a lot of laughter, gossip and flirting. It seems to be one of those nights that we will talk about for the whole of next year. Brad, my boss, has been flirting with me all night. "Can I see you in my office?" he whispers in my ear and then leaves. I smile as he walks away. Do I go? Or do I ignore him? Does he want to have sex in his office or does he just want to chat privately? Of course he wants sex. Do I risk losing everything for one night of sex? Do I risk losing my husband because I couldn't resist my boss? Of course I do. I can't resist that man. I walk up to his office, away from the party and quietly open the door. He is standing in front of his desk, waiting for me. He walks past me and shuts the door, locking it in the process. He doesn't waste any time. He leans in and kisses me. When his lips touch mine, I pull away. It doesn't feel right. "Sorry," I whisper to him and leave his office. After I go back down to the party, I think about my life. Why don't I just take my chances? Why don't I just let myself go? I turn and walk back to his office. I open the door quietly and enter without Brad noticing me. He is sitting behind his desk with his head in his hands. I rest my hand on his shoulder. He looks up, surprised. "Look, I'm sorry..." he begins. "Shhhh...." I place my hand on his lips to stop him talking. I loosen the tie from around his neck and then fling it on the floor. I run my hand up his inner thigh and his beautiful eyes gaze at me. He understands. I can see the bulge in his pants grow. He reaches up and kisses me. His lips are so soft, so tender, so juicy. I can feel the passion in the air. The room is alight with chemistry. I push him back down onto the seat. I want his cock in my mouth. I unzip his pants and his member instantly jumps out like an unleashed tiger. It is so firm and hard. I bend down and take him all in my mouth. He is big. And strong. I love it. It tastes like man. I run my mouth over and over his member and it grows harder with each stroke. He clenches and moans. My hand runs up and down his strong shaft and I just want it all. I take him in my mouth over and over again. I want his cock. I look up at him. He smirks. I move away from his cock and I pull down my stockings and knickers whilst he stares in awe. I love his wide-eyed lust. I hitch my skirt up and spread my legs over his seated body. He sits ready and hard. I hold his cock in my hand and place my pussy lips at the top of his member. It feels so right. I have wanted him inside me for a long time and now is my chance. I hold and let my wet pussy juice flow over his strong piece. As I hesitate, he almost explodes in anticipation. I swallow his hard piece inside me in one go. He goes deep inside me. We both hold our breath in lust, panting. I hold still for a moment and take it all in. When I start to move my hips, I feel him so deep inside me. I feel every part of his perfectly shaped member inside my pussy. I am dripping wet. I place my finger inside his mouth and his sweet lips lap on my finger as I swivel my hips on the chair. He moans and I start to bounce. My thighs push me up and down, and his long member touches me so deep inside. I grab the back of his strong neck for support. My other hand reaches behind me and grabs his thigh. He forcibly unbuttons my shirt and pulls my breasts out of my bra. He nuzzles his face into my breasts, kissing as I bounce. I squeal as his member pounds me on the inside. As I slow my thrusting down, he reaches up and fondles my breasts. He picks me up and leans me over the desk, guiding me into doggy style. I point my pussy out for him to enter me. I feel exposed as he rubs his hands all over my behind. He guides his member into me, sliding back into my wetness. He suddenly jams me with intensity, ramming himself deep inside me. He aggressively pumps me with the force of a moving truck. Yes. He holds the small of my back and he slaps my bottom. Oh yes. He slaps it again. Harder I tell him. Harder. He slaps again. I love it. Oh. Yes! I grit my teeth and I feel him pump me. Yes! I grip at the table as he thrusts himself into my pussy. Yes! I feel my whole body start to shake with the orgasm and a hotness flushes all over me. He throws himself at me with one last surge before his cum. I feel his warmth squirt inside me and I squeal again. We both take more than a few moments to catch our breath. He falls back into his office chair, a huge smile covering his face. Sensational.