7 comments/ 29989 views/ 5 favorites Bad Work Day - Dept Store Christmas By: vexcave Bad Work Day - Department Store Christmas Bad Work Days are short stories that are unrelated to each other and characterize what could constitute a bad day at work. It is usually bad from one point of view, but good in other ways. All things in life have two sides to the same coin, and this story works that way too. This submission is for the Literotica Winter Holidays Erotic Story Contest, so if you like it, please vote for it! Thank you. * Michael yanked his sleeve up to glance at his watch. It was about fifteen minutes to eight Saturday morning and the department store was going to open soon. He was suited up and ready for an honest day's work. Most people in college worked in Starbucks or something to pad their pockets with spending money or help pay their tuition and Michael was no different. His choice of trade: part-time Santa at the local department store. It was an easy job for the most part. Most times of the day you would find Michael laughing gaily, talking to store-goers, playing with their children, and generally adding to the festivities. The most difficult part had to be the fat suit. At six-foot-three, he made an impressive Santa. But he wasn't half the weight the real Santa was. Not to worry, he had been told, there would be padding in the suit so children will have the soft tubby Santa they all recognise. The padding, coupled with a full face beard and white curly shoulder length hair, guaranteed that he would feel ten degrees warmer than everyone else. Fortunately, the air-conditioning in the store was sufficient so no kid would need to ask their parent why Santa smelled strange. When Jerry the assistant manager saw his stature, he agreed to let Michael go without the padding in the legs (they had padding for Santa's legs too!) and half the padding around the belly so he wouldn't look like the Marshmallow Man. So here he was, all suited up in the back room, waiting for the morning roll call. "Looking good, Santa!" Jessica bounded up, all decked out in her Elf costume and raring to go. She loved her job and had been the elf the previous year too. Her pixie face with large pretty green eyes and lovely dark red curls made her the perfect elf. Her eyes made all the difference, Michael thought; you could lose yourself in those for hours. He quickly blinked and looked away before she caught him staring. He had thought it was strange when she came up to him in the library one day and started their conversation with "Hi, I noticed that you're very tall. Would you like to be Santa this year?" He had passed her once or twice in the hallways before that, but they had never talked, nor had they classes in common. He had momentarily been taken aback by her abrupt question, but had recovered smoothly. Her partner from the year before had gone to university on the other side of the country, and rather than waiting for the department store to find a random 50-year-old Santa with bad breath, she had decided to find one herself. The previous Santa had been really tall, so they needed to find a decently tall guy to play the role. Think of all the happy children, she had told him. You would make an awesome Santa. Michael had been sold. If he had known Jessica's outfit beforehand, he would have been sold at the first "Hi". It looked a little childish, with a bright green vest with large tacky buttons and a wavy skirt in a lighter green that had a dull gold trim. It had originally come with a red-and-white candy cane body suit under it, but Jessica had negotiated to leave it out. Jessica was arguably a little too tall for an elf at five-foot-seven, and the length of her skirt seemed to imply that they expected their elves to be closer to five feet. The body suit was originally meant to cover from neck to ankle, and while the arms were the right length, the legs only made it just past her knee. She chose to only bring up that point, not wanting to include that the crotch was digging into her and anyone who noticed would see a very prominent cameltoe. Fortunately, Jerry had agreed that the body suit looked ridiculous, and when she had shown him the rest of the outfit without it, he had wasted no time approving it. The button-up vest was more than modest; its simple V neckline wasn't too low that it would give heart attacks to parents. It was also just long enough to cover her midriff, though if she had to stretch to reach something on the top shelf, her belly button would just peek out from under it. The skirt would have been just above the knee on a shorter elf, but rested in the middle of her thighs, three inches above her knee. Michael snuck another glance, glad that she was fiddling with something and looking the other way. He briefly wondered if she had a boyfriend, then answered his question himself. Of course someone like her would have a boyfriend. The beautiful ones always did. The jagged hem of the skirt swished beautifully against her pale thighs, drawing his attention. She had to be a runner or perhaps she enjoyed cycling, he mused, following her toned legs from the hemline down to her little booties. He didn't know another word for those boots that curled up at the toes. His mother had called them booties when he was growing up and the name stuck. He only stopped referring to them as such when he reached middle school once he found out that there were other things that were more commonly referred to as booties. Jessica had a nice booty. He didn't care for the hyper-extended bubble butts that the media seemed to enjoy. They seemed too unrealistic to him. Jessica's hips flared out wonderfully from her tiny waist, and for the first time, he found himself staring at something other than her eyes. His jaw dropped open slowly as he watched her bend over to fiddle with her boot. He took in the way the green cotton skirt clung on to her butt like a second skin, just two feet away from his face, and licked his dry lips. His eyes followed the faint outline of her panties through the fabric of the skirt, subconsciously stroking along that beautiful curve. It took some effort to tear his eyes away, and he did so just in time. Jessica straightened up and spun around on a heel to face him, coming closer to whisper conspiratorially, "What nonsense do you think Jerry's going to talk about this morning?" "I don't know... Maybe he'll talk about the price of those plastic smiles from the dollar store." The previous week, Jerry had started his pep talk with the need to smile at customers. He threatened lamely to buy some goofy post-Halloween props that you could paste over your mouth. They were shaped like mouths forever fixed in a crazy wide smile. He had then laughed as if it were the funniest thing he had heard in his 40 years of life. The rest of the staff had just looked on, exchanging knowing glances between themselves. Jerry was a bit of an odd-ball. He was generally nice and approachable and all, but he reminded Michael of a weasel. Well he wasn't paid to like the guy. "Ha-ha, maybe he brought one in for himself today!" Right on cue, Jerry's voice came crackling through the store intercom. "All associates, Santa's on his sleigh at the information counter! Come get your prezzies..." Michael could only groan and roll his eyes as they headed out the door to the front. "He's stealing your thunder! You need to march right up to him and tell him - I'm Santa Claus, son, you're getting coal this Christmas!" Jessica joked as she followed him out. They assembled around the large Christmas tree, embellished with blue and gold trim, the colours of the season. "Come one, come all. It's going to be a marvellous day!" Jerry wasn't very tall, so he took every chance he could to stand on boxes or the sleigh display to talk down to his staff. Even on the sleigh like he was today, Michael was still slightly taller. Jerry deliberately didn't look in his direction. He didn't like to be upstaged. "It's going to be a busy day today. All those parents who need gifts for their little ones, you know. Let's keep a smile on at all times!" Michael almost choked when he saw Jerry pull out his plastic prop and promptly pasted it on his upper lip. He had got to be kidding. Jessica winked at him; she had guessed it right. "Don't worry; I didn't buy one for each of you. This is for comic effect!" Murmurs of contrived laughter ensued. Jerry looked ridiculous with the fake smile. It was an inch wider than his face on both sides and had garish red lips and impossibly white teeth. "Remember, no matter what the customer asks for, give them a smile and do whatever you can to make their experience a pleasant one. If they're happy, we're happy. Now, let's open the doors and let the people in!" The group scattered back to their posts, whispering between themselves about Jerry's social ineptitude. Jessica turned at Michael and gave him the sweetest smile he had seen. "How does that look?" "Very, er, very nice." His heart rate suddenly doubled. "What, that's all? And here I was putting in my best!" She turned in a mock huff before giving him another smile over her shoulder. "It was really very nice." He returned the smile, most of it lost under his immobile white beard. "Tsk, you need a better vocabulary. Women don't like just 'nice'." She called back over her shoulder. Bad Work Day - Dept Store Christmas "Sure, come right in," Jessica waved them in. There weren't any other customers to be seen anywhere. "Santa, we'd like to sit on your lap." Michael was going to enjoy this, Jessica knew. He parted his legs so the two blondes could perch themselves on a knee each. They both sat astride, straddling his thighs. What an awkward position, Jessica thought. You could almost see their panties. The guy circled around, passing comments and taking pictures. He definitely liked what he saw. "Kelly, act like you're about to have an orgasm sitting on Santa's lap," the cameraman remarked. Jessica shot him a dirty look; what kind of guy would ask a girl to do such a thing? She watched from the side as the ponytailed blonde compiled, rubbing herself on Santa's red thigh, head thrown back in mock ecstasy. "Kelly you're such a slut!" her friend goaded her. "Ha-ha, it's all for fun, Tania!" Kelly tittered back as Tania joined in, opening her mouth as if in the throes of passion. The two girls laughed as they played. Jessica was a little disgusted, but watched in fascination as Kelly pushed her breasts together for another picture. Tania reached in from behind and grabbed her full breasts, sending both girls into streams of giggles. She looked around and was glad that there weren't anyone around. Michael could lose his job if he was reported. She could always back him up to witness that it was the customer who requested it. "Hey why don't you sit on Santa's lap too?" The guy turned to Jessica. "Wha... no it's alright, he's already got his hands full," she quickly replied. "Oh come on, it's Christmas! Girls, is there space over there?" "Sure there is." Tania and Kelly twisted in their seats, bringing their legs inward, forcing Michael to open his legs wider to accommodate. They wiggled over to sit at the ends of his knees. "You can sit here it the middle!" Kelly invited. "But, but..." "Come on!" Tania wheedled. Jessica demurred a little longer before moving to sit between the two girls. She kept her knees tightly closed and didn't want to think about where she was sitting. This was just for a photo. The three girls smiled for the camera and Jessica tried to get up after the first flash, but Tania held on to her arm. "Let's take more!" Jessica smiled weakly, Darren would certainly not approve of this position. All she could think about was his face, contorted with rage. If he saw her like this, sitting on Michael's lap, she'd get into so much trouble. She was beginning to feel something stirring beneath her, but Tania kept a firm grip on her arm to prevent her from leaving. The camera continued to flash away while the other two girls shifted and preened. The stirring beneath her was starting to take shape, and she tried to squirm away. To her horror, the squirming only seemed to speed the process up, and she could feel his hardness pressing against her butt through the thin cotton skirt. She hoped Michael wouldn't take it the wrong way. It seemed so naughty to be sitting there on his lap, but she stayed put as a myriad of conflicting emotions assaulted her. She could feel the blood pounding in her head, making her feel dizzy and light. "Santa, why don't you hold on to your elf?" suggested Kelly between shots. She pursed her lips in an exaggerated pout, the camera snapping it up. Michael's white-gloved hands came to rest on Jessica's hips. They were comfortable and non-threatening, and Jessica felt at ease with his hands supporting her. His cock beneath her, however, was making her mind spin. He wasn't moving or anything, but she could feel it twitching on its own accord. An unfamiliar stirring in her belly made her frown; was it something she ate for lunch? He adjusted her to the right, and his firm member shifted with him and was now pressing right between her butt cheeks. She jumped at the new sensation, parting her legs and knees slightly to balance herself against her new support. "It's such a nice costume, don't you think Kelly?" Tania fingered the material of Jessica's vest. "What material is this?" "Ah, um, probably cotton," breathed Jessica. Why was she out of breath? Tania's fingers strolled idly down the front of the vest, as if feeling the texture of the vest. "It's really nice!" Kelly's hand floated down the length of Jessica's body and ended its journey along the jagged edge of Jessica's elf skirt. "Ooh, Tania, feel this skirt. It's really nice." She stroked it, running her fingers along the gold trim, leaving a trail of goose bumps on Jessica's thigh as she went. "You've got such beautiful legs!" The camera had stopped flashing, though the cameraman still kept his position, lens pointing it at Santa's throne and the four of them, but Jessica hardly noticed it anymore. What were the girls doing? Tania's hands now roamed freely over her vest, not applying much pressure, but always present and teasing. Kelly's fingers alternated between stroking the Jessica's skirt and thighs. They continued this dangerous dance, Jessica becoming more confused as they went. Her stomach was doing flip-flops and the stirring within was getting chaotic. She felt intoxicated and inexorably drawn into the girls' play. Tania's hands caressed her breasts through the vest as Kelly's hands rubbed and stroked her inner thigh as they made the slow, subtle journey upwards. Jessica's legs had opened on their own accord, and the two guys with the camera were treated to a peek-a-boo of her white cotton panties under the short green skirt. Michael's hands joined the girls', gliding up and down her sides to the same unspoken rhythm. Jessica's mind was a blank; she had never felt anything like this before. Her body seemed to know what to do, and she lost herself in the crazy moment. Her movements were jerky to start, but she began to move slightly against him, his fat suit providing a soft comfortable cushion. She could feel the heat growing in her loins and the heat brought forth water that did nothing to quench the fire. The water started as a trickle and she felt it swell like a river about to burst its banks after a torrential downpour. The feeling grew stronger and stronger as the flames grew more intense. She closed her eyes as her breaths came harder and faster, and everyone else but her seemed to know what that signalled. Tania had undone two of the buttons on the vest and was massaging Jessica's left breast through the opening. Kelly lingered about Jessica's spread thighs. She had teased her way up to where Jessica's legs met, and had lifted the skirt to openly expose Jessica's panty-covered crotch. The front was already damp and Kelly knew Jessica would not be able to resist for long. The pounding in her head had reached fever pitch, and Jessica's lust was so thick she could hardly breathe. When Michael's hands had left her hips to circle her waist, she leaned back into him, resting her head on his padded chest. His fingers travelled down to her exposed crotch, and stroked random circles around her mons pubis. Between Kelly and him, they caressed and fondled her inner thighs and labia, deliberately skirting around her clitoris. The cameraman suppressed a whistle as he saw the full impression of her hooded clit pressing firmly against the soaked fabric. Jessica shuddered under all the attention, her body writhing uncontrollably as the six hands encircled her, touching her in all her secret places. The time was ripe, she was ready. She barely registered it as Michael's gloved hands drew the soppy crotch of her panties to the side to give the camera a clear unobstructed view of her neatly shaved pussy. The evidence of her arousal was apparent, dew drops clung to her labia and her clit had fully extended past its cover. Jessica sighed as Kelly's thin fingers traced lazy circles around her nether lips, still avoiding her clitoris. Michael kept a hand on her panty, and his other hand strayed up to her breasts to join Tania. The floodwaters continued to rise, and the pounding in her head was matched by a pounding in her pussy. She could feel cracks forming in the dam and her body lurched in anticipation as the fire within threatened to burn her alive. Kelly seized the moment and tweaked her throbbing clitoris, sending Jessica into a frenzy she had never experienced before. All at once the dam broke and she let out a violent moan. Her eyes rolled back in her sockets as wave after wave of lust, fire and water washed over her. The tingling in her spine shot out in all directions, and she could feel it in her toes, her fingers, her breasts and her soaking pussy. Michael held on to her as she thrashed in his embrace. In her drunken stupor, she looked up at her Santa, passion burning in her eyes, taking in his fuzzy white beard and scruffy black stubble underneath. Black stubble. Black stubble. She tried hard to remember what that was supposed to mean. Black stubble. "You fucking slut, you really would put out for your damn Santa," Michael spat down at her. No, not Michael... She flew off his lap and whirled around as if stung by a bee, but her legs were still too weak from her orgasm to support her and she stumbled to the floor. His disguise now unnecessary, Darren yanked the hat and beard off and flung it aside. "Damn fucking hot in there!" He got to his feet and stood over the trembling Jessica. "Did you enjoy that? Best fucking time you've had? You got off humping your beloved Santa!" "What did you do to Michael?" Jessica screamed from the floor, willing her strength back into her legs, but it wasn't returning fast enough for her to escape. "We had a little talk," replied the guy behind her. "He needed some persuasion to lend us his costume, but he agreed in the end." "We're going to finish this, bitch. You've rubbed yourself off on me for thirty minutes, and I demand satisfaction." Darren undid the oversized Santa belt and revealed his enraged warrior. It was throbbing and purple and angry, and it wasn't going to wait for Jessica all day. He grabbed her by her hair and forced her to kneel before him. "No, Darren!" Jessica pleaded as he rubbed his penis against her lips. She pursed them shut to reject the invasion, and he slapped her full across the cheek. When she continued to resist, he grabbed by her neck and choked her until she opened up. Before she could change her mind, he drove his 6" length as far in as it could go. Inexperienced as she was, it wasn't very far. Jessica gagged and choked again and he eased out slightly before ramming into her once more. She put her hands against his muscular thighs and pushed against him as hard as she could but he was too strong. "Good girl. That's my whore! Suck my fucking cock!" Her teeth were scratching against his cock, but Darren was too engorged and too persistent to care. Being denied for so long, this was payback, this was revenge. Jessica's mascara was beginning to stream down her face as Darren continued to pump her mouth. His movements became faster and he could hold it back no longer, emptying his pent-up frustration into her mouth. She gagged as his hot fluid erupted against the back of her throat. He finally released her head after the third spurt and she turned her head away, coughing out his white cum mixed with her saliva. Darren walked around her, not bothering to hide his spent penis, as she continued her fit of coughing. "We should have done that ages ago! You're pretty good! Will, why don't you try it out too?" He made an offer to his cameraman, who passed the camera to Kelly. She kept the lens trained on Jessica; it must have been on video mode all this time. Tania walked over to Kelly's side to watch the action from the best angle. Will had a knack for angles, possibly from his wide experience with watching porn. "Gladly," Will positioned himself before Jessica and unzipped the fly of his jeans. Her eyes widened when his monster emerged from its denim cave. It was longer than Darren's, though perhaps not as wide. "Open wide, bitch. I've been saving something for you too." She tentatively opened her mouth, not wanting to anger Will. He seemed like a reasonable fellow, though comparing anyone to Darren would make them a saint. He wasn't as rough as he entered her mouth, but he warned her that he would not tolerate any teeth. She nodded her acquiescence as she closed her lips on his hard member. He thrust himself into her warm mouth a few times slowly, encouraging her to use her tongue. He seemed nice and patient, except for the fact that he was forcing her to suck him off. Will was getting into the groove, when he suddenly grunted and collapsed. Kelly screamed as she watched him fall. Jessica looked up and saw Michael standing over him with a metal queue stand. "That's for earlier!" he exclaimed as he slammed it into Will's sprawled body twice more. Michael was in a pair of jeans and an ill-fitting t-shirt, both still had their tags on. He had pulled them from the rack after he woke in one of the changing stalls in only his boxers. He turned to approach Darren, ready to bash him up good, but stopped in his tracks when he found himself staring down the barrel of a gun. "Don't you fucking try it, hero." "What the hell is going on here?" Jerry had heard the loud crash when Michael struck Will. It was an odd scene that he walked into. He saw Michael wielding a queue stand, Jessica on the floor in a mess, two girls with a camera, a guy comatose on the floor and a second guy with a gun. "I'm calling the cops!" "No you're not, old man. Walk over here. No sudden moves. Drop the stand, hero." Michael tossed the stand aside, letting it clang against the hard floor. Darren motioned them to stand together with his gun. "Stand up bitch," Darren grabbed Jessica by her hair, dragging her to her feet before she could resist. Tania and Kelly moved silently to the side to get a good shot of Darren and Jessica. They were ready to run at the drop of the hat if anything went wrong. They were already in too deep, and this was not going according to plan, but they were not about to anger Darren. He had a really nasty temper, and anyone with a gun and a temper was not to be argued with. The gun in question was now at Jessica's temple. Her breath got caught at the lump in her throat. Who is this Darren? When they had met a few months ago, he had been really sweet and romantic, buying her flowers and following her around. Was it all a lie? The feeling of the cold steel pressed against her head emptied her mind of all thoughts of the past. The Darren of old had disappeared, leaving her with this monster. "Take off your vest," he commanded. "You're going to show your colleagues your fucking slutty body. You love showing it off don't you? That's why you prance around and tease your poor fucking Santa and your fucking boss. Damn whore! Now take it off!" Jessica's fingers trembled as they moved to the last two buttons. She closed her eyes as she undid the buttons, praying that when she opened them she would be back at home in bed. To her dismay, she opened her eyes to the stark reality. This was it. This was real. The buttons were undone and she froze a moment. She looked at Jerry, and saw the lust mixed with shock in his eyes. Michael was looking away, as if to give her some shred of dignity. "What are you waiting for, bitch? Do you want me to sweet-talk you into doing it? Oh Jessie, Jessie, please take it off? Pretty please, sugar pie?" That was the final straw that broke the camel's back. Everything had been a game to him. It had been a play, a well-orchestrated game plan to get her. How could she have been so foolish? She shivered a little as she unshouldered the vest to reveal her white push-up bra. It was modest, covering most of her 34C breasts, but the push-up created a lovely swell that even Michael found hard to ignore. It caused a similar swelling in his jeans that he could not ignore either. "Off with the bra," came Darren's next command. Jessica didn't even try to reason with him. The old Darren was neither dead nor lost, it never even existed. There was nothing left to say. She reached behind to unclasp the bra, letting it fall to the floor in one swift motion. Freed from their constraints, her breasts swung outward. All three men ogled in wonder, enthralled by her twin milky white globes. They seemed to defy gravity, perched high and proud on her chest. "Look long and hard, gentlemen. She loves the attention, and loves to display her body for strangers. Don't you?" Darren left hand gripped her arm as he rubbed the barrel of the gun into her right breast. "Darren, let's go. This is enough," Kelly piped up. The game had got out of hand. Everyone had had their fun, and they had to stop. But Darren was not having any of it. "Don't you stop shooting, bitch! I call the shots here." Kelly meekly compiled, Tania and her were stuck until Darren was satisfied. "Hold those breasts up for your friends to see." Darren's attention returned to Jessica. Make sure everyone gets a good view. Her rapt audience had already seen a lot, but the sight of Jessica in nothing but her elf skirt and boots holding her breasts up like a common porn star was impossible to ignore. Both men leapt to attention, their erections creating obvious tents in their pants. Jerry's was more obvious in his dress slacks. "See what you've done, you whore! You've given your boss a hard-on!" He threw her forward, sending her careening towards Jerry. "Take his cock out." "No I won't!" Jessica refused. All three girls screamed in shock as Darren took a shot at a nearby mannequin, blowing off its head and showering the floor with many fragments. Tania's knees were shaking. He was a maniac! "I'm not playing around, fucking cunt-whore! Take your fucking boss' cock out!" "Don't do it, Jessica." Jerry put up a token protest as Jessica drew his zipper down. He cooed a little as he felt her small hands reach into his briefs to fish his swollen penis out of his pants. It stood out, its whiteness a stark comparison to his black slacks. "Now your Santa," Jerry continued. Jessica sidled over to Michael and looked up into his concerned eyes. His jeans were too tight to extract his cock, so she undid the button and pulled it down past his boxers, all the time looking up at him. Her eyes seemed to apologise as she pulled his boxers down to meet the jeans at his knees. "Jack them both off." Michael gasped as Jessica's cold fingers wrapped around his blazing erection. She had him in her right hand and Jerry in her left. She looked down as she started to stroke them simultaneously. Kelly and Tania had inconspicuously moved to capture it all from the side. Michael was lost in heaven, as inappropriate as it was. Jessica's fingers danced across his penis, floating up and down his length, robbing him of the ability to think straight. Beside him, Jerry too was beginning to squirm. It had been a long time since he had any action. Jessica's ministrations were not lost on either of them. She kept her face down and let her hands move on auto-pilot. This is not me, this is not me, she repeated under her breath. I am not here, this is not me. "Enough," came the command. Jerry was so close to the edge, he was ready to grab her hand to force her to continue, but he held back in case he angered Darren. Jessica gratefully withdrew her hands from their throbbing cocks, still refusing to look up at them. Darren swaggered over, wagging his gun casually. He had one more card left to play, one more act of degradation planned. He had grown tired of Jessica's constant refusal of intimacy in the three months they had been together. It only took one night with Tania and he knew that Jessica wasn't worth the wait. She was only as fun as she acted virginal. And there was one way to remove that act to reveal her inner slut. He stopped in front of the three of them, reached down and pulled Jessica to her feet by her chin. "Nobody fucking move," he cautioned the two men. "The only prize for being a hero is a trip to the hospital." Bad Work Day - Dept Store Christmas Michael itched to take a swing at him. He was sure that he could take Darren down if he didn't have the gun. Darren's left grip on her chin was beginning to cause her pain and Michael's rage grew exponentially watching her torment. Jerry, on the other hand, was completely docile. He wasn't sure what, if any, he would miss in his life if he was gunned down today, but he did not want this day to be his last. Better to sit quietly and maybe reap the benefits of being at the right place at the right time. Sure there was the possibility of great pain or death, but having this hot elf jack him off in the middle of his store was an undreamt dream come true. Now only if she could get him to cum, that would be divine! Holding her chin up so he could look Jessica in the eyes, he savoured the flashes of fear in her doe-like eyes. She was trembling like a leaf in a storm in his grasp and he could almost breathe in the scent of her anxiety. He basked in it for a moment before spinning her around to face the two men. His arm snaked around her bare waist as he brought the gun to her temple once more. "Look at your damn Santa. Look at your fucking boss. See that lust in their eyes? See what your slutty body has done to them." His left arm around her waist stroked up slowly until it cupped her right breast. He had big hands, and she didn't make a handful. Jessica struggled to free herself, but the more she writhed, the more he tightened his grip on her poor flesh. Eventually she gave up her fight and he loosened his claw-like grip. "Are you going to listen to me?" She nodded without hesitation. "You're going to fuck these two men as punishment for teasing them. You're going to let them have their way with you, and if you don't make them cum, I'll kill all of you." "No please, Darren, no," Jessica shook her head violently, pleading with him. "Get into position bitch; you have wasted their time for too fucking long!" He forced her to bend over, and with one hand at the back of her neck and the other with the gun at the back of her head, she had no choice but to comply. "Beg them to fuck you. Fuck your slutty pussy, fuck your slutty mouth, even fuck your slutty ass if you like. I'll even let you choose who goes where." Darren waved him hand dismissively, as if he were a king bequeathing a grand prize. "If they don't cum, you know what will happen." Jessica's crimson locks were plastered to her face with freshly shed tears. How could all this have happened? Was it because she had innocently sat on Michael's lap? Was it something she had said, or done? What would possess a man to sink to this level, and to force her and humiliate her so? She raised her face and looked straight at Michael, and with the last shred of her pride she screamed, "Michael, fuck me, please fuck me! I beg you, please fuck me...." Her voice trailed away into sobs. Michael was heart was in turmoil. He wanted to run to her and hold her and promise her that everything would be alright, but the maniac with the gun started tapping his foot impatiently. "Come on Michael. You heard the slut. She called for you to FUCK her Michael. She wants you to FUCK her!" Each 'fuck' was emphasized with a jab of the gun in Michael's direction. Looking back after the ordeal, Michael would wonder if Darren was ever so jealous that Jessica had chosen Michael instead of him. Michael took in her beautiful form, breasts dangling as she bent over. As he moved behind her, he remembered the beautiful view from the morning. He reached out and finally touched her luscious ass. She fidgeted as if startled by his gentle touch before allowing him to continue to caress her proffered butt. He massaged her ass cheeks with both hands, revelling in their softness. Stretching forward, he lightly weighed her breasts. They felt light to the touch, and as he traced patterns around them, her nipples began to harden. Jessica gasped as his fingers ignited a slow fire as they worked their magic across her pendulous breasts. He gripped them tightly with both hands, his tender grasp a world's difference from Darren's vise-grip. He circled her nipples, tweaking and pinching and pulling, each action eliciting a moan. Keeping a breast well satisfied with one hand, Michael's other hand followed the taut muscles in Jessica's belly down to the waistband of her skirt. He liked the skirt on her; it reminded him that she was his elf. He stroked along the side of her leg until he reached the golden hem. Jessica was getting lost in the streams of pleasure that Michael was exciting in her body. Her breasts were on fire, and only his fingers could cool them off. She took a step back and collided with his cock. Her body taking over, she found herself rubbing up and down along his turgid length. His left hand left her breast momentarily, and she whimpered as the loss of his touch. He caressed her thighs through the skirt guiding her gyrations against him before reaching up under her skirt. In a swift motion, he brought her panties to her ankles, and lazily stroked her calves and thighs on the way back up. Jerry was furiously pounding on his cock, jacking himself off ferociously at the show, impatiently waiting his turn. Michael was in no hurry to give him his turn at all. He pulled away from her humping ass to guide his penis up her skirt, stopping when he felt her squishy pussy lips. He stroked himself along the outer labia, coating his head with her juices. "Please be gentle," Jessica whispered, as she felt him lining up for entry. Michael gave a little push, but could not make his way in. He knew she had to be lubricated enough from all the juices that were freely flowing from her pussy. He pressed in a little harder and felt her muscles at the entrance relax to let the tip of his penis peek in. He pulled out a little and applied just a bit more pressure and this time, her lips enveloped the full head. She was so tight it was unbelievable. He stayed like that a moment, trying to compose himself. It would be a shame if he came right then. Jessica could feel every move Michael made. Now that a part of him was inside, she felt a deeper connection to him than she ever felt with him, with anyone, before. She recalled his smiles, his gentle ways, his silent strength and wondered if the quickening in her heart could be what love was meant to feel like. Michael drew back slightly, and she knew what she wanted to do. As he tentatively moved forward again, she pushed back with as much momentum as she could muster. A searing pain ripped through her core as he broke through her hymen and made it in halfway. Jessica closed her eyes and bit her lip, trying hard not to cry out. Michael knew what had been breached and hugged her from behind. "Why didn't you tell me?" he asked as he held on to her, not moving as her body shuddered in pain. "I wanted it to be you, Michael. Please make the pain go away." Michael started to move again, out a little, in a little more. She was so tight it was almost impossible to make any headway, but as he continued to move, he could feel her slowly relaxing. His fingers returned to her breasts to revive her nipples. The added stimulation brought forth more lubrication and she sighed contently as her pain slowly faded. Her pussy stretched to accommodate him as he finally buried his penis to the hilt. She moaned as he ground himself against the wall of her cervix. She felt so good, so filled up, and lost herself in her feelings of bliss. "Bloody whore! Shit fucking bitch! Don't you dare fucking enjoy any of this!" Darren's rage seemed to have reached a boiling point. It felt like his plan to humiliate her was becoming unravelled at the seams. The bitch was not supposed to enjoy herself. She was supposed to whine and beg and plead and get raped, not get romanced and feel loved and accepted! Pointing the gun at Jerry, who had been satisfied with just his hand, he snarled, "You, shove that dinky cock into her mouth. If it leaves before you cum, I will fucking blow it off!" Jerry needed no prompting. He had been waiting his turn and now he had all the right reasons. Taking the two steps forward, he grabbed Jessica's head and thrust his dick into her surprised mouth. She choked on the initial thrust, but was relieved that Jerry wasn't as long as Darren and Will. "I'm so close to cumming," Jerry exclaimed between thrusts, "Your lips are so fucking hot!" Michael felt a little intruded now that Jerry had joined in, but as Jerry stroked into her mouth, Michael could feel Jessica's pussy pulsing with the same beat and it turned him on. Now that her pussy was sufficiently stretched, he could move freely. Grabbing her waist for support, he sawed in and out with increasing ferocity. Jessica nearly dropped Jerry's penis, gasping at the new intense sensation. "Yeah bitch, suck and fuck them both. Your boss and your fucking hero!" Michael got really turned on by the scene, and motioned Tania to squat before him. Tania approached apprehensively, afraid of this Darren that she didn't know, but somehow knew that he wouldn't harm her. His rage and passion was directed to the redhead elf. What was she to him? Just an easy target? She assumed her position before his exposed cock and inhaled it violently, the way he liked it. That brought forth a groan of pleasure, the first sound of happiness since this crazy ordeal started. She was his sanctuary where he could relax and forget all things that made him upset. When they met in the bar the month before, she had known that he needed someone who could really understand his passions and desires, not some cock-teasing bitch prancing around in a slutty elf costume. She was the one that he really needed. All she had to do was to be the one he really wanted. Darren felt his anger dissipate ever so slowly with each loud slurp from Tania. She gave fucking good head, he thought, and she was amazing in bed too. None of the canned responses or lame excuses about virginity or being tired, she loved to fuck and suck all day and she was good at it. Things would have been so much better if Jessica was like that. He loved the way she looked, like a tiny pixie to his towering height. Fuck that pixie; all she ever did was to push him away. But that led him to Tania, and that couldn't be a bad thing. Tania's tongue ran up along the underside of his throbbing cock, sending shivers up his spine. God he loved it when she did that. Opening wide, she swallowed him whole, his cockhead extending into her throat. Fucking amazing Tania, you're fucking amazing. His gun arm was getting tired from being extended for so long, and he switched over to his left hand so he could run his hand through her short blonde hair. She reminded him of Reese Witherspoon with her short chin-length hair, curled out at the tips. She was so beautiful and so eager to please. His blonde goddess danced about his cock, making him forget everything. She was like a drug that sent him into a blissful state of delirium that he couldn't get out of, and couldn't get enough of. Jessica had climaxed twice already. Her initial trepidation had been resolved and she now fully enjoying the undivided attention of her two men. She flicked her tongue around the head of Jerry's cock every time he thrust in, sending him into spasms of pleasure. Jerry knew he would not last much longer. Jessica's talented mouth was too much for him. He jerked his head back with a loud cry as he released his semen into her hot mouth. He tasted different, Jessica mused as she spread his cum around the tip of his cock. It was equally salty, but there was something else about the aftertaste that didn't taste quite so bad. She spat it out regardless, she wasn't about to swallow it. Jerry sank to the floor, happily spent. Michael could feel the pressure building in his balls. Jessica's hot juicy pussy was too tight and too wonderful for him to hold back any longer. He contemplated depositing his seed in her, but at the last second decided otherwise. Pulling out with a gasp, he released stream after stream of sticky cum on her pale white ass. She turned around and hugged him, feeling his hardness between them. They shared their first kiss, tentative at first, then violent and passionate. It was like they had been on a long journey through many ordeals to finally come home to the one they loved. "Fucking beautiful," Darren remarked drily. He pushed Tania aside, and levelled the gun at Michael. "Now lover boy, what've you got to say?" "I say," Michael replied coolly. "I hope you enjoy jail." Darren whirled around to see four officers moving in, guns drawn and pointing at him. Fuck, when had they shown up? "Drop the gun and put your hands behind your head!" the leading officer bellowed. He briefly contemplated running, but knew he wouldn't be able to get far. The final curtain had been raised and he knew there was no escaping this. He let the gun roll off his trigger finger to clatter noisily to the floor. "Kick it over!" the officer continued, and Darren complied. A second officer retrieved the gun as the first one grabbed Darren and twisted his arm behind his back, whipping out his handcuffs. As the cold steel wrapped around Darren's wrists, he hung his head. The game was over, and he had lost. He turned back over his shoulder to see Michael and Jessica hugging quietly. Jessica's mascara streaked face now radiant with a smile she never once gave him. His damn little pixie. Fucking cocktease. He continued to curse her under his breath as he was escorted out. The second officer carted Kelly and Tania away, while the last two roused Will after cuffing him. Michael grabbed a jacket from a nearby rack and wrapped Jessica up in it. The paramedics had entered the scene now that it was clear of gunmen. Wordlessly, Michael and Jessica tidied themselves up, followed the paramedics out gripping each others' hands. Jerry wisely picked himself up off the floor and hid his penis back into his slacks. He wondered if Jessica would be inclined, or even coerced, to give him another blowjob while on the job, after all, there were still 2 weeks left to Christmas. Thank you for reading this story. I'd love to receive feedback, and if you like this, please vote for it.