Chapter 8 - White Christmas
Chris A White Christmas.
Let it snow.
Let it snow.
Let it fucking snow, indeed.
She wants to blow three guys at once and have them come all over her body and face.
What makes it a White Christmas is she'd let it dry so when it flakes off, it looks like snow.
Sweet Holly is slutty, and it makes my balls throb.
The last few weeks have been heaven and hell.
Bliss and misery all rolled into one.
With Christmas orders ramping up, the kitchen staff have to work extra hours, which means spending much more time with Holly.
We’re extra busy because this time of year is magical for those visiting Cradle Mountain.
'Those pudding drops are to die for.
Why isn't Jesus born every day so I can eat them all year round?' Gloria salivates over Holly's newest creation.
Holly bats her hand away as she goes to take another chocolate from the tray.
'Stop it, you pest.
I don't have time to make more.' The concentration on Holly's face as she decorates each drop with a candied sage leaf makes my erection throb.
I love how passionate she is about creating sweets.
She's utterly transcendent.
'Why? I thought you were working until close?' Gloria goes to sneak another chocolate when Holly turns away, making me laugh under my breath.
'Oh…um.
No, I actually switched shifts.
I have an appointment this afternoon.' Yeah. With me.
We haven't had a spare evening to fulfil her next Christmas fantasy, but I’ve aligned our schedules to squeeze the afternoon of debauchery in.
It works out even better because tonight is our annual Christmas party, given we are a few weeks away from Christmas.
As much as I am excited about our hookup, I'm feeling sort of shitty for giving in to temptation.
I know I shouldn't be doing this to my son.
We don’t have the best relationship, which is both our faults, but it still isn’t right.
I love him and the last thing I want to do is humiliate or hurt him.
I'm disgusted I’m even entertaining our fantasies, but I've lost all self-control — and probably my sanity.
If he ever found out, we'd be done, and yet, my head doesn't seem to be connected to my cock, and right now, that part of my body has totally eclipsed my mind and rational thinking.
'Bitch.
What?' Gloria whines.
'I know…I'm sorry.' Her shrug tells me she isn't sorry a bit.
'Are you going straight to the work Christmas party, or do you need a lift?' 'I'm okay.
My appointment is right around the corner from the place.' 'No fair,' Gloria huffs as she greets a customer.
When we spoke about the parameters for this afternoon, we agreed that none of us would wear masks.
She's never done anything like this before, but she said it was definitely on her Christmas wish list, and to be honest, I've never wanted to see her covered in cum more.
She left the screening of the other two guys up to me.
Jack came in handy when recommending two of his buddies from his lifestyle, so I knew they had been vetted.
Our afternoon together feels even more clandestine because we are driving to the motel together.
We could have used her motel, but we want somewhere where it is a neutral space.
'Can it be three p.m.
already?' Holly groans in a whisper.
My hand skims across her ass as I pass her to get to the Root Beer Barrels I made earlier.
'Why's that, honey?' There's a definite undertone of salaciousness dripping from my voice.
'I need a…release.' Her head twists to loosen the tension she's holding.
Her words make me as hard as the lollies I'm currently collecting. ?
When we both clock off, Holly meets me down the winding road.
She's hiding back from the road just in case anyone sees her.
As I slow, I see her rosy cheeks are flushed and a serene smile stretched across her lips.
She steadily walks to the car with an overnight bag with everything she needs for this afternoon's escapades and this evening's dinner.
As she clicks the belt in place, I reach over to ensure she's fastened in.
I want to protect this precious woman at all costs.
'What am I, five?' she sasses.
I have an instinctual need to protect and provide for her.
I want to be everything she needs.
It's sick.
I'm sick, but I can't help it.
'Keep being a brat, and I'll have you over my knee, little one,' I joke, making her wriggle in her seat.
It seems she likes that idea all too much, which makes me practically giddy.
On our way to the motel room, we mindlessly chat about work and what types of lollies she wants to tackle next.
I'm not being biased because I want to live inside her and never come up for air, but she really does have a knack for crafting lollies.
'How do you want me to wear my hair?' she asks as I veer to the motel turnoff.
'In a ponytail.
It will be messy, and you won't have enough time to wash your hair before dinner.' The thought of her on her knees, her hair wrapped around my hands, makes me impossibly uncomfortable in my jeans.
'Easy.' She goes about fixing her hair in the small mirror.
Seeing her do something so mundane gives me a glimpse into our future — if we have one.
It would be easy, full of light-heartedness, laughter, and an abundance of lust and love.
I adore this woman.
If I'm feeling like this now, I have no doubt I'll be one hundred percent fucked when whatever this is ends.
'Will the guys be waiting there when we get there?' Her animated tone and bouncing legs tell me she's high on anticipation.
Grinning, I place my palm high on her naked thigh, eclipsing the surface.
She's tiny compared to me.
'They’ll arrive shortly after us, darling.'
I'm consumed by her reactions when she hears me call her any sort of nickname.
The cute crinkle in her nose, wrinkles where the corners of her eyes are, and dimples in both the apples of her cheeks give me even more ammunition to find ways to make her squirm with glee.
‘Is there anything I can do in the meantime for you? Do you need anything?’
Pondering my answer, she moves her mouth from side to side.
'I'm craving your cock down my throat.
How about we…start, and they can let themselves in and join the party?' A salacious grin curves at the corners of her pouty mouth.
Her filthy thoughts and my hand near her pussy have me tenting in my jeans.
Rearranging myself, I see a satisfactory smirk as she sees it, too.
With deftly skilled fingers, she leans over and unzips me, relieving the throb.
Slipping my stiffened cock through the hole, her dainty hand starts teasingly and leisurely jerking me off.
I press my foot down on the accelerator to hasten our arrival.
'You know you're wearing my cum tonight, yeah, baby?' I tip my head back on the headrest as her hand tightens around me and moves up and down.
'God, that feels...yeah…fucking amazing.'
She giggles, sending another pleasurable jolt to my cock at the sound of how sweet it is.
'I can't wear your cum to dinner.'
I'm too far gone to give a fuck about my one and only son, which makes me the most vile human to have ever lived, but Holly has that Christmas magic that makes everything ten times better.
'Yeah, baby, you are,' I grunt, fucking myself into her hand.
If she doesn't stop, I'm going to spill my load inside the car.
'But what about…' The lilt in her voice tells me she doesn't give a fuck.
'Fuck him.
Fuck them all.
The bukkake of me and the rest of the boys is going to dry, and you're going to wear it to my Christmas party like a good little angel.
If I can't have you the way I want you, then I'll settle for knowing it's my cum all over your body.' I'm fiercely possessive even if I don't have a right to be.
Not responding, she just looks at me with a naughty gleam in her eyes.
We pull up to our standard motel a few minutes later, and I check in.
My cock is standing straight up, poking out the top of my jeans.
I'm pretty sure the crusty male receptionist grimaces when he sees the outline, but I don't give a fuck when my sexy young plaything is eager to devour me.
I race toward where she is waiting dutifully at door twenty-five.
If there is a world record for the fastest time someone has ever opened a door, I think I’ve just won it.
I have already texted the guys who are about ten minutes away.
As soon as we're through the door, Holly flings her bag to the corner and starts haphazardly stripping through the room, leaving breadcrumbs of clothes.
When she's down to her tiny white G-string that's saturated through, my mouth waters at the pinkness of her pussy.
The material is transparent and may as well join the rest of her clothes on the ground.
As much as I love seeing her tits pushed up in sexy lingerie, having her breasts naked is infinitely better.
Her pointed nipples are puckered and the most delectable shade of light pink I've ever seen.
When she falls to her knees in front of me, I almost want to weep and genuflect.
Without missing a beat, she unties my laces, loosens my shoes, and taps my ankle to get me to lift each foot so she can remove them.
Once the socks are gone, she slides both hands up my legs until she starts on my zipper again.
Finally, my cock is free.
Staring down at this beauty, I feel entranced or like she's bewitched me.
She reminds me of Daenerys Targaryen.
Ethereal and stunning in the most high fantasy way.
She gets rid of those, too, while I get rid of my shirt.
Leaning forward, she kisses and licks the tip, making me groan as her soft tongue swipes over my sensitive head, teasing the slit.
Thrusting my hips forward, she licks me again like a pussy cat taking a lick of milk.
When she opens her lips to take me in, I can't help but stare as her mouth stretches around me.
'Slow down, baby, or I'm going to blow.' She listens beautifully and adjusts her pace.
Nothing better than a sloppy blowjob.
I curl her ponytail around my hand and help her bob her head up and down.
‘Good girl…fuck…so good.
Just like that…yeah,' I moan as she works her tongue.
She swallows me deeper, gagging as I bump the back of her throat.
At the same time, I hear the door handle twist.
The guys are here.
Given that I've never met either of them, we all decided it was okay to forgo the masks.
The instructions were simple.
Get in.
Get naked.
And fuck her throat raw.
Just the thought of her throat all red and hoarse tonight makes me pound the back of her windpipe harder.
'Hey guys.' I greet them with a nod and strangled words.
'Honey, they're here.' Looking down at her, she's peering up at me and nodding.
Her eyes are watery and glassy.
I shudder as she moans wantonly.
I'm not attracted to guys.
I've never thought about fucking one.
But even I can appreciate that both look like they could be stallions.
They're both broad and beefy and around the same age as me.
One of them has gone completely silver, giving him sort of a Pierce Brosnan look, while the other could be the double of Jason Statham.
I know when Holly sees them, her cunt will gush.
For the sake of anonymity, we're going to use her Mistlehoe app name.
'Candy, are you ready, baby? Do you want to choke on their cocks?' I let go of her hair and put both palms on her face.
She nods as if she's under a spell.
'Christ, baby.
You're going to be covered in so much cum.' I squeeze her cheeks and press my mouth to hers in a bruising kiss.
'When the other two cocks aren't in your mouth, I want your hands on them, yeah? We'll guide your head where we want it.'
Holly peeks at the two men bashfully.
'Hi.' The squeak she has is too cute.
'Um…thanks for doing this.' Both men chuckle at her adorableness.
'Any time, sugar.' One winks at her, while the other goes to slap her ass.
The wobble of it nearly sends my cock spewing all over her.
I can't wait to destroy that ass one day.
'It's our pleasure.' The ass-slapper says.
'I'm Greg, and this is Tom.' He nods at his mate.
'You ready for us to make you messy, pretty girl?'
She nods eagerly.
'Um.
What should I do first?' When she peers up at me, I want nothing more than to soothe her anxiety.
'Whatever you want, princess.' My reassuring tone gives her the confidence she needs because she gets back to work.
Juggling three dicks is no easy feat, so what she lacks in skill, she makes up for in enthusiasm.
Holly pumps both mine and Greg's cocks as she swallows Tom whole.
There's a lot of grunting and groaning, but my ears hone in on Holly's mews as she tastes each of our cocks.
She pulls away and pushes her head back down on Greg, taking another one in the back of her throat.
As she goes back and forth, I'm delirious with want.
Want for her.
Want for her mouth.
Want for her pussy.
Want for us.
She moves her head up and down my dick, pushing it deeper into her throat every time.
Continuing to lavish us all, we go harder and harder each time she loops back around, which makes her gag and shudder.
'Fuck me, Candy, your mouth is like a wet dream,' Greg grunts as he assaults the back of her throat.
Tears streak down her face while saliva drips from the corners of her mouth.
'You've got the mouth of a slut,' Tom says, slapping her swinging tits before pinching her nipples.
She cries around Greg's cock.
'Tap our legs if you need, cherry pie.' I remind her of her safe action.
Nothing so far has indicated we've gone too far, but it's better to be safe than sorry.
When she pulls back from Greg's length, she spits on my cock and rubs me furiously before letting me belt her windpipe.
My thrusts are harsh and fast.
I feel the back of her throat tighten and know that I'll be coming imminently.
'Nearly there, baby.
Suck it harder, honey.' I look over at Tom and Greg, and I know they're right behind me, if not right before me.
When she vacuum-seals her lips around me, I pant for breath.
She looks up at me, and I lose it, pulling my cock from her mouth and spraying her face.
'It's coming, baby.
Open your mouth.' Bending my legs to get the right height and angle, I see jets of cum splatter across her right cheek, left eye, across the bridge of her nose.
I chant her name over and over as I watch my cum slide down her open mouth and lips.
Needing to mark her further, I point it at her swollen breasts and paint them as well.
She's a fucking work of art.
Jackson Pollock has nothing on me.
'Christ, Candy.' I continue to cry out as my pleasure crests.
Tom is next, his cum following the same pattern except in reverse.
He starts from her chest and finishes on her forehead.
'Such a good fucking whore for us on your knees.
Take it.
Let us dump our cum on you and inside your pretty little slutty mouth.' One of the things Holly said she wanted to try was name-calling, and judging by the way she's writhing, I can tell she's crazy for the humiliation.
I would have never guessed my sweet Holly likes to be used and abused like this.
I rub my cock as I see the last of his cum plaster her face.
Once he's spent, he falls to his knees on the ground.
I need to be here for my girl, so I hold onto her like a rag doll as I face her toward Greg, who chooses not to come on her face but splashes her neck down to her stomach.
'Best fucking head, Candy.
You sure know how to suck a cock, gorgeous.' When he's dumped his cum on her, he shakes his dick to spill the last drops.
'You're a fucking vision.' I'm in complete and utter awe as she angelically stares up at me, waiting for further instruction.
'Rub our cum into your body, angel.
Let it stick.'
'What about my face?' she croaks.
One of her eyes is shut from the cum pouring over it.
'Use your fingers and lick it all off, sweetheart.' She obeys, getting to work.
All three of us are open-mouthed as she massages our cum into her large breasts like it's lotion.
I hear a gasp as she scoops off the cum on her face with her index finger and licks it into her mouth.
We unloaded a hell of a lot on her face, and by the time she's finished, her mouth is full.
'Show us, darling.' As she opens her mouth, it looks like she's squirted a can of cream.
My cock has inflated to full mast once again.
I want my girl alone, which means the show is over for our two friends.
'Time to leave, guys.' I give them their instructions to get dressed and leave.
'Keep our cum in your mouth, honey.' Holly nods.
It only takes a minute or so for Tom and Greg to leave after they thank Holly and say their goodbyes.
When the door slams shut, I pick her under her arms and lift her up.
Her legs wrap around me as I walk us to the nearest available surface, which just happens to be the small round dining table.
Thank fuck it's devoid of anything on top of it as I lay her down.
Her eyes are pleading.
'I know, angel.
I've got you.' I whisper, slipping my hands under her ponytail and around her slim neck, running my thumb along the angle of her jaw before claiming her lips and forcing my tongue in her mouth.
She tastes salty and sweet and sinful as we swap the cum back and forth between us.
It's a heady feeling knowing she likes my taste on her tongue.
My fingers search for the thin strings on her hips, snapping the material until it falls wayside.
Teasingly, I feel for the patch of hair in the shape of a Christmas tree above her pussy, and find solace that it's still there.
How can she be so exquisite but still not mine? Gasping for air after we both swallow, she pulls back.
'Chris.' The aching plea spills from her mouth as my lips nip at her neck.
I need to be careful about the friction of my beard so I don't leave a rash or any marks.
'I've got you, precious.' I love how petite she is, but she has a softness to her.
Her tummy isn't cardboard flat, but she's still slim.
The same goes for her hips.
There's a tiny flare that tapers in at the waist, but there's fleshy meat on them that I can grab onto and dig my fingers into.
I pull her legs until her ass is at the edge of the table.
As I kneel, she braces herself on her elbows and makes direct eye contact with me.
Unlike the shy and reserved girl I've come to know and love over the past few months, the woman splayed beneath me is an uninhibited, horny mess.
My teeth sink into the inside of her thigh, and I'm rewarded with a tremor reverberating through her body.
As I brush my scruff against her skin, another shiver follows, followed by a mewl.
The anticipation is rolling off Holly as I work my way up to her sweet, smooth pussy.
Smiling, I flick my tongue out to taste her.
'Oh…'
Glancing up, I see her head lull back and roll.
Her flawless breasts are on full display, parts covered in cum, making my dick jolt.
Soon, I can't wait to see her shatter.
'Eyes on me, baby,' I demand, slipping two of my long, thick fingers inside her tightness.
'I need to see you when you come.' I continue to pump her in tandem with my tongue, battering her clit.
Despite her constant squirming, her expressive sapphire eyes find mine.
She doesn't know it, but if I could stare into her eyes forever, I'd be the happiest man.
'Yes,’ Holly keens repeatedly.
She trembles as I brush my facial hair across her clit, whimpering about my beard feeling so good.
I continue to nibble her clit and suck it in my mouth, and as my fingers reach her sweet spot, she cries out.
'Don't hold back, honey.
Let me hear you.' The growl that tears from my throat is nothing compared to how I eat her pussy.
It's feral.
I'm feral.
'I'm coming.' Her sobs intensify as I fasten my fingers, imagining it's my cock ripping her hole apart.
Her beautiful face contorts in pleasure as her climax becomes soundless.
Her sweetness has me thinking all sorts of filthy and crazy things, like how I'd love to pour her juices all over a stack of pancakes.
Syrup doesn't even come close to the heaven that is her cum.
As she melts back onto the table, I feel her become boneless and compliant.
'So good, Chris.' It's cataclysmic hearing those words slip from her pretty mouth.
I kiss her pussy one last time before standing up.
'Come on, darling.
Time to get ready.' She groans in protest but allows me to take her hand and lift her off the table.
With a slap on the ass, I tell her I'm going to have a shower and for her to get ready.
I'll allow her to wash her face, but the rest of our cum that's clinging to her body is staying right where it is.
When I emerge from the bathroom, I feel like I've been punched in the gut at how breathtaking Holly is.
She has a short, flippy leather skirt on, a chunky cream knitted sweater, sheer stockings with a snowflake pattern, and thigh-high leather boots.
My mouth hangs open, and my jaw almost hits the floor.
My feet feel permanently rooted on the spot, and my eyes are unblinking.
'Wow.' When she hears the awe and praise in my voice, her face lights up like a Christmas tree.
Of course, she's wearing red lipstick that makes me think about them wrapped around my cock, but it's her Rudolph, the red-nosed reindeer cheeks that make my heart bloom.
She's all flushed and glowing, and she's slipped back into a shy and embarrassed mode that's so freaking innocent it makes my dick hard.
Her hair hangs limply down her shoulders with a slight kink from the hair elastic.
There are strands of frizz from our rendezvous, which adds to her sex-hazed look.
'What now?' I love how she looks to me for all the answers like she thinks I'm one of the three wise men.
Picking up her bag and propping it on my shoulder, I escort her out the door.
'Dinner time, baby.' ?
Dinner is fucked in the most delicious and equally disastrous way.
On the way to Highland Restaurant, one of Cradle Mountains' finest fine dining establishments, I stew over betraying my son.
Regardless of anything else, he is still my son, and I love him.
In my mind, what I'm doing is way worse than Josie cheating with Joseph.
These thoughts evaporate when I see my clueless, classless, and crass son treat Holly like eggnog.
She's sitting across from me, and her posture is anything but pliant, as she was earlier.
The rigidness threads across her face as her lips thin into a straightened smile.
Already, Cole has cracked tasteless jokes about her being a virgin Mary and commented on how she looks lumpy.
He's also criticised her for showing too much skin, which is ludicrous.
Apart from her face, she's covered.
Manners have eluded my son this evening, not only has he been a grade-A jerk, but he has also been taking food off her plate.
To add to his garish behaviour, he's three sheets to the wind from the mulled wine and has been flirting with the red-headed waitress right in front of everyone.
Any ounce of guilt I had for face fucking my son's ex-girlfriend vanishes.
I watch Holly roll her eyes as the trashy waitress not so subtly slips her number to my son as she refills his glass.
Since we're dining here, she must assume he has money.
Wrong.
I have money.
'So, how was your afternoon off, Holly?' I interject my son eyefucking the server.
This seems to get my son's attention.
'Weren't you working?' he quips, snapping his head toward her.
'Nope.' She leans back, crossing her arms with a satisfying smirk, not giving him any other morsel of information.
He scowls but lets it go.
He has no right to ask her whereabouts anymore.
As much as I love my staff, I'm in pure hell watching Holly eat the apple glace tart like she's in a porno.
The exaggerated moans make my cock stir, and she knows it, too, as I shift and shuffle uncomfortably.
I can see she knows she's affecting me when I see her naughty grin as she licks and sucks her spoon.
I'm intimately familiar with both tongue actions.
Cracking the tension, I shatter my mirror-glazed chocolate and berry ripple dessert with my spoon and scoop up a generous mouthful, shoving it indelicately in my mouth.
As the richness of the chocolate and tartness of the berry hit my tastebuds, a shoe surreptitiously presses down on my cock.
As I choke, a piece of chocolate flies from my mouth, and I keel over and heave.
Holly's boot is teasing me.
There's no one else's it could be.
Of course, the table once again stops and stares.
'You alright, Chris?' Holly, the devil, asks innocently.
She knows damn well I'm not even in the vicinity of being remotely okay.
My pecker is threatening to stab a hole in my jeans, and murder her pussy, so, no, I'm not even remotely okay.
'I'm fine.
Thanks,' I barely croak out.
She hands me a glass of water, but it does nothing to salve the burn when her fingers touch mine.
Is the room on fire or something? The heat between us is blazing, and if I don't get a handle on my emotions or expression, we'll get caught.
I chug the glass and set it back down again.
Her left hand disappears again under the table to find her purse.
Once she's applied her lipstick, which I found out earlier is called Santa’s Slut, she pops it back inside and plops it back on the floor.
Of course, I learn this is a ploy when her bare foot massages my cock again.
This time, I feel the soft pressure of a pad of her toes surreptitiously circling my stiffened length.
My right hand immediately finds its way under the table, holding her foot against me.
She goes taut, knowing she's at my mercy as much as I'm at hers.
The more she rotates her foot, the more exquisite I feel.
I quickly write a mental note to ask her for a foot job when we meet next time.
She's playing with fire, and I'm more than willing to go up in cinder and ashes as my chestnut eyes burn into her blazing blue ones.
Despite her petite foot torturing me, it's the closest I've felt to peace and home in a very long time.
Like this is natural.
Like she's mine.
Like we belong.
And even though my son and her are broken up, I can't imagine any scenario where he'd ever be okay with me tying myself to his exgirlfriend and knocking her up year after year so she's round with all of my babies.
I clench my fingers around her foot, feeling the softness of her skin before finally releasing her.
I'm as fucked as they come.