Mistlehoe

Chapter 6 - Bad Santa Chris

'Cole, please call me back when you get this message.' I was beyond irritated that he had flaked on work.

Again.

Pinching the bridge of my nose, I try to think of anything but wringing my son's neck.

Not long ago, he sent me a message that Holly or Gloria could probably cover for him.

Little did the shithead know that Gloria was at school, Holly was already at the store, and Holly had been slaving away all morning in the kitchen.

We had a massive Christmas order for a corporation, meaning thousands of gifts had to be created and sent in a few weeks.

'Let me guess.

Cole taking advantage again?' Jack asks as we walk back to the shop.

We've just come from using the gym at Peppers.

'I'm at my wit's end.

He just doesn't fucking care.' As I puff out a breath of air, I see the condensation create a fleeting, misty cloud.

'So, what are you going to do?' Jack picks up the pace and starts jogging through the bitter chill.

'Who the fuck knows.' I flail my arms in front of me dismissively.

'And what about Holly? How is she working out?' He waggles his eyebrows in my direction.

My predilections over my son's ex-girlfriend have only intensified since being so close to her in the kitchen.

It's gotten so maniacal that, at one point, I even envisioned it was her on her knees the other night when Candy was servicing my candy cane.

That's a whole different kettle of fish in itself.

I've tasted Candy, and I am nowhere near satiated.

Sighing, I shrug, 'Holly is amazing in every way, but she isn't mine and can never be mine, so there's no point even entertaining those thoughts anymore.' My shoulders deflate, as does my heart.

'So, you going to give mystery girl another twirl?'

I told Jack all about my steamy evening with Candy.

I swear I think I've chaffed my cock to the thoughts of her and Holly.

I've successfully turned into a sex-crazed fiend where I need to jerk off at least twice a day to control my impulses and urges.

Where Holly is sweet, chaste, and innocent, Candy is sinful and sexy.

Both together would be a lethal combination.

The difference between Holly and Candy is that you marry someone like Holly, you fuck the shit out of someone like Candy.

'Jesus, I want to.

I'm waiting for her to accept the fantasy I put in.' I uploaded a new desire last night when I couldn't take another wank between thinking about her and Holly together.

'You dirty, dirty man.' I just wink and laugh.

If he only knew.

Because of the heat of the moment, I didn't get to explore Candy's ass as much as I would have liked, so this time, I made sure the fantasy focused right on her lush, pert derriere.

I hope she likes a Dirty Santa because that's precisely what I intend to do to her.

I want to lather her ass with all things trifle, like whipped cream, custard, jelly, and fruit, and eat her out from behind.

As we walk through the back door, I feel a twitch in my left calf that turns into a full-blown spasm.

Getting old has its downfalls.

I don't feel old, but it's times like these that remind me of my age.

'Son of a bitch.' I start to wobble.

Bending over in half, the searing ache takes over.

'What?' Jack jerks in my direction.

'My fucking leg.'

The cramp is crippling and doesn't seem like it's going to stop anytime soon.

'Go and wait in my office.' He heads off in one direction while I go in another.

The pain is almost debilitating as I hobble to the kitchen to grab a bottle of water.

I know this episode has come on because I went too hard at the gym and haven't had enough water today.

Opening the door, I expect to see the kitchen bustling, with pots and pans rattling and clinking.

What I don't expect to see is the most tantalising ass presented to me like a perfect peach, turning off one of the ovens.

It's downright fuckable, and immediately my thoughts swirl about how my handprint would look on it or how it would shudder when I stick my tongue right down the middle.

Momentarily, I forget that the owner of this ass is one of my employees.

Whoever it is must be out of underwear because they're wearing a minuscule orange G-string that is being gobbled up in their crack.

It's hot as fuck, and I want to snap it right off.

My balls hang heavy in my workout shorts, threatening to explode.

I go to rearrange my cock so my hardness isn't noticeable, but I'm not sure it does much good because it's throbbing at the sight.

Squinting, I can see one of the plump cheeks has some sort of tattoo on it.

Taking one step closer but still quiet as a church mouse, I smirk at the blue cartoon snowman.

I must be losing it because staring at the ass of one of my employees is completely inappropriate.

It isn't until I see the ice blonde hair that I cough in realisation that this fuckable ass belongs to none other than my Holly.

With a high-pitched squeal, the breathtaking beauty whirls around.

When her hand flies to her chest, and her face goes ghostly white, I know I've scared her.

'Oh my goodness, Chris.' Her heart is accelerating if the thrum of the pulse in her neck is anything to go by.

'Sorry.' I feel sheepish, but I also feel flustered.

Thank fuck I can blame the beads of sweat on my forehead on my recent workout.

What I want to know is why she is wearing her candy striper dress in the kitchen.

'Why did you change?' I wince as I limp toward the fridge to grab a bottle of water.

I definitely need to cool down.

I’m all hot and bothered from imagining slamming my dick in her ass.

She wouldn't be able to sit down for days.

'Cole,' she mumbles.

My head snaps toward her.

'What about him?' I grit.

'He said he couldn't make it, so I thought I'd just work until close, then come back to the kitchen after and finish off the Christmas packs.' She shrugs as if it's no big deal.

My eyes soften at how thoughtful and accommodating she is.

'Sweetness, you're not doing that.

I will handle everything here.'

'But you were going to take the afternoon off?'

She's right, but not because I was going to do anything productive.

I wanted to prepare just in case Candy said she was free.

Spending another afternoon with Holly was going to test my will, but she was too irresistible.

There was this addictive quality about her that made me feel like I couldn’t get enough of her, ever.

'I'm staying.' Her eyes shone with joy, but her smile was a shy one.

'Okay.

Thank you.'

I'd finished the Christmas packs well before schedule, so I sent the junior home, knowing he wanted to be at some party rather than working.

After Holly assured me she wanted to stay for the extra pay, I told him it was okay to clock off.

Near to closing, I heard Holly turn the radio up.

'That is absolutely rigged,' she mutters to herself.

She sounds outraged, like whatever was mentioned was preposterous to even consider.

Even when she's mad, she's cute.

'What's rigged?' I call from the front of the store, walking toward her.

Her mass of white blonde waves are haphazardly tangled on top of her head, which makes her look undeniably sinful — like she has thrown it up after a hardcore fuck.

She flippantly waves her hand toward the offending speaker.

'They just said Die Hard was the number one Christmas movie.

I mean, can you believe that? Freaking Die Hard ! Pft.' I grin at the little Christmas movie Grinch.

Wanting to be playful and rile her up, I say the one thing she most certainly doesn't want to hear.

'Definitely my favourite Christmas movie.'

Her eyes bug in horror.

'Seriously? Seriously!' Her voice reaches a decibel I've never heard.

Fuck, she's adorable.

She is standing with her hands on her hips as if she's demanding an explanation from me.

As she taps her foot impatiently, her boots click-clacking on the wooden floors, I can see she's like a kettle waiting to boil over.

I'm eating it all up.

How can one woman be this flawless? There isn't a damn thing she could do that would make me think otherwise.

Nonchalantly leaning forward on the counter, I start a debate I know neither of us will agree on.

'Well, for one, it takes place during a Christmas party.'

'But…' She interrupts, placing her hands behind her neck in frustration.

'Uh, uh, uh.

You’ll get your turn.' I playfully chastise.

'There are Christmas decorations throughout the film, and last but not least, there are themes of redemption, family, and the spirit of giving, which, if I'm not mistaken, are often associated with the tradition of Christmas.'

She drops her head and shakes it in defeat, or at least I think it's defeat until she mockingly stares up at me.

'Chris, Chris, Chris.

I am disappointed.' 'Oh?' I cock my eyebrow, standing tall and folding my arms across my chest.

I don't miss how she fleetingly looks at my biceps, which are pretty decent considering my age.

'Oh dear indeed.

I hate to break it to you, but you are so, so, so wrong about Die Hard .' Holding up her hand, she sticks out her thumb as if she's about to school me.

'Firstly, the primary genre is an action thriller, which focuses on thwarting terrorists rather than traditional Christmas themes.' She sticks up a second finger.

'And secondly, there is no light-heartedness or family-friendly tones associated with cheery Christmas movies.' A third and final finger is raised.

'Lastly, it is so gritty.

It doesn't have any themes or even lessons relating to Christmas.' She shakes her head in haughty derision at me once again.

I chuckle at her cuteness.

'Let's agree to disagree.'

'Or…' She stretches the word out.

'You're wrong.' With a shrug of her shoulders in dismissiveness, she turns her attention back to counting the till.

I bark out in laughter at her sassiness.

God, she's gorgeous in every way.

Later that evening, after knocking back a brandy, I feel my cock throb as I sit on the edge of my lounge.

Every ounce of blood has made its way to the bulge in my pants.

It's excruciating.

It's still aching from earlier when I saw Holly bent over.

The only way to relieve the tension is to pop on some old and young porn and lower the zipper on my jeans.

Hearing the teeth of the zip brings me one step closer to jacking off.

When my jeans are lowered, and my cock pokes through the hole, I spit on my hand and rub my palm over the head.

It's purple and angry that it can't be inside a warm, tight, wet hole.

There's a bead of clear precum at the tip as I watch the pretty little blonde slut bend over the kitchen counter while her stepdaddy rails her from behind.

She's got the same shade of hair as Holly, and it's driving me mad.

My hand grips my length as I start viciously stroking from root to tip.

I squeeze it tighter when I notice the guy sort of looks like me.

He's around my age and has the same length of beard.

This could be Holly and I fucking.

I’m leaking as if I'm some pubescent prick, but fuck if I care.

As my hand glides down my length, I focus on her cunt getting destroyed, imagining it's Holly screaming my name.

When I see how wet the chick's slit is and how it stretches around the dude's dick, I wonder if I'd fit inside Holly's hole.

She's curvy but petite, which does my head in because I'm a big bloke and could dominate the hell out of her.

When the slutty stepdaughter asks her stepdaddy to fill her up, I feel my own cum start to spurt out.

Fuck, imagining Holly stuffed with my cock, filled to the brim, and having my creampie dribbling out of her, mixed with the surround sound of the slut on the TV, is sensory overload.

By the time I'm done, I'm a sticky mess and well and truly out of breath.

If I don't get these urges under control soon, I'm afraid I'm going to maul Holly at some point.

My cock hangs heavy as I slump back into the lounge.

I'm too tired to move and clean up right this second, so instead, I reach for my phone to check my notifications.

One new one from Mistlehoe.

Eagerly flicking open the notification, I see that CandyForYourCane has accepted my request.

Halle-fucking-lujah.

I quickly organise the same place and time for tomorrow and send some cash through the Mistlehoe app for her to get the ingredients.

This time, I want to walk in and see my feast laid out in front of me.

I know logistically that might be a little difficult, but I've got faith in her that she can whip something up creatively.

We've also agreed that the masks stay on and that if we're both feeling the chemistry after that, we'd take them off.

To say today has been gruelling is a severe understatement.

Our milk order didn't arrive, so that meant fewer coffee and hot chocolate orders.

Plus, Cole decided to show up at work and be as insufferable as one can be.

Holly was rostered off, so I didn't even have her angelic presence to calm me, and to top it off, the day seemed to drag on forever.

There are two hours to go until Candy and I meet again.

Two slow, long, torturous, have-the-clocks-stopped hours to wait until I eat out Candy's ass.

When it’s time to meet, I take a long lungful of breath to tame the wild beast.

I almost forget to slip on my Santa hat and red mask to disguise my identity.

Given that she is going to be lying on her front, I guess I don’t need either of them as she can’t see me, but I didn't want to break my promise to her.

The hat would come off eventually, but I'd leave my mask on as long as possible.

Just beyond the door, I hear the softest humming as she sings along to the Christmas tunes she has playing.

It’s Santa Baby by that Mariah Carey wannabe—Ariana, someone.

I like the song, but I’m a Mariah Carey fan and prefer All I Want For Christmas Is You .

While I’m keyed up to get in there, I have to admit tonight feels less nerve-racking.

It is like we both are comfortable enough to let our guard down a little and just enjoy some Christmas depravity.

Tonight is going to be fucking out of this world.

Yippee-ki-yay, motherfucker to me.

As I twist the handle, I hear her squeal under her breath.

She's as into this idea as I am, which relieves me.

When I step through the door, I almost weep on my knees, thanking God for the sight before me.

There are towels spread across the bed, and on top is the most delectable treat I've ever seen.

Candy is splayed on her front, and her booty is in the air, covered in all sorts of deliciousness.

She looks like a deconstructed pavlova or trifle, and it's divine.

There is whipped cream, custard, and sprinkles, along with strawberries and blueberries plastered on her ass.

I know instantly this will be the best dessert I've ever had.

This woman is utterly captivating, and I can't help but wonder more about her.

She's fairly younger than me, which I already knew from her bio, but her body definitely tells the same facts.

She's tiny and tight but not overly thin.

She has the most salivating softness to her.

She's someone's daughter.

She could be my daughter.

I wonder what led her to Mistlehoe.

I wonder if she's every bit the sultry vixen she is in real life.

She's too sweet and sinful, and I can't pinpoint what she must do for a job for the life of me.

Does she work, or is she still studying? I'm curious to know if her friends know what she's doing or if her family is wondering where she is right about now.

I want to delve much deeper into Candy, but that's against the rules for now.

I take a deep breath and can already smell her arousal.

It's heady and makes my mouth water.

Aside from the mess on her ass, the room is relatively clean.

On the floor, there's a nondescript white plastic bag with empty cartons and rubbish, and her clothes are neatly folded on the chair.

I can't see what she was really wearing, but if I were to hazard a guess, it would be jeans and a plain jumper.

Today, she's totally naked.

Her back, from the look of it, is velvety smooth and reminds me of the rich white chocolate we serve at the store.

Instead of her hair down, she has it up in a messy bun, telling me she's completely relaxed in my presence.

On her ears are little snowflake earrings, and of course, she's wearing a red mask that I can see is clasped at the back of her bun.

Her head, which is resting on her forearms, serenely turns to the side, and I immediately smile.

'Hi Noel with the big pole.' Her pouty lips are glossed in cherry red lipstick, which is a nice little touch for Christmas.

It also has me thinking how much I'd like her mouth to stain my cock again.

I take a moment to bathe in her beauty.

I'm choked up.

'Candy, you're my every dream brought to life, honey.' It comes out rougher than I intended, but I can't help it.

Her body is sinful.

She's a tiny thing but has curves in all the right places.

Hips that I could hold onto and be a little rough with.

Generous breasts that are more than a handful.

And that ass.

She could turn a saint into a sinner.

Plump.

Ripe.

Juicy.

Jiggly. It was made to be eaten.

My words make her wiggle, and my eyes are instantly glued to her ass as it wobbles.

'I've been looking forward to this.' She bites her lip, and it's so sensual.

I wish I could have recorded it so I could look at it over and over.

'Me too, sugar.

That's all I've been thinking about all day.'

My cock is begging me to let him free.

I honestly think I'm going to stab a hole through my jeans if I don't release it soon.

It feels like a jackhammer trying to hammer its way through metal.

'I can see.' Her eyes lower down to my cock, which is pressing painfully against the material.

'Touch yourself, Noel.

Make it feel good before you make me feel good.' Her breathy voice makes me rock hard even more than I already am.

Listening, I kick my shoes off and whip my jeans down.

Once they're gone, so is my shirt.

Standing naked in all my glory, my hand wraps around my length, and I squeeze.

I tilt my head back when I hear Candy moan.

'I forgot how big you were,' she mewls as she slides a hand between her legs.

'I never knew how much I wanted to try a Dirty Santa until you put it online, and now it's all I can think about.' Her mews are soft and sweet and remind me of Holly for some reason, but there is no chance in hell Holly would ever think about doing something like this.

I could only imagine the disgust if she found out what a perverted freak I am.

My length is pulsing and practically bursting at the seams.

I need to fuck the shit out of this woman and do every dirty, filthy, disgusting, sexually deviant thing as possible — starting with her ass.

'Baby, have you ever had your ass eaten before?'

She shakes her head.

The only sound I can hear is how wet she is as she glides her fingers in and out of her slit.

'Are you ready?' 'Yes,' she gasps.

Her body is practically vibrating,

'Stop touching yourself then, Candy.

Your cunt and ass are mine.' I stalk toward the bed and crash down on my knees.

I know I'll be limping tomorrow, but tonight will be all worth it, and that'll be all the medicine I need to make me feel better.

Her hand reappears as she pops her fingers in her mouth, sucking off her juices.

I groan and close my eyes momentarily.

She will be the death of me.

I find myself in a conundrum because I seem to want two completely different women: one sweet and chaste and one exciting and adventurous.

Both equally turn me on.

'Aren't you worried your beautiful beard is about to get ruined?' she coos, chancing a glance at me.

Her eyes are pale blue and mesmerising.

Today, they're stormy, like a cloud of lust has taken over them.

Smoothing my hands on the outside of her soft thighs, I grin wickedly.

'That makes it all the more fun.

I can't wait to motorboat you, sweetheart.

When I'm done, I'm hoping you'll want to taste yourself again?' There's hope in my voice, which thankfully is reciprocated with her slight nod.

As my hands glide up and down her smooth body, goosebumps rise to the surface of her skin.

'Good, baby.

Now turn your head to the front while I fuck your ass with my tongue.'

I can't wait to be a dirty bastard with her.

Licking.

Sucking.

Smacking.

Biting.

She dutifully obeys, resting her head on her elbows.

I take the Santa hat off when I know she isn't looking.

The mask might get in the way, too, so I contemplate how to get around this hindrance.

There's no other option but to remove it.

'Candy Cane, is it okay if I take my mask off? I promise I'll put it back on once I'm done.'

She contemplates my simple ask by biting her lower lip.

As I patiently wait, I revel in how she responds to my touch.

She goes lax as I continue to stroke inside her thighs.

'Yeah, that's fine.

Not like I can see your face, or you can see mine.'

With her verbal go-ahead, I rip it off my face and place it beside my knees.

I can't wait anymore.

I can't promise to be gentle, either.

Bending forward, I spread her legs and shove three fingers inside her dripping pussy, rubbing her clit with my thumb.

Her legs stiffen as she cries out in ecstasy.

'Damn, you smell so fucking good, Candy,' I groan out while burying my nose near her slit.

Her breath hitches at the contact when I inhale and exhale a hot breath.

I shudder at how intoxicating she is and press a gentle kiss on her pussy lips.

Drawing back a touch, I see a bit of the dessert slide to the side of her hip.

Leaning forward, I lap it up and have my first taste of sugary sweetness.

As my fingers pump into her, I can feel her cum sliding down them.

Divine.

Pulling my head back a touch, I take in her mouthwatering curves, including her plump, ripe ass that is all decorated for me.

My eyes glide down to her feet, where a dainty anklet rests on her left foot.

It's gold and has mini-Christmas charms on it.

When I see her toes, I almost come on the spot.

Each one is painted blood red and has mini snowflakes on them.

They're adorably cute but sexy at the same time.

The sounds her cunt is making are obscene and make me feel like a God.

I twist my fingers inside her, feeling her walls and muscles contract around me.

I slide them in hard and fast, going so deep that I could probably fit my fist inside her if I tried.

Her legs shake as if she's been electrocuted.

'God, Noel, yes.' She extenuates her words deliriously.

I can't help but grunt.

'More, baby?' With practised ease, I curl my fingers inside of her, wanting, no, needing to find her g-spot.

I know I've found it when she starts screeching.

It's not like a banshee or like she's dying, but more like this is the most amount of pleasure she's ever received and it's music to my ears.

'I need your tongue.' She stiffens again as she tries to get the words out.

As you wish, my Candy.

When I dive back in this time, I remove my fingers and bury my head into her soaking cunt.

I suck her lips in my mouth before battering her clit with the tip of my tongue.

To keep her from moving and destroying my dessert, I grab hold of her hips to make sure she's firmly in place.

Her cunt is heaven.

It tastes sweet and melts on my tongue.

Wanting to get to the main course, which this evening is dessert, I lick a pathway from her slit to her asshole, making her squirm.

'Bite me.

Please bite me.' Her plea comes out ragged as she tries to thrash around.

I see her fists bunch the sheets as she tries to control the pressure and pleasure coursing through her body.

As I sink my teeth into one of the cushiony globes of her ass, licking the custard and cream as I go, she becomes wild.

I shake my head from side to side to increase her pleasure.

The dessert is delicious, but it's her ass that I'm craving.

Her taste consumes me.

Feeling her tight hole back there, actively rejecting my tongue, only makes me drive into her more.

'Yes.

Yes.

Oh God, Noel.'

My beard is saturated with her cum and the dessert.

It'll need to be washed three or four times to get the stickiness out, but fuck if I care.

Her pussy and ass taste beyond this world.

I'm feral as I plunge my tip into her forbidden hole.

'Stop clenching.' I smack her hip lightly to reprimand her.

As I try again, there's resistance.

She's clearly never had any backdoor action, so I need to loosen her up.

'Princess, you're too tight.

Can I loosen you up with my fingers?' I shouldn't ask her mid-sex, knowing her mind is dazed and high on oxytocin, but I have this visceral need to finger her there.

'Yes.

I need it.

I need you,' she strangles out like a sex-starved, scrumptious little tart.

I spit on my fingers and spit right in between the crease of her cheeks, knowing that, combined with the custard and cream, she'll have enough lube.

It will likely sting as I enter, but I know she'll pop off like a shooting star when I reach the tight ring.

Being as careful as I can be, I insert my index finger first before making the executive decision.

I should probably go in two at a time to get it over and done with.

My middle finger joins in the pleasure of breaking through her barrier.

'Fuck.' We both say it at the same time.

Mine is because I've never felt something more perfect, and hers is because it probably stings.

She wriggles to acclimate to my fingers.

I'm knuckle-deep, so I know she's starting to feel the burn.

'Keep going, it's starting to feel good.' Her moans spur me on.

Once my thick fingers are easily sliding in and out of her, I lower my head again and go to town, licking and biting every inch of her ass and pussy.

'Your cunt is fucking incredible.' I lap up all her cream as if I'm a kitten.

'Feels…too…good.

Fuck…going to…come.' Her broken words spill from her mouth just as she gushes.

My mouth and chin are dripping, and it's only then I realise she's squirted.

She fucking squirted like a fire hose.

The rush of liquid slides down my body, and just when I think I can't be surprised anymore, she spurts again.

This time, I open my mouth and catch as much of the rainfall as possible.

"Again…again." I now know exactly what made her come so hard: it was my beard.

Rubbing the scratchy hair hard and fast across her clit set her off, so like the bad Santa I am, I do it again.

It takes a few more seconds for her to wail out.

With my coarse beard pressing on her button over and over and two fingers in her ass, I can, without a doubt, say that we're both in fucking heaven.

'You're such a good girl, aren't you, Candy? Such a sweet little thing for Santa.

I definitely think you're on his nice list this year.

Look how well you take my fingers in your ass.

You even squirted for me, baby.

Such a good girl,' I coo, which acts as a sedative as she floats back down from the last couple of minutes of coming.

When I feel her muscles relax and her body melts into the mattress, I go about worshipping the rest of her ass, swiping my tongue across it as I lick off all the dessert.

The strawberries and blueberries are tart, while the custard is overly sweet.

I appreciate that the cream is not as sweet, but the sprinkles are messy and go everywhere.

I can feel how sticky my beard is, so it's time to pop my mask back on and turn her over so I can kiss her.

I'll finish cleaning her up after.

When the mask is secured to my head, I run my hands up her spine, giving her a mini massage.

'Turn over, baby.

You need to taste how fucking delicious you are.'

As I lean on top of her, she twerks her ass up, brushing it against my rigid length.

Her little cries tell me she's still horny and in a lustinduced state.

Wriggling underneath me, she flips to her back.

'Can you put it in me for just a second? I want to lick myself off you when you come in my mouth.'

Shock must register across my face as my arms try to hold themselves up as I stare down at this vixen.

'That's not a part of the plan tonight, baby.' I remind her.

'I know…I just want to feel your cock i nside me.

I think I might die if you don't put it in my pussy.

Please.' She begs, her magnetic eyes behind the mask encapsulating me.

Again, I can't help but feel like we've crossed paths before.

Perhaps she's come into the store.

Who am I kidding? I want my cock inside her cunt more than anyone.

The last of my control evaporates when she takes hold of my length.

It's swollen and angry that it hasn't had any attention tonight.

As she gifts me a syrupy smile, I know there isn't anything I'd deny this angel if she asked.

If she wants my cock, she's going to get it.

'I'll make you a deal.

I won't fuck you, but I will put my cock inside you.

I want you to feel the ache of me not moving, so when we do finally fuck, you'll have something to look forward to…and I'm only going to put it in while I kiss you, okay?'

Was I being reckless? Fuck yes.

Did I care? Not one fucking bit.

The little minx knows she got her way because she nods eagerly.

With one hand on the back of my neck and the other on my cock.

She guides me into her as she pulls my head down.

When my lips meet hers, my cock enters the most transcendent pussy ever known to man.

We both groan at the feeling.

She's so tiny and tight, warm and wet.

I don't know how she's not yelling out in agony right now.

I can feel the pulse in my cock as she flutters around me.

It's taking everything inside me and more not to fuck her through this mattress.

What starts out slow and sweet quickly shifts.

Our kiss turns hot and hungry.

She tastes like sugar and peppermint and all things naughty and nice.

I'm so lost in her that I don't realise I've started moving inside her.

She hisses at first as I split her in two, stretching a ginormous hole between her legs.

'Mmmm.' Her moans begin, and they're like a siren song.

'I need to stop, baby, I grit as she sighs in my mouth, before teasingly licking my lips and around my face.

'You.

Feel.

So.

Fucking.

Good.

Taste.

So.

Good.' I punctuate as she peppers kisses along my jaw until she finds that sweet spot on my neck.

Being sensible, I slip out of her, crushing my weight on her, giving into another searing kiss.

'Fuck my throat,' she chokes out throatily.

I need to dump my cum somewhere, and down her belly seems like the safest option.

Scooting up, I kneel and grab the base of her neck.

'Open wide, baby.' When her mouth expands, I plunge my cock into the back of her throat, making her gag.

Her eyes shine through the slits of her mask as she looks up at me as I use and abuse her throat.

I lift her off my cock, watching the spit dribble down her chin.

After giving her a second to gasp and catch her breath, I drive back in.

I'm using her like a rag doll, and she loves it.

When she hums around me, the vibrations set me off.

'Ahh.' I roar, feeling my balls draw up and my cum slide down her throat.

'Candy.' Her name spills from my lips in a chant.

She swallows and starts licking along my shaft until she presses a kiss to the tip and leans her head back on the pillow.

My hand, holding somewhat steady on the bed head, starts shaking from the orgasm she just pulled from me.

Slumping back over her body, I give her another life-altering kiss.

When my heart rate stutters back to a normal pace, I lie on top of her, my head cradled in the crook of her neck.

My lips worship the base of her neck, licking and gently sucking.

Pulling out of her was damn near the hardest thing I've ever done, but her sucking the life out of me was the best consolation prize.

I lift up on my arms, allowing her to breathe again.

'Wait here while I go get something to clean you up.

Roll over.' When she does, I slap her ass, which is smeared with cream and custard.

She yelps giddily and dutifully rolls over, relaxing on her arms.

I love how we don't need to fill the silence.

We just bask in the afterglow of whatever the fuck we just did.

I jiggle my cock after peeing and flush the toilet.

It pains me to wash her scent off, but I have to, so I quickly wash my face.

After giving my beard a quick rinse and wringing out the excess water, I run a face washer under some warm water.

Walking back to the bed, I see the rise and fall of her exquisite ass.

'May I?' I ask, sitting next to the edge of the bed.

'You don't have to,' she murmurs nervously, her shyness creeping back over her face.

She is such a walking and talking contradiction.

When we're in the throes of passion, she is more free and filthy, but when we finish, she reverts to being more reserved and innocent.

'I want to.' 'Okay,' she nods dreamily, sated from our session.

As I begin wiping, a hush falls over the room.

I'm absentmindedly rubbing back and forth, removing the remains of the ruined dessert.

Most of it is dry, so it takes a few scrubs to get it off.

My heart drops into my stomach when I get to her other cheek.

There's a familiar tattoo winking up at me.

A snowman.

It's the same snowman I saw yesterday.

Panic inflates every part of my body.

It can't possibly be.

Holy shit.

I drop the washer as it dawns on me that I've just fucked my employee.

My very young and fuckable employee.

What's worse is she's also my son's ex-girlfriend.

I'm gripped with nausea while my body feels faint and light.

My trembling hand is gripping her cheek, and I don't know how to stop it.

She senses the shift in my lax approach and turns her head.

'Holly?' I stutter, feeling her cheeks tense at using her name.

Both frozen, her eyes widen in abject horror as she turns her head to me. 'Chris?'