3 comments/ 23757 views/ 3 favorites Yes, Virginia, there is a… By: MasterGunzen NC<18 -- No characters under the age of 18 are depicted in this story. This is a copyrighted original work of erotic fiction. All rights reserved. Submitted for your approval... (You know that phrase was only ever used as the opening lines of that old TV show three times out of somewhere around 123 episodes? Hard to believe, isn't it?) Meet Virginia Marie Black. 46-year-old married mother of two fine young men. Wife of a salesman. Conservative. Responsible. Mature. But she doesn't consider herself to be "old" yet. Serious. Sometimes too serious. She stands about five feet, four inches tall in her bare feet and weighs right around a hundred pounds, naked and checking herself out in the bathroom mirror right after a long, hot, soapy shower. The kind where she's almost more sweaty after she gets out than she was when she got in after her workout. Brown hair with slightly lighter highlights, feathered back from her face. This early evening we find her working in the background of her company's Holiday Party. She's wearing a red dress. Not too tight, but revealing. Revealing to a discerning eye when she bends over a table that she's wearing her usual thong underwear -- which, given her reputation and the way she carried herself, might have surprised a lot of her friends and most assuredly almost all of her co-workers. At the moment she has a white lurex scarf draped around her neck and tied in a loose knot just below the base of her throat with the tails dangling down her chest. She's wearing pointed black pseudo-suede boots with ruffles down the sides that ripple in the air as she walks quickly from area to area on the three-inch stiletto heels, checking on decorations, making sure the food and drinks are stocked. Just doing things for others because that's what she does. It just comes naturally to her. As she circulates through the crowd in the break room-cum-cafeteria she notices movement behind the curtain that's been set up at the end of the break room to hide the vending machines. That's odd, she thinks. Our Holiday Elf isn't supposed to be showing up for another hour. I bet it's someone who's snuck off for a quick game of slap-and-tickle with a coworker or significant other. Or a couple of kids. Either way... She glances around to see if anyone's watching, then pulls the edge of the curtain aside and slides her slim form through the gap. She's not sure herself why she's ducking in so furtively. Is it because she wants to scare the kids -- if they are? Or could it be that she's missing certain aspects of married life with her husband the salesman - gone so often and so long - and she's hoping to catch a quick peek of a young couple making out? The lights at this end of the room have been turned off and the vending machines themselves covered in curtains to prevent their glow from being seen. The curtains that have been hung behind the Holiday Elf's chair are thick enough to block out most of the light from the rest of the room. At first she sees nothing. But then as her eyes adjust to the darkness she begins to make out a figure in the corner. Just as she realizes he's there he steps forward, partially into the one sliver of light that has penetrated the curtains and she gasps. Who the fuck is that? She thinks. Her use of profanity would also shock most of her co-workers who've never heard her use it. No. Wait. Who the FUCK is THAT? Inside her mind there was a definite difference in the meaning of that same sentence. Just visible in the dim light is a man. He's wearing a dark gray tunic with a shiny black leather thing over it. A tabard? she thinks. She's not sure where she knows that from. She's also not sure why she knows this one is special -- in more ways than one. It stretches to the very edge of very broad shoulders at the top and then cuts in at a diagonal until it's only about eight inches wide where it hangs slightly off the cliff of his pecs on his equally broad chest. The diagonal cut almost seems to parallel the cut of his chest where it cuts inward toward his slim waist. The tabard must be almost as thin as the tunic he's wearing because she can see the ridges of his abs through both of them. The sight of his abs is broken only by the wide black leather belt settled just above his hips. She's not sure if the buckle on it is shiny black or silver but it draws her eyes downward. Downward to the thighs sticking out from under the tunic and tabard. Thighs like tree trunks. Not huge tree trunks, but thick with muscles. Covered in hose of some kind. Any other man wearing hose I'd think was maybe a little strange, but those look so very good on him and those legs..., the thought comes almost unbidden to her mind. Her eyes continue down "those legs" to rough leather boots, almost like moccasins, that come to just below his knees. He steps a little farther into the light and she realizes she can see his face. She tears her eyes away from his legs, albeit reluctantly, and drags them back up over those abs, oh those abs, to take in his eyes. Even in the dark she can make out the blue-ness of his eyes. Part mountain lake, part sapphire, part moonlight. She also takes in the heavy lids above those impossibly blue eyes and the thick eyebrows above them. Bedroom eyes, she thinks. Her gaze slips slowly down to his full lips, partially hidden, but framed by a short van dyke beard that also more accentuated the square-ness of his chin and a cleft so deep it's almost a crag. Her eyes slip upward to the top of his head and take in an elf hat. But like no elf hat she's ever seen. A band of black fur at the base, the same gray fabric as the tunic leading to the slight bend she expected with a ball of the same black fur at the tip. And elf ears. Whoever he is, he's an absolute stud, but the ears are just a bit over the top, she thinks. "Who are you?" she asks. "What are you doing back here? And why are you so early?" The man smiles at her and says in a deep rumbling voice with a musical lilt to it that sends shivers from the tip of her toes to the top of her head and back down again, with shivers that seem to vibrate and reverberate between her crotch and nipples, "Ah, you've come. "My name is Läimäys." Funny, she thinks, his name sounds like the kid with the blanket in that comic strip. "What kind of name is that?" she asks. "It is from Finland," he says. "The word itself can mean many things. Slam. Thump. Wallop. Whack. Or spank. I prefer 'Spank' myself." He says the last with a twinkle in his eye and a lift at the corner of his mouth that sends another shiver through her body and intensifies those lingering ones. "What I am doing here is I am waiting for you. My Boss, the Big Guy (she could hear the capital letters in his voice) knows who you are." "Well of course he does. I AM the one that hired him for this party after all." Läimäys laughed aloud, softly, but with a bass rumble that made the hair on her arms stand up. "My Boss is not the pretender you hired to entertain your fellows. The Big Guy is aware of what you do for others, with no thought to a reward. "But the Big Guy has decided you are well deserving of a reward and I have been sent to provide it for you." "I... I... I don't deserve a reward for anything. I don't do anything that anyone else wouldn't do," Virginia protested. "Ah, but you are wrong. Some people consider doing what you do. Many do not even do that. You are special. You don't even think about it, you just do it. And so you are deserving of a special reward as well." "What kind of reward are you talking about?" "I think you know." "No. I don't." "Come now, Virginia...." How does he know my name? she wondered. "I can tell from here that your body knows what reward you are hoping for and is starting to react to the idea." "I don't know what you're talking about!" she protested. "The Big Guy knows about your secret fantasies. The ones you won't dare tell your husband." "How could he know..." she broke off realizing she had almost given herself away. "He knows everything about you. He knows about the books you read. He knows about that website of erotic stories you read when your husband is on his too-frequent trips that last too long. He knows what you think about in the shower, in the tub, in your bed when you touch yourself." "Nooo..." she protested again. "Yes. What are the words to that song? 'He's making a list, checking it twice; gonna find out who's naughty or nice'. But you have not been naughty. You have been a good girl." The shivers had never really left, but they were back and stronger. She could feel her nipples stiffen inside her bra. "'He sees you when you're sleeping...'" and he takes a step toward her. "He knows when you're awake." Her breath is coming faster now. "'He knows if you've been bad or good...'" another step. "'So be good for goodness sake.'" Virginia can feel her face flushing as she reacts to his words and his voice, but it's not embarrassment. She closes her eyes as more, more forbidden thoughts begin to run rampant through her mind. "You have been a very good girl, Virginia Marie. So I have been sent to give you the reward you so richly deserve." She takes a deep breath and opens her eyes to deny what he's insinuating yet again and her breath catches in her throat. How did he get so close so quickly? And without making any noise? "You're right. I do read books. And I do read stories on Literotica. And yes, I do touch myself sometimes. But that's only because my husband is..." "Hush. You do not need to say anything. Because anything you say from your mouth right now would be made a lie by what your body is saying to me." "Wha... what... what do you mean?" Läimäys leans in the last little bit until his beard lightly caresses her cheek as he whispers in her ear, "Where are your hands, little girl?" Oh, SHIT!! She thinks as she realizes she's subconsciously crossed her wrists behind her back. Before she can move he has somehow reached his left hand around behind her and wrapped it around her wrists, thumb to her back and fingers around the outside, holding them firmly in place. Virginia struggles to free her wrists, but not too hard. Läimäys laughs softly in her ear. "See? You know you want this." She shivers again as she feels the tip of his tongue slide slowly up the edge or her ear. No, not the ear, just along the sensitive hairs, not quite making contact with the skin. Then the tip of his tongue slides just as slowly down her ear and she tilts her head to the side without thinking as his lips begin to caress the side of her neck. "Your body is telling me that you want what is coming," he whispers. "You... your beard tickles!" she whispers back. "That is not what I am referring to," he says as he laughs. "You do not even realize that you are swaying to make friction in your crotch?" Just as he says this she realizes she's been swaying her hips and making her lips slide softly against each other in the wetness that is flowing from her cunt. He continues to kiss up and down her neck and she tries... She tries to keep her hips still, but she can't. He pulls away from the side of her face and stares into her eyes from mere inches away. She's afraid he's going to try to kiss her on the mouth. She hasn't kissed anyone that way since she met her husband. But he doesn't kiss her on the mouth. Instead, he steps in front of her while still holding her wrists in his left hand, tilts his head the opposite way and she tilts hers as well and his lips begin to caress the other side of her neck and up to nibble softly at her earlobe, then to nip lightly at it. Läimäys' right hand slides up the outside of her arm and his fingers slowly twine into her hair. He slowly puts pressure on her hair and tilts her head back as his lips begin to caress and nibble farther down her neck. Farther down her neck until he hits that sweet spot she absentmindedly pinches lightly with her fingers while reading her stories. But her fingers have never felt this good. Even her husband's lips haven't felt this good before. He tilts his head to the other side and zeroes straight in on the same spot, sending a jolt straight to her pussy. His lips leave her neck and she stands there, head tilted back and eyes closed, breathing hard, waiting for him to kiss her again. When he hasn't for what seems like minutes she becomes aware that she can feel his breath on her lips and smell the peppermint on it as well. She realizes she's opened her mouth in anticipation of being kissed and the thought of kissing a man other than her husband for the first time in decades doesn't bother her. When another minute goes by and he still hasn't kissed her she begins to tilt her head forward to meet his lips. "Oh Ho!! You ARE a good girl. And good girls get what they deserve!" And he pulls on her wrists and spins her around to face a table that's been pushed up against the wall. Releasing her wrists, Läimäys says, "Put your hands on the edge of the table, little girl." Virginia starts to step closer to the table and Läimäys grabs her hips. "No. Lean forward from here." She leans forward and bends at the waist until she can reach the edge of the table. She places her palms right at the edge and waits to see what will happen next. She waits. And then she feels Läimäys' foot nudge the inside of her right foot and ease it outward slightly. Then her left, until her feet are about two feet apart and her dress is starting to ride slightly up her legs. She senses motion by her calves and she lowers her head and glance back past her hip to see Läimäys taking a knee between her spread legs. More deliciously nasty thoughts surface in her brain and she closes her eyes, but doesn't lift her head. . Virginia feels the palms of both of Läimäys' hands close gently on her left ankle and begin to glide slowly up her calf. She swears she can feel his hands on her skin through the material of her boots and she knows she can feel heat building in her leg and rising with his hands. His hands crest the top of her boot and slide slightly upward to her knee and then stop, but the heat continues to rise and she can feel her cunt lips begin to swell. She silently bids his hands to continue upward, but instead they release. She then feels those warm hands close on her right ankle and again thinks she can feel his hands through her boot as they begin to glide slowly up her leg. And again his hands stop at her knee, just after cresting the top of her boot, and the warmth continues upward. Virginia can feel her lips swell even more and she swears she can feel her juices begin to trickle down the inside of her thigh. "Lift your dress, little girl," Läimäys softly says and Virginia lets go of the edge of the table with her right hand and reaches back to rest it on her butt cheek. Her fingers then begin to pull that side of her dress up, inch by inch until it clears the top of her thigh-high nylon stockings. And still she pulls it upwards until she can feel cool air across her entire ass cheek. She continues to pull until the bottom hem of her dress is resting on the small of her back and her hand eases across her lower back and ass as she continues to expose herself to this strange man by pulling the left side up as well. Once her dress is completely pulled up and resting on the small of her back, she automatically returns her hand to the edge of the table. Virginia leans there with her head lowered and her eyes closed as she waits. And waits. And waits. Until finally a hand came to rest on the outside of each ankle. And again they began to glide slowly, oh so slowly up the outside of her legs. Up her calves, finally over the boots to the bare skin of her knees and then... Up the outside of her thighs and over the top of her thigh-highs and across the exposed skin of her ass cheeks. As Läimäys' hands approach each other at the small of her back, his thumbs finally come to rest on her back. As his hands start to drag back down her body, his thumbs glide down the center of her spine and dip into the shallow crease between her cheeks. As they glide downward his thumbs gently part her cheeks and she can feel cool air caressing the inner portion of her crack. She quivers as she waits for the tips of his thumbs to continue downward. Instead, they lift from her skin. His hands slide back down to her ankles and pause, then begin their slow trip back up her legs. But this time... This time his thumbs were caressing the inside of her calves as they rose slowly, slowly up her calves. She shivers as those hands pause on the outside of her knees as the tips of his thumbs rub slow circles on the inside of her knees. Each upward motion of his thumbs seems to send more heat up her thighs and straight into her pussy, making it pulse in time with the strokes. And finally those hands and those thumbs begin another slow trek upward. Finally Virginia's head comes up as she arches her back and sucks air slowly in through her lips. His hands continue to rise and her shivers turn to quivers as his thumbs approach her cunt. Virginia continues to suck air slowly in through her lips as his thumbs inch closer and closer until they finally... Pull outward to follow the crease where her thighs meet her cheeks. And pull away from her feverish skin. Just as she begins to wonder what he's doing and starts to turn her head, his right hand comes back down her ass cheek. But this is no gentle caress. This hand comes down with force. His hand covers the entire cheek, as big as it is compared to her tight ass. It rests there for a moment, the heat of the hand, or the heat of the impact, or both, sinking more deeply into her body. Then it lifts. Then the other hand comes down on her left ass cheek. Several blows to each cheek later and her entire ass feels like it's on fire. And that heat is traveling deeper and deeper into her pussy. Suddenly the spanks stop and Virginia feels a new sensation that causes goose-pimples to break out all over. Läimäys takes another deep breath and goes back to blowing softly on the flushed skin of her cheeks, pausing as he passes between them to blow softly on her dripping cunt. She's not sure what it is, but the sensation on her dripping lips is more than just cool air. It feels different and is making her feel a tingle -- and not just the tingle that would come from someone not her husband blowing on her pussy. She barely has time to realize the blowing has stopped, though the tingle is still tingling, when she feels his hands on her hips. He pulls her backwards by her hips until her hands leave the table. She stands up out of reflex and Läimäys easily lifts her off her feet, tosses her lightly in the air to spin around in midair before catching her again, the skirt of her dress caught between his hands and the small of her back. Taking a step forward, he sets her lightly on the edge of the table and she hisses slightly as her burning ass makes contact with the hard surface. "Lean back on your elbows," he says. Virginia obeys and leans back. Läimäys runs his hands up the fronts of her calves then slides them around her knees and as he runs his palms back down her calves he lifts her legs in the air almost vertically, causing the front of her dress to slide up to her waist. "Reach down and take your panties off." Virginia rocks her hips to one side, then reaches down with one hand and pulls the waistband of her thong down. As it starts to slide over her ass cheek and the up her thigh she moans at the sensation of the fabric on her sensitive skin. When she rolls her hip back down, she gasps involuntarily again as her ass makes contact with the cool surface. She rolls the other way, and makes the same combination of noises as she pulls her thong over her cheek and up her thigh. Yes, Virginia, there is a… Läimäys grabs her by the ankles and pushes her legs farther up until her ankles approach her head. "Pull them the rest of the way off," he says. As she pulls her panties up her legs, over her boots, and toward her face she swears she can see a darker spot in the crotch. She knows she can smell the results of her own excitement wafting from them. With her legs lifted this way her ass cheeks are off the table and she longs for the feel of the cold surface against them, hoping it will cool the burn she's feeling again. He releases her ankles with one hand at a time as she pulls her thong off over the stiletto heel of each boot, then re-grasps her ankles and begins to pull her legs back upward to a vertical position. As they rise, her cheeks again make contact with the cool surface of the table and she hisses in pleasure. Läimäys' hands slide down the outside of her legs to her hips - palms, thumbs and fingers together on the outside. They slide back up to her ankles and pause there. Then slowly, deliberately, his thumbs slide across the tops of her feet and begin to penetrate the slight gap between her ankles. She tries hard to keep them out by squeezing her legs together even though she knows that not only is she going to fail, but also that she doesn't want them to stay together at all. As her feet and legs slowly begin to part, she catches sight of Läimäys smiling down at her. He continues to pull her legs outward to the sides and as he does he slowly begins to lower himself to his knees. Virginia smiles to herself in satisfaction at her flexibility as her legs spread wider and wider. Who would have thought someone my age could still pretty much do the splits? When her legs are spread to the side and she knows she's just short of starting to feel any strain, he stops and grins up at her over her neatly-trimmed pubic hair. "I believe I have said before that you are a very good girl? You are a very flexible girl, too! "Spread yourself for me." "I think I'm about as spread as I can get!" Virginia says in mock exasperation. "You misunderstand," Läimäys says. He makes and maintains eye contact as he leans in and blows lightly on her pussy again, and again she feels that strange tingle flush through her clit and cunt lips. He drags his eyes down her body to her pussy, then drags them back upward again and says, "Spread yourself for me." Virginia shivers slightly as she reaches down with her right hand and slides the tips of her middle and ring fingers into the space between her inner and outer lips. They slide easily through the flow of her juices as they slide all the way to the bottom of her lips then slide back upward, spreading her lips and exposing her swollen lips even more. When her fingertips near her clit, she stops and spreads the skin there even farther and pauses. Läimäys leans in and blows once more on her swollen flesh and she quivers again as that tingle settles more deeply into her groin. He lowers his head and places the tip of his tongue right at the base of her lips, flattens his tongue and drags it upward. As it nears her clit he looks up and makes eye contact just before giving her clit just the barest flick with the tip of his tongue. His tongue feels like its setting my pussy on fire! Virginia thinks as she stares down at him. She starts to pull her fingers away and Läimäys says, "Leave them there." He lowers his head again and once more his tongue drags that tingling fire up her swollen lips, slightly nudging her fingertips with the sides of her tongue, causing her clit to twitch in pleasure. He sets a steady pace with his tongue and she begins to arch her back in pleasure. "Now, you must keep the rhythm with your fingers for me," he says. "Why?" "You must do this," he says more forcefully. Virginia stares down at her clit as she continues to rub lightly at the flesh on either side of it. She's so fascinated to see that her clit is larger than it's ever been before that she misses him shifting position to sit on the ground instead of kneeling. So fascinated that she has a hard time pulling her gaze away as the tip of his tongue begins to circle slowly at the entrance to her pussy. But not so fascinated that her eyes don't focus slight farther away as his swirling tongue begins to penetrate more deeply with each swirl, spreading the tingle more and more deeply into her core. Then her eyes become unfocused as his tongue follows the tingle and begins to probe more deeply. She can swear she can feel the tip of his tongue flickering here and there on the inside of her cunt, even though she knows that's not possible. Her eyes re-focus on her pussy as his tongue begins to swell, stretching her lips and filling her pussy as it continues to plunge in and out. She subconsciously begins to speed up her rubbing at her clit as the speed of his tongue increases, seeming to drive that tingle more deeply into her core with each thrust. His thrusting and her rubbing continue to increase in pace until she groans through gritted teeth as her orgasm crashes over and through her, leaving her panting in the aftermath. "That was amazing!" she gasps as she looks down at him and his tongue as it continues to slowly stroke her sensitive flesh. "Thank you." Läimäys rolls upward to a standing position. He leans in and says, "You are welcome! But this is a gift... a thank you to you. And it is not finished yet." He reaches over her legs and picks her up again by the waist and stands her on her feet, then pushes lightly downward on her hips. "You will like this too, I am sure!" Virginia settles to her knees. Why am I doing this? It's bad enough that I wanted him to kiss me. It's worse that I just let a strange man make me expose myself and then let him tongue-fuck me to orgasm. But why in the world am I about to suck off a man who isn't my husband? Then the thought enters her mind, Funny that I'm wondering why I'm about to and not whether I'm going to. Then the thought flees from her mind as she realizes she's reaching forward toward Läimäys' hips. "Again I must say what a good girl you are!" Läimäys chuckles as he reaches down to pull the bottom of his tunic and tabard up and then into the top of his belt. Virginia stares at the bulge in the leggings in front of her and had a moment of hesitation. Not as to whether she's going to do this, but rather wondering if she's going to be able to fit whatever that was inside those leggings into her mouth. She's still thinking that as her hands continued to reach slowly forward the top of his leggings. I'm not sure how to do this, she thought. Do I roll them down? Do I pull them down from the sides? Do I turn them inside out? All of those thoughts went away as the front of the leggings somehow split and his cock spilled forth. Oooohhhh mmmmyyyyyyy... She starts to reach for his cock and Läimäys' hands lightly grasps her wrists, stopping them in mid-reach. "No. No hands! Place your hands behind your neck and use only your mouth." Virginia lets him guide her hands until the tips of her fingers begin to slide across the skin of her neck. Without conscious thought she runs her hands under her white scarf, then over it and under again before interlacing her fingers behind her neck. She looks up at him and asks him, "Could you step closer, please?" "No. This is close enough for now. You will see." She leans forward until she's almost off-balance, then sticks her tongue out to reach the last little bit to reach the tip of his cock. She's able to barely make contact as her tongue slips from under his head. Two things happen simultaneously. Läimäys' already large cock begins to swell and stiffen and Virginia realizes she's tasting peppermint on her tongue. I wonder what kind of lube he used to make himself taste like THAT? But wait, how could he? He hasn't touched himself and there were not wet spots on either the outside or the inside of his tights. She leans forward and doesn't have to lean quite so far forward this time to get her tongue under the head again. She's able to lightly stroke the underside of his head, which coaxes his cock to be longer and harder. Still marveling at the taste of peppermint on her tongue, Virginia uses her tongue to pull his cock toward her mouth. She opens her lips as the tip approaches and continues to use small licks on the bottom to guide it to and inside her waiting mouth. As it enters, her mouth begins to tingle as the taste of peppermint becomes even stronger. She takes it inside and sucks for a few moments before she realizes she's having a hard time opening her mouth widely enough to take it all in. She turns her head to the side and runs her tongue down the side of his shaft, spreading saliva as she goes. By the time she reaches the base that side is positively glistening because her mouth is watering so much. She wraps her lips around the side and puts her tongue underneath as she slowly leans back, dragging her mouth along the length of his manhood. She switches sides and leans in again, wetting his shaft with her saliva, and then dragging her mouth back down the length. Switching sides off and on she suddenly thinks Now I know why he told me he was close enough. If he'd have moved forward earlier I'd have gotten knocked over by that monster. And whatever he used to make himself taste like peppermint, it sure hasn't worn off yet. This is like licking the best candy stick EVER!! After several minutes of licking and sucking the sides of his shaft, she pauses at the end and wraps her lips around the very tip of his cock and maintains a gentle pressure as she leans forward and begins to take that massive shaft into her mouth. She leans forward and takes as much of it in as she can as her ass cheeks leave her heels, then puts pressure on the underside as she sits back to rest her cheeks on her heels yet again. As she nears the end, a small amount of pre-cum oozes from the tip and she sucks with the last bit of contact she has, then swallows. As she swallows, she thinks, That doesn't taste like normal pre-cum. I wonder if the taste of that peppermint lube or whatever is throwing my taste buds off? But who cares? It's fucking good!! She slides her mouth down his shaft again and then slides it back off, pulling another small amount of pre-cum with it as she does. Nope!! Taste buds are NOT off. That tastes like chocolate. DARK chocolate!! This is amazing!! It's like sucking a huge fucking peppermint stick with a chocolate core! Virginia closes her eyes and continues sliding her head back and forth, down and up his cock for several minutes until she suddenly realizes, What's tickling my nose? She opens her eyes and finds herself looking at the ribs of his abs -- from VERY close range. She freezes in place and takes stock of the situation. On my knees? Check. In front of a man I've never met? Check. Lips wrapped around his cock? Check. Nose pressed to his rock-hard fucking abs? Check. CHECK?? What the fuck? The only way that happens is if I've just deep-throated him. Shit! My husband isn't anywhere near this big and I gag on him every once in a while. There is NO way I could have taken this guy's monster fucking schlong down my throat without gagging to the point of throwing up. With his cock still buried in her throat, Virginia looks up at Läimäys and he smiles down at her. "I told you you would like this too. Are you enjoying your gift?" Taking a brief inhale of air through her nose, Virginia hums an "Uhmmm huhmmm" around his cock. Then she closes her eyes and goes right back to sliding back and forth on his cock, feeling the head slide along her tongue until his head hits the back of her throat for a very slight pause before it pops past that point and she can feel it sliding down her throat and she can swear she's feeling it in her chest. Then she leans backward and she can feel it sliding up her throat, the slight pop as it passes the back of her mouth and the taste of dark chocolate fills her mouth yet again. You know, she thinks to herself, if a drug company could make a pill that made every man's cock taste like peppermint and their cum taste like dark chocolate, not only would their stock prices soar, but the pregnancy rate in this country would drop like a rock!! But that thought passed very quickly through her mind and then it was as lost as she was in the act of sucking Läimäys' cock. A few minutes later, Läimäys puts his hands on her head and says, "Slow down, please. You are very good at this and you want to enjoy your gift as long as possible, yes?" Virginia pauses with just the head of his cock in her mouth, looks down at the length of it, marvels for a second at what she's doing, looks up to make eye contact and hums a "Huhm uhm!" around his head. Then she unlaces her fingers and unwraps her wrists from the scarf. As soon as they are free, her hands shoot forward to fly up under the back of his tunic to grasp his ass cheeks. She digs her fingertips slightly into his muscular ass and yanks him forward, no longer content to suck his dick. No more sucking your dick, Mister Stranger Fucking Linus or whatever your name is. I want you to fuck my throat like the guys do in the stories I've been reading!! "Oh, ho ho!! You are a VERY good girl indeed!!" He takes his hands of her head and places them on his hips -- but for only a second or six. Then her hands release his ass long enough to grab his hands and place them back on her head. Then they go back to his ass and she again begins to drive his cock through her mouth, down her throat and out again. Each time his head pops out of her throat and into her mouth she's treated to a small gush of that dark-chocolate-flavored pre-cum fills her mouth. She's lost in the thought of picturing what this would look like from the outside when she other thoughts intrude. How am I able to swallow his pre-cum with his cock down my throat? Wait! How am I able to breathe with my throat filled with his cock? When was the last time I actually took a breath? Who the fuck cares? And she goes right back to dragging his ass forward to fuck her face. It's not many minutes later when she feels his body start to shake and she knows what that means. She pulls back until his head is in her mouth and just barely popping into her throat. She speeds up the pace until his body stiffens and his begins to vibrate like a tuning fork. She pulls back even farther and begins to use just her tongue on the underside of his cock as she looks up at him. His eyes are scrunched closed, but his mouth is spread into a huge smile. She continues to suck and use her tongue on the head of his clock until he begins to groan from deep in his chest. Suddenly his eyes flash open and look deeply into hers as he says, "Good girl, you are making me cum. Are you ready?" Another "Uhmmmm huhmmm" and the vibration of that hum is apparently enough to set him off. Virginia pulls back until only the tip of his cockhead is inside her pursed lips just in time as her mouth is filled with the taste of warm dark chocolate. She swallows greedily, over and over as his cock pumps what seems like cups of hot cocoa into her mouth, down her throat and into her stomach. When he finally stops cumming, she reluctantly pulls her mouth off his softening cock, then leans back in to place a quick kiss on the top of its head. Läimäys reaches down a hand to help her to her feet, where he pulls her into a tight embrace. "The Big Guy was correct yet again! You are a very good girl and very deserving of this gift. I am humbled and amazed at the depths of your abilities and talents -- and not the ones you have demonstrated here this evening. I wish we had more time so I could provide you even more of a reward." He pulls her back away from his chest to kiss her on the forehead and she reaches up to grab the back of his head and pulls him down to meet her mouth. She kisses him hard for several moments while running her fingers through his hair. In her passion, she doesn't realize her fingers in his hair manage to knock his tasseled hat off his head. He finally pulls her back and says, "Our time has come to an end and we must part, my lady." Virginia takes a half-step backward and reaches down to tuck his cock back into his leggings. Once it's inside she squints down to see if she can figure out how to get them to re-fasten. "I'll take care of these, m'lady." He looks over her shoulder and says, "Don't forget your thong. You wouldn't want the cleaning crew to find it and try to track down its owner." Virginia turns to find her thong and when she turns back around she is alone. She wads her thong small enough to fit in her hand and quickly steps to the side of the curtain to catch up to him. As soon as she steps through the gap one of the receptionists notices her and rushes over. "So that's where you went off to. Had a little rest after all you hard work today setting up? That was a very good idea. I just wanted you to know that the Holiday Elf called and they've just pulled into the parking lot so you need to be ready to announce him to the group." "But... Wasn't one of his assistants just here?" She stands a little taller and scans the room to see if she can catch a glimpse of him. But she sees no sign of him. The receptionist notices her obvious search and asks, "Who are you looking for? Maybe I can help? I know where pretty much everybody is at the moment since I was looking for you." "Did you see an elf... Never mind. You just said they're on the way. I just need to take care of one more thing back her then I'll meet you at the door." The receptionist walks away and Virginia ducks back inside the curtain to slip her thong panties over her boots and up under her dress. Funny. It seems like it was a lot harder to get these panties on just now than it was to get them off earlier. Oooh, those're cold! as the damp crotch hits her warm pussy. As she turns to leave she opens the curtain a bit wider as she looks back in fond memory of what just happened. She's about to let the curtain drop back into place as she notices a dark shape on the floor. My special elf's hat! I'll grab it and give it back to him when the rest of his group gets here. She picks it up and walks quickly to the front door of the facility. When the elevator doors open she sees the Holiday Elf come out first, looking just the way you'd expect, bushy white beard, red costume, big belly, all the trappings. She looks past him to see if she can see "her" elf. To her surprise, all of the elves that follow off the elevator are not only all dressed in green, they're all teen-aged girls!! The receptionist presses the button to unlock the front door and the group comes in. "Welcome. Thank you for coming tonight. You don't know how much this will mean to the kids. I'm sorry, but we need to have you each sign in - and you'll need to use your real names and not your characters' names." As they each sign in she looks back out at the elevator and casually asks, "Where's Läimäys?" "Who?" "Läimäys?" "We don't have anyone by that name." "Oh, I know that! I guess that's his character's name. The assistant in the black outfit?" "All of our assistants wear the traditional green outfits and we don't hire any men to be assistants. Too much danger of a lawsuit, don't you know." "But..." "Oh... Okay. Let's get you announced." Virginia leads them to just around the corner from the party, then steps inside. "Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, please give a warm welcome to our Holiday Elf!" Yes, Virginia, there is a… He and his assistants take their places and begin the normal ritual of calling the employees and children forward to present them with their annual bonus or a gift. She makes small talk with several of her co-workers for a few minutes, trying to focus on what they're saying instead of re-living what just happened in her head. She fumbles through conversation for a few minutes then excuses herself. She rushes back to her office, logs into her computer and then logs into the video security system. She clicks through the menu to find the cameras that cover the area by the snack machines. As they pull up, she sees only darkness and she's disappointed. Then she remembers the cameras have the ability to record in ultraviolet and she selects that feature on the screen. She selects a time near when she remembered heading to that area and presses "Play". She sees nothing for a while and is about to hit "Fast-forward" when she sees herself enter the area. She sees herself talking, but can't see who she's talking to. She enlarges that one screen to see if she can make out anyone, but can't. She switches quickly between the other three cameras in the area and blows each one up in turn but still can't make out anyone other than her. She continues to watch and sees... There she is, talking to someone who isn't there. There she is, pulling her wrists behind her back and crossing them. There she is, swaying her hips back and forth. There she is, closing her eyes with a sly smile on her face. There's her head tilting back quickly. There she spins around and bends over to put her hands on the edge of the table. There her feet start to slide apart and her dress starts to slide up her thighs. There is where she reached back to pull her dress up slowly up her right thigh, and then her left until her ass is exposed except for the thin back of her thong. She watches as her body occasionally jerks though there's nothing there. She watches herself push back from the table, jump in the air and spin around to land with her ass on the table behind her. She watches herself lean back on her elbows. She watches as she lifts her legs to pull her thong over her ass cheeks then up her thighs, over the boots and past her face. She watches her legs start to spread. She realizes her left hand has found its own way to her crotch. Her knees are spread as she sits in her chair and the tips of her middle two fingers are rubbing a slow circle around her clit. She sees herself reach down to spread her puffy lips and rubbing on either side of her clit. She rubs her clit in time with the image on the screen and has to hit the "Pause" button as she bucks her hips against her fingers as another orgasm overtakes her. She un-pauses the video to watch herself jump lightly off the table, then sink slowly to her knees. She watches as she reaches her hands up and loops them through her scarf before interlacing her fingers behind her neck. She watches herself lean forward on her knees and stick her tongue out of her open mouth. She watches her hands unwrap from the scarf and turn into claws, clutching at nothing. She watches as her cheeks swell and her throat moves in a swallowing motion. She watches as she stands and wraps her arms around something that doesn't exist. She watches as she turns around to grab her thong then turn around and rush to the curtain and step through. Wow! I know I didn't have anything to drink tonight. The only thing I've eaten since I've been here this afternoon were some of the stuffed mushroom appetizers. Shit!! I hope they aren't contaminated! I need to go check on those and make sure everything's okay. And if no one else is sick, then I must be missing my husband more than I thought that I would have such a strange hallucination. I mean, I've had dreams that were pretty realistic, but I've never either sleep-walked or whatever. Virginia locks her computer and steps out into the hall. As she does, one of her closer co-workers calls down the hallway, "There you are. The Jolly Holiday Elf has been calling for you and no one knew where you'd gone. I said 'She's probably in her office working or something', now come on back to the party. Oh, hey, where did you get those boots? I LOVE them! They go so good with that dress and scarf." Virginia looks down at her feet and sees boots that she doesn't recognize. Instead of the black boots she was wearing earlier, she's now wearing red boots. With white fur cuffs at the top. And several straps with gold buckles across the arch and up the shaft. She lifts one and realizes they have about an inch and a half of platform under the balls of her feet and silver tips on the five inch stiletto heels. She walks down the hallway, back to the party with her co-worker. As she enters the room, the fat man on the big chair waves her over. She walks over to him and he stands up to put his hand on her shoulder. "Folks, I know you all know that this party would not have happened without Virginia. She's done so much for so many of you, both here at work and in her time off. What some of you know and some don't is that she also volunteers at a homeless shelter. But even those of you that know she goes with your group don't know she goes back other nights even though she doesn't have to." He turns to Virginia and continues, "For all that you do, please accept this as a token of appreciation from all of us who know the good you do." Virginia takes the envelope, murmurs a quick, "Thank you all," and steps off to the side. She hates being singled out like for doing things that she can't help but do. She steps around the corner and opens the envelope. Inside is a check for her annual bonus. She pulls it partly out of the envelope, glances at it and starts to put it back when she thinks to count the zeros. There must be some mistake, she thinks. There's at least one too many zeros there. She starts to push it back into the envelope but it won't go back in. Something seems to be preventing it from sliding in. She tucks the check under her arms and taps the open end of the envelope on her palm. A small card, no bigger than a business card, slides out into her hand. She picks it up to see nothing on one side. She flips it over to find a note, handwritten in tiny script that is legible despite its size and slightly different shapes of letters. Virginia Marie, Thank you for our time together and for all that you do for so many others. Our time together ended all too early tonight. Your reward has not yet come to an end. I will be seeing you again this holiday season. Whaaaaat the fuuuuccckkkk? She jams the card and the check back into the envelope and runs back to her office. She unlocks her computer and taps her fingers on the top of her desk impatiently as she waits for it to come up. When it does she goes back to the start of the video and watches it again. She zooms in to watch it more closely. She sees a disturbance in her hair just before she throws it back. She sees her swollen lips begin to move beneath her fingers, but not in a way that her fingers should be causing. She watches as they part and begin to move in and out while still being spread wide. She watches as her throat seems to expand like nothing she's ever seen, but not just to expand, but to expand as if something is pushing it out from the inside. Virginia quickly pops open her purse and pulls out her special, personal data-stick. She pops it into the slot in the side of her computer and then opens a window from the security camera program. She goes back to the time just before she walked through the curtain and clicks a button to set an edit point for the videos, selects all the cameras that cover that area and drags the slider to after she's put her thong back on and walked back out from behind the curtain. She clicks the radio button to cut the selected videos from the security history then clicks another to save it to her data-stick. A box pops up that asks her to verify that she wants to delete the selected record from history and to save it. She clicks the "YES" button. Another dialog box pops up that asks if she wants to also delete and save the UV files as well. She clicks the "YES" button again and another dialog pops up that asks if she wants to save the infrared files as well. Infrared? Didn't know we had that. But sure. I don't want any of the techies deciding to scan the drives out of boredom and find anything. Once the files are done downloading she closes the security program and opens the new folder on her data-stick. She opens the infrared folder and starts scanning through the video from the best camera angle and sees much of the same thing, but she's surprised that she can see her face flush. She can see the heat flowing up her legs. She's even more surprised to see heat bloom on her ass cheeks in the shape of a hand. First on one cheek, then the other. She watches as heat blooms between her legs and through her torso. She watches as heat moves down her swollen throat. Then she realizes she can see a slight blue haze between her and the camera. She watches as she wraps her arms around the blue glow. One of her hands reaches up to the top of the glow and she sees a shadow fall to the ground. It's then she realizes she's sitting on a lump in her chair. She rocks to the side to lift a cheek, reaches under herself and pulls out a gray elf hat with black fur at the base and... no cheesy fake elf ears.