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Blurb
This Christmas, Santa discovers it’s nice to be naughty.
Recent university grad Matt Glaser may not have the Santa Claus beard or belly, but when it comes to earning extra holiday cash, it's a case of 'ho ho ho, let's start the show'—he loves his red suit like a reindeer loves carrots. This potential client, though—classy, curvy Eleanor Danforth—seems more interested in checking out his butt than his references. And two grand for a private party? Oy vey, Prancer, something's not kosher about this particular Vixen. She's not one to be denied, though. When the interview takes a carnal turn, he finds he’s unexpectedly eager to satisfy the demanding older woman.
Wearing the provocative costume supplied by his employer, Matt arrives at the Danforths’ swanky apartment to discover he’s been cast as the emcee for Eleanor’s intimate gathering. His duties include managing a pair of scantily-clad blond elves, distributing decadent treats to guests who’ve been good, and meting out punishments to the naughty. Meanwhile, the mistress of the house has a Christmas gift especially for him—one made of silicon and leather straps, which requires plenty of lube. Ho ho ho, Matt! It's going to be a very merry Christmas indeed.
Excerpt (Explicit)
Her office—Eleanor Danforth, Private Investment Consultant—turned out to be on the fifteenth floor of a vintage, pre-Depression-era brick building. With her champagne blond bob, pearl earrings and tailored suit, Mrs. Danforth had a vintage quality, too. She’d risen to her feet when I entered, giving me the chance to admire her classic features and ample curves. I guessed she was in her early fifties, but she might have been older. Wealth offers tremendous benefits in terms of physical preservation. In any case, she projected a natural authority that made me feel like I was back in high school. I stood in front of her desk with my hands clasped behind my back, as though I’d been sent to the principal for some infraction.
She’d waved me to a chair. “Thank you for coming, Mr. Glaser. May I call you Matt?”
“Sure. No problem.”
“I know this is rather short notice, but I decided at the last minute to throw a party for my husband. A small, intimate party for a few of our closest friends.”
Her emphasis made me squirm in my chair.
“And given the season, I thought it would be great fun to have a Santa and a few elves.” She’d licked her red-painted lips and looked me up and down. “You seem to have the basic qualifications, though I would have preferred someone with a bit more muscle.”
“I’m strong,” I’d objected. “I can bench press a hundred pounds—”
She’d made a gesture of dismissal, her manicured nails a flash of crimson. “Never mind. You have something of a bookish look, but I’ve always been attracted to nerds. Still, I’d appreciate your removing your shirt, just to be sure.”
“What?”
Perhaps that was the moment when I should have left.
Now it seemed to be too late.
I stood in the middle of the swanky office, bare-chested, my form-fitting underwear betraying my state of helpless arousal. My cock hardened further when my prospective employer rose from her ergonomic chair and circled me on her designer heels, assessing me like some prize bull.
Her perfume tickled my nostrils, a delicate mix of gardenia and musk. “Lovely,” she crooned in my ear, giving my butt cheeks a firm squeeze. I jumped at the unexpected contact, while blood surged into my dick. “Clothes don’t do you justice, Matt. You’re delicious.”
“Um—thank you, ma’am.” The honorific seemed natural.
Her laugh was like silver bells tinkling. “Oh, I like that! Ma’am! Young people these days so rarely show any respect.” She grasped the waistband of the briefs and peeled them down to expose both my ass and my raging cock. “This hard-on, though—that’s not exactly respectful.”
“I—I can’t help it, ma’am.”
Capturing my aching dick in her fist, she stroked the shaft once or twice. I gritted my teeth, trying desperately not to embarrass myself further.
“Yes, I think you’re perfect for the job. But just to make sure…”
Releasing my cock, she hiked herself onto the desk. I let out the breath I’d been holding, then gasped again as she raised her skirt and spread her thighs to display her bare, plump-lipped pussy.
“Your boner suggests that you find me attractive, or at least stimulating. So show me how much you like me.”
“Ma’am?” I knew what she wanted. I just couldn’t quite believe it.
“Roll that chair over here, between my legs, and lick my pussy, my little Santa. Use that sensitive, intellectual mouth of yours to make me come.”
Slick, vermilion folds beckoned, twitching and fluttering around the shadowy hole at her center. As I scooted closer, I noticed droplets of sex juice gathering on the inner surfaces, swelling until they broke and dribbled onto the desk. Her clit was shiny, swollen, cherry-red. A rich, complex odor rose from her cunt, earth and ocean mixed. My dick pulsed in my lap as I breathed her in. What I really wanted was to sink my rod deep into that fragrant wetness. But I knew that I’d have to earn that privilege.
I glanced up at her handsome face.
She winked at me. “What are you waiting for?” Using both hands, she opened herself wide. “Eat me!”
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