Santa's Helper Nude - the Climax!

This is the final chapter in the story of the office party I attended three years ago. First read Santa's Naughty Little Helper and Santa's Helper Nude at the Party, if you haven’t already. I was playing Santa’s helper, and as this was a pretty wild group, and I knew most of them, I was playing the part in the nude, which got a generally positive reaction, especially from the men! This pic and the others were shot at the party but have been altered to disguise the identities of other people present and the organization involved:

Some of the women posed for photos sitting on Santa’s lap, then some of the men posed with me sitting on their laps. A few declined the opportunity, though, because I was naked, except for hat, scarf and shoes! Then my husband Willy and a couple others wanted to photograph me with Santa. At first, we stood together by the tree, Santa holding his bag, me with my arm around Santa. Then we varied the poses on request. At one point, someone wanted to shoot me putting packages under the tree with Santa surprising me from behind. This turned into a pose where Santa was giving me a “Christmas goose,” and I tried to look very surprised. We stood there for 3 or 4 minutes with Santa’s hand on my ass, trying to get it right, and while we were waiting, I felt Santa’s middle finger sliding between my cheeks, between my lips, over my clitoris. At first I stiffened a bit and whispered, “Watch it, Santa,” but after a few drinks I was feeling pretty good, and Santa’s finger didn’t feel all that bad! So we finished out that pose with Santa stroking my clit.

Then Santa sat in the chair and I sat across his lap for a few more pics. I felt a very hard bulge beneath his red trousers, and feeling pretty playful by now, I said, “Oh, Santa, I think you have one more gift you forgot about!”

He said, “Ho, ho, and what might that be, my dear?”

I stood, turned around, and had him stand, then I pulled out the front of his pants and, sure enough, his throbbing cock was staring right up at me. “Santa, is that for me?” I said in mock surprise.

“Why, yes, a little something I saved just for you.” He had had a few drinks too and wasn’t feeling at all embarrassed. “An all-day sucker!”

There were about a dozen other people standing around. One guy said, “More like about two minutes for Cindy!”

That was enough of a challenge for me, in the mood I was in! I pulled Santa’s pants to his knees and pushed him back into his chair. He didn’t resist. Then I knelt between his legs and took his cock in my hands. Two minutes was about right. He was really ready to let go! Willy dutifully shot photos, one of the better ones shown here: I licked it up the underside, over the top, around the head, down the upper side, then repeated this until I felt it start to pulse, then I took it into my mouth and put my lips tightly around it, sliding it in and out until I felt the blast of warm jism in my mouth. I kept going, gulping it down, until Santa had finished, then I got up, gave him a little kiss on the cheek, and walked out into the main room.

At the refreshment table I had a cup of punch to wash down Santa’s eggnog, and Lonnie,
the reserved, polite guy in his late twenties who had undressed me with his eyes when I worked there, came over and struck up a conversation. Try as hi might, though, he couldn’t help staring at my breasts. “Wanta touch ‘em to make sure they’re real?” This apparently made him a bit bolder. He leaned forward and whispered in my ear, "What I’d really like to do is lick your pussy!”

I almost laughed, but then realized he might be serious. It didn't seem an unreasonable request, at least not the way I was feeling at that moment. "Well, not right here in front of everyone!"

He said, "Oh, no..I mean...well, forget it. I'm sorry...."

I glanced around quickly to see who was watching then said, "Come to Mr. Duggs’ office in two minutes.” I turned and walked away, with a look back to see him standing speechless.

Mr. Duggs was the boss, and his office was in a back corner, away from the noise and action of the party. I was sitting, semi-reclining, in his big, padded chair with just the light of his computer monitor when Lonnie came in. "Just that, nothing more," I said. Lonnie nodded, "Okay."

I spread my legs wide, and he was immediately on his knees. First he took my breasts in his hands, brought them to his mouth one at a time, kissed my nipples, sucked gently, nibbled a bit, licked all around the areola, buried his face between my breasts. I was already aroused, and having this young man about ten years my junior sucking my nipples felt good, made me even hotter.

Then his hands were on my thighs, his face was between my legs. His tongue found my labia and flicked in and out and over. “You’re very wet,” he said. “You were really ready for this!” I nodded, though he couldn’t see my head from his position deep in my crotch. He could probably hear my heavy breathing, though. His tongue was working my clitoris and darting in and out of my vagina. I was thrusting my pelvis. He knew what to do! I kicked off my shoes and wrapped my legs around his neck, pulling him into me. He nibbled very gently, licked, licked, and licked some more. His hands were under my butt, pulling me up. He lubricated an ••••• finger with my fluid, inserted it gently into my rectum and slid it back and forth. The combined sensations were almost more than I could stand, but so good! I was pushing myself up, humping hard. I heard myself saying, “Ooooohhhhh, oooohhhhh, oooohhhh! That’s it! More! Okay, oooohhh, yes, oh, that’s good!” I came with a quivering all over my body, squeezing his head between my thighs so hard he could barely breathe. He kept licking, kept fingering, I kept coming - long, intense.

As the sensation peaked and I relaxed a bit, he raised his head and looked up at me. “I have a condom,” he said, and in his right hand he held a small, sealed packet. I thought about it for a second, no more, then got out of the chair and cleared the few things off Mr. Duggs’ desk. "On the boss's desk," I said. "How appropriate." In the meantime Lonnie was taking off his trousers and slipping the condom onto his very erect penis. I sat on the edge of the desk, we embraced, kissed with a lot of tongue, I slid back on the desk and lay down, legs spread, knees bent with feet flat on the desk. He was inside me in a flash, his lips were all over my tits, then all over my mouth, and we were humping and pumping like crazy, in the good old missionary position.

With his shaft deep inside me, I saw a shaft of light as the door opened, stayed halfway open for a few seconds, then quickly closed. I didn’t know who it was, but they had the good manners not to stay when they saw what we were up to. And we didn’t miss a beat in our fucking, right there where Mr. Duggs signed his important papers! Lonnie was young, energetic, lean and strong, and he didn’t finish too quickly. I finally felt some long, deep, slowing thrusts and tried to match them with pelvic thrusts of my own. It felt very good, very satisfying to have his hard, young body on top of mine, inside mine. “Oh, God,” I said. “We’ve been very naughty!”

Lonnie laughed and said, “Well, I guess Santa won’t be visiting us this year." "Well, you've already had your present!” I said. He was getting up, taking off the filled condom, looking for his pants. “Thank you!” A nice touch, I thought. I had seldom been thanked for a fuck.

“Thank you!" I replied. "That was nice!” I reached down and shoved Mr. Duggs wastebasket toward Lonnie. He dropped the condom in with a "plop." "A little gift for the old man," he said. Lonnie had to replace his pants, underwear and shoes, all I had to do was slip into my shoes. Lonnie walked out first, and I waited a couple of minutes. I had just gotten my shoes back on when the door opened halfway. The light hit my eyes and I couldn't see who it was.

"A gift for the old man, hunh?" said a voice from the doorway. I recognized the voice; it was Mr. Duggs. He was the one who had almost walked in on us, and apparently he had been standing just outside, listening. He slipped inside. I didn't work for him anymore, so I didn't feel guilty, but I worried that Lonnie might be reprimanded for our behavior.

"Shame on you!" I scolded. "You'll just get a lump of coal in your stocking for eavesdropping!"

"Aw," he said, "I just thought since you were talking about a gift for the old man...."

I grinned in spite of myself. "That as long as I was passing out gifts, you'd stand in line for yours, right?" I felt generous, in the spirit of the season. And I liked Mr. Duggs. He had had always treated me well when I worked there.

He had a small-boy-on-Christmas-morning grin on his face. "Nothing ventured, nothing gained. And I do charge rent for the use of my desk."

I had walked over to him and was unbuttoning his shirt. He had a hairy chest, but racketball and jogging kept his body in pretty good shape. I whispered in his ear, "Just what fee did you have in mind?"

He had his hands on my hips by now. " You're doing fine so far." Then we were kissing, locked in a tight embrace. I unbuckled his belt, unzipped his trousers, pushed them and his briefs to the floor. His cock was very big and very hard, the third one I’d seen like that in the last few minutes. His eavesdropping had really gotten him ready for this. He shoved it between my legs, running it back and forth over my pussy. His hands were all over my breasts. My hands were on his tight butt, pulling him against me. He took his tongue out of my mouth long enough to say, between fast breaths, "Oh, God, I'm glad you don't work for me anymore!" Then his tongue was back in my mouth, and his cock was in my vagina, the second one pumping away there within ten minutes. By this point I wasn't thinking about a condom; I just rode him bareback like a bucking horse! I lifted my feet from the floor, wrapped my legs around him and held on. He moved me over to his desk, set my butt on the edge of the desk, and fucked me while he remained standing. It didn't last long; he was pretty worked up and came fast, but I was still high from the earlier experience, and I came with him. Then we just stayed in our embrace for a minute.

He reached over and grabbed a box of tissues and handed them to me, then he withdrew, took a tissue and wiped himself off, and pulled up his pants. He said, "But if you did work for me, you'd certainly get a raise in pay tonight!" He smiled, winked, and slipped back out of the office. I cleaned myself up, turned on the light, checked my hair and makeup, and walked back out, trying not to look too guilty. Two "quickies" in a row at the office party, just for the fun of it! I had heard about such things, but had never participated before and hadn't thought I ever would.


Willy was still in the room where Santa had been, in conversation with a couple of the guys. We gathered up our stuff, Chrissy handed my pay envelope, and we departed. When I opened the envelope, there was an extra hundred dollars in it. I guessed who had put it there. That made me a working prostitute for that one night, but I kept the money, of course! And as if the three guys at the party hadn't been enough, Willy made it four when we got home!

One final photo of Santa's helper, shot by Willy at home:

Damn Cindy....A very Hott conclusion to a Very Hott Sexy story....Wish we could've chatted again tonite...Hope Santa gave you everything you wanted and everything you needed.....

Peace to you and yours.....MARV

Very Hot Story Cindy!!! I have to say you have chutsphuh!!!! Love it!!!!

very nice body cindy, good creativity

Cool Sexy Cindy !

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