ANNA JAYE WILDE

18/12/2015

 

Santa Claus is Coming to Town

 

Today was a crazy day, I worked in a large department store and it was Christmas so it was incredibly busy. Christmas music played on repeat and customers rushed all over the place looking for the perfect gift. When I was asked to do a stock take I jumped at the chance, especially as it meant I would spend the next two hours locked away in a cupboard with Brad, my supervisor.

 

Brad was the kind of man that would look good in a bin bag. He wore his suit exceptionally well, particularly around the ass. He had neat, brown cropped hair and striking emerald eyes that turned me to jelly each time he looked my way. His jaw was firm and his lips full and luscious and if I could have ‘Weird Scienced’ a man he would look like Brad.

 

“Are you ready, Jess?” The God ushered me into the cupboard but when we arrived his face suggested he had more than numbers on his mind. Fuck.

 

“You know, Jess, I’ve been watching you lately.” He laid a gentle hand on my arm and my nipples hardened at his touch. “I think you have great potential.”

 

“Really?”

 

“Yes.” His hand squeezed my upper arm and now my pussy was getting wet, it was clear he was not talking business anymore. He closed in to me, crossing the boundaries of personal space. I could smell his scent, a musky, woody cologne mixed with crisp, clean ocean freshness. He had that ‘just stepped out of the shower’ smell that made me want to rip off that suit and have him fuck me over and over again. His hand moved to my thigh and slowly made its way to my ass.

 

“Well Brad, if there’s anything I can do to persuade you further, just let me know.” I locked my eyes onto him, unable to believe this gorgeous man was seducing me in the stock cupboard. If this was really happening then I would be making the most of it so I cheekily started to unbutton my blouse.

 

“That’s a good start, Jess. A very good start. Let me help.” He quickly opened my blouse and pulled it down my arms, then he took off my bra and before I knew it my nipple was in Brad’s mouth and his other hand was making its way up my thigh. Shit. My panties were wet and Brad was about to find out exactly how much I wanted him.

 

“Jesus Christ, Brad.” My head was spinning with desire and Brad lifted my skirt to my waist and ripped away my panties. Yes, ripped them away, like they were nothing. It was so fucking sexy I didn’t even stop to think I would be naked all day under my skirt. He picked me up and seated me on a table, spreading my legs. I took off his belt and pulled down his zipper, fully aware of the large bulge in his pants.

 

As I took the zipper down, I smoothed my hand over his cock and when I dropped his trousers, I wrapped my hand around his shaft and stroked him. His huge dick was firm and thick and ready for action.

 

“Fuck, Jess, that’s amazing.” Brad’s hands slid up my thighs and I trembled when his fingers reached my pussy. He stroked my folds and gently glided a finger into my body. As we teased each other with our hands, Brad moved in closer and was kissing my neck. I ran my free hand through his hair, ruffling his perfect style and holding him close to me. The man was beautiful and if this was a one off, I wanted to savour every moment and touch every part of him.

 

He slipped a second finger inside me and I moaned.

 

“Is that good?” He whispered in my ear.

 

“Do you even have to ask?” I giggled.

 

“Judging by how fucking wet you are, probably not. Do you like me fingering you, Jess?”

 

“I love it, Brad. But I would love your cock even more.” I couldn’t believe my audacity. But then again, we were half naked enjoying an impromptu session so there wasn’t really a better time to be so blatant about my desires.

 

“You want this, do you?” He looked down at his hard cock that I was still rubbing.

 

“Yes, I’m ready.”

 

“Okay. But I’m going to make you come first.” Brad spread my legs further apart and moved closer. He took his cock and rubbed the tip over my wet opening, pressing my clit and sending my nerves crazy. The feeling of his dick against me, so close to fucking me but instead touching my clit was insane. He ran his cock in circles around my clit, building and building me closer to a climax. Every so often he would slip it into me an inch or so and I would take a sharp breath in, hoping for more. But he continued to rub my clit and it wasn’t long before I came hard, I was so fucking aroused.

 

“You like that?” He smiled at me and his green eyes sparkled. As he spoke, his cock slid fully inside me, my contracting pussy now beautifully filled up.

 

“I. Love. It.” I blurted. I could hardly speak, still high on my orgasm and now spread wide with Brad’s thick cock. He pushed deep into me, his strong hands on my waist, pulling me close as he thrust.

 

“So. Do. I.” Brad kissed my mouth with a hungry passion as we fucked, almost in time to the muffled sounds of Slade out on the shop floor. This man was sex on legs and now he was sharing his cock with me. Merry fucking Christmas to me!

 

Brad fucked me harder and faster and he pulled me in tight as he came, his load shooting deep inside me and his cock pulsing over and over. Tiny beads of sweat glistened on his brow and I stroked them away and smoothed out his hair. He pulled out his dick and we got dressed, a little worse for wear.

 

“Fucking hell Brad, that was amazing.”

 

“It was, Jess, you do most definitely have potential. Perhaps we could do this again sometime? After all it is Christmas, a time for giving.”

 

I couldn’t agree more, Brad could give me that anytime he wanted!

 

 

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