7 comments/ 37079 views/ 2 favorites A Great Gift By: Rattlesnake1775 A recent article in Cosmo had told her that 10% of the married workforce will at some point or another sleep with somebody from the job. If you are a woman, then the chances of you sleeping with somebody who is senior to you in the corporate structure are supposedly 60%. And out of those that do "sleep up", a whooping 76% sleep with their direct supervisor. Their boss. Like I did tonight, Amanda thought to herself as she rubbed against the broad chest of her lover, the hot water lapping up against them. It had been the most fun sex had been in a long, long time. Darren would probably disagree with that, but she could give a fuck right now what Darren thought, because really she blamed Darren for putting her in this situation, and getting the shit fucked out of her by her boss. Well, really she should thank Darren; she thought and grinned to herself. The road that would lead her to this path had forked several weeks ago, when she had come home announcing that she had just gotten her invitation for her companies annual Christmas party, and there would be an award in it for her this time. An award that came with a cash prize, she added, and a well deserved raise. "Really hun, that's awesome." The dark eyes of her boyfriend of almost two years ran across the invitation she fluttered onto his lap, and he nodded slowly. "But...I'm not going to be able to make it." He reached up and turned of the TV, nobody really interested in what was going on with the cities annual Christmas Parade anyways. "Voulez what?" "I'm sorry, I won't be here." His hand withdrew a tissue from the box sitting next to him, and he very nosily blew his nose into it, then balled it up and discarded it into the trashcan in a high arched throw that bounced of the wall. The look from her got ignored as he pulled out his calendar. "I went in to work for a bit today, and I have to go out of town that week." "Are you serious?!? I told you about this like two months ago, and you put it in all your little calendars!" Amanda dropped down next to him on the couch, kissing his forehead. Ever since he had come down with some kind of flu, she avoided kissing his mouth, even though they slept in the same bed. She would get whatever he had, she was sure of it. "What the hell do you have three calendars for if none of them mean a damn thing?" "Yeah, well...sorry. Mr. Matins was very insistent that Rob, Daniel, Matt, and me have to go down there that Wednesday and deal with Exxon, their shit is going haywire, and that is not what the good people want to hear right now." "God forbid that big oil can't check its email or something!" She stood again, stalking across the room, then turning and coming back, pointing an accusing finger. "You promised! Wait a minute, where are you going?" "Miami." He grinned sheepishly, holding up a piece of paper. Amanda ripped it from his hands, her green eyes shooting darts of anger at him as she perused the "List of hottest Miami hot spots," brought to you by Maxim. Apparently you could go to their website and look such things up. She had always known that he was a big fan of the stupid magazine and its two sister publications FHM and Stuff, but she had never realized that he was a member of their online component. Well, that should really come as no surprise, she thought to herself as she threw the printed document back at him. "So you and your freakish friends, in Miami...how long?" "At least a week, maybe more. But think of the Christmas shopping I'll do for you." He wiggled his eyebrows at her in vain, both of them knowing that he would be one of the many people out shopping 72 hours prior to the actual gift giving, sweating buckets and vowing to do better next year. "Really? A week in Miami with the big oil execs. The same one's that took you to the strip club last time?" Not that Amanda was totally opposed to such things. She prided herself on being the girlfriend you could take to a skin joint, and she would occasionally indulge in a lap dance if she saw a really hot girl. Those pictures of her kissing a stripper at the Crazy Horse were probably making some kid on the internet very happy right now. And with her long blond hair, large green eyes, and full lips, she knew that those pictures had come out very well. She didn't go to the gym four days a week for nothing! "Yeah, well...what, are you worried I'll cheat on you?" "Right! You should be glad I put up with your shit, what makes you think somebody else will?" "You never know." He grinned at her, blowing a kiss. This was the usual rhythm of their relationship, and she sighed as she walked down the hallway of their small apartment into the bedroom. He stood and followed, watching her strip out of her work clothes as she went. The blouse and skirt got dropped into the dirty clothes hamper on her side of the bed, followed by the bra and finally that very nice black thong. His eyes admiringly traced across her beautiful form, from the small feet up the shapely legs, across her full rump to the slender waist. She turned as she pulled open her underwear drawer and withdrew a sports bra and matching panties, showing of her flat stomach in profile, along with that amazing rack. He knew her to be a 34C, his detail oriented mind never forgetting such a thing. "I'm going to go work out down the street, you cooking tonight or should I pick something up on the way back?" A close friend of theirs worked the desk at the Gold's Gym, and so they got vastly reduced rates, always a bonus. "Half the treadmills are broke, so I hope you weren't planning on running. I'll whip something up back here." He dropped onto the bed, reaching down for his own dirty clothes basket, coming back up to find himself face to face with the girl he had called his own for just over a year and a half now. "You worked out earlier?" "Ah, yeah..." "Sick as you are?" "I'm feeling..." "Miami must be really fucking important." Slipping into her gray hooded sweatshirt she cast one last glance at him, and then stormed out of the apartment. Things had not really gotten any better from there. They argued and bickered over little things, and after a while he became convinced that she just wanted to fight, and she accepted it as unwritten truth that he did not care about her feelings. Asshole! She had initially been attracted to Darren because he was a party animal just like her, he loved to go out and be out, loved to dance the night away and he was cool to all her friends. He was even good in bed, always a plus in a man these days, and he did not mind talking about emotions every now and then. But, she now told her friends over lunch several days later, it was now pretty clear that all those traits could work against you, too. He would party and dance the night away with his friends in Miami, and he would be cool with whatever chica's whose path he crossed. She did not put it past him to be good in bed to them, too, and maybe show some emotion. "You don't think he would cheat on you, do you?" It was important for Miriam to believe this, as Rob was her boyfriend and would be accompanying Darren down south. "I don't think Rob would cheat on you, if that is what you are asking. But would Darren cheat on me? I mean, he always talks about how if Pamela Anderson came up to him, he would leave me in a heartbeat." Amanda shrugged. "That's so gross. That bitch has Hepatitis, did you know that?" Sarah poked her fork at her salad before waving the green at her friends. Of the five girls present, she was one of two that was married, having made the jump while still in college. "Milton mentioned that little factoid to me a while ago, apparently he used to stroke off to her. Until he found out she had an STD, after that he only stroked to me." Apparently that was a big victory. "Nice. Thanks for sharing that little tidbit." Miriam shook her head, then looked back at Amanda. "All guys think like that, but seriously." "Honey, I don't know. And you know I don't care. He wants to be a dick, be a dick." She nodded emphatically, and her friends agreed. And so the week of the party, and his departure for Miami, arrived with them still in a sort of cold war. Their longest argument before this one had lasted six days, so by now they were setting new records, the kind that had their friends worried. Sure, they could go out and have a good time, but everybody could sense the tension, could sense the impending fight, and they were not above making nasty comments to one another while out for drinks and dinner. It was the type of situation that nobody else wanted to be associated with for fear of having to choose sides, and so they moved in their own orbit of anger. Wednesday arrived with little fanfare, and so that morning she headed into Mr. Summers office first thing that morning to make her request. "Hey boss, I need a favor." "Anything for my sexy secretary." He was looking her up and down, making her giggle. She had picked out the short skirt and tight cashmere sweater with deep décolleté to make Darren jealous when he got the on plane, but she now realized that it would do the same thing to every other man she came across. "I need to take my boyfriend to the airport at one, so I don't think I'll make it back in time. Is that okay?" "That's it?" He grinned at her, his fingers still typing rapidly at his keyboard. She marveled at that ability of his to do two things at once sometimes. "Yeah, I mean they sent out that email a week ago saying that you shouldn't be tempted to scam hours during the holidays..." Mark waved his hand, casting a quick glance at his monitor and sending the email before he looked back at Amanda. The girl had worked for him for about two years now, and he had never worked with anybody who was as focused or as hard a worker. And she was forever afraid that her job was on the line, despite the fact that she was about to be decorated as 'Support Staff Worker of the Year." "Where is he going?" "Huh?" Amanda was already half way out the door when the question came, and she turned her head, leaning her shoulder against the door. "Where is your boyfriend going? I take it this is business related?" "Yeah, he's going to Miami for work. Bastard, he knew we had the party this week." "Can I ask a question?" He was smiling at her now, and she nodded her head. "I don't have a date, and now you don't have a date...so what about we just go together?" "Is that okay? I mean, aren't there rules against that?" Mark laughed, shaking his head. "Sure there are. But I mean, we aren't serious, are we? He's only gone on business, not forever. I just hate to go to these things and walk through the door alone. All the wives of the senior partners look at you like a leper, and then you have to listen to them telling you about eligible bachelorettes all night long." "I know the feeling. Anything for you boss." She fluttered her eyelashes at him, his laughter following her back across the hall to her office. She liked his laughter, she thought. The drive to the airport was silent, and they both knew why. Normally when he went away on a trip like this there was a romantic dinner in the prelude, whispered words of how special she was, and then some serious fucky-fucky time on the couch, against the wall, and a couple of other favorite spots around the apartment. This time there had been no such festivities, but a lot of quiet time as they ran on treadmills next to each other, the gently falling snow making running outside a very unappealing option. She did not get out of the car at the departure line, and he did not really say anything. Finally he just grabbed his bags, kissed her cheek, and walked into the terminal, leaving her sitting in the car, a single tear rolling down her cheek. Not even a comment about her outfit, she thought. Fuck him, anyways. Did he care? Who knew, when she had asked him that exact question last night he had just looked at her rather blankly and moved on. The silent type, she reminded herself. Strong, not so much. Thursday all her friends asked about him over lunch. He had not called when he got to Miami, but she knew he had gotten there because Rob had called Miriam. They also asked about the stunning red dress she had bought for the party, and the killer heels that she could really not afford, but that she was not going to turn down after everything that had happened. She tried him again that night, but all she got was his voice mail, so she put the phone down, and looked in the mirror. Standing, she walked over to the full length glass surface, admiring herself. Her body was fit and trim, she knew it was. Her hair was freshly cut, and she had all new makeup supplies for tomorrow. The dress would be stunning, the thong was a new line from her favorite lingerie store, and there would be no bra. She hoped for some cold air, to make her nipples stand up. "I'm going to be hot. And you're going to be sorry you missed it." She smiled as she slipped into slumber. Friday was a day off for everybody that worked for the consulting firm. The party started at six, but like most she showed up around four, four thirty, moving with the stream of bodies heading up the elevators as the building emptied itself, and going into her office. She was already dressed, but concealed herself under a long coat she had treated herself to last Christmas. Truly, it was out of style, but she did not care as it reached almost to her ankles, and did the job of hiding what she wanted hid. There was a buzz in the office, as there was every year as workers checked their email and voice mail quickly, doing a couple last minute tasks. Mark showed up just past five, stalking into his office with a huge smile on his face, a small bag dangling from his hand. She waited until ten minutes before their appointed time to head down, then dropped her coat and walked into his office. "Got any mistletoe?" "Damn." That was all he could say, his mouth hanging open for a second. "Damn." "I take it you like it." She twirled once for him, smiling wide. "Your boyfriend is a fool." Taking her hand, he walked with her down the hall, heading over to the three big conference rooms that connected through sliding walls to form one massive ball room, where music was playing, food was laid out, and an open bar was available to those interested. She was interested, and when Mark got her a drink, she thanked him graciously and accepted. Had Darren called? No. Did she feel guilty for flirting? No. She noted the looks of the men on her, noted the women that seemed confident of their hold over their dates, noted those that weren't, and those that had come single and were appraising her as competition. And she also did not miss Mark's eyes on her, how he looked at her, the hunger in his eyes, and how he was shamelessly flirting with her. She noticed how his brown hair looked damn cute tonight, noted how his gray eyes tracked her, how his well formed body danced with her. She mixed and mingled with her coworkers and their dates and spouses until the awards were handed out, never turning down a drink, and dining on the fine finger foods. So when the time came, and her boss called her up to the podium, she was feeling no pain. She had a short acceptance prepared, and she managed to stick to it through focused concentration, and by leaning on the man that she blamed for putting her in for the whole thing. Afterwards they retired to the bar for a couple more drinks to celebrate, and finally she asked the obvious question. "So where's my check?" "You know you get paid by direct deposit, right?" He grinned when she laughed, slapping herself in the forehead. "The money just gets deposited with your next pay check." "That's pretty sweet. But I was kinda looking forward to a big check, you know, Publishers Clearinghouse style. Oh well." "Sorry, maybe I should have warned you. If you want we can go back to my office, and I'll print you." "Oh, that sounds' fun." She winked at him, and he nodded her to follow him. He let her stop of in the bathroom, waiting outside while she rushed in. She did have to pee, alcohol ran right through her, but really she wanted a chance to assess herself in the mirror, take a deep breath, and smile. She knew what the night was offering, and she felt the heat radiating in her body, that combination of lust and alcohol, one fueling the other, and she knew she would not put up much resistance. They walked into his office, and he stepped over to the small fridge he kept behind his desk, pulling out a bottle of champagne. "I figured we could celebrate your award." Popping the cork, he poured two glasses, handing her one. "Well, to a great boss." "And to a great worker." They tipped up, and he refilled their glasses, then walked around his desk and withdrew something from his desk drawer. She watched him put down his glass and come back towards her, handing her a small black box. "Merry Christmas." "Oh my god. Ah...this is awkward. I didn't get you anything." "You worked your ass off all year long. What more could I ask of you?" He grinned, his eyes implying her to open the box. "Well, what do we have here..." Flipping it open, she was face to face with a four piece set. She couldn't quite figure it out for a second, but she knew diamonds when she saw diamonds, and they took her breath away. "Tell me they aren't real." "One for each ear, one for that cute belly button of yours, and the necklace to balance it all out." He was grinning from ear to ear. "Tell me they aren't real. And how do you know I have my belly button pierced?" "The pool party this summer. I take this as a positive endorsement of my shopping prowess." Amanda smiled at him, and he smiled back. Nobody really reached for anybody else, nobody really said anything to anybody else. It was just something that happened, something that transpired, an attraction that was not to be denied, an event they had both seen coming since leaving the party, one no longer to be denied, and so they kissed. Wow, she thought, that man could kiss. Not just the regular, 'hi, this is me' type kiss, but the kind of 'you are going to open your legs to me tonight' kind of kiss, the kind that made her weak in the knees as his arms enveloped her and he pushed his tongue into her mouth. His hands roamed up and down her back, grabbing her ass, fingers tracing across her back, leaving hot traces as she moaned into his lips. The leather couch in his office was always something she had admired. It was deep brown leather, rich and full, and when you sat on it, the taste and smell overwhelmed you. She had seen the expense account paperwork he had put through for it, and it cost more then she made in two months. But Mark was a good analyst because he had balls, and because he was willing to make calls and predictions nobody else would, which was why he was the youngest partner in the firm, and definitely the hottest. And oh my god, the one with the greatest fingers. He was on top of her now, her legs wrapped around his waist as he kissed her, nimbly undoing her dress and exposing her breasts. His fingers slipped the fabric down across her skin, his lips following, touching more and more as it became available to his hungry needs. Her nipples did not stay hidden for long, and she moaned out again when he sucked on them, his teeth grazing the tops and then clamping on as he admired her large areolas. "You have awesome breasts." "Thank you." No bra today, he noted and so he kept up the compliments on her chest, then on her neck, then her eyes, ears nose, and then just kissing. He was holding her tight, his grip firm and demanding, and as his crotch ground into her, she was certain she had a mini orgasm, her breath rapid and shallow as she grabbed his ass, feeling those steel hard buns. Wow. Did he own a gym or something? Her alcohol-hazed mind did not really comprehend what was going on, but damn it felt good! A Great Gift She felt him slide under her dress, grabbing her ass, and telling her how nice it looked in the dress, and how it felt even better. He was biting her neck, and she mewled as he fingered her pussy, and then suddenly her legs were around his neck, and he was eating her. She screamed out as his tongue pushed into her wetness, those nimble fingers pulling her thong aside. Sucking her clit into his mouth he nibbled on it as his fingers teased her ass and pinched her nipples, making her groan and shake with release. Wow, that was awesome! But he did not stop, building to a faster and faster pace as he lashed at her pussy. Her clit surrendered to the massive assault upon the senses as he focused all his efforts on her little pleasure nub, then fucked her with her tongue, pushing it in deep and spreading it. Pulling back he licked the length of her slit, driving her mad, and then attacked her clit again. She loved it when a man did this for her, when a man was willing to go down and get her all worked up and horny and good cunnilingus made her very willing to consider such things as anal penetration or busting out the naughty nurse costume. As another orgasm washed over her, she wondered why she had never come on to him before, no longer able to moan as her fingers gripped the couch tight, squeezing her eyes shut as she pulled him in deeper with her legs. Never had a man gone down on her like this. Darren, when he was a bit tipsy himself and willing to have her sit on his face, was a straight in-out man, fucking her with his tongue until she got off and rolled off. Before him, there had been several guys that had occasionally tried, but she only infrequently achieved that sexual bliss with them. With Mark, she was already screaming past number three. And the man showed no sign of stopping. She had worked for him for almost two years now, two years that she would readily admit had been filled with lots of flirting, sexual tension, and awkward moments when she caught him starring at her breasts or ass, or when she noticed that he had a hard on. And in those two years she had learned that he was relentless in all his pursuits. There was a picture of him in the hallway outside the office, a picture that showed him shooting down the hill at some crazy race in the mountains of Georgia, covered in blood and mud, with a massive grin on his face. He had raced his mountain bike for 24 hours straight apparently, and suffered a pulled hamstring, a chipped tooth, and a minor concussion. And at this very moment it felt as if he might just keep eating her pussy that long, as she shook again and screamed, her legs wrapping around his head, her hands grasping at the rich leather for support. Make that number four. "Ohh...ohh...oh boss...uhm....so good...so good...so good..." She was moaning and panting now, looking down her body at him. Her dress was bunched around her waist, the Christmas spirit red pooling on her stomach for what she hoped was a very wanton appearance of lust for the man that was making her incredibly happy right now. He grinned up at her, and then he took her. Just like that he was on top of her, his cock deep in her pussy, filling her in one smooth stroke as he held her tight to him. His hip spread her legs wide apart as he locked his lips down onto hers, kissing her hard. She cried out as he stuffed her with cock, her hands grabbing at his shoulders. "Oh god boss! You're in my pussy!" She giggled as she said it, kissing him back. Wow, he had a big dick! She could feel it in her now, feel it moving, feel him pull back and thrust back in, his hips building up speed as he hammered her, and she cried out as it washed over her again. Damn, this man was awesome! "Yes I am little girl." "Boss! You're fucking me!" She moaned out, throwing her head back and closing her eyes, enjoying the sensation, loving that feeling of being so full of cock you just can't get enough as he sucked her nipples, biting them. She arched her back, pushing them into his face and heard him laugh out loud at the gesture, feeling his fat head pass her lips, and then dive back in. "Oh boss...oh boss...that's so bad...so bad..." "Just shut up and take it, bitch. Who's your daddy?" His voice was harsh and rough, raw. It made her horny, made her want more, and she willingly submitted herself to him without thinking about it. Biting her nipple, he reached down and smacked her ass, making her yelp. She giggled again, grabbing his head and pulling him close, kissing him passionately on the lips, losing herself in the moment. "You're my daddy. Fuck me with that big cock daddy, fuck your little slut." And fuck her he did. His hips must have been double jointed or something, the way he moved them in opposing directions at once, slamming into her and filling her over and over with that bat between his legs as he kissed her and mauled her tits, never coming from the same angle twice, driving her crazy and making her scream his name as he banged her on his couch. It was a heady experience, the smell of leather and sex mixing in her alcohol clouded mind, the pleasure he was releasing in her adding its own volatile mix of hormones to the equation, and combining with the general rejection she was feeling in her love life right now to make her very willing to do deviant dirty things with him. And when he suddenly pulled out, stuck his tongue deep into her pussy and then squeezed her clit with that big muscle, she offered herself to him in sexual slavery, the only condition being a lifetime supply of butter pecan ice cream and continuous 69'ing. He laughed, sliding back onto the couch next to her and smacking her ass. The girl growled as he pulled her against himself, mashing her tits against his expensive shirt, her nipples feeling sensitive and sending shocks of pleasure through her body. His hands took a firm hold of her and pushed her down onto the floor, her face coming face to face with the thick pleasure rod that had been taking such good care of her. He did not hesitate to grab her hair and push it into her mouth, making his desires very clear to his little office slut. She tasted herself on him, and loved it when he told her to play with herself. "Show daddy something. Touch your little pussy and rub it for daddy." Adjusting his hand closer to the base of her skull, he gripped her hair tight and started fucking her throat. She moaned out, sliding her finger into her sopping wet vagina, hoping more then anything at that moment to please him. She felt slutty, she felt horny, she felt wanton, and there was nothing that she would not have done for him right now. "You want me to fuck you some more? Beat up that little pussy of yours? You have a tiny, tight little pussy, you know that?" She nodded her head yes to all the above and squealed out as he picked her straight up off the floor and stood, impaling her on his cock with a strong thrust of his hips. Gasping for hair she held out tight as he walked around his office, bouncing her on his hips. She thought she was floating and falling as he worked his arms under her legs, letting them stick out at odd angles as she got railed up against the wall, his hands grabbing her ass and squeezing it, the juices from her pussy flowing freely and lubricating his thumb as it pushed against her back hole. It was so damn sexy, so fucking animalistic, and she bit him, bit him hard enough to break the skin on his neck, which stunned the drunken blond, but did not stop him from pounding her pussy into submission, which apparently meant it was okay, and so she just screamed his name in another orgasm as he sucked on her titties and told her she was his little bitch. His orgasm came on suddenly, but she felt his cock shaking, heard his labored breathing, and then he was filling her with wad after wad of gushing cum, his cock shaking and spasming in her, the feeling overwhelming as she clutched tight to him, sucking air, covered in sweat. He did not let go, carrying her back to the couch and pushing her down onto it. She smiled up at him, and did not resist when he grabbed her hair and pushed his cock back into her mouth. Greedily she accepted it, sucking him clean and slobbing his massive knob with her saliva, loving the feeling of the thick cock in her mouth, the taste powerful and sweet at the same time. "Give me your thong." He pulled back and put his dick away, causing a sad look on her face. "Don't worry, we aren't done yet." He took the garment from her and put it in his pocket, then handed her some tissues to clean herself up with. She smiled and took them, then ditched them in the trash can. "What's next, boss?" "You are going to come home with me, and I'm going to fuck you raw." He pulled her against himself, kissing her hard. She moaned into the kiss, loving it. What a great way to end the week! Under normal circumstances, Amanda would not have let him drive, and would not have gotten into a car with a man who had enjoyed this much alcohol. But these were not normal circumstances, and today was no normal day! So they sucked faced all the way down the elevator. He got the door of the Mercedes for her, and before he could walk away she quickly pulled out his cock and sucked it into her mouth, swirling the tip with her tongue. He moaned out, grabbing the door and the roof, thrusting into her face. He felt the pressure rising in his nuts so he pulled back, grinning at her. "Naughty girl." "Spank me then." She had pulled her dress back up before leaving his office, but now she let one strap slip of her shoulder, exposing her right tit. Mark grinned, tweaking her nipple before pushing the door shut. The game continued as they raced towards his house, with her exposing more and more of herself, playing with her tits and pussy, telling him how bad she needed his firm touch and his big cock, moaning as she brought herself to orgasm. He set a new personal record for the twenty mile journey. She had been to his house before, sitting just off the lake and built on a golf course, the ultimate real estate combination if one were to believe the three friends she had brought with her to the party right after getting hired. It was by no means some massive mansion, but it was a house meant for a family, occupied by one man and his voracious sex drive, as she soon learned. The carpet in his living room was soft and fluffy she discovered as soon as they walked through the door. Grabbing her, they fell to the floor wrapped up in each other, kissing, sucking face. Her dress flew away some where, and now she was only in high heels, which he ordered her to keep on as he pushed his cock back into her mouth. She accepted his orders, playing with her tits as he pulled of his tie and shirt. Wow, nice sick pack. Pushing her onto her back he mounted her, filling her with his cock again. His arms wrapped her up, their lips locked, and then he as fucking her, fucking her for all he was worth, pounding into her pussy, making her cry out and scream his name, her nails leaving marks down his back as he slammed into her over and over. Rolling onto his back she suddenly found herself on top. His hand reached out and grabbed a remote sitting on the glass top coffee table and music filled the room. She laughed out loud, moving with the rhythm as she rode him. His hands came up, caressing her breasts, rolling her nipples and pulling on them. Grinding her hips into him she felt herself thrown across the threshold again, her body shaking with release. Those awesome abs of his not only looked good, they were functional, too. Sitting up he wrapped her up in his arms, then bent her backwards to use the leverage to stand up and drop down onto the couch. Turning around she mounted him reverse-cowgirl style, planting her feet on the floor and grabbing the white leather. Wow, these were even nicer then the one in his office. His hips got in on the action now, and one hand came around dipping between her legs, the other taking a hold of her hair. She moaned his name as she got fucked like the bitch she was, hearing his labored breath behind her turning her on more and more. "Cum for me, my little bitch. I want to feel you." He pinched her nipples and she complied with his command, doing her boss's bidding. Her whole body was quaking now and she saw stars as he pounded into her, suddenly standing up. Dropping her hands onto the coffee table to balance herself she found herself lifted with every thrust into her, the orgasm not abating. They took a break to sip some more champagne, and then he ate her pussy some more, something he told her he truly enjoyed. Not that she was complaining, she loved the way he did it, and if he felt the need to eat her all night long, she would not stop him. His back yard furniture for was wrought iron, and as she got bounced on his lap and fucked like a rag doll, she at one point found herself focusing on the pointy tips to keep conscious. God, how many times was she going to get off tonight? They ended in the hot tub, a gorgeous, wood clad affair that sat on the edge of the deck, overlooking the lake. She could see the lights of all the houses decorated for Christmas, the soft hue of Mark's Christmas lights behind them gave their time in the hot water a soft ambiance, and she felt truly fucked. She was sitting in his arms, sipping a glass of wine as he nibbled on her ear, gently caressing her body with his strong hands, and what more could one ask for on a cold winter night? She now honestly believed that he may have been crazy enough to ride a bike for a day straight, and had the stamina. Her pussy was raw as promised, and the hot water felt oddly soothing, smelling of lavender and sex. He had feed her all the things that are so cliché, and that she was not at all surprised a successful bachelor like him had in this house. She could still taste the whipped cream in her mouth, mixed with the flavor of his cum, and the chocolate covered strawberries were divine. She also did not believe that he had bought them at the grocery store down the street "on a hunch yesterday." At one point he had chased her through the house, his naked form preceded by that massive cock that had been hammering her into submission all night, and she loved to run away a bit, then turn and watch him come after her. He had a wild lust in his eyes that even her alcohol hazed mind could recognize, a desire to dominate and fuck her that was rare in men these days, and that made her pussy drool as he followed her twice around his big Christmas tree, and then up the stairs lined with seasonal pictures and mistletoe. He had finally caught up with her in the home gym he kept in the room over his garage, a room with only one exit, where she was trapped like a wild animal, and that was how he treated her. She could not believe how turned on she got as he pushed her around, groping at her, fondling her and smacking her ass. No man had ever treated her like that, pushing her down onto his work out bench, and taking her from behind, forcing his cock into her tired pussy, and banging the shit out of her. She tried to push back, but he was so much stronger, so much more powerful, making her stay down and submit to him, her hands grabbing the frame of the bench press rack as her legs braced against the floor, eyes screwed shut under the assault that was so tantalizing, so awesome, that she screamed his name when his big dick caused her to shake again. Reaching around he grabbed her tits, his hips bucking into her ass as he fucked her, pinching her nipples and making her whimper at the awesome sensation of pain and pleasure. "You like that, you little bitch?" "Oh god daddy, I love it. I love it! Fuck your little office slut, fuck me good!" "I'm going to baby, don't you worry. Daddy's going to fuck you senseless." And he made good on that promise, making her cum again, and then picked her up, his cock still buried in her to the hilt. She was floating, she was flying as he wrapped his powerful arms around her and lifted, the only thing connecting them his cock and his hands, and she shook her arms and legs, screaming her head off at the intense feeling, until her voice failed, and all that was left was her eyes locked wide, mouth thrown open, air pushing but not moving as she felt a tremendous explosion in her groin, as if she had just taken ecstasy or something, the most incredible feeling. Of course Mark was not done yet, making her lay on the floor before his tree and taking a picture of her, along with a picture of her bent over with her pussy spread before the large fern. He made her suck his big dick into the back of her throat, rubbing it on her tits, and titty fucking her, then taking her across his lap and spanking her. Sure, she had gotten the occasional pat on the ass during sex, and she was a big fan of a boyfriend of hers smacking her ass in public to let her know that he appreciated the work she put into keeping it nice and round, and to let other men know that hey, this was his woman. But no man had ever sat down, laid her across his lap with his big dick poking at her, and then grabbed her hair and proceeded to spank her like a little whore, telling her that he knew that she had been naughty, and that Santa was coming to get his. She was his bitch, and he told her so, told her that she was a dirty little bitch, that she was a slutty little bitch, how she dressed at the office, how she teased him, flirted with him, and how he was going to break her and make her his toy. She moaned and cried, her whole body convulsing under the treatment, and then suddenly she cried out in disbelief at the release in her pussy. Her legs were shaking, Mark was laughing at her, and she almost cried at the feeling of humiliation she felt, not believing how awesome it felt, how she craved more. But he just pulled her up, sat her on his lap, and then she was inside again, her back to him, legs closed, and yet stuffed with that delicious dick, getting fucked by a true stud, and knowing that he would do whatever he pleased with her. When she screamed his name, she heard him laughing again, and it only made the sensation that much more intense. Snuggling against him now in the hot tub she felt truly satiated, her sexual being content and excited at the feelings in her loins and her brain, feeling his kisses on her, the way he held her, snuggled her. "You are the most amazing man." Kissing his lips, she took another sip from her wine glass, wondering how come she had never been with a man before that kept good wine around. A serious oversight on her part. "That's because I have some great help around." He tweaked her nipple, and she giggled, leaning against him. "Just so that you know, you're staying the night. I have a very nice nightie I got you for your second Christmas present." "Well Merry Christmas." Grinning at him she sank below the water, finding his cock and taking it into her mouth. There was no doubt that she felt weird going home the next day. Her whole body was sore as she climbed out of the car and into her own, driving towards the apartment. The lack of message assuaged that somewhat, and the fact that Rob had not called Miriam, as discussed over dinner with the girls, helped. They danced into the night, and everybody admired her new diamonds, wiping away what may have been guilt. The next day was even easier, still no word from Darren, and by now she could care less, taking great care in laying out her clothes for work the next day. Monday had the potential for being awkward, but there was no way her boss would allow that, calling her into his office as soon as she arrived. She smiled at him, and he admired the black skirt and red sweater with the Christmas motive, waving her to shut the door. She did, coming towards him, and following his hand signals to come around the desk. His cock was out of his trousers, and she moaned out at the sight of it. A Great Gift "Suck my cock, will you honey?" "Of course, sir." Sinking to her knees, she took him into her mouth, swirling the tip and sliding up and down, wetting him with her saliva. "You aren't wearing any panties, are you?" He had a mischievous grin on his face, and she moaned into his cock, shaking her head. "You realize you are my bitch now, don't you?" His fingers ran through her hair, and she nodded this time as he reached down and pulled up her skirt. "Stand up, honey." She did, and did not resist as he bent her over his desk. She felt his slacks falling to his ankles as he bunched her skirt and then entered her from behind. "I've been thinking about this all weekend. I've been thinking about what I'm going to do to you." "Oh my god boss..." His thick cock slid right into her, and despite the fact that she had played with herself and her favorite vibrator last night thinking of him, the real thing was simply overwhelming. He was doing that movement thing again, and she gasped for air, feeling herself getting closer and closer. "I have something for you." Dropping his third box next to her, she grinned, her pussy spasming with orgasm. "I think you're going to like it, you little slut. Oh FUCK!" His cock spasmed in her pussy and she moaned in a low growl as she got filled with his spunk. He fell backwards into his chair, breathing ragged. A grin spread across his face as she pulled some tissues out of his desk drawer and cleaned herself up before picking up the box. "More diamonds?" "Better." "What could be better?" But she smiled, opening it. A red bow was looking up at her. It was clear from her look that she did not understand, and he stood, taking her into his arms. Taking the bow from the box, he placed it on her forehead. "You are my gift to myself. You are mine now." Darren climbed out of the cab and looked around. Snow was falling in white fluffs all over the place, mixed with freezing rain. Looking up at the apartment building, he noted the lack of light in his apartment, and he hurried inside. Rushing up the stairs, he unlocked the door and looked around. Something was off. It did not take him long to realize what it was. Amanda's pictures were gone, along with all her clothes. Her furniture, kitchen stuff and such was still there, but her laptop, DVD's, and TV out of bedroom was gone. Quickly he walked into the living room, looking around. The Christmas tree stand was mocking him, still standing where she had asked him over and over to get a tree before leaving. He hated those things, seeing them as a waste of money. But something drew him to it, and inside the stand he found an envelope. Pulling it out he opened it up to reveal a Christmas card, with a picture inside. It was her. Amanda dressed in red panties, red bra, and a Santa hat, standing before a huge tree in some house, next to a fireplace. Quickly he flipped open the card, his eyes flying across the printed part to her words. "Darren, glad you made it home safe. I finally got my Christmas wish, and I wish you would have been here to see it. Good bye Darren, and Merry Christmas." He dropped the card, cursing out loud. The sun was rising when she opened her eyes, rolling over. Mark was still sleeping, but that didn't last long once she took his cock into her hand. The man grinned at her, reaching down to slap her ass. "I like that about you." "What's that?" Kissing him, she sucked his tongue, morning breath and all, loving how the first look in his eyes was always one of want for her. "How you are insatiable. Now suck my cock, bitch." She moaned, submitting to him and doing as told. "Do you know what day today is?" Her voice was muffled as she kissed down his stomach under the covers, but he knew, running his fingers through her hair. "Christmas morning." "Yesss!" She loved all things Christmas he had learned over the last ten days. "Well, merry Christmas then, my little slut." Grabbing his hair he pushed her onto his cock, growling out loud. Amanda greedily inhaled the large shaft. She loved how he demanded of her, loved how he did not allow her to wear clothes in his house, loved how he made her suck his cock every morning before they went to work, made her act all proper and prim at the office, ate out her pussy in his car during lunch, and above all, loved how he treated her like a complete slut in their bed at night. She knew there were presents for her under the tree, but they did not matter. By taking her, by forcing her past where she had been comfortable, by taking her and making her his sexual slave, she had gotten the present she wanted, the present the needed, the present she did not even know was out there. And is that what Christmas is all about?