Santa’s Been A Naughty Boy by Jessica Knight

An office full of women are gagging for some festive fun but not eveybody believes in Father Christmas. Luckily for them, Santa doesn't take it personally and arrives with a sack full of goodies and some good times for one particularly bad girl.

I stopped believing in Santa Claus a long time ago. No adult gets excited by some hairy old man in a red outfit. I work in public relations and that means the office is full of women, all waiting for any excuse for a major festive piss up. Instead of the usual office party we voted to do a more sophisticated Christmas lunch thing this year instead. Mainly because it meant we’d be out of the office by midday and be too drunk to return in the afternoon. So off we all went in a train of taxis to this trendy new restaurant in town. After a few hours of good food and great champagne we were starting to resemble a very excitable bunch of schoolgirls. Then the lights were dimmed, Shirley Bassey’s ‘Hey Big Spender’ blasted from the speakers and our Managing Director got up and shouted “This is for all your hard work, enjoy it, it’s gonna be the only Santa any of you lot are gonna get your hands on!” and with that three Father Christmases appeared and jumped on one of the long dining tables.

These guys looked nothing like the Santa Claus I remembered. Golden oiled bodies with muscles I’d only ever seen in the gym. They gyrated, thrusted and shook all their bits in time to the music, as their outfits flew into the audience. As they revealed more and more of themselves, I suddenly realised that one of them was my neighbour. I’d only seen him a few times, as he’d only moved in a couple of weeks ago but I was sure it was him. I’ve never heard such dirty comments coming from a group of girls before. The chants of “Get ‘em off” came to a peak and soon the strippers were down to red thongs and big black boots.

As their sexy Santa routine came to an end, we applauded and whooped for ages, while making comments about it being a shame that we never saw buttocks like that every day and which one of them was the sexiest or you’d most like to shag. We didn’t just get to look; some of us even got a quick feel or a peck on the cheek, as they went round with their bags of goodies. I made sure I was sat on the side of the room my neighbour was entertaining. Sure enough he wondered round to me and I said, “Can I rummage in your sack Santa”, it took a second but then he recognised me and turned the colour of his thong. He tried to stammer some sort of explanation as I digged deep for my present but I silenced him completely with a wink while saying “Nice g-string Mr. Adams”.

I wondered downstairs, where another party was taking place, to find a toilet. Women’s toilets no matter how many there are, always have a queue at them. So I sat down at a deserted table and opened my little gift from my stripping friend. It was a stress ball in the shape of a cow and when you squeezed it, it mooded. A fairly ridiculous thing but it amused me for a while with the squeezing and the animal noises. “I think you’d better stop that or I’m calling the RSPCA”. I looked up and saw my neighbour, now fully clothed.

“Really, and what do you and Rudolf get up to in the summer months.” He raised his eyebrows and sighed, then sat down.

“I do this for extra cash at Christmas time, when the work’s a bit slow. There’s not much dance work around if you don’t like doing panto”.

“Oh you don’t have to explain really, I just didn’t realise my next door neighbour was such a stud. I would’ve been round for that cup of sugar a lot earlier if I’d know”, and I said this while stifling a laugh.

“You’d better watch it, next time you lock yourself out, I’m going to make you strip for those spare set of keys. Do you want a lift home?”

“Yeah that’ll be great, it seems the party’s dying upstairs, judging by the lack of noise from up there.”

We made our way across London in Tom’s battered old Morris Minor. This was the first time we’d had a conversation for more than ten minutes, without standing in the hallway. He was a nice guy; funny, in a sarcastic sort of way and attractive with one of those black and white movie type faces, all-square jaw line and dark eyes. Pulling up at the house, he asked me in for a drink and as I was now sobering up, felt a cup of tea was definitely needed. His house had the same feel as mine, all wood floors and cool coloured walls and I quickly made myself comfortable in one of his huge leather armchairs. The next few hours disappeared in a continuous flow of tea and endless episodes of ‘Ready Steady Cook’ on satellite.

I woke up with my head on the armrest and a blanket wrapped around one leg. Thinking I must have just dozed off in front of the tv, I made my way upstairs, peeling off my clothes as I went. A great feeling of relief came over me as I slid into bed, the chunky duvet over my body, knowing I was finally in my favourite place, bed. I didn’t fall asleep; instead I kept dreaming and dozing, images of Roman orgies appeared, women sandwiched between two big centurions, getting every whole filled with hugh fat cocks, toga clad statesmen being ridden by serving girls, as they stuffed their faces with grapes and naked bodies dipping in and out of the bright blue waters of the pool. I could feel my cunt throbbing and stroked my pussy lips. I imagined myself at the orgy, being massaged by one of the wenches, her tiny hands caressing my naked body with small hard strokes, rubbing the oils deep into my skin, making me feel light headed with their aroma.

My fingers dipped into my hot hole and so in my dream did the woman’s fingers. As she massaged my breasts with one hand, her fingers slid in and out of my cunt, making my juices ooze. I rubbed my hard little clit, commanding the serving woman to tongue my cunt and she did. I wriggled my pussy in her face, making sure she got in deep, tasting every inch of my honey pot. What I really wanted now was some cock, some hard dick to fill me up and make me cum. Thinking it was the right time to get my dildo working, I opened my eyes to find Tom stood at the end of the bed with a hard on. For a second I couldn’t believe my eyes, what was going on, why was Tom in my bedroom? “Why….what are you doing here?”

“What d’you mean, this is my bed, you got into my bed”. I looked round the room and didn’t recognise a thing. Slowly it came back to me, I hadn’t fallen asleep in my house but in Tom’s!

I couldn’t think what to say, so my embarrassment spoke for me. “Sorry, it seems I’ve made your hard on disappear”.

“I was actually getting out of bed to give you some privacy, all that moaning and groaning, woke me up.”

“It’s not every day you have a woman masturbating in your bed I suppose, I think you handled it quite well under the circumstances”.

“Why thank you. What happens now?”

“Well I was about to find my dildo. Maybe you’ll be happy to satisfy me instead”.

Tom laughed and then jumped on the bed. “You’d better make me hard then”. He scrambled up the bed and straddled my chest. I took his dick in my mouth and worked on getting it hard again, running my tongue around the head and wanking it. It didn’t take long; I soon felt his cock fill my mouth and tasted his salty pre-cum.

“Come on then,” I said “What you waiting for, fill my juicy cunt Santa.” I parted my pussy lips and fingered my wet hole in anticipation.

“Only if you’re been a good girl”.

“Oh no, I’ve been a very bad girl, Santa.”

“In that case I’ll have to spank you first, get on your hands and knees”. I obeyed and the first slap really stung but after that it was good, my buttocks felt hot and rude.

“Can I have it now, from behind?”

It didn’t take long for Tom to oblige. He kissed my sore butt cheeks and ran his tongue over my snatch. I felt his fat head rub against my pussy lips and his finger circled my arsehole. Slowly he pushed his cock into my cunt and grabbed my hips and began to pump. He gave it to me hard and fast, his bollocks banging against my pussy. He reached forward and grabbed my tits, tweaking my nipples, as I fingered my clit. His dick reached deep into my fucked hole and I couldn’t take much more, I screamed as my cunt pulsed and my juices soaked his cock. He pulled out and I looked behind to see him wanking hard. “Spunk on my arse”, I said as I wiggled my cheeks. Sure enough I had warm cum spurting onto my right buttock. I hope next year’s office party ends with such a big bang.