Christmas Special 1

The Christmas party gets hotter than expected

Snow crunches under my shoes.

“Why did I wear high heels in the first place?” I mutter to myself.

“Well, because the snowstorm came unexpectedly,” replies my marketing CEO Jonas. He holds my arm and makes sure I don't slip on the cobblestones of Frankfurt's old town. I feel my big breasts touching his arm.

“We're almost there,” he says with shining eyes.

I look at a small, quaint restaurant. The snowstorm has been swirling snowflakes through the icy air for hours. A thick, soft layer of snow covers the centuries-old slate roof and shutters. Warm light shimmers through the leaded windows.

Inside the inn, I am greeted by a cozy warmth. In the corner, a fireplace crackles, its flames reflected in the ice flowers on the window.

“Hey, are we the only ones at the company Christmas party?” I ask Jonas, somewhat puzzled.

He looks at his cell phone in alarm.

“No! We're an hour early!”

“Jonas!”

At first, I want to get mad at him. But then I hear the crackling of the fireplace and realize how much I've missed this cozy atmosphere.

Out of the corner of my eye, I see the sign “Guest room available.”

“I have an idea what we can do with the free hour.”

Jonas leans down to me: “Give me a moment!”

The wooden floor creaks under his shoes as he turns the corner. There it is, the reception desk.

An older, friendly-looking woman smiles at him.

“I'd like a room – for one night.”

“Unfortunately, I only have one room left. The largest room, with a whirlpool and fireplace.”

“Perfect. Please prepare the fireplace and whirlpool,” he says calmly and slides his credit card across the open-pored wood of the reception desk.

A few minutes later, Jonas comes back to me beaming with joy.

“I've organized something nice for us,” he grins as he takes my hand and pulls me into the hallway.

He leads me to the second floor of the hotel. He holds a thick golden key ring in his hand in front of the door. ‘Suite’ is engraved in golden serifs.

“Jonas,” I whisper excitedly.

In front of the fireplace lies a soft, white, fluffy faux fur rug.

“Come on, take your clothes off, Heidi!”

Lust shoots through my body. My labia swell. I stand in front of the fireplace and let my black skirt slide down. Then I take off my gold top, my large breasts falling out. When I take off my panties, a long string of pussy juice stretches between my panties and my labia.

“On all fours, Heidi!” Jonas orders.

I obey him, my face burning from the heat of the fireplace. I arch my back and present my buttocks.

Jonas slowly walks around me and looks me over.

“Good girl, Heidi. It looks like your throbbing pussy needs to be filled!”

“Yes. Please,” I moan.

He kneels behind me and starts to fuck my wet pussy with two fingers.

“Awwwwww. Yes, give it to me!”

Suddenly, my cell phone rings. It's my boss calling.

“Go on, answer it, Heidi!”

“What, I'm supposed to answer it while I'm being fingered?” flashes through my mind.

I arch my back to present my pulsating and shiny labia to my marketing CEO Jonas. Right now, two slightly curved fingers are in my throbbing slit.

The display still shows “Boss.”

“Come on, answer it!” Jonas says sternly.

I have to suppress a moan.

“Heidi Bauer,” I reply curtly.

Perhaps also in the hope that the caller will say, "Oh, Ms. Bauer, I've slipped away. You know me and technology. Oh, we'll see each other at the company Christmas party anyway. Enjoy the hour until then. Bye!“

But no such luck!

”Ms. Bauer. Let's get started. With your ideas for the pitch for the big new client next week."

Fuck! In all the excitement of Christmas, I forgot that I have a preliminary meeting for an important pitch today.

My pussy is smacking. Suddenly, he pushes three fingers between my labia.

Heat rises inside me. I don't know if it's the excitement, the heat from the fireplace, or the horniness because my pussy is being fingered. It's probably a combination of all three.

I feel like a melting pot in which every conceivable emotion is merging.

I look to the right and see thick snowflakes floating through the icy night. The snowstorm seems to have subsided a little.

“Ms. Bauer,” my boss's voice snaps me out of my thoughts.

“Now you have to deliver, Heidi! But I don't really want to stop being fingered. What should I do now?” flashes through my mind.

“Jonas is such an ass!” I think to myself.

I turn to him to show him that he can't just make my pussy smack now.

His only reaction is a diabolical smile.

“He's not without his charms. Be careful with him,” an inner voice tells me, “but he's also hellishly hot. Well, hellish, that is!”

Pressure creates counterpressure. He can have that. I look at him dominantly and point my outstretched index finger at a spot below my lap. He immediately understands what to do.

Obediently, he lies down on his back on the floor. His face is right under my pussy.

So now I'm going to get some peace and quiet. I sit down on his face.

He understands that he must not make a sound now.

Now to the boss. Of course, it's bad that I didn't prepare myself.

I feel my pussy getting wetter and wetter. My labia are throbbing.

“What do I do now? I'm completely unprepared!” flashes through my mind.

But it's just a preliminary meeting. So we should ask ourselves the right questions first.

“I've thought about it deeply. But I believe that when you're so deeply immersed in a topic and so well prepared… Yes, then an outside perspective is essential. Quite simply, to identify the key aspects,” I say as I glaze the face of our marketing CEO with my pussy juice.

“Hmmm,” I hear from my boss.

“In short, please put yourself in the position of the company's customer. What is most important to them in the broad service portfolio?”

“You're right, Ms. Bauer. That's a good approach. So I think...”

And he talks and talks. Oh, wonderful.

I press the mute button on my cell phone and sit down on Jonas's thick cock. I ride him. Viscous, semi-transparent white threads decorate his cock as I cum on him.

I'm coming. My thighs are trembling. Jonas hammers his cock into my wet pussy.

Suddenly: silence. The boss has stopped his monologue.

“Fuck!”

Now I have to pull myself together.

Take a deep breath. Inhale. Pause. Calm down. Exhale slowly. Press mute.

“And what exactly does that mean? If you go into more depth here?” I ask, trying my best.

“Hmm, yes. I like that approach.”

Bingo. The monologue continues.

Press mute.

“Now it's your turn! Come on, fill my pussy. Pump it full!” I say as I ride his cock harder than I have in a long time.

Jonas grabs my bouncing tits, pulls me a little closer to him so that my breasts are almost thrown into his face. He fucks my throbbing pussy like a machine and shoots all his juice into me. He doesn't stop squirting. He pumps me full.

“Ms. Bauer, everyone's here. Where are you? The marketing CEO isn't here either. Oh look, they even have the fireplace on. We're waiting for you.”

Quick, now! I get dressed. Jonas hurries.

And about a minute and a half later, I sit down with my colleagues.

“Oh, Ms. Bauer, you look so healthy. It must be the fireplace.”

Suddenly, I realize that I'm not wearing any panties. His load is still inside me. But I'm slowly leaking out.

To make matters worse, the boss says, “I thought we'd lighten the mood before we choose our meal. How about a round of pantomime? Oh, Ms. Bauer, you start.” He points to the crackling fireplace.

“What am I going to do now? I can't leak while all my colleagues are staring at me, can I?”